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syrupsyche · 3 months
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🪩 and ✍️ for writing ask :D
Sorry for the late answer omg I shared that ask and immediately boarded a plane so I've been busy since T-T
🪩Do you have any "good" writing habits you want to cultivate?
Other than actually writing lol? Probably start writing early when it comes to fic exchanges or any sort of event where the fic needs to be submitted by a certain date. I loved writing in the two (2) exchanges I've been in so far but as a chronic procrastinator I was definitely sweating bullets towards the end bc I was still finishing the story MINUTES before the deadline so... I should probably start earlier next time :'D
✍️Which stat matters most to you (if at all!): subscriptions, kudos/favourites, comments, bookmarks, word count, or hits?
I've always written for 'myself' so as long as a story is published to my personal liking, I'm pretty satisfied! That's not to say that I'm not obsessed with validation too lol; literally any stat makes me happy because it makes me realise that people have Read My Work!! I love comments a lot tho bc it makes me realise that people have Read My Work and....Liked It??? Enough to leave a few words??? It makes my heart swell every time. But really, even just a hit makes me :D because I'm always so happy to know that I've contributed to a fandom.
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willows-peak · 3 months
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jjk boys reacting to getting a morning wood next to you
ANONNN UR MIND <3333
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*・゚✧ JJK Men With Morning Wood
tags: multi character x reader, fem! reader, morning sex, thigh fucking, humping, handjobs, male masturbation, mutual masturbation kinda, the ittiest bit of degradation in toji's
word count: 4.9k wowie zowie
a/n: eek my first request...so happy. this was so fun to write ty anon, im supes sorry it took so long to write! i may have gotten carried away,, also TYSM FOR 100 FOLLOWERS HOLY SHIT 🎉🎉🎉🎉should i do a milestone reward :o
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NSFW UNDER CUT! MDNI
⋆。˚ ♡ gojo: wakes you up and begs to fuck your thighs
Gojo woke with a startle, his body only lending him a few moments to adjust to his surroundings before he had to stifle a low groan into his palm, a dull, overpowering throb sending shocks of pleasure up his spine. He blearily glanced downwards to where he felt the heat starting to pool, his vision being blocked off by your body, pressed tight against his.
You were moving around in your sleep quite a bit, leg thrown across his own and arms wrapped tight around his chest. A quiet noise left his throat as he felt that jolt go through his body again, your hips moving up against his crotch just enough to graze across the head of his clothed cock, making him swear under his breath.
He'd found the culprit for his sudden awakening, but now comes the issue of taking care of it. The combination of sleepiness and horniness was making his head feel foggy, eyes darting around the softly lit room for any kind of distraction he could find for himself. Now he knew why you always made a fuss when he clung to you in bed, it was near impossible to move around and touch himself without waking you.
He bit his lip tightly as he felt his cock jump up in his boxers, eyes drifting back to your body innocently leaning onto his. The time on the clock read '10:20 am', much past the normal time you would wake up normally. You wouldnt be *too* upset if he just..?
"Baby.." he whispered, the arm encompassing your waist shifting forwards to jostle your still body, making you whine against his chest and hug him closer in defiance. "C'mon baby, get up." he said, moving you again and giving him a louder whine in response.
Through his persistence, your head turned up and poking out from the bumps of his naked chest, eyelids lowered as you slowly started to wake up
“G'morning beautiful, sorry to wake you up like this” he chuckled, brushing a small section of hair from your face as he watched your eyes travel downwards, to how his erection poked against your inner thigh. “You don't gotta do anything, just please-” Gojo shuddered as you slowly grinded up against his tent, your soft voice making the fog in his head worsen. 
“Lemme fuck your thighs, alright baby? Please, it'll be quick, I promise” his chest rose up and down in quick, shallow breaths, stilling himself with all his might when the head of his dick slipped snuggly into the dip of your thighs, right underneath your panty clad pussy. “Please, sweet thing? I'll make you cum too, promise” he ran his hands down to your hip, pressing his lips together when you let out the softest moan.
Still too sleepy for talking, you nodded into his collarbones, spreading your legs apart enough for Gojo to slip inside them. Gojo almost moaned at the display in front of him, hushed praises and thanks coming from his lips as he hurriedly slipped down his pants and boxers, sighing in relief when the uncomfortable pressure of his underwear was finally gone.
Gojo's hand made quick work slipping his pants down to mid way down his thighs, moving his fingers to lightly press against the crotch of your panties. “Shit…” he whispered, feeling the way your pussy was already starting to wetten up for him. “Have a good dream about me, huh?” he teased, rubbing slow circles on your clit before replacing it with his length.
He could feel you clench around nothing through the thin fabric, a shudder erupting through his lower half as you slowly closed your legs back around his cock. He groaned under his breath at the warmth enveloping him, chuckling and pulling his hips back. “Shit, you feel good… where’s the lube, wanna make it feel better” he mumbled as he turned his body around to search through the drawers behind him, rummaging around loudly until he triumphantly brought out a small, almost empty bottle of clear liquid.
“Spread your legs again, this’ll make it feel good.” he spoke, a small *click* as he flipped the bottle open and squirted the liquid onto his deft fingers. As he massaged it into the plush of your thigh, his thumb caught underneath your panties, pulling the fabric to the side smoothly. His lubed fingers came to spread your lips open, the cold morning air blowing across your sensitive cunt and making you shiver from the exposure. ‘Satoruu..” you whined, feeling his cock slide up your thigh to rest right against your pussy.
“Close em, fuck, I don’ think I can stay still for long” he whispered, his large body coming to hold your lower half flush with his own. You whimpered and wordlessly followed what he asked, moaning softly at the feeling of his firm cock grazing *so* slowly across your pussy.
“That’s the shit, god.. such a good girl for me” Gojo whispered, his voice sultry and practically dripping with heat as he grinded up into your thighs, his dick gliding across the wetness of your pussy and perfectly rubbing against your clit. “Hold onto me baby, I’m not gonna be gentle.”
⋆。˚ ♡ getou: kisses you awake and humps your leg
Getou carefully turned himself around, keeping note of your tight grip against his sides and letting himself relax back against the warm sheets as he shifted himself closer to you, his fingers coming to cradle your soft hair as his lips met with your face.
Ever since getting with you, Getou had gradually lost interest in getting himself off, especially in the mornings like this. he could feel the way his half hard erection slowly filled out his pants more as he drunk you in, his lips taking their time to press against each and every crevice of your face.
He could feel you start to stir, your soft eyelashes slowly cracking open to meet with his gaze, lowered with his pupils expanded to cover the majority of his eyes.
He pulled away just enough to give you room to yawn, his hand sliding down the front of his body to grope at his cock as you greeted him, voice crackly and quiet. "Good morning hun" Getou spoke, his voice gruff right against your ear as he resumed his onslaught of kisses.
"Mm-" you tried to get out a word of questioning as to why he was so affectionate, but your lips quickly turned into a home for Getou's, tenderly kissing you. You could feel low, muffled groans being thrust into your mouth as he lifted your face up to meet with his better. “Sugu-” you gasped, pulling away only to be hungrily brought back to his lips.
“Shh, stick out your leg f’ me, baby” Getou ordered, smiling when you wordlessly obeyed him. You gasped again as your knee brushed over his bulge, Getou’s free hand coming down to hold it still. “Feel that pretty girl?” he asked, watching you nod and try to press harder against him. “Think you can help out with this?” he offered, biting his lip in arousal at how quickly you agreed with his request.
His grip on your thigh loosened, just enough to give you the wiggle room to grind down into his erection. His raspy, deep voice filled your ears as he ground his hips down into your hard knee, hand climbing up to grope at your butt and snickering when you squeaked in surprise.
“So nasty..” you murmured, watching with bated breath as he caressed the back of your thigh tenderly. “Only for you, sweet girl… fuck, keep doin that-” he grunted out, your knee pressing up against his balls slightly as he humped against you.
He’d slipped up to grinding against the meat of your thigh by now, whispers of your name escaping from his lips as a small, barely noticeable spot of wetness started to seep through the fabric of his sweatpants. “Sugu, kiss me again, please” you begged, barely needing to wait before geto’s lips came crashing onto yours. His thick, hot tongue eagerly pressed through your parted lips, grinning into the kiss as his tongue twirled around yours.
Your body quickly flushed warmly under his strong hold, feeling how pulsed and ground hard against your thigh, your breath catching in your throat when his tongue dipped up to the roof of your mouth, licking along the length of it before pulling away for a gasp of air. “So fucking sexy, baby girl, god- say my name baby please” Getou moaned, the grinds against your thighs speeding up sloppily. Getou could never control himself when he got like this, so desperate for an orgasm he’d take anything you gave him as long as it got him off.
“Suguruuu-” you drew out your words, half moaning and half whining as he raised your leg to grind back down into your knee. “Yeah, that’s right, say it louder f’ me” Getou purred, panting as his hips thrusted down onto your leg. You spoke his name again, feeling your pussy thump in tandem with your heart at Getou’s husky moans filling the thick air around you two. “Wanna see me cum, beautiful?” he asked, voice lifting as his body grew closer to orgasm already. “Mmmhm, please Sugu lemme see” 
Getou fumbled with the band of his sweatpants clumsily, pulling them down to reveal his flushed red cock, the stain of pre cum much bigger now against the dark gray cotton fabric. You squirmed as Getou slid his lubed cock onto your bare thigh, rubbing down against the warm, soft skin and shivering softly. “Keep your eyes here, got it?” He whispered, forehead pressed against yours as the two of you watched his hips quickly pick up pace against your leg, raunchy sounding groans and chants of your name falling from his lips carelessly.
“Shit- y’ so good to me baby, so fucking good” Getou stumbled out, hair falling around the two of you as his head bowed down in pleasure. “Touch it honey, please, wanna cum for you” You gasped in arousal, warmth pooling down in your stomach as you quickly stroked the base of his dick, letting your fingers caress down onto his balls when your palm reached the bottom. 
“*F-fuck* yes, cumming, I’m cumming, oh my *god*-” Getou groaned loudly, body trembling and curling into itself as his cock throbbed harshly against your thigh, cum leaking out of his tip and coating the skin of your leg and your hand. You slowed your hand down as Getou rode out his orgasm onto you, uneven bucks and thrusts up against you making you whimper under your breath from how hot you felt.
Getou continued to let out broken noises as his orgasm slowly simmered down, weakly grinding down into the puddle of cum he’d made. He let out fast, shuddered breaths as he rested against you, rubbing your thigh and kissing your forehead gently. Getou used his free hand to cup your chin, lifting it up to meet with his foggy, pleasure hazed eyes. “Don’t worry honey…I’m not done yet” Getou purred, gaze falling down to the way your thighs squeeze together.
⋆。˚ ♡ nanami: jerks himself off to not disturb your beauty sleep
Nanami let out a drawn out sigh as he snuck his hand downwards, carefully scooting the blankets aside for his hand to get under them. He was hard, and badly at that. And while he didn’t at all blame you for this, he’d noticed that he’s started getting more intense morning wood when you’re with him, leading to him having to carefully wrap his hand around his erection and get himself off without waking you up.
He also, never seemed to realize he could simply turn over and plop you down on the empty bed space next to him until after he was done, discreetly wiping himself off and nudging you awake. He has to pretend he doesn’t know why it slips his mind, even though he knows good and well why he chooses this riskier route. 
Some gross, locked away part of him loves thinking about waking you up by feeling his thick cock pressed against your hole through your panties, his hand quickly stroking himself through orgasm as you moaned at the wet feeling of his cum soaking you. Knowing you, he’d be met with the sweetest moan of his name as the after shocks of his orgasm faded over his body, pressing your hips down against his abdomen.
He held back a noise at that thought, his fingers finally ghosting over his pre cum soaked tip, rubbing small circles across the hole of it before working his way down his shaft. He focused on keeping his breathing steady as you dozed off on his chest.
Staring at the ceiling above him as he bit his lip with concentration. You were, thankfully, not a light sleeper, but he’d rather avoid the embarrassing notion of you waking up to him like *this*.
Nanami had done this many many times before, so he knew exactly what to think of to get himself off quick. Not that it ever took long with you, he could count the amount of times he’d nearly cum on the spot when you shimmied your panties off, a string of wetness clinging to your sensitive, pulsating cunt, your swollen clit peeking between the pink-ish folds. The few times when he’d come home tired and ready to either crash into your arms or the bed, when you’d so lovingly take care of him by riding the soul out of his body.
God, he wanted that so badly right now, watching your ass ripple from how hard you were slamming down onto his cock, moaning his name as he felt your hole twitch around him, the unmistakable way you’d quiver and still yourself as you came around his cock, whimpering and squeaking out high pitched little noises as he fucked up into you through your orgasm. 
*‘Later’* Nanami promised to himself, feeling his chest begin to rise and fall rapidly as his hand pumped his cock, holding back sighs and grunts of pleasure as his arm stood as still as possible, his wrist rapidly falling up and down as he fisted his cock.
His hands rapidly squeezed along his thick shaft, desperate to mimic the way your pussy would clamp down so tightly when he bottomed out inside of you.
He was quick to move his hand off your waist, and over his mouth as he nearly moaned out loud at the thought, silently cursing his memory for being so detailed in this moment. He froze stiffly as he felt you start to stir in your sleep, sleepily reaching out before he joined his hand with yours. He sighed shakily, speaking lowly to not wake you further, his hand still grazing across the sensitive veins alongside his cock. “Shh, go back to sleep dear, I’m here.” He could almost laugh at how easily you fell limp back against him, your breathing slowing back down and a one off snore leaving your throat.
He gently held onto your hand, the fist still around his cock now picking up speed, wet sounds being poorly muffled through the blanket as he leaned his head back against the pillows. The adrenaline from just now only fueled onto his racing heart and sensitivity, hand clamping down onto yours as he could start to feel his orgasm quickly approaching him. 
His teeth grit together subtly, holding back swears as his legs tensed up, his fist slapping loudly down against his dick as his stomach tightened. “Shit-” he swore, his orgasm overtaking him before he could prepare for it. His fist rushed up to close down over his dick, covering his tip as it leaked out thick spurts of his cum. He held his breath in his throat as he trembled, pressure mixing wildly with the fading anxiety of being caught and the pleasure of his hand pushing down across his girth.
He let out a deep sigh as fresh air filled his lungs, his heartbeat loud and clear in his ears while his cock started to soften. He breathed out in relief, glancing downwards at your peaceful figure, none the wiser at what he’d done.
Now, to clean this up before you stirred again..
⋆。˚ ♡ toji: tries to will it away bc he doesnt feel like taking care of it, doesnt work. u wake up and take care of it for him
Toji grunted under his breath at yet another twitch of his erection, rubbing almost painfully against the starch material of his boxers. He'd been laying like this for a while now, achingly hard with you happily snoozing on his chest, unaware of the predicament he was in.
The rational decision to make here would be to wake you up, or even reach into his pants and get himself off, but it was a *little* hard to do that when one shuffle of his leg got him a whine of complaint and you shimmying back up on his body, getting yourself comfy again before falling back asleep.
And since Toji was *such* a gentleman, how could he disturb your beauty sleep and get himself off?
"Fuckin' hell..." Toji spoke softly, the pressure of your warm body laying on top of him, giving his dick the barest hint of stimulation driving him mad, slowly but surely. There was always the idea of grinding his hips up and jerking himself off with the plush of your thighs, but he knew that'd only result in you grumpily waking up from his cum coating you, glaring at him with those sweet eyes of yours, wiggling your pretty hips over his softening cock, and drowsily cursing him out for wasting his load on your leg like that-
A sharp pulse through his dick ceased his thoughts, making him loudly groan into the morning air. He heard you make a small squeak at the sudden sound, looking down and smirking. “Mornin’ princess” he greeted, his low voice carrying through the quiet air, much to your displeasure. “Y'ur hard…” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes and leaning your hips back to cradle over his tent. 
Toji grunted at the feeling of you lazily grinding down against him, laughing and placing his hands behind his head. “Yeah, I am. Whatcha wanna do about it?” his lips cracked open into a toothy grin, watching the way you sleepily glowered up at him, raising yourself up by the arms and pushing yourself backwards on his lap.
You stifled a yawn into your arm, your ass colliding with Toji’s sturdy abs and making you lose your balance for a small second, your eyes shooting open on instinct. “Careful, now” Toji replied, ever the helpful one as he looked you up and down decidedly. Despite your attitude in the mornings, Toji loved when you got like this, moody, sulking from being awake 'so early' as you'd put it, but not ever hesitating to make him cum all over your pretty fingers.
“You couldn't do it y'self?” you asked accusingly, now seated right below Toji's bulge, your smaller hand pressing down against his length. “Nah, you do it better” Toji said snarkily, watching your eyes roll as you slipped down his sweatpants. For as annoyed as you always looked when he woke you up with his hard on, your eyes almost glittered from how wide they'd get, staring at his thick cock poking out from the band of his underwear. 
“Go on mamas, it won't bite.” He teased, groaning under his breath at your hands quickly pulling the last piece of clothing off him, your fingers pinching over his tip to lube his cock with his pre cum. “Dirty girl..” he commented, his voice much too confident for your liking. “Zip it.” you glared up at him, watching him run his pointer and thumb across his mouth in a zipper motion, the silence immediately being broken when you squeezed your hand around the base of his cock.
With a kiss of your teeth, you quickly began jerking him off, your hand twisting up near the tip before slamming back down at the base, making him let out a pleased moan. He knew you loved when he got vocal, so he made sure to put a little more effort into telling you how good you were doing for him. His sugar sweet girl, so cute even when she was being so slutty like this, manicured nails struggling to meet as they stretched over the girth of his fat dick. Your cheeks flushed as you continued, trying to subtly wiggle your hips as his words sent jolts of arousal straight to your cunt.
“Don’t stop, baby, fuck-” Toji let out, head tilting to the side as he never took his eyes off of you. “You better make this up t’ me, Toji” You murmured, cheeks feeling hot at his heavy gaze, making you feel surrounded by him even as you laid across his flexed thighs. “Oh yeah? You want me to fuck you with my fingers after you make me cum? Make that pretty pussy squirt?” You barely stifled a whine at his brash words, Toji laughing under his breath when he felt the way you tried to grind down against him.
“Yeah, that’s what my girl wants. Fuck, c’mon and make daddy cum, lemme get my hands on you.” Toji groaned, chest rising up and down as you added your other hand to stroke him. He swore at the sight, his brain fogging with arousal at how even your two hands struggled to handle his dick. Toji’s mouth struggled to stay closed as he could practically *feel* how desperate you were now through the way your hands moved, milking his dick effortlessly and making the coil in his stomach tighten fast.
“Fuck- open your mouth baby, yeah that’s it, *shit*-” Toji’s arms came down to grip at your hair, holding your head still as your tongue lolled out of your mouth, drool beginning to run down the tip of it as he came on your face. You watched through your lashes at how his eyes rolled back, hand covering his face as he groaned lowly, warm cum coming out quickly and covering your lips. 
Your hands came to a stop when Toji’s iron grip on your hair loosened, his body falling back against the bed as you swallowed what had gotten in your mouth. You made a small sound of annoyance as your hand was now covered in Toji’s cum, your thumb rubbing against your plush lip and gathering a stray drop of cum from them. Glancing back down at your boyfriend, you could see him facing you yet again, a grin making its way back onto his face.
