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sweet like honey — daniel ricciardo

daniel ricciardo x fem!reader [4.1k] summary: spending your honeymoon in southern italy is as best as it can get. warnings: 18+ explicit smut & fluff, semi-public sex, established marriage. a/n: first f1 fic I’ve posted so hope y’all like this!! as always, dedicated to my darling @babyleclerc, whom i love very much. i hope this piece of fluffy smut will lift your spirits <3

You felt disoriented, mind all muddled and slow like you’d taken your brain out and ran it through sludge. The process of waking up from your deep slumber wasn’t painful, per se, but you weren’t too happy with being woken up from one of the best naps you’d ever had.

There was a noise somewhere and it took you another few seconds to register the press of lips across your face, one after the other, quick and brief before they moved to the next patch of skin. The noises you were hearing were the exaggerated lips against flesh, and you scrunched your nose up against the onslaught of kiss attacks on your face; Twisting your head and finally opening your eyes to stare at your attacker.

Daniel’s wide smile was the first thing to fill your vision, a perfect picture of bliss and mischief and you let out a laugh at his ridiculous wake up call when your mind finally caught up to the situation you found yourself in.

“You’re insufferable.” You grumbled, voice thick with sleep and Danny tilted his head to the right, eyes never leaving your face as you huffed out a breath and gazed around the room; A little disoriented.

“And yet, you still married me.” He swiped a few stray hairs from your collarbone, bending his head to place a kiss against the delicate skin. “You’re contradicting yourself, Mrs. Ricciardo.”

You let out a hum, a close-lipped smile sneaking up on your face at the name he’d called you. It was new, just one day old, but it still managed to make your chest clench horribly tight; The feeling so incredibly new but welcome. It was still hard to believe that you’d gotten married, laying in the hotel bed on your honeymoon, nonetheless, with your husband.

It was considerably darker now than it had been when you landed. Having sat through a flight from Perth to Italy and completely messed up your time zones in the process. It wasn’t really a surprise when you went straight to the hotel, falling into bed with one another and…

Your gaze drifted to Daniel’s face, your own face heating up a little at the look he was giving you. Like he knew what you were thinking of, like he was proud of the bruises on your hips and the hickeys on your chest.

A little groan left your lips when you shifted in bed, feeling the ache in every part of your body and you would’ve stretched like a cat if Danny wasn’t laying on top of you. Leave it to the six foot something man to act like he was half your size, curling up in your lap any chance he could get.

“What time s’it?” You asked, bringing your hands up to run through the messy locks of his hair. They were damp, almost wet, and you briefly wondered how long you’d been out for, for him to quietly sneak out of bed and have a shower.

It wasn’t a difficult feat though, you always slept like a rock.

“Fuck if I know.” He squinted in the direction of where his phone was thrown on the table, hauling himself up your body so his face was hovering over yours. “It’s late.”

“Good observation.” You complimented him, with only a hint of sarcasm that he picked up on.

He leaned down, pressing his lips to yours in a slow kiss and it instantly ignited something in your body. It was a wonder, how two years together didn’t tamper the sheer insatiable need you felt toward him.

It had been like that from the start, having met him through mutual friends and he hadn’t been subtle in the least, but neither had you. You weren’t immune to his charm, immediately being drawn to his big smile, dark eyes and tall figure. He had a natural boyish charm to him, his humor matching yours that instantly reeled you in. It wasn’t a surprise to any one of your friends when you’d announced that you two were dating, receiving looks that screamed ‘is that supposed to be news?’

From then on, you’d been so drawn to each other that you could barely stay away from him. You couldn’t even say no when he asked for you to join him during race weekends, sticking by him and being his pillar when it was needed.

It had been a little rough when he announced his retirement, but you’d found your feet on the ground together and he slowly found his spark again in other hobbies.

Your stomach gave a low grumble that surely vibrated his and it made his lips smile against yours, teeth clacking gently when you both grinned.

“Oh, angry one, aren’t you?” He glanced down at your tummy and you gave him a slap on the shoulder.

“Not my fault that you’re not feeding me.” You wriggled a little until he got the memo, rolling off of you with a groan. A wistful, playful sigh left your lips. “I don’t even know why I married you.”

You weren’t even looking at him, but you could almost feel his eyes widening as he stared at you in mock belief. A startled squeal left your lips when you felt his arms circle your waist, dragging you back into bed with a force that almost knocked the air out of your lungs.

The sound of your giggles filled the room, and Danny would’ve been a little concerned that it was nearing three in the morning and you’d surely get a complaint, but he couldn’t find it in himself to even care when you were underneath him, dressed in nothing but a shirt and squirming as he tickled you. Your smile was radiant, so contagious that he couldn’t help but laugh along.

He didn’t let up until you were screaming mercy, slapping at his hands weakly until he relented and backed off. You were breathing heavily, inhaling as much air as you could with your eyes fastened on him. There was a weariness and distrust in your eyes that he couldn’t help but laugh at, like you were just waiting on him to resume his tickling any minute.

But he had other plans, dark eyes taking in your stretched out body under him and it wasn’t his fault that you looked so delectable, like something he could sink his teeth into and the urge of it was too great for him to resist inching the hem of your shirt up. Just enough to reveal the softness of your stomach.

You were holding your breath, watching him quietly scoot down and pressing light kisses just beneath your belly button. It was almost sinful, the way he looked as his eyes cast upwards to search your face for any reaction.

“Daniel.” Was all you could get out, overwhelmed by the need that suddenly flared up in your body.

Daniel hadn’t really thought much of his name in his life, but coming from your mouth, in that breathy voice of yours? It was his favorite word.

He kissed up your torso, making little humming noises in his throat that made you smile in secret and bring your hands to his hair. The tension evaporated into thin air when your stomach grumbled under his lips, making you groan as he pulled away with a loud laugh.

Who knew that a grumbling stomach could be such a cockblock?

“Let’s get some food into you, aye?” He pulled your shirt down and grabbed your hand to press a kiss into it. “Do you reckon I could charm them into bringing pizza up to the room at this hour?”

The question was ridiculous in itself, really. If anyone could charm someone into doing anything, it was your husband. He just had that natural ability.

“You can try.” You gave him a smile when he rolled his eyes playfully, getting off the bed to grab the telephone.

You used it as your opportunity to sneak off to the bathroom, shedding your clothes and stepping into the shower for a quick wash. The water was hot, exactly what you needed to wash away the multiple hours spent on an airplane and the shuttle car to get to the Amalfi Coast.

Your thoughts drifted to your wedding, recalling the moments of sheer joy you both had felt from the moment you woke up that morning. Nothing had been as easy to say as I do, because you’d known that Daniel was it for you from the moment you laid eyes on him.

It was cheesy to say or think that shit. Love at first sight, because it wasn’t, was it? It’s more like attraction at first sight than anything else, really. But you’d known it deep in your being.

The shower dragged on for longer than you intended to, stepping tentatively out into the room with your bathrobe tied tightly around your waist. Daniel came rounding the corner from the direction of the door, carrying a tray and looking proud of himself and it made you raise your eyebrows in amusement when he opened the mini fridge and slid a tub of ice cream. You didn’t mention that, surely it’d melt before you had a chance to eat it, because you were so focused on him remembering the small things.

It wasn’t really a surprise. Daniel was attentive and paid attention to the smallest details, but it never failed to make your heart squeeze painfully in adoration when he demonstrated just how intimately he knew you. Like with the ice cream. He knew you loved eating it after pizza and he’d gone out of his way to make sure that you had it on standby.

Daniel pulled the balcony door open, nodding his head for you to follow him outside and you did so, wordlessly.

The air outdoors was just on the brink of being too humid, but it felt nice against your wet skin as you settled into a chair in front of the dark haired man. You glanced out over the railing, where there was nothing but a long stretch of sea. It glimmered beautifully in the moonlight, small waves rippling the water. It was an unreal view, like taken out of a painting, one you couldn’t look away from.

“Do you fancy something stronger than soft drinks?” He asked as he set the food down and plated the sliced cheesy pizza.

“You can choose.” You told him softly, resisting the urge to grab him and hold him close when he pressed a kiss to your forehead before disappearing inside.

You marveled a little at the luck you’d had, meeting Daniel and getting to spend the rest of your life with him. The long journey you’d endured and been through, only to end up in Southern Italy on your honeymoon in your bathrobe and eating pizza on the balcony in the middle of the night.

There was also little concern of how you were supposed to get up in the morning. It was your vacation after all.

“Got you Prosecco.” He placed glasses down on the table, along with the bottle and you reached to pop it open.

Your late night dinner was spent chatting quietly as you ate, drinking one too many glasses of Prosecco and jumping from subject to subject. It was the happiest you’d felt and Daniel could tell.

Not only were you smiling from ear to ear, but you were starting to relax a lot more, looking beautiful where you sat across from him with your back leaned against the chair and legs crossed. He reached a foot out and nudged your calf, making you stop talking and glance at him from under your eyelashes. Coy, playful, flirty. The way you always got after a few drinks. Something flared up in his chest that felt a lot like love and he struggled to keep the smile off his face as he regarded you.

“Are you playing footsie with me, Ricciardo?” You asked, laughter in your voice as you reached an arm out to grab your glass.

“Gotta keep the spark going, don’t I?” His eyebrows jumped, making you laugh and tip the glass back so you could get the last dregs of the wine down your hatch.

He watched you set the glass down, eyebrows relaxing a bit as a contemplative look passed your eyes. It was so subtle that he almost missed it, but he’d known you for long enough to see it with the naked eye.

“You alright?” He asked, voice gentle and a little concerned.

You glanced up, eyes a little wide like you were surprised that he’d caught on to your wandering thoughts. “Oh. Yeah, I was just thinking of the last time we were here.”

The smile overtaking his face was inevitable as he caught up, mind immediately going back to a year ago. It had been right after Imola where the two of you had decided that renting a car and driving seven hours to the southern part of the country was a good idea. It had been a car ride filled with car games, belting out to music and even deep conversations before you arrived at your destination.

You had both spent four days in your hotel room, naked and not emerging from your space even once. Cold showers and room service had been your best friends.

It was also the week where he’d made it his life’s mission to memorise every single part of your body, what made you tick and what made you scream. Those were the days that you replayed in your mind whenever Daniel was away and you were alone in your bedroom.

“Anything specific?” He asked, after a moment's silence, voice dropping an octave.

His whole body felt like it was burning up when you uncrossed your legs, teeth sinking into your lower lip. The epitome of bashful but he knew you better than that.

“Just…” You paused for a small sigh. “Trying to remember some things.”

“Is that so?” He bit back a smile and opted to slip out of his chair, getting on his knees with a suppressed groan. He was getting old and his knees weren’t what they used to be.

Your eyes were big and searching, stuck on him as he settled himself between your legs.

He parted them, not with any real force because they splayed open without needing much encouragement and flicked a finger against the flap of your bathrobe.

“You need any help remembering?” He looked up at you from where was kneeled by your feet, and you’d never seen a prettier view - ocean view be damned.

You couldn’t open your mouth to form any words, settling for a mute nod instead and hoping he would allow that. Daniel’s face spread into a slow smile, gripping one leg in his hand to kiss it. He loved on the meat of your thigh, sucking small bruises into it before giving the other thigh the same treatment, winding you up so tight you thought you were about to snap. Like a rubber band being pulled to its limit.

“Daniel, please.” You pleaded, the want gripping your throat like a pair of hands. “More.”

Your husband didn’t say anything but he complied to your strangled request, dragging his bottom lip up your inner thigh until he was close enough to the apex of your legs to feel the heat against his face. He felt a pang of delight hit him straight in the chest when he pulled your bathrobe to the sides to reveal your center, wet and needy. His other hand reached down to grab himself over his shorts, anything to relieve the pressure building in his groin.

“God, baby, you’re so wet already.” He sounded breathless and the sight of his heavy lidded eyes made you warm all over. “My good girl loves when I bruise her up, hm?”

A whimper escaped you and you brought a hand up to cover your mouth, making Danny grin. His eyes roamed your body and he must’ve seen something that bothered him because his eyebrow ticked on his forehead, reaching forward to tug at the loose tie of your robe. It fell open to reveal your naked body and he made a noise in his throat.

You felt very exposed, holding back from covering yourself up because your balcony had a restricted view when it came to other rooms, and unless someone was having a reckless swim in the middle of the ocean, there was no one around to see you but Daniel himself.

And fuck, was he looking. His eyes didn’t stop flitting, like he wasn’t sure where to settle his eyes because the mere sight of you overwhelmed him. It was kind of astonishing, how even after years together, you managed to take his breath away.

“Stop staring.” You grumbled, a little bashful when he hadn’t said anything in a minute. He let his hands slide up your stomach before they grabbed at your breasts, feeling them in his palms before pinching your nipples until you keened in pleasure.

“That’s it.” He encouraged you as a moan escaped your mouth. “Louder, baby.”

You both were playing with fire because you weren’t exactly a quiet person, and Daniel knew this. But there was mischief written all over his face as he scooted closer, grabbing at your thighs to spread them further before he dove in.

He made a noise in his throat when your legs immediately closed, the feel of his tongue against your clit sending a zip of electricity up your spine. You let out a moan, thighs shaking when he started licking and sucking in earnest, opening his mouth wider to cover every inch of you. His tongue swiped between your folds, finding your hole to lick into and you slumped back against the backrest of the chair, tipping your head back when the feeling got to be too much.

“Taste so good.” Daniel pulled back an inch, swiping his tongue over your pussy once just to see your body lock up. “You look beautiful, baby. Look at me.”

You made a noise that sounded a lot like a whimper, shaking your head. Daniel gripped your thighs tighter, pads of his fingers digging into your flesh and it felt like enough of a warning for you to slump your head forward, settling your eyes on him., albeit a little hazily.

Daniel looked absolutely wrecked. There wasn’t a better word for it. His eyes were dark, mouth pink and rubbed raw, and fuck, your slick was glistening on his skin. You ran a hand through his curls, fighting to catch your breath that had been stolen from you, watching him push his head into your hand.

You knew what that small gesture meant, and you complied at the silent request in his eyes by pushing at his head to bring him back to where you were throbbing.

It was unholy, the way he sucked and licked, laving your skin with his tongue like it was an ice cream cone. His eyes were shut, lost in the feeling of your thighs hugging his head and the smell and taste of you surrounding him. Daniel couldn’t get enough, wondering exactly how many orgasms he could pull from you before the reception called up to tell you to keep it down.

The way your thighs started to shake was a clear indicator that you were nearing your end and he kept at it with the same pace as he heard your breathing pick up, his one hand reaching into his shorts and underwear to grip himself. It wouldn’t take much for him to join you, already feeling worked up from just tasting you on his tongue.

“Oh, oh fuck, Danny.” You swore and Daniel would’ve smiled at the way you seemed completely lost in your own pleasure, your little breathy moans climbing in octaves that surely echoed.

It didn’t deter him though, moaning and humming and it was the vibrations of his mouth that finally flung you over the edge you’d been teetering so nicely. You threw caution to the wind, screaming out your climax as your body locked up; Back bowing and hands grabbing at Daniel’s hair to keep him in place. The sting of his hair being pulled made him reach his end, a violent shudder going through his body as he shot his load into his shorts, undoubtedly messing them up but he couldn’t find it in himself to care; Eyes rolling and body jerking.

Daniel realized his jaw was aching when his senses slowly came back, but he stayed until your moans turned into soft whimpers, body relaxing and thighs falling off his shoulders. His eyes traveled up your body where it was displayed for him, a slight sheen of sweat on your skin that made you look otherworldly. He looked his fill, love filling his stomach like lead.

“You with me?” He asked, voice rough.

You let out a hum, a small mmm that made him laugh. It was good enough for him, and he groaned as he hauled himself up on shaky legs. Fuck, he felt like Bambi on ice and the situation in his shorts was wildly uncomfortable now that the deed was done.

He bent at the knees and closed your robe, tying it into a nice little bow and you picked your head up from where it had been hanging off the edge of the backrest; Eyes having been gazing at the sky.

You blinked at him, eyes still a little hazy but way more clearer than they’d been a moment ago, and Daniel grinned at your facial expression.

“You look beautiful.” He said, and your face transformed into a smile. Fuck, you looked as happy as he felt. “Now, I’ve already had my dessert, but we can go for some ice cream, right?”

You let out a breath of laughter, hand slapping lazily at his arm when he walked past you to get inside the room.

His singing voice drifted out onto the balcony, and you smiled fondly as you pulled your hair back from your face, grabbing the half-full bottle of Prosecco and switching seats to sit in the lounge couch with the padded seats instead.

You took a swig of the wine, letting out a small moan when it soothed your parched throat. He’d truly worked you up.

The man in question walked out a few seconds later, carrying the tub of ice cream and clad in a different pair of shorts. He’d switched his previous white t-shirt to a tank top, and you didn’t even try to hide your stare as you took in the broadness of his shoulders and the bulge of his arms.

Your man was truly a marvel.

“Up, up.” He prompted you and you scrambled up, letting him sit down and place the ice cream to the side.

Daniel blinked up at you, patting his thigh and you smiled as you sat back down, both legs on one side of his thighs and feet resting on the unoccupied space of the couch. You stretched your arm out to pick the tub up, laughing at the half-melted mess from being in a fridge rather than a freezer.

“I guess we took too long.” Danny laughed, winding an arm around you to steady your body and keep you from tipping over. “Come on then, let me have the first bite.”

You made a little noise, spoon slicing through the lukewarm ice cream and eating it. Daniel gasped in mock betrayal.

“S’mine.” You mumbled through a mouthful, skin by your eyes crinkling up when you smiled.

Daniel resisted the urge to swipe a thumb over it, having always found it horribly endearing how you’d smile with your whole face. He knew you were well and truly happy when the smile reached your eyes, just like it did now.

“What’s yours is mine, and what’s mine is mine.” He said, opening his mouth comically big when you brought the spoon to his lips; Letting you feed him.

You laughed and waved the oval metal in his face.

“That’s not how the saying goes, baby.” You said and Daniel squinted his eyes in mock confusion, smile wide on his lips.

“No?” He laughed when you did, watching you feed yourself a mouthful of vanilla goods. “I could’ve sworn that’s how it went.”

“Fuck off.” You giggled with a shake of your head.

The banter went on for a while, sharing bites of ice cream in blissful silence and sneaking small and intimate kisses. The sun was starting to climb as the time went on, exchanging the moon and stars for the oranges and pinks.

Daniel looked ethereal where he was half snoozing beneath you, eyes blinking to keep them open and you swiped a strand of hair from his forehead; Leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to the skin there.

If this was marital bliss, then you’d die a happy woman.

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chaussetteblanche · 9 months

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rotten riddles

pairing : Fred Weasley x Ravenclaw!Reader summary : when you can't answer the riddle to get into your common room, you turn to your boyfriend word count : 1.1k warnings : none

Sighing deeply as you knocked on the portrait, you tried to keep the Fat Lady’s shrill whining out of your mind. She had never liked you and certainly this wouldn’t make her like you any more. When no one answered, you knocked again, louder this time. The Fat Lady redoubled her efforts in making her voice heard by the whole castle. “Shut up!” you finally snapped. “How dare you speak to me this-“ “If you don’t shut your trap, I’ll hex you into Cadogan’s painting and see how you like that,” you hissed darkly before loudly knocking once more. The Fat Lady looked at you through squinted eyes and pursed lips, obviously trying to make you feel how much she despised you. Unluckily for her, you couldn’t care less about her disdain towards you.

The portrait finally swung open, revealing the twin of the person you’d been hoping for. “Now what’s all this racket about?” George asked loudly. His eyes landed on you -messy hair, books in hand, certainly not in uniform, certainly about to get caught if you stayed outside any longer- and he stepped to the side, letting you in. “Won’t let you in again?” he asked softly as he pulled the portrait closed behind you. This wasn’t a first. “Nope, can’t find the bloody riddle, my brain’s fried and no one else is coming in at this hour.”

The person you’d been looking for, the one you’d been daydreaming of when you should’ve been studying, whose arms you wanted nothing than to be wrapped in, was lying haphazardly on the couch of the Gryffindor common room. He straightened up immediately when he saw you, his brows furrowing at the look on your face. You slowly trudged over to him, dropping your books and quill on the coffee table with a soft clatter.

“I’ll leave you guys be, g’night,” George called. Fred and you hummed in response, too caught up in each other. Fred opened his arms for you and you all but dropped into him. He cooed and pulled you into his lap, so that you could rest your head against his chest. He ran a hand over your cheek. “Were you studying, m’love?” he asked softly, brushing his lips against yours. “Yeah,” you hummed. Fred tutted gently, looking up at the clock on the wall. “It’s 1 am, m’love, you know you shouldn’t be studying at such a time. Your brain can’t remember everything you try to cram into it, y’know?” “I know, but I- I just wanted to finish a few papers in the library and then it was already after midnight, so I decided to go to bed but I got stuck outside… again.”

Fred sighed against the side of your head, squeezing you closer to him. This wasn’t the first time it had happened. You would be up late studying or reading in the library, or doing things with Fred, and when you would want to go back into the Ravenclaw common room, you wouldn’t be able to because you couldn’t solve the riddle. You and Fred thought it was funny at first, but after multiple occurrences, you’d started to doubt your place as a Ravenclaw altogether. Did you even deserve your place in the house of the intelligent, the witty, if you couldn’t solve a riddle? You weren’t sure.

