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mooncalvin · 11 months

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Care to teach me? (Charles Leclerc)

Summary: sleeping can become quite difficult when it is hot and you have the object of your fantasies less than a meter away.

Warnings: +18, MDNI. Masturbation, fingering.

Words: 1k

You and Charles were inseparable. You met each other when you were playing in the park and he offered you his cars to play after he had pushed you off by accident. You weren’t really similar, him being the social butterfly he is and you hiding behind your mother’s legs every time you saw a stranger. It didn’t really matter, because you found in each other a long-needed comfort.

The sound of the sea and the city filled the comfortable silence in Charles’s Monaco’s apartment as you two got ready to go to sleep. It was normal for you to share a bed, given how close you are, and tonight was no different. You slipped into your pajamas, while Charles' back was turned to give you some privacy. When you finished, you made your way to his bed and got under the covers. He followed you getting on the other side of the bed before turning the lights off.

“Good night” he said sleepily.

“Night” you answered, turning your back to him.

You spent almost an hour turning around, but it was too hot for you to fall asleep. You spent another 30 minutes laying flat on your back, wondering if you should go to the kitchen to get some water or maybe open the window, but you came to the conclusion that you weren’t even tired. An idea came to your mind of how to get tired easily, but you immediately discarded it.

Absolutely not.

Even though it always worked for you, you had your limits. You weren’t going to masturbate while Charles was sleeping just one meter away.

You found your best friend attractive, objectively he was, every girl would admit it.

You had given some thought to it. The idea of having sex with Charles played in your mind more than you would like to admit, but of course you never told him. You would just die of embarrassment. You would see girls posting about him on social media or even flirting with him at the club, but he barely paid attention to them. His eyes would always find you, an angelic smile adorning his face. However, you found yourself wanting him to see you as something more than your best friend.

Thinking about him at the paddock after a race, sweat covering his skin, had your hand moving down to your underwear. It felt so wrong, but the more memories that came to your mind, the more you wanted to keep doing it. You removed your pants and moved your panties to the side, letting your fingers run through your folds. You started rubbing your clit in circles, closing your eyes at the relief. You thought about how his hair had got longer during the break, how it would be to run your hands through it and grab it pushing his head between your thighs, hunger in his eyes.

You didn’t even notice you started squirming, and definitely didn’t notice the man next to you waking up. You were immersed in your vision, eyes still closed and fingers moving.

“Chérie” you froze when you heard his voice, and stopped moving, hoping he wouldn’t notice what you were just doing. “What are you doing down there?”

��I’m just trying to get comfortable,” you replied.

“And are you comfortable with your hand down your pants?” the lights were off, but you'd bet anything that your face was completely red.

“I thought you were sleeping” you refused to make eye contact, your back still turned to him. He let out a laugh and you felt him moving closer, your back on his shirtless chest.

“Is that better?” you stayed silent. “Would you tell me what you were thinking about?”

“Nothing” you were quick to answer, but of course he didn’t believe you.

“Let me ask again, who you were thinking about that made you touch yourself while you are just in the same bed as me”

“I said no one” He sighed.

“Well whoever it was wasn’t doing it”

“What’s that supposed to mean” you finally turned to him.

“If it was actually working you wouldn’t be so quiet”

“I think I know how to masturbate, thank you for your concern” you fought back.

“I’m not saying otherwise, I just think that you need some help if you want to achieve something” you let out a gasp when you realized what he meant.

“Care to teach me?” a sudden confidence grew inside you.

“Only if you let me,” he answered. You felt his hand going to yours, which was still in your clit. He moved it away so he could replace it with his own, rubbing circles as you had been doing just a few minutes before. He picked up some speed, making you let out a little moan.

“Just like that,” you said. He moved so he could have better access, but then moved his hand away. You whined at the loss of contact, but it was only before he put one of his fingers inside you, feeling the cold metal of his rings where you were most sensible. He pumped it in and out, relentless. He added a second one and his thumb started working on your bud.

The other hand reached your face, making you look at him while you grinded against his fingers. He was hitting the spot that had you seeing stars. You always imagined it would be good but feeling it was on another completely different level.

“Does it feel good, sweetheart?” he whispered in your ear. You answered with a moan, not being capable of building up a coherent sentence. “Use your words princess” he demanded.

“F-fuck, yes, please go faster” he obeyed your request, taking you to the edge. “I’m gonna cum Charles”

“Come on, I wanna feel you cum around my fingers”, he said in a low voice. You reached your high as you yelled his name, but that didn’t make him stop, as he was still moving his fingers inside you.

“Feel better now?” he asked smugly.

You did in fact feel better, but it wasn’t enough. Now you craved even more of him.

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mariaofdoranelle · 28 days

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The Booty-Call Dare

Written for @throneofglassmicrofics, prompt “Impress”

I got the idea for this after an incredibly unproductive conversation at a bar lol

Warnings: language, sexual themes (but SFW)

Words: 963

You’re just proving my point, Rowan texted her in response to a selfie Aelin sent of herself eating pie.

“What’re you smiling at?” Lysandra teased from the other side of Aelin’s living room, which caught Elide’s and Fenrys’ attention.

She immediately wiped it off her face and gave an eye roll before giving her attention back to Rowan.

It has strawberries in it, Aelin texted back, defensive of her dessert choices. It counts as fruit.

Nice try. There was a brief pause before he sent, What’re you up to?

Not much. You?

She needed to cut this conversation short before Fenrys complained that she wasn’t focused on Girls’ Night—no one could pinpoint exactly how he started attending, but he was a constant in her monthly-ish reunions with Lysandra and Elide.

In response, Rowan sent her a picture. It was a mirror one, just the curves of his biceps and shoulders in front of rows of dumbbells.

A gym pic.

Are you trying to make me feel bad for all that pie I ate? What the hell was she supposed to say?

His response came lightning fast. I thought it counted as fruit.

“Holy shit,” Elide said from behind Aelin, right before snatching her phone and zooming in the picture. “He’s so trying to impress you with these.”

“Stop it,” Aelin hissed as she took her phone back.

It wasn’t a show-off picture like the ones Fenrys posts, it was casual. Rowan must be so oblivious he had sent her a not-so-friendly reminder of his very tanned biceps.

“What?” Lys asked.

“Rowan DMed her a gym pic!”

Fenrys choked on his pie.

Aelin crossed her arms, ready for it. Her friends had a problem of constantly reading too much into Rowan’s behavior when he was just being a good friend.

Fenrys held both hands up in surrender. “Look, I can’t see through a dude’s heart, but I know when he wants his dick wet.”

Sometimes, Aelin wondered if things wouldn’t be different if she hadn’t been in a relationship when they met, in college. Still, she was glad for what they had now. “Rowan wouldn’t risk our friendship for a hookup.”

Fenrys sighed, a faraway look that indicated that he was in Philosopher Mode. “Having female friends is like raising chickens. Even if you never eat them, at some point you’ll look at them while you’re hungry and wonder.”

“Very well, then.” Aelin raised one brow up. “We’re friends.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“And you don’t think of me romantically.”

“No, ma’am.”

“But if I invited you to my bedroom…”

“I’d be there in a heartbeat. So would Rowan.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Alright.”

“Alright?” Aelin was confused, Fenrys never gave up like this.

“Alright,” he confirmed. “Call him now. Prove me wrong.”

“What.”

Lys and Elide cackled, then started a chorus of Do it! Do it!

Never one to back away from a challenge, Aelin squared her shoulders and unlocked her phone. “If I win, you’ll be demoralized and drop this subject forever. And if I lose…?”

Lys rolled her eyes. “You’ll fuck Rowan. I think this is a win-win scenario for you, Ae.”

But would she? She didn’t have much time to think about it, given the speed in which Rowan took her call.

“Hey, Fireheart.”

Her friends would mock her endlessly is she described Rowan as anything close to cheerful, but after being best friends for so many years, Aelin learned how to pick apart his undertones of grumpiness and yes, this was a happy one.

“Buzzard, hi.” The messy background noise from the call indicated that he was still at the gym. Good. She’d win this bet more easily if he was busy when she made the proposition—an idle brain is Hella’s playground. “Are you busy tonight?”

“Depends. Why’d you ask?”

“Um…” Aelin got up and paced around her small living room, and her friends watching on the edge of their seats didn’t help at all. “This might seem out of the blue, but I was wondering if you were up for… some Netflix and chill. You and me.”

This pause that felt like a lifetime was probably Rowan rewiring his brain after his best friend threw herself at him. Then, “Sure. There’s this new horror movie I thought you’d like. Or you wanna watch Gilmore Girls again?”

He didn’t want this. Rowan didn’t want it so bad he failed to recognize her proposal for what it was. The desire to hang up on him and disappear forever was overwhelming.

“No, not Netflix and chill. Netflix. And chill.”

A pause. “I’m confused.”

“I—“ Aelin pinched the bridge of her nose. This was harder than she thought. “Do you wanna bang?”

Rowan’s deafening silence was all the confirmation she needed.

“Fuck, um—“ Aelin grimaced. “I’m sorry. This was so stupid of me—“

“NO!” he interrupted. “S’okay. I— Um— Can you meet me in an hour? My place? Yours? D’youwannagrabdinner?”

“Um…” From the way her friends were grinning, Aelin’s blush must be visible from outer space. “Your place. I already ate. See you in an hour.”

“Cool.”

Aelin mumbled an unintelligible goodbye and hung up.

“I’m not even surprised.” Fenrys had a triumphant smirk on. “He’s doing cartwheels as we speak.”

Lysandra, the traitor, was laughing. “He’s setting off fireworks!”

Ellie’s eyes went wide. “Did he ask for that hour to shave?”

Aelin was frozen in place.

She had just scheduled a hookup with her best friend.

“Should I call him again to cancel?”

“Do you want to?”

No, she didn’t.

She had just potentially murdered their friendship, and Rowan seemed to be okay with it.

Aelin peeked under her shirt, cursed and ran to her room.

“I’m wearing granny underwear!”

If Aelin was about to ruin their friendship, she’d do it right.

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florencemtrash · 8 months

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Hummingbird: Chapter Seven

Miguel O'Hara x Reader

What if the Earth-1610 (Miles’s universe) version of Miguel’s wife was actually Miles’s AP Art teacher?

Masterlist

Warnings: angst and some suggestive content

Peter plugged Mayday’s ears with his fingers before saying, “You’re a fucking idiot, you know that?”

He stared daggers into Miguel’s back as he typed away at the computer, the sunglasses you’d given him resting on his broad nose.

Miguel ignored him, but Peter was anything if not persistent - Mayday got all her charm from him… sorta.

He flicked out a web, launching him and May up onto the platform that Miguel had isolated himself on for the last three days, only leaving when he absolutely needed to or when a multiversal problem came to light.

“Did you hear me, Miguel?”

Peter went to jab Miguel’s side, but the grouchy Spider-Man wasn’t in the mood, catching Peter's wiry wrists with ease and chucking him over and off the edge of the platform.

Peter rebounded quickly.

“That was rude.” He said, first dusting off his sweater and then Mayday’s. She giggled in her carrier.

“Again! Again!” She cooed.

“Go away, Peter.” Miguel’s voice was rougher than sandpaper.

“Bet you wouldn’t use that tone of voice with Y/n.”

Miguel practically growled, shooting Peter a warning glance. He looked like he was going to say something, but one glance into Mayday’s pure blue eyes and he hesitated.

“I’m not in the mood, Pete.”

“I know you’re not. You’re never in the mood to talk about your feelings.”

That wasn’t the whole truth. He had wanted to talk about his feelings with you the night he fired you from Spider Society. He had wanted to explain so many things - what his life had been like before he met you and before Gabriella; how sorry he was for letting you get hurt; how he just couldn’t seem to get past the wall of voices in his head that told him something terrible would happen if he let himself be happy.

The words hadn’t come out that night. He’d just stood there like an idiot until you finally gave up on an answer and left.

Maybe it was better this way.

“Miguel, do you remember what I was like when you first met me?”

The question surprised him and Miguel snorted without thinking.

Peter had just started to pull himself together when Miguel popped into his universe and asked him to join Spider Society. Miguel had helped him get his act together - helped him lose the bags under his eyes and the five o’clock shadow and the beer belly. Hell, he even helped Peter pick out the flowers to bring to MJ’s house. Granted, Peter had gained all that back - the eye bags, the facial hair, and the extra weight - but for a good reason this time. Mayday was living proof of that.

Peter smiled at the memory. Miguel had been a happier person then. Still sarcastic and dry, but with a lightness that hadn’t been seen in years… at least not until you’d showed up.

“Yeah... I remember.” Miguel said quietly.

“Would you believe me if I said we’ve switched places since then?”

Miguel frowned, disliking the comparison.

It wasn’t that he thought less of his friend - on the contrary, Miguel had always been jealous of how easily Peter could step into his role as a father and husband - but he just hadn’t seen it like that.

He looked forward, bits and pieces of his face staring back from the dark corners of the screen. His hair was disheveled, eyes bloodshot and burning after hours of looking at screens, and dark bags dragged down the skin beneath his eyes.

“Fuck.” Miguel groaned, dropping his face into his hands.

When was the last time he’d slept? Actually sat down to eat a meal? He missed you more than anything. He wanted to see you again, to make you smile, and to have you in his arms. Maybe it was selfish - it was definitely selfish - to want to have you around him, but…

“Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa. Language!” Peter once again covered Mayday’s curious ears, “There’s a child here, you son of a bitch.” He whispered aggressively.

“What do I do, Peter?” Miguel murmured softly, “I don’t know what to do.”

Peter sighed, pulling out headphones and plopping them on Mayday’s head of bright red curls. This was a conversation for the adults and she seemed to understand, settling down against her father's chest and widening her eyes to comical proportions.

“I think you know exactly what to do.”

“I literally just said I don’t know.”

“Aggghh,” Peter shook his hands in frustration, “How can you be so smart and so dumb! Do what I did! Win her back! Go to her apartment. Apologize. Tell her how you feel. Be better.”

“It’s not that simple!” Miguel threw his hands up in the air, “I don’t belong in her world and she doesn’t belong in mine. To even be around her - to love her - is to risk everything I've built. Everything we protect. I can’t-I can’t make that mistake again. I can’t…” Miguel swallowed thickly, “It was my fault Peter. It was all my fault. I lost my daughter. I can’t lose Y/n too.” He finished, eyes angled to the floor and shoulders shaking with each shuddering breath.