You yelped loudly as you felt your body get dragged up Toji’s body, hovering over his stomach with your legs spread open widely. “Whatcha doing with your panties still on? C’mon baby, show me what I wanna see.” Toji purred, licking his lips when you shyly brushed the crotch of your underwear to the side. “*That’s* right…”
⋆。˚ ♡ choso: wakes up and asks if he can fuck you
soft clicking across a keyboard filled choso's ears as his brain slowly came into conscious, a vision of you seated on your side of the bed, leaning back comfortably against the pillows as you typed away at your laptop. choso let out a shocked sound as he tried to scoot closer to you, his pajamas unreasonably tight around his crotch and making his body shiver with sensitivity.
You paused your writing at the noise, shutting it and turning your head over to him. "Good morning cho" You smiled down at him, the morning glow of the sun casting highlights across your chest and collarbones, the loose fitting night gown you sported hiding nothing from Choso's rapidly growing imagination. He felt his leg twitch up at another jerk up against the cotton of his pants, a quiet gasp getting pushed from his lips in surprise.
Your laptop had been placed on the floor by the bed at this point, your body turned over to face Choso while your fingers went to caress his flushed cheeks. “‘M hard” he croaks out softly, making you giggle and nod “I can tell, baby.” he pushes himself up with his forearm slowly, moaning under his breath when his dick grazed against his thigh. “Need you, c’mere, please” he rasped out, tossing the blanket off of him and watching how your eyes dropped down to his tent. 
Your body quickly came to lay back down next to his, lifting your nightgown up to reveal your bare body underneath. Choso moaned shamelessly at how you looked, running his hands across your soft stomach all the way down to the small slit hidden between your thighs. “Thank you, thank you, gonna make you feel good, promise-” he purred out, leaning down to kiss you as his thick fingers quickly made their way to pulling down his pants. 
“So needy, aren't you baby?” you teased lightly, watching excitedly as Choso’s hard cock bounced out of his boxers, slapping the dip of his abs with a quiet ‘pwip’ sound. He nodded along breathlessly, hands gripping the fabric of his underwear tightly as you spread your legs, grinding your bare pussy down against his shaft. You shuddered when you felt it twitch up against you, Choso poorly hiding a whine into his hand as he grabbed your hips, pressing his lips together and pulling his underwear down to his knees.
Your nightgown, previously bunched up midway up your tummy, was now being pulled off leisurely by you, Choso quickly coming to cup his hand underneath your chest. “Yes yes, thank you, won’t take long I promise- *ohh god*” he spoke, voice unsteady and breathy as he prodded his tip against your hole, eyes threatening to roll up when he felt how easily you sucked him in. 
You moved your hips down to meet with his cautious thrusts up, tightening around him as he slowly, so slowly inched his way inside of you. “Haahh- so tight” Choso vocalized, looking up into your eyes as he started to bottom out inside you. Choso had been made aware he was *much* bigger than average, so he’s always been extra careful when sheathing inside of you, mind being driven into filth at the way your pussy would so eagerly swallow him up, hole stretched wide over the base of his dick, your wetness seeping out and coating the front of his balls. 
“Need this so badly, need you” Choso chanted, your name feeling like pure sugar on his tongue as he moaned it. The way you felt, stretched taught all the way down to the bottom of his dick, wet and hot and tight as he reeled his hips back, sighing out so softly as he kissed along your neck made his body feel tingly with pleasure. 
To Choso’s credit, he was honest when he said he wouldn’t take long. With a simple plea in his ear, and a clench down around him, he was wordlessly rutting up into you, his thumb coming down to rub quick circles across your swollen clit. Breathless little ‘ah- ah- ah’s’ spilled from his lips into your shoulder as your leg hooked around his waist, hugging him close as he sloppily fucked into you.
“Sorry, ‘m already, *ah* already close, can I? Inside?” Choso asked, his words broken and strained as his hips effortlessly rammed up into your pussy, filling it out so perfectly that it was impossible not to dumbly nod along with anything Choso asked for. His eyes sparkled as they started to get misty, teeth clenching together while his hands held your hips still, abs tightening as his body chased after his orgasm that was rapidly approaching.
“Gonna cum, gonna cum, go-” Choso’s begs were cut off by your lips crashing down into his, his moans being drank down by you as he came instantly, shaking in your grasp as he thrusted up deeply into your pussy. The thumb on your clit never stopped as he came, stroking it alongside the bottom of the nub and whining at how it made you tighten down around him. “S-so *good*, can’ stop, plea-se” Choso cried into you, his arms stiffening into a tight grip that left no room to squirm or move away from him.
You whimpered and squeaked at Choso’s uneven, rapid thrusts up into you, his tip threatening to kiss your cervix as he sloppily rode out his orgasm inside you. You could feel the way his full balls emptied out as he grinded his hips down inside you, low groans vibrating against the skin of your neck and making you shiver when they reached your ear. You needily bucked up into him as his fingers pressed down onto your clit, eyelids lowering as your own orgasm was starting to form, just barely. Though, the feeling of tension left as soon as it came, Choso stopping his movements when he was done emptying his load inside of you
You made a noise of discontent as Choso’s thumb moved away from your pussy, clenching down weakly as he pulled out his softening cock from inside you. “Cho…I was gonna cum” You moaned, grunting as he flipped you onto your back. “I know..lemme use my mouth, please?” Choso uttered gently, his body crouched between your spread legs, with his eyes wide and hopeful staring up at you. You resisted the urge to smile as you nodded, shivering at how fast he dipped his head down between your legs
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pinkaditty · 3 months
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Can i pls request some facesitting headcanons for Satan, Mammon, Sitri and leviathan with a fem s!o? Thank you ❤️
hihi this was my first non-anon ask and yes ofc u can!! <3333
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summary: facesitting and pussy eating. how will the men of WHB handle it?
a/n: woohoo i've been excited to do this ask tbh!! like seriously i've really been looking forward to it!!!! the only one i don't know much abt is Mammon buuuuut i do know his personality and idiosyncrasy so im hoping that's enough to characterize him properly!
cw: fem!reader (sorry, the one time i don't do gn... I PROMISE GN NEXT TIME!!), reader has a vagina, facesitting, pussy eating, suffocating (leviathan), cardiophilia (Sitri), pygophilia (Mammon), spanking (Satan), male whimpering, masturbation, and lots of tongue usage. NOT PROOFREAD!
MINORS DNI AS USUAL!!!!! PLEASE RESPECT MY BOUNDARY! THANK YOU!
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Satan:
well. he does like spanking!
he won't say no to you sitting on his face ofc that's whatever, as long as he gets to spank your ass while he does it.
he especially doesn't care which way you're facing, because either way, there's an ass close enough for spanking. good enough for him.
will definitely just roughly massage and spank your asscheeks while he makes quick work of you with his tongue.
don't really know why but i think he's totally masterful at it.
knows exactly where your sweet spots are in seconds and abuses tf out of them.
pays especially close attention to the clit, and he's the most gentle with his tongue there. he doesn't mind spanking you, but he doesn't want to hurt you, especially not your sensitive areas. he won't mind if his nails leave a few marks, though.
he won't really stop until he's satisfied. you can't pull yourself off of him because you're not beating him in the strength department.
sorta thrusts his hips up into the air as he eats you out. gets painfully hard really quickly.
His nails, sharp as claws, dig into the skin of your ass, leaving deep bruises and small cuts. You groan painfully, curling your hands into fists and twitching at the sensation. You reach out and pull on his hair. He only grunts, continuing to draw soft circles around your clit with his tongue, smacking your ass once with his right hand before cupping your cheeks and pulling you closer to him. The sensation of his tongue swirling around your clit is almost enough to distract you from his nails still clawing into your backside. His tongue is gentle and slow, tracing soft circles around the sensitive nub. His pace is consistent; not so slow you'd lose your mind, but not so fast that you'd be overstimulated. He takes his time, even pausing gentle stimulation of your clit to lap at your hole, already dripping juices from how delicious it all felt.
This back and forth continues, at the same constant pace. Every time you reach orgasm, he smacks your ass again and continues on his pace, gently licking soft circles around your hardened clit.
At this pace, you'll hardly be able to take whatever devil energy he can give you.
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Mammon:
well. he's similar to satan in that he likes ass (similar to me too lol).
will probably be doing almost exactly like what Satan's doing, just with less spanking and more groping and general ass appreciation.
will definitely prefer you facing away from him so that he can really be immersed in ass.
he's really slow with it, though. like where satan will put you through multiple in minutes, mammon will give you one every agonizingly long stretch of time filled with not enough pleasure to get you off, but enough to keep you squirming and impatient.
he will find your sensitive spots, but rather than abuse them, he switches between them. he'll take his time getting you off. he's very slow with it, so much so that it almost feels like he's edging you (he sort of is but he's greedy he likes to savor it and take his time. he knows you're already his anyway. why not take his time?)
will lick stripes rather than circles. he will lick your clit directly instead of teasing swipes from a circular motion.
will also dive his tongue between your folds very often, lapping at your juices like a dog does water.
is constantly squeezing, groping, and rubbing his hands all over your ass, simply enamored by it regardless of size.
definitely without a doubt gets hard but probably won't acknowledge it. he's greedy for you, not his pleasure (though he absolutely will be later).
His tongue switches back to your clit, licking slow stripes, pushing the flesh up and down with his tongue. Idly, you wonder how he can keep at this for so long, but such a thought does not last- not when the repeated, slow motions scatter your thoughts with how ridiculously good it feels. You tense up, eagerly stifling your twitching and staying in place, feeling the pleasure build up at last. He keeps going, licking soft stripes up and down your clit, moving his tongue so masterfully rhythmically that barely a sound comes from his technique. You clench and unclench your hands, your eyes spin in your skull, your heartbeat quickens, and your breathing deepens. Surely this was it, surely--!
You feel the telltale motion of his tongue giving one last rough, prolonged stripe to your clit, before he switches back to your waiting hole, diving his tongue inside hungrily and dragging it along your insides, collecting all the juices his greed so desires. You curse, having been so close, and he teasingly squeezes your ass in return. You can feel him smirking into your folds.
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Sitri:
oh boy. ohohooooo boy.
he could care less which way you're facing. what matters is, regardless of the position you take up, your thighs are pressed directly against his ears. he can hear your heartbeat from afar but it's never enough.
will wrap his arms around your thighs to ensure that you stay put and to really press your thighs into his ears. he just cannot get enough of your heartbeat. thump, thump, thump...
is less careful with his fangs than the other demons. absolutely will not hurt nor bite you but when he's tonguing your folds the smooth edges of his teeth may slide against you. not painful.
is not very calculated with his technique but doesn't really need to be with your heartbeat as a dead giveaway. he just laps and laps tirelessly like a parched dog but somehow it hits the good spots.
honestly it's the way he does it that turns you on more than how it feels. how desperate each stroke feels is what really does it.
strokes with his tongue are wide, all-encompassing, and sloppy. he's drooling so much that it only makes you wetter.
buries his face as close as he can so he'll often pull back for air before burying himself again.
eats you out like he's never eaten anything before.
gets hard very quickly and will gently remove his hand from your thigh to jack himself off. does it quietly so you won't notice because he thinks it's embarrassing. eventually his muffled moans into your folds give him away and you just start riding his face. not that he minds.
He just keeps lapping. Like a dog at a water bowl after a long, dry walk. He just doesn't seem to stop. It feels good - almost too good. You writhe and twist, curling your toes from how delicious it feels, but you can't move much; his strong arms still holding you down in place and keeping your thighs hard pressed to either side of his face. He just has to listen to your heartbeat in his ears. He just can't get enough of it, of you. He keeps lapping, his tongue sliding between your folds, gentle but quick, sliding across your hole and just barely tickling your clit before he retracts and licks again. The buildup feels slow, but you've finished before you know it, the gentle tickles of your clit driving you to orgasm. Your whole body shakes and your eyes roll back, and he lets you ride it out, keeping up his gentle strokes against your clit. You shiver as sparks pop behind your eyes, slowly coming down from your high. He squeezes your thighs once more, and breaks away, taking a few deep breaths. The cool air hits your folds and you flinch, twitching just slightly at the sensation. As quickly as he pulled away, he dives back in, dragging his tongue across the length of your labia, gently slipping between to tease what's there. You groan, feeling sensitive, the continued motion making you feel overstimulated. You curl your toes, shifting yourself just slightly, trying your best to bear the overwhelming feeling. It just feels too good, the gentle drag of his tongue, the soft tease of your hole and clit, and the finality of it all before he immediately starts again. You can't take it.
You feel the pressure of his hand of your thigh gently lift. You can't be bothered to pay much attention to that until you hear the soft clink of a belt being undone, and you know what he's doing. You can barely smile in satisfaction due to overstimulation, but you manage, and reach down for his blue silky hair, pulling tightly on it. He moans, and stops lapping, simply holding his mouth open, preparing for you to ride him. He's practically shaking, trembling in silence except for the repeated sound of his hand sliding up and down his length.
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Leviathan:
the less he can breathe, the better.
literally. no if's and's or but's. the less he can breathe the better. surprisingly he's not much into choking you... rather he wants you to choke him.
and he doesn't care how you do it.
so suffocating under you while you take what you need from him, yeah! he is more than on board for that.
prefers you facing forward so you can use his nose to rub your clit on while your folds are spread over his lips, revealing your hole, perfect for him to stick his tongue into while you move back and forth over him.
this way, he can't breathe! and yeah, he gets off to that really fast.
will attempt to hold your hips as you ride him, but may be unable to focus much so he might claw his hands into the sheets.
while he's totally into this, you will have to lift off of him occasionally. but not for very long.
you can watch as his eyes roll back from the relief of finally being able to breathe, his face red as a cherry, his tongue lolled out and covered in your juices.
and then you sit right back down and he can't breathe anymore. but he's not complaining. at all.
he's thrusting his hips upwards, as though he's desperate to feel some friction. he's so into being suffocated, he can't even focus on his own arousal.
won't really touch himself. after your first orgasm or so he's already cum untouched.
for every one orgasm of yours, he's probably had one to three.
You're riding his face like you would a horse, using the chain between his horns as reins, pulling his face deeper into you. He obliges, following your pull ever so obediently, burying himself deeper into your folds. You're moving your hips along his face as fast as you can, his nose providing the perfect stimulation for your clit. You can barely see his eyes peeking over your thighs, but they're there, rolled back in ecstasy. His face is bright red, and he can't breathe. He's clinging to the sheets, gripping them tightly for some semblance of grounding, but he's too far gone.
You're much the same, dizzy and blissful from how good it feels. His nose is gently pressed into you, your clitoris rubbing back and forth over it. His nose supplies just the right amount of pressure, enough to send you over the edge. His open mouth and lolling tongue are perfect for catching your juices and teasing your hole, pressed right against it, and you feel every tremble and every moan. Sometimes he moves his tongue just slightly, circling your hole as you move. It makes you grip the chain harder, putting pressure on his horns, to which he moans rather loudly.
When you finally feel the orgasm coming, the building blissful pressure turning into a peak, your folds twitching with anticipation; you suddenly push the chain away from you, pressing his head into the sheets. Your hips follow him, pressing his face deeper into you and his head deeper into the pillows. His already jerking hips suddenly thrust into to the air, and you hear and feel a strangled moan as he reaches his peak, his whole body quivering as he soils his pants. You press deeper into him as you orgasm yourself, you clit quivering against his nose, your juices spilling into his mouth. For a moment, you stay like that, holding his chains so tightly they leave indents in your skin. Soon you release, letting go of his chains and lifting off of him a little, giving him a chance to breathe. He's twitching, all red in the face, and panting heavily, his mouth wide open, tongue lolling out. You only give him a minute before you sit right back on his face again. He moans, satisfied, and ready for another round.
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a/n: okay so perhaps i got a little carried away with my blatant displays of favoritism. perhaps. but it's not my fault!!!!!!!!! i like them submissive. :(
okok but anyway i hope you all enjoyed woohoo!! one more ask after this, but ill do pervert pt 3 before I answer that ask. anyways, please please please let me know if you all enjoyed it!! leave a comment, do a quick reblog, and submit an ask if you want something written just for you! im happy to write for you! thank you so much for reading! I really appreciate you!
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unknown number ; keegan. 1 of 3.
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happy birthday to the amazing and absolutely talented @divine--serenity !!!! i love you and ur gigantasaurus brain!!!! thank you for being there for me and i hope you enjoy <3333
warnings/tags: stalker keegan, retired keegan, stalking, perv keegan, fantasies, fem! reader, afab reader, choking, degradation, blowjob, possessive, marking kink, free use, mating press, panty sniffing, hidden cameras, photographing w/o consent, lemme know if i missed anything.
PLEASE READ. regular italics are flashbacks. bolded italics are fantasies that take place during flashbacks.
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this may be ooc in the sense that keegan wouldn’t be a stalker. he’s a fictional character, it’s not the end of the world for him to be ‘mischaracterized’, especially when this is an au. again, by clicking on read more you are making the choice to consume the content. again, do not try to make yourself the victim when you chose to read it.
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You never thought a simple ding from your phone would make your stomach drop, let alone send you into an anxious spiral. Feeling your heart threaten to pound out of your rib cage, and hearing the thump thump of blood rushing in your ears.
And yet, here you were. Practically jumping out of your skin from it.
All because you knew what it meant; another cryptic text from yet another unknown number.
No matter how many times you blocked one number, in its place would appear another number texting you the next day. Rinse and repeat.
Every text made your eyes widen as you stared at your phone screen, then gulping as you took a peek at your surroundings. The texts always included some type of detail that no one could know unless they were watching you at that exact moment you receive the texts.
The texts would reference your clothes or the way you were wearing your hair. Sometimes the texts would reference what you were eating or drinking — naming the exact latte that was in your left hand while your phone was being held in your shaky right hand.
You never answered them, obviously. You had that much sense.
No matter how easily you could just block and swipe the messages away, you couldn’t forget them that easily. The sinking feeling stayed with you the entire day, weighing heavy in your stomach like lead.
Even when you weren’t getting texts, that feeling remained. That feeling of being frozen with fear, looking over your shoulder with every step.
Your whole body felt like you were doused with ice water, shivering as if you were in the freezing cold but not actually feeling that temperature. The shakiness in your hands, your fingers quivering. Your teeth would chatter, no matter how much you tried to clench your jaw. Your legs felt unstable, like they were made of jello and might collapse under you at any moment.
That feeling would start the very second you hear that ding, and it wouldn’t end until you were in a deep sleep that night. Sometimes it wouldn’t even end then.
It all started about three months ago, in the peak of Autumn. When the weather was biting cold and you shivered from the harsh temperatures, instead of anxiety or paranoia.
The first time you received a text was on a Friday evening, right after you had gotten off work.
The cold air of the parking garage made you wrap your coat tighter, pulling the wool fabric flush against your stomach. You huffed as a shiver ran through your body, your breath visible in the air in front of you. Teeth chattering as you reached a mitten clad hand to press the elevator button labeled for the first floor, where you had parked your car in the morning.
Once you pressed that button, the elevator doors slid shut. You leaned against the elevator wall and gripped the metal rail — instinctually preparing for the brief dizziness that always comes with the sudden drop of the elevator.
You cringe and squeeze your eyes shut as you feel the elevator drop for a few moments, before slowing at the last few seconds and coming to a stop. You open your eyes with a sigh before pushing away from the wall, pocketing your hands in your coat as you waited for the elevator doors to open.
Once the doors opened, you fished your car keys out of your pocket and started walking in the direction of your car. It wasn’t parked very far from the elevator, as you kept this situation in mind when you parked this morning.