“What was the riddle this time?” Fred asked, readjusting your position in his lap so that his arms were around you. You snuggled closer to him, all but burying your face into his neck, feeling sleep pull at you. “I can’t even remember, honestly, something about a dormouse I think.” “You know this doesn’t have to do anything with you or your intellectual capacities, right?” Fred was sometimes so soft and gentle and caring with you that you wanted to cry. This was one of those times. You blinked back tears. “I know, I just-“ you let out a shaky sigh, “It’s just so frustrating because I should be able to do it!” “Maybe if you stopped cramming your brain so much until the middle of the night, you’d be able to,” he suggested. You hated it when he was right. You groaned quietly, pouting. “You’re right,” you mumbled. Fred raised an eyebrow, a cheeky smile etching itself onto his face. Oh, how you wanted to kiss him. “What was that?” he asked, “I didn’t quite catch it.” Liar, you thought, but repeated yourself nonetheless, if only to see the triumphant smile that would make his way onto his lips. “You just admitted that I’m right about something,” he grinned, “you’re never living this down. I’m going to tell George, and Lee!”

You shook your head, amused at his antics. “But on a more serious note, you really need to take your sleep, your health, more seriously, you know?” “Yeah, I know.” “You can’t study right, or do anything right for the matter, if you’re not properly well-rested, m’love.” “I know, Freddie.” “Then you’ll have to start taking care of yourself, otherwise no more kisses for you,” he threatened playfully, even though you could still decipher the serious undertones of his voice. “I could go without kisses,” you shrugged. Fred raised his eyebrows, leaning forward to whisper in your ear. “What about no sex?” “Okay, you know what, let’s not take any drastic measures here, I vow to you, Frederic Gideon Weasley, that I shall take care of myself and acquire a proper and healthy sleep schedule,” you responded quickly, anxious to get his threat away. He laughed loudly, his head thrown back, before he pressed a short kiss on your lips.

“There’s no better time than the present, let’s start now. And you better hold up your end of the bargain, or else.” He raised an inquiring eyebrow. You rolled your eyes and let yourself be pushed to your feet. Fred grabbed your books and pulled you to his dorm. He lent you a T-shirt to sleep in, handed you your toothbrush and didn’t leave your side as you got ready, staring at you with that lovestruck expression he often wore around you.

When you finally got into bed, it was well past two am. It went unspoken that you and Fred would skip morning classes the next day to be able to sleep in. He wrapped in arms around you and you relished in his touch, his presence and his smell that surrounded you. Just as you were beginning to fall asleep, a question popped into your mind.

“Baby, what were you and George doing up?” “Uh… Don’t worry about it, m’love, go to sleep.”

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horrorhot-line · 1 year

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the grandfather paradox

The name comes from the idea that if a person travels to a time before their grandfather had children, and kills him, it would make their own birth impossible.

➵ pairing: saiki kusuo/female! reader (ish)

➵ word count: 5.5k

➵ genre: crack rlly

➵ warnings: none

➵ summary: kaito saiki goes to sleep, only to wake up in the middle of town. on his way back home, he realises he’s managed to time travel and worst of all? stopped his parents from meeting each other like they should have.

➵ masterlist (requests are open)

➵ previous part - brontide

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before you read:

‘saiki telepathically communicating with reader.’

‘reader thinking or interacting with saiki through thoughts.’

“saiki talking without moving his mouth.”

“saiki talking using his mouth.”

notes: i realise i’ve done it again and disappeared for a while because writers block got to me. i’ve been really busy with life if i’m being honest and moving houses. i hope you guys enjoy this.

this was requested by anon, here and here.

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Saiki sat at home in front of his desk with a looming headache. When he woke up that morning, feeling like something was amiss, he had been right.

The psychic brought his gaze down from the ceiling to the pink-haired child before him. How was he supposed to react when the preschooler in front of him claimed to be Kaito Saiki, his son?

"No offence, but can you get over yourself? I need to go back to my timeline."

What a pain.

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The day started like always. Saiki woke up before his alarm and used his psychokinesis to turn it off before it rang. He took his time wearing his uniform, buttoning up his shirt and folding his tie neatly before looking in the mirror. Not too neat and not too messy, he looked ordinary.

Well, as ordinary as he could look when his control devices poked out of his hair, his green glasses stayed perched on the bridge of his nose. He quietly went downstairs to eat the breakfast Mrs Saiki had already prepared, ignoring his parents acting like long-lost lovers who couldn't keep their hands off each other.

Saiki chewed on his rice absentmindedly, thinking back to when he had first woken up. Nothing had been out of place, yet he couldn't shake the feeling that something had gone wrong. Saiki closed his eyes, placing his chopsticks down when he was finished with his food. He would worry about it later.

For now, he had to make his way to PK academy to repeat the entrance ceremony like he did every year when he had to use mind control and reset time on Earth.

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You had woken up knowing today would be different. It was your first day at PK Academy, after all! You grabbed the alarm from your bedside table, turning it off to stop the assault of the sudden loud noise on your brain. You lifted the duvet covers off you, groggily getting up to wash your face and make sure you looked presentable for your new high school.

After completing your skincare routine, you fumbled but finally finished throwing on your uniform, struggling to tie the red bow around your neck. When you finally managed to do so, you realised you were running late. "Shit!" You exclaimed, rushing down the stairs, nearly tripping but catching yourself on the railings before you went to grab your shoes.

You didn't have time to sit and eat breakfast, opting to grab a piece of toast as you let your family know you were leaving for school. You haphazardly put your shoes on, grabbing your school bag before leaving the house. Finding your way to PK Academy was pretty easy when you had an app to help you navigate.

You had pulled up google maps on your phone and entered your desired destination before making your way down the street. That's when something in the distance caught your attention. When you noticed pink hair in your peripherals, you turned to your left. Your eyes landed on a small child who was staring right back at you from across the street.

Weird-coloured hair was nothing out of the blue in this universe, something you had to accept as a child. His eye colour was the only thing normal about his appearance- and it was eerily similar to yours. It was rare to see since you never really saw the shade after the age of 4 when you started spouting neon green roots.

What perplexed you the most was trying to understand why this kid had hair clips. You would've chalked it up to his parents choosing to dress him up if it weren't for the fact that- the longer you looked, the more it looked like they weren't hairpins at all.

For one, you were sure hair pins had clips that were visible, even after they were snapped into place. And why did he look like the most unexpressive child you had ever seen? You swore kids were supposed to be carefree, always smiling- not stoic, with eyes that looked dead inside, like that one.

You were distracted when a group of girls walked passed him, and you recognised the uniform. It was the same as yours! Did that mean they went to your school too? The plan was to follow the group of girls you saw in the distance so you could be sure you were going the right way- long forgotten was the strange child you had seen earlier.

Again, that was the plan- but when did anything go your way, really? The answer was never. Before you could cross over to tail the girls, you felt nausea hit you. Your vision swam, and you realised you could barely see straight.

It was unlike anything you had ever felt. Your legs gave out from under you, and you fell to the floor, too distracted by the pain in your head to notice how your hands scraped the concrete pavement when they reached out reflexively to cushion your fall.

You failed to notice the high school boy with similar pink hair walk past you, too distracted by the sickly sweet saliva pooling in your mouth, telling you that you were about to throw up your breakfast. Saiki failed to notice you, too, unable to hear your thoughts which stopped him from acknowledging your existence.

People crowded around you, worried about your health. You couldn't answer them, too busy feeling like your head was being hit repeatedly with a hammer to pick up on what they were saying. The noise around you sounded like they were far away, and anxiety took hold of you as you realised your vision had started to spot black.

And then, as if some miracle had happened, the terrible headache plaguing you dulled, and sound returned to your ears. Your stomach no longer felt like it was doing flip-flops. That's when you noticed a small hand on your back, and when you turned, you came face to face with the pink-haired child you had seen earlier.

"Sleep, mom."

Your brain barely had the chance to question what the kid meant, your eyes closing and your body slumping as you passed out.

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Kaito Saiki, the son of Y/n L/n and Kusuo Saiki. The child of the most powerful esper to exist and the most potent nullifier.

Unlike his father, whose abilities proved to be a challenge to control, Kaito possessed the ability to nullify his own powers if he chose to. That was thanks to his mother, who could shut off her link to the supernatural if she tried hard enough.

The only issue Kaito faced was that he had no way of stopping his psychic capabilities when he wasn't conscious. Not yet, anyway. He was six, after all, and his father had cursed him with supernatural abilities, which wouldn't have been so bad if only his powers weren't 100 times stronger than Kusuo's. That meant that when Kaito was sleeping, he could blow up Japan with a single sigh.

All was well when you were around because you could stop his powers from going haywire when you were within 100 metres. The only issue was you had gone on a weekend away to visit your parents, and because Kaito couldn't miss school days, he had to wait until Tuesday for your return.

Initially, the child psychic and your husband Saiki had reassured you that all would be fine because Kaito honestly did think nothing too drastic would happen in your absence.

He had been wrong. Come the first night without you, he realised he grossly underestimated how much your presence affected his power or lack thereof.

After seeing you off at the airport on a Friday afternoon and walking hand in hand with his father home, his face more stoic than his dad's as if that were humanly possible he watched re-runs of shows he had seen you enjoy in the past. It definitely wasn't because he missed having you around.

He wasn't like his dad, Saiki, who spent the day cleaning, occasionally staring off into the distance when he found something you misplaced before putting it back where it needed to be- definitely not. His old man needed to stop overreacting; he was acting like you had left forever! You would be back in 4 days; it wasn't that big of a deal.

Kaito hadn't even realised how tired he was, dozing off on the couch in the living to the sound of automated laughing tracks wishing it was your laugh mixed with them.

When Kaito awoke, it took him a few seconds to realise he wasn't covered in a blanket. If someone paid attention, they'd see his shoulders slightly droop at discovering you weren't there to tuck him in for the next few nights. Sure, his dad would teleport him into his bed, but you would tell Saiki off for risking Kaito waking up. Then again, you weren't there to do that either.

That's when it hit the young psychic; he wasn't in bed or on the couch sinking into the pillows. No, he was in the middle of the city, and it was broad daylight. The loud thoughts of the whole town flooding into his brain was annoying. Kaito lowered the intensity of his powers so that his telepathy only reached a radius of 10 metres, grateful he was his mother's son and had inherited nullification as an ability.

With the tedious voices of a thousand others no longer invading his skull, he could finally think in peace.

People passed by Kaito, paying little attention to him. He recognised his surroundings; he was in the centre of his town. Familiar shops surrounded him, and Kaito began walking, shoving his hands into the pockets of his shorts as he navigated back. Was it just him, or did the stores around him look different? And why did the style of the clothes people wore around him look old-fashioned?

Kaito guessed he had teleported in his sleep, but he couldn't, for the life of him, wrap his head around why something felt off. He ignored the sinking feeling in his stomach. Was he ill? No, that wasn't possible. Something as ridiculous as sickness couldn't affect him. None of that mattered; for now, his only focus was walking down the familiar road that led past PK Academy to get to his house.

Letting out a sigh at how bothersome the situation was, Kaito let his feet drag him forward. When little kids around his age ran past him laughing as they played tag on their way to kindergarten, he rolled his eyes.

If he decided to smite them off this Earth, it'd be okay, right? No, he shook his head. You would definitely get angry at him if he did. And he wouldn't want you to be upset at him.

How annoying; the people around him were like rats. He didn't mind them, but they were still nuisances.

All was okay- until it wasn't. Kaito made the mistake of looking up from his shoes to the swarm of people trying to get to school early in the morning when his eyes landed on familiar hair. Squinting his eyes, his feet slowed as he tried to get a better look across the crowd, and then his gaze landed on your face. For the first time in his life, Kaito was shell-shocked.

Granted, his expression stayed the same, but he wondered if he had actually contracted some type of illness because his stomach dropped to his feet.

He didn't like the feeling, and he definitely didn't like how it got increasingly worse when you turned to look at him. If Kaito had the ability to express his emotions better, he was sure he'd be scrunching his nose. He only deadpanned at you, wanting to clench his jaw at how there was no softness behind your eyes when your gaze landed on him.

The adoration your eyes usually held was nowhere to be found; you looked at him as if he was a stranger. That's when it hit him. Kaito had managed to time travel. Your school uniform, smile lines barely visible on your face and your shortened height. All of it made sense to him.

You raised your eyebrow at Kaito before a group of girls clad in the same clothes as you seemed to catch your attention. That's when he saw it. Pink hair, same as his, topped with the exact same hair clips he wore. His father had just walked past him.

Kaito didn't catch a good look, not with Saiki's back facing him. The young psychic hadn't realised he had stopped walking until then. When he went to move forward, continuing on his journey, his new goal being to find a secluded place so he could collect his thoughts and find a way to get back to his current timeline, he stopped dead in his tracks.

Kaito had never been an expressive child, something he was sure most parents would worry about if he was anyone else's kid. He wasn't, though; he was yours, which meant no matter how stoic or ungrateful he came off, regardless of what you did for him, you always welcomed him with open arms and a smile on your face.

The child esper guessed he loved his parents, even if he didn't show it. The warm feeling he would get in his heart was evidence of that- every time he saw you and Saiki. He wasn't sure why, but he would always favour you over his father.

Maybe it was something about how understanding and patient you were with him that tugged at his heartstrings like no other.

So Kaito forgot all about precaution, and his brain blanked when he saw you collapse to the floor, falling to your knees as if you had lost all your strength. Of course, he knew why; you had told him of yours and Saiki's meeting, that his dad's powers took a toll on you the first time you were in his vicinity.

Should he get rid of his dad? Permanently? He was the cause of your pain, after all.

Kaito got rid of the intrusive thought as quickly as it had appeared; if he did kill Saiki, he'd never have been born. And that meant he'd never see you again. There were more pressing issues at hand; he was sure you were on the verge of fainting, no doubt feeling nauseous.

What else could have happened when his father walked past you that morning, not knowing of your presence or the effect he had on you as he passed you by to get to PK Academy? Of all the moments in time Kaito could have travelled to, this had to be by far the worst. Judging by how Saiki didn't spare a glance at you, he had yet to meet you.

Crowds of people swarmed you to make sure you were okay, obstructing Kaito's view of you. He wanted to blast them away with his powers; they weren't helping. Saner heads prevailed.

For the first time in his life, urgency came before all else. If anyone saw him teleport to you, he'd deal with it later; Kaito's main priority was making sure you were okay first. He appeared behind you instantly, ignoring the people around him, only focusing on you.

Kaito closed his eyes, placing the small of his hand on your back as he imagined a void around him, willing it to grow to a metre's radius, covering the two of you. He had successfully blocked out any of his dad's powers, hoping the nullification would at least relieve some of the pain you felt.

When he opened his lids, you turned to look up at him. "Sleep, mom," Was all he said to you, and he watched as you slumped back, his right arm catching you. The only reason his mind control affected you was because he was born from you. When he had grown up, he had questioned you on it before.

You had chalked it up to the fact that since he was your child, there was a bond between you that you shared, so there were no 'broken strings' between the two of you. Kaito was grateful for that fact now as he picked you up in his arms with ease.

He ignored the crowd's shock at his strength and the murmurs of the people surrounding him and you. Turning to face the tall strangers in front of him, using mind control, he willed them to forget what they had seen today before teleporting to his maternal grandparent's house, where he was sure you were still living.

He was grateful the house was empty, guessing your parents had gone off to work already. Kaito placed you on the couch silently before he left, sparing you one last glance as he did.

Good grief.

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This was catastrophic. By catching your attention earlier, Kaito was sure he had just meddled with his parent's first meeting. Had he not been there, you wouldn't have stopped for a few seconds to look at him; you would have headed to school like normal and met Saiki later on.

The whole thing was a domino effect. Kaito knew his fair share when it came to time travel and was also aware that when anyone did jump timelines, the only smart thing to do was to be an unnoticeable bystander. Don't touch anything, don't talk to anyone and try not to get seen.

Something as simple as moving a pencil from its original place to a different location could change how events play out. If Kaito had known he'd travelled to the past in his sleep, he never would have walked the streets without a care in the world.

Kaito had caused a grandfather paradox. A theory that if one travelled back in time and assassinated their grandfather before he had children, they could make their own birth impossible. Kaito had caused a paradox, alright- except it was with his dad minus the killing, too, of course.

The damage was already done, and there was no use pondering over regrets and what-ifs. At this point, Kaito would have travelled back to the future, but he had changed a major event in the timeline- and that would be his parent's love story. That meant if he went back now, there was a possibility that his parents may have never met each other; even worse, he might not exist anymore.

This was why his dad had warned him not to mess with time travel; messing with the timeline had ended in world war 3 for Saiki. Kaito originally wanted to go back a day, but factoring in how he had yet to grasp his powers properly, he might go back in time to when you and Saiki hadn't been born.

He didn't want to risk it, so he decided he would do the next best thing.- get the help of his father, who was still in high school. Saiki had better control over his psychic powers than Kaito did.

With a plan in mind, he got up from the park swing he was sitting on to teleport to his paternal grandparent's house this time. Judging by how the sun was already setting, the school day for his father should already be there.

Kaito sat on the bed, with Saiki perched on his desk chair in front of him.

If Kaito had the ability to laugh, he guessed he would have when he first appeared in front of his father. The older psychic had been shell-shocked, and if it weren't for the fact that Kaito knew he still had contacts in, Kaito would have theorised he had managed to petrify his dad with how he was frozen in place.

"Who the hell are you?" Kaito only raised an eyebrow at his father's colourful words. Would the correct response be to scoff in this situation? Who knew his father lacked brain cells as a teenager? "I'm your son."

Saiki deadpanned at him, his lips parted and his eyes covered by the light reflecting off of his green glasses. "What?"

Kaito sighed- why was the man in front of him so slow? "Can't you tell by reading my mind?" Kaito shot back before realising Saiki probably couldn't. Maybe he should cut the older esper some slack; having a stranger appear out of nowhere only to claim he's your son must come as a shock. "You might want to sit down; this may take a while."

"I'm already sat down."

"It was a figure of speech."

After explaining his life story to Saiki, from how he saw his mother on the street to how the original timeline was supposed to go and how Kaito had messed things up by distracting you, he snapped his eyes back to look at his dad, who looked like he had just gone through the five stages of grief in one sitting.

"I need your help; I need you to time travel back a day and take me with you so I can make sure things happen the way they should." Kaito was sure he hadn't inherited your patience, but boy, did he wish he had because Saiki was starting to annoy him with how slow he was in catching on.

"There's no way you're my son." Was he allowed to smack his dad into next week? It'd be fine since you weren't there to scold Kaito. The young psychic purged the idea from his brain, he needed his dad's help after all, and the man was no use to him if he was unconscious- or dead. "That's it. I'm going to Uncle Kusuke for help."

Kaito got up from his seat on Saiki's bed, acting as if he was ready to leave. Of course, he wouldn't go, but pretending like he would to get his way wouldn't hurt anyone, would it? If Kaito and Saiki had anything in common, it was the fact that they shared a mutual dislike for Kusuke Saiki. "Wait. I can't have my brother find out about this."

The corners of Kaito's mouth twitched ever so slightly; he had hit the nail on the coffin. Saiki had no choice but to help.

The older psychic lowered his face, switching his gaze from the ceiling back to Kaito. The child esper could tell that Saiki still doubted he was his son.

"Why can't I read your thoughts? We're both psychics aren't we?" Kaito tilted his head to the side as if the answer was obvious. "What a pain. It's because I can nullify any of your abilities, and if I turn it off, you'll learn too much about the future. That might change my current timeline; I can't risk that."

Saiki exhaled through his nose, leaning forward in his chair, "You're my son, alright- you even have the same catchphrases as me." Silence followed as the two stared each other down. Kaito refused to yield, and a slight sense of pride filled his small body when Saiki broke eye contact first by closing his eyes.

"Fine. What do you need help with?" Kaito had been triumphant. Finally, he could go back home. Was what he felt not called satisfaction? He felt like pumping his fists until he realised how silly it would be to do so. Kaito faced Saiki, opening his mouth to speak only for him to blink and deadpan.

Kaito had time jumped again. How? He had no idea. He wasn't even sleeping this time! He concluded that being so far away from his mother must be the reason why this was happening to him. How was he supposed to return to the correct timeline if his powers were going haywire?

One thing Kaito did know for sure was that he was no longer in his future dad's bedroom but rather in a field with only crops surrounding him. Letting his eyes sweep the vast green around him, he sighed yet again. There was nothing but plants for miles, as far as his eyes could see. Was this frustration he felt? He couldn't tell.

The most important thing to do was find out what time period he was in. That was what Kaito planned to do, but he didn't get a chance to follow through on it. Why? The answer was simple- bugs.

When Kaito felt something move on the skin of his calf, under his pants, all the baby hairs on his body stood up. For a split second, Kaito was sure his soul had left his body- halfway on its journey to the heavens. He was familiar with this feeling, having experienced it countless times when he found cockroaches around the house.

Kaito's body reacted before his mind did in his sheer state of panic. He kicked his leg out to get the creepy crawly off of him before teleporting far away.

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When Kaito's vision adjusted to his surroundings after he had teleported yet again, he realised he was standing between two people. A sense of dread filled the young psychic- surely the universe didn't hate him that much. He slowly gazed up and found two familiar faces staring down at him. The universe did- it hated Kaito Saiki.

Kaito's eyes blanked, devoid of light. "Eh?"

Gazing intently at him was none other than his mother and father, except they were younger. "You're seeing this too, right?" You were the first to pipe up, not breaking eye contact with Kaito as you watched him curiously. "Kusuo, you didn't tell me you had a little brothe-" Saiki cut you off before you could finish. "I don't."