Peter's shadow fell over his feet, but what he wasn’t expecting was for a pair of small, chubby hands to grip his cheeks and smear away the tears that had fallen there.

Little Mayday Parker, as wild and mischievous as her father, crawled out of her carrier and hugged him with a strength no normal two year old should be capable of.

“Don’t cry. No crying.” She commanded, rubbing her hands against his face again.

He couldn’t help it. He smiled.

“I told you she makes everyone feel better.” Peter said. A proud smile warmed his cheeks.

“She does.” Miguel said.

The precocious toddler leaned back to inspect her work and nodded in approval.

Peter clapped a hand on Miguel’s shoulder. “Y/n is different from the rest of us, Miguel. And I think she just about breaks all the rules you know about the multiverse. If things are going to work out with anyone, they’ll work out with her.”

Miguel felt that inextinguishable bit of hope inside him grow a little stronger. Then he flinched, thinking back on how he’d ended things with you.

“I messed up, Peter.”

“I know.”

“No, I majorly messed up.”

“Oh trust me, I know.” He said, picking Mayday up and twirling her around, “But! I have an idea about how you can fix things.” He winked, “I learned from the best.”

>>>

Washed, clothed, and feeling worse than ever - that was the tagline of the evening as you sank into your couch, turned on the TV, and started drawing circles on a notepad. You pushed through the cramping in the palms of your hands, willing the feeling to extend up to the tips of your fingers which had remained numb and stiff ever since being electrocuted.

Someone knocked at the door and your heart gave a little leap as you blinked over to the front hallway and peered through the peephole.

“Y/n?” Mrs. Fleming’s muffled voice asked. “It’s Mrs. Fleming. Are you in there?”

You tried to mask your disappointment before flinging open the door.

Mrs. Fleming folded her fingers together, laying them on her plump stomach as she calmed herself. “Good heavens, dear!”

You flinched, “Sorry for scaring you, Mrs. Fleming.” You said apologetically.

“I hardly heard you make your way to the door. Might be time for me to get those hearing aids." She made a noise of disapproval with her tongue, diving into the folds of her thick sweater that emphasized her plump figure and pulling out a small container of lasagna. She gave it a light shake.

“I made extra and thought I’d check in. Didn't know if you had time for a proper grocery run since coming home. It’s funny though. I could have sworn I heard someone moving around up here two weeks ago before you got back.”

“It was probably Miguel.” You said, and almost winced as the name left your lips, “He took care of some things while I was away.”

“Hmmmph.” The old woman hummed in thought before nodding, handing you the tupperware, and bustling back down the hallway.

Well at least now I have dinner. You thought to yourself, shutting the door and shuffling over to the kitchen. You watched the plate turn and turn in the microwave as thoughts turned in your mind.

Maybe you should have told someone you were officially leaving (or rather that you’d been officially kicked off the team) and said your goodbyes, but it hadn’t been your intention to teleport back to your dimension. Now that you were here, you knew it wouldn’t be a walk in the park trying to get back to Earth-928 on your own. You’d seen what kinds of worlds the multiverse held and didn’t want to risk ending up stuck somewhere strange if things went awry. You’d stick to this world with its quirky landlords and quality cooking shows - a world without Miguel.

Damn it. You frowned, setting the plate down on the coffee table with a clatter. You were thinking about him again. You were missing him again.

There came another knock at the door, and you were convinced you heard the click of the silly knitting needles Mrs. Fleming always carried around with her. It was why you didn’t bother to look through the peephole before swinging the door wide open again.

“Hey Mrs. Fle-”

You froze. Mrs. Fleming was nearing 80 years old and barely came up to your shoulder. You were eye level with this person's chest.

You already knew whose russet-colored eyes you were going to see before you looked into them.

Miguel was almost unrecognizable in civilian clothes, a bouquet of white and yellow daisies clutched in his hand - your favorite.

“Hey,” He breathed out, lips lifted in a nervous, half-smile. “Y/n, I-”

You slammed the door shut in his face. It was more out of surprise than anything else. Yes, you’d hoped that he would seek you out. Yes, you had imagined what you’d say if he decided to find you in your universe with flowers and an apology. But it was very different seeing him stand in front of you like a lost puppy with those beautiful red-brown eyes and tousled head of curls.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. ¿Qué hago?

You paced in front of the door, gnawing on a fingernail as you tried to think of what to do.

What you wanted to do was drag him inside by the font of his shirt and slam your lips against his, but your pride wouldn’t let you do that with reckless abandon.

“Y/n… I can hear you pacing.” Miguel said from the other side. He was sweating bullets and gripping the daisy stems so hard in his hand he worried they might snap. “Listen, I know you probably don’t want to see me right now. Maybe you don’t want to ever see me again, but… I just want to apologize. For everything. I never should have said those things to you. I was wrong and I'm sorry.”

Your heart clenched painfully. You pressed your ear up against the door to hear him better, not caring that he could probably tell exactly what you were doing.

“I never should have kicked you off the team. You are cut out for this and you’re one of the most talented, most competent people I know.”

You watched as Miguel waited seriously, holding onto the bouquet of daisies like they were in danger of being ripped away from him.

You opened with some hesitation, but you were already a goner. His eyes lit up even while the rest of him remained silent and serious.

“You brought flowers.” You said dumbly, pointing to them. He thrust them out towards you, cellophane crinkling.

“I know it’s not much but-”

“I like them.” You said quietly, rubbing one of the velvet petals between your fingers. The anger you'd held towards him before was all gone. Now, you just missed him. “Come on.”

You led him inside your apartment. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen your space. He knew to take off his shoes and to watch out for the coat hook that jutted out in the narrow hallway.

You moved around the kitchen with ease, Miguel standing close by and watching as you made some tea for the both of you. Neither of you had spoken since he’d stepped through the doorway.

“Y/n.” Miguel said, one hand brushing against your waist as you turned around and leaned against the counter.

Miguel filled up the tiny space of your kitchen, literally and figuratively, enveloping you in his presence.

“I’m sorry.” He dipped his head down towards yours, looking into your eyes.

“I know.”

He closed his eyes, shaking his head. “No, you don’t.”

“Then explain it to me. Talk to me.” You begged, reaching up to take his face in between your hands.

He leaned into your palms, sighing and planting two quick kisses on your wrists before he could stop himself.

“Tell me.” You whispered again, leaning forward and pressing your forehead against his. You wanted to know. You wanted him to trust you enough with the stories he hadn’t told anyone else.

His hands floated down, squeezing your waist gently like he needed a reminder that you were truly in front of him.

“When I first met the other version of you - when I took my variant’s place - she knew something was different. She never said it to my face but I could tell I was hurting her. She was confused and upset because I wouldn’t remember dates or memories from the past. Because I was different. Because I was wrong.”

You winced when you heard the pain in his words.

“And Gabriella… She was too young to know. She was just happy to have her father but…” He swallowed thickly, tears beginning to collect in his eyes, “I wasn’t him. I was never him. I never knew them like I should have. I was holding onto things that weren’t mine. I was... I was just this poison that came into their lives and destroyed their universe and I lost them both.”

You shushed him, pulling him against your chest as he began to cry. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, engulfing you in a hug that brought the both of you to your knees. He never let go, holding you against him as he shook with sobs.

“It’s ok. It’s ok. I’m here.” You whispered into his hair, feeling his breath coming out in short bursts against your skin. You blinked back tears, feeling your throat tighten. “I’m here.”

“I put them in danger and I can’t-” He shuddered, “I can’t lose someone else like that. I can’t. I can’t.” He repeated over and over and over again. “I thought I lost you that day when Miles and Gwen brought you back covered in burns. Your heart-” He stilled, “Your heart stopped for three minutes before you came back to us. And I realized that this time... this time I had something that was actually mine to lose.”

You held him there on the cold kitchen tiles until the bubbling kettle finally gave up and shut itself off and Miguel stopped trembling.

“I love you, Y/n.” He whispered the secret he’d been keeping for months on end.

He loved you. He loved you. He loved you.

Your heart nearly burst from the feeling.

“I thought I could ignore it - that it would just be some passing feeling - but I can’t.”

You laughed. It was a quiet, desperate sound, more like a sharp and wet exhale that made him pull back, worried that you didn’t believe him. It was his turn to hold your face in his hands. His hands slid up your sides, caressing your jaw as he tilted your chin up to look him in the eyes. Even with his tear-stained cheeks and mussed up hair he was the most beautiful person you’d seen in your entire life.

“I love you and I know you and it’s been the most terrifying thing in the world.”

“...but?” You said, trying to tease him. You wanted to hear him say that he wanted you. Fuck the world. Fuck the multiverse. You wanted to hear him say that you’d give yourselves a chance to be happy.

“But I want you. I want to be with you if you’ll have me. I want the first dates and the fights and to come home to you everyday and know that you’re mine.” He said, rushing. He was a man of few words, always serious, always to the point, but if given the opportunity he would have written all the love letters in the world for you, “I want you to stay with me in Nueva York. I want you to judge my cooking and to tease me and-”

You couldn’t stop yourself. You lips crashed into his, sending the both of you toppling back onto the kitchen floor. His arms immediately wound their way around your back, molding you to him as your hands disappeared into the strands of his hair and your breath became his.

“I love you too, Miguel. I love you,” You kissed him on the lips, “I love you.” You kissed him on the temples, “I love you,” the cheeks, “I love you,” the neck, “I love you,” You whispered against his lips.

Miguel shuddered under your touch. He was all warmth and longing and heat as you grabbed at one another with eager hands. Clothes crumpled on the floor to the tune of breathless sighs.

The tiles were soothing and cool against your burning skin as you laid with Miguel, chests heaving as he peppered the area around your heart with soft kisses.

You rolled over onto your side to face him, fingers tracing the sharp lines of his jaw and cheekbones as you imagined what it might be like to draw him when he was at peace like this.

“Come back to Nueva York with me.” He murmured.

“Like this?” You gestured to your bare skin, wiggling your eyebrows. He grinned and kissed your fingertips.

“Depends on if you can blink us directly into my bedroom.”

“I thought you slept upside down from the ceiling rafters. Or in a coffin.”

He squeezed your hips, fingers fluttering dangerously at your sensitive sides as he captured your lips in a kiss. You squealed and squirmed away from his hands as he continued to tickle your sides until you were breathless and crying from laughter.

He loved to see you like this - smiling and laughing and happy. He wanted to see you like this everyday.

Your heart quieted in your chest and you finally allowed yourself to melt back into his protective arms.

“I mean it, Y/n."

I will stay here - with you - if you just fucking ask me to.

The pain of the argument you’d both had was still tender and sore to the touch, but a heavy weight had fallen off his shoulders after tonight. You wanted to be with him and he wanted to be with you.

"I want you to stay with me. I don’t mean you have to come this instant but…”

“I’d like that.” You finished for him, smiling against his lips as you continued stealing lazy kisses from one another.

But then you paused for a moment, looking at him carefully, “And I’d like to be put back on the team.”

Miguel’s lips flattened, his hands tightening around you.

“With great power comes great responsibility - that’s what you Spider-People always say, isn’t it?”

“Something like that, yes.” Miguel said after a pause.

“I can do this, Migs. I’m going to do this.”

“I know,” He murmured and then said hesitantly, “I still want you to take time off and heal. I don’t want you putting yourself in unnecessary danger. I-”

You pressed your fingers against his lips, shushing him, “I came back to you didn’t I? I won’t leave you here alone. I promise you that. It’s you and me, Miguel.”

He let out a shaky breath, holding you closer than you thought possible.

“Me and you.” He murmured reverently.

You spent the next few hours tangled up in each other on the kitchen floor, whispering sweet nothings and basking in the heat that naturally radiated off of Miguel’s skin. But when you finally fell asleep against his chest to the steady beat of his heart, he took the cue and gently carried you to the bedroom.

He couldn’t help the smile that grew on his face when your hands slid up and down the sheets, seeking out his warmth before he had had the chance to slip under the covers next to you. So when he took his rightful place in the bed, you unconsciously tangled yourself up in his arms again, humming with satisfaction when his fingers brushed through your hair.

“I love you.” Miguel whispered once more, feeling your sleepy arms tighten around him, before he finally closed his eyes and slipped into a dreamless sleep.

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Author's note:

I just want Miguel to be happy, you know?

Also (hot take), I think we all deserve more gentle and loving interpretations of Miguel. I know in the movie he comes across as very stern and aggressive - which is why I think a lot of fics write him as being a very dominating romantic partner - but I think if he were to find someone he loved and was in a place where he felt comfortable starting a romantic relationship, he would be a lot kinder and gentler with them. But those are just my thoughts.

There's still a little more to come in this fic as I wrap things up so let me know if you'd like to be tagged!

Love,

Florence B.

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fictarian · 10 months

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Could i request Hobie w/ reader who struggles with expressing their emotions?🫶

𝐇𝐢𝐦 <𝟑 . ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𝐏𝐭. 𝟖

ღ I’m not gonna lie, I had such a hard time thinking of how I would portray the reader since there are multiple reasons as to why someone would struggle with expressing themselves, but I ultimately decided on making the reader reclusive, quiet, and VERY awkward. Shout out to my introverted and socially awkward followers, we’re in the same sinking boat 🔥

ღ This kind of strayed from the original request so that’s MY BAD (me when ADHD)

ღ Also, here’s the update on the votes for the next series— It’s currently tied between Miles (both 1610 and 42) and Pavitr Prabhakar, BUT, Spider Noir is currently in the lead. The voting ends when I post part 10 of ‘Him’, and that’s when I’ll choose the winner. So if you haven’t already, go ahead and vote here

ღ Good lord i’m running out of banners, maybe this is my sign to do another profile theme change

ღ Pervious part can be found here !

• It’s a mystery to everyone as to how you and Hobie started dating, given that you both are polar opposites. And to be honest, you have no idea how you managed to bag him either LMFAO.

• You probably met him at the local record store while you were browsing through some of your favorite albums when Hobie suddenly came up to you, asking if you knew where a certain artist was. You didn’t respond to his question for a good couple of minutes, since you were still trying to comprehend the fact that a fine ass, 6’3, punk lover was actually talking to you and you weren’t dreaming.

• When you did respond, your answer came out in a jumble of loud incoherent words (y/n ahh 😭). Of course he didn’t understand what you were saying, so you repeated yourself MUCH quieter, and that didn’t help at all.

• In the end, you just pointed to where the albums Hobie wanted were located before hastily turning around while cursing yourself for fumbling so badly.