The parking garage was empty except for you, as far as you could see. Your steps echoed against the concrete walls. White strip lights flickered on the ceiling, the yellow tinged light poorly illuminating the parking structure as you made your way through the dark of night.
Your shoes scraped against the concrete as you walked, passing many cars but keeping an eye on your car. You could just feel the stress of the hard work day melting away by looking at your car, because it meant you were one step closer to being home — where you could shed your scrubs and take a nice bath, before curling up with a hot bowl of soup.
As you approach your car, your lips curl up in a grin at the thought. After a long day of dealing with an onslaught of complaining customers, ones who had a nasty habit of demanding a name brand prescription instead of a generic prescription, your head was pounding. All you wanted right now was some peace and quiet. You yearned to bundle up in blankets and warm yourself up with soup and hot chocolate.
With a press of a button on your car keys, you unlocked your car. The headlights blinked twice before staying on, the bright light hitting the concrete ahead of it. You reached for your car door handle and pulled it open, ducking down before sitting in the drivers seat.
Your teeth chatter as you sit in the cold drivers seat, pulling your coat closer to you again.
You took a moment to tilt your head back against the head rest, closing your eyes and bringing your hands up to massage your face. Groaning as you rub your eyelids, trying to rid the fatigue from your heavy eyes.
You were yanked from your thoughts when you heard a ding from your phone that was sitting in your lap. Your phone screen lit up with a notification, the bright light illuminating the dark of your car. Your brows furrowed as you look down at your phone, seeing that the notification was from a text message. You picked it up from your lap before swiping up to unlock it, and pressing the green message bar.
You wait a moment for the text to appear. Only for your brows to knit together once more as you stare down at your phone. Your brows furrow at the cryptic message sent from an unknown number.
You really shouldn’t sit in your car with the doors unlocked.
You felt your blood run cold and chills prick down your spine as your eyes skimmed the text over and over. You read it over and over, convinced that the letters would disappear from your phone altogether.
But the ominous text remained, no matter how many times you blinked or rubbed your eyes furiously. The words were almost burned into your brain, seared into your eyelids.
Your body moved on autopilot from that point forward.
You couldn’t lock your car doors fast enough before shoving the phone in the cup holder next to you. Then you practically punched the ‘start engine’ button as you stepped hard on the break, hearing the engine roar to life.
You could still hear your heart pound in your ears over the running engine as you sped out of the parking garage.
You went to bed without eating that night. You weren’t hungry anymore.
That number was the first among many of unknown numbers blocked.
After that, you tried to brush it off. You tried to forget it ever happened, forget that someone was there watching you in that parking garage, seeing you sit in your car. But you couldn’t shake it. You couldn’t shake that damn text message or that string of numbers that it was sent from.
The text was still burned into your brain, even as days passed.
You thought about it any time you picked up your car keys, feeling a chill run down your spine as you thought about that night.
You thought about it whenever you got into your car, especially when you were about to drive to and from work. A sense of dread would fill your stomach as you thought about what happened the last time you got in your car.
Finally, you thought about it whenever you got a notification on your phone. The second you heard a ding or a chime, your mind would be sent right back to that cold night in the parking garage.
The second text you got was three days after the parking garage.
It was the following Monday. You were wearing the same coat you wore in the parking garage, cursing yourself for not owning multiple coats, as it served as another reminder for that night. The noise of holiday music and chattering customers flooded your ears as you stood in line at your usual coffee spot.
‘Come on, come on…,’ You thought to yourself, practically crawling out of your skin with nerves. Ever since that night in the parking garage, something about being stuck in one place always made you very jittery. You felt like a doe stuck in a forest, about to be ensnared in a predators trap.
You felt so on edge ever since then. Always keeping an eye on your phone as if at any minute another text would pop up on your phone screen, labeled ‘unknown number’. You were afraid that you would get yet another text reciting some personal detail about you, one that they would only know if they were watching you at that exact moment.
Even as you were bundled up inside the coffee shop with your scrub shirt and thick sweater, you found yourself shivering at the memory of someone watching you as you sat in your car that night.
You tapped your foot as you waited for the line to move, listening to the woman in front of you drone on and on about her order being done wrong. It wasn’t lost on you that she was the one who ordered it wrong, and yet it was still somehow the baristas fault for not being able to read her mind and know what she actually meant.
You rolled your eyes because if that was her biggest problem, she had it pretty good. She didn’t have that itch in the back of her mind, telling her to look over her shoulder every five seconds. She didn’t have to worry about someone watching her every move, texting her things that they couldn’t possibly know.
“I did ask for a bigger size!” She barked, making you heave a sigh in annoyance — because she definitely did not ask for the bigger size of whatever coffee she wanted.
But of course, to shut the lady up and move the line along, the barista would be stuck with nodding, apologizing and ‘fixing’ her coffee. All for free.
It’s exactly what you would have to do at your own job. You would be stuck with placating customers who couldn’t admit when they made a mistake, putting up with their attitude and getting burnt out in the process.
Though after the incident in the parking garage, the antics of annoying customers started becoming the least of your worries. You would gladly take being yelled at by some high strung customers instead of jumping out of your skin when you heard a ringtone.
You sighed when the customer was finally done, knowing that your lunch break was dwindling by the minute.
You told them your coffee order and fished out your credit card before swiping it on the card reader.
When you caught a glimpse at the time on your watch, a glaring reminder that your break was ending soon, you waved away the baristas offer for a receipt with a polite smile.
Then you wasted no time in leaving the line and waiting for your name to be called at the end of the counter.
The minute you were waiting at the counter felt like five, with how much you kept glancing at your watch and looking over your shoulder. Your foot tapped away as you waited for the barista to finish brewing your coffee, your eyes skimming the crowd of customers around you.
You weren’t looking for anything specific, or more aptly, anyone specific. But something just felt… off.
When you heard your name being called by the barista, you pulled yourself out of your funk and turned back to see them holding out your order with a polite smile.
“Thanks, have a good one.” You took your coffee from their outstretched hand with a grin before turning to leave the coffee shop.
Your legs moved on autopilot as you almost jogged to the exit, desperate to be away from the crowd of customers. The screaming kids and chattering couples was all so overstimulating for you, especially when you needed to be aware of your surroundings.
You pushed open the door to the coffee shop, wincing at the gust of cold Autumn wind that hit your face as you walked outside.
Your shoes scuffed against the pavement as you walked on the sidewalk, glancing at your watch again to see how much longer you had in your lunch break.
You had a good ten minutes left before you had to clock back in.
You nodded with a sigh — it helped that your go-to coffee shop was only a short five minute commute back, even quicker on bus.
With a quick glance over your shoulder, you headed towards the bus stop on the street corner. Feeling that familiar itch in the back of your mind, your legs couldn’t move fast enough.
A few minutes passed before you were taking your seat on the bus, shivering as your scrubs came in contact with the cold plastic underneath you.
You savored the warmth of your coffee as you took a sip, enjoying the taste of sweet vanilla mixed with the slight bitter notes of espresso.
You shrugged your bag off your shoulder before placing it in your lap. Then you glanced at your watch again, counting down the minutes before you had to clock back in.
Your eyes wandered around the bus as it moved along the bumpy road, scanning the rest of the passengers. It was almost instinctual, the way your eyes surveyed the people around you and studied their behavior.
Some were parents, bouncing their crying infants on their thigh in an effort to shush them. Overwhelmed mothers carrying their baby in one arm and juggling a bottle in the other. The high pitched whining made you cringe inwardly, almost tempting you to dig through your bag for your earbuds to drown the noise out.
Others were just random people. Scrolling on their phones, unaware of their surroundings as their thumbs moved on their screens, typing and texting away.
All of them seemed blissfully ignorant as they were too buried in their own lives. Their own problems occupying all of their attention — no matter how trivial.
You could overhear other riders complaining about stupid things, things you would love to be complaining about.
You would love to be complaining about missed meetings and forgotten anniversaries, or petty arguments that held no substance.
You would love to be occupied with the most mundane problems, instead of worrying about being watched every minute of the day. Instead of looking over your shoulder with every other step.
Then suddenly, a shiver racks through your body as your phone dings in your purse.
That same ding that you heard that night in the parking garage.
You immediately felt your heart rate pick up at that noise, the pounding in your ears making your head ache. Your blood ran cold in your veins as you reached a shaky hand into your purse, digging through your bag and fishing out your phone.
It couldn’t be. It just couldn’t.
But it was.
Enjoying your latte? You take it with oat milk, right?
You almost started hyperventilating.
It only went downhill from there. Even more so.
The creepy messages got even worse and more frequent as days passed, soon turning into weeks.
They weren’t even just text messages anymore. They were private messages on social media, all from throwaway accounts with no profile picture or anything in the bios.
Your account is always the only name in their following list.
You should wear that perfume more often.
One message was sent, referring to a new perfume you had bought. One that you never posted about. One that never left the privacy of your bedroom nightstand.
That dress is gonna look great on you.
Another message would come a different day, referring to a flowy sundress you had bought from a department store. A dress that you never took a selfie in or posted about in any way. A dress that you never even took off of the hanger in your closet.
Ever since the texts grew more and more invasive and personal, delving into details that the stranger couldn’t possibly know, your mental health deteriorated even further.
You couldn’t go a single day without a panic attack, all crumpled up in a sniveling ball and hyperventilating.
You booked an appointment with your doctor for an anxiety medication, practically begging for the highest dosage you could get. You never missed a dose.
The medicine worked well enough, quelling your racing heart rate and preventing you from devolving into an immobile mess.
Besides the paralyzing fear that ran through your body whenever you heard that ding from your phone.
It worked decent enough — at least, until things started disappearing from your home.
It started with smaller things.
You would be looking for your favorite necklace when it’s nowhere to be found. You know it should be on top of your dresser, sitting in the little jewelry case — but it’s not there. The little jewelry case is empty. You even yank open your drawers and dig through your clothes to see if maybe it fell in your dresser somehow, but to no avail.
You write it up as just a simple misplacement. You probably just took it off during your shift and left it at work. Or maybe you left it in your scrub pants pocket, before tossing your clothes in the wash.
You couldn’t bring yourself to think about it too much. That anxiety medicine could only help so much.
Then you couldn’t find your favorite lip gloss. It was a small tube with a silver cap, intricate black lettering scrawled along the glass of the tube.
You rummaged through your makeup bag, maybe it had fallen to the bottom and was buried everything else. Then when you came up empty, you looked in your car. Maybe you set it down in the console when you were in a rush?
But no matter where you looked, just like your necklace, it was nowhere to be found.
Then bigger things started disappearing.
Like a matching set of lingerie.
The black lace bra you loved wearing, with the soft fabric that never chafed your skin, was nowhere to be found. No matter how much you rummaged through your drawers or your closet, you could never find that damn black bra. You looked through all of your dirty clothes and anything that was in the washer or dryer, and you would always come up empty.
The corresponding black lace panties were missing too.
No matter how much you painstakingly rummaged through your laundry, the panties were never to be found.
(….)
Keegan saw everything, from the very beginning.
The first time he saw you in person was in that parking garage. Though that’s not when his interest began.
He wore all black, complete with a black compression shirt and tactical pants, and combat boots. He also sported a black surgical mask and a black beanie. He blended in perfectly with the darkness of the parking garage. He watched you step off the elevator, wrapping yourself in your coat as you shivered. He could see your breath come out in puffs from the cold air. He drank in your vulnerable form as you walked next to a row of cars, completely unaware of him standing behind a concrete pillar near your car.
Completely unaware of him hiding a mere forty feet away from you. Phone burning a whole in his pants pocket and binoculars hung around his neck.
Anticipation built in his chest as he admired you from afar, squinting as he scanned your form for any detail he could make out at this distance. Then he raised his binoculars up to his eyes before adjusting the lenses accordingly, until your frame was perfectly focused.
His icy gaze burned into you as you walked away from the elevator, drinking in every detail he could get his eyes on. The way your hips swayed with each step. The way your scrubs were cinched at the waist, accentuating your figure. The way your hair was pulled up out of your face, revealing your bare neck for him to see.
He saw you wearing a delicate necklace, though he was too far away to see much else about it. What he did notice though, was that the charm on it was hanging low — nestled in between your breasts. Your cleavage was barely exposed because of your scrub top, but the dangling charm disappearing beneath the neckline of your shirt just made his cock throb in his jeans.
Only a few moments of looking at you sent his mind spiraling into conjured up images, images that made his heart race.
He wanted to lick stripes up and down the valley of your breasts, catching the cold chain of your necklace between his teeth. He wanted to nip and kiss at the sensitive skin of your tits, squeezing whatever breast he wasn’t worshipping with his mouth. He wanted to take a nipple in his mouth and suck, making whines fall from your lips before he bit down gently.
“Fuckin’ love these tits. Can’t get enough of them.”
He couldn’t wait to hear how your whines sounded, or how your skin tasted on his tongue.
All he could think of as he saw your neck on display was how he would mark it up, littering your neck with bites and saliva. He could just imagine himself gripping your jaw with his big gloved hand, tilting your head to the side to give him more room. More room to dive into the crook of your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses and bites into the sensitive skin.
Then he thought of wrapping a muscular arm around you and gripping your throat with a rough hand as he pounded into you from behind. He could imagine your heartbeat thrumming under his fingers. He imagines your hands clutching onto his arm as he squeezes just enough to make you dizzy, all while thrusting his hips into you. He imagines your juices and his precum mixing, making little wet sounds with each thrust. He imagines you letting out little whines of pleasure as he fills you up with his cock, stretching you out just for him. He imagines your cry as he angles his hips to thrust further, hitting that sensitive spot inside your soaking cunt. Your breath would hitch.
“Oh, you like that, huh? So fucking tight.” He all but growls into your ear, husky and full of gravel. Lips hot against your ear, sending shivers down your spine as you clench around his cock.
“Such a needy fuckin’ pussy.” He grounds out into your ear, his voice rough and unbridled with lust. “So fucking soaked, doll. Knew you wanted me.”
He imagines your pretty face contorted in ecstasy as you howl out his name, just like you should be. He imagines your tight pussy clenching and squeezing around his throbbing cock, milking him for all he was worth as you squirt around him.
“Atta’ girl,” he would croon in your ear as you cried out, your cunt spasming around his cock. “You just needed to get filled, huh? Needed me to fuck you stupid?”
Finally, he imagined rutting into dripping cunt and emptying his warm load into you. He imagines the pearlescent liquid dribbling down your thighs.
“Feel that? All stuffed full of my cum, just dripping out of that cunt?”
His erection throbbed in his pants at the thought, but he just kept looking at you walking across the parking garage.
Patience was a virtue, one he barely had. ‘Barely,’ he thought as he snapped a photo of your walking form.
He saw your lips curl up into a grin as you approached your car, and his eyes narrowed. When he catches a glimpse of your glossy lips, his mouth quirked into a similar grin, teetering on the edge of a smirk, under his mask. The sheer wash of cherry that tinted your plump lips only made his yearning grow.
He wanted to cup the back of your neck with his gloved hand and pull you to him, smashing his lips to yours. He wanted to devour you, slotting his mouth against yours and tasting the hint of fruit from the lip gloss. He wanted to nip your bottom lip between his teeth and force you to open your mouth with a gasp, letting him slip his tongue inside. He wanted to taste you wholly and completely — savoring every last trace of flavor. Toothpaste, mouthwash, tea, coffee. Anything.
The more he stares at your shiny pout, the more he slips into the fantasies that clouded his mind.
He could just imagine you on your knees, settled in between his legs as you looked up at him with your pretty eyes. All glossed over, just like your lips, as tears brimmed along your lower lash line. He imagines your glossy lips wrapped around his cock, completely enveloping him in your warm, wet mouth. He imagines the gags and whines you let out as you force yourself to take him to the base, feeling the scratch of his hair against your nose. He imagines his calloused hand gripping your hair and using it to hold your mouth down on his cock.
“That too much for ya’, doll? Hmm?” He imagines himself crooning down at you with a sickly sweet voice, mimicking a show of concern. “You chokin’ on it?”
He imagines the whimper you let out around his cock as you struggle to accommodate his girth, trying to breathe through your nose and relax your throat. Then he would see the tears trailing down your cheeks and he would laugh.
Keegan would be yanked from his filthy thoughts when your car’s headlights flash a few times. You were walking up to your car, only a few feet away from the hood of your car. Which put you only fifteen feet away from the concrete pillar that he was hiding behind.
His heart pounded in his ears. He’s never been this close to you before.
It took every fiber of his being to not just dart out from the shadows and snatch you up; wrapping his strong arms around your exhausted form and drag you away. No matter if you were kicking or screaming.
He put the binoculars down and let it hang around his neck once more. He didn’t need it now that you were this close to him.
His eyes followed you as you opened your car door, burning into you as you ducked your head to sit in the drivers seat.
His hand moved almost on autopilot as he dug in his pocket, fishing out his phone.
Click. One shot of you right as you sat in the drivers seat, but before you shut your door.
Click. Another shot of you sitting in the drivers seat, but this time through the glass as you had shut your door.
Click. A shot of you with your head tilted back against the head rest, your eyes fluttered shut.
A perfect example of how you would look splayed across his bed, your head thrown back against his pillow and your eyes clenched shut in pleasure.
Click. A shot taken a split second after the previous one, with your hands rubbing your face in exhaustion.
Then he noticed something that made his brow furrow.
You never locked your car doors.
All he could think about as he swiped away from the camera on his phone, was how irresponsible and reckless that was. Didn’t you know that locking your car was one of the first things you should do after you get in your car? Someone like him could just yank your door open and drag you away, stuffing you in their car.
So he couldn’t help himself when he clicked on your number in his contacts. It was already long saved in his phone, ready to be used and abused.
You really shouldn’t sit in your car with the doors unlocked.
He watched as your phone screen illuminated your face, indicating that you had just received his text. He watched as your hands come down from your face and your eyes dart down to your lap, presumably where your phone lay.
His lips stretched into a self indulgent, almost hungry, smirk as he watches your expression shift from tired confusion to that of a frightened doe. All wide eyes and shaky gasps.
He couldn’t help but snap one last photo, perfectly capturing your fragile and scared state.
He watched you speed out of the parking garage, leaving black skid marks on the grey concrete.
He was in no hurry to follow you, though.
He only had to look down at his phone to see where you were going. On his phone was a map with a moving green dot, indicating the tracker he planted on your car.
Later that night, he couldn’t help but chuckle as he sees that your contact was no longer available. You had blocked him. On that number, at least.
The next time he saw you was a few days later, during your lunch break.
He tailed you right from the very moment you stepped out of the lobby of your work. Always keeping his distance, letting a few civilians act as a barrier between him and yourself. Always keeping his eyes trained on your white beanie, making sure you don’t stray too far.
He always needed his eyes on you.
He studied you as you walked the short commute to your favorite small coffee shop. You were all bundled up in the same coat from that night. You were still wearing the same mittens, too. Just one look at the thick wool fabric made his lips curve into a grin, serving as a reminder of that unforgettable night — the first night he ever saw you in person.
He saw you look over your shoulder every minute or so, wearing that same frightened expression you wore in the parking garage. All wide eyed and panicked. A sick part of him enjoyed it.
He reveled in it.
He reveled in every wide eyed peek over your shoulder until you had arrived at the coffee shop. It was cute how you scurried inside the door, almost like you knew you were being followed.