Kaito had no idea how to talk to you. He gulped as you watched him curiously. He proceeded to do something he only ever did when he was extremely nervous (normally, it only happened when he was getting scolded by you. Kaito's mouth moved before his brain could catch up.

The only thing he could do was quote tik tok references you loved to say. "Baby, I'm not even here. I'm a hallucination. Move on- move on." Your jaw dropped at the boy in front of you, recognising exactly what video the small child was talking about. Your eyes lit up at him in what Kaito assumed to be utter awe. It took everything in him not to hug your leg, knowing all too well he wouldn't be met with the softness that the you from the future would provide.

Your eyes widened as if something had clicked, and realisation dawned on you. Kaito felt it too- the rush in his ears he could faintly hear every time his mother wasn't around, calmed. The weight of his powers lifted slightly, and he inhaled. "Hi." Kaito only looked to you, feeling small and unsure of himself for the first time in a long while.

"No way." You sounded breathless, for good reason. You slowly met Kusuo's gaze at the same time he did yours. Kaito looked around to observe where he was and surmised he had teleported to Saiki's room. "It can't be."

If the two of you were together, then that meant the farm Kaito came from was in a time before he had meddled with yours and Saiki's first meeting. Thank god. If there was any out there.

"What's your name, little guy?" You looked down at Kaito once again, and he craned his neck to meet your gaze. His eyes softened at the sight of you, something both you and Saiki picked up on. "It's Kaito... Saiki." Your lips parted before they stretched into a smile. Saiki's only response was to deadpan- as if his soul was moments away from leaving his body.

"I always wanted to name my kid 'Kaito'. See, told you I was right, Kusuo." You whipped your head to face Saiki, excitement bubbling up on your features. The older esper only rolled his eyes at your antics, opting to look at Kaito instead. "Why are you here?"

Kaito opened his mouth to speak, only to feel an itch in his nose. His face scrunched as he pulled his hand up reflectively, sneezing into it.

Bringing his hand down slowly, the small psychic blinked. He was smack bang in the middle of town centre yet again.

Could he have? Had Kaito actually been that lucky- as to travel back in time to before he had messed up his parent's first meeting? There was only one way to find out.

So Kaito walked passed the crowds of people, trying to keep his pace steady as he made his way towards PK Academy yet again. He stopped just before he suspected he'd see you and hid behind a wall, barely visible.

That's when Kaito spotted the version of you from high school, and he felt himself physically relax, like a burden was lifted off his shoulders. Had the situation stressed him out that much? Probably.

Kaito watched intently as you gazed up from your phone at the group of girls walking past you, clad in the same school uniform. Kaito let out a sigh of relief when you followed them like the universe had planned for you to do so. Kaito stuck around for when his father appeared, absentmindedly walking to PK Academy with a stoic expression not long after you.

Finally, everything had been set right. Now, Kaito had to find a way back to his current timeline.

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After a few tries and focusing solely on not interacting with any human Kaito came across to stop a butterfly effect from happening, he finally made his way back home.

Kaito appeared in the living room, and before his eyes could even adjust to his surroundings, he was engulfed in a hug, "Oomph!" The second he realised it was your arms around him, he visibly relaxed. Breathing you in, he melted into the hug as he buried his nose into your shoulder. He was finally home!

"Where did you go, Kaito?!" The worry in your voice pulled on his heartstrings. He felt a hand run through his soft pink hair, and guessed that must have been his dad.

'I time travelled in my sleep.' Kaito telepathically told you and Saiki, his face still covered by your shoulder. He felt almost ashamed to admit it, as if he had done something wrong. He decided then that he needed to get his powers under control as soon as possible.

"I was worried sick- you disappeared for hours!" You let go of him in a hurry, your hands sliding down his arms as you looked him over before checking his forehead for a fever. "Are you hurt?"

Kaito only shook his head, staying quiet. It felt like his heart was going to burst open, and he had no idea what to do about it. The young esper's attention shifted when he spotted the 2 suitcases behind you. Had you... not left to go visit your parents yet? Had he travelled back to before you went to the airport?

"Don't go." That was all Kaito could say. He looked up at you in time to see your eyes soften. Despite his stoic expression and his empty eyes, you could read him like an open book. He didn't have to say much; you understood straight away. If his powers went haywire when you weren't here, there was no saying what would happen.

"Okay, I'll stay."

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bonus:

After putting Kaito to bed and telling your parents about the change of plans, you walked down the stairs wordlessly. What a long day.

When Kaito didn't come down even after you called for him a few hours ago, you immediately sensed something was wrong. Leaving your suitcases in the living room near the couch, you called your husband over to help you look for him.

Half the day went by with you looking for your son, Kaito. Saiki teleported everywhere, used his telepathy, and even then- he couldn't find your child. Then, like magic, Kaito appeared in the living room. You had heard a brief version of what had happened from Kaito himself before you tucked him in.

"Stressed?" Saiki asked from the kitchen, handing you a warm mug of hot chocolate with marshmallows. You smiled at him, your heart swelling at the simple act of him making you something. "Not anymore." You smiled over the rim of the mug before taking a sip.

You watched quietly as Saiki silently did the dishes. This was it, everything you had ever wanted in life. "What would you do if you never met me?" You asked out of curiosity, the question spurred on by what Kaito had told you.

Saiki paused, placing the last dish onto the drying rack and turning the tap off before he turned to you. "I'd be single and by myself." You kept eye contact, studying your husband to your heart's content. "Until I find you." Your lips stretched into a quiet smile again as you stepped forward.

"You have no idea how happy that makes me, Kusuo." You wrapped your arms around his neck as you pulled him close. Saiki's hands found purchase on your hips. You tip-toed as you placed a kiss on his lips, your smile still present.

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Wish Granted - Mammon x AFAB Bodied Reader (NSFW)

Woohoo! I finally finished this! Happy birthday clown boy I am so in love with you 😭

NSFW!! Minors please do not interact!!

This has plot points, dialogue, and spoilers for chapters about 33-38 I believe!!

Tags/Triggers: Language, Smut, AFAB Body Parts, Fingering, Penetration (If you’d like anything else tagged, please let me know!!!)

This is also my first smut please don’t go hard on me lmao anyway let’s go 🌸 - Happy Birthday Mammon!

“W-What we were wishing for… at that moment?”.

Your body goes numb. Acutely aware of the heat rising to your face, your gaze quickly darts to the floor, then back at the seven faces crowded around you. Tightening the grip you had on the bottom of your shirt, you slowly trail your line of vision across the expressions of your pactmates, willing them not to notice the sweat that has begun to gather lightly on your brow until your eyes meet the one who’s attention you cared about most.

Like clockwork, cerulean orbs with golden flecked irises lock onto yours. Feeling yourself shake a bit at the tension, you bring your hand up to your face to feign a cough. “Your video game cursed us into this time loop, and now you have to grant all of our wishes to break it? So uh, how…how exactly are you going to make that happen, Levi?”, you question, voice a little too high.

“Well, of course with all of your guy’s help!”, exclaims the third eldest, who didn’t seems apologetic enough considering the circumstances. A moment of silence befalls the room before the sound of a laugh comes from the mouth of the demon of greed. “Ya, sure, okay. You have fun with that Levi!”, he chuckles before tucking his arms behind his head, turning to leave the room.

“You guys aren’t gonna help?! You do realize this time loop affects us all, right?”, Levi bewilders. “I do have to agree with Mammon on this one”, Satan piques, crossing his arms and exiting the room, “This is your mess, so it’s up to you to fix it.” In what you can only assume is disbelief, Levi turns to Lucifer, who only nods before agreeing. “Right. Levi, it’s your responsibility. See to it that this day does not repeat again.”

At the sight of deer worry on his face, you place a hand on your friend’s shoulder. “Don’t worry Levi, I’ll help you out!”, you cheer, trying to hide the waver in your voice. Jacket covered arms make their way around you. “MC, you’re an angel!”, he cries, causing you to swallow hard, tongue suddenly feeling too big for your mouth.

Right, an angel… your brain feels fuzzy as your heart quickens at the thought of the inevitable fulfillment of your wish, the thoughts that plagued your mind when you found yourself alone. You curse yourself, knowing your idea, what you wanted at that moment, what you’ve wanted for awhile now, was way less than holy.

You begin with Lucifer, assuming it to be easiest to go to the oldest first, who’s wish should be the most rationale. You didn’t expect it to include the one person in this house you were too nervous to take in right now.

“If only Mammon could become a proper demon, life would be so much easier for me.”

You lightly curse under your breath, dragging your feet behind Levi as you make your way to Mammon’s bedroom. This was the last place you wanted to be right now. The silent embarrassment you feel simmers to the surface as soon as you take in the second born’s face. You can faintly hear Levi and Mammon arguing about something, and if you really focused you bet you could make out what they were saying through the ringing in your ears. You trail your gaze throughout his room.

It’s messy. Of course he’d live like a bachelor. Empty chip bags and dirty clothes litter the floor. You turn your attention to his car, a stark contrast on its platform, shining beautifully as if it was just waxed minutes ago. You shift your view downwards, and can feel your heart lurch when your eyes land on his bed. Flashes of your visions play through your head. You dart your tongue between your lips to allow some form of moisture to reach them, noticing how they were all too chapped, mouth feeling all too dry.

You follow their lead, walking back towards Lucifer to bring him the subject of his wish. Words are exchanged between the three of them, something about honesty and something about properness. It’s too hard to focus, the anxiety creeping up your neck making it near impossible. You see Levi run out of the room only to return with something in his hands. A piece of jewelry? A necklace or… a bangle.

Levi slaps the bracket around his brother’s wrist. Wanting to alleviate your own confusion, you try your hardest to tune back in. “So this bangle forces people to tell the truth!”, cheers Levi.

Oh dear Diavolo.

You don’t pay attention to what happens next in their exchange. You just know you need to keep that bangle far away from yourself.

The three of you make your way back to Mammon’s room. Naturally, you assume his wish is the next to grant. It was probably something to do with grimm, you think. You can’t form a deep thought, too busy being acutely aware of where the bracelet was at now, residing in Levi’s pocket. The idea that he could slip it on your wrist at any moment, forcing the intimate details of your wish out at any time; it was almost too much to bear.

You are suddenly brought back to the present moment at Mammon’s sudden pause. He’s refusing to tell Levi his wish. Why would he…

You begin to question his actions, but cannot complete the thought before Levi slips the bracelet back onto his brother. “Just so you’re aware, that bangle is made so that only the person who puts it on you can take it off.” You feel your body tense at the sentiment that falls out of Levi’s mouth. Your panic attack subsides as you hear Mammon call your name.

“I was thinkin’ about MC! I mean, I saw how MC was cozying up to Satan and Belphie and everyone at the party… bein’ all flirty and stuff. Like, if ya keep showin’ that sweet and happy side of yours in front of everyone like that, they’re all gonna fall for you! That’s why I wish you’d only do that sorta stuff when you’re alone with m…mmhhaohm..”

His words are cut off when he brings his hand to clamp over his mouth.

Your heart jumps to your throat and swells at your crushes’ confession. It’s almost too good to be true. Sure, Mammon’s made passing comments about his affection for you, but only in private, and never like this. You find yourself too stunned to speak.

“D’AAAAH LEVI! Take this damn bangle offa me before I go blurtin’ out even more stuff I shouldn’t!”, Mammon rages at his brother. Your mind continues to buffer as Levi refuses and darts out of the room. When you finally begin to regain some form of consciousness, it’s stolen from you again as a tanned hand wraps around your wrist firmly. “Hey, MC! C’mon you gotta help me! I’m gonna catch Levi and FORCE him to take this thing offa me!”.

You stumble over your own feet trying to match pace with Mammon as he leads you out to the main hallway, continuing his tirade about catching Levi all while pulling at the object fastened around his wrist. It’s kind of funny, you think to yourself. One of the most feared leaders of the Devildom bested by a bracelet. But, you figure this is best left unsaid, for his sake of course.

He seems to read your thoughts with his next sentence. “It’s no use. I can’t get this damn bangle off no matter how hard I try. What am I suppose to do? I can’t take havin’ this thing on me!”

It’s his next blurb that takes you by surprise.

“Like, what if I accidentally let it slip that I love you, huh!?”

You feel your body engulfing itself in what feels to be red-hot flames, bringing a hand to your mouth to cover up the fact it had dropped open in shock. Was this your wish coming true in some round about way? Was this Levi’s doing? It felt too good to be true.

Mammon seems to mirror your shock, quickly averting his eyes towards the floor. The words find their way out of your mouth before you can stop yourself, “How much do you like me exactly?”. You feel a tinge of regret, knowing it wasn’t fair to ask him such a thing while he was under the influence of this magical item, but the giddiness in your stomach wins over your rationality.

“I love you so much it’s crazy! Like, so much that my stomach fills with butterflies and my heart jumps out of my chest!”, he all but word-vomits out, not being able to help it. “I think about you all the time, even when you’re not around! Like, I feel like I’m losin’ my mind!”

He doesn’t give you a chance to respond, bringing a hand up to run through his hair. “D’AAAAH this is bad! I keep blurtin’ out every thought that pops into my head!”.

“Every thought huh….”, you trail off. Now that was an idea. If everyone’s wishes needed to be granted tonight, that includes you. Under normal circumstances, there’s no way you’d EVER be able to admit your thoughts out loud, short circuiting every time the images that ran through your mind popped into view. You doubt you could stand to look the avatar of greed in the eyes and admit your…fantasies… aloud to him and still have a single ounce of pride left in you after, even if he did just state his love for you. This was a step further. Scratch that, leaps and bounds forward. But, if you put on that bracelet, you’d have no choice but to fess up, your wants brought to surface in order to break this time loop.

“I cant let any of my brothers hear me talkin’ like this”, his eyes dart around, looking for something. “Come on, MC! We’ll worry about findin’ Levi later.”

Once again his hand finds its way to your wrist, but your quick to slide your own upwards, taking his hand into your own. If you didn’t know better, you’d swear you saw his blush get even darker. You allow him to pull you into the first door he sees, leading you both into one of the house’s many bathrooms.

“…All right, great. No one’s gonna be able to hear me from in here.” His usually demeanor seems to faulted as he shifts his focus on to you. His voice is barely above a whisper. “Now listen’. I’m willin’ to tell ya what it is I wished for…But only you, okay? Because you’re special to me.”

You promise not to laugh as you you watch him fiddle with the zipper of his jacket. You have to stop yourself from reaching a hand out to touch his face, his bashfulness letting on to the severity of his words. You know first hand how hard it is for him to share his feelings.

“So, here’s the thing. What I want is, you know, to h….me”, he mumbles under his breath. “Speak clearly, Mammon”, you encourage him to elaborate. “Ugh…I don’t wanna”, he huffs back in response. Tentatively, you decide to reach a shaky hand out to lift his chin, eyes meeting your gaze.

“All right, fine. What I said is…

I want to hear you say you like me, okay?”

You can’t help the smile that takes over your face. You couldn’t count how many days you’ve waited to hear Mammon say those words to you, how you’ve dreamt of him reciprocating your feelings you haven’t dared to admit. “Ugh… This is so embarrassing. Like, what kind of messed up torture is this anyway…”.

He goes in depth, explaining the train of thought that brought him to his wish. The excitement you feel makes you forget about the agony of admitting your own. Your words burst out of your mouth like fireworks, “I love you too, Mammon!”. Tears brim at your lash line as you throw you arms around him, almost making him lose his balance.

“Yeah, I love you too, like so much that it’s crazy. I don’t care if you’re a human and I’m a demon. None of that matters. As long as I’ve got you, I don’t need anything else.”

His words wash over you like a waterfall. You’re not sure who to thank at this point, but you wish the higher powers that brought you to him profusely in your head.

“Hmm, THATS weird”, a voice rips you out of your trace. Huh, you didn’t expect those higher powers to respond to you. “Yeah, it IS weird. I mean, I’m the Avatar of Greed, ya know? And yet here I am, head over heels on love with MC.”

“No, that’s not what I meant.” You freeze in place. You know that voice, and right now you could kill it’s owner for listening in on this intimate moment. Levi’s messy blue hair pops up from inside the bathtub. “I meant it’s weird that the charm doesn’t seem to have faded.”

The third born seems indifferent to his brother’s shock as he simply turns to you asking who’s wish you should try granting next. You can’t help but flicker your eyes to the bracelet on Mammon’s wrist. Well, if your wish HAD to be granted, you suppose now would be the best time to admit it.

“Levi, take the bangle off of Mammon”, you command. “What! Why?”, exclaims the otaku, “He’s finally being proper! You know, not a total scumbag!”

You ignore Mammon’s indignant shouts at his brother for the insult and Levi’s protesting, simply stating “I’ll need it to grant my wish.” With that sentiment, both boys shut up, Mammon offering up his wrist for Levi to slip the bracelet off and hand it to you. “I’ll also need this”, you finish, grabbing Mammon’s hand with a devilish smile and leading him back out into the hallway.

“H-Hey! Where are you going! Wait for me!”, calls Levi as he begins to exit the bathroom. Unfortunately for him, he finds himself unable to follow you, pact mark lighting up at your orders. “Go ahead and see if you can grant any of the other wishes without me. We’ll take care of my own.” You throw Mammon a chaste smile, taking in the way that his breathing hitches as you lead the demon back towards his own bedroom.

Now, it was your turn for your breath to hitch, nerves getting the better of you. You’d think just admitting your love for each other would make this part easier, but if anything it made it that much harder.

It’s Mammon who breaks the heavy silence between the two of you, blush still apparent on his face as you both lean against his pool table. “So uh, what’d ya need the bangle for? Cause if it’s to get me to admit more mushy stuff, I ain’t talkin’!”, he jokes, laughing lightly to try to dissipate the mood that had fallen between the two of you.

“A-Actually, I’m gonna need you to put this on me”, you you mutter, looking anywhere but at the demon before you’s face. A questioning look replaced his slight grin. He cocks his head to the side as if to ask why.

“Cause if I put it on, I can take it off right? And then I have a chance to chicken out, you know, not tell you my wish…what I was thinking about when Levi activated the curse.”

“Ah, cmon MC! Whatever yer wish was it can’t be anymore embarrassin’ than mine. And look, it turned out juuuuust fine!”, he flashes that blinding grin at you. The pit (and fire) in your stomach only grows. You give him your shaking wrist and a nod, allowing him to slip the bangle over your wrist.

No going back now…

“All right MC, now the The Great Mammon what ya wished for!”

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The worry inside you bubbles up and threatens to spill over onto the floor. He’s been frozen for a while now, the same expression on his face. The tension in the room is almost palpable, like if you reached out you could grab it. It’s been a full minute of silence from the second born, a rare occasion, since your wish fell from your lips into the air.

Finally, he clears his throat to speak, the brightest red you’ve ever seen beginning to adorn this cheeks, “Y-you want me to t-take you? Ya mean like on a date right? Ha ha, yeah sure MC! W-we can uh, w-we can go anywhere you’d like, just name the place and we’ll-”

“Mammon, that’s not what I meant”, you cut him off, staring at the floor which had suddenly become very interesting ever since your wish had left your mouth.

“D-don’t ya think I know that! J-just gimme a minute!”, he clambers, clearly not expecting the request you laid out in front of him.

Another moment of silence passes as you watch the second born scrunch his eyes shut, breathing deeply. He brings up a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, contemplating. “W-we don’t have to! If you don’t want to! Really, it was stupid of me to even suggest it! I-I’m so sorry this is probably so awkward. Let’s go help Levi grant the others wishes first! T-that way we don’t have to do mine until last! A-and the spell will probably break before-”

This time he cuts you off, seemingly coming to a decision in his mind. “MC, quiet down would ya?”, he huffs, setting his glasses down on the pool table. You watch him carefully as he shimmies off his jacket, throwing it haphazardly onto the felt. You take a step back. Was it shock you were feeling? Surprise? Embarrassment?

He opens his eyes and stares daggers into your soul. Something in the mood has shifted, his usual goofy demeanor gone. As he moves toward you, you can’t help the shiver that runs up your spine - something he takes notice of with a low chuckle. “So, I was busy worryin’ that you wouldn’t tell me ya liked me, and the whole time you were thinkin’ about this?

He reaches you now, towering over you with his stature. He lifts a hand to your chin, roughly cupping your face to run his thumb over your cheek. “Seems like The Great Mammon’s been on your mind, huh?”, he whispers, almost jeering at you, teasing you. His thumb moves to run across your bottom lip, soft and smooth. You can stop the quiet whimper that leaves your throat, eyes blinking rapidly up at the demon before you.

“That’s a good human.”

You melt into his touch, unable to meet his gaze now. You swallow thickly, trying not to show him how much the little nickname effected you, but it was no use. “Ya like that, don’tcha MC? Bein’ a good little human? Bein’ my good little human.”

You can’t help it now. His name leaves your throat like a plea, “M-Mammon~”.

He reaches up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, bringing his face ever closer to yours. “That’s it, say my name.”

He stops his advances right before his lips meet yours, a ghost of uncertainty on his face. You flutter your lashes at him, silently willing him to continue. “Are you sure you want this?”, he asks quietly, almost timid now. Your heart softens at the sight. This. This is one of things that made you fall for him. The side of him he never showed his brothers; The side of him that was reserved only for you.

You bring your own hand up to settle on his own, gently caressing the back. “Mams, of course I want this. And I want this with no one else. There is no one else, it’s just you.” The expression that fills his orbs can only be described as adoration. “My wish,,” you continue “I was thinking about, you know, this because I’m always thinking about you. I’ve been head over heels for you since I got here. I love you, Mammon.”