• I like to think that Hobie often hangs out with loud and extroverted people, so seeing someone that was the complete opposite of that was refreshing for him (no matter how awkward the situation was). And honestly, Hobie found it cute that he made you react like that from just him talking to you.

• So when you were at the counter paying for your albums, best believe that Hobie came up and payed for your shit as a way to engage in conversation. You did NOT know how to react to that, especially when Hobie only winked and slid you the receipt. He turned it over, which revealed a collection of numbers in messy hand writing.

• “Go head and add my number f’me, love” Your jaw dropped, causing Hobie to chuckle before he pushed himself off the counter waving goodbye to you before exiting the store.

• It took you awhile to actually message him, since you had no clue what to say. But talking to him on phone was much easier in your book, since you didn’t have to rely on your voice much and the thoughts that usually ran through your head in public were slowed.

• You started out with a simple hey and a thank you, and the conversation started from there. Since it was over text, you became a lot more at ease and relaxed while talking with Hobie. However, some (if not all) of the texts he sent made you giggle and kick your feet like a school girl 💀.

• At one point Hobie began flirting and soon, you became daring enough to flirt back.

• ‘Daring now, aren’t we? I bet you wouldn’t say all of this face to face ;)’ ‘Watch me’

• You eat those words when you two set up a place to meet up, and Hobie starts teasing you about the texts you sent NONSTOP. His teasing only makes you act worse and public, and somehow increases your stuttering x10.

• And even when he isn’t teasing you, every single thing Hobie says still makes you trip. For example, when you’re talking, and then he asks you in his deep and gritty voice ‘Speak up f’me, love. I can barley ‘ere a word that comes outta yer pretty mouth’

• 🧍

• Despite your differences and how easily it was for Hobie to make your brain rot, you two grew quite close over a short period of time.

• He’d always push you to do more things and meet more people, and even if it doesn’t work out, Hobie would always praise you for trying and getting out of your comfort zone.

• Hobie would he very supportive and patient with you, since he knows how difficult it is for you to properly get your words out. But even then, he still LOVES teasing you and seeing just how easily he effects you.

• Overall, Hobie would be your #1 hypeman and biggest supporter while also managing to be the reason of your demise

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gilbirda · 2 years

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The Vampire Bat

For DPxDC Week!

Day 1: Lazarus Pit.

[Read on AO3]

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Jazz met him for the first time when she was doing that internship years ago. It had been a once-in-a-lifetime chance and she bet everything she had on making a good impression on the Arkham Asylum director.

(For whatever good it did, because even if she had made an impression she had to leave Gotham before the end of her internship. Danny needed her.)

She found him hurt and alone, with death all over him, still smelling like graveyard dirt.

He couldn’t be much younger than her, even if he was tall and very fit under the burial black suit.

Jazz followed him around, half wondering how a revenant was walking the streets of Gotham and half keeping an eye so he wouldn’t find a quick second death. She wanted to see as well if the guy, like all revenants, instinctively walked home or a familiar place - if he had loved ones that gave a light on the mystery, she wanted to talk to them.

Soon he was picked up and brought to a hospital, where he would be properly taken care of.

She hoped she wouldn't meet him again, but if she did, she wanted to solve this mystery.

***

Jazz met him again by chance, some years later.

She was on a forced vacation after Danny complained she was too bossy and he was a grown man now and ‘I don’t need you breathing down my neck all the time!’ and ugh-

So. Yeah. She was subtly sent a link to the Arkham Asylum job portal and details about her new flashy apartment in the city. Completely furnished.

Subtlety was not Danny’s (or his friends’) specialty.

So here she was trying to figure out if she wanted to go back to her dream or not, and if she really could just walk back in and ask for a second chance, when she felt him.

Her senses had gotten sharper with time - her liminality ramping up in the time it took Team Phantom to settle Danny as the ruler of the Infinite Realms. Somewhere along the way they accepted the fact that neither of them was completely human anymore, with Jazz herself embracing it rather easily given the circumstances.

Her only complaint? Having to consume ectoplasm regularly to compensate for her inability to make the stuff herself.

That’s why when she sensed the revenant from years ago, she could pinpoint his location easier than she did when she was younger.

She sniffed him out, finding that his smell had changed with time - the baseline graveyard dirt stink was still there, just buried under the most potent ectoplasmic fragrance she ever detected in the Living world.

He was not a ghost. He still had the warm middletones of a Living creature. But he was familiar enough to make her mouth water.

Jazz watched him, carefully following him around as he walked around the isles in the Classical section of Gotham’s Public Library. Everything he touched, everything he breathed at, smelled so deliciously that she got sidetracked imagining how he would taste.

She needed to know.

So bad.

Maybe this vacation thing wasn’t that awful of an idea after all.

***

She found him again, but in the craziest way possible. Also, maybe she had found out one of the city’s biggest secrets by accident.

Her mystery guy was a vigilante.

Not that it changed anything for her, mind you; it even made things more exciting. If he was used to the weird stuff going on in Gotham then she could approach him more directly and not lose time in silly games.

Once again she followed him around like a, well, like a ghost, having fun with the chase around the rooftops without him noticing. Or maybe he did? Sometimes she caught him looking around at the shadows, stopping to check them before doing his next jump.

It wasn’t until a few nights later, when she had to stop her chase to talk to some very lost ghosts that didn’t know they were dead, that her little game came to an end.

The click of the gun, once upon a time, would have made her heart stop for a moment. Now she knew it wouldn’t actually kill her, just push her officially to the other side of her Life/Dead status.

She turned, her hands lifted in the air.

“Who are you and why are you following me.” He growled. His aura did a flare that was supposed to scare her, but she had seen worse. One wasn’t the Princess of the Dead without fistfighting a few gods here and there.

She smiled softly, lowering her hands. “You noticed me?”

“I’m the one asking questions.” Red Hood didn’t lower the gun. “You have to answer.”

“Sorry, I’m just excited,” Jazz's chuckle was lost in the cold Gotham breeze. “I thought I would never see you again and then I did and there’s something about you-”

“What the hell are you talking about?” He growled.

“Oh, right, you don’t know me. It was… four years ago? I think. Yeah, four years. You were wandering around and revenants are vulnerable, so I watched you-”

“What?” He really liked to interrupt people, huh.

“Revenant? A type of undead. Not actually a zombie,” she rolled her eyes, offended, “those are a different thing.”

“You knew me? Four years ago?”

“Yes? Not, like, know, know you. I was in the neighborhood and sensed death on you and I needed to check.” She sniffed again, walking a bit closer. The gun was still pointed in her direction, but he didn’t move. “Something’s changed, though. You smell like death but also less like death, and more like ectoplasm. Were you revived?”

He tensed. So yes, someone revived him. His loved ones? She should know if there was a magician powerful enough, and with access to this much ectoplasm, in the city.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“You mean you don’t sense me?”

His silence was enough.

“Oh well, how about now?”

She let her tight control of her aura go for a moment. It wasn’t a good idea to broadcast her status and power all the time, especially if she wanted to keep a low profile. Also, the Spirit of Gotham had let her into her city, but Jazz didn’t want to push it with a power play - she may be the Princess, but Gotham was older and her claim was stronger.

“Holy shit.” Red Hood flinched, putting away his gun. Then, he took the helmet off to look at her with his own eyes. “You feel just like the Lazarus Pit.”

“The what?”

Both looked at each other in silence for a moment.

“You really don’t know?” He insisted, frowning. “The League of Shadows?” She shook her head. “Ra’s al Ghul?” She shook her head again. “Immortal guy that has been using the Lazarus Pit to artificially extend his lifespan?”

Okay that rang a bell. “And has a creepy cult of assassins and lives in a mountain?”

He chuckled at her wording. “That guy.”

“I know of him. We’ve been looking into his case for a while.”

“We?” He arched an eyebrow. “Are you the death police?”

“I’m the Princess of the Ghosts, actually.”

He stopped and looked at her as if he were considering she was joking or trying to mock him. After a few seconds of pondering, he shrugged and rolled with it.

“And what does the Princess want with me? Take me back to the Afterlife?” By his little smile, he wasn’t taking this seriously. Did he think she was not being honest? What was the point of lying?

“If I wanted to take your soul I would already have done so,” she took a step closer. If she wanted, she could jump on him and take that sweet smelling ectoplasm, but she behaved. No need to act like a barbarian. “I just thought you smelled nice.”

He didn’t expect that. His cheeks turned a bit red. “That’s the worst pickup line ever. Very creepy.”

“Who said anything about pickup lines?” She slowly reached and brushed a bit of his hair away from his neck, the movement sending that sweet smell in her direction. “I’ve never encountered this scent and I’m curious.”

There was recognition in his eyes. He knew there was something different about him.

“Let’s say there’s an explanation for that. What would you do?”

What wouldn’t she do?

“If it’s harmful for you, I’d find a way to help and then kindly ask you if you are interested in a bit of fun." By the way his eyebrows rose, he got what she meant. "If not, then I want to kindly ask you if you are interested in a bit of fun and if you could let me take a sip."

"Are you- Are you like a vampire?"

She hummed, amused by the comparison. This wasn't the first time someone made a comment. Maybe she was a vampire after all, just not hungry for blood but for ectoplasm.

"Not for human blood.” If her smile hinted at her pointy teeth, it wasn’t on purpose. “So that’s a no?”

His smile was devious when he answered: “I never said I was against it.”

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note: this is a reupload from my old blog

content: sub changbin, dom reader, cross-dressing, pegging, praise, body worship, light humiliation, light bondage, biting, fingering

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“Ah...seriously.”

You had to push back the grin that was threatening to make its way onto your face as Changbin hesitantly took the garments from your hands. His eyes locked on them in poorly masked curiosity, pupils blown wide and practically burning holes into the black lacy material.

“For me?” he repeated the question. His voice was still full of disbelief, as if you’d just been messing with him the first several times you’d clarified—which, in all fairness, was a reasonable suspicion to have given your track record of teasing him.

You nodded. “For you.”

The message seemed to get through to him at last, if the way his face reddened was any indication. You waited patiently for him to say something, watching in amusement as he brushed his thumbs over the bra with a careful fascination. “Wh-why?” he sputtered.

“Why?” You tilted your head. “It was your idea, wasn’t it?”

Changbin’s gaze snapped up to meet yours, mouth falling open in defense. “It wasn’t!”

His tinge of panic finally drew out the smile that you’d been suppressing for so long. “Mm...I guess you’re right,” you agreed. “I did suggest it.”

A look of relief crossed his face, only for it to morph right back into alarm as you continued speaking. “But then, you brought it up again.”

He opened his mouth to object. “That’s—”

“And again...” you gleefully cut him off. “And again.”

Changbin could only huff as you drove in your point. He ducked his head, letting his bangs fall into his eyes to shield him from the smug look spreading across your face. “I was just joking,” he mumbled.

“Joking?” you echoed. “Jokes get boring when you keep repeating them, Binnie.”

The boy said nothing, sucking his lower lip into his mouth in a nervous habit. Despite how interested you knew he was in the set you’d bought him, you also knew that he may actually die of embarrassment if he admitted that to you. He stayed quiet as he shifted his weight from side to side, inwardly praying that you wouldn’t give up on the idea so easily.

Fortunately for Changbin, you knew him all too well. You hadn’t missed the hopeful gleam in his eyes as they'd darted between you and the lingerie, urging you to convince him as if he wasn’t already itching to try them on.

Deciding on a new approach, you let out a wistful sigh. “Hm...that’s too bad. I was really looking forward to seeing you in these.”

You placed a finger on his neck, gliding it ever so slowly down to his collarbones. The feeling alone made Changbin’s heart skip a beat under your touch, any words he'd planned to say catching in his throat when you traced mischievously over the curve of his chest. “Especially here,” you murmured. “I bet you would’ve looked so pretty.”

Feigning disappointment, you made a show of reaching out for the bra and underwear. You rested your hands over his, pausing for a moment to try and catch his expression before taking them into your grasp. Just as you did, you were met with a sudden resistance. Changbin tightened his hold on the material, tugging at it lightly and letting out the tiniest noise of protest. You raised an eyebrow at him, but he kept his gaze stubbornly averted, lowering his head even further in an attempt to hide his burning cheeks.

“If…” he began, swallowing hard. “If you really want…”

He trailed off sheepishly, but his grip on the lingerie didn't let up. “What do you want, Binnie?” you countered, lifting a hand to take his chin between your thumb and index finger. He tensed as you tilted his face back into view, his skin flushing impossibly deeper and telling you all that you needed to know.

Changbin batted at your shoulder with a low whine, wriggling out of your grasp to turn away again. You simply giggled in response, delighted with how flustered the idea alone had made him.

He relaxed slightly as you gave his cheek an apologetic pinch, and he raised the garments to get a better look at them.

“Why don't you try them on?” you encouraged, voice softening. "We both know you'll look great, baby."

Changbin gave a small nod, scooting back a bit and allowing himself some space to change. His hands slipped under the hem of his shirt before he paused, giving you a pointed look. “You’re staring,” he complained. “Turn around.”

You hesitated, debating for a moment whether or not to tease him, then decided against it—you’d have plenty of opportunities to do that later. The jingling of Changbin’s belt could be heard behind you as you turned your back to him, and you felt excitement bubble up in your chest at the thought of what was to come. He shuffled around for several seconds, ridding himself of his shirt and pants. When the rustling of his clothes came to a stop, you spared a quick glance over your shoulder, only to find him still fumbling with the waistband of his boxer briefs.

“Hey,” He began, voice turning up in pitch.

“Sorry, sorry.” You whipped your head back around, holding in another laugh before adding. “Not like it’s anything I haven’t seen before.”

You waited patiently for him to finish up, making sure not to look this time until you were entirely sure he was ready. After several confused grunts and a bit more rustling, his confirmation came at last.

“I think...I got it,” he announced awkwardly.

At that, you spun to face him almost too quickly, not bothering to disguise your eagerness. Changbin tried his hardest to stay still, desperately hoping he appeared confident despite how vulnerable he felt the moment your eyes landed on him.

You drank in the sight of him bit by bit, letting your gaze travel over every detail of his body. The frilly straps of the bra looked especially delicate in contrast to his broad shoulders, and the exposed skin of his pecs dipped into the garment to create a cleavage that nearly made your mouth water.

Changbin couldn’t help but squirm as you eyed his chest shamelessly, face growing hotter by the second. “W-well?” he asked, cringing at the way his voice cracked.

“Binnie,” you began seriously, letting your gaze drop to his soft stomach and toned thighs, admiring the way the lacy material adorned his muscles so beautifully. “You’re gonna drive me crazy.”