A few more civilians filed in behind you, still providing that safety net that kept you from spotting him.
He didn’t miss a beat in stepping inside behind you.
He sauntered over to the dim corner of the shop, sinking into one of the wooden chairs. He pretended to scroll on his phone to avoid rousing suspicion, eyes darting up to look at you every few seconds.
With every glance he snuck at your figure, he savored any details he could get his eyes on. He easily tuned out the noise of chattering customers and screaming children as he looked at you, drinking you in.
As his eyes burned into your face from afar, he felt endlessly grateful for the daylight illuminating your features properly. Especially as you stood underneath the light fixtures in the cafe, the light hitting the high points of your face just right. The shadows accentuated your bone structure and your lips.
He notices how your hair is tied up and out of your face, revealing your neck — just like it was that night. Realistically, he knows you tie it up out of convenience. But some desperate part of him doesn’t care why, he just knows that he wants to mark your neck all up and claim you as his own.
Then he studies your body language. You unconsciously biting your lip. Your foot tapping on the wooden floor, a clear sign of nerves and impatience. He’s sure that you’re itching to get out of there and get back to work, away from his prying eyes.
His eyes remained glued onto you as the line moved, committing every little expression you made into his memory. Every eye roll brought forth by the annoying customer in front of you. Every exasperated sigh that fell from your pretty lips.
His lips spread into a full blown grin when you fish your phone out of your pocket, sparing it a quick glance to check for notifications. Your eyes would always be a bit wide when you glance down at your phone, as if you were expecting a text from him any moment now.
You reminded him of a wounded doe, with its ears pinned back and tail tucked between its legs.
He loved how he affected you. How even now, he could see a shiver rack through your body, when you were bundled up with layers of clothing. He had a sneaking suspicion that you weren’t shivering from the weather, though. He knew you were shaking from nerves.
When he sees that there were only two customers in front of you, Keegan’s legs moved on their own. He felt himself get up from his seat in the dim corner and step into the line. Right behind you.
He could hear his heart pounding in his ears. You were so close. So close.
He could smell the slightest of traces of your perfume, notes of vanilla and fruits hitting his nose with every inhale.
His hands twitched at his sides, desperate to just reach out and touch you. He was itching to just reach forward and feel you, to get his hands on any part of your body he could touch.
He wanted to finally feel your soft skin under his calloused touch, gripping it in his hold after admiring it for so long. He wanted to finally grab your face in his hands and capture your lips in his, slotting his mouth against yours. He wanted to finally feel your plush lips all wet and slippery from his ministrations, swallowing every whine and moan that fell from your pretty lips.
“Love these lips. Dreamt of kissing them for so long.” He would murmur against your mouth, only giving you a moment of reprieve before diving back in. He would nip and bite at your lip, savoring every yelp and whimper that tumbled from your mouth. He would smirk against your mouth.
He couldn’t help but imagine how your mouth would taste. He could imagine the sweet notes of your vanilla latte mixed with the sweet flavor of your lip gloss.
He knew every part of you would taste just as good.
Then he was pulled, yanked out of his thoughts as he heard your voice, for the very first time. It was the perfect pitch, no matter how high or low it was. It made his chest fill with warmth all the same.
“Can I have a large hot dirty chai latte?” He heard you ask the barista, in that perfect, cute voice of yours. He committed every single syllable to his brain, every lilt and cadence.
He overheard the barista’s chipper reply as he slipped out of the line.
Only a few minutes would pass before he was boarding the bus, taking his seat in the middle. Sitting next to a chunk of unassuming passengers, letting him blend right in as you stepped on the bus.
All shivering and on edge, your bag hanging from your shoulder while one hand grasps at the metal railing and your other hand is holding your hot latte.
His eyes followed you as you walked, crinkling at the edges as you just so happened to choose a seat right in his line of vision.
Just like that night in the parking garage, his lips quirked into a sick grin as he brought his phone out of his pocket. Keeping his phone hidden in his lap, only barely tilted up enough for the lense to catch a glimpse of you. It wouldn’t be the best shot, but it would do.
Click. He snapped a photo of you sitting there, your cold hands cupping your warm beverage as you took a sip.
Click. Another photo of your eyes fluttering shut for a split second as you savored the warmth from your latte.
The more he stared at your expression, the more he wanted to be the source of it. The more he needed to see your face etched with fear and paranoia. Brows all furrowed and eyes widened, pulse thrumming on your neck in a panic.
So he pocketed his phone before fishing in his other pocket to retrieve a burner.
What other choice did he have when you blocked him?
Enjoying your latte? You take it with oat milk, right?
He heard the ding from your purse just like you did.
Your expression sure didn’t disappoint. Your eyes widen and your breathing picks up, coming out in little gasps as your shaky hand reaches into your bag.
He can’t help but laugh when you reread the text, your eyes skimming the screen over and over as if it would make the text disappear if you read it enough. As if it would make him disappear.
You couldn’t be more wrong.
A few hours had passed by the time he was driving into your apartment complex. The sun was already setting. You were still at work, picking up your usual overtime shift.
Leaving your apartment empty for him.
It had a piss poor level of security, which disappointed him for your safety but worked out just fine for him.
There was no code to gain access to the apartment complex. Just some gate that used a motion detector and let anyone in. Then the entrance to your apartment was on the outside, instead of the inside of a big building.
No doorman, no elevators, no security systems.
He couldn’t believe his luck.
The corners of his lips quirked up under his mask as he walked up to your front door, backpack slung over his shoulder. Dressed in all black, just like that night in the parking garage. Latex surgical gloves slipped on his hands.
He knelt in front of your front door, his knees resting against the hard concrete. The small metal rods felt cold in his gloved hands as he began to pick the lock, sliding the rods inside and angling them around. He pressed his head against the door, right next to the lock so he could hear the telltale click of the door unlocking.
Just a few more twists and turns and then.. click.
A pleased rumble came deep from his chest as he rose from his knees. He took a brief look around the hallway to make sure no one could see before he took the long awaited first step into your home.
He was immediately hit with that comforting, sweet smell the moment he stepped inside. Your smell.
It was dark when he walked in, you had turned off all of the lights when you left that morning. He pulled out his phone that was burning a hole in his pocket, tapping the screen to use as a flashlight.
He patted along the wall, feeling around for a light switch.
When he found one, he flicked it on and watched as light flooded the entrance of your apartment. He reached behind him to lock your front door.
The entrance led directly into the kitchen, the small island scattered with a few empty coffee cups and a wilted potted plant. It wasn’t terribly dirty by any means, just a bit of clutter as a result of rushing to work. The dying plant was a result of being too busy to take care of something else.
His icy eyes moved to survey the rest of your home. He was eager to drink in every detail he could, especially after waiting so long.
He walked into your living room that was connected to your kitchen. It was small, but good enough for one person. Soon it would be good enough for two.
His eyes landed on your couch. It looked comfortable enough. The cushions were large and fluffy, perfect for you to be nestled against while his fingers or cock were buried inside your cunt.
Which is exactly what he imagined at that very moment.
He imagined your naked and vulnerable form caged underneath him as he straddles you. His big, calloused hands rested on your stomach, thumbs tracing small circles in your hot skin. Your head laid on the armrest as you stare up at him with glossed over eyes. Pupils blown wide with lust. Little gasps leaving your pretty bite-swollen lips as your breasts heave with each pant. That same necklace you always wore resting against your tits.
His tongue darts out to wet his lip, hungrily eyeing your breasts. His hands move to cup your tits, not caring to be gentle as he squeezed and groped at the sensitive flesh.
“Love these fuckin’ tits, bunny.” He mutters as he dips his head down to take one nipple in his mouth, sucking it with a growl that vibrated against your skin. You whine quietly, bucking your hips against his clothed thigh. He could feel wetness soaking through his jeans as your wet cunt grinded against his thigh. He nips at the swollen bud, tugging the nipple between his teeth and pulling just a bit before letting go with a pop.
“Could suck ‘em all day.” He bites the skin around your nipples, leaving indentations in your flesh. “And you’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’d like it if I marked you all up, huh? Ruined you for anyone else.”
He could feel your hips buck against his thigh again, all needy and sensitive and desperate to be filled. So fucking soaked.
“Any other man.” He pinches your other nipple.
“What? Gonna pretend you wouldn’t like me ruining you for anyone else?” He would press, eyes staring up at you as you bit your lip. Simultaneously trying to silence your moans and your answer to his condescending question.
“Oh, not talking? That’s alright.” His eyes crinkle at the edges, before he moves down your wriggling body. All the way until he reaches between your legs. He wrestles your legs so they’re resting over his shoulders, his strong arms snaked around your thighs. Keeping you locked in place.
“I’ll let your pussy do the talking for you. She’s always honest for me.” He’s cruel and teasing with his touch, almost like revenge for your show of silence. For your stubbornness.
Your cunt squeezed around nothing as his breath hit your sensitive skin.
His thick finger works to spread your slick along your slit, feeling your juices coat his digit. You couldn’t hold back your gasp. Gathering your wetness on that finger, then rubbing it against his thumb. Watching with an almost fascinated look as a string of juices connected between his finger and his thumb.
“Wow. She’s so wet for me.” He murmured casually as he dips his finger just inside your slit again, only pushing in one inch. Just enough to observe your reaction as you got the slightest bit of penetration. Then he pulls his finger out.
“Look. Look at that, pup. Look at how wet she is for me.” He shows you his soaked finger, all slick and slippery with your juices. Still referring to your pussy like she’s her own person, and not something that belongs to you.
He didn’t miss how your cunt pulsed at his words.
“She soaked my finger. Barely even touched her and she soaked it.” Was all he crooned before he was shoving his wet finger in your slack jawed mouth, forcing you to taste your own juices. You whimper around his finger as you suck it clean, your brows furrowed and your eyes glossy. “Oh, good girl. Don’t even have to tell you what to do and you’re already suckin’ it clean.”
He pulls it out of your mouth with a pop.
“But now I think I wanna taste her for myself.”
His mouth came down hard on your waiting cunt, his tongue making quick work to devour your juices. Licking a flat stripe up and down your slit, savoring the flavor of your wetness.
He’s messy and sloppy in the way he eats your pussy. Making obscene noises as he groans against your cunt, tongue dipping inside and lips sucking on your clit. Hands digging into the skin of your thighs as he pries your legs apart impossibly further.
You feel him smirk against your cunt as he hears you whine and moan in unbidden pleasure.
“Mm? You like that?”
You couldn’t help but nod over and over, just wanting him to keep licking you. Keep touching you. But of course, he couldn’t make it that easy.
“No, no, no. I need to hear you say it.” His fingers trace around your slit as his breath fans against your entrance. Your hips buck desperately against his face.
“Look at how fuckin’ loud she is for me. Hmm?” He dips two thick fingers into your slit, rubbing your pussy just enough to make wet sounds but not enough to actually penetrate.
“Why can’t you be that loud, huh?” He asks against your thigh.
You swallow.
“Please, please! Keegan, plea—,” Your pleas would be cut off by your own moans as his tongue dives back in, his fingers accompanying his mouth.
You throw your head back against the armrest with a cry as his arms pull your pussy impossibly closer to his mouth.
“Love this fuckin’ pussy.” He moans into you, suckling on your swollen clit and pumping two fingers into you. His tongue kept moving along your pussy, licking along your lips before kissing and sucking the sensitive skin.
His fingers never stopped moving. His thick fingers kept feeling around inside your soaking cunt, exploring every bit of warmth and wetness.
He drinks in every moan and whimper and cry that fall from your lips as he eats you whole, feeling you draw closer and closer to the edge with each lick and pump.
“What if I just.. curl my fingers like this?” He asks, mouth still flush against your pussy as he curls his two fingers at just the right angle. The perfect angle to hit that spongey spot over and over.
He laughs against your pussy as you wail his name, feeling your orgasm rock through you. You squirm and writhe in his snake like hold as you squirt on his tongue and fingers. Your juices absolutely soaking his chin and palm.
He forces himself to shake off those thoughts in favor of surveying other parts of your home.
Feeling his cock throb in his pants, he moves on to the most anticipated part of your home. Your bedroom.
A smile stretches across his face as he takes a moment to study your most sacred place.
You had decorated your room the best you could afford, with what little time you had too. You had hung some decorative lights along the ceiling that glowed a warm white, and you had hung some paintings along the walls.
Your dresser had some trinkets scattered along the top, some unlit candles and a fake succulent plant. One thing caught his eye, though. Your jewelry case that was sitting there, filled with a few rings and earrings. But what really caught his eye was that your favorite necklace was sitting there too. That same necklace he saw you wearing in the parking garage.
His hand moved on autopilot. Before he knew it, he was snatching the necklace up and pocketing it.
Then his eyes caught onto a lip gloss that was perched on your drawer. He just knew it was the one you wore in the parking garage.
He slipped that into his pocket, right along side your necklace.
Then his eyes landed on your bed. It looked so comfortable and sturdy, perfect for him to fuck you into the mattress on.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You cry out as he pounds into you. Your legs pressed against your chest and his arms caging you in, keeping you locked in a mating press. Your breasts bounced with each thrust, making him dip his head down to take a nipple into his mouth. His eyes are staring up at you, grinning at your fucked out state. All glossy eyes and bite-swollen lips.
“Yeah, you like that?” He croons against your breast.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah—,” You nod, babbling mindlessly as you feel that knot in your stomach tightening.
He smirks against your skin, before biting it.
“Aw, yeah. I know, bunny.” He coos, hips never faltering as he felt your cunt squeeze so perfectly around his cock. “Especially right… here. Hmm?” He angles his hips to be able to pound into you even sharper, reaching that sensitive spot with every thrust.
“Oh!” You wail, clutching at his back as he reaches down to rub at your swollen clit.
He shakes his head, forcing himself to move on from that image.
Then his eyes caught onto your perfume that was sitting on your nightstand.
Vanilla and fruity, all sweet and comforting.
He couldn’t help himself as he sprayed a few mists of the perfume in front of him.
He inhaled, and he only felt the throbbing in his pants grow.
He moved on to your closet.
He took his time in flipping through your hung up clothes, squeezing the soft fabric in his gloved hands. Imagining you in every outfit that he saw in front of him, imagining your tits peeking out in every dipping neckline or bikini that he saw.
Until he came across a sundress. All flowy and lightweight. Pastel blue with white silk straps and a little white bow in the front, right where the neckline plunged.
The skirt of the dress didn’t leave much to the imagination.
He could tell if you were wearing it now, it would end right at mid thigh. If the wind was blowing, the dress would fly up and give a clear view of your skimpy little thong or bikini or whatever other panties you wore.
That kind of dress would give someone him easy access to do whatever they pleased.
He could just imagine you standing in your kitchen, washing dishes as you wore that damn dress. Your hands all wet and covered with suds as you scrub at a plate. He cages you in from behind by planting his hands on the counter on either side of your body. He brushes himself up against your ass, rubbing his throbbing cock against you.
“Feel what you do to me, dolly?”
You drop the plate into the sink and you quietly gasp, heart pounding in your ears as you feel him grinding against you. His mouth comes down to the crook of your neck to leave open mouthed kisses, stubble scraping your skin.
“Don’t stop on my account, doll.” He murmurs against your ear, before sucking a rough bite into the crook of your neck.
You pick up the plate and go back to scrubbing, all while feeling his mouth move along your skin. Down your neck, to your shoulder blades. His hands move from their place on the counter and cup your tits, squeezing them in his big hands. He can feel your nipples hardening under the thin fabric of the dress.
“Fit so damn perfect in my hands.”
You gasp as he tweaks your nipples over the fabric. His hips rock against your ass again, making you whimper. Then his hands trail down your stomach and all the way to the skirt of your little dress. His big hands splay under your dress, his hot skin burning against your cold flesh. He gropes and squeezes at your hips, loving how soft it is under his hands. Then he gives that same treatment to your godsent thighs. So fucking strong and soft all at once.
“Love these hips. These fuckin’ thighs, fuck. ” Speaking of thighs, you can’t stop rubbing your thighs together. Your stomach was filled with heat the more he grinded his cock against your clothed ass.
That heat only grew and grew as he unzipped his pants and freed his cock from his boxers. It was already throbbing and swollen, the tip an angry shade of red.
“Got me so hard already, bun.”
He uses one hand to lift your dress and pull your panties to the side, revealing your soaking wet cunt. Then he uses his other hand to guide the head of his cock and rub it against your slit.
Your breath hitches as the tip of his cock breaches your folds, your hands coming to a screeching halt.
You hear him groan against your neck as he pushes further in, fraction by fraction until he was buried to the hilt. You throw your head back involuntarily, mouth gaping open as he filled you so fucking good.
You just wanted him to move. You needed him to move.
“C’mon, love. Keep workin’ or I’m not moving.”
You whimper, forcing your hands to keep moving and scrubbing, despite the pleasure flooding your nerves.
“Atta girl.” Was all he murmured in your ear before he started thrusting into your tight cunt.
He pulled himself out of his own fantasy for what felt like the millionth time, knowing you would be getting off work soon.
He was just about to turn and leave your room when he spotted your laundry hamper sitting in the corner. His legs moved on their own accord as he walked to your bin of dirty laundry.
There was only a few articles of clothing sitting in the hamper, but only one caught his eye.
A pair of teal panties. Used panties.
Before he knew it, he was reaching down into the hamper and picking up the panties. He noticed a wet spot right on the crotch, one that must have come from your wet cunt earlier that morning.
His cock twitched as it sat painfully hard in his pants as he imagines your wet pussy nestled right against the very fabric he was blessed enough to be holding right now.
He couldn’t help himself as he pulled his mask off and lifted the fabric up to his face, taking a whiff of the wet spot.
He just couldn’t believe that he was smelling your fucking essence.
While he was holding your panties up to his face, his other hand was hard at work unzipping his pants and fishing his cock out of his boxers.
It sprung up against his stomach right away, he was so fucking hard. Especially after all of the fantasies that have been trapped in his fucked up head.
“Fuck, smell so fucking good.”
He groaned as he inhaled again, your scent filling his nose perfectly. He immediately started stroking his hard cock, wrapping his hand around his shaft and squeezing with each stroke. Up and down, up and down.
He would take a huge inhale of your scent with every breath he took. As he sniffed the wet fabric, he went back to those fantasies in his head. All of those images of him pounding you from behind. Images of you on your knees. Staring up at him with glossed over eyes, tears running down your cheeks as he came down your throat. You moaning his name as he finger fucked your needy pussy. The sounds of your wet cunt and your juices mixing with his precum.
He felt that knot in his stomach build up unbelievably quick as all of those images run through your head.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
The more he imagined your sweet fucking voice moaning his name as you squirt around his cock, the closer he got to shooting his load on your bedroom floor.
His fist moved faster around his cock, twisting at the head and rubbing at the tip. Hissing at the sensitivity and bucking his hips as he felt himself growing dangerously close to cumming.
To push himself over the edge, he brought the panties down to his throbbing cock and used them to finish stroking.
“God, fuck!” He would all but shout as he shot rope after rope of his hot cum onto your bedroom floor.
He panted as he stroked himself through his orgasm, letting the aftershocks ebb away.
Once he caught his breath, he adjusted himself back in his boxers and zipped his pants back up.
Then he couldn’t help himself as he shoved those pair of panties into his backpack that was still on his shoulder.
After making sure everything looked the same, all he had left to do was plant the cameras.
He planted the first one in your bedroom, right above the window. It would be too high for you to see it but high enough for him to get a good view of everything in your room.