It’s all he needs to hear. The second born’s eyes light up before he leans in, closing the gap between you. What starts soft and slow quickly becomes a needy mess of teeth and spit, tangled limbs and wanton touches.

He seems to experiment, biting down softly on your bottom lip. Gasping at the subtle pain, he quickly takes the advantage to slip his tongue into his mouth, beginning a fight for dominance. Though it was one you’d let him win, you weren’t going down without a fight.

You finally pull back with a soft moan, much to his annoyance as he chases your lips once more. You place a hand onto his chest, “Mams, as nice as that was, I still need to breathe”, you giggle, as he pops a cocky expression. “Oi, so you’re sayin’ I took yer breath away, huh?”, he smirks.

“Oh God, shut up!”, you laugh, playfully slapping at his grip, your nerves setting back in when you realize the smile he sported has slowly left his face. “Oh right, s-sorry”, you stutter, “You know it’s just a human saying.” His eyes narrow as he pulls you ever closer, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “You should know better than to mention that name here..”, he trails off, breathing deeply before continuing, “Don’tcha worry, by the time I’m done with ya the only thing you’ll remember how to say is mine.”

He punctuates the thought with a harsh nip to your ear lobe, sharp canines almost breaking skin. “A-ah!”, you can’t help but squeak at the sensation, going to reach a hand up to muffle yourself before he firmly grasps it, pulling it down to your side. “None of that. I wanna hear all the noises ya could possibly make.”

His hands start to move from your shoulders now, softly running up and down the skin of your arms to make their way to your plush hips as his attack on all your senses continues. Feeling bold from his ministrations, you decide to test to waters, teasingly reaching a hand down to grasp his growing length trapped beneath his jeans.

“F-fuck”, he can’t help but groan, taking a sharp intake of breath at the feeling, biting his bottom lip between his teeth. “On the bed. Now”, he hisses out, a demand you gladly comply with.

As soon as your back hits the sheets, Mammon is on top of you, hovering with a dangerous look in his eye. In an instant his lips reach yours again in a messy haze of want. His hands slide down from their place by your head to reach your chest. He hesitates only a second before squeezing your breasts beneath his palms, fingers digging into the flesh.

“Do you know just how long I’ve dreamt of seein’ ya like this? Havin’ ya underneath me? Undressin’ ya with my own two hands?”, his tone sultry as he continues feeling you up.

“Well then what are you waiting for? Help me take these off?”, you blink up at him innocently, but your voice was laced with something so much more sinister. The second born goes red at your suggestion, hands moving faster than he can keep up with as he lifts your shirt up over your head and all but tears at your bra.

“A-ah careful! That was expensive!”, you complain, bracing yourself as you hear an inevitable rip in the material due to his rough handling. He’s almost out of breath when he replies a quick “I’ll buy ya another”, too excited to get to the main event.

As soon as the material leaves your form, he latches on, biting and sucking harshly. You can’t help the high pitched sounds that leave your throat as his tongue circles your nipple softly, only to be interrupted by the feeling of sharp fangs clamping down. Bringing a hand up to your other breast, he begins poking and pinching, rolling the nipple between his fingers mercilessly.

“I-it’s too much! Slow down puh-please”, you plead, feeling the familiar sensation begin to bubble in your stomach. Your words fall on deaf ears. Now that he’s heard those pretty noises that you can make, how could you expect him to hold back? Maybe if he were a better man, he thinks to himself, he could be softer, making this a tender moment. But he’s not; He’s one of the Devildom’s Seven Leaders for a reason dammit.

His mouth leaves your chest to once again crash upon your lips, as his hand dips down between your thighs, beginning to rub at the material of your jeans. You almost can’t hold back now either, breaking apart your kiss to speak. “Mams, I need you”, you whine, giving the boy above you your best pout. He laughs, jeering at your display, “Glad to know I’m not the only one here who’s impatient.”

In a flash, he unbuttons your jeans, pulling the denim down along with your panties. As soon as the cold air hits your most private area, you cross your legs, covering up. His face flashes concern. “O-oi, what’s wrong?”, he asks, leaning back to give you space just in case you changed your mind. You simply giggle up at the white haired demon, “It’s not fair that I’m the only one undressed, you know.”

It takes a second before your request hits him, but you know it does when an annoying smirk flashes across his face. “Oh? Didn’t get enough from all my cover shoots did ya? Don’t worry, MC, I’ll give ya juuust what ya want”.

Oh you know what he’s doing. That absolute dick.

Slowly, sloooowly, Mammon reaches his hand under his shirt, slightly lifting up the material to let you peak at his abs. He runs his fingers up and down the muscles before lifting the black shirt up and over his head, reaching a hand up to rub the back of his neck once freed, lolling it from side to side. His eyes flicker down at you to test your expression, finding you gulping at the sight.

“Ya like whatcha see dontcha, MC?”, he questions with an irritating cockiness, hands reaching his waist now to carefully, agonizingly, undo his leather belt at a snail’s pace. “Mams, p-please!”, you cry out at his little strip tease, “Need you now!”. His face softens with your pleading. “Gah! okay, okay- ya know how cute ya sound when you beg?”, he huffs speeding up his movements.

He strips himself completely, leaving you both bare within each other’s presences. He leans down now, eyes full of appreciation as he begins kissing down your body. Softly, a hand comes down to rub at your mound. He pokes at your clit, rubbing in circles once he hears you begin to cry out. One ring clad finger enters you, then another as he stretches you out, preparing you for what’s to come.

“So wet, so pretty, and’s all for me”, he breaths, “how in the hell did I get so lucky?”. You smile at his admission, leave it to him to be so cute at a time like this. His eyes flash up at you, a beautiful mix of lust and love. He seems almost shy when he asks, “Do ya think you’re ready now?”.

You nod at him with a soft smile, reaching a hand out to caress his cheek. He leans into the affection, expression matching yours. “Right. Just let me know if ya need me to stop.” Your small nod signals the okay as he lines up with your entrance.

He slides in gently, giving you enough time to adjust to his size. The stimulation is dizzying. He’s certainly the biggest you’ve had - as to be expected of a demon - but you’re so over taken by the sensation of him stretching you out, and your wish being granted at the same time. He gives an experimental thrust and he already has you on the brink.

He’s knows it too if your clenching is anything to go by. “Shit- so tight!”, he groans through his teeth, “Keep that up I’m not gonna be able to last.” As he begins to set the pace, your mind goes blank. It’s not long before he has you seeing stars. “M-Mammo.. gonna…”, you manage to choke out, letting him know your limits. “Y-yea, me too,” he huffs, “Go on an cum for me, ya? Cum for me treasure.”

At his command, you fall apart. He chases after you, thrusts becoming sloppy as he finishes inside. “F-fuck, I love ya, MC”, he croaks out before coming down from his high, collapsing on top of you.

It takes a bit for you both to catch your breath, still basking in the afterglow of the moment. He holds you in a vice grip, like he can’t believe what just happened actually happened; Like he’s afraid you’ll leave him at any moment. He lifts his head up to look at you, face flushed and adorably messy.

“So, do ya think the time loop broke? I-I mean we granted your wish?”, He questions. “I dunno, I guess we’d need to go find Levi to see. Wanna go check?”, you ask, studying his beautiful wrecked expression.

He burries his head back into its rightful place in your neck before muttering, “Nah, not yet. Let’s stay like this for awhile. If we don’t repeat today again, I wanna savor this moment while it lasts.”

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whats-it-mean · 6 months

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mikoto/john protecting reader from kotoko… like kotoko is beating reader down for being guilty and john absolutely BODIES her. i love protective boys

Not gonna let you get hurt ☆

Mikoto/John x reader

A/N - THIS IS SUCH A SILLY PROMPT. we love a protective boy SO MUCH <3333 its more john leaning than mikoto since in canon mikoto says he doesnt remember fighting kotoko off, which leads us to believe it was john who fought her, hope thats alright <3

C/W - Descriptions of a violence/fighting, Being chased, cussing

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It was cold and quiet, practically no noise other than the tap of your rushed footsteps on the metal flooring and your labored breathing. Everything felt rushed and messy with the way you almost ran directly into the wall trying to turn, practically tripping over yourself as you made a last-ditch effort to switch directions on the corner before you sent yourself sprinting down the next hall.

You tried as hard as you could to ignore the feeling in your legs that they might give out at any moment, spending all your energy without so much as a thought spared for the issues it might cause you later. All you could bring yourself to was run, in no particular direction, the fear in your body being the only thing powering your adrenaline.

“Fuck.” It was as if you froze in place, your legs unable to move until you collapsed into the corner of where the hallway ended, promising your doom. Would she kill you? Escaping was futile now, with how close you could hear Kotoko’s footsteps chasing after your own. “Shit, shit, shit…”

On instinct, you imagined all your options- you could try to fight back, but you knew full well that Kotoko had done this before, in and out of prison. By now, you were stuck at a dead end with nowhere to run, so escaping wasn’t a choice- and if Es hadn’t helped Fuuta and Mahiru, then calling for help sure as hell wouldn’t be much use to you in this situation.

Ah. Was this it? Was this how you would die?

On cue with your darkening thoughts, You glanced upwards to see Mikoto, just barely in your line of sight as he jumped around the corner, closely following Kotoko. Landing his leg against her back, he sent her thudding onto the ground with a grunt. You blinked, and within an instant he was right in front of you, glancing over you once to make sure you didn’t have any serious injuries before turning back to face Kotoko.

By the way he held himself, you could tell it wasn’t quite Mikoto in front of you, but.. the other one, and his eyes narrowed at the girl now sprinting at full speed towards you, instinctively reaching an arm out in front of you. You could see the intensity burning in her eyes when she jumped out, gleaming silver bat held high above her head before Mikoto kicked her again, this time in the stomach, and she fell harshly to the ground with a yelp of surprise.

You could barely process all that was happening in front of you, your backed-up brain still trying to figure out what Mikoto was even doing here, let alone the fact that he was… protecting you?

Everything felt like a giant blur of things moving way too fast, a jumble of more Kotoko jumping at you again and again, only to be met with harsh kicks and hits from the man who still sat in front of you, keeping one arm outstretched in front of you the entire time.

By now, Kotoko was laying on the ground, breath heavy and face bruised as she glared at the two of you, huffing with annoyance. She coughed, slowly but surely picking herself up off the dirtied floor, wincing as she did so.

“Fuckers.”

She lifted a hand to her face to wipe the dirt off her cheek, but only ended up smearing it as she scowled at you before turning on her heel and leaving. The way her eyes gleamed with malice towards you before her departure promised she wasn’t done with this, but the moment she was gone you found yourself dragged into Mikoto’s embrace.

He didn’t say anything for a while, just holding you close to him as his breathing started to slow back to a normal pace. You could tell he was exhausted from the way he leaned onto you, huffing off the adrenaline from all the fighting before he finally opened his mouth to speak.

“I won’t let her hurt you.”

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#⤥ Mairu Writes !#milgram #milgram x reader #milgram project #milgram fanfiction #milgram mikoto #john milgram #john kayano #john kayano x reader #mikoto kayano x reader #milgram mikoto x reader #orekoto x reader #orekoto kayano

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writing-havoc · 2 years

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Waves

♡ Summary: Kaz has thoughts about soulmates, and tests his suspicions.

♡ Pairing: Kaz Brekker x Reader

♡ Fandom: Six of Crows, Grishaverse

♡ Warnings: None

♡ WC: 5k

I am in love with soulmate aus and I don't know why I don't write them more often. They itch my brain in a way nothing else can. This is kind of a tattoo mark au where everyone has a personal mark that forms when they start on a path that will lead them to their soulmate(s), whether that path starts physically or mentally. They glow and move upon linking.

Please excuse any spelling and grammar mistakes. Hope yall enjoy <3

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The irony is not lost on Kaz. It punches him right in the gut when he least expects it, leaving him a little winded and a bit more weary than before. So he learns to expect it. And that's when it eats at him. Gnawing at every hill and valley of his brain and taking what it can of his dispersed heart.

He doesn't allow himself to think how this could have been different if it weren't for Jordie.

It's not worth it, and overall does no good to wonder. Because the past is past and he can't change it.

So he covers, and covers, and covers. For both the sake of his mental well being and not feeling an ugly kind of anger wrap around himself when he has to stare at the mark that stretches up his arms.

He blames Jordie, he holds so much resentment towards him that at times it completely consumes him. But he moves past it, and fools himself for a little while that he's forgiven him. He himself holds part of the blame too for not working on himself and allowing it to fester and worsen as time stretches on. Covering is the only way he knows to give himself some relief.

But it's still always there. Sometimes the mark feels hot in his clothes. Every once in a while he'll roll up his sleeves, letting them breathe the not so fresh Ketterdam air, and go about his afternoon.

And when it's late in the night, after he's had one too many glasses of liquor and the feather pen he's holding shakes and makes his handwriting a little messy, he looks at them in the candlelight and they're burning against his increasingly warming and perspirating skin.

The only part of his hand that's free of a mark is his palms and the bottom of his fingers, but they feel just as clammy and hot as the rest of him, so it doesn't help much.

He knows it doesn't actually burn, but it definitely feels like it.

He's been around very few people long enough for them to make comments about it other than when he's on a job.

And that's where he currently sits now.

It's a bit of a private thing; Up in a penthouse with barely more than a hundred people attending, a gathering is taking place with multitudes of businessmen and traders from across the lands. For Kaz, and you, it's all reconnaissance work.

"My my, that's a beautiful mark you got there." The woman in front of him asked.. She was on the taller side, face covered in make up with her lips painted a bright red. "Who's the lucky winner?" A hint of desire sparks in her eyes.

He exerts a chuckle. "That would be my partner." He looks over to the right, nodding his head towards you.

You were dressed in crisp cream dress clothes, a stark contrast from the ocean of blacks and reds that differ from the colorful streets of Ketterdam. Barely any makeup was applied to you before you left, just some to cover old scars and open pores. Your lips were painted black, leaving a stain on the glass of champagne in your left with another stainless one in your right.

He watched as you chuckled with a man, his hand caressing your shoulder. You let it happen, and then moved along, saying your goodbyes.

The woman in front of him turns to look where he's staring, and shifts a little when you make your way back to sit beside him. He smiles at you, telling himself he's playing a part.

"Champagne for you, my love." You purr, handing him the one you were sipping out of.

"Thank you, dove." He picks it up, placing his lips directly on the stain you made and stares at the woman. She doesn't seem the slightest bit uncomfortable.

"You two are absolutely gorgeous together, you know that?"

You chuckle from beside him. "We have gotten that compliment before, yes. But it's never tiring to hear." She chuckles as you lean toward him in your chair, folding your arms in front of yourself with the glass still held comfortably in your fingers. "Surely you should know the same. Your wife is an incredibly lucky woman."

"Isn't she?" She agrees. "She's gone to get us some treats, but I fear she gets lost easily." She glances around, shifting again as worry creeps onto her features.

"I would suggest finding her, if only to ease your spirits. I understand the worry all too well." He smirks, averting his eyes towards you. "Ghezen knows how often I manage to lose this one."

You open your mouth, a shocked expression he notes is genuine spreads across your features. "I do not!" Your hit his arm with barely enough force to hurt, then retract it immediately.

The woman smiles and stands up, offering her goodbyes and pleasantries, and then leaves.

He waits a few moments before turning to chat with you.

"What's the status so far?"

"Can't I enjoy my champagne for a few moments?" You jest. "This place actually has the good stuff unlike your club."

He shakes his head, but keeps a smile up for the crowd. "My sincerest apologies for not ordering the highest quality of alcohol the whole of Ketterdam and Ravka has to offer to suite your tastes." He picks his own glass back up and drinks some, really analyzing the taste this time.

Its not bad, if a bit fruity for his tastes. Yet he stores the information in the files of his brain. He also notes that he's drinking from the lipstick stain. He takes another sip.

"Thank you. I appreciate it." You smile a shit eating smile, and then give him the update before he has time to respond. "Several of the traders you had your eye on are here tonight, disregarding the ones you've already talked to, however two of them couldn't make it due to abhorrent weather conditions and another fell ill with a case of the common cold and decided to stay home.

Of the few that did make it, again, disregarding the ones you have met, one wants nothing to do with other people and is making a point of staying towards the corners and eating his fill of the 'snacks' as our lovely guest called them earlier, and the others are too busy chatting up the woman to really have given a care what anybody else was saying."

He set the glass down, moving the fabric of the thin cloth glove he was wearing to take a look at his watch. Almost eleven bells.

Quickly he began to calculate the pros and cons of attempting to talk to these sexually insatiable men tonight. If they're as insistent as you say they are, walking with them could be a waste of time and resources. But if their profiles had anything to say about them, then he might be able to wiggle his way in and, upon choosing his words carefully, make at least a memorable impact before their next trip back to Ketterdam.

He was about to make a decision when your fingers ghosted over the skin of his arm. His body tensed, but gave you his attention.

"Incoming, four o' clock."

Incoming from his right, he was able to make out two figures walking towards him, their connected arms glowing.

He recognizes them as Mr. and Mrs. Belldock. They were well known for their displays of physical affection that could otherwise be seen as inappropriate. He's heard stories about them, but he's never seen them in person.

The lightshow between their bodies bounced off the glasses, creating a bit of a rainbow on the table. You hold your glass up in a feeble attempt to block it, but only end up giving your wash a colorful wash of color. It makes his heart clench.

"I'm so sorry if we're intruding, but we couldn't help but notice your mark."

Kaz sighed internally, giving a shy smile externally. "Ah, it is rather out there, isn't it?" He begins to roll his sleeves down just a bit, but Mrs. Belldock places her fingers on his shoulder and his entire body tenses.

"No no! It's beautiful. I was just wondering if you've found your Soulmate yet." She quickly retracts her hand, feeling the stiffness.

"I have." He tries a smile, feeling his lungs fill with water. "That would be my partner here."

She looks over at you, her smile only growing. She offers a hand to you. "It's nice to meet you."

You nod, offering her a thanks and shaking her hand.

"So, what's your story?"

You quirk a brow. "Story?"

"Yes!" She begins to take her seat, her husband following along. "I just love hearing people's stories about how they came to find eachother. They're never the same, always a new adventure."

He watches your face crinkle, head tilting to the side before it lights up in realization. "Ooh, how we found out we were soulmates." Mrs. Belldock nods. "It's rather funny actually, the way we came to be."

You launch into a fabricated story about his and your coming together, and Kaz can't help but watch as your hands move about, working numbers to exaggerate certain parts. There's a smile on your face, genuine as it tilts to one side. He tries not to focus on the painful aching in his heart as your story goes deeper in detail.

He can feel his mark begin to burn as it usually does while the residual water in his lungs freezes him from the inside out. It both makes the situation worse and better when he rolls his sleeves back to where they were, exposing the waves that drag along his pale skin.

It's sickening, yet he yearns to see it in motion. To watch as the arms that clutched his dead brother swim in the ocean of his Soulmates hold, of your hold.

Of all the people that have ever asked about it, you weren't among them. Aren't among them. And it's strange the way that fact hurts him a little.

Jesper has asked, Wylan has asked, Nina has asked, Matthias has asked, Inej has asked, that Ravkan king, Nikolai, has asked. All who have seen his mark has asked and have received an answer that will never satisfy them.

But you haven't. You stare and stare, memorizing it with your eyes and tracing it with your fingers in the air, even drawing it out in your sketchpad when you get really bored, but never asking.

He doesn't know whether it's out of respect or disinterest in the answer, but it makes him feel like a lovesick puppy and it gets under his skin. Because feeling like that is dangerous. It's a hook that anybody could grab onto and uproot everything he's worked towards.

And yet here he is, wanting. Wanting for more than he should no matter how much he already has, overwhelmingly aware that he's not going to get it.

As he listens to you, he wants this. Not the story you're conjuring up (which has evolved into meeting on the streets in Ravka during a circus-esque performance), not in a million years. But he wants a story. A story you can tell to others with a smile just as bright as the one you're exhibiting now, if not brighter.

He's not even a hundred percent sure you're his soulmate. But he wants you to be.

Your mark in question was a bit odd in terms of what's considered normal, and it's the main reason for his skepticism.

It's currently covered utilizing Nina's quickly improving tailoring skills. It won't last much longer, he can see your skin starting to turn oil black where the mark is if he looks closely enough.

From what he's seen, the part that's on your face resembles a cardinal compass, it's north and south faces tilted. The south face points towards the second part of your mark, which he's yet to see or even know the contents of.

The only reason he knows it's not two separate marks, meaning two separate soulmates (which isn't as rare as most would think), is because there's a line, almost like a crack, extending from the point and disappearing beyond where his eyes can follow.

His own mark isn't even separate. It cascades along his back, over his shoulder blades and encompassing a major portion of the back of his ribcage before going along each arm.

You pinched Kazs glove between your fingers, the whispers of a laugh on your lips as you look at the time on his watch.

"We should be heading out now, the nanny will be starting to get anxious."

He quirked a brow, but went along with it. "It was truly nice getting to talk with you both." He held out his hand, allowing one, two hands to squeeze his before grabbing his jacket and going to follow you out.

"I hope you and your kids have a wonderful evening!"

Kaz tripped over his own shoe at the same moment you responded with a thank you and a good evening.

Kids? Multiple? Where did kids come in? There's no way he zoned out for that long... or at all.

Fuck.

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The walk back was silent, a stark contrast to the bustling penthouse. Claws from stray dogs scratched the ground as they chased after their meal, the meal in question yowling as it clawed its way up a pipe, turning and arching its back before hissing and scurrying out of sight. His cane provided little stealth for the hungry mutts.