He felt a tinge of relief at your response, finally finding the nerve to look you in the eye. “I look good?” he pressed, biting his lower lip.

“Why don’t you see for yourself?” you answered playfully, placing your hands on his shoulders to turn him in the direction of the vanity mirror on your dresser. Changbin’s breath hitched, both from your sudden touch on his bare skin, and what awaited him when his reflection came into view.

His eyes grew wide as moons as he studied himself, mouth nearly falling open. You kept your hands resting on his shoulders, leaning over from behind him to brush your lips against his ear.

“Gorgeous,” you murmured. “You’re so gorgeous, baby.”

Changbin whined softly, looking away again, but the shy half-smile that made its way onto his face wasn’t lost on you. Mischievously, you let one hand slide down to his chest, squeezing one of his pecs through the bra and earning a flustered squeak from the boy.

“I swear, you were made for this,” you continued, pressing a kiss to his neck. “Your body’s so perfect. Every inch of it.”

He managed a breathless thank you, leaning his head to the side instinctively when you pecked his skin. “You—ah—you really like it?”

You parted your lips just slightly to nip at the junction of his neck and shoulder, taking pride in the sound he made. “Really,” you hummed, peppering kisses along his shoulder until you were met with the strap of the bra. "You dont know what you do to me."

He stiffened as you slipped your index finger underneath it, playing gently with the material and peering up at his reflection. “Seems like Binnie really likes it, too.”

Your stare dropped pointedly to the growing bulge in his underwear, pleased to find how hard he’d become from your praises alone. A long groan of embarrassment escaped him, and he shifted his position in a weak attempt to cover himself. “Not fair,” he muttered.

Goosebumps rose on Changbin’s skin as you tugged at the strap of the bra, pushing it to the side to resume your trail of kisses. Your other hand ran along his body, feeling up the warmth of his stomach and hips and making him shiver.

“Please,” he breathed, pushing into your touch as your fingers ghosted over where he needed you most.

“Please, what?” you asked innocently.

He said nothing, letting out a small, frustrated noise instead. Your eyes glinted with amusement, determined to make him crack one way or another.

“My only thought when I see you like this,” you drawled, brushing your palm against the fabric of his underwear. “Is that you’re just begging to be filled up.”

That was all it took for the last of Changbin’s composure to crumble. With a mortified whimper, his hands flew up to cover his face. “Oh my God.”

Your proud giggles filled the room as he took shelter behind his palms, thick thighs rubbing together like he wasn't sure if he wanted to disappear or stay basking in your attention forever.

“Cute,” you cooed.

He grumbled miserably in reply, but the way he twitched in your hand told you just how much your words had really aroused him. “Am I wrong?” You pressed down harder on his length through the lingerie. "You deserve to be filled up so good when you're looking this pretty, don't you, baby?"

Changbin chewed on his lower lip before giving his head a tiny nod, no longer trusting his voice to remain steady. You left another kiss right below his jawline, taking hold of his hands and carefully removing them from over his face. “Let’s do something about it then, yeah?”

He hummed in quiet agreement, still refusing to meet your eyes. You tugged lightly at his arm, guiding him in the direction of your bed, and with a shaky exhale, he settled onto the mattress.

“Good boy.” You rested your hand on his head, ruffling his hair before making your way to your closet to retrieve your strap-on and a bottle of lube.

When you returned, you found Changbin fiddling with the bra strap that you’d pushed to the side earlier, trying to slide it back into its original place. His bashfulness made affection rise in your chest, and you couldn’t resist the urge to tease him for it.

“Don't be shy, Binnie,” you purred, joining him on the bed. “It’s coming off anyway, isn’t it?”

Changbin’s heartbeat picked up at the thought of what you had in store, and it only grew faster as you inched closer to him. “Right,” he squeaked.

Taking the hint as you drew near, he leaned back obediently, letting you make your way on top until he was resting fully on the mattress. With your gaze now boring into him from above, he was unable to look away, frozen in place under your hungry expression. You admired his doe eyes and full cheeks for a moment longer before attaching your lips to his neck. He melted under your touch almost instantly, going limp as you kissed and sucked gently at his skin.

The low moan building in his throat spiked in pitch when your hand slid up to his chest and cupped him over the bra like before. His back arched suddenly as you pinched his nipple through the fabric, making you smirk against him. “Sensitive?”

You gave the bud another squeeze, making Changbin hiccup in response. “Hah, y-yes…” he breathed. It was followed by a soft sigh as you bit down fully on his neck, rolling his flesh between your teeth until you were sure it would leave a mark for him to blush over later.

The heat of your mouth combined with the way you toyed with Changbin’s chest quickly overtook his senses. He sank his teeth into his bottom lip as your kisses moved further and further down, trying to control his volume.

“A-ah,” he whimpered. “More.”

You glided your tongue along the cleavage of his pecs before answering, feeling him begin to tremble beneath your fingertips. “More?” You pulled back slightly to study his face. “Be more specific for me, angel.”

He hesitated. “It’s embarrassing,”

The childish whine nearly made you falter, but you managed to hold your ground, too determined to see Changbin as flustered as you could possibly get him. “I can’t know what Binnie wants if he doesn’t tell me," you pouted, tracing patterns over the lacy material of the bra.

He licked his lips nervously, his already hazy mind struggling to find the right thing to say. His eyes darted to your fingers, telling you all that you needed to know, but you kept up the oblivious act despite that, set on hearing him say it himself.

“I want...” Changbin’s resolve fizzled out as soon as it came, and he interrupted himself with another groan, hands rushing up to cover his face once more.

You simply ran your fingers over his body, waiting patiently as his desire battled it out with his dignity. Steadying his breath, he tried a second time, taking some comfort in the fact that he couldn’t see the smirk that was no doubt on your face. “W-want you inside me...please.”

His confession came out muffled, but it made your chest flutter all the same. “That's my boy.” You gave his thigh an approving pat, feeling it flex nervously under your palm. “Such a needy little thing behind all that shyness, hm?”

Before Changbin could protest, you curled your hand around his bulge, spine tingling as you felt the wetness that had begun to seep through his underwear. His hips jerked into your touch, and you used the action to your advantage, making quick work of slipping your fingers below the material and sliding it down his thighs.

He gasped weakly as his length was exposed all at once, twitching against his stomach as the air hit it. You took a moment to marvel at the precum that had dribbled out of its head before holding up the sticky underwear for him to see. “You’re so wet, baby,” you murmured. “Your new panties are already ruined.”

Changbin nearly choked at your words. Just as he was about to take cover from you yet again, you took hold of his wrists and pinned his hands above his head in one fluid motion.

His eyes widened at that, glazing over with an adorable mix of shock and lust. You tried not to giggle when faced with his awestruck expression, loosening your grip on his hands to slide one of them through the leg hole of the underwear. Changbin’s stomach filled with butterflies as he realized what your intentions were. He relaxed his muscles instantly, allowing you to twist the garment into a makeshift restraint and fit his other hand through it so that he was completely bound, arms locked above his head on full display for you.

“No more hiding,” you announced, satisfied with your work. Changbin’s wrists wriggled around slightly in the material, helpless, completely at your mercy. It made you soften for a moment. “This okay?”

He gave a rapid nod, and you patted his cheek affectionately, readjusting your position to reach for the lube. Changbin licked his lips, spreading his thighs on instinct as you squeezed the substance onto your fingers. Once they were properly lathered, you tentatively pressed your middle finger against his rim, earning a light gasp from the boy.

“Want it?”

“Yes,” he breathed. “Please...” He hardly had the chance to get shy about the desperation dripping from his voice before your finger pushed into his hole, entering him little by little. The sensation made his cock jerk, and a long, sweet sigh escaped him the instant your mouth was back on his body. You kissed hungrily along his collarbones and down his chest, feeling the heat rolling off him in waves. Changbin shuddered beneath you as you began pumping your finger ever so slowly, and he clenched his jaw in an attempt to restrain the cute noises that threatened to spill out.

Mischievously, you pulled on the strap of his bra with your free hand, making him yelp in surprise as it snapped back against his shoulder. “Don’t hold back, baby boy,” you scolded. “Wanna hear all the pretty sounds you make when I’m inside you.”

To emphasize the command, you dragged your teeth delicately along the exposed part of his pecs, stopping only when your mouth came in contact with the bra. Your fingers moved down to fiddle with the front clasp of the garment until it came unlatched, popping open and fully revealing his chest to you.

Anything Changbin had planned to say morphed into a helpless mewl as you wrapped your lips around his nipple. His hips surged upwards, pressing your middle finger into his walls and adding a whole new jolt of pleasure.

You alternated between flicking your tongue and sucking intently on the sensitive area before you moved on to pepper the rest of his chest with kisses. The ticklish sensation made him wriggle in the sheets, and he couldn’t suppress the sheepish giggles that bubbled up in his chest. They melted into a particularly loud moan as you crooked your finger inside him suddenly, rubbing against his sweet spot.

“A-ah! There!”

Changbin bucked reflexively into the air, and his attempt at a stuttered apology was cut off when you repeated the motion immediately after. “Is it that good?” you asked sweetly. "I haven't even finished stretching you out yet, baby."

He pushed his lower half down against your hand with a groan, his body answering you before his mind. “Yes...hah…so good.” He spread his thighs wider, silently begging for you to take the next step.

Sensing the urgency of his movements, you paused your pumping to bring your slick index finger to his entrance, teasing at it gently. Another plea left his lips, and out of pity, you wasted no time before easing it in next to your middle finger.

Changbin clenched around the digits, trying and failing to hold back his relieved moan. You relished in the sound of it, leaning back down to bring your lips to his stomach and making the muscles in his abdomen clench. “You’re irresistible, baby boy,” you mumbled into his skin. “So perfect for me. Can't wait to see you filled all the way up, like you deserve.”

Your praises were met with a soft whimper, and you knew if you could see Changbin’s face that it’d be shining with pride. You spread your fingers inside him, stretching him out even further just as you bit down on the soft flesh of his stomach. He writhed under the heat of your mouth, releasing a sound so sinful that you nearly shivered yourself.

“O-oh God, please,” Changbin cried out, whole body jerking as your lips drew dangerously close to where his length rested against his stomach. “Can’t—ngh—wait anymore, please."

Your wet kisses moved lower and lower until you finally pulled back to study him, swiping your tongue over your lips. “What do you need, Binnie?” Deviously, you curled your fingers against his prostate, just to make his head a little foggier. “Ask me like a good boy.”

He struggled to find enough composure to answer you, knowing you wouldn’t let up unless he said the words himself. Swallowing hard, he forced back the shame that was rising in his chest. “N-need you to fuck me, please.”

“Yeah?” you purred. “Want me to fuck you full of my cum, Binnie?

A fresh wave of humiliation washed over him, but he managed to nod nonetheless. With a sympathetic coo, you pulled your fingers out of him, leaving him to tighten reflexively around the sudden emptiness.

You reached for your strap-on without missing a beat, fastening it around yourself with ease. Changbin grew restless with anticipation from the sound of you popping open the cap on the bottle of lube, cock throbbing against his stomach, thighs squeezing together to try and get ahold of himself. You spread the substance along your strap slowly, taking your time both to ensure that it was thoroughly coated, and to rile him up further.

Changbin blinked his eyes open to catch a glimpse of you, letting out a frustrated whisper of your name. You smiled down at him, too endeared to scold him for being impatient. With one last stroke of your hand, you brought the strap to his entrance, pressing the toy’s tip to it, but not quite slipping it inside him just yet. His breathing stuttered as soon as you made contact with his twitching rim, and you gave his thigh a reassuring squeeze in an effort to make him relax.

Tentatively, you pushed the head into him, making note of his reaction before continuing to slide the rest of your strap in. Changbin inhaled sharply as you bottomed out inside him, clenching around the strap immediately.

You took in the sight of him as he adjusted to your size–his chest rising and falling rapidly with the unclasped bra sprawled along it, skin covered in marks from the work of your mouth, all on full display with his muscular arms bound above his head. He shuddered as you ran your palms over his body, stopping at his waist to grab onto it for leverage. A broken moan escaped him as you began easing out, and it was soon followed by a gasp when you snapped your hips forward again.

Changbin’s dick jerked at the sudden stimulation, gleaming with all the precum that had leaked out of it. You rocked your hips back and forth with care until you found a steady rhythm, digging your nails into his hips as you did. It wasn’t long before the needy sounds building up in his throat began to spill out of him freely, his voice rising in pitch with each one.

“You're so noisy, baby. So cute," you praised. “You like it that much?”

He could only mewl in response, too overwhelmed to say anything else. As a wordless confirmation, he lifted his legs higher to wrap them around your waist, pulling you closer to him and making your chest swell with affection. Though the new position limited your movements somewhat, his neediness was so cute that you didn’t mind. You picked up the pace of your thrusts, pushing into him with more vigor.

Changbin’s mouth fell open, letting out a long, drawn-out groan that made your core tighten. His wrists struggled in the restraints of the underwear again, no doubt from the urge to grasp onto something and ground himself.

“S-so—mmph—good,” he whimpered. “Harder, please. F-faster."

Your hands slid along his chest and up to his arms, feeling the firm muscles beneath your fingertips and steadying his squirming in the process. “Listen to yourself, Binnie,” you giggled. “When’d my baby turn into such a slut?”

He squeezed his eyes shut with a mortified whine, unable to handle your teasing properly when the feeling of you sliding in and out of him clouded his thoughts. All he could focus on was you, and how badly he needed you to fill him right back up every time you inched out. “Please,” he rasped, face hot with shame. "Need it, p-please."

You complied at last, altering your motions so that the strap stirred up the deepest parts of him. The immediate string of moans that left Changbin’s lips didn't disappoint, his sweet voice ringing out freely. You released his arms from your hold to straighten back up and grip onto his thighs, pulling him closer towards you with each roll of your hips.

The new angle quickly took effect on the both of you, creating a delicious friction at your core and rubbing against his prostate in just the right way. Changbin’s cries melted together as the head of your strap pressed into his sweet spot over and over, making him see stars.

You let out a soft moan of your own, the building tension in your abdomen making it difficult to keep your movements controlled. “Can’t get enough of you like this,” your voice darkened with lust as you drank in the sight of him falling apart underneath you; a beautiful wreck. “Taking everything I give you like a good boy.”

Changbin arched his back sinfully, keening your name as you gave an especially sharp thrust. “Y-yes, ‘m a good boy...your good boy.”