He planted the second one in your living room, right underneath your television. It was black so it would blend in with your television perfectly.
He planted the last one in your kitchen, right on top of your high cabinets. It would be way too high for you to notice, let alone remove, but it would be a perfect view for him.
Within five minutes he was out of your apartment, using the same lock pick equipment to lock it behind him.
All he had to do was look down at his phone to see the video feed of the cameras he planted.
Now he could watch his bunny you any time he wanted.
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Omg can u do their reaction to their s/o trying to dom them ? Thanks I rlly love ur writings!! <3333
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ENHYPEN HYUNG LINE REACTION TO THEIR S/O TRYING TO DOM THEM
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HEESEUNG
He's honestly gonna be in awe, wide eyes sparkling as he watches u straddle him and grind against him. When his hands move to touch u, u slap his hands away
"u can't do that without asking me baby" u would whisper in his ear and trust that he almost comes on the spot. He didn't know he had a single submissive bone in his body but the way u are using him for your pleasure, grinding on his dick like ur favorite dildo, moaning and throwing your head back in ecstasy, oh he's down bad honestly.
"Please put it in y/n, p-please baby" He'd start whimpering in no time. Just straight up begging u to fuck him. Loves when u take control, just loves to pleasure u every which way, doesn't matter if you're the one in control. He'll beg u like the pussy drunk freak that he is.
JAKE
Swoons. He would be so shocked when u use his belt to tie his hands behind his back, so shocked that he forgets to stop u or resist against it. Watches u nervously as u unzip his pants and undress his lower region, just playing with his dick. his hips instinctively thrust up, tip already leaking cuz something about watching u play with him is so hot. U slap his thigh to keep him still
"Be a good boy and don't cum till I say so yeah?" U say running ur tongue over his swollen cockhead and he chuckles in nerves cuz what the fuck? Good boy? But also gulps when he sees how serious u look and how much he secretly enjoys watching u like this.
He'll start crying mid way, he's not used to being edged so many times, his dick hurts so bad and u won't let him cum. Tears are falling from his eyes, your name falling from his mouth as he cums without ur permission. Poor baby was just too turned on.
JAY
Honestly he's baffled. You turned him around in the middle of sex, your hips now straddling him while u ride him cowgirl, you hold his hands above his head as u slam your hips down into him, working and swiveling your hips like you've never done before and he's in heaven. His cock throbbing in pleasure, reaching deep inside of you, watching with lust filled eyes how u slowly lose yourself in pleasure. He cums instantly but u don't stop, overstimulating his dick to the point that it's overwhelming
"Y/n-fuck, let me eat u out just-just stop"
but you're looking into his eyes and moaning out loud, his dick feels too good in u
"Be a good boy and take it"
Well, he's gonna get hard inside of you again. Aroused and throbbing beyond belief.
You are in for a long night.
SUNGHOON
Don't even try it with him. He'd watch u with a sly smile, just letting u do ur thing as u try to take control, tying his hands up on the bedpost and grinding against him, his dick nestled deep inside of you
"Beg for me" ur sweet voice would whisper and his smirk grows
"Yeah? want me to beg sweet baby?" He caresses ur cheek softly, watching in amusement at how u nod.
The next thing u know, he's turning u around, u squeal as he folds u in mating press, thrusting deep inside of your cunt. Grunting at how good u feel like this. Honestly the ties on his hands were too weak and he could have taken control before, but the way you looked so fucking adorable trying to dom him made him wait and watch.
"u r so cute baby, now be a good fucking girl and let me pound your tight pussy all night long"
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Fluff/crack hc
Dorm leaders get Kabedon by an S/O who didn't know they kabedon'd the Dorm leaders cus Yuu wanted to get their attention and say something they deemed important
A/N: Sorry for the long wait! Studying in another country is taking a lot more out of me than I thought it would, and I've been pretty drained of motivation ;;;;. Hopefully it gets better once I get more used to living here and used to being so far from my friends and family, but I'll see where it takes me! I do see all the requests and I'm very grateful for all your support and kind comments- they're all getting be through these times <<3333 I couldn't thank you all enough for your support and I'll get back into my groove soon I hope!
Riddle:
"-and as of right now, there are currently fifteen students who have told me that they will be unable to complete their tasks necessary for the upcoming unbirthday party which, unfortunately, means-" He rambled, shuffling the impressive amount of papers he was currently holding in his arms- all annotated and marked appropriately and according by date and subject. He was walking through the main hallway with the prefect after classes and was currently incredibly stressed about the events that had unfolded since he woke up. 
First, he had gotten several messages about things that had gone wrong yesterday due to a brutal storm that had run its way through his dorm overnight; consisting of ripped-up bushes, frightened animals, and overturned tables (not to mention the countless roses that had been plucked from their homes and thrown about the area). That was followed by multiple complaints about food being stolen from the kitchen (he was confident that the culprit was a certain red-headed card soldier who had been getting on his nerves day in and day out since his arrival at NRC). Following that, many students had told him that they were sick and unable to perform their duties for the day. 
Riddle felt as though his head was going to explode from stress, and he found himself rambling to the one person on campus who he felt was sane enough to understand his inner turmoil. 
"Riddle!" He gasped when his back met the cold stone wall and a hand was placed beside his head. All his worries seemed to be ripped away from him as his brain as the only thing he could focus on was the rapid thrumming of his heart beneath his uniform and how close his friend was. His mouth opened and closed for a moment as he felt his face heat up. He felt as though he couldn't breathe from the close proximity. 
"Finally," They sigh, leaning back and giving him some room to catch some much-needed air. "I was telling you that we passed the cafeteria. You mentioned that you didn't eat lunch."
"Right..." He mumbles, his voice much too small for his liking. They back away and, for a moment, Riddle wishes that those few moments of suffocation would last just a little bit longer. The more he reflects on it, the quicker his heart beats. His hands begin to tremble and he barely notices when more and a few papers slip from his grasp and fall to the floor. His face heats up once more and his breathing becomes erratic the more he looks at the prefect, the sensation becoming too intense before he finds himself stammering something about a text from Trey and running off, leaving the poor prefect in a confused daze behind him with only the echo of his heels clicking behind him.  
Leona:
He was currently trying to nap beneath the large canopy of a tree nestled deep within the botanical garden. The warmth of the sun seeped in through the vast windows that were cut in a way that decorated small patches of the ground around in the shades of the rainbow, highlighting the bright hues of the tropical flowers that he was surrounded by. He was skipping class again, as per usual, after having been victim to a three-hour-long call from his family. All he wanted to do was to rest in the small patch of grass that he'd claimed as his own and sleep until it was dinner- which wouldn't be for another five hours from then. 
He had found the most perfect spot- just hidden away from any prying eyes and surrounded by the scent of the nearby flowers, but not close enough to get sprayed by the water that would rain down when the sprinklers went off. He had just closed his eyes when he caught a familiar smell lurking in the bushes. 
"What do you want, herbivore?" He groans, peeking an eye open and squinting against the bright light. The human stands over him, hands on their hips as they cast a shadow over his form. 
"Ruggie sent me!" The beastman rolls his eyes and allows the opened one to slip closed once more. "Come on, Leona! You can't miss another class..."
"Why not?" He scoffs, rolling onto his side so he was facing away from them. He feels their hand land on his shoulder and tug lightly in an attempt to get him to look at them once more which, of course, fails. He can admire their determination in most situations, but in this kind of scenario, he can't help but feel annoyed at their insistence. 
"You have to graduate at some point!" Leona sighs and rolls over, making the human slip with a yelp that makes his eyes shoot wide open as he finds himself directly under the prefect. He smirks and tries to ignore the way his stomach flutters at their proximity. 
"Is this how you want to wake me up?" Leona chuckles. "You're awfully brave, stomping into the lion's den." He basks in their flustered expression before flipping the roles, successfully pushing them onto the dirt and laughing loudly at the way their face morphs into something much more intense than it was previously. 
"Leona..." Their quiet, flustered voice reaches his ears and he tilts his head, sitting back on his heels and allowing them to sit up, barely catching their embarrassed stammers and excuses before they run back into the gardens, disappearing between the bushes. 
He chuckles and leans back into the grass, finally able to take the nap he so desperately wished for. 
Azul:
He was currently hunched over his desk, well past the hours when he should have been showered and in bed. The rest of the Mostro Lounge was dead silent aside from the soft sounds of bubbles that emanated from the hallway and the occasional clink as he bumped into his glass of water, which bumped into the inkwell of his bonefish pen. The only other sounds that echoed throughout the room was the scratching of his pen and the occasional drawn-out sigh from the merman as he slaved away at his desk. 
His entire body ached and his eyes felt as though they were being weighed down with lead, but he had to finish the final budgeting for the lounge before dawn. If not, then he would be behind on all the other work that he had to get done- such as ordering supplies and creating menus for the next month and a half, as well as filing any reports for damages caused by rowdy guests or the notorious eel that would throw things when he had gotten into one of his moods or would draw on plates when he felt like it. 
He didn't even feel when he had dozed off, only knowing that he had blinked for a little too long before he was spun around and roughly jostled out of his dazed state. He blinks widely up at the person who currently had their hands on either side of his desk, effectively trapping him between them and the piece of furniture. Their proximity alone was enough to wake him up, leaving the mer feeling as though he'd just been plunged into the water of the Coral Sea. 
For a moment his mind was racing with thoughts about how he currently looked- he was sure that his glasses were askew (and likely smudged due to his slow, sleepy movements), his hair was probably a mess; sticking up out of his head in each and every direction, and his uniform was comprised of nothing more than his loosely buttoned white shirt and his untied bowtie that hung loosely over his shoulders. 
On the other hand, he couldn't focus on anything more than the little details he could never really see of the prefect- the way their lip juts out when they're nervous, the little lines in the corners of their eyes from when they smiled, and even the way their hair framed the face that he would watch day in and day out. 
Once his brain clicked, he scrambled for some sort of purchase, effectively tipping his chair back and making his head hit the desk with a thud as pain shot down his spine from the impact. He hit the ground with a groan before the prefect helped him up, walking with him back to his room to nurse his injury. He couldn't tell if his face was burning and his heart was constricting from embarrassment or affection, but he decided that he couldn't care either way. 
Kalim:
"But then we could find some new animals to add to the dorm! It would be fun, right?" The heir was currently trying to brainstorm ideas on how to make his dormmates seem less... drained. For the past couple of weeks, due to finals, he noticed how exhausted many of them were. His concern arose when some of them even turned down dinner in favor of studying or sleep. He wasn't exactly sure how he could help them, considering that the most he's been able to offer thus far was a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on, as well as festivals and parties (that many of the students also declined). He was at a loss for what to do until he decided to do some research, which lead him on a tangent in his room, late into the hours of the night. The windows were wide open, which allowed some moonlight to creep in and join the warm light of the magically-lit lanterns and the quiet music that played off his phone- now cast onto his bed and long forgotten in his whirlwind of planning. 
"I really don't think that animals would help much," The prefect sighed. That makes him stand still for a moment, sighing and casting a sad glance over to the former. He continues to pace, mumbling different ideas out loud and hoping that they would pick up on at least a little bit of what he was saying. Before he knows it, he's yelling excitedly and practically skipping around his spacious room, hands flailing as he jabbers about possible plans to improve his dormmates' wellbeing. He doesn't even notice when the prefect begins to call his name. 
"But if it doesn't work, then what?" He finishes, taking a deep breath to look over at them. He takes notice of the concerned look on their face, his energy instantly dissipating as he rushes to their side. "What's wrong? You look sad..." 
"I'm not sad, Kali. I'm just a little worried. You're not responsible for everyone's happiness," They explain and Kalim feels his heart shatter as confusion clouds his brain. 
"I'm..." He pauses and smiles, letting out a short, silent laugh. "I'm a dorm leader! I have to!" 
He gasps when he feels himself trapped suddenly against his wardrobe, cutting off his train of thought roughly as he sucks in a deep breath. 
"What are you...?"
"So you'll finally listen to what I'm saying!" 
He nods and tries to ignore the feeling in the back of his mind that begs him to squirm. He has been close to the prefect before, yes, but never for a long enough period of time. He'd only done it to help them learn how to do the dances of his hometown, or when he would clean up with them (or attempt to, at least). But this felt completely different from all those times before...
"I'm... listening," He breathes softly after a long pause, making his friend back away for a moment. In that split second, he desperately wishes that he could be as smooth as the princes in all the fairytales he'd grown up reading and pull them back, fighting back the urge to get closer to them once more. 
Vil:
"In just a moment," Vil murmured, leaning in closer to the mirror that sat at his desk. The lights would have been blinding if thy hadn't reflected off his light violet eyes so brightly and highlighted each and every product that he layered on his perfect skin. He had a meeting in just an hour, and he was already running behind schedule. His dearest friend, the prefect, was currently lounging on his bed, sprawled out and scrolling on their phone while he focused on perfecting his makeup for the undoubtedly long and boring few hours he had ahead of him. 
"Vil-" They whined loudly and, in the corner of his eye, he could watch them dramatically throw their arms in the air and flopping them beside their head as they look into his eyes from the background. 
"It won't be long, I promise!"
"Nonsense," He sighs. He couldn't deny that he was hungry and, normally, he was practical about his eating schedule. He ate three square meals, and carried around a healthy snack for if he felt as though he needed something extra to get him through the day. Today, however, he had skipped lunch due to rehearsal, and he was certainly feeling the effects now. He could always ignore this and opt to eat at a later time, perhaps once the meeting was over and he could grab something quick from a nearby restaurant. 
He turned to face them, only to notice that they were hovering over him and had slammed their hands on his desk loudly, startling him slightly as he jolted. He was surprised, if he was being honest- he wasn't expecting this type of reaction to come from the sweet, sweet prefect. 
He sighs, looking up at them with an eyebrow quirked and a small smile on his face as he observes their annoyed expression, before watching as that expression shifts from annoyance to realization to embarrassment. 
"Are these the lengths you're truly willing to go to?" He chuckles, determined to turn the tables. He leans in, enjoying the way the prefect seems caught like a deer in headlights. He leans back and goes back to his makeup, making eye contact with them in the mirror and smiling once more. "Nevertheless, you'll have to wait."
He can barely catch their groan filled with disbelief and annoyance before he continues on his work. 
Idia:
"But if I log in for the rest of the week, I should still be at the top of the charts, right? But then, my next problem would be that I hadn't grinded for enough lucky stars yet!" Idia was currently pacing in his room, ranting to his newfound friend as they sat on his bed, listening to his problems eagerly as he carried on. "If I log in, I'll be caught up, but not caught up enough to get the new SSR+ that everyone else probably already has!" He throws his hands up in the air, noticing how, out of the corner of his eye, his firey hair lit up the room in shades of amber as he got more and more worked up. "I mean, how unfair is that? I have to go to school! They prob don't even have to do that or dorm leader stuff, so that's exactly how they got ahead of me! Which sucks!" 
"Idia..."
"I mean, I've been playing this game since the release and suddenly all these Magicam normies suddenly get the sneak on me because they just joined? I'm glad the fanbase is growing but I mean come on!"
"Idia!"
"And then they're completely mischaracterizing them! Like, absolutely butchering the characters! Shadow isn't all gloomy all the time- he actually has a soft spot for his teammates which is so cool and also such a big thing for them to ignore!"
"Idia Shroud!"
"And I saw on Magicam that they were completely ignoring the plot and the character development- like, in Blade's SSR+ that was released last year, she clearly mentions the main plot and how much it changed her as a person! And people still have the audacity to ignore her!" He was pacing more quickly now, rambling so quickly that he already felt his mouth going dry. The headphones around his neck blasted the ambient music from the paused game on his PC, but he could care less after seeing one particular post that got him worked up. 
He felt himself getting pushed to the wall as he stared down at the prefect in shock, his hair turning a bright crimson as his face went a similar shade. He stammered for a moment before biting his lip to shut himself up, feeling the way his heart hammered in his chest and made his head dizzy as the world around him spun. 
He was being kabedon-ed. 
Just like in all his shows. 
"Th-this-"
"I asked if you wanted something to eat," He could only muster a nod before he gulps, biting his lip once more as he gasps for air and his knees go weak. "Idia."
"How did I-," He murmurs, suddenly feeling faint. "-get this route?" Idia whispered the last word as he felt his entire body go limp as he passed out. 
Malleus:
He had been more than fortunate to have made such a close friend- one he can call his first in his very long life thus far. As of recently, however, he'd noticed that his affections had become more than simple friendship- the seeds have been planted within the cold thorn walls of his heart and had begun to blossom into fragrant roses that constricted his chest and dominated his every waking thought. More often than not, he had been able to surpass this feeling that had consumed him, placing on his mask of contentedness whenever they would look his way wearing the smile that would make his heart melt and the fireflies that would often surround him fly a little faster in bright yellow streaks against his pale skin and ivory hair that framed his narrow face. 
Now had been one of those moments. They were currently exploring the forest around campus, and Malleus finally had the opportunity to show the prefect a small meadow hidden just outside of the sports field- a bustling meadow, filled with wildflowers that sprouted out of the ground and painted the scenery in all the colors of the rainbow and insects buzzing from flower to flower contentedly. He cast a longing glance over to the human, smiling softly at their awed expression- mouth hanging open as their eyes were so wide he could practically see the entire meadow reflected against their irises. 
He had wished so desperately to capture this moment in a little bubble, to place it upon a pedestal in his treasure room and gaze at it whenever the nights seem to be too long. Oh, how he wished he could hold their face in his own hands and that the chill of his skin wouldn't give them a shock. He longed to live with them in this meadow- perhaps run far away from his life of nobility to do just that. 
He could practically feel it- the warmth of the sun against his face and the weight of the world lifted off his shoulders as they forage for berries- perhaps they would even take a small nap among the flower fae living in the area, only to wake at sunset and move to make a warm meal together in the small kitchen of their cottage. 
Suddenly, he's trapped between a small tree with the human in question practically pinning him against it. His eyes widen for a moment as his mind freezes, struggling to understand the sudden proximity. 
"Mal-" Before they could finish their sentence, he had vanished in a cloud of fireflies, leaving the concerned human dazed and alone in the middle of the field. 
From that point onwards, Malleus was forced to endure Lilia's incessant teasing about his reaction.
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wisecrackingeric-2 · 1 month
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ariachaos · 3 months
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Hi! ur fic of izana and sanzu reacting to their s/o having abusive parents was SOO GOOD. Can u write the same fic for mikey?