"I'm sorry for touching you back there." Your voice broke the air. "I just could not remember if we were supposed to be using code names or not."

That made him smile. He tried his hardest to suppress it. "Code names were not necessary tonight." He let the silence heal itself, and then broke it again. "Though I do wonder about the names of our kids though."

You chuckled beside him. "I'm sorry, I panicked! She wanted to know our story so I just thought of the first thing I could think of."

"And whose might that be?"

"My parents." A melancholy smile rested on your cheeks. "That was their story. I can remember it like its my own. They've told it to me at least a thousand times. Granted, half of those were me asking to hear it again."

'Ask.' Kaz's mind shouted at him. 'Ask them why. Ask them /why/.' His mind refused to specify the why, a gross thick kind of anxiety slowly filling his aching limbs.

You ask. You ask others, but not him.

"I agree with her in some sense." You continued. "Other people's stories are rather interesting, even if theyre of the most mundane variety. But going around and asking strangers their story just... isn't the way to go about it."

His heart raced. "I suppose you're going to tell me the correct way?"

You shrugged. "Well, that's just it. There is no correct way."

He stayed silent, allowing you to get your thoughts together. Your shoulders were bunched, not yet coming down from their earlier movement. And when they did, it was followed by an exhausted sigh.

"I used to be just like them, asking couples left and right what the story was behind their marks, what event led up to them meeting and finding out that they were a match." You kicked a rock up the street, weaving in and away from him while you followed it's path.

"And eventually, I met a man. A really sweet elderly man, and asked about his. His partner wasn't around, but the mark was just as blatant as mine is. A large cloud smack in the middle of his forehead with a pair of lips at the center. It looked interesting, I just had to know the story. And when I asked, the change was immediate. He became angry and erratic, yelling at me to leave and about how rude I was."

You wrapped your coat tighter around yourself, all traces of a smile completely gone from your face. "Later I had found out that he and his soulmate were on two different sides of a very intense family war that ended in his partner and his brother being killed. The only time the two got to connect their marks was the night before the two boys died. They met to see each other in private for the first and last time, shared a kiss, and then parted ways." You kicked the rock, watching as it plunked into the canal. "I've never asked about anyone's mark since, no matter how much I wanted to."

He allows himself to turn to look at you, not startled but completely and utterly dazed when your eyes look at him, open and blown and pleading.

'Ask.' His thoughts run again. 'Be the one to ask.'

Better yet. Allow them to ask.

"Never be afraid to ask the questions you truly wish to know." He begins. "Just prepare yourself for the consequences." He adds, feebly trying to frame it as advice over a direct invitation. He knows it doesn't work, not in the slightest.

The feeling he gets when you smile upon hearing those words... it's not like anything he's ever felt.

It's small, but your entire face holds and releases the energy you have built. All in one breathy sigh.

The whispers of loud talking and chairs moving roughly against wooden floors tickled his ears. He looked to the crooked building that is the Slat, then motioned you along to follow.

He was met with little cheers and questions when he opened the door. Some stared between him and yourself with raised brows. A few drunkenly told him they hoped the night went well and others gave him a simple welcome back. None of it mattered.

The door to his office closed as you entered in front of him, and he tried his hardest to go about his nightly routine. Just taking off his coat and hat, setting his cane on the sink and, undressing himself to give himself a wash.

But the entire time he was distinctly aware of your presence in his office. Everytime the water trickled back into the sink, piercing the air, he thought of you. Everytime the rough surface of the cloth scratched his skin, leaving a red swatch in its wake, he thought of you. Everytime he rolled his shoulders, feeling his muscles move against his bones and water bead down to his hips, he thought of you.

He could swear he lost his heart a few times.

He patted himself dry, then grabbed his cane and dirty shirt and limped to his office.

There he saw you standing, out of your dress clothes and into some of his own.

Now he really thinks he may have lost his heart. And his breathing.

He gripped his cane, leather gloves squeaking against the metal crow head. He gives himself one, two, three seconds, and then tosses his dirty clothes into the doorway of his bedroom and limps over to you.

You're seated in a chair in front of his make shift desk, playing with a ball of thin twine he used for keeping papers together. He relished in the way your eyes widened and your face no doubt heated when you realized he was bare from the waist up.

Yet you didn't stop, eyes glued to his skin.

He turned around, allowing you to look at the back.

"I never realized it was so large." He heard the chair creak.

"That would be because you've never seen the full thing."

You chuckled, his skin prickling when he felt your breath on his back. "No shit. I just thought that maybe you had two rather than one."

"I have told others in your company that it's connected."

"No, you haven't."

"I have." He thought back briefly. "Nina asked about it for third time whilst she was drunk. You were right next to her, as alert as ever, as I told her that it's one mark."

Your silence was telling.

He caught sight of you from the corner of his eye as you slowly walked around him, eyes trailing up and over his shoulders, over his collar bone, and down his arms, taking note of everything.

Marks don't necessarily have to connect, which is why theres an absense in his mark of where youre supposed to touch. They don't have to be of a certain theme or even be where your soulmate first touches you. The only constant it seems is that your mark is personal to you, yet linking somehow, in some way, with your partner- or partners. They form in response to a change that led you to meeting them.

His was rather obvious, the freezing waves of the Reapers Barge haunting his life, making him the leader and schemer he is today.

Yours had something to do with you leaving your parents, he'd reckon, and setting your course here.

But he didn't know for sure.

Something was on your mind though, he knew, as you worried your lip between your teeth.

"As much as I loved to ask others about theirs, I don't think I've ever willingly shown anyone what my mark is- my whole mark, anyway." You said, voice small and distant. "And it's not because I didn't want to, but I think the hand print on my face scared people off from asking about it for fear it would unlock some horrible backstory."

Your hands came to the bottom of the shirt, bunching it up in your hands.

"But it's not really anything like that. I hope it's not anything like that."

The shirt continued to rise until it was exposing your ribs, the rest of the mark on full display.

They were waves. Waves not necessarily identical to his but definitely similar. In the middle was a handprint. A handprint, he realized, that was very similar in shape to his own.

"I don't reckon it's anything like that either." He couldn't tear his eyes away from it. It had to be connected to him. It had to.

But he had questions. Questions that you seemed more than prepared to ask and answer yourself.

"I didn't say anything before because I didnt think youd want anything to do with it." You rolled the shirt down, but played with the hem between your fingers. "You have goals, goals that require your attention, goals I don't want to get in the way of." You hesitated, hesitated a long while, before adding, "and it's not like we could prove it with your phobia. I didn't want to get my hopes up only to have them crushed and trigger you all at once."

Your logic was sound, but still his questions felt unanswered.

"I do believe I should have a word in this since it largely involves myself."

You picked at the hem again. "Well, yeah. I guess so but..." He felt his cane move, your hand touching the beak of the crow head just inches from his own hand. "I just thought it'd be easier to not bring it up at all rather than go through the hassle of suggesting it in the first place. You're not an easy man to suggest things to. Or ask things from."

His heart beat harder at that, a twinge of guilt infecting his blood. Only for you. For anyone else he'd scoff and say "that's the point", but it hurts when it's you. He wants your suggestions. Your questions. Anything you could give him he'd take with no qualms.

"Still, I believe my point holds some merit."

You sighed. "Yeah... you're right."

"I would not mind if..." He lifted a pointer finger, just barely making contact with your own. He could hardly feel it through the leather. "If one of these days, now even... if you wanted to test it."

The moment the words were out of his mouth, his mind that was screaming for him to reach out split in two. One side continued it's begging, cheering him on. The other begged for him to retreat and sink into himself.

But you looked at him, shocked and hopeful, and the second half became just a little smaller, a little bit more manageable.

"Kaz." You breathed. "Kaz."

He pressed his finger a little harder. "I know what I want, and I know my limits. If you are willing, then I am too."

"So just to be clear you are agreeing to this of your own volition, right?" You used your hands as you talked, holding an invisible object in front of you. "You're not saying this because you feel an obligation?"

The corner of his mouth quirked up. He lifted his cane, hooking the beak in a belt loop of your pants- his pants on your body, and pulled you forward, slowly, gently.

"Yes. Completely of my own volition. No obligation."

You smiled, a delighted giggle bubbling in the air. "Then by all means, go for it."

His heart pounded against his chest so loud, so obscenely loud, he wondered if Nina could detect it from down the stairs. If she could, he was pushing any and all of his hope towards her ignoring it and moving on with her night. He clipped his cane to his own belt, leaving his hands free.

He may not be able to handle skin on skin, but he could handle this for a moment. He peeled off the leather gloves to reveal the cotton ones underneath, much thinner but still a barrier.

There were slits in them just like the leather ones, so when he finally got his hands, arms, and brain working, and touched your face, he could feel the texture of your skin running along a sliver of his finger.

It makes him want to hurl. But he keeps pushing, your mark and his glowing the faintest light. The other hand slides into position, fingers trailing up and under your shirt, and the room gets washed in a deep blue.

The color emanates from his own mark and the waves of your own. An orange color radiates from the compass on your cheek where it spins and rocks, and the waves-

The waves. They flow around his arm like a hurricane, no other course of action. If he thinks about it hard enough he can feel them ripple and move along his flesh, his back tingling like a limb just realizing it's fallen asleep.

Your face is glowing, literally. But the light that shines and bounces at you gives him a completely new appreciation for the little things.

The show lasts no more than a few moments before he pulls back, drowning and gasping for air. He feels like he's being pulled under, but there's an anchor. A stability that wasn't there before.

So he grips it, and is pulled out like a worm on a pole. Youre shoving the leather gloves back on his hands, careful to roll them a bit so your fingers don't graze his. He corrects them when two of his appendages try and fit into one slot, and then unclips his cane for security.

When he finally has his bearings, he realizes that he's just opened a floodgate.

If the marks looked like that muddled by cotton, what brilliance would they hold if he were to take the gloves off?

It's a goal. A solid goal that he could achieve one day. A goal that you could witness /with/ him.

But for now he really, really needs a shirt and some tea.

"You've still got a stain."

What? "A stain?"

"On your lips. From the champagne."

The champagne. The glass that he drank out of, purposefully placing his lips on the stain to peeve some random lady off. Stained his lips.

He looked at his desk, and grabbed a glass of whats probably days old tea and looked at his reflection. Sure enough, there was a faint yet noticeable black smudge on his bottom lip. That's why some people were staring earlier.

Huh.

"That accounts for the weird stares we received." He put the glass down, wiping at his lip with his glove.

"Probably made it worse that we immediately disappeared up here." You retrieved a shirt from his closet, handing it to him.

"Naturally."

The silence that followed was comfortable, his mind reeling at the fact that he touched someone and that someone was you.

As a child, he and Jordie used to wonder what their soulmate was like. At the time Kaz hadn't received his mark, only about eight or nine, but Jordie had his.

One day he woke up and it appeared. It wasn't until hours later that Kaz noticed it had formed on him, the sweat drenching the shirt his brother was wearing, making the oily black tattoo stand out. It was a flock of cardinals all escaping from a central point on his lower back, the point itself being the pads of four fingers.

He thinks, it was a thought Jordie had before he went to bed that made it appear. Opportunity. Freedom.

Soulmate Marks form as a stepping stone. A reassurance you're going in the right direction.

Right now, Kaz can forgive Jordie, if only for a moment, as his mark feels lighter.

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Whumptober Day 5: Roman Sionis x F!Reader

Main Master List || Whumptober Master List

Day 5: Hostage/Kidnapping/Held at Gunpoint

Summary: With reader now being known as Roman Sionis’s girlfriend, she becomes an easy target.

WARNINGS: 18+ Graphic depiction of physical assault, graphic mention of blood/bruises/swelling, gang violence, mention of drugs, reader didn't know that Sions runs a mob, graphic depiction of murder, gun usage, slight PTSD

The room is cold and dark. You don’t know where you are but you definitely know that you’re not back at home. Home. A place where you were ripped away from without anyone knowing. A harsh hand slaps across your face, causing your head to whip to the side. “I’m going to ask you this one more time, where is Sionis keeping his supply.” You let out a whimper as the man you don’t know grips onto your face, squishing your already aching face in between his short, fat fingers.

“I told you, I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Another slap lands across your face as you spit out some blood.

“So you’re meaning to tell me that Sionis’s little pet doesn’t know where he’s storing the drugs?” The man snarls as your eyes widen. Drugs? What on earth is he talking about? Sure, Roman is a bit… eccentric, but he wouldn’t be dealing drugs. Would he?

“What drugs?” You cry out, the rope binding your arms to the chair rubbing your skin raw as the man backs up, looking you over.

“Do you seriously not know that your lover is a crime boss?” He laughs as the others around you also laugh, confusion among other feelings predominating your emotions.

“He owns a club. That’s all he does.” You try to defend but something tells you that even you don’t believe it.

“Oh you sweet, sweet child. You really don’t have a clue. Roman Sionis owns a club, it’s true. But he is also one of the crime lords supplying Gotham with its drug problem.”

“No, you’re wrong.” Tears well in your eyes as your brain starts putting the pieces together. The random stains in some of his clothes. The faint smell of gunpowder. The random screams you hear. His off-putting behavior. It all makes sense now. Sensing your revelation, the man motions to two of the guys behind you.

“Take her away.”

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“Roman.” Zsasz walks in, a packet in his hands as Roman looks up from his desk, hair messy and still in his pajamas.

“What is it? Did you find her?” He walks around the desk towards his right hand man. The first few hours of your disappearance Roman has just thought that you finally decided to leave him and he threw a rage fit. He really only calmed down when Zsasz pointed out the fact that all of your stuff is still in the apartment and nothing was missing, only you. Which led to the conclusion that you have been taken. In which Roman quickly mobilized his men to try and hunt you down.

Handing Roman the file, Zsasz quickly steps away, knowing that Roman would likely throw another fit once he sees the contents. Opening the file, he pulls out the photos and he sees red. One photo is you in a chair, tied to the posts. Another photo is more of a close up where he sees the rope cutting into your skin. The last photo is another close up, but this time of your face. Bruises and swelling around your eyes, beaten cheeks, bruised, swollen, bloody lips and it makes his blood boil.

“What do you want to do boss?” Roman looks up and Zsasz’s eyes widen. Sure he’s seen Roman angry, but the calmness on Roman’s face even has Zsasz intimated.

“Gather everyone.”

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The sound of gunfire stirs you out of your unconsciousness and causes you to jump, only to be met with resistance. Men shouting orders and profanities barely contrast to the amount of gun fire being shed. You begin to cry, terrified of what’s going on. You try to get out of the binds but it’s only rubbing against your already broken skin. After a few minutes the gunfire stops, shoes clicking against the floor and you can hear a gun cock.

“No. Please. No. No.” A voice begs as the footsteps stop.

“Where is she?” The voice sounds vaguely familiar but it also sounds muffled, like there’s a mask covering the voice.

“She’s in there!” Your eyes widen as you realize that they’re talking about you. Full out crying, you’re trying to loosen the rope as much as possible but it doesn’t budge.

“Thank you for your cooperation.” A single gunshot rings out and you let out a sob, shutting your eyes and silently praying that whoever just murdered that person is not here to murder you. “Open it.” The door creaks open as feet rush in, one coming directly towards you.

“Please don’t hurt me. I’m innocent. I didn’t do anything.” You beg, tears falling down your face as you turn away.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay. I’m here. Roman’s here.” Your eyes slowly open as much as they can as you turn your head towards the voice.

“Roman? What are you doing here?” He shushes you as you feel your hands become free, the rope that was once holding you back now gone as you surge into Roman’s arms. “Oh Roman, it was so terrible. They said terrible things. They said that you run a gang and that you’re storing drugs?” His silence is deafening and you realize that the person who had you captured was right. “He was right, wasn’t he?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he dismisses your claim but you know.

“I can’t believe you. Why would you do that?”

“Look baby, we can talk about this later, but we need to get you some medical care. Kay?” You begrudgingly decide to let it go, letting Roman help you out of the chair. He motions for Zsasz and another henchmen to help you but you jerk away from them and into Roman. “You guys go away,” Roman motions for them to leave and as they do, Roman sweeps you up into his arms, knowing that you probably won’t like the fact that the floors are littered with bodies. “Just focus on me, okay. I’m going to get you out of here and we’ll talk.”

“Promise?” You lay your head into his shoulder as he struggles not to gag at the fact that your blood is getting on his Gucci suit.

“I promise.”

#roman sionis x you #whumptober 2023 #whumptober #lacontroller1991 #Ewan mcgregor #harley quinn and the birds of prey #harley quinn movie #reader insert #female reader #roman Sions x reader #black mask

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dearcat1 · 1 year

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Part 11 of Unfortunate Surprises

🔞🔞🔞CW: Smut🔞🔞🔞

Xanxus's ass is on fire. It's on fire and they haven't even started with the rulers. He whimpers, low in his throat. The assassin feels like his ass is radiating heat and he's so messy with slick it's obscene. Xanxus can't even help the way he's squeezing the plug in his ass or the way he squirms and makes the bells jingle. His alpha hums, fingers trailing over Xanxus's folds. Xanxus arches his back a little more, hoping for a knot even when he knows he won't get one. His alpha chuckles, setting the new paddle down. "I think we'll come back to the rest. Let's start with the rulers." It gives Xanxus a little bit of a break, enough so that he doesn't think twice when his alpha guides him to spread his legs. They snap closed when the ruler lands between them. Xanxus squeals, all but flinching off his alpha's lap and panting desperately when he realizes what Tsunayoshi has planned.

Tsunayoshi just arches a brow at him when Xanxus stares at him incredulously. It makes Xanxus scramble back into position, legs reluctantly falling open. "Sir?"

"You're doing great, sweetheart. Good job." The alpha sets the ruler aside. "We're keeping this one."

He figured. Xanxus breathes carefully, not even listening as the alphas talk. The next slap makes him squeal just as loudly, body trembling but he manages to keep his legs spread. Fuck. It hurts. And his instincts are messing with him. Xanxus wants to be cuddled and shown he's been good but a part of his brain wants his alpha to force Xanxus's submission a little further. That part wants the plug out and replaced with Tsunayoshi's knot, wants the alpha to make him squeal and whine and cry on that thing. It's the primal side of him that's usually around only during heats, the part of him that wants his alpha to wrestle him head down and ass up. It's the omega hindbrain insisting that he wants an alpha that can make him present and force Xanxus to take it. And Tsunayoshi can, Tsunayoshi has.

When the alpha takes the plug out, Xanxus thinks, for a moment, that he's going to get what he wants. Witness be damned, Xanxus doesn't care about his self-consciousness at this point. But Tsunayoshi shoves the knotting toy inside Xanxus instead, forcing Xanxus's asshole to stretch around the silicone. It takes the omega a second to realize that the long whine is his but it's not like he has the self-control to stop it anyway. Tsunayoshi chuckles, spreads his omega's legs a little wider and grabs for the next ruler. "Breathe, lovely."

Doing as told, Xanxus arches his back the way he knows Tsunayoshi likes. "Sir? Please?"

"One more and we'll leave the rest for tomorrow." Tsunayoshi waits until Xanxus nods before delivering the last slap to Xanxus's pussy. He makes it count too.

Xanxus sobs, fingers tightening desperately on the couch. Tsunayoshi ignores that for now, setting the ruler aside before guiding Xanxus to kneel between his legs. It gets him a pliant omega between his knees. Xanxus's eyes are red-rimmed and tears are drying on his cheeks, but the omega stays in place, hands clinging to Tsunayoshi's leg. The alpha chuckles, curling his hand on messy dark hair. "We'll buy these ones for now. We'll check the rest tomorrow."

Felix doesn't answer quickly, he just stares at Tsunayoshi's omega for a moment longer. He's halfway sympathetic but more than a little turned on. Tsunayoshi clears his throat and the other alpha flinches into attention. "Right. Sure. Do I come back tomorrow or do I leave them here?"

Tsunayoshi cups Xanxus's cheek, pressing one finger into his mouth for the omega to suckle on. "Leave them here. I think I want to take my time trying them."

The other alpha winces but nods. "Sure thing, man. Just let me know."

#khr #katekyo hitman reborn #xanxus #sawada tsunayoshi #x27 #sawada tsunayoshi/xanxus #a/b/o #unfortunate surprises au

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dreamsclock · 2 years

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i am so excited for the people to properly meet c!fizz and c!aeri i think they will love how healthy and not at all messy their relationship is :D

the sun smp is full of normal and healthy relationships like c!fizz and c!aeri (<- affirmation)! we have the same brain and i figured i should write a little something something about our two characters here :] enjoy if you read this!!

there are about aeri and i’s characters on the sun smp, which is streamed live on twitch and is a roleplay server ft. loads of my friends!! you should check it out if you haven’t heard it it :D

“I want a family,” Fizz says tonelessly, staring out over the server — his server, Aeri corrects herself absently, wings humming softly in the soft morning sun, it’s his server, “and a place to call home.”

He looks almost peaceful in the community garden, if it hadn’t been for his brows, furrowed in thought, and the armour. Fizz has taken to wearing less armour around her recently, and she doesn’t know why it makes her feel so uneasy: he’s trusting her, that’s a good thing, isn’t it? She supposes, with a sting of dismay, that he’s also decided she’s not a threat.

Well. That’s a good thing. Aeri has no intention of causing violence on this server.

(It’s not just Fizz that wants a home.)

“It’s why we’ve got the community house, right?” She says hesitantly, watching the boy’s eyes drag themselves over to her and landing on her with a sharp edge. The words feel clumsy in her mouth. “We’ve… got a home. A family, here.”