You felt your own high rapidly approaching as you increased your speed even further, digging your fingers into the flesh of his thighs with an intensity that was sure to bruise. “A-ah! Gonna cum,” he slurred, hands thrashing in the restraints. “Please, c-can I?”

“Let it out, Binnie.” you panted, gaze dropping to his length to find it throbbing against his stomach. Knowing that neither of you would last much longer, you took hold of the pump attached to your strap, careful not not to press down on it just yet. “Gonna fill my baby up to the brim like he deserves. Wanna see how pretty you look when you’re overflowing with my cum.”

Changbin let out a choked sob at that, coming undone all at once. His cry was immediately followed by the loud, harsh sound of tearing fabric, echoing throughout the room and making goosebumps rise on your skin.

You blinked rapidly, shock melting into awe as you processed the scene in front of you. In his fit of pleasure, Changbin’s arms had tugged so heavily at the underwear wrapped around his wrists that he’d managed to fully rip it apart. The boy hardly seemed to notice how the rocking of your hips faltered as his orgasm washed over him, making him jolt in the sheets with hot ropes of cum spilling onto his stomach.

He kept his arms firmly in place, not shifting them from their position over his head despite how badly he was squirming. The sight of him trying to remain obedient even when so overwhelmed with pleasure set something off in you, and you picked your movements back up, almost without realizing it.

Changbin whimpered pitifully as the overstimulation set in, but even then, he didn’t dare move his hands. All it took was a few more thrusts for the pressure in your core to finally be released, and you gave the pump in your hand a hard squeeze, emptying your load inside of him just as you reached your own climax.

Your moans mixed with the sound of Changbin’s soft whimpers as the seed spilled into him, making his head spin from all the different sensations. You continued bucking your hips forward shallowly, riding out your high until the last few waves of bliss rippled through your body.

The two of you struggled to catch your breath, chests rising and falling in unison as your foggy minds began to clear. You loosened your near death-grip on his thighs, noticing for the first time how deep you’d dug your fingers into his skin. Changbin released a content sigh as you did, and you brushed the pads of your fingers apologetically over the delicate area in an attempt to soothe it.

“You can move your arms now, Binnie.”

He paused, his embarrassment returning on full blast as his thoughts cleared. Sheepishly, he lowered his hands from above his head, and you took his wrists into your hold to study them. “You tore it,” you marveled, tugging the ruined underwear off. “My baby's so strong.”

Changbin’s cheeks flushed as you held up the ripped pieces for him to see, and he had to fight back the urge to bury his face in the pillows. “I’m sorry,” his voice turned up in a whine, but you didn’t miss the tiniest hint of pride that crept into it.

“Mm, that’s okay,” you grinned, brushing his sweat-soaked bangs out of his eyes. “We’ll just have to make sure the next pair lasts a little longer.”

#skz smut #sub!skz #sub!changbin #dom!reader #changbin smut

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dreams-and-drabbles · 1 year

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sorry for dissapearing 😭 i forget that i have tumblr sometimes💀

req: fake dating!scaramouche? and at the end he confesses his love (he didnt even know he had..sorta) after seeing with with an unknown dude? Ty!

-xoxo, 🥟

[ 🥟 ] Welcome back, anon!!! Also, bet!!! Have you SEEN his trailer btw?! It BROKE me.

Scaramouche sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and looking over the letter with a frown.

Why did he need a partner of all people?

Didn’t the archon have something better to do than host banquets—

Forging diplomatic relationships did not require dressing up… It was ridiculous.

He furiously crumpled up the letter from The Tsaritsa, his gaze trailing to a random recruit.

He approached them, his eyes narrowing on their figure.

The figure’s hair was slightly messy and wide [E/C] orbs stared at him in a mix of fear and shock.

Yes, they would do—

“You. What’s your name?” He asked, his tone harsh.

The recruit met his gaze, their jaw firmly set.

“It’s [F/N], Lord Harbinger.”

They were rather audacious, weren’t they? Fortunately, that was precisely what he needed for the Tsaritsa’s banquet.

“[F/N], I have a task for you. The Tsarita is hosting a banquet and I am without a partner. Consider this your first order as a new recruit.”

[F/N] stared at him blankly, before they nodded slowly. “Of course, Lord Harbinger.”

Scaramouche’s eyes narrowed and he grabbed their wrist, meeting their gaze.

Those damning [e/c] orbs stared back at him unblinkingly—

“You’re to be my partner for this. Do not address me as ‘Lord Harbinger’ during the duration of your assignment. Instead, address me as Scaramouche, or better yet come up with a nickname. Couples often use those… Understood?”

[F/N]’s eyes widened, before their face slid into an impassive smile. “Of course, Scara.”

Scaramouche’ nodded, and he released their wrist. “Good. Now, get your stuff. We have a long ways to travel before we reach Snezhnaya.”

After the Harbinger left, [F/N] let out a deep sigh, before rubbing their temple.

They could already feel an oncoming headache, having not expected this upon joining the Fatui.

Their family had been in debt, and [F/N] was nothing if not of use to others—

Their parents had no trouble whatsoever, selling them off, if it meant they’d get what they wanted.

Why would things be any different here?

They laughed bitterly, before heading to grab their belongings, which they hadn’t even gotten to unpack yet…

Some of the other new recruits glanced at [F/N] in pity, causing them to clench their fists in anger.

They hated pity—

[F/N] hauled their bags to the front, waiting for the Harbinger to arrive.

After ten minutes or so, Scaramouche emerged from the front of the building, his gaze landing on [F/N].

“Good. You’re ready. At least, you seem to be capable of being timely… There should be a ship waiting for us at the docks. We won’t be the only guests, so when we get on— You’re going to have to be tidied up.”

[F/N] bit back the urge to retort, their gaze studying the Harbinger momentarily.

“Tidied up? Forgive me, Lor- Ah. Forgive me, Scara, but I have no formal clothing. With all due respect, I came here to train, not attend a banquet.”

They responded, hoping the Harbinger wouldn’t take offence to their statement.

To their surprise, Scaramouche chuckled.

“That hardly matters. Given my position and my power, formal clothing can easily be arranged.”

Scaramouche said, before throwing a dark look over his shoulder.

[F/N]’s gaze trailed to where he’d looked, but they didn’t catch sight of anything there.

“I see. Well, thank goodness for your power…”

They grumbled, their gaze falling to the floor.

If they’d had power—

If they’d moved away from their parents and just did their own thing, then maybe they wouldn’t be here now…

Not everyone could be lucky enough to hold the archon’s favour, however….

[F/N] was one of those more unlucky individuals.

Scaramouche shook his head, an arrogant smile on his face. “Ah, so that’s how it is… Well, even if this is a farce, at least you’re not dull.”

[F/N]’s gaze shot to the Harbinger, their expression furious. “Glad to entertain you, Scara.”

They hissed, earning a mirthful smile from their companion.

“You’re very entertaining, [F/N].”

Chills ran up their spine at the Harbinger’s tone. He said their name like it was poison, yet there was a hint of fondness there— Like one may be fond of a pet or a their favourite dish.

It was unnerving to [F/N] and they returned to their room that night, finding themselves unable to sleep.

Sometimes during the night, the clothes had been delivered, and [F/N] changed into them.

They couldn’t sleep regardless, so they may as well take the chance to explore the ship.

They left their room, their gaze trailing to the ship’s railing.

It was an incredible view, at least.

“Can’t sleep? Here I thought the setup was quite accommodating.”

The oh-so familiar voice of Scaramouche intoned from behind them.

[F/N] sighed, running their hands through their hair. “No, I can’t sleep. What do you want, Scara?”

The harbinger chuckled, his expression clearly amused.

Well, at least one of them found this funny.

[F/N] thought bitterly, their brows furrowed.

“It’s not so unusual for one to check on their date, is it? Call it concern.”

The Harbinger said, and [F/N]’s expression darkened.

“You’re so full of it!” They hissed, uncaring of how the Harbinger may respond.

Scaramouche opened his mouth as if to say something back, but at that moment the ship jerked forward.

[F/N]’s eyes widened as they lost their grip on the railing and began to fall headfirst towards the sea.

They were going to die… They were going to die… This was it—!

Suddenly their decent stopped, as a strong grip wrapped around their ankle, harshly pulling them back over the railing.

[F/N]’s figure crashed into Scaramouche, as he scowled down at them.

“Idiot. How the hell are you supposed to accompany me if you’re dead? A hurt ankle is an easy fix, but fishing you out of the ocean? Not so much. Be more careful.”

The Harbinger spat, his expression dark.

[F/N] stared at him with wide eyes, their mind racing, while he hefted them up, unceremoniously carrying them to their room.

He dropped them on their bed, before leaving the room, muttering to himself darkly.

[F/N]’s heart was racing, as they reanalysed every second of the previous interaction.

They doubted they’d get any sleep, after that.

Morning came quickly, and [F/N] found themselves sitting beside Scaramouche, eating a relatively fancy breakfast, consisting of some smoked ham and a fruit tart.

They glanced at the Harbinger, studying him momentarily, before huffing out a soft sigh.

“Thank you… For saving me… Last night, I mean.” They murmured, their tone quiet.

Scaramouche shrugged, his gaze trained on his meal.

“Whatever. It would have been a nuisance if you’d died, and while you’re here, you’re my responsibility. Did you really think I’d let you fall overboard?”

[F/N] said nothing, as they had initially thought that, but Scaramouche had proven them wrong—

Despite all the rumours surrounding the Harbinger, he was treating them surprisingly decent.

They weren’t sure what to believe now…

The Harbinger sighed, cutting into his ham, a small frown on his face.

“I should have expected that. I don’t usually go out of my way for others. You, however, are essential for this to work… I may also find you fairly amusing, when you’re not at risk.”

[F/N]’s eyes narrowed at his words.

“Is that a compliment?” They asked, their tone sharp.

Scaramouche shrugged, taking another bite of his breakfast.

The meal went on in silence, while the two finished their food.

[F/N] sighed, glancing at the Harbinger curiously.

“Why’d you pick me to accompany you?”

Scaramouche shrugged, and [F/N] noticed with surprise that his ears were tinged the slightest bit pink.

“I chose you as a recruit, as well, if you remember. I suppose… I could relate some. I was originally thrown aside, too. I wasn’t useful enough…”

The Harbinger bit out, his expression clouding over briefly.

[F/N]’s eyes widened at his words, before understanding hit them—

They’d never even considered the Harbinger had gone through something like that, but with all the context—

It made so much sense.

“Well, they were wrong.” [F/N] said decisively, before taking a bite out of their breakfast.

Scaramouche’s eyes widened for a split second, before a bitter smile made its way to his face.

“I know. They were wrong about you, as well...”

He said, and for a second his expression seemed almost soft. Then, with a loud clatter, he set down his plate and left the table.

[F/N] stared after him, curiously.

Maybe, this arrangement wasn’t so bad…

The day of the banquet approached surprisingly quickly, and the air on the ship had chilled, as it drew closer to the frigid region of Snezhnaya.

[F/N] was dressed in an extravagant suit of furs, their [h/c] locks having been smoothed down for once.

They waited for Scaramouche, their gaze on the rapidly nearing mass of land.

Scaramouche stepped out, also dressed in furs, their colour scheme seemingly tailored to compliment [F/N]’s look.

The two shared a glance and Scaramouche opened his mouth, before clamping it shut, and averting his gaze.

[F/N] smiled, their expression fond.

They’d grown surprisingly used to the Harbinger during their time together…

“You look nice, Scara.” They said, and the Harbinger scoffed.

“Of course, I do… You look nice, as well…”

[F/N] laughed at his way of accepting the compliment, before their gaze trailed to the land in front of them.

“After this…” They spoke, their tone soft.

Scaramouche shrugged at their words, shaking his head. “We still have to keep up appearances until we return to base, at least.”

They nodded, relief rushing through them.

The ship made land, and in perhaps the blurriest handful of hours [F/N] had ever experienced, they found themselves at the banquet.

The atmosphere was stifling, and they were met by several surprised individuals.

All of whom, were shocked to see them in Scaramouche’s presence…

After a few unbearably stiff hours, the social aspect of the banquet had finally passed.

Scaramouche pulled them to the side, during this time, dragging them out to the balcony.

“Listen, [F/N]… I know I said that we need to keep up appearances, however… This is growing rather vexing… I….”

[F/N]’s gaze fell to their hands and they sighed, shaking their head.

“No, it’s alright. I understand now why you needed me here, too… The environment is kind of exhausting, and it really was expected of you to have a date, wasn’t it?”

They murmured, earning a scoff from the Harbinger.

“Let me finish. This is growing rather vexing, as it seems, I’d like our arrangement to be more long term. I’ve grown surprisingly fond of you.”

[F/N]’s eyes widened and their cheeks burned, fortunately their flush was masked by the sting of the cold air.

“Are you asking me to be your date for real, then?” They asked, their tone shocked.

The Harbinger raised a brow, before crossing his arms. “Are you seriously going to make me repeat myself?”

[F/N] laughed, shaking their head.

“No, I’d love to… I’ve grown fond of you, as well…”

Scaramouche smirked, his gaze trailing to the ballroom.

“Then what do you say we ditch the rest of the banquet? The environment is dull, and we’ve already heard the Tsarita’s speech.”

[F/N] grinned, their eyes sparkling.

“I think that’s a great idea.”

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #thanks for the ask!#send asks #scaramouche x reader #genshin reader insert #scaramouche #fake dating #this was so fun to write

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snaileer · 1 year

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Seashells In An Orchard - SNEAK PEEK

Percy Jackson x Teen Wolf Crossover

When they’re talking about how long it’s been since they were around mortals, the pack overhears.

Percy makes a snide comment about Lydia, “Y’know Wise Girl, with those smarts of hers, she might be one of yours,”

Annabeth scowls at him, “As if, Seaweed Brain. Besides, Banshees were always more of Apollo’s thing, branches of the Oracle and all that. Redheads are his preference too if I remember.”

Will turned around to give her a small glare, “Hey, watch it with the badmouthing, just cuz you’re insulting Percy doesn’t mean you get to poke fun at me. Or Rachel.”

“She’s a banshee, Solace. Toneless screeching and telling the future, isn’t that basically all your cabin does?”

“I wouldn’t expect you to understand music, Annabeth, what with your nose stuck in a book all the time.”

The following insults only devolve into arguing between all of them. Despite knowing they had seen the Gods on Olympus fall into much the same trap… each of them still felt the pull of discord pushing to keep fighting. To keep arguing, to keep-

The dazed and awestruck voice of Stiles quietly breaks through the fighting.