Thanks!
i can totally do that! thank you for requesting <3333
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being mikey's s/o includes...
it took him some time for him to notice the small things.
he didn't the way you constantly wore long sleeves since he thought you liked wearing them.
he had developed a habit of sharing food with you, and you always accepted, but he didn't think much of it.
seeing how sweet and patient you were with him and everyone else didn't give him a chance to see what was going on at home until he got a chance to bring you home from a date.
you hurt your ankle while on the date, so you reluctantly ended up letting him driving you home, only for him to be hit with the reality of your home life.
the instant you approached the front door, the door had swung open to reveal your drunk father, who swung an empty beer bottle at you on sight.
mikey was quick to pull you away and behind him, but it didn't stop your father from hollering and yelling at the top of his lungs about how you were "whoring around again" and that "you're just like your mother" and so on.
by now, mikey's ready to deck this crazy guy in the face just as your mother approaches the doorway, looking high on drugs and just as angry as your dad. for what reason, he didn't know. or want to know, for that matter.
your mother lunged at you and managed to grab your hair and started hauling you inside while you were screaming and begging her to stop hurting you, only for her to yell something about how you were an ungrateful whore who did nothing but disappoint them.
and mikey, as much as he's against hurting women, shoves your mother back through the doorway and into the house before he absolutely wrecks your dad with a roundhouse kick.
after that, he whisks you away to his house, where emma, izana, and shinichiro start panicking and asking questions about your state.
even with mikey protecting you, your parents still got a few hits on your face and gave you a pretty bad black eye. it's a good thing the sano siblings were well-versed in similar injuries because the experience definitely came in handy.
while you're being consoled by emma with hugs and hot chocolate, shinichiro, izana, and mikey sit down and talk about what they should do.
it's obvious your parents weren't good parents, were on illegal substances of some sort, and clearly should not be raising a child. it's a miracle you even survived their horrible parenting for so long, but you don't have to deal with it alone anymore.
mikey understands the topic is heavy and difficult to bring up, so he doesn't get mad at you for it. he gets it, honestly, and it's sort of his fault for overlooking the small things that led up to this point.
you're given a few days to rest and recover at the sano household, but you insist on going back home while your parents went to work, so mikey drops you off.
only for you to ask him if he could wait for a moment, and you come out with a large duffle bag and your school bag.
it's at this point mikey realizes that you were planning to run away for a while without a place to stay, but thanks to a conversation with his grandpa, you were able to stay at their place until the foreseeable future.
it's not surprising, seeing how grandpa sano is a kind old man who accepted emma and izana without a blink of an eye. but mikey is eternally grateful for his grandpa for letting you get out of there safely.
however, having you move into his home still doesn't get rid of all of the paranoia in him.
a part of him worries that your parents might try to get you back while you're at school or any other time you're not with him, which is rare in itself.
he isn't worried that they'll track you down to his house since izana and shinichiro can protect you there, but he's worried that they'll find you when you're alone or with people who can't protect you.
even so, seeing you happy and recovering smoothly at the dining table eases his worries by a lot, so it's not often his anxiety rears its ugly head too far.
you're eating well, no ones starving you or hitting you, you're receiving the love and care you couldn't get from your parents, and all is well for him too.
honestly, there are a lot of nights where mikey puts lays on top of you and doesn't move. you can complain that he's heavy or you're hot as much as you want, but he's not moving. insists he does it to make sure your parents can't get to you while you're sleeping, but it's really an excuse to coddle you.
he'll never tell you, but he has considered getting toman members in on beating your parents up after hearing a few more details about what it was like.
he never followed through with it because he knew you won't like it even with all the abuse you went through because of them, but mikey's main goal in your life is to make you happy, so he doesn't do anything to make you sad.
after what you tell mikey about your home life, he'll try to keep you away from gang stuff as much as possible. sure, he'll bring you to more casual meetings and introduce you to his friends and captains, but he won't involve you in anything that could endanger you.
mikey wants to remain a fluffy and wholesome guy in your eyes, and you certainly deserve a man like that too, so he does his best.
he loves you so much that he hopes he'll love you long after you get tired of it (but he hopes you won't get tired of it).
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strikersexhaver · 10 months
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ACTUALLY ABOUT MY BRACELET REQUEST!
Can you do it with other characters as well? Preferably blitzø, moxie, millie, loona, octavia, and stolas?
It can be romantic or platonic, whichever you're more comfortable with or which suits the character more.
Thank you again babes <3333
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(A/N) I love me some Striker, but I need to write some different characters LMAO! DW HE’S STILL IN HERE- I gotcha covered, I only write Via platonically however just as a heads up for anyone who wants more content of her specifically!
Helluva Characters with S/O giving them a bracelet!
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Blitzo 🐎
You were crafting a little bracelet for Blitzø, as a thank you for bringing you into this family- IMP, was like a newfound home for you.
Even if it was a business, the co-workers were great- (even Loona- at times)
You even started a relationship with Blitzø, there’s a lot of hard moments with it sometimes but you still loved him and he still loved you.
Even if the idea of love scared him.
Hell, it did to you too sometimes- but you wanted to show him, regardless you’d be there for him thick and thin.
You crafted this bracelet that had charms of things that reminded you of him.
From Blitzø’s love of horses, to the IMP crew itself- plus that fancy revolver he carries around.
You thought of charms that represented little inside jokes you two had. The whole sha’ bang.
It was great! You thought before slowly getting a tad bit anxious, you know it’s unlikely but maybe would he turn it down if it seemed too unprofessional even for him?
Would people not take him seriously if he had this on? Or? Maybe he just- wouldn’t like it?
Your thoughts weren’t allowed to fester too much as you were startled at the sound of a door bursting open.
It was the one and only, Blitzø coming in with a smile on his face and sparkles in his eye.
“You’ll never believe what just happened- I got to pet- a pony! There was one outside, just chillin’ about and I got my chance to pet it- it ran away, but still got the chance too!” He rambled on, “I even drew it.”
He showed you a picture of a pony, you chuckled and smiled before you were able to say a word he slid over to you.
“Oh whatcha doing?” He looked over your shoulder and you tried hiding the bracelet.
“Making a bracelet-“ you said, testing the waters to see how he’d react.
“What type of bracelet? If it’s a friendship bracelet- I’ll be offended if there’s not one for me- just sayin’ no pressure of course.” He jest, you think.
You took that as the A-okay to hand him the bracelet you were crafting for him, rocking back and fourth with a grin on your face.
He took the bracelet as his smile got smaller, with a soft genuine grin.
“I- Wow- this- really was for me-“ he turned the bracelet to see the charms and his tail gave a small wag,
“Heh it even has the horses I showed you.. “ he scratched his neck, then he perked up with an ever larger grin.
“I’m gonna show this to Mox and Mills, they’re gonna be jealous I bet you right now-!”
He grabbed your hand and rushed out of the room with you, you smiled that he enjoyed it so much and you saw how he kept it on him at all times.
Even in fights- that made you the happiest demon in hell…
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Millie 🪓
You thought about making something for Mills for a while kle now, but one of the main thing you thought of was- the main thing you knew how to do well for others.
Bracelets! You went out to get some charms, even made a few to fit her.
Getting one that was her iconic axe, a few things that reminded her of home and a black heart charm like the one on her shoulder.
You tried to make it a sweet as she was, yet fiery too because she was.
Making a little special thing for her made you happy, but it started feeling childish in some ways.
Dear Satan, when did anyone do this- outside of childhood? Y’all were adults now and, it felt kiddish to do this.
You debated on keeping it to yourself to save away from the embarrassment of giving it to her.
You scratched your head and sighed, looking around before putting away in a drawer.
Eventually you went off to do something else forgetting about for a while.
Till one day, you asked Millie to grab something for you out of your little work-station / desk, while you were distracted with what you were currently doing, you heard the pause of the searching of drawers.
Before you heard a gasp and her walking towards you-
“Did ya’… make this for me?” She looked at you with a large grin,
You blushed looking at the bracelet before nervously nodding.
“Y-yeah- it was supposed to be for you- I didn’t think you’d like it so I left it in ther-“
“Don’t like? Shug’ I love it! Anythin’ from ya’ I like? Ain’t cha’ realize that by now-!” she kissed your cheek with a smile before putting it on, doing a twirl while looking at her wrist.
“It’s so cute,” her tail wagged and she hugged you joyfully.
“I’m glad you like it!”
“I love it!” She peppered your face with kisses as she kept looking at it.
She loved it and you, to you- you wished you had given it earlier!
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Moxxie 🎭
Moxxie’s a sweetheart, and a passionate fella everyone knew that- especially you.
He made you smile, you to him and you loved hearing his voice as he passionately talked about the things he loved.
From theater to weaponry, anything really.
He liked that you listened to him, and didn’t tell him to be quiet on the things he liked as other demons did.
You two got together, and it couldn’t be better!
But one day you decided to put that all together and put into a bracelet as appreciation for him.
Using charms on the bracelets, from theaters he personally liked the most- one of his favorites being Phantom of the Opera.
You used the mask of that as a little charm, then you put a few sniper model charms on it too.
Making it a little themed one of him! For extra measure, you added a cute small bowtie charm as well.
Putting in love and adoration into the bracelet.
You got picky with it however, and personally kept readjusted things to make it better.
Before having a frustrated sigh and breathing out a whisper to yourself saying, “how could he like this?”
Moxxie heard you as he passed by you-
“Not like what?” He said with a curious yet comforting tone, he walked over to you and pur a hand on your shoulder.
“Hey if- anyone doesn’t like what you do for them- that’s on them, okay? It’s on them, I like what you do- I like anything you do.” He smiled at you and you looked at his smile, his contagious grin that made you even smile a bit.
You nodded,
“Thanks Mox, it’s just- I made this for you and-“ you handed the bracelet off to him.
He looked at it and a wide grin came on his face,
“This is incredible- the detail on this! The little- the little- is that the mask from, oh my- this is amazing!” He put it on still looking at it.
“Thank you-!” he gave you a sugar sweet hug and his tail wagged as his leg bounced up and down.
You hugged back and smiled, holding him tight as you were happy this happened.
How just a little mutter he paid attention to, and how he proved to you regardless he’ll like anything and be there through anything with you. 💕
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Loona 🐺
Loona you’ve always known to have a soft side underneath that aggressive and mean exterior, because she’s opened to you like that
She also can be an adorable dork, at times. It’s cute you’ve always liked that.
When you two got into a relationship, she was over the moon and happy about it- it wouldn’t be uncommon for her to even wag her tail when looking at you.
She’s even tried her best during arguments to calm down and not be mean, which is for her a lot of effort.
Albeit, today when you tried making her a bracelet you got a bit anxious she wouldn’t like it. Although you put as much love you had into it, putting all the things she liked into it.
Things you picked up with her, her enjoyments, her likings, plus all of the sweet things you two shared all into one as charms.
You had the beads be based on her eyes and fur, the colors of the moon.
You liked it and smiled at it, unfortunately you got a bit timid with showing her- you’ve seen how much she can dislike something.
Remembering that few times she’s smashed items she disliked because it pissed her off.
Even though she’s never expressed or acted like that to you, you fear if there ever is a day where that happens to you.
You looked at the bracelet and then looked at the reference image you used for the beads of you and Loona, you smiled at it then looked away.
Sighing you got up, with Loona you always have to try, in relationships in general you always have to try- she always tried, she did and you loved her for trying.
So, you got your courage and gave her the bracelet when you two met on your next date.
She looked at it, her tail started wagging erratically and her eyes widened with adoring shock.
She smiled, with her puppy eyes- she hugged you while trying to find the words to say.
“You know how much I love these little things! It has oh- you remembered that?” She chuckled, patting your back having her tail wag still.
“I look terrible for not giving you a gift this time, ugh- next date you’ll see-“
You smiled and hugged her, she perked up her body and her ears did.
She hugged back and her tail wrapped around you, the date went off to a great start- and if you wanna know it went great even till the end~ 💕
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Octavia 🦉 🪄
You were friends with Via for a long time now, pretty much being buds for life.
You two shared everything together, whenever Stolas got on her nerves or Stella- even just them together in general she was able to vent her frustrations to you then you the same to her.
You the same to her, she may have been pessimistic in situations but you brought out a certain optimism in her that she thought she couldn’t really bring back up since her situation with her parents.
You two were close, like two peas in a pod, and you honestly- forgot you two didn’t have anything like symbolizing that like other friends do.
Like friendship necklaces or friendships bracelets, so you made the ladder.
You bought some beads and charms, then got to work.
You made it based on astrology. One thing you knew she adored was the stars, always the stars, both her and her father had in common was that.
You even remember talking to her dad about them at one point with Via.
You finished the bracelet and smiled, before running off to hand it to Octavia whenever you had the chance to.
You made one of your own too, to match with her.
You feared a bit not from what Octavia thought but what Stella would think, because from what you know she’s picky on appearances and might pick at the bracelet and get her daughter in trouble.
So when you gave it to Via you reassured her you didn’t have to wear it all the time, maybe not even at all but just know that you’ll always be her friend.
She let out a happy hoot when she saw it and shook her head no
“Are you crazy? I’m literally gonna wear this- all the time! I love this, it’s amazing! I think my dad would like this too-“ She looked over it and put it on.
She hugged you, then took a photo of you two wearing them in a selfie.
Then posting it to her Voxstagram, smiling at this.
“Literally do not care if anyone- even my mum talks about it, I’m wearing this. It matches with my favorite shirt too!”
She hooted again and smiled, you were thrilled when she said that and happy about it- scared she’d get in trouble but regardless you two just knew you’d be there for her even if something like that happened. ✨
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Stolas 🦉 ✨
The way Stolas was, he honestly was appreciative of really- any nice thing that came to him.
His plants, his daughter, not his wife, and well- you.
He smiled at when you told him lovely things and he didn’t know how to respond, like how handsome he looked that day or how sweet he was.
His feathers puffed up- plus his heart skipped many beats, smiling at you with stars in his eyes. A faint blush over his face.
He was a passionate person with a loving heart that was just- something he wasn’t able to use, especially with his wife happening.
A relationship with you was controversial with the Goetia family, but he could care less as there wasn’t love in his ‘relationship’ with his wife anyway.
He smiled at the happiness he had with you.
You did too, it made you happy to see him happy and having instead of yearning for something positive.
You decided at one day, something small to give him would make him thrilled.
You made a bracelet that used a makeshift fake vine tying the bracelet together, with purple and blue beads.
Whilst using star-like charms on it to add to it altogether.
You spent a while on it, trying to make it look as fancy as possible to fit with his starry theme.
You got unsure if it would suit him or- if- if he would get in more trouble with Stella because of this.
It was lingering in the back of your head, but you wanted to give it to him because you know on weekends he’s lonely.
As weekends, Via is taken by Stella to her home.
So, during that time you visited him and as he welcomed you in with a smile. He was in his robe and you can tell he was- not doing the best that day.
You decided this was the best- you gave him the bracelet and he gave a loud hoot.
He took it and put it on without hesitation.
“You… made this… for me? Oh my, this is lovely- thank you, I’m cherishing this for the rest of eternity I swear-“
He smiled,
“You truly brighten my days even on the worst ones- i swear…”
He kneeled down (or just didn’t) to kiss you passionately and hug you tight spinning you around.
Stolas did NOT care if his wife got angered by it, he was getting a divorce anyway- let her be mad.
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Striker 🐍
The gunslinging cowboy of the wild Wrath, you were surprised that you were able to date him.
With how prideful he was, and how confident he was- plus he was wanted (legally) and by other demons. So him looking at you, made your heart flutter.
He liked you, hell- he loved you, found you different and unique to other demons.
When you let him into your life and you into his, he gave you a wild ride. From his job, to at home, anytime was a fun time with him. He let you know how much you loved him.
You smiled at him whenever you’ve seen him.
But this day, he was at work- off killing someone you luckily did not know.
You decided to make him a bracelet, something that was reminiscent of his cowboy and western loving style.
Having it be less- fancy, and more down-to-hell.
You added the snake theme to it with the bracelet itself, then added a charm of a demon horse (more resembling Bombproof)
His hat, plus little additions of his favorite western movies you found from stores. Thankful that they had it-
You looked at it, you knew he probably wouldn’t wear it in in public all too often.
Especially on the job, because looking intimidating and seeming so, was important- you didn’t mind that. What you did fear was if it- wasn’t good enough for him.
You knew how much his appearance meant to him, how much he avoided the idea of being soft or vulnerable.
So maybe that this bracelet would refuse that for you, you sighed when you realized that.
Little did you know- because you were so focused- he came home early and surprised you, by kissing you on the cheek and holding you from behind.
“Heya’ darlin’-“ he grinned, resting himself in your neck and having his tail rattle with a low hiss of satisfaction.
“I missed ya’ all damn day, fuck ya’ got no idea- this bitch refused to fuckin’ die-“
You chuckled a bit,
“Wouldn’t anyone?”
“Well ya’ but- it would’ve been less painful if they did-“ his tail lowered down.
You looked up at him, then the bracelet, and he looked down at you.
“Whatcha’ got there?”
You smiled nervously, then showed him the bracelet.
Looking at his face for his reaction.
He smiled and took the bracelet.
“I wanted to make you something, since I had the time to-“ he cut you off with a kiss and lifted you up, his tail wagged and rattled.
“Darlin’ I fuckin’ love you,” he peppered your face in kisses with a grin on his face.
“I knew you’d love those movies!” He cackled which brought a smile to your flustered face.
“I can’t wear it all the time but… do me a favor and wear it for me when I’m not around, ya’ got piece of me nailed down into a band,” he smiled a bit before pulling you to him.
You know he loved you and you him, this just made it even better for both of you 💕
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tonberry-yoda · 1 year
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Hopeful - Ramattra
Pairing - Ramattra x reader
Warnings - too much fluff frrrr
Word Count - 3,937
Notes - this fic was inspired by this post by @lady-shimada!! i am super thankful to them for allowing me to write this wonderful idea because I absolutely love how this turned out!! this is one of my longest fics yet and I cannot express how fun this was to write!! thank you again @lady-shimada and I really hope you enjoy it!!! Have a great rest of your day/night everyone and please stay hydrated!!! <3333
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You wiped the sweat off of your forehead and smiled at your work. "Does that feel better?" You asked the omnic who's arm you had just finished fixing up.
She rolled her arm and practically beamed at you, if she could of course. "Thank you! Y-You don't know how much this means to me!!" She pulled you into an embrace and you hugged her back with no hesitation.
"Of course. I'm just happy to help all that I can." Nothing felt better than seeing an omnic happy. As a human, it was rare to get along with omnics, especially after the war, but you were just glad that there was some peace in the world that you could take part in. Especially thanks to your teacher, Zenyatta, who was an omnic himself. You just wanted a better world. One in which omnics were seen as more than just robots, but another half of humans.
"How much will that be?" The omnic pulled her wallet out and started fishing out cash.
"No, please, it's on me. I don't need any money."
"Please let me pay, it's the least I could do." She started shoving money at you, but you kept declining.
"Ma'am, I'm serious. Seeing you in tip top shape is more than enough payment for me."
"You're a blessing, you know that?!" The omnic threw her arms around you once more before thanking you what seemed like a thousand times before leaving.
Genji just smiled at you from across the room. "You are very talented, y/n."
"Oh, stop it, Genij." You cleaned off a couple of tools and gave Genji a playful punch on the arm.
"It's true! I don't know what the omnics would do without someone like you. I don't know what I would do without you." He pointed to his robotic body, making you giggle a bit.
"It's seriously the least I could do. They need help, right? That's what I'm here for. To provide that help." You wiped some oil off of your face and slipped off your dirty apron. "Now I'm off to go get some food because I am exhausted."
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"Brother, I just want to know why you're not fighting for us! For the omnics! The ones who raised you!" Ramattra exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. He was on a walk with Zenyatta, as it had been years since they had last seen each other.
The two decided to get back in contact after a lot of thinking Zenyatta had done on his part. Moral of the story is: he missed Ramattra. They had an unbreakable bond that was taken away from them over a few disagreements. It's not that Zen wanted Ramattra back to change his mind. He just wanted to see him again. Without that brother-like omnic by his side, Zen was becoming a bit lonely.
"Don't you care about your people, brother?! Don't you care that they are dying?!"
"Of course I do, Ramattra," Zenyatta sat next to a nearby lake, looking up at the stars. "But doesn't everyone die?" His tone was soft and Ramattra was already getting frustrated.