Her. Fizz. Val. Crispy and Ry and Sunny and Stets, and every other person since that’s joined. Even Rupert— no matter how much Fizz dislikes the Enderman living in their house— is part of the family, their family. It doesn’t matter how dysfunctional, how tense, how uncertain everything is. They’re family now, in a sense, and Aeri aches to keep them clutched tight to her chest, doesn’t want to feel the loneliness that comes with being the only one in the community home at nights.

Well. Her eyes dart back to Fizz. He’s usually there too. No matter how often he leaves, when night falls and his sun disappears, he always finds his way back to the community home.

To home.

“I wouldn’t go that far,” Fizz says, more than a little cynical, biting deep into a golden apple like he has stacks to spare, “family. It’s not— we’re not— None of this is family. Not yet. We’ve got a long way to go before it’s family.”

And when Fizz says we, Aeri knows sun means you. She doesn’t protest, doesn’t even bat an eyelid: she thinks she’s beginning to understand the server owner’s mind, little by little. She knows this, at least. It’s routine.

So she smiles faintly, looks out across the hills and forests. Birch trees stretch out branches in hello, birds sing a sleepy song, and Aeri’s smile grows a little more genuine.

“I know. But we’re getting there. We’ll get there. And…” She pauses, letting the words roll around in her mouth for a second. “And you’ve got me to keep things peaceful. That’s enough, right?”

Fizz looks at her then, really looks at her. And Aeri doesn’t feel enough — she never has, and the way Fizz appraises her doesn’t help her self esteem in the slightest — but she’s done fine so far. She’s kept the peace. She’s made people happy. She’s created a home, not just for her, but for everyone on the server.

(Except Nighty, who runs as fast as they can in the opposite direction, away from Home, away from Fizz. Except Dr3, the earthen god who lives so far underground even Fizz can’t reach them.)

(Aeri tries to ignore the loose ends. She doesn’t talk of Nighty. She remains respectful of Dr3. She can’t think about the loose ends pulling her woven tapestry apart.)

There are no wars, no battles, no rivalries. The only enemy of the server has fled along with their pet. Everything else is as normal as a server can get. And it’s early days, of course. Any day now, something awful could happen and destroy everything. She’s not a fighter, she’s not a defender. If the home falls, she can’t stop it.

But she’s determined to keep the community home a place of peace. She’s determined to keep the whole server a place of peace. And Fizz’s eyes find that when he gazes at her, and for the first time, it’s Fizz that looks away first, nodding in something resembling satisfaction.

“I think you’ll do,” he says, and Aeri feels warm pride blossom in her chest. “You’ll do.”

You’ll do.

It’s enough to ignore the prickle of anxiety that rises with it.

You’ll do.

She hopes she will.

#> sunsmp posting #> aeri tag #> goldeneyed (c!fizz)#> silverwings (c!aeri)#DONT MIND MY MEDIOCRE TAGS #sunsmp #sun smp

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ghostiishifts · 2 years

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Maze Runner DR snippets

Tw: death, injury, scary stuff

Newt: Do you even have a brain?

Me: Oh so now you’ve resulted to insulting me? Are you kidding me?

Newt: It’s a genuine question, Finn.

Me: All because I slept in Gally’s tent?

Newt: Precisely.

Me: Nothing happened! I simply was too drunk to function last night and he was sweet enough to take care of me.

Newt: This is Gally we’re talking about.

Me: Gally isn’t always an asshole.

Thomas: I’m so lost.

Newt: Our one agreement since she got here was to not fall in love with anyone.

Me: I am NOT in love.

Thomas: Why?

Newt: She is the only girl, it would get kinda messy if she went around sleeping with everyone.

Me: I DIDNT SLEEP WITH ANYONE!!

Newt: You’re a dunce. Do you not realize how many guys saw you in his tent with him? The rumours have already started, Finn. It’s bad enough he has that nickname for you, now you’ve been caught in his tent past bed time.

Me: I really think you’re overreacting.

Thomas: I’m actually with her on this one.

Newt: Greenie, stay outta this.

Thomas: Note taken. Sorry.

Me: Look I would love to stay here and be ridiculed for something I didn’t even do, but I have to meet Minho. Runners need me.

Newt: Isn’t it just you, Minho and Alby running today?

Me: Yep.

Newt: Be careful please.

Me: Newt, nothing ever happens to us during the day. I’ll be fine.

Newt: I just have a bad feeling about today.

Me: I’ll be fine.

*struggling to hold Alby on my shoulder with Minho*

Me: We’re so close to the turn *out of breath*

Minho: Just stay focused, we are running out of time.

*we round the corner, hearing the group scream for us to hurry up*

*the doors start to shift*

Me: Minho..

Minho: Just drop his arm and go, get out of the maze Finn

Me: I’m not leaving you behind

Minho: Gally would kill me if I didn’t get you out of the maze.

*i pause, i can hear Gally over the whole crowd screaming for me to run*

*i shake my head*

Me: Cmon its not that much further

*we keep pushing, watch the doors start to close*

*before the close, we watch Thomas barrel through the small gap*

*we drop Alby and slide down the wall, I drop my head in my hands*

*i can faintly hear Gally on the other side of the wall screaming for me*

Minho: Great job Greenie, now you’re dead too.

Thomas: Dead?

Me: No one survives the night in the maze.

Minho: The grievers will eat you alive.

*I shiver, not how i wanted to go out*

Thomas: Cmon lets get Alby in a safe place.

Minho: There is no safe place.

*Thomas points to the moss and ivy on the wall across from us*

Me: Worth a shot I guess.

*We start heaving Alby up the ivy laced wall*

*a growling from around the corner makes Minho stop and look*

Me: Minho, focus.

Thomas: Just a little farther.

Minho: Sorry guys.

*he lets go and runs, making the weight of Alby snatch Thomas and I into the wall*

*Thomas’ foot finds a nook at the bottom of the wall and he snatches me down to the ground and into the nook*

Me: What the he-

*he slaps his hand over my mouth just as the griever rounds the corner, and with his other hand he tightly grips me and holds me as close to himself as possible*

*he holds his breath and switches his left hand from around my waist to over my eyes, preventing me from seeing what he was seeing*

*once the griever had passed, he pushes me to the back of the nook and peeks out first*

Thomas: *whispering* Alright its clear. *he offers me his hand and helps me to my feet*

Me: *whispering* We need to find Minho.

Thomas: He can’t be too far, right?

*a drop of ooze lands on my shoulder, making us both look up*

*Thomas slams a hand over my mouth before I could scream, my eyes focusing on the griever*

*he slowly begins backing us away, hoping it hasn’t noticed us yet*

*the griever lets out a roar, making Thomas abort the sneaking and yank me into a run*

Thomas: GO!GO!

Me: *abandoning the silent search idea completely I start screaming* MINHO! MINHO!

*trying to lure the griever into a section of the maze that closes off soon*

Me: Come on you scary bitch! Come get me!!

Minho: Finn, I don’t like this plan. What if you die!?

Me: I’m not goin to d-

*suddenly a fleshy metal leg smacks me in the torso so hard it knocks the air out of me and sends me flying*

*I hit the maze wall so hard that I lose consciousness*

*I jolt awake inside the medical hut, Thomas and Gally both standing over me with worried looks on their faces*

Gally: You better be thankful she’s alive, Greenie.

Thomas: Don’t try to act intimidating now, Gally. You’ve been pacing this room almost in tears since we got her in here.

Gally: Do you know how absolutely terrifying it is to see her being carried out of the Maze? I thought she was dead or stung.

Thomas: She isn’t either of those, you’re welcome.

Me: *hoarsely* Can you two shut up.

Thomas: *now looking at me* Hey there spitfire, how you feelin?

*Gally glares at him and I roll my eyes*

Me: My head is pounding and I feel like I got beat up.

Thomas: That Griever smacked you into the wall like a ragdoll.

Me: Minho was right, next time we use a sturdier person for bait.

Gally: BAIT!?

Thomas: *to Gally* We killed a griever, just shut up.

Me: *throwing my legs over the side of the bed closer to Thomas* Speaking of which, we need to go dissect that thing.

Thomas: *putting his hands on my shoulders to stop me from standing* You need to rest, that hit was brutal and they need to check for broken bones.

Me: They can check me later. We have things to do.

Gally: Lay down Bug. Please.

*I flinch, my whole fear last night was Gally’s reaction to staying with Minho and getting stuck in the maze*

*I give Thomas a quick, halfhearted attempt of persuasive puppy eyes*

Thomas: We just want to make sure you’re okay, please. For our sake of minds.

Me: *with a sigh of defeat and a small whine* Fine.

*Gally quickly moves to help me lay back down on the cot, and I wince at the movements. The sudden realization that I do in-fact have at least one broken bone made itself clear by the pain washing over me with every breath I take*

Gally: *after Thomas leaves to find Minho* What were you thinking?!

Me: *wincing in pain* please Gally, I don’t want to hear about your disappointment.

Gally: *sadly* I wasn’t disappointed, I was scared. No one knew if you were going to be there when those walls opened. I really thought that seeing you help carry Alby was going to be the last time I saw you.

Me: Gally…

Gally: I’m sorry, Buggy. I’m so happy you’re alive.

*All i can manage between painful breaths is a comforting hand ontop of his, so I rest my hand over his and try to offer a small smile*

Gally: Get some rest Bug, I’ll be back with some food okay?

*i just nod*

*I hear the weird siren while trying to stand up, so I quickly rush to my feet and painfully head out of the hut*

*I grab Chuck’s arm and stop him*

Me: What’s going on?

Chuck: The walls aren’t closing, and it’s getting dark.

*as soon as the words left his mouth, the walls to the East, North, and West begin to open up*

Me: What is happening?

*Gally comes running to us*

Me: Gally, what does this mean?

Gally: It’s going to be a scary night.

Chuck: I’m going to find Thomas and Newt.

Me: Gally?

*Gally is looking around wildly, probably calculating hiding spots*

*I reach out and touch his arm, making him jolt back into reality*

Me: Gally?

Gally: Can you run?

*I just shake my head*

*he rubs his face with both hands*

Me: *in a barely audible whisper* I’m scared.

*Thomas, Minho, Frypan, and Newt come running to us*

Thomas: Newt and Fry grab Alby. Minho go find Teresa.

*the boys all split*

Thomas: Gally, come on we gotta get everyon-

*Sudden horrible screams break him off and we watch as someone gets snatched out of the corn by a metallic fleshy tail*

*Thomas doesn’t hesitate, without a second beat he grabs me and picks me up, turning to Gally*

Thomas: GALLY GO!

*before I could make sure he was moving, thomas was off, running towards the main hut where we held meetings*

Me: Thomas..

Thomas: He’s fine, he ran. I heard him.

Me: Your running is hurting my ribs

Thomas: *setting me down* Come on, we gotta get inside.

*after making sure everything was clear we all step outside, taking in burning huts and bodies*

Thomas: how many were there?

Minho: Sorry forgot to count while trying to stay alive.

Me: Enough to wipe out half the glade in three hours.

Newt: *point to three people headed out way* Look!

Me: *suddenly desperate* Gally!?

*as they keep coming closer, I recognize their faces and immediately get relieved to see Gally*

*I start to close distance in hopes of him also being relieved I’m okay, but he walks right past me and up to thomas*

Thomas: Gally w-

*Gally swings on Thomas, knocking him to the ground*

*A quick scream leaves my mouth and I grab Gally’s arm*

Gally: *to thomas* THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT. YOU HEARD WHAT ALBY SAID, YOURE ONE OF THEM.

Me: Gally please!

*Newt yells out and I turn to see Thomas collapsed, Griever stinger stabbed into his leg*

*I stand in shock while Gally whispers something to the two guys he came up with, and I watch as Willy and Zeke grab Teresa and Thomas and drag them to the pit*

*Once a good distance away Gally turns me to face him, grabbing my face in his hands he starts gently looking me over*

Gally: *snatching me into a hug* I’m so happy you’re okay. I’m sorry I froze.

Me: Its okay Gally. I’m just happy you’re alive.

*Without hesitation Gally kisses my forehead, then turns and works to get everyone gathered for a meeting*

Gally: If you really believe Thomas has found a way out, then you are to leave with him tonight. Those who think he is trustworthy, are not welcome here!

Newt: *in a whisper in my ear* Whats the move?

Me: *whispering back sadly* It isn’t safe here, leaving is our only chance.

*Newt nods to Minho and slowly starts backing out of the crowd, his hand gripping my wrist and pulling me with him*

*Once clear from the crowd we head to the pit, Minho and Chuck right behind us followed by Frypan.*

Newt: Are you okay?

Me: I just never thought he’d act like this.

Newt: The Glade is all he knows, he’s just scared.

Me: We all are.

*We all sit outside the pit door, waiting for Thomas to wake up*

*in the lab, trying to figure out where to go from here*

Me: I hope the ones who chose to stay are all okay.

Thomas: They can handle themselves.

Newt: *Elbowing Thomas* Im sure Gally is fine Finn.

Thomas: Oh, yeah. He’s fine Finny.

Gally: *from behind us* You shouldve never left the maze.

*we all spin around, my body flooded with excitement*

Me: Gally!!

*Newt and Teresa grab my shoulders before I could move*

Teresa: He’s been stung.

Me: Gally?

Gally: We weren’t meant to leave the maze, Thomas. We belong to the maze.

*Gally raised a gun, aiming for Thomas*

Thomas: Gally, we can get you help. Just put the gun down.

Gally: This is all your fault.

Me: Gally please, just put the gun down.

Gally: I belong to the maze.

*a single gunshot rings out, and Minho throws a spear into Gally’s chest*

*I scream*

Thomas: Chuck?!

*I look between Chuck, who is now on the floor, and Gally. My body frozen in fear*

Thomas: No no no. Chuck stay with me.

*I shake my head, trying to gain control of myself. I turn and drop to my knees, crawling the short distance to Gally*

Me: Gally *I start to cry* we couldve helped you.

*I touch his face, breathing heavily. I lean down and rest my head against his cheek*

*i hear the group yelling at Thomas and I, but I shut it out. Until I feel four rough hands grab me and yank me off of Gally*

*I scream and fight, kicking and flailing, trying to get their grip to loosen so I can run back to Gally. Their grips never falter, and they drag me outside towards a helicopter*

*They throw me inside, thomas right behind me, and close the doors behind us. Thomas sits next to me, his face blank and his eyes glossy. I feel his hand grip mine and I look down at it, my whole body numb except for the hand he gripped on to*

*He turns his face towards me, his eyes still glossy but his face no longer blank*

Thomas: *in a whisper to me* I’m sorry Finny, I know you loved him.

*and with that one sentence it all felt too real, he really was gone and I didn’t even get to tell him how I felt. The sobs come back, raking my body roughly as if trying to shake me out of this reality*

*I push the urge to shift back home away, knowing that even if I shift back I would still feel the grief and pain*

*Once the helicopter lands, I wake up and lift my head off of Thomas’ shoulder*

*I shake him gently, trying to wake him too. He startles awake and grabs my arm tightly, looking around frantically before letting me go*

Soldier 1: We need to go. Now.

Soldier 2: Everybody up! We don’t have much time!

*In a panic Thomas grabs my wrist, dragging me behind him as the group runs towards the entrance of the building that stood in front of us*

*Once inside the large steel door closes behind us and we stand in front of a man in a white lab coat*

Janson: Hello, I’m Janson. Welcome to your new home. I’m aware you escaped a maze?

Newt: Yeah

Janson: WICKED is probably searching high and low for you. They won’t be able to find you here, you’re safe.

Thomas: Where exactly is “here”?

Janson: An outpost in the middle of the Scorch. We save kids from the mazes and take them where WICKED will never find them again.

Me: *to thomas under my breath* this feels wrong.

Thomas: *squeezing my hand* How do we know you aren’t with WICKED?

Janson: Come, I bet you would love fresh clean clothes and a shower.

Minho: A shower?!

Newt: I could go for a nice wash.

Janson: Ladies, you two will be coming with me to a separate bathroom.

*As we stop in front of the bathroom meant for the boys to shower, Thomas stops Janson*

Thomas: Where are you taking them?

Janson: *pointing to an open door down the hall* To the other bathroom, so they can have some privacy while they shower.

Thomas: *narrowing his eyes* I think we should all stick together.

Janson: Nonsense, they’re ladies. They deserve some privacy while showering.

Teresa: Thomas, its fine.

Thomas: If they aren’t right here when we get out I-

Janson: Thomas, please. You all are safe here. They will be reunited with you after the showers.

*Newt ruffles my hair quickly before going into the shower room excited, and Thomas touches my arm gently*

Thomas: Keep your eyes peeled*in a whisper*

*I nod to him and follow Teresa and Janson down the hall*

*After our showers, we are reunited in the hallway*

Janson: You all look much better, now lets get you up to the lab to run some tests and give you the vitamins you’ve been deprived of.

Thomas: Lab?

Janson: Strictly for health reasons. No experimenting is ever done on our children. We aren’t like WICKED.

*We follow Janson through the maze of hallways to the lab, where we are all told to sit on different beds*

*Teresa and I are sat at the very end, where the beds are surrounded by curtains*

*I fidget nervously, realizing just how far away my cot is from Newt and Thomas*

*A lady doctor comes up to my bed and closes the curtains behind her, and I can hear Thomas asking questions and fighting with the doctors around him about what they’re doing*

*After a quick exam to check my body over, she opens the curtain back up and makes her way to Teresa*

*a nurse comes to me and helps me up, taking me to a chair and explaining to me that they’ll be taking a few vials of blood and giving me a few shots of vitamins*

*I hesitate when she grabs my arm, looking around for Thomas or Newt*

Nurse: Theyre already done with the boys, theyll be right outside waiting for you.

Me: I’m sorry I don’t feel comfortable with this.

Nurse: It’ll be quick. Just close your eyes and relax.

*once done I’m escorted into the hall alone*

Thomas: Where’s Teresa?

Nurse: She needs a few more tests ran due to an abnormality me caught. She will be reunited with you all later tonight.

*Thomas quickly looks me over and sighs*

Newt: Thomas, theyre not going to hurt us. They said we’re safe here.

Thomas: Something feels off about these people.

Newt: You’re overreacting.

Janson: Alright Thomas, I need you to come with me. The rest of you will be shown the way to the dining hall.

Thomas: Why just me?

Janson: I just have some questions to ask you privately.

Thomas: *turning to Newt and whispering* Keep her close to you. I don’t trust these people.

Newt: Th-

*Thomas walks off, following Janson*

Me: I agree it all feels weird.

Newt: All we have known is the maze, everything is going to feel weird. Don’t let him make you doubt this place.

*I nod, following the group down the hall*

*I lag behind, watching over my shoulder. I can still hear the echo of the gunshot and an echo of my scream in my ears. Probably PTSD, but I can’t risk not seeing a threat come up from behind*

*in our bunks for the night, I toss and turn. I can’t sleep, every time I close my eyes I see the whole scene play out in front of me on a loop*

*I hear thomas whispering to someone so I sit up, catching a glimpse of him crawling under his bunk*

Me: Thomas?

*he stops and looks over his shoulder*

Thomas: I will be right back, stay here.

Me: Where are you going?

Thomas: I dont know. Just stay here.

*I get up and sit on his bunk, waiting for him to return*

*a gentle hand shakes my shoulder and I startle awake, my eyes focusing in the dark on Thomas’ blurry face*

Thomas: Everything okay?

Me: Where did you go?

Thomas: I’m collecting information on this place. I’ll explain when everyone wakes up.

Me: Are they bad?

Thomas: I think so.

*I shiver, thinking about what they could be doing to the kids they call on every day*

Thomas: Are you okay?

*I shake my head*

Thomas: *sitting down next to me and leaning his back on the wall* I’m sorry Finny.

Me: *trying to crack a smile* When did you come up with that?

Thomas: I dunno, it just came out when we were on the helicopter. Kinda like the sound of it.

Me: *suddenly on the verge of tears* I knew people would die when we were finding the exit, I just wasn’t expecting that magnitude.

Thomas: I’m just happy you weren’t one of the ones we lost.

Me: *starting to cry* I lost Gally.

Thomas: *flinches* We both lost someone we weren’t ready to lose.

Me: *fully sobbing* I’m sorry I sound insensitive.

Thomas: *pulling me into his chest* You don’t. We’re both processing what happened differently.

*I cry softly into his chest until I pass out*

*after being thrown into our bunker after Thomas tried to fight a guard*

Newt: What the hell?!

Thomas: I’m finding out what’s behind that door!

Newt: You’re insane!

*the vent grate goes flying from under the bed and Aris pops his head out*

Aris: Got it?

Thomas: *pulling out a keycard from his pocket* Got it. Lets go.

*Before he climbs under his bunk he stops, and looks at all of us*

Thomas: Cover for me. I’ll be back. I need to know.

Newt: You’re being ridiculous Thomas.

Thomas: Just cover for me. *he locks eyes with me and goes to say something but shakes his head and heads under his bunk into the vent*

Newt: *now looking at me* Now that he’s gone, are you going to spill what is going on between you two?

Frypan: I’m glad I’m not the only one that noticed.

Minho: I’m blind but I want to know.

Me: *suddenly overwhelmed* I don’t know what you mean.

Newt: The lies.

Winston: Just spill it.

Me: Theres nothing going on.

Newt: Ever since we got here his focus has switched from Teresa to you. There’s something happening.

Me: We both lost someone in the WICKED lab, maybe its just bonding?