”Holy Hell. There are Gods fighting in your living room, Derek. Literal actual-“

The room fell silent, the (gods?) immediately looked to Stiles like they were daring him to keep going.

“What do you mean, Gods, they’re not-“

“They’re Greek. The Greek gods. I heard them, it was Greek they spoke Greek.” Stiles says, still staring with wide eyes and hanging jaw, eyes flicking across each of their faces.

“And Ancient Latin…It was Ancient Greek and Ancient Latin.” Lydia says in a daze.

“There’s no way-” Peter started.

“Plus she called him Apollo, and he responded to it.” Stiles pointed at Annabeth then at Will.

Percy started laughing, “Look who blundered it this time, Smartypants,” Percy smiled mockingly.

“Honestly, it doesn’t matter what you say, I’d bet ten drachmas that kid is one of yours, Annabeth. He’s got Owl written all over him.” Piper giggled.

The girl in front glared back at her friend, then scanned Stiles up and down, “Not directly, but yes, I believe he is.”

“Can somebody please explain what’s happening?! What are you people talking about?!” Isaac yelled.

All of the -they were gods!- seemed to step into line in front of them, mostly staring at Stiles.

“Well, kid? You have a theory, defend it. You’ve got a choice on how this goes.” Percy said.

Stiles gulped, “I said I think you are the Greek Gods, or at least the embodiment of them. That part I’m not sure on, I haven’t done any research and-“

Annabeth narrowed her eyes in calculation and then barked something out in Greek, cutting over Stiles, “πηγαίνετε μαζί με αυτά που λέει.” Go along with whatever he says.

Percy looked a bit surprised and not happy with whatever she said, Nico and Piper as well. They opened their mouths to protest but she cut them off, “πρέπει να κρατήσουμε τα στρατόπεδα κρυμμένα.” We have to keep the camps hidden.

“This isn’t the only way, Annabeth, my magic could easily erase-“

“No. We came with a goal here and at least one of them is clear sighted. Stiles, is it?”

“Yes?” He hesitated.

“You call us gods but do you know which gods of the pantheon we are? Names have power. So, Stiles, name at least three of us our ancient names.”

Her friends looked confused at her, but went along with it.

“Uh, what!? I just met you! And I’m not even a hundred percent sure I know all of the Greek gods!”

“Consider it a test, Mieczyslaw Stilinski.” Her eyes urged him forward.

“Uh huh, uhhhh…. So the Blond Guy in back is Apollo, obviously, I mean really, you chose the last name Solace? Obviously the god of the sun.”

The kid seemed to glow a bit for a second before nodding and looking back to Annabeth. “And I think, I mean- I’m pretty sure that, you’ve got to be Athena, which is why they said Wise Girl, and owls are of course your holy animal,”

She smiled and nodded, “of course. One more.”

Crap. They hadn’t given away anything else, Stiles had been to caught up in his realization that they were gods he hadn’t even tried to connect which ones. Other than Apollo and did Athena say he was related to her?

Stiles looked at each of the people in front of him desperately, till his eyes froze on the sea-green ones in front of him. Sea-green. Sea. Green. Sea. Athena called him Seaweed brain. The smell of the ocean Scott described. A god of the sea who doesn’t like Athena…… Stiles face drained of color,

“Poseidon.”

“Well, what’d’ya know. He actually got it, I definitely would’ve lost a couple drachmas on that one.” Percy-Poseidon!- chuckled a bit and shifted his weight back. “Maybe I should check with Fortuna.”

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clone-whore-99 · 2 years

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As a sniper, Crosshair is incredibly good with his fingers. He takes pride in seeing how much he can overstimulate you by making you cum countless times just by fingering you. He doesn’t stop no matter how much you beg, not until he’s beaten his previous record.

Anon, I love you and I love your idea! I hope what I've made is up to your standard ❤

Personal Competitions

Crosshair x Reader (I don't think I have any gendered descriptions in here, but I can't be sure)

Rating: 18+ (Minors get lost! 🔫)

Warnings: Straight up smut, porn with no plot, fingering, overstimulating, established relationship, slight bondage, short fic LMK if I missed any

Crosshair was a very competitive man. You knew this from the very first day you met him. He was always betting and making competitions out of everything with his brothers. And he wouldn’t stop until he won. It was part of what drove you to like him so much.

Though, you never expected him to be just as competitive in bed. And especially not with himself.

How this silly competition began, you weren’t sure. But it had definitely gotten out of hand. Well, out of your hands. Crosshair was still in full control over the situation.

After the first couple of times, he had quickly found out the need to tie up your hands. Once you were beginning to get overstimulated, you would try to use your hands to stop him - thus interrupting his little, personal competition.

After a couple more times, he found out he needed to keep your legs spread, or your thighs would clamp down around his hand in an attempt to stop him. And he wasn’t going to stop.

This time you were in a sitting position. With the use of your panties, your hands were tied behind your back - resting right above Crosshair’s hard member, which was still restrained in his blacks. That was the deal. You couldn’t get it until he had beat his personal record of making you cum with nothing but his fingers. You had lost count over how many times it was by now.

Crosshair had your legs prepped over his own, using his knees to keep them apart. One hand was working wonders between your legs, digits covered in your juices as they drilled into your most sensitive parts.

The other hand was fondling your chest, partly for the pleasure but mostly to keep you from tumbling over and obstructing his view. The view was definitely the best part for him.

If you were too exhausted for his cock after the multiple orgasms he had given you, Crosshair would use your release as a lubrication to jerk himself off. The actual act wasn’t the most important part for him, the usage of his fingers and the view was.

Due to his enhanced abilities, Crosshair never missed the mark. His fingers were quick and precise, taking you apart as easily and quickly as his rifle - or the people on the receiving end of that rifle.

He never had to search for those glorious spots. He instantly found them and had you gasping and moaning in a manner of seconds. Honestly, it was rather impressive how quickly he worked those fingers. And how he loved seeing what they did to you.

How he, no matter the temperature, would have you covered in beads of sweat highlighting every curve of your body to him. How your mouth turned into an O shape whenever you came and your eyes would roll into the back of your head. How your hands would always try to grab onto the nearest object, desperate to find anything that could ground you. How your toes curled and legs spasmed. How your chest would constantly rise and fall with each desperate gasp of air between moans and your back arched as your hips desperately buckled into the palm of his hand. He loved watching how every muscle in your body tightened at the peak of your climax, then relaxed only to tighten again shortly afterwards, when he wouldn’t stop.

But most importantly, he loved to see the way his fingers disappeared into you and reappeared glistening with your juices. It was a sight he would never tire of.

And the more the two of you were together, the more he would get to see. You could cry and beg for him to just fuck you already, but to no avail. Like an obsessed, hypnotized man, he would keep working his fingers into you, until he beats his last record.

And nothing was gonna stop him from winning his own little personal competition.

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naresnani · 1 year

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For Peace

Fandom: Ikemen Prince | Adam Kain (OC), Adjisaka Kain (OC), Chevalier Michel | Words: 600

Tags: just a short dialogue

Summary:

“You and him are the exact same.”

Hearing his brother’s rough voice, directed to the First Prince no less, Adam winces.

Yet still the loudest sound of the night is the crackling campfire, burning erratically in front of them. The three men had stayed up for the watch, their faces framed by the darkness, while everyone else seemed to have returned to their tents. In the midst of war, they’re all on edge, especially the other two, who are the current commands of the frontlines. Adji of the Yashpari and Chevalier the Rhodolitians. It’s been going… well, as well as you’d expect between two very different individuals.

Though Adji had certainly mellowed out from the Adji that Adam remembers, he never really changed.

“Aiming for ‘peace’. And the sort of peace that you want only brings about more wars,” he said, softly, like speaking is a most tiresome ask. “Every man makes this mistake.”

Chevalier, despite himself, always listens. Whatever scathing critique Adji levied at him. Supposedly despite everything these two also understand each other very well.

His unwavering posture faces towards the fire, and he just listens.

“Well, they make the worse mistake, I’ll admit. But only because Rhodolite hasn’t been given the chance yet, heh.” Adji’s faint smile only lasts a second. “If your roles are reversed, I’ll bet my life I wouldn’t be able to differentiate between you, and the Gilbert von Obsidian.”

“If our roles are reversed….”

For some reason Chevalier is entertaining the thought.

At this point Adam has been glaring holes into Adji’s skull, without much success. He more often than not truly appreciates his brother’s boldness towards basically everyone around him, because it’s something he’s not able to do. However everything they’ve done to reach this far shouldn’t be leading up to a failed and broken alliance only because Adji refuses to be nothing less.

“If our roles were reversed, we wouldn’t be here right now,” Chevalier finishes.

“Yes, we would be on top of rubble.” Adji absently stares into the distant forest. He hasn’t so much as glanced at Adam. “... This is something I won’t doubt you have learned well, but it’s often the case that men refuse to believe it,” he starts, still addressing the prince. “It never ends, milord. The struggle.”

Adam is filled with familiar feelings.

“There will be no final victory. And certainly none that’ll bring about lasting peace. To live, you constantly fight for yourself.” Adji’s words come so easily, like he has had this belief cemented in his very being. “So that there might just be a probability that you and your children live a smidge easier.”

“From my side, Kain, you seem no different either,” Chevalier said. “If given the power the gold and the influence, wouldn’t you safeguard your people no matter the cost?”

“Of course. What would be my point otherwise? However, I don’t delude myself into thinking I could save the rest of the world. This wish of yours is your error.” He looks past the prince. “People will still fight, no matter what, for a better life. Even better than what you think they deserve. And what one man or nation thinks someone deserves is often very wrong.”

Again, Adji is met with silence. An attentive silence.

“Once you understand this… perhaps you’ll live with a lot less burden in your heart.”

I know I have, he seems to imply. His acceptance of there being no end to the struggle seems to have given him… peace?

“I suppose this means there’s no end to a better life either,” Adam chimes in from the darkness.

“I suppose so, brother.” He returns to them. “I suppose you’re right.”

#result of me violently forcing myself and my friend to write #not bad at all... i like it #ikepri oc #ikepri adam #ikepri chevalier #ikepri

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yama951 · 2 years

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Jubilife Village, Hisui Region, 1804 AC

After a week or so since the appearance of the mystery gifts, nothing seemed to have happened, and so Kamado gave an order to Dawn to explore the Crimson Mirelands for the pokedex. A Gingko Guild wagon would be waiting for her on the trip.

It was on her way to the gate of the village where she met Volo once again. It was honestly awkward seeing the guy and wondered if the hairstyle genes were that strong.

“Ah, good morning there Dawn. I see you’re back to work once more.” he said with a grin.

“Same goes for you. Working hard or hardly working?” she joked. Volo just chuckled.

“Now, now, if I answer that honestly out in the open, Ginter will double my workload. Come, come, the wagon’s just outside the village.” he said as the two headed out, with Dawn giving Ress a wave on the way out. “Ginter told me to head to the Pastoria settlement to drop off their orders and supplies. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if we took a scenic route. Pokemon do alter the terrain a lot.”

Dawn wasn’t sure if it was his appearance or the way they just clicked with the banter and ancient history but it easily made her open up to the guy. Enough to show off her phone and all the future stuff with him. Given that the photos of Lucas didn’t halfway fade away, it was probably fine to show Volo his probable descendant on her divinely blessed overpowered smartphone.

“Honestly not sure what sort of plants the ponyta eat here in Hisui but they sure are feistier than the Unovan breed the Gingko Guild use.”

“Don’t I know it. I had trouble with the alpha rapidash but I managed to catch it on my fifth try.”

“Commander Kamado must be losing his sleep with all the alphas you’re giving the village.”

“I haven’t heard a comment on that, although Rei told me Captain Cyllene went to work a lot earlier after I gave Beauregard his alpha wurmple.”

“Oh there’s a story there, I bet.”

“Too bad I didn’t have a rotomphone or I could have enough time to capture what might happen. Then again, I imagine a rotom would block the divine blessing from being granted, so it’s a fifty-fifty. Oh, do you want to see the plates again?” she asked, a vague memory way back in her pokemon journey all those years ago popping up in her mind.

She recalled meeting someone like him, a philosophy student, who gave her a plate in the mine. The second and last time she met him, it was outside the Canalave Library. She apparently missed the release of the book he wrote and donated to the library, though she did read it. It was the start of her own research into history and the occult. Then again, the philosophy guy had gray hair, perhaps a relative?

As she pulled out the two plates from her bigger-on-the-inside satchel, courtesy of Bagin, his improbable knowledge of probably ancient magics, and his price gouging ways, she pulled out three plates. “Huh? Where did this one come from?” she muttered as the two looked at the grayish dark teal plate.

Volo looked at it with both surprise and unease, as if he just witnessed a hint of secret knowledge not meant for mortal eyes to see.

“What… what sort of plate is that?” he asked, loosening his grip on the reins, letting the ponyta slow down. For the first time, he was stumped at the unknown.

“It looked like a Dread Plate? But… I don’t think it looks like this. They’re more a dark grayish blue, than a dark colored Icicle Plate…”

“I wonder what sort of element it’s connected to.”

“None of the above?” Dawn joked. “Miscellaneous?” she grinned. “Placeholder for later updates to reality?”

Volo huffed at that, returning to driving the wagon.

“You hold a piece of the almighty creator in your hand and you have the gall to ruin the mystery with levity?” he joked with faked shock.

“I mean like, the creator of all things and I are like, totes tight. They like, gave me their phone number and everything. We even have, like, matching phone cases. We’re sooo BFFs for life.” Dawn said with the thickest surfer Unovan she could manage. Volo laughed out from that indecipherable nonsense, from his perspective.

“Please tell me there are people in the future talking like that.”

“Some surfers from Unova and Alola totally talk like that.” Dawn said with a chuckle as the autumnal foliage of the mirelands slowly creeped into their surroundings.

“I’m curious.”

“Hey there Curious. I’m Dawn.” Volo snorted at that.

“No, no, I’m serious.”

“Oh, is Serious your first name or middle name? Curious Serious or Serious Curious? Or maybe you’re curiously serious or seriously curious?” Volo’s chuckles turned into plain laughter.

“Dawn, Dawn, please, just humor me here.”

“I mean, you’re laughing already.”

After a few more chuckles, it slowly quieted down.

“Alright, what is it you wanted to talk about?”

“The unknown plate. Every plate has an engraving on it. Surely that one has an engraving on it also.”