"Yes! Everyone dies! But not like this, brother... not like this." He sat next to Zen, looking to the stars as well. "I just want peace for our people. I want to avenge Mondatta. I don't want it to happen all over again... especially to you." Ramattra sighed, feeling a little more at ease, waiting for Zenyatta to say something. Praying that he would agree with him.
"I understand how you must feel, brother," Zen's tone was still soft, not breaking once. "But we each have our own ways of thinking. I don't think anyone should die for the sake of others. I think in the end, we should all be equal."
"But how are we supposed to be equal when-"
Ramattra's rough tone was quickly interrupted by Zenyatta skipping a stone over the lake they were next to. "Listen, Ramattra. I invited you here because I missed you. That's all. We can have talks about war and death later, but for now," Zenyatta got up from his spot, continuing the walk. "I want to know how you've been."
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"What did you get?" Genji walked up to you, taking a fry from your meal; the omnic he was talking to that was in recovery went back into rest mode. There were a lot of omnics that had to heal up, especially some who have seen some bad places. Your shop wasn't the cleanest, but at least you had a space for them to stay for a while.
"Well it looks like you already figured it out Mr. I Like To Steal Fries." You giggled, placing your food on a nearby table with tools strewn across it.
"Sorry, sorry," Genji put his hands in the air in joking defense. "Look, I'm just hungry too, y/n. You can't blame me."
"I thought you would be," you sighed, pulling out another bag. "So I got you some food too."
"That omnic was right... you are a blessing."
"Shut up Genji and just take the food. And you owe me a fry now!" You laughed, handing him his food.
"Do you have any more patients today?" Genji took off his mask to reveal his scar covered face. If only you could do something about that.
"I think I have one more... but it's a Junkertown patient."
"Are you serious?" Genji's mouth was full of food, shock painted on his face.
"Yeah," you said solemnly. "I hate getting those patients. Not because they're hard to fix, but because I feel so bad. The Junker Queen really fucks them up, I tell you what."
"I bet. I'm sorry." Genji looked at a patient who had been bed ridden for weeks. Another one from Junkertown, still trying to regain consciousness.
"Genji, I'm the last person you should be apologizing to." You looked down at your food, getting prepared for the patient you were going to have to help soon. You wished it didn't have to be this way between humans and omnics, but for now, this was the only thing you could do to help.
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"Wait," Ramattra pinched the bridge of what would be his nose. "So you're telling me that you're teaching... a... human?"
"Two actually." Zenyatta said casually, watching an airplane fly by.
"Two?! Have you gone mad?!"
"Perhaps a little mad." Zen giggled to himself.
"You have got to be playing some sort of sick joke on me. I can't believe you would do something like that."
"Not all humans are bad. You do know that, right?" Zen gave Ramattra a playful look, which was returned with glaring eyes.
"Yes they are. Why else would we still be going through this pain and suffering?"
"Follow me. I want to show you something."
Ramattra sighed, but didn't argue with Zen. "Fine."
"Might I ask when the last time you spoke to a human was?"
Ramattra went silent, trying to think. "I don't really... speak to them. They made us suffer, so I make them suffer."
Zen hummed in response. "I see."
For the rest of the walk, the two omnics were silent. They didn't feel like more needed to be said, so they just listened to the nighttime birds sing and the slight breeze blow onto the nearby lake.
Ramattra loved when the world was peaceful. It was rare for him. Not often did he get to just enjoy the sounds of the world, it didn't feel like he was allowed to yet. He still had things he needed to do for his people. It was like a breath of fresh air was unheard of for Ramattra.
In that regard, he was very thankful for Zenyatta reaching out again. It was like how he used to live. And even if it wouldn't be permanent, it was nice.
"Right this way, brother." Zenyatta pointed down a dark alleyway, the only light coming from a dim lamp next to a sign that said in dark colors: "Omnic Repair". Zen opened the door to a dimly lit workshop with tired omnics lying in hospital-like beds.
Ramattra looked around the workshop, his gaze finding Genji who was sitting with an omnic that was in better condition with the rest, joking and chatting with him.
"Brother, what is thi-"
Ramattra was quickly interrupted by Zen putting his finger over what would be his mouth and pointing to you, who was hard at work fixing the omnic from Junkertown.
Ramattra turned to you and felt like everything around him had stopped. Like nothing existed in the world but you.
"Not all humans wish to see us suffer, Ramattra," Zen whispered with a smile, seeing how gentle you were with your patient.
"H-How?" Ramattra's tone was almost as soft as Zenyatta's.
"What do you mean, 'how?', brother? This is what they love to do. They want nothing more than to see an omnic live out its life."
"B-But... they're human."
"Very observant brother," Zenyatta giggled, putting his hand on Ramattra's lower back. "Why don't you say hello?" He pushed him to you, but Ramattra quickly stepped away.
"Zenyatta, I can't. They're doing something important right now." His eyes stayed glued to you, watching as your eyes didn't once leave your patient. You were so focused on fixing them, on helping them not be in pain, it was admirable.
You tilted your head, fixing a screw and stood up, stretching. "I'll be back." You said to your patient, who was already more than halfway completed. "You're a trooper."
The barely conscious omnic seemed to smile at you, giving you a limp high five and saying a soft "thank you."
You nodded and turned around, almost bumping into a large... omnic?!
You apologized and took a step back to find Ramattra standing in front of you. He was taller than any other omnic you have ever seen and a hell of a lot scarier too. But he also looked so... cool. Definitely unlike any other omnic you've met.
"y/n!" Zenyatta stepped out from behind Ramattra as you took off a face mask you had on. "You're doing excellent work in here!"
You smiled and gave Zenyatta a short hug. "Thank you, master. It's been a long day, but we're almost done."
"I'd like you to meet someone." Zenyatta pushed Ramattra in front of him, revealing to you the tall omnic. He had to be way over 6ft, he was gigantic.
"Hi!" You smiled, sticking your hand out to him.
"Hello there." Ramattra just stared at your hand and you let it limply fall to your side. You gave Zenyatta a confused look.
"This is Ramattra," Zenyatta introduced him because he knew that Ramattra wouldn't do it himself. "Ramattra, this is y/n."
"Does he need repair? Because he looks just fine to me. I mean I could check a couple of his bolts and wires, but like I said, he looks in tip top condition." You took a fry from the table in the corner of the room and popped it in your mouth.
"I need no repair, human." Ramattra's tone was rough, but it didn't scare you. It was just alarming to hear someone speak to you like that.
"Alright then... What can I help you with?"
Zenyatta just laughed and shook his head. "y/n, Ramattra here is like a brother to me. We've taught each other a lot, but got separated due to differences. I just wanted to show him the work you conduct in here, perhaps show him another side."
"Nothing will change my mind about humans." Ramattra turned around and crossed his arms, looking around the small workshop.
"That's not what I said, brother. I just wanted to show you something new, that's all."
Ramattra just ignored Zenyatta, walking over to an omnic who had to get all of his limbs replaced and was clearly exhausted, but still awake.
"Why are you here, brother?" Ramattra grabbed the omnic's hand, looking at his tired figure. "Why not get repaired by one of our own kind?"
The omnic just looked at Ramattra and stretched, his eyes getting brighter. "y/n is great. They make sure we're cared for and in our greatest condition."
"Yes, but they are human."
"I've met a lot of good humans in my day. And they are definitely one of them. If not for them, I wouldn't be here, talking to you."
"I see... Well, I will let you rest now. Godspeed, brother." Ramattra left the omnic to rest and saw that you went right back to work on your patient from when he walked in.
He walked over to you and sat down, watching you as you worked, not once thinking about anything else but saving this omnic.
"How long have you been doing this job?" You jumped slightly, shocked to hear Ramattra's booming voice.
You giggled, a little embarrassed about getting frightened. "I've always been interested in repairing, but it wasn't until I met Zenyatta that I realized that I can use those abilities on omnics too. Plus, I know that you all have been through a lot and I just want to start the movement to help. It's not much, but it's what I can do."
If Ramattra had a heart, it would be pounding. Perhaps he felt the simulation of it or at least his brain was telling him that his heart would be pounding. Whatever it was... he didn't like it. "W-Well, human's have been the reason for our destroyed life. The reason we are so hurt and suffer this much. It is because of you that you are fixing us. You're not helping with anything."
You didn't know how to respond. You had never been through what he has, nor do you even know how he would feel. So you just kept working on your patient. "I'm sorry." You ended up saying. "I know a simple apology isn't enough, but I am really trying to do better as a human. Omnics deserve much more than they are currently given and how they are treated, so, I'm sorry Ramattra." You looked up at him, making eye contact. "Truly."
For the first time, Ramattra couldn't say a single word. He had no rebuttal, nothing rude to say, no singular comment, nothing. He had nothing to say to you.
So instead of words, he opted for a head nod and continued watching you work. You were so precise, so caring, making sure not to hit any vital wires that would hurt the omnic in front of you. You knew what you were doing, and you were clearly skilled.
Shortly after, you took off your mask and smiled at your patient. After a couple of hours, this poor omnic that was torn apart by the citizens of Junkertown was finally as patched up as you could get them. Definitely able to live a mostly normal life and that was all you wanted for them.
The omnics eyes lit up. They couldn't walk or move too much due to their current condition, but they could definitely feel the difference. If they could smile, they would, but you could certainly tell how happy they were. "Th-Thank you." Their voice was weak, but sounded way happier than before. "You don't know how much this means to me."
"Of course," you smiled, grabbing their hand. "I'm just glad you're all better now. Like I said earlier, you're a trooper. Now get some rest, alright?"
They nodded lightly and pulled their blanket up their body, drifting off into sleep.
Ramattra was amazed. You were so... gentle with the omnics. You really did seem to love your job.
You slipped off your mask and your apron, receiving a high five and a "good job" from Genji.
"Thanks Genji. Another day done." You stretched, a couple of bones in your body popping.
"So," Ramattra scoffed, still trying to keep his intimidating front. "How much do you get paid for this?"
"I don't," you admitted, hanging up your apron and slipping on some slippers, yawning. "Why would they have to pay to continue living? That's just not fair."
God, Ramattra hated the way you were making him feel. Humans weren't supposed to be this... nice. They were evil. All of them. Right?
"Oh shoot!" You ran up to Ramattra, gently brushing your fingers over his arm. "There's a crack."
"It's nothing." Ramattra quickly pulled away from you.
"I saw a missing screw in there, it's not nothing. Can I please look at it?" You reached out your hand to him again and he pulled away again, walking away from you.
"No. I won't let a human touch me! I-"
Ramattra was interrupted by Zenyatta putting his hand on Ramattra's shoulder. "Just let them try. I promise they won't hurt you."
Ramattra sighed, but sat down anyway. He wasn't super stoked about having to be fixed by a human, but that crack and missing screw have been messing with his ability to use his arm properly. "Fine. But if you try anything, human, know that there will be prices to pay."
You could tell that Ramattra was stiff. You realized something though, perhaps this motion he made around humans wasn't because he was trying to defend himself or wanting you to fear him... it was because he was... scared. At least it seemed that way to you. He has only seen humans as something to harm him and the people he loves. Maybe being able to see a human as an ally was frightening to him.
"You don't have to be so tense," you giggled, pulling out a bag of assorted tools. "Loosen up a bit and this might be easier for both of us."
"It's a little difficult to do that... I don't want to drop my guard."
You hummed in response, picking out the tools you needed. "I understand... It must be weird to see humans as a nice thing, huh?"
Ramattra went silent for a moment, looking at a dim light bulb above him as you went to work. "I suppose. Your race has done nothing but hurt mine."
"I wish it didn't have to be this way," your tone was gentle as you concentrated on your work.
"Me too." For the first time, Ramattra's tone dropped. He wasn't trying to intimidate you anymore. It sounded almost... friendly.
"I'm going to bed, y/n." Genji took a step away from his desk that was cooped up in the corner of the workshop and stretched. "Great job today."
"Thank you Genji," you smiled. "Get a good night's rest, alright? It's already pretty late."
"I will. Don't work yourself to the bone, got it?"
"I won't. I'll be heading to bed myself after I fix up our new friend here." You chuckled as Genji went off to his room.
"After I fix up our new friend here."
Was Ramattra really stooping so low to find a human... friend? No. There was no way.
"All done!" You put any tools away and looked over Ramattra's metal body to see if there was anything else you needed to do.
Ramattra moved his arm and was shocked. It was the best his arm has felt in years.
"Thank you." Ramattra bowed at you. "I... appreciate your efforts."
"Anytime," you cleaned up and smiled at Ramattra, your hands moving to your hips. "Just be sure to come back again if there's anything wrong, alright?"
Ramattra just nodded and followed Zenyatta to the door of the workshop.
"Oh, y/n?"
You were headed up to your room to finally get some rest after such a long day, but were stopped by Ramattra's voice.
"Yes?" You stuck your head out from the top of the stairs.
"Promise to get a good night's rest?"
You thought for a moment as a smirk painted your face. "Yes. Promise to be back?"
Ramattra thought for a moment. "...Yes."
---
Ramattra did, in fact, come back. A lot actually. More than you expected him to, at least.
At first, it was for small upgrades he was thinking about related to his body and his weapon. And then it was to just see what you were working on and to visit other omnics. And finally, it was just to see you.
It was odd building a relationship with someone who hated your kind. Someone who was afraid that you would turn your back on him at any second. But you noticed every day that he would warm up to you more and more. Even if it was just little things like scooting a little closer to you or telling you about his day.
There started to be days where you would rarely not see his face.
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"Good morning, y/n." You heard that familiar bell of your workshop door opening and Ramattra ducking his head to get through.
"Good morning, Ramattra." You smiled, continuing to sweep the floor.
"Any big plans for the day?"
"Nope! Today's my day off so I'm going to try to organize this hellhole."
Ramattra chuckled at the sight of your messy workshop. It wasn't unsanitary by any means, just cluttered.
"Sounds good." Ramattra nodded, sitting on a nearby stool, looking giant in it.
"Do you need any upgrades or anything fixed, Ramattra?"
"No, not that I can think of."
"Then do you have any big plans for the day?"
"No. I trained with Zenyatta this morning, but that's the only plan I made for today."
The two of you did what you needed to do in silence. You cleaned up all the clutter, trying to organize it to your best ability, and Ramattra would be on standby if you needed him to reach anything.
"Can I be honest with you, y/n?" If Ramattra could blush, he knew he absolutely would've been.
"Sure, Ramattra. Go ahead." You finally got a chance to take a breather, so you sat across from him.
He cleared his throat and kept his composure. He couldn't lose that stoic posture, couldn't let his guard down. "You are the most tolerable human I have ever met."
You laughed out loud. "Thank you?"
"I mean it. You're kind, caring, and helpful. I hate to admit it, but I think I'm actually starting to like you." He laughed, not believing he was actually saying any of this to you.
"That's actually very sweet, Ramattra. I've liked you from the beginning, so nothing has really changed over in my department." You smiled, laying your hand on the table.
"y/n? I just wanted to let you know, I hate the way you make me feel."
"Really?" You laughed. "Why's that?"
"I don't particularly enjoy conversing with humans, let alone take pleasure in being around them."
"Is it scary?" You asked, tilting your head a bit.
"To be honest with you, it's terrifying. I feel like I'm losing that hard edge. Growing softer. I'm not keen on that." He chuckled almost nervously and you slid your hand over to his.
"Well, I like guys with a soft side." You smiled and immediately made whatever heart Ramattra did have melt. How dare you!
"Don't you dare." Ramattra chuckled, giving you a playful smack on the hand.
"I'm glad I met you, Ramattra."
"I feel the same... I'm thankful that there are humans out in the world like you. It's almost making me..."
"Hopeful?"
"Precisely."
Ramattra walked up to you and placed his forehead on yours. You planted a small kiss on his cheek and he hugged you.
Yeah. You were making him feel hopeful.
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mazeinthemiroh · 11 months
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hi lovey can i request a reader starts freaking out about ateez members new hair color/ hair cut and how they’d react to it!!! ( can u also use blueberry joong, halazia silver hwa, pink mingi BECAUSE IT WAS SUCH A DRASTIC CHANGE, and oreo sannie (his best hair and yes i’m manifesting it comes back for the new cb hehe)
i also never asked this before BUT WHO IS UR ATEEZ BIAS I WANNA SPAM U W VIDEOS AND OR PICS OF THEM LLS AND TY
ateez when their s/o reacts to their new hair colour
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genre: fluff and crack tbh :33
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warnings: none
a/n: MY ATEEZ BIAS IS HONGJOONG EEEEEEE AND MY SECOND BIAS IS WOOYOUNGIE <3333 THANKS FOR ASKING. also, just for the record, yes blue hongjoong has taking over my life and yes i cried when i found out he dyed his hair blue again like what was that, i was such an emotional wreck and for what. anyways ENJOY
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hongjoong
"KIM HONGJOONG"
hongjoong thrashed his head around when he heard your loud voice, a grin now plastered on his face.
he laughed before you almost full-on tackled him to the ground due to the force of your hug.
"you didn't tell me you were gonna dye your hair!!"
all hongjoong felt he could do was chuckle, finding your reaction adorable.
"do you like it?" he asked in a shy voice, but the grin on his face showed he already knew the answer.
"you're so sexy i can't believe i'm dating you" you gawked at his electric blue hair and ran your fingers through it as he laughed at your comment.
seonghwa
seonghwa couldn't help but blush, growing a little shy at your overwhelming amount of compliments.
"this might be my favourite hair colour yet!" you said, eyes fixated on the top of his head.
"you said that about the last one," seonghwa replied with a deep chuckle, finding it endearing about how excited you got with his new looks.
"i know but still," you said, sifting your hands through his silver hair in admiration.
"well you better get used to it because in a few months, it'll be gone," seonghwa teased, knowing this would annoy you.
you pouted with wide eyes. "hey don't tease me like that!"
yunho
'i promise you will like it :D'
that was the text yunho had sent to you regarding his new hair colour. of course, he didn't tell you what colour it would be because he's a huge tease and wants to see your first reaction for himself.
so, when you were waiting at home for him to return, you heard the front door open and close.
"y/n?" he called to you as you sprung to your feet, intrigued by what he came home with. and you weren't disappointed!
you let out a squeal as your eyes landed on the mint green hair on your boyfriend's head. he grinned shyly, "it's for our new summer concept."
"i love it!"
yeosang
yeosang couldn't help but feel your intense gaze on him as you stared for what felt like 5 minutes.
"y/n, you're staring," he said without looking up from his book.
"no i'm not."
"yes, you are."
"well can you blame me?" you said defensively.
his recent, freshly dyed hair was all you could think about recently. blond. and it was certainly his colour. you couldn't help but gawk at it.
yeosang looked up before looking back down, smiling shyly after his own gaze met yours. he never realised how much you would like his new hair colour until now.
san
"you look so tasty"
san gave you a side eye and a smirk at your comment. chin in your hands, you sat and admired your boyfriend's new hair colour. it was your favourite one yet, if that was even possible.
"you're crazy, you know that?" he chuckled, placing a hand on your leg before focusing his attention back on his phone.
"ow!" he exclaimed when he felt you bite him on the shoulder. "what was that for?"
"don't blame me, it's your oreo hair." you teased and shrugged, fluttering your eyelashes innocently.
"i can't believe you," san shook his head, but he can't help but smile at the attention you gave him. he couldn't help it.
mingi
"so when you said pink, what shade did you mean"
"huh?"