Frypan: I don’t believe that one bit. I woke up this morning to you sleeping in his bunk.

Newt: AND YOU DIDNT SAY ANYTHING EARLIER?!

Frypan: We were planning on asking them so i was holding it as a surprise.

Me: *completely baffled* I… we… he went into the vents last night and I waited up for him…

Frypan: Looked more like you two were cuddling.

Me: *stuttering* No. no.

Newt: Just spill the feelings Finnley.

*I groan, plopping down on the bunk adjacent to the Thomas’*

Me: I’m not feeling anything right now. I just lost Gally. The only thing I know is that he understands somewhat how it feels because he lost Chuck.

Newt: *sitting next to me* So no feelings?

Me: I dont feel anything. I’m grieving.

*Thomas comes back and starts trying to shove us into the vent*

Thomas: We need to leave now. They’re coming for us.

Newt: What did you see?!

Thomas: THEYRE WICKED JUST GET IN THE VENT. WE NEED TO LEAVE.

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retrievablememories · 2 years

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pink | haechan (m)

pairing: haechan x black reader genre: smut, pwp word count: 1.3k warnings: intercrural sex, messy cumshot, a tiny bit of spanking, use of lube, dirty talk a/n: so, i guess this is me admitting that i’ll probably start writing smut for ‘00 line now? (requests are still closed tho)

i’ve been struggling to write anything for over a month now so idc if this gets 6 notes as long as i can rest knowing my brain isn’t broken 🥲

“so pretty.” haechan’s hand makes its way over your hip, gliding up under your pink panties and up to your waist. you can’t see him from where he stands behind you, but the touch of his hand makes you shift slightly, already anticipating what’s coming.

he grips your hip tighter and tugs you closer to him, making your back hit his front; you can already feel him hard against your ass through his underwear.

“lean forward.”

you do so, placing your elbows on the desk in front of you so that you’re bending over now, your ass presented to him. he grabs a cheek and laughs, because it’s him and he just can’t resist, and you jump at the light smack he lands on it.

you wait silently with heavy breaths as he runs his hands over your ass, feeling the curves of it against both of his palms, his fingers occasionally sneaking between your legs to rub at your heat and draw a pleasured noise out of you.

after a what feels like minutes of this, he finally takes the lube from where it’s sitting on the desk and spreads it over his fingers. he slides those same fingers between your thighs then, and your muscles tense up slightly at the coolness of the lube against your skin. haechan coos something to you, something you don’t quite make out with the lowness of his tone, and his hand drifts a little higher to brush over your clit, drawing some looping shape on it.

“they’ve gotten all see-through now,” haechan remarks, wholly amused by this. as if to prove his point, he draws his index finger over both of your lower lips before coming back to your clit again, circling it with only the very tip of his digit. it almost tickles, but it causes a warm whirlpool in your stomach, too. unexpectedly, he pulls the seat of your underwear away from you and lets it smack wetly against your pussy, making your legs shiver a bit.

when haechan’s satisfied with how he’s prepared you with the lube, he pulls away and slides his hand over his dick, letting out a pleasured noise. you don’t even know when he got his dick out, but you want it, and knowing he’s teasing you with his moans as he pumps himself—sounding more breathy and desperate than he really needs to be—makes you want to knock his hand away and back yourself up onto him so he can just do it already. the sound of his hand on his cock, sticky with lube, makes your clit swell and your center grow wetter.

“donghyuck...” you whisper, trying to keep the edge out of your voice, “if you don’t do something else soon, you’re just gonna end up cumming on my ass.”

“maybe i should,” he says mockingly, and taps his dick against your ass cheek, leaving a wet imprint behind. then he slides it between both of your cheeks, and you can’t help the gasp you release when the head of his cock prods at your other hole. “you’d look so sexy covered in my cum, ass up high for me, your cute lingerie all ruined...”

“and what would i get out of it, other than being a pretty little doll for you?” you say sarcastically, wiggling your ass against him to goad him into action.

haechan chuckles. “isn’t that exactly what you want?”

you roll your eyes but say nothing to that because he’s kind of right.

but finally, he indulges you and positions his cock so he can slide it between the tight space of your thighs, pressing your legs together a bit more to get you as tight as possible for him. the smooth glide of his shaft against your clit, helped by the lube and how wet you’re also becoming, makes you arch to get closer.

“oh,” he says, “that was good.”

he forms a good rhythm for you both, thrusting between your thighs in a way that has his length dragging continually across your clit, and the slick sensation makes you bow your head on the desk and sigh raggedly, soft moans dropping from your lips every so often. it feels different to have him between your thighs instead of inside you, but it’s a nice kind of different.

you shudder every time the ridge of his cockhead catches against your clit when he pulls back. his hands remain tight on your hips, guiding your lower half and fucking you back onto him the way he likes; you don’t have to do much, which you really don’t mind.

“do you want more? ‘cause i do,” he says, ending the sentence with a grunt as he gives a particularly hard thrust between your legs. then his hands leave your hips to slide your panties down. he momentarily separates his cock from you to do so, and you complain immediately.

you look back around at him for the first time since this started. “hey, you said—”

“i know, that’s not what i’m doing. you protest so much, princess,” he says, and slaps your ass once again, “and can still never get enough of my dick.”

with your underwear around your lower thighs, you’re now exposed to him and don’t have much range of movement—not that you were going anywhere anyway.

haechan repositions himself between your legs and thrusts himself against your pussy again, and this time you both moan out loud at how much more close things feel without your underwear in the way. you feel the heated skin of his shaft and the veins dragging across your clit as he ruts against you.

your arms are starting to hurt from where you’re balancing on the surface of the desk, but you ignore it as haechan loses himself and starts thrusting harder like he does when he’s really inside you, your ass bouncing off his pelvis. the desk starts banging against the wall with each of his movements, and you hope nobody else on the other side notices that.

“your pussy is so juicy, fuck, look how wet you’ve gotten and i’m not even really fucking you...you crave this dick, don’t you?”

“jesus, donghyuck,” you groan, embarrassed by his words, but your mind is a little too foggy for you to really care as you steadily approach that crest of euphoria.

haechan reaches one hand around you to grasp your breast, squeezing the it as his shaft stimulates your clit to the breaking point. you cum with a breathless moan, banging your fist on the table as you call out haechan’s name and tremble against him, afraid your legs will give out on you with how his shaft and his cockhead keep striking your clit the whole way through your orgasm, overstimulating the little nub into an almost painful pleasure.

“yes, baby, that’s it...fuck, my pretty girl...” haechan moans roughly as he presses his body flush against yours and releases his cum onto your thighs and pussy, pulling his hips back slightly and thrusting forward again so it’ll make a bigger mess on your skin.

some of haechan’s cum drips into your underwear that’s still sitting around your lower thighs. when he pulls out from between your thighs with a satisfied groan, he’s already reaching for the flimsy pink garment so he can pull it back up over your ass, streaks of his cum sticking to your skin. it’s a bit uncomfortable, but you like the feeling of having his cum dripping down your pussy like some kind of primal, shameless marker of what’s his.

you turn to look at him and he laughs at the exhausted but pleased expression on your face. thumbing your chin, he says, “see? you wouldn’t want it any other way between us.”

yeah, he definitely knows you well.

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jadequeen88 · 3 years

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Accidental Valentine

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This is my fic for The Citrus Dome Server Lover’s Day Literature Collab! Please go check out The Masterlist and support all of the amazing artists and writers that have contributed.🖤

A/N: WHEW guys... I don’t think I’ve put this much work into a fic EVER. I’ve been feeling pretty bad about my body and wanted to write a reader who struggled with it as well. Who better to boost your confidence than DILF Kiri feeding your praise kink?! I was heavily influenced by this amazing drabble by @rat-suki and got permission to use it as my inspiration for this fic.🖤 (for reference, reader is 30 and Kirishima is 42)

Thanks to @afictionalwhore and my dear friend Orchid for the beta read!🖤

RetiredProHero!Kirishima x YoungerF!Reader

Word Count: 5.3k

TW: size difference, oral (both receiving), daddy kink, praise kink (lots and lots of praise), TBH the sex is pretty vanilla but very passionate, both are insecure about their bodies.

When you trudged into work this morning, you didn’t ever dream of meeting your childhood idol/crush, but here you are, staring up at a beautiful mountain of a man. Eijiro Kirishima, or retired pro hero Red Riot, had never come into your coffee shop before and you’d never imagined he would. He was huge. Nearly 7 ft tall and built like a brick house. His hair was back to his natural black with flecks of silver at his temples and hung long and wild around his shoulders. He had on a pair of glasses and wore a dark maroon sweater and jeans.

Even though he’s aged, he looks just as handsome as the young man you fell for as a girl.

The year he made his debut, you were only six, and like most other six-year-olds, you idolized the pro heroes. Most of your friends loved Deku or Dynamite, but you always loved Red Riot. His smile, warmth, and his fiercely protective nature made your tiny heart burst with admiration. Throughout his hero career, you kept up with all of his interviews, the battles he’d been in, the awards he’d won, and his hero rankings. You’d also gotten as much merch as possible over the years and still wore your worn-out, oversized Red Riot t-shirt to sleep in. When he retired a couple of years ago, you still scanned articles online trying to gather bits and pieces of information about the hero, but he wasn’t one to seek out the spotlight. You think that’s probably why he’d always been your favorite. He was a true hero. Serving the citizens and keeping them safe was his top priority. You didn’t want to admit it, but you kept up with him for one main reason… You wanted to know if he was seeing anyone.

You remember being eaten up with jealousy when you’d see his arm around another woman going to galas and award ceremonies. Your sixteen-year-old brain knew that of course, he’d date women. He was a grown man and a pro hero. But your heart would ache, wanting to be the one his soft eyes and pointy-toothed grin was fixed on.

Now those same eyes were fixed on you, his mouth moving and forming words, but you were too star-struck to hear what he was saying. When you snapped out of your daze and remembered you were supposed to be taking his order, you were mortified.

“I-I’m so sorry sir! Could you please repeat that?”

“Sure thing!” his bright smile was hypnotizing, “Just a venti-sized flat white. Have you had your coffee yet? Ya looked a little far away there for a second, kid.”

Your heart leaped at the little nickname. “Yeah, sorry about that! I guess I should get a couple of shots of espresso in me before I try to be productive.” You chuckle nervously as you scribble his order on the cup and turn to make his drink.

“Oh, uhh…” he peeks around the counter to get your attention, “Do you need my name? For the order?”

You freeze realizing you forgot basic, barista 101 etiquette…

“Actually,” you face him, a sheepish grin on your face, avoiding eye contact, “I know your name. You… umm, were my favorite hero,” you blush, and your eyes widen in embarrassment, “you know when I was a kid...”

You turn back to your work, kicking yourself for being so awkward.

“Really? I think you’re the first person to recognize me since ya know,” he circled his head with his pointer finger, “I stopped dying my hair..”

You turned your head to peer up at him through your dark lashes, a light dusting of blush still on your cheeks, “Well, I like it. It looks good on you.”

The retired pro’s heart was bursting at how damned cute you were. Was this pretty, young girl… embarrassed? Over him?! He watched your tiny hands move as they worked on his drink order, wondering how small they’d feel grasped in his massive ones. Your soft hair caught in the sunlight making you look like a literal angel and he sighed. You reached up to grab a canister from the top shelf and a sliver of soft skin between your t-shirt and jeans peeked through. His gaze became far away and he damn near drooled at the sight. Just how long had it been since he’d touched another woman? Kirishima wasn’t one for casual flings. He always got too invested in whoever he was seeing. So when he and his long-time girlfriend broke things off a couple of years ago, he wasn’t rushing back into the dating scene.

However, things were a little more… complicated than just not finding the right girl to commit to. He was getting older and it was starting to show. Over the past few years, he’d lost his confidence. He’s bulkier around the middle no matter what workouts or diets he tries. Overuse of his quirk has caused stretchmarks and scars all over his skin. He was starting to get crow’s feet and he was overall just TOO big and TOO hairy. He felt like some sort of gorilla walking around in human clothing. Kirishima isn’t stupid or trying to fool himself. A young, gorgeous thing like you wasn’t looking for anything from an old, washed-up man like him. But, fuck… It was nearly impossible for him to move his gaze away from your ass… Oh, the things he’d do to you if he were a few years younger...

You turned to look over your shoulder and notice his gaze… and it’s apparent that he’s checking you out. He looks like a man starved, eyes glued to your ass.

“Well, well, well… maybe he wasn’t so annoyed with my fangirling after all.”

When he realized you’d gone still, his eyes met yours and he quickly averted his gaze. His cheeks turned as red as his hair used to be. You busied yourself with the milk steamer to hide your big, goofy grin. With a new burst of confidence, you decide to take a chance and when you go to write his name on his to-go cup, you write

“Big Red <3”

You pause, bite your lip, and think to yourself, “why the hell not?” as you scribble your number underneath the nickname. You turn to give him his drink and your nerves almost make you retreat and make a whole new drink. Then he meets your gaze and your world stops spinning. His vermillion eyes crinkle at the edges as his scared lips turn upwards into a syrupy sweet smile.

When Kirishima takes his drink from you, your fingers brush his for the briefest second and he can tell they’re trembling. “Oh no, I hope I haven’t made her nervous or uncomfortable.” He wanted to go crawl in a hole… That was until he saw what you’d written on his cup.

He stammers, looking from the cup to your face like he’s checking to see if you’re pulling a prank on him or not. Before he can say anything, you bite your lip and look up at him.

“I’m off work this Sunday. Just… if you’d like to hang out or something.” your gaze shifts and you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

After a moment or two, his face lights up in a huge grin. “Y-yeah, great!” he turns and walks a few steps, then turns around and motions at the cup, “So… I should just, ahh… text you?”

You giggle and it’s the sweetest sound he’s heard in a long time, “That would be nice, yeah.”

“Okay, great!... Talk later then!” He waves and leaves the coffee shop, feeling light as a feather and ten years younger.

*****

Sunday rolls around and you spend the morning making sure the place is cleaner than it’s been in weeks. Your place was small but cozy. For a fleeting moment, you’re a little insecure about how modest your apartment is. You don’t know exactly how wealthy pros are when they retire, but you know he’s more familiar with much nicer places than yours. You decide he probably knew just what to expect on a barista’s salary and tried to put it out of your mind. You checked on the cookies baking in the oven. When you found out through your text conversations that he loved chocolate chip cookies with the large chunks of dark chocolate baked in, you went out and bought everything to make them the same day. You kept watching over them like a hawk to avoid burning them. They still looked pretty gooey, so you decided it would be safe to get changed into something a little nicer. Just as you were about to turn the corner into your bedroom, your doorbell rang.

“Shit!” you looked at your phone and sure enough, you let time get away from you. He was here and you were still in your cropped leggings and t-shirt, sporting a messy bun and dirty apron. You groaned as you realized you couldn’t leave him on your doorstep while you changed. Defeated, you hurried to the door.

You opened the door, hoping that you at least didn’t have flour in your hair, and looked up into the much larger man’s eyes. The realization that THE Red Riot was standing this close to you made your stomach flutter and a goofy grin slide across your face. While you stood there star-struck, he broke the silence.

“Wow, it smells amazing in here!”

“Oh!” you jumped a little then promptly ran over to your oven, “Sorry! Please come on in!” you said over your shoulder as you were pulling your oven mitts on.

Kirishima walked into your cozy apartment and instantly felt at ease. He couldn’t pinpoint just what it was, but something about your place felt more like home than any place he’d ever lived before. As he finished scanning your apartment, his eyes landed on you taking the cookies out of the oven. The comfortable, domestic feel of the place coupled with your ass on full display as you bent down to remove the cookies from the oven had his jeans tightening. You stood up and he averted his gaze before you turned around, not wanting to get caught checking your ass out for a second time.

“Fair warning, I’m not a talented baker by any means,” you removed your oven mitts after placing the cookie sheets on the cooling rack and flashed a sly grin his way, “But when Red Riot tells you what his favorite cookies are… Ya kinda gotta make them, right?”

Oh… If you only knew how pent up this man was… he debated bending you over right then and there and fucking you until you couldn’t walk. He really hit the jackpot with you… a hot, younger woman with the perfect ass who bakes him cookies and for some reason thinks he hung the moon? Kirishima would have given you a ring right then and there if he didn’t think it would scare you off.

“Well,” he radiated warmth as he looked between you and the cookies cooling on the rack, “If you’re not the sweetest thing! I, ahh… might have gotten you a little something too.” he then held up a 6 pack of your favorite cider. “Because when Y/N, L/N tells you what her favorite cider is… Ya kinda gotta get her some.” he winked and you felt your knees buckle and your cheeks burn. You felt like you were in a fairytale.

Then you remembered that the princesses in fairytales definitely did not wear flour-riddled black leggings, old t-shirts, and dirty aprons.

“OH! Umm, I need to go get cleaned up. I’ll only be a minu-” his massive hand wrapped around your wrist as you walked past him. It covered half of your forearm and a shudder ran through you. You wanted those giant hands to roam every inch of your body.

“Please don’t,” his eyes were half-lidded and his voice was low, “...I think you look beautiful like this.” his calloused thumb traced little circles on your skin not meeting your gaze. His deep voice was impossibly tender.

Now that you’d felt his skin on yours, you couldn’t contain your churning desires any longer. You wanted, needed, more. Rising up on your tiptoes, you curled your fist into Kirishima’s shirt collar and pulled his face toward yours.

You felt him tense up for a moment, then relax into the kiss. His massive hands found purchase on your hips, digging into the pliant flesh there. A needy whimper caught in his throat spurring you on to deepen the kiss.

It was like your bodies were working around each other in perfect harmony… lips parting at a slow pace, like honey dripping from the edge of a spoon and tongues meeting in the middle to taste each other. You both savored the kiss for as long as you could, eyes lazily drifting open and shared breaths causing your hearts to dance out of your chests.

You saw him falter, his gaze dropping, and you feared that you overstepped.

“Kirishima I-“

“Ejiro,” he stopped you with a hand against your cheek, “Call me Eijiro…” his thumb caressed your bottom lip slowly, back and forth. His touch held so much devotion in it.

“Eijiro…” you sighed, looking up at him with pleading eyes, “I need you…”

The giant of a man before you swept you up into his arms and began walking down your hallway. You quickly wrapped your arms and legs around his hulking frame as if you were climbing a tree.

“Second door on the right,” you were panting into his neck, leaving sloppy kisses all over it.

You blew a cool stream of air along his damp skin and felt him shudder. A giggle bubbled up from your chest at being able to weaken a retired pro-hero known for being a human shield against the worst villains Japan has ever known. Your little stunt resulted in a grunt and a firm, warning squeeze to your thigh.

“So that’s what we’re doing today, huh?” he tosses you on the bed just hard enough to make you bounce up a little… then he’s on you, placing light kisses all along your neck as he prods your sides looking for a ticklish spot. You can’t remember the last time you laughed this hard and the fact that it was your idol drawing it from you made you dizzy with joy.

“Mercy! Mercy!” you were breathless and your abdomen ached from the forceful laughs Ejiro was pulling from you. He blew a raspberry on your neck as a final tease then relented, sitting up to meet your gaze.

You were absolutely smitten. You caressed the lines around his eyes and the scar that split his lips as your eyes roamed across his features. Every crease, every scar… you wanted to kiss them all. When his gaze faltered and he pulled away to sit beside you on the bed, the feeling you’d done something wrong resurfaced. You sat up beside him and placed your hand on his thigh.

“Eijiro…” your voice was barely above a whisper, “I’m sorry, I know I can come on a little strong sometimes, and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I just…” your eyes meet and his gaze is unreadable.

“No, no…” his ruby eyes drop to the floor, “It’s just that,” he chuckles nervously, “Well, it’s been a while. I’m not very good with casual flings and the like. So I don’t really date much…”

You rise to your feet and move to stand in front of him. Sitting in front of you on your bed, you’re only slightly below eye level with him. You place your tiny hands on his thick thighs and nudge them apart so you can slot your hips between them.

“When I told you that you were my favorite hero,” you reach for his wrist and remove the hair tie from it, “What that actually meant was that I’d watch the news every day just to make sure you were safe.”

Slender fingers move through his wild mane of silver-flecked hair untangling any knots, “It meant that when that villain with the sludge quirk put you in the hospital for a couple of days, my mom let me stay home from school because I was so distraught,” you pulled all of his untangled hair to the nape of his neck and began wrapping the hair tie around it.

“It meant that my silly sixteen-year-old heart would ache when I saw you hand in hand with a girl in a magazine going out on a date,” you grinned at how silly you felt admitting that. Once his hair was secured in a low ponytail, your hands trailed along his broad shoulders.

“Now that I’ve thoroughly embarrassed myself, I’ll get to the point.” your intense gaze held years of longing for the hero in front of you, “Nothing about this is casual for me.”

Tears pricked the corners of Kirishima’s eyes. Had anyone ever showed him this much tender devotion? All the years he’d taken beating after beating, a glorified human shield, content with leaving most of the game to his friends. He was all rough edges and bulk. He was the one doing the protecting every time. Even in his romantic relationships, he was the one who would give, and give, and give… never asking or expecting to be taken care of. Being handled with such care was utterly foreign to him and it stirred up a deep need he never knew was there.

“Eji…” his glassy eyes met yours, “Can I take care of you?” you sank to your knees, hands sliding up his thighs.