“Huh, you got a point there.” Dawn said as she picked up the grayish dark teal plate and looked for the engraving. It took her a moment to decipher the ancient unown based script.

The Original One discarded those it deemed unfit to exist to the other side of this world.

The sound of the wagon moving and the hooves of the ponyta were heard as the two pondered what the engraving meant.

“I wonder what that meant…” Dawn muttered out loud. “I mean, Giratina was allowed to be on this side so what does that even mean?”

“By what right would it have to deem something unfit to exist?” Volo said harshly, almost a shout. He blinked in realization. “Sorry about that. It just… it made me recall why I look at history so strongly.” he then loosened his grip on the reins, a sorrowful look came to him. “I was an unwanted child, you see. The third born son of some noble house somewhere out there. They got their heir and their spare, so why keep a third son? So they gave me away to the Gingko Guild, being fellow Celestica blood, with nothing but a letter about my family and a name. Volo Caligulus, the unwanted third son who should have been a daughter, with Rego Caligulus being the first born and Adoro Caligulus being the second born.” a flash of anger appeared on his face. “I detest that name, so I became Volo Nervus instead, after my adoptive father. He taught me everything he could about Celestica history, the culture and the stories. I wondered where we were going and hoped that the past had the answers I seek. When I heard news of the Gingko Guild increasing their manpower in Hisui, the abandoned homeland of the Celestica people, I knew I had to sign up for the task.” he said with a soft grin. “And here I am, wasting as much time as I could focusing on ancient ruins rather than actually being a merchant.”

“Well, you got your favorite customer here to share the many, many detours along the way.”

Volo chuckled at that.

“You didn’t buy a single thing from me.”

“Hence I’m your favorite customer.” Dawn said as she pulled out her phone. “I’m sure you would love to hear some stories from fellow retail workers dealing with customers.”

“I, for one, would love to punch whoever thought of that ‘customer is always right’ nonsense the moment you told me. Please don’t tell Ginter, or he’ll make it guild policy.”

“And make more people suffer? I won’t. Besides, I’m sure we’re a century before the line was officially made so we’re good.”

Volo snorted.

“Well then Dawn, how’s about some entertainment on the road? I’m sure we could detour the wagon around some invisible alphas along the way.”

Dawn grinned as she browsed the Customer Isn’t Always Right website and began with the top story.

#lucid twin dragons au #fanfic #world building #worldbuilding #pokemon legends arceus #fanfiction #pokemon fanfic #my writing #pokemon dawn #pokemon volo #merchant volo

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plus-size-reader · 3 years

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Should Be

Damon Salvatore x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2897 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Damon’s human partner gets jealous of Katherine when she gets out of the tomb.

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Katherine coming back from the tombs wasn’t ideal for anyone.

There was a reason she’d been locked away for as long as she had and really, you didn’t get why they were letting her out in the first place.

The world was going to keep turning whether or not they let her be a part of it. At least, that was what Damon had assured you when the news broke that she had resurfaced.

You didn’t want to care.

In reality, her coming back to Mystic Falls wasn’t any of your business. You hadn’t ever had anything to do with her, and you wouldn’t, even if she came back.

Still, it would be a lie to say that you weren’t really comfortable with it.

The two of them, Katherine and Damon, they had quite a bit of history and you just couldn’t fit the feeling in the pit of your stomach that it was going to be bad news for you. It just didn’t seem right.

Maybe you were jealous, or insecure, or something like that but it didn’t really matter. All you knew was that you weren’t itching for her to come back into any of your lives.

Damon was different, for the better, than when the two of you met but Katherine had quite the hold on him for a really long time and you were worried how her poking around in your lives would affect him.

It couldn’t be good, even if she was magically on her best behavior, somehow.

You just didn’t see that happening.

You weren’t jealous, of course, you had to keep reminding yourself of that. You and Damon had been together for several years, and you knew that he loved you. It was the sort of connection that you’d never had with another person, having been enthralled with him ever since he saved your life.

As it would turn out, that was quite the bonding exercise.

However, no experience you and Damon had ever shared could compare to all the time he and Katherine had been together.

They had been in love, and whether it was real for her or not, Damon had never really even gotten over her betrayal. He cared about her deeply, and you couldn’t imagine how seeing her again would make him feel.

Until recently, you thought that you trusted Damon more than anything.

You trusted him with your life for God's sake and you were sure that nothing would ever change that, but evidently, Katherine had decided to challenge that notion.

Ever since she’d come back into all your lives, she had made a choice to just inject herself into every situation you were in. Even now, from where you were in the bathroom brushing your teeth, you could hear her talking to him in the adjacent bedroom.

It was nothing more than pathetic small talk about their past together but it was more than enough to make your blood boil.

You knew more than enough about the bond they had shared and the time they spent together, you didn’t need to hear it from her on top of everything else that was on your plate.

She might not have been too much of a real threat to you, because you knew that no matter what she did, there was no undoing what she’d done to him but that didn’t make you like her any better.

Frankly, even knowing that, you’d had enough of Lady Katherine.

Her presence here, where you lived, was like a slap in the face.

Decades had passed since they were even in the same room and even then, she had done nothing more than treat him like dirt.

It seemed like common sense that she was just going to do it again, but he was letting her. Damon was barely even putting up a fight and really, you were finding it hard to believe.

After everything that she had put him through, why would he even entertain her presence in this place.

He didn’t owe her anything, not anymore.

You thought that what you and Damon had was more important to him than anything else, but if her coming back into his life was enough to make him question that, it said a lot.

So, even though you wanted to go tell her to get out, you kept it to yourself.

Not well, but you kept it to yourself.

You may have been brushing your teeth more aggressively than you ever had in your entire life, but you hadn’t said anything yet.

For you, that was a win.

Deep down, you weren’t really worried about losing him to her. If Katherine had actually bothered to get to know him all those years ago, she would know that Damon was one of the most devoted and loving men in the world.

He was now, and you were sure that he had been before all this.

You just had to break down those walls of his first.

It took some time but it was well worth it once you earned his trust. You knew that he would do anything for you, and anyone else he loved, she just didn’t actually care.

Not that it mattered to her what kind of bond you two had.

As far as she was concerned, you were just some temporary fling that Damon would get bored of and feed off of at some point, like he did most of the others. He had never actually kept a girlfriend around for very long.

He wasn’t the kind, and in any case, she was sure that you couldn’t hold a candle to her.

She had a hold on him that had lasted, at least somewhat, for all the time that she’d been locked away and in a matter of days, she was sure she could have the raven-haired male eating out of the palm of her hand.

It was that easy.

All she had to do was prove it, and at this rate, it wasn’t going to take long at all.

Here she was, sitting new to him on your fancy little bedspread with him, practically hanging on her every word while you were tucked away. Before long, she wouldn’t have to put up with you anymore at all.

He was bound to come to his senses at some point, and she had nothing but time.

She could wait it out.

Tonight though, she couldn’t have gotten away from you that easily.

You could only hide away in the bathroom for so long and once that time had run out, you entered the bathroom with a casual sigh leaving Katherine’s lips at the sight of you.

Just when she was starting to bring up all those good memories they shared, here you came to ruin it all.

“Could you please move over?” you asked, only looking at her as much as you absolutely had to, catching the tail end of an eye roll that you would have been okay with missing entirely.

All she did was scoff, clearly inconvenienced.

“Why? Am I hurting you here?” she asked, not bothering to cover up the hatefulness in her tone, not that you or Damon was surprised. Speaking of, the dark haired male was still just sitting there, waiting for someone to lunge at the other.

He wasn’t a huge fan of her being here either, but he was trying to be civil.

There was a chance they would need her and burning that bridge too early could cause problems along the way, or at least that was what Stefan told him.

He’d lived without her for a long time and he’d be fine if she fell off the face of the earth tomorrow. Though, if she kept testing you, she may not make it until tomorrow.

She may have had the upper hand over you as far as vampire strength was concerned but you all knew that if she tried to do anything to you, he would turn her head so far around that she’d be the one really out of place.

He wasn’t going to let her hurt you, not if it really came down to it.

“That’s where I sleep,” you explained, gesturing to where she was, sprawled out on your side of the bed, without a care in the world. It wasn’t the kind of thing that you even thought you had to explain but she was pushing you.

She wanted to start a fight.

To Katherine, this was all a game and she had nothing to lose.

There were no rules and she was betting on the fact that she could break you with very little effort.

However, there was one thing she was forgetting. You and Damon shared something she could never hope to have with him, something she had given up a long time ago.

Love

You respected Damon and you cared about him.

The two of you were together through the good times and the bad, not just when you needed something from him or you were bored. In that way, she couldn’t hope to touch what you shared.

Still, there was one thing that worried you.

Katherine was gorgeous.

Her body was incredible, and she had no problem showing it off which she had made very clear tonight. Where you would have wanted to hide away and never go outside again, she just strolled around in nearly nothing, without a care in the world.

Emotionally, you and Damon couldn’t have been closer but physically, you couldn’t help but feel like she would beat you had there been some kind of competition.

Even you would have chosen her over you in that regard.

When she stood from the bed, dramatically throwing her hair over her shoulder to give Damon one final wink before leaving, you got a good look at her long legs, even further making you rethink yourself.

Why was Damon with you when he could have had her all this time? Sure, he didn’t know she was down there until today but now that he knew, there was nothing keeping him from picking her.

After she’d left, you plopped down on your side of the bed, immediately turning away from Damon and cuddling into your pillow.

You knew it wasn’t his fault you were having these thoughts about yourself, but you didn’t want to be around him right now.

You didn’t want him to be reminded of what he could have had.

“What’s going on with you?” he asked, after a few seconds of sitting in the dark, staring at the back of your head without a kiss on his lips. You always kissed him before bed, but tonight, you didn’t even seem to care if he was breathing.

It was unlike you and it worried him, not that he would ever admit it.

You didn’t answer right away, letting his words simmer in the air for a few moments as you thought about what you wanted to say. There weren’t really words that would make any sense to him.

From where he was sitting, you would seem jealous and out of your mind but this wasn’t about Katherine anymore.

For you, this was about how he’d settled with the wrong woman and you couldn’t help but feel like he was lying to you about his feelings.

How could he be attracted to you when you looked like you did?

You had asked him before, on a bad day when you woke up feeling huge and ugly, but this was different. Katherine prancing around here had shown you everything that you could have looked like.

What you should have looked like.

“It’s nothing, let’s just go to bed” you tried, far too physically and mentally exhausted to have this conversation.

For now, you just wanted to get some sleep, you could deal with Katherine and all her business tomorrow.

As for your body, that was just going to have to be tomorrow's problem as well. Physical exhaustion always won out over mental anguish, no matter how much you tried to force your own hand in that regard.

All you could hope was that you felt better in the morning, and maybe then, you could explain all this weird stuff to Damon.

You woke up to a cold bed, which was pretty much par for the course when it came to sleeping next to a vampire but when you rolled around and found he was gone, that was when you got a little worried.

That was new.

Damon never got out of bed before you, if he even got out of bed when you did, and you couldn’t help but be concerned about what he could have been doing.

Knowing Damon, it could have literally been anything.

Though, the last thing you expected to find when you turned the corner was the man you loved, trying and failing to make what smelled like chocolate chip pancakes and scrambled eggs.

“Good morning my love, would you care to explain why I went to bed without a goodnight kiss?” he wondered, focusing more on the glass of bourbon in his hands than the breakfast that was surely burning on the stove.

He always tried his best where the more domestic stuff was concerned but it just wasn’t his strong suit. He just wasn’t as much of a wiz in the kitchen as he liked to pretend that he was in moments like this.

“After I put out the grease fire you’re about to start” you sighed, moving the pan from the fire and setting it in the sink.

Damon wasn’t going to let you get off easy after last night, but the most you could do was buy yourself some time before you made an absolute fool out of yourself.

He wasn’t about to just let this go.

He never did.

“I’m serious, you got all squirrely after Katherine left” Damon prodded, his hands falling on your hips, which he used as leverage to turn you toward him, trapped between his body and the sink.

You sighed, desperately hoping that you wouldn’t have to have this conversation but knowing that you would.

It was embarrassing.

Part of you, the mature part, knew that this wasn’t that big of a deal but the other part couldn’t help but hate her. She wasn’t just some beautiful girl, Mystic Falls was full of those, but Katherine was a threat.

This was much more about how she was clearly trying to take Damon from you than actually just trying to be a friend to any of you.

She wasn’t that kind.

“Excuse me if I’m not thrilled to have your psychotic ex girlfriend prancing around in her underwear” you scoffed, not understanding what it really was that he was missing.

You were projecting, of course, but there was no real way around it. As insecure as Katherine made you, her being here was just as much of the problem. You didn’t want her injecting herself into your life.

It wasn’t her place, and the idea that he wanted you to somehow be okay with it was really messing with you.

“Cute”

From Damon, that was little more than a casual huff but he knew you better than to just believe that. It wasn’t like you to act like you did last night, not with him, even where she was concerned.

You were better than that.

You were better than her, that was why he didn’t think anything of her immature little games.

“Now the truth” he prompted, a soft smile on his face as he waited for you to tell him what was really eating at you. This had been dragging out for way too long, and he really just wanted to get it over with.

He wanted to help you feel better, and he would do anything he could to make that happen, you both knew that.

Damon would have gladly turned her inside out if it would make a difference, but first, you had to tell him what was bothering you. He was good, but he wasn’t that good. You had to give him something to go off of.

“She is what I should be, what you deserve” you muttered, the words barely leaving your lips as you thought about them. You didn’t want to admit it to him, almost as much as you didn’t want to admit it to yourself.

You didn't like that she got under your skin, because she knew that she could. The more you let her, the more she got what she wanted.

...and you hated that.

“I think I’d rather have you” Damon shrugged, not even hesitating in his response. Given the two of you, and the person that Katherine was, there was nothing in the world he would have rather had than you.

He definitely didn’t want her.

Katherine had turned her back on Damon a million and one times, and at the end of the day, she couldn’t have given a damn what happened to him but you weren’t like that. You had the biggest heart of anyone he’d ever known, in several lifetimes.

There was nothing he wouldn’t trade, if it meant that he got to keep you.

At the end of the day, you were his person and he knew a good thing when he had it.

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She Loves Me, She Loves My Knot | Pro Hero Alpha!Bakugou x Omega!Reader (nsfw, 18+)

hii!! i don’t see many people who write ABO for MHA so I’m glad i found you!!