"you said the next time i dye my hair, i should dye it pink."
you were currently on your way to meet your boyfriend, staying on the phone with him so you could find each other in a busy area of town.
"any shade of pink you want, i guess" you giggled at the randomness of his question.
"will this shade do?"
in the distance, your boyfriend stood out like a pink flower against the greyness of the world. he had a beaming grin on his face and he watched you gasp and run towards him.
"it's perfect!" you say, jumping into his arms.
wooyoung
wooyoung would giggle uncontrollably as you continued to watch his halazia fancam.
"i mean it's just so red" you kept saying out loud, eyes focused on the screen before you.
"you know you don't have to keep watching that when you have me right here," he whined as he nudged you, starting to want more of your attention.
when you didn't acknowledge him, he snatched the device from your hands and turn it off.
"see, you have me now, in real life, with my new hair" he beamed and you rolled your eyes at his childishness.
"you better dance for me then, tomato boy" you teased, snorting as you watched his jaw drop.
"the audacity!"
jongho
your dramatic reaction to jongho's new hair colour was not shocking.
considering he only ever had black or different variations of brown hair, no one could blame you for completely freaking out when he rocked up with RED.
red. hair. who would've thought?
"did you change your lockscreen to me?" jongho asked as he chuckled, looking at your phone.
"and my homescreen. and i have a photocard too," you proudly showed off the photocard of your boyfriend with red hair.
"such a dork" he rolled his eyes, but couldn't help but be flattered by your support.
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ssahotchnerr · 6 months
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good afternoon my queen 🥰 just want to share that i went to a general admission concert last night & we were standing all the way in the back (which is my fav tbh) & i was just thinking about how disgustingly cute it would be to make out with aaron like teenagers 🤭🤭 the team would be around & they’d notice how young he looks again when he’s with you & i just 🫠❤️🥰🩷
enjoy your day katie ily 🥹🫶🏻
hi my love!!!! that sounds so fun i hope you had the best time!!!!
the dream 🥹🥹🥹 ughhhh just aaron wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, swaying gently with you to the music, littering your neck or jaw with kisses before finalllly just turning you around for full access to your lips <333333 hehe he just feels so content and happy and free with you and he can't hold it in for the life of him <333333
and when the team notices <3333 at first they're all just :O, half tempted to say something and tease the two of you - especially when aaron gets a bitttt (a lot) more handsy 🤭 - BUT when they notice alllll the grumpy frown lines on his face absent, he's smiling into the kiss, they don't dare to interrupt 🥹 they haven't seen aaron so happy in a longggg time and they just love how he's found love again because no one deserves it more <3, and that love happens to be you - and they too love you and believe you're the best thing to ever happen to him 🥹 hehe AND it's that night they start taking bets on how long it'll take him to ask you to marry him 💞💓💞
i'm swooning hehe thank you for the thought ily have a good day!!!🥰
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tteokdoroki · 2 years
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ok but if u went into heat at work, alpha + coworker!kirishima / bakugou wld get u right in the break room. sends u home w a cunt full of cum to hold u over ‘til he gets off <3333
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— the break room + eijirou kirishima.
warning(s): smut, mdni 18+, a/b/o dynamics, heat cycles, omega!reader, alpha!kirishima, overstimulation, slightly mean!eijirou, afab!reader thank u sem ily mwah !!
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“i…oh fuck, ohh fuck—‘m sorry, s-so sorry about this. fuck you’re so…ngh…tight.”
you don’t know why kirishima’s apologising, it’s your mess (quite literally) that got you here in the first place— your slick had been running down your inter thighs all afternoon, barely concealed by your short pencil skirt and you’d made no effort to hide it either. your heat had hit you like a truck, perhaps you’d missed a suppressant or two between the stress of meetings and project deadlines, and you knew the alphas dotted around your block could smell you, practically taste you, drooling into the crotch of your panties like it was nobodies business.
it’s usually taboo for alphas to turn their head’s towards unclaimed omegas… no matter how tempting the prize of a sticky, ripe and breedable pussy is, and kirishima is usually a good guy… usually so respectful but you just smelt so overwhelming and so needy and that’s how you end up plastered over a table in the corner of the break room. “‘m not usually like this…oh shit, baby don’t squeeze. please.” your back is sticky, you’re sure if you arched it, the paint from the desk would peel away with it. the alpha, big, red haired and strong pushes your knees deeper into your shoulders with every thrust, cock throbbing every time you flutter around him. “just…you smell so good, fucking…dripping. across. the damn. office floor— fuck!”
kirishima let’s out a low and frustrated growl, punctuating each of his words with harsh thrusts of his hips against your abused cunt. you’re so fucking wet down there, so sweet for him, like your hole is eijirou’s saccharine prize after half a days work— his honey dipped reward for him to drown in after slaving away all day. you watch his nice guy resolve start to crumble, your reliable coworker letting his biological instincts take over as he bends you in ways in which you didn’t know you could go and forces the fat tip of his cock against your g-spot, sending your pretty eyes rolling back into your skull.
“‘m so sorry baby, really…jesus. really i am,” he drawls, slurring over the saliva that pools on the pallet of his tongue; filthy words oozing from between his lips and smearing across your skin in sloppy kisses almost as ruined as your cunt as kirishima pounds away at your puffy soaked folds. “but you shouldn’t be walkin’ around like that… the wrong kinda guy could have taken advantage of you. yah…ya wouldn’t want that, would you? good thing ‘m here…”
eijirou flops down on you, bites at your neck close to where he could make you his forever and smiles as the omega beneath him reaches up to wrap their arms around his neck— clinging onto him because it makes you feel safe, because he makes you feel good. you’re so cute, trembling and on the verge of tears as your sweet little pussy gushes out against his swelling cock— near forcing him out of your snug hole that he carves his name into.
“awww, you cummin’ again little one, g-god, ‘m sorry i didn’t.., should have taken you sooner…i let all those other alphas even look at you.”
your breath hitches, a whine bubbling on your messy lips, juices pouring down your inner thighs. “‘m sorry mista kirishima… won’t happen again…oh god! eiji!” you cry, locking your legs behind his head as they sit high on his shoulders— he’s so broad he could split you apart if he moved. kirishima reaches deep, stretching you out for the shape of him, making sure the little omega beneath him cums a third time. you can feel how slick your bodies are while they move together— his precum forming a thick white ring at the base of his shaft, balls slapping against your ass and grinding against your swollen clit and you can’t stop cumming. “eijirou..s’too much—!”
with your lower stomach burning, the knots within it still burning the more you squirt along the break room floor— kirishima slowing his hips to a grind, pulling what he can out of you to soothe the heat that burns through all of your thoughts. he thinks he’ll torture you like this a little longer, take advantage of his alpha strength and keep you pinned to his cock on this table right up until your break ends and he can send you back to work with your slick panties full of his cum.
he’ll keep you nice and scented and all his from then on.
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onlycrystal · 9 months
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hiii! i’m a new fan bc i gotta say, your work is like beyond amazing. helloooo? anywho pretty please i’d like to request a dilf!ushijima x fem!reader if that’s okay!
(i’d really love a good smut please ☹️☹️) thank you so much<3333
@iiyuxii
authors note: thank you so much?!? you are so respectful and sweet <3 I hope you enjoy! not proof read btw
cw: breeding kink, dilf!ushijima, dom ushi, sub reader, ddlg, praise, unprotected, smut, semi public sex, oral (m receiving)
idk what to title this
after a tiring weekend, you and your husband, ushijima, had come to conclusion that next weekend you would need a babysitter. ushijima comes home from work everyday burnt out and exhausted, to see you also burnt out and exhausted from entertaining your baby daughter the entire day.
"doll, we deserve one weekend off. we can go to a fancy resturant, and drink. come on, I know you miss it" his voice became playful at the end of his sentence, smirking down at you.
you finally agreed, and on Saturday afternoon, you kissed your daughter goodbye, leaving her with ushijimas parents, who are more than happy to watch her for the weekend.
you get ready at your house. opening your closet, you see many different kinds of dresses that you haven't had the opportunity to wear in awhile. you end up going with a black satin dress, with a slit. you pair it with black stilettos and a black shoulder bag. u even do your lipstick to match. you begin to smile as you get yourself ready. you were so excited! its been so long since you'd done something like this with ushijima.
as you step out into the kitchen, you see ushijima straighten himself up. he's dressed in a white button up, with 3 buttons unbuttoned at the top, on top wearing a black blazer and black slacks. you blush at the part of his chest you can barely see, and he stares at you intently. as you approach him, he puts his rough calloused hands on your hips, slightly moving them up and down. you blush harder as he says, "darling, you look... gorgeous" he stares into your eyes, and then they start to angle down to the low-cut of your dress. you put your hand on his chin, and angle his face back up so he's looking at your face again. "thank you, daddy" you giggle, and start walking out the front door as he just stands there in shock. you turn around and say "you coming" he snaps back into it and you leave to the 2 Michelin star restaurant.
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his eyes stay glued to your chest as you put your elbows up on the table, forearms pressed up against your tits enlarging them as you order your entrée. "and sir, what will it be for you?" he snaps back into reality, his gaze immediately fixing on the waiter "o-oh, ill go with the steak, medium rare, sir." the server writes down your dishes and walks away. ushijima blushes slightly and pushes his hair back as he realizes the way his pants start to tighten around him. "I love the meat here! its so- ushi baby, are you okay?" you take note of the way he looks reddish, and he becomes redder as you pose your question. "yeah babe, its nothing, you were saying?" you shrug it off and blab off at him. ushijima is such a good boyfriend, always listening to what you have to say and being patient. but the whole time you talk, it gets drowned out as he just stares at your chest and practically drools. "babeee, seriously are you okay? I feel like you're out of it." you ask him, but he just stares back at you and inches closer and closer to your face over the candle lit at your table. he closes the gap and kisses you lazily as he grabs you wrist and guides it down to his lab. he uses your palm to press against his erection in his pants. you blush at how big and hard he is. "look at what youre doing to me, honey..." the pet name melts off his tongue as he stares at you with lust. you rub your legs together at the heat forming in your core. "but b-babe we're in p-public..!" you whisper shout at him. instead of replying, he grabs your arm and leads you to the single use bathroom in a hurry.
he closes the door and locks it quickly before backing you up against the wall and making out with you, aggressively, hungrily. you moan into each others lips as his heavy body presses you against the wall harshly. even on stilettos, ushijima still has to slightly kneel to meet your lips but he doesn't care. he loves your height. he pulled away and started attacking your neck, biting and sucking leaving hickies all over and making you come undone. your hands found their way onto his body, one hand holding him for support and the other palming over his crotch. you whimpered in his ear, as he sucked against your sweet spot. "waka, its- t-too much~" you could feel him get harder and rub him against your hand, causing him to let a low groan out against your neck. "fuck" he threw his head back slightly, adams apple bobbing in his throat. you got on your knees, as if you read his mind, and started undoing his belt. you let his cock spring free from his pants and began leaving kitten licks. ushijima is always careful about where he puts his hands on you, because his biggest fear is hurting you. he never forces you down further, but instead lets you take your time as you engulf his huge cock in your mouth. it takes a bit of time but you manage to get the whole thing in your mouth, and slowly start bopping your head. ushjima puts his hand in his hair, pushing it back slightly as he let out groans (that were barely moans). "fuckkk, I love you" you smile against his length and continue sucking him off until you finally hear his groans turn to moans and his hot seed spews in the back of your throat. you swallow the whole thing, and stand back up.
you whimper and whine as ushijima turns you around, your face pushed up against the wall. he moves your dress up, exposing your bare ass to the cool air of the washroom. he pulls your panties down and runs a finger against your slick cunt. "so wet. all for me, baby, this pussy is mine." you moan at the contact against your heat "mmh~ all y-yours daddy~ please...~" you beg as he continues teasing you. he smirks and shoves a finger in your hole. "please what babe? gotta beg properly" you moan at the sudden sensation. "p-please!~" he shoves a second finger into you. his fingers are huge but still dont compare to his huge dick. "cmon babe, that wont do." he taunts as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. "fuckfuckfuck, daddy want you to fuck me, pleaseee please~" you begged hard, nothing mattered to you, you just needed to be filled up. he chuckled lowly "alright alright, so needy for me babydoll" he aligned himself at your entrance and slowly, inch by inch, he entered you. he groaned as you tightened around him, you always did because no matter how many times you fuck, you can never get used to his girth. he groans and kisses your ear before whispering "taking me so well darling" you blush, always feeling on top of the world from ushijimas praise. slowly and carefully, he begins moving. wet, sinful sounds fill the area of the bathroom as ushijima fucks you. he keeps his hands on your waist, holding you up because your legs start to go weak from him. "daddy~ s-so good baby~" you moan as you suck him in. he continues to ram into you, until he finally hits your gspot. your moans grow louder as he continues hitting you in the perfect spot. "honey i~ nngh - fuck n-need to cum!" you whine as he fucks you relentlessly. he groans in response "fuck, me too" he throws his head back, in bliss from the pleasure. "w-want you to cum inside daddy please~" you hear him chuckle a bit, but his pace doesn't falter. "fuck. gonna fill you up and make you a mommy again hah~" you shut your eyes and moan blissfully before orgasming on his dick, feeling his cum shoot inside you.
you pant and your legs wobble, but ushijima turns you around and picks you up. he leans in and kisses you sweetly before cleaning you you up. "did such a good job for me baby" he kisses your forehead as he puts you down and makes sure to hold you close as you exit the bathroom. this definitely wouldn't be the last time you went out with him again <3
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vergilsladyfriend · 1 year
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I don’t know if you like- still work here but can I rq a Judd x reader sfw hcs? Like how he’d be in a relationship? Also I love ur work <3333
 im so late i think im preganaet 
i finally got a new keyboard so I can write easier hehehehehehehe and it makes really nice clicky noises
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[-: judd is not a fan of love affirmations or praises. (besides sexually, and still very minimal.) it’s not that he doesn’t like you, or that he doesn’t care, he just prefers to use actions rather than words.
[-: relating to the one above, you both call each other rude ass names. Bitch, whore, fucker, etc etc. His parents were concerned until you jokingly bit back. his parents fell in love with you when you threatened him with equally nasty things, putting him back in his place.
[-: I’m getting off topic but his parents fr fr love you. they basically stalk judd until you come over and then his mom basically kidnaps you while his dad acts you all of these questions and judd is just like “don’t fucking dare you old ass nutfucks.”
[-: he’s the stereotypical “I hate everyone but my s/o” type boyfriend, and lives up to it shamelessly.  
[-: raccoon cuddles!!!! you spoil them soo much but judd is just like “don’t feed those fat fucks their already taken cared of.” 
[-: you both get high/drunk together and absolutely demolish some poor persons car. 
[-: nick is of course in love with you, as usual. it’s like jessi’s obsession with judd, but its you instead. like, your older, your hot, and you don’t want to kill him? ugh please marry him. judd hates when you hang out with his siblings instead of him, he just wants to have you all for himself hehe
[-: OMFG DID YOU SEE JUDDS GF IN THE NEW SEASON??? THAT GIRL MAKE ME WANNA GO STRAIGHT
[-: speaking of which jessi has a 20 point plan on how to get rid of you so judd can be hers. 
[-: burh jessi is so passive aggressive about the relationship. she 100% steals the shirts you got from judd. 
[-: yall’s relationship is fairly aggressive. “play” fighting, biting, and you both fight a lot... but thanks to his parents (judds spite for his parents) get you back together again. 
[-: you’d patch him up after he got into a fight, or when he got injured training the raccoons. your his own little goth nurse hehe
[-: im sorry im watching season 6 of bm and i’m so confused on the fuck is happening this is so confusing
[-: he’d be whipped? I feel like he’d be whipped in his own special way. violent, yes, but also sweet in his sick and sadistic way. 
*ask box open!*
vergilsladyfriend 2022. do not repost without permission. reblogs are appreciated!
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mangekyuou · 1 year
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Hello hello again!! I absolutely adore you work and your absolutely the kindest soul so I was hoping I could make a request for Kidd and Killer (or Corazon! Either blonde!) with a soft, fem! s/o? How would their personalities contradict?
✸  headcanons  %  with a soft fem s/o.
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✸    characters! . . .  kid & killer.
✸    cw(s)! . . .  n/a. implied f!reader. no pronouns used. not proofread.
✸    notes! . . .  have never written for killer and never thought i would, kinda fell for him??? to be determined !! i feel like these are all over the place and long... but thank you for the love omg <333 MWAH , thank you so much for requesting !! <3333
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with how loud and vicious kid can be most of the time sometimes, no one would have ever expected him to end up with someone as lovely and gentle as you
especially not when he struggled to ask you out and nearly embarrassed himself in front of the crew. he tries so hard to say “i like you” but it comes out as “you make me feel weird things”
he’s not... too well-versed in expressing himself through words yet. but the bright red blush on his cheeks was all you needed to know exactly what he meant
though he is definitely getting better at expressing himself
being with you, has made kid really open up and broaden his palate to new things he never thought he would be doing
evening walks on the beach in silence, you right by his side, holding hands
gazing up at the stars, forming your own constellations. you see cute things like hearts, while he sees a weapon of mass destruction...but he looks cute while pointing it out
staying in bed together cuddling. he LOVES cuddling. he’ll be big spoon yeah yeah...but he’s a little spoon at heart
any position where you can kiss his head is automatically one of his favorites
kid can be very crass and vicious most of the time. he will often rush into violence regards of the potential consequences
however since he started dating you, he has thought a bit more about conflicts that could lead to violence
more importantly, he thought more about conflicts that could lead to you getting hurt
at times, he will ask for your input. you’re like the angel on his shoulder
he can’t be as reckless anymore. he knows that you can take care of yourself, but the last thing he would want is him not being able to protect you
since you’re a gentle soul, he feels like he has to protect that bright light in you.
you are his firefly, he wants to see you continue to shine bright through the darkness of the night
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while killer can be fairly arrogant, he is sweet to the core. killer absolutely adores you and has since the moment he first met you
your bright smile, your beautiful eyes full of hope, your kindness, your warm hugs that always made him blush underneath his helmet
he fell for you quickly, and he fell hard. he was in love damnit, you clouded his mother like no other
but he was reluctant to confess. he worried that he was a bit too rough around the edges for you, too on the wild side. in his eyes, you were too perfect for him, too gentle of a soul for his corrupted misunderstood one
he’s just a line without a hook
no matter how much it burns to keep it in, he’ll hide the truth
you will have to confess to him. even when you do, he’s quite shocked that you actually have feelings for him. he asks you if you’re serious quite a few times. it deeply saddens you that he doesn’t believe that you like him
“you like me? but i’m...” you don’t even let him finish his sentence, as you reassure him that he IS perfect just the way he is
since being with you, killer has grown more in touch with his gentle side and has been a bit more confident in himself
to the world he was known as the massacre soldier to the world. but to you, he was your doting boyfriend who was as sweet as candy
he comes to realize that you’re both not all that different, you just tend to emote differently
he is not huge on physical affection, but he often has an arm wrapped loosely around your waist, pulling you to his side
having you close by always soothes him
his go-to date spots are flower fields. much to your surprise, killer has an immense knowledge of flowers and their various meanings
you love listening to him talk about flowers, as he picks them and places them behind your ear or in your hair. while you stick flowers in the holes of his mask
lets you paint a snowdrop flower on the side of his helmet. when he is separate from you, he’ll take off his mask, allowing his fingers to graze over the flower and be reminded of who he is fighting for
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