“Please…”

Your hands made quick work of his button and zipper. He shifted his hips upwards to help you ease his jeans down his thick thighs and you pulled his jeans and boxers down in one slow pull. Nothing would have prepared you for just how huge he was. Your eyes widened for a fraction of a second, wondering how you’d get that thing to fit inside your cunt, much less your mouth… but it was something you were eager to find out.

Looking up at him from under your dark lashes, you made a show of lewdly licking your lips. You flattened your tongue and drug the wet muscle from his base right above his neatly trimmed patch of black hair, all the way to the swollen, red tip of his head. You felt the powerful muscles in his thighs clench as his head rolled back and a delicious moan escaped his open mouth. Making your hero come undone with one lick to his cock was intoxicating.

“Fuck, baby…” Kirishima fisted the sheets praying he wouldn’t come just from your teasing. He’s not sure his pride could handle it. It became a very real threat when he dared to look down at you kissing and licking all up and down his length. Once your mouth had gotten him wet enough, your soft hands joined your warm mouth in worshiping his cock. You met his gaze as you kissed his tip and licked up the pre that was escaping in pearlescent beads. When you had teased him to your contentment, you swallowed him down as deep as your throat would allow, wrapped your hand around his base, and moaned.

Kirishima had many blowjobs in his life. In fact, he’d had some that he would say were pretty amazing… but in all his adult life, he’d never been so thoroughly and enthusiastically devoured like this. He threaded his fingers of one hand in your loose bun and fisted your bed sheets in his other to ground himself. After a minute or two, he felt his release creeping up much faster than he wanted.

He placed his hands on either side of your face causing you to stop bobbing your head and look up at him. He ran his thumb against your swollen bottom lip and you leaned into his tender touch. He bends forward and places a kiss on the top of your head.

“Lay down on the bed,” he whispers into your hair. Nerves starting to catch up to you, you shook slightly as you stood from your spot on the floor. Before you lay down, you remember to take your apron off then lay on your pillows, heart pounding awaiting further instruction.

Kirishima hovers over you reminding you yet again just how tiny you are compared to him. His warm hand covers your knee and slowly travels up your thigh, stopping right before he meets your throbbing core. He runs his hand back down your thigh to gently nudge your knees apart. Leaning on his forearms, he positions himself between your thighs and you gasp at the friction created where your bodies meet. While planting tender kisses on your neck, he whispers, “I need you to promise that you’ll tell me if I need to stop or if something doesn’t feel okay. Can you do that?”

“Y-yes…” you moan as he nibbles on your earlobe, teasing with his sharp teeth but not breaking your skin.

“Mmm,” he places sweet kisses all along your jaw, your breath catching in your throat, “Good girl.”

Receiving praise from him made your chest swell. You wanted nothing more than to please this man you were rapidly falling for. He sat up, legs folded under his body, and slowly slid his hands under the hem of your oversized t-shirt. You felt his hands still on your stomach and looked up from where you were laying on your pillows to see what had made him freeze.

He met your gaze with a devilish grin, “Baby girl…” his thumbs run small circles on your skin, “Did you wear this for me?”

When you realize what he’s talking about, you hide your face and groan into your hands. You completely forgot that you were still in your old Red Riot t-shirt that you usually slept in. “Oh my god, this is so embarrassing!” you mumbled behind your palms.

Kirishima chuckled and shushed you, “No, no, no… This is the sexiest thing you could have possibly worn.” He pulls the hem of your t-shirt up to expose your tummy, burying his face in the soft skin there. Gentle kisses were placed all along the waistline of your leggings, every squishy part and every little stretchmark that decorated your skin like tiny spiderwebs were lovingly caressed with his plush lips. Having the part of your body you were the most self-conscious of worshiped like this felt more vulnerable than sex.

As the kisses traveled higher, they became sloppier and more desperate. You lifted your arms to allow him to remove your shirt, exposing your plain white cotton bra. The feel of his stubble against your skin as he moaned into your cleavage sent shivers down your body. Instead of paying attention to your neglected nipples, his warm mouth carved a path up the column of your throat, head thrown back to give him as much access as possible.

Kirishima whispered against the tender skin under your earlobe, “This okay, baby?” two large fingers dip into the front of your leggings. You nod enthusiastically, unable to form a coherent answer, “Mmm… I need words, sweet thing. You can do that for me, can’t you?”

“Yes… it’s more than okay,” your chests are touching as he works his hand down the front of your pants.

When Kirishima’s thick fingers slid between your drenched folds, you arched your back and grasped his forearm. Slowly, he spread your slick around, dancing past your clit with each stroke. His teasing was turning you into a whimpering mess underneath him.

He had all the time in the world and having you melt underneath his touch was the best way he could hope to spend it. After what felt like an eternity of him gently brushing against you, only slightly dipping into your needy hole and barely grazing your clit, you were openly panting and whining. A steady stream of praises flowed from his lips.

“You’re such a pretty girl… such a pretty little pussy.”

“Look at how wet you are for me. Like this, huh? My pretty girl likes my fingers teasing her?”

“I can’t wait to lick my fingers clean. You’re gonna taste so sweet.”

You were so worked up that tears began to form in your eyes, “Eji… I-“

“Hmm? What is it, baby girl? Need something?” His finger drags around your clit slowly, adding a fraction more pressure.

“Please, I need more Eji,” your nails digging into his forearm were leaving little crescents in his thick skin.

“Sweet girl,” he meets your mouth with a slow, wet kiss, “you can have whatever you want.”

Without hesitation, he sits up and pulls your leggings down with your panties. A groan rattles his large chest when he sees a thread of your slick attached to the crotch. Once his face is buried in between your thighs, it’s a real possibility he might come just from eating you out.

All the teasing had brought him to the edge as well and he was out of patience. With a few hurried kisses to each thigh, he dove into your dripping cleft. His tongue plunged into your core as he nudged his nose into your puffy clit.

You cry out and convulse around his face. His arms wrap around your thighs, firmly but gently holding your legs open to give him full access to eat you as thoroughly as possible. When he moves to suck your clit, you know you won’t last much longer. As he nurses on your sensitive nub, you feel the familiar tightening in your lower body. He picks up on this and moans into your skin as he greedily sucks.

“Ahh… Ahh, I’m- I’m gonna….”

“Oh that’s it,” he encourages you by praising you and massaging your thighs in his massive hands, “let me have it, baby girl. Come on, I’ve got you, I’ve got you.”

Your toes curl and back arches as you’re thrown over the edge. “Oh FUCK!! Coming, coming…. ooooh god… ahh D-daddy!…”

“Daddy, is it? Goddamn”

Kirishima felt his dick twitch and his breath caught in his throat.

He wipes his face on the back of his hands and makes a show of licking his fingers clean as he leans over you, nose touching yours.

“What was that baby?” His voice was strained as he pressed his dick into the warm, damp skin of your thigh…

You bat your lashes and ghost your lips over his as you whisper, “Daddy… please let me ride you. I need you inside me.” The nail in Kirishima’s coffin was when you licked his bottom lip then quickly followed with a chaste kiss.

You waste no time wrapping your thighs around his waist and twisting. He follows your lead and lays flat on his back letting you straddle him. You grab the hem of his shirt and similarly tease him, leaving a trail of kisses along his broad stomach. Kirishima flinches a little, self-conscious of his skin and how soft his middle had gotten over the years. You meet his eyes as you pull his shirt over his broad shoulders and run your hands back down his body.

“Mmm, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” hands and eyes roamed over the expanse of skin in front of you, “It’s even better than in my dreams.”

He wondered for the hundredth time how got this lucky. You really loved his body? Maybe… maybe he wasn’t in as bad of shape as he thought…

“No,” his hands rubbed your hips, kneading your soft skin, “You’re better than I’d ever hoped to find.” He sits upon the headboard and pulls you closer into his lap, “Now,” he pulls your hair free of the messy bun, “Can you be a good girl and come on my cock?”

You lift your hips and place his tip at your entrance. That alone caused a delicious stretch and you knew it would be a slow process getting him to fit comfortably.

“Yes, Daddy,” your hands wrapped around his neck and he growled as he pulled you into a rough kiss.

“Good fuckin girl.”

He helped lower you onto his cock with lots of kisses, praises, and gentle squeezes. When you got closer to his base, the pain was too much for a moment. Kirishima used his thumb to rub circles into your clit, shushing you sweetly against your parted mouth.

“Are you okay, baby?” He brushes your hair off your sweaty forehead with his free hand while his other is still working your clit over.

“Yes, Daddy,” you whisper, “You fill me up so well. I love your massive cock filling me up.”

“You’re gonna make me crazy, you know that? Huh?” He pulls your lower lip into his mouth and sucks. You both sit for a while, exchanging kisses and whispers while you adjust to his girth.

“Are you ready to move now, sweet girl?”

“Yes, Daddy…” he helps you move, dragging your hips up and down his shaft.

After a few deep thrusts, you both increase your pace, matching each other’s movements. It’s not long before your head is thrown back, tears escaping the corners of your eyes. Loud moans and curses escape your mouth as one nipple is pulled into Kirishima’s mouth.

“Oh, Daddy! Fuck, fuck! Right there, right there… I… I’m… AHH!” Before you can even say anything, you’ve come undone, spasming around his cock.

“Oh, good girl, good fuckin girl,” you go limp and bury your face into his neck while he slams your hips onto his, chasing his release. The feeling of him using your body to get off makes you dizzy with joy. You lean into his ear whispering, “Please come inside me. Wanna feel you come inside me, Daddy… please, need your come inside me, Daddy.”

Your slurred pleas against his ear send him over the edge into a mind-numbing orgasm. As he comes down from his high and looks into your face full of adoration, he knows he’s caught… hook, line, and sinker.

*****

The rest of the evening is spent eating cookies on your couch, drinking cider, and watching your favorite crime drama. The sweet kisses and touches sprinkled throughout the night feel so natural… Like you’ve been together for years instead of hours.

You end up with Kirishima’s head in your lap, running your fingers through his hair as he closes his eyes and relaxes into your touch. The clock on your wall reads 12:30 am and it dawns on you what day it officially is.

“Eji?”

“Hmm?” He opens one eye and reaches up to scratch your scalp.

“Will you be my valentine?” You bite your bottom lip to stifle a silly grin.

He sits up and pulls you into a bear hug.

“What kinda silly question is that? Of course. I don’t ever want another valentine besides you.”

Your heart explodes and you kiss him, grabbing his cheeks in both hands.

“Sixteen-year-old me is absolutely losing her shit right now,” you giggle, rubbing his nose with yours.

“Well,” he grabs your ass and raises an eyebrow, “Forty-two-year-old me is losing his shit right now over finding such a sweet girl with such a sweet ass on her,” he nips at your neck and you squeal.

“Ooh, you ready for another round, old man?”

He growls and throws you over his shoulder. A swift spank to your ass causes you to burst into a fit of laughter.

“Oh, so I’m dealing with a brat now? You want me to show you what this old man does to little brats?” He squeezes your thighs as he makes his way to the bedroom.

“But I’m your good girl! Remember?!”

“Yeah, yeah… We’ll see about that.”

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trexrambling · 2 years

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Ooouf I am such a sucker for a good “I didn’t know where else to go”

If it inspires you! 💛

The two, soft raps on your door wake you immediately. Still sleep groggy, both hands already cradling your gun, you slide out of bed and land noiselessly on the carpet. You check your bedside clock - 3:08am - and then cautiously make your way to the window to peek out of the curtains.

A smile finds its way to your lips, but slowly fades as you take in the man standing on your front porch. His forehead leans heavily against the wooden door, one hand resting beside it. You check behind him, out into the long driveway, but only see an empty, moonlit path. No Sam.

You switch the safety on your gun and set it down, brushing your hands over your pajamas and through your messy hair. Then you unlock the door, swing it open, and almost have to catch Dean's whole frame as he falls forward, stumbling into you.

"Whoah, hey, you good?" you grunt out, pushing him back upright and guiding him with a steady hand on his back into your small home. You close the door behind the two of you, sliding the bolts back into place, and turn on a lamp just as he falls onto the couch with a loud grunt.

Well, there isn't any blood. No bruises, scrapes, or monster gunk. You survey him, his head leaned back against the couch cushions, eyes closed, arms folded, long legs extended out. Your nose wrinkles at the scent drifting off of him. "Had a bit to drink, have we?"

He mumbles something not fully coherent, and you sigh. "Where's the Impala? Did you park it down the road?"

"Walked," he replies.

Your eyebrows shoot up. "You walked all the way here?"

He shrugs and settles deeper into the couch.

"Dean, what's going on?"

He lifts his head, finally looks at you for the first time. "I know it's late. I just..." He looks away, rubs a hand on the back of his neck. "I didn't know where else to go."

You lean against the wall, resist the urge to go over and wrap him up in a hug, run your fingers through his hair and just hold him. That's not the type of relationship the two of you have, no matter how much you might want it to be.

"Are you and Sam still fighting?"

He nods, shifts his weight and clears his throat. "Yeah, things with Ruby are...well, they aren't good."

You frown. "Remind me why we haven't ganked that bitch yet?"

A small grin finds his face, and he meets your eyes again. "I ask myself that every damn day."

You can't stop your feet anymore as you cross to the couch, sit down beside him and put a hand in the safest, comforting spot you can find on his knee. "Want some coffee? I can start a pot, we can talk through things."

To your surprise, his hand covers yours, picking it up in his palm and giving a gentle squeeze. He doesn't let go, and you sure as hell don't try to pull away. "Are you good if I crash here? I know I woke you up, you must be tired."

You're anything but tired with his hand holding yours, the heat spreading up your arm, down your back, settling in the base of your spine. You swallow and somehow keep your voice steady. "Yeah, um, of course. You know you're always welcome."

You're trying to figure out how to get him a blanket without letting go of his hand when he suddenly moves, his arm wrapping around your frame, pulling you into his side as he readjusts his position on the couch, turned at an angle so his legs are off the floor. Your head is resting on his chest, your body curled up against his side. Dean's hand rubs up and down your arm, and a long sigh leaves his lips.

"Thanks, Y/N."

You don't dare to move a muscle, just look up at him and listen as his breathing immediately slows, feel him drift off to sleep in a matter of seconds, his heartbeat steady in your ear.

Rather than let your brain overthink what's happening, you just stay there, let his warmth soak into your skin and make the decision that the smell of alcohol is most definitely tolerable for tonight. Because there's no where else in the world you'd rather be right now.

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If anyone has a wee Drabble request, I’m very much feeling this list of prompts right now and would love to do some writing! xo

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hoodhookage · 3 years

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nmmhhhh here’s a random mutual masturbation (ish?) turned thigh riding and handjob with kaeya<3 that accidentally came out longer than expected

did i see these panels while thinking of kaeya just to have my brain connect the two??

the answer is yes i did.

i am that horny.

your eyes fixed on kaeya and his half-naked body, how he’s teasing himself and you at the same time; hands slowly stroking his dick and own eyes on you...body moving desperately against your fingers.

the pace is slow. kaeya’s hungry eyes never fail to miss the way you work your fingers, desperately plunging another once more along with the other. your fingers are almost moving in and out of you on their own to the mouth-watering site before you:

kaeya with his chest exposed, tan thighs spread and hungry lips turning to form a hazy smile as he faces you. he’d keep this up all day if you don’t make the move! it’s what he wants, don’t keep him waiting.

quickly getting up to pushing kaeya back against the couch, hands placed on his shoulders to maneuver yourself over him. your body positioned so that your legs are on each side of him, cunt landing directly onto his thigh. once adjusted to the new position, you waste no time attacking his deprived body with your own.

alternating between nipping and pressing sloppy kisses hungrily at whatever skin you can, leaning to start at his chest. momentarily staying with your mouth next to his nipple, darting out your tongue against kaeya to feel him pant a little harder.

dragging your lips against the rest of the sensitive skin on his neck gently with the little self restraint you have left beginning to grow thin. your other hand moving down his abdomen to wrap your hand on his aching cock, palming him before squeezing his shaft gently.

you move your head from its spot on kaeya’s bruise ridden neck from the suction of your impatient mouth. his dick is already leaking precum onto your fingers as you continue to toy with his dick, both your bodies reacting to one another’s as if you haven’t been reunited in months.

already overwhelmed from your eagerness to taste and touch him, your thighs immediately squeeze him when you feel the sudden friction of kaeya’s leg pressed into your needy cunt. “oh, is that something you like?” he gives a breathy laugh, looking up at you with heart eyes when he notices just how worked up you’ve gotten alone from just getting to touch him.

pulling you against him closer, he presses his leg into yours once more. this time, he has his hands held onto your hips...basking in the unintentional whine you let out from the contact, moving forward to initiate a messy kiss.

it’s uncoordinated and needy, full of spit and tongue. kaeya’s mouth is wet and hot, and it makes you want to suck on him. his fingers gripping your waist tighter to help roll your hips against him, every gasp and moan you let out is swallowed up by him.

“please” you speak, almost whispering while avoiding eye contact. continuing to look down at his dick in your hand as you try to bring yourself to ask. you tense up a bit at the feeling of his rough palms moving against your chest, massaging at your breasts to relax you.

“can i?”

“tell me what you want” kaeya rolls your nipple between his thumb and index finger smoothly, waiting for you to give him your answer. you let your eyes slowly wander up the features of his face and looking at him alone made you feel soaked and he knew it.

opening your mouth not only to finally respond but gasp from the way he continues to tweak at your nipples, answering as you exhale. “on your thigh-“ you start, sounding a bit unsure of yourself. “can i...ride it?” starting over again. “-please kaeya, can you let me ride your thigh” god. you clench as the words leave your mouth.

he lets out a scoff, hand coming to caress your cheek. “wasn’t that naughty of you to ask, aren’t you feeling brave tonight?” grinning at you as he lets his thumb slide past your lips. you feel embarrassment add to the heat in your core as you suck lightly on his thumb, revelling in your plead. “you really are so much fun to play with. can never keep your hands to yourself either, can you?” it’s a rhetorical question, but still, you nod frantically.

satisfied with your silent confirmation, both of you know to keep going. kaeya moves you a little closer to him once more before the hand gripping your side begins to pull you forward. you let out a satisfied sound at the feeling he gives you when your clit rubs on his thigh again.

your chest is slumped against his, hips moving on their own as soft pants and quiet moans fill the room. every press of his leg that you’ve straddled has you fighting the urge to smother yourself in kaeya’s neck, your hand pumping him as he throbs in your palm. “keep going, like that. i’ve got you” kaeya throws his head back against the couch as you never let go of his dick.

your breathing is strained as he continues to drag you, you’re wet and he can feel it; enjoying how you’ve silently marked him, in more ways visibly than others. “feels s’good” you mumble before letting out the broken moan you’ve attempted to suppress.

your attention is now solely on the tip of kaeya’s dick, running your thumb over the head as you stroke him. he lets out a groan as he feels your hand speed up, beginning to move you to get you off just as quick. your hips stutter as the pressure continues to build, the both of you humming in relief.

your hand twists his shaft and kaeya whines yours name, brushing your shoulder for you to sit up. “—you’re going to make a mess on me” his statement would’ve sounded a lot more commanding if it weren’t for how it came out like a whine, the tightness in his voice evident you were making him feel good.

you shake your head, drinking in his dazed expression. “please. cum, just from my thigh” he groans again, swatting your hand off his dick in hopes you’ll focus on your orgasm. you push his hand back and continue to jerk him knowingly that he’s close. the feeling is almost unbearable, kaeya’s pretty moans in your ear from the way you touch him, how fast he’s moving your hips and the way he’s almost begging for you to cum.

“i wanna cum!” you sob against his neck. letting your hips thrash against him, “‘wanna cum for you”. kaeya smiles from your confession, eyes closed as he starts to squirm, hips bucking into your hand.

he pants, leaning his head against your forehead. both your bodies trembling from the much needed stimulation you each provide, “you’re so good”cursing at the feeling. “can i— please?” you nip at his ear, making him jolt. “please, yeah?” he repeats your question. “‘need to cum so bad, please” you hold your breath awaiting his confirmation, making kaeya let out a moan.

digging his fingertips into your ass to keep you in place, he puts his other hand forward: thumb right against your clit. you cant help but grip his shoulder and arm, trying to hold yourself up. feeling his hand behind you move you onto his thumb sends your eyes rolling back as you let yourself get lost in the feeling of his thumb nudging your sensitive clit, letting out a silent and choked cry of his name. cumming all over his thigh.

“oh my god” kaeya mumbles, following you quickly and releasing into your hand in hot spurts, cum landing on his abdomen, corner of his thighs and your hand. the both of you letting out a satisfied moan as you bring each other through the orgasm washing over you. trying to catch his breath he gently moves your head, pushing the strands stuck to your forehead behind your ear. “that was,” you take a deep breath before closing your eyes again. “-really dirty” kaeya laughs, bringing his messy hand to yours. gathering whatever cum off your fingers and his stomach he can get before lifting them up to your mouth, and you comply.

you drag your tongue across them in its entirety, swirling it as you reach the underside of his slim fingers. his taste is unmistakably sweet, letting him pull his fingers from out of your mouth. you to bring your own fingers to where the rest of his cum sits back to your mouth, kaeya watching you as you swallow.

“dirty girl” he sighs in content and you giggle. his head back against yours as you properly crawl in his lap. chest pressing against yours and arms coming down to drape over your limbs.

that was good, you think as kaeya begins to cuddle you harder, really good.

i’m hard again, kaeya contemplates, as his dick prods against your ass, she’s gonna kill me.

#kaeya smut #kaeya x reader smut #kaeya alberich smut #genshin impact thirst #kaeya thirst #mmmmmilovekaeya #i want to ruin myself on kaeya’s thigh

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