Can we have a scenario where Bakugou’s omega is generally really tough and seems rather indifferent to everything — however she’s a little afraid of taking Katsuki’s knot for the first time and he tries his best to help her through that process? Sorry if it’s a little obscure but I love the idea of Bakugou being soft and caring but only for his spicy little omega.

Fem reader if you can but if you’d rather opt for gender neutral that’s fine too!! Please keep writing ABO, i love all your things! 🥺🤍

Um hi YES, I really love ABO stuff and I also wanted to see more, so I was like...welp, I guess it’s my time to rise and write my OWN haha! I went with a fem reader for this one, because I feel like that’s what I’m best at writing. If you want a gender neutral version too, let me know and I can post an alternate one!

send in a request here!

Warnings: nsfw, knotting, creampies, some breeding kink

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You were a spitfire, and that’s what he loved about you the most. His spicy, fiery little omega, who was better than every other omega to ever walk the earth. From the moment he met you, when he had nearly trampled you in the street in pursuit of an asshole villain and you had threatened to kick in the teeth of the number 4 pro hero, he knew you were something special. Nobody ever stood up to him like that, especially not when he was out on the job, but you? A little omega who smelled so sweet and looked so delicious? You weren’t afraid of him at all.

He wasn’t embarrassed to admit that he had scented you immediately, his inner alpha getting possessive already. Bakugou didn’t smell any other alphas on you, and he didn’t want to. With his strong, terrifying scent clinging to you, he knew nobody else would try to make any moves, and as you stood there glaring at him, he had given you a smirk, told you to “call my agency sometime, babe,” and then taken off.

Of course, you didn’t call his agency.

You showed up in person, marching right in and demanding to see him that very evening. Though at first you had seemed angry with him, you quickly told him (with a harsh glare and a snarl that he found absolutely adorable) that he was going to court you, and it was going to start now.

And who was he to deny such a straightforward, cute omega? The two of you were together by the end of the week.

He almost found it hard to believe that you were an omega sometimes. You were so tough, so unbothered by the world. Whenever you were out and about and you caught an alpha leering at you, you were always quicker than Katsuki when it came to snapping at them to fuck off.

You weren’t the kind of omega who let anybody shove you around, and Bakugou loved that about you. It made him puff his chest up with pride, knowing that he had someone who wouldn’t take any shit. Your scent was strong and your will was even stronger, and he knew that when the time came, you would be the perfect, toughest, best mother to his pups.

You weren’t even mated yet, and he was absolutely sure that you were the one he wanted to spend his life with. You brought out something different in him, some kind of gentle, caring side that he never, ever let anyone else see. You were big and bad, yeah, but he was bigger and badder, and he was always going to protect you, no matter what.

“Babe, I’m home,” he called one night, trudging into your shared apartment. You had moved in together quickly, getting a place in one of the nicest parts of the city.

He heard you coming before he saw you, and before he even had his boots off, you were launching yourself at him. He caught you easily, grinning at the way you peppered his neck and jaw in kisses. It was probably the cutest, least tough thing you ever did, and god, did he love it.

“Miss me or Somethin’?” He teased, kicking his shoes off and carrying you to the bedroom.

“I had the day off and it was boring as shit,” you said bluntly. “I’ve been horny all day without you around to help...”

He paused, taking a whiff. “You’re not in heat. You just like me that much, omega?”

“Don’t be a dick.” You nipped at his jaw sharply and he recoiled.

Some alphas would never let their omega treat them like that, but Bakugou? Oh, he loved it.

He grinned, tossing you down onto the bed before you had a chance to take a chunk out of his face. “So needy...bet you spent all day touchin’ yourself, thinkin’ of me...”

“No I did not,” you huffed indignantly, looking up at him. “You think too highly of yourself.”

He laughed. Your arousal was hanging heavy in the air, betraying your words. The smell of it was like a drug, and as he inhaled, you could see Bakugou’s pupils dilate.

The sight turned you on even more, warmth pooling between your legs as your cheeks flushed. Scarlet eyes, calculating and predatory, pinned you down, holding you in place as your boyfriend grinned, exposing his big alpha fangs.

Fuck, he was hot.

“Sounds like you need to be reminded why I’m your alpha, baby.” He growled, crawling over you.

"Fuck, Katsuki,” you whined as he attacked your neck, biting at your scent glands and grinning at the way you squirmed.

He sucked your skin between his teeth, working at it, determined to leave covered in hickeys for the world to see. You didn’t have a mating mark yet, but oh, did he love making sure that everybody knew exactly whose omega you were.

You bit your lip at the dull pain, back arching up off the bed slightly. “K-Katsuki...”

“Hmm?” He looked up at you. “Look at you, so pretty and flustered for me already...what a good little omega...”

He knew exactly how to tease you. You spent all day sassing Katsuki, showing him how independent you were, but deep down, he knew you needed him just as much as he needed you. In the bedroom, he could make you absolutely melt with only a few words, and it was one of his favorite things to do.

“I can smell how much you want me,” he purred. “So desperate, so needy...”

His fingers slipped up under your shirt, pushing your clothing out of the way as his hands found your tits. He gave them a generous squeeze, grinning when you let out a loud gasp. He could play you like a fiddle, and he reveled in the sweet noises you made for him.

Your hands reached for him, tugging at his pants. He took the hint and stepped back, giving you a heated look that said “clothes off. Now.”

A few moments later, you were both naked, a tangled mess of sweaty limbs. Katsuki’s arms were wrapped around you, holding you close, your nails digging into his back. If he noticed the pain, he didn’t act like it, always allowing you to practically shred him to bits while he pounded into you. Secretly, he loved the marks you left, admiring his back in the mirror whenever he thought you weren’t watching.

You felt the head of his cock nudging at your pussy and moaned eagerly, burying your face in his neck.

“What do you want, baby?” He asked.

“Come on,” you whined.

“Tell me what you want,” he grinned, holding himself still.

“Katsuki!” You bucked your hips, trying to get closer to him.

He held you down. “Use your words.”

You dug your heels into his lower back in an effort to push him in, but he was too strong, resisting your attempts with a smug look on his face.

“I want your cock!” You finally relented, letting out a needy whine that you hoped would sway him.

“Good girl,” he growled, rolling his hips forward.

You shuddered at the feeling of him entering you. No matter how many times he fucked you, you would never be able to get over how big he was. It was part of the reason you hadn’t taken his knot yet, always asking him to pull out before it could swell. As he bottomed out inside of you, you were reminded of just how thick his cock was, and how much thicker that knot had to be.

As tantalizing as it was, it was also terrifying.

“Fuck,” he grunted, holding himself above you with a hand on either side of your head. “God damn, you feel so good...I’m not gonna last long at this rate, fuck...”

You were like putty in his hands when he talked like that. His voice was already so deep and rough, but his sex voice was godlike. You whimpered beneath him, tightening your legs around his waist as he pounded into you, clinging to him for dear life as his thrusts grew harder and harder.

“Katsuki,” you gasped, voice muffled by his neck.

“You like that?” He growled, slamming into you hard enough to scoot you up the bed slightly.

“Yes,” you moaned. “Yes, yes, please...more...”

He moved his head, tongue swiping up the side of your neck before he took your lips in a kiss. You whined and moaned into it, your skin heating up as you felt yourself unraveling, and when you finally did, you were seeing stars. He barely even had to try, and Bakugou gave you the best orgasms of your life.

Your walls squeezed around him as he rode it out, trying to milk his cock. It was good, it was delicious, it was too much for him to stand.

“L-let me knot you,” he moaned low in your ear.

You were coming down from your high, head feeling fuzzy. “Hm?”

“I wanna knot you,” he repeated, more impatient this time. “Please.”

You were beginning to snap back to attention again. “Katsuki...”

“What’s wrong?” He panted, trying to taunt you like usual. “You scared or somethin’?”

When you bit your lip, he slowed his pace, looking at you seriously.

“Really?” He asked.

You nodded hesitantly, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“You’re afraid of my knot? ...why?”

“You’re just...really big...” you mumbled, looking away to avoid his eyes. “It’ll hurt...”

“Hey,” he said gently, rocking his hips against yours slowly now. “Look at me, babe.”

He took your chin in his hand, turning your head.

“I’m your alpha.” He said roughly. “And I’m gonna take care of you.”

The look in his eyes made your heart flutter. “But...”

“I wanna knot you.” He said again, dipping down to nip at your earlobe. “I wanna fill you up...”

A shiver flew up your spine, that familiar tingle returning to your groin. Fuck, just his voice could make you cum, practically...and honestly, you were aching for him to knot you. You wanted to feel full, to be as close to him as possible.

“Be gentle?” You asked.

“Of course, baby.” He kissed your jaw, his hand slipping down to hold the side of your neck as he quickened his pace again. After only a few moments, he growled, leaning back and pulling out, leaving you feeling painfully empty. “Roll over.”

You obeyed, turning onto your stomach. When you moved too slowly, Katsuki pulled you up by your hips until you were on your hands and knees, ass presented for him.

“Gorgeous,” he growled appreciatively, guiding his cock back into you and moaning when he sank in even deeper.

You moaned loudly, burying your face in the pillows as he began pounding into you again. Your thighs were already quivering, and when you felt his fingers rubbing at your clit, you immediately lost it.

“Fuck!” You cried out, clawing at the bed. “More, please, Katsuki—“

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he moaned, teeth sinking into your shoulder as he pushed into you hard.

You felt his hips stutter before he held you against him in his vice grip, breaths ragged in your ear as he let out the loudest, most delicious, breathy moan you had ever heard. He pumped his seed into you, giving a few sharp thrusts as he emptied himself.

Then, you felt it.

“Easy, baby,” he said lazily, leaning against you as he tried to catch his breath.

His knot was swelling, stretching your pussy in a way you had never felt. You whimpered nervously, swallowing hard as you tried not to freak out. You were waiting for pain, but while it was beginning to feel impossibly tight, it...wasn’t terrible.

“That’s it,” your alpha crooned, smoothing a hand up your spine. “Fuck, you even take my knot so well...”

You started to relax as you calmed down, your body allowing his knot to grow to its full size. It was big, huge, even, but as Katsuki guided you to lay down on your side with him, you were beginning to feel smug. Yeah, you had the best alpha, and he had the best, biggest knot.

“How’s it feel?” He asked, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“Mm. Not bad.” You replied. The post sex haze was beginning to set in, and you were growing tired.

“Good girl.” He nuzzled against your scent glands, inhaling deeply. “Knew you could take it no problem.”

“I wasn’t even really worried.” You lied, trying to sound tough.

He snorted a laugh. “Yeah, right.”

You snuggled back against him. “I like it.”

“Yeah? Good. Because I am never going to stop knotting you now.”

#alpha!bakugou #alpha!bakugou x omega!reader #request #bnha x reader #bakugou x reader

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rocorambles · 3 years

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Surprise Interview

Pairing: Kenma x Reader

Genre/Warnings: NSFW, Yandere, Pseudo-Cest, Dub-Con/Non-Con, Verbal Humiliation, Manipulation

Summary: Kenma sees if you have what it takes to be Bouncing Ball’s newest employee.

A/N: This is for @sugawara-sweetheart ‘s Decadence Collab. So excited to be a part of this collab and to be able to indulge in such a delicious prompt and theme. Be sure to check out everyone else’s works! As always, thanks for beta-ing @sawamooora ~

There’s a familiar peace and a new nervousness about coming back home for the holidays. Mostly because home isn’t quite the same home it used to be. You can feel warmth blooming in your chest at the thought of seeing your mom, telling her about everything and everyone (as if your daily phone calls aren’t enough), and just lounging around while she fills you up with her cooking. But you can also feel a certain shyness as you approach the house, a building that still feels brand new and strange to you.

Your mother had gotten remarried during your earlier college years after your father’s passing and you were elated for her. If anyone deserves all the happiness in the world, it’s her. You had met Mr. Kozume quite a few times and you have no qualms with the man. He treats your mother like a queen and even though you playfully gag as they sweet talk and kiss in front of you, you wholeheartedly approve of their relationship.

However, what you aren’t quite as prepared for is having a new step-sibling.

You don’t know much about Kenma Kozume. Well, not much more than the rest of the world does.

Professional gamer. Successful stock trader. Popular YouTuber. Founder of his own corporation.

You know exactly who your new brother is, but other than seeing him a few times in person at family gatherings and exchanging polite greetings, there’s no real connection. Which is why your heart races as you nervously ring his doorbell, anxiety already making your leg twitch as you wait for the door to open.

Your mother and step-father are on a couple’s vacation and won’t be returning for a few days.

(“We just want some romantic time together before we have a full house again for the holidays. Plus this is a great chance to get to know your older brother better!” You hadn’t even been able to get a word of protest in before she had laughed and hung up on you, leaving you speechless and on your own as you hesitantly texted Kenma, letting him know what day to expect you.)

Kenma is quiet as ever as he nods in greeting, silently leading you to your guest room before quietly telling you to make yourself at home and leaving to do his own thing. You let out a huge sigh of relief as the door closes behind him.

There’s nothing wrong with Kenma. He’s smart and successful. Maybe a bit on the quiet side, but that only adds to his down to earth charm. You know your mother and step-father adore him and you can’t blame them. Yet, you can’t help but feel scrutinized, seen so clearly in a way that terrifies you when his feline eyes gaze at you. It takes everything in you not to immediately scurry away whenever you’re in viewing distance of him, desperate to hide all the flaws you imagine he’s noticing and calculating. Your step-father had mentioned how Kenma used to be the strategist of his high school volleyball team, and has always been able to evaluate and accurately break down situations and people. And you believe it.

You’re just grateful the house is large enough to avoid each other and that Kenma tends to reside mostly in his home office and bedroom.

But even the founder of a company needs a break from time to time. Kenma shuffles towards the gaming room, only to blink in surprise when he sees you already inside of it, happily smiling as Animal Crossing visuals and sounds fill the space.

He had known you owned a Nintendo Switch, a piece of information your mom had shared to break the ice a bit. And it’s really no surprise that this is your go-to game. But knowing and seeing are two different things and he can’t help but let his own lips twitch upwards at how calm and relaxed you are tending to your garden, decorating your home, choosing your outfit.

Kenma’s never been good with people, has never been the one to initiate a friendship. He knows he should have made more of an effort to be friendly and welcoming to you as your new older brother. There’s a slight pang of regret in his chest when he sees how at ease you are while you’re unaware of his presence. His eyes are as sharp as ever and he locks in on the way your body slightly stiffens, fingers nervously fidgeting when you finally notice his figure in the doorway, words already stuttering an apology for using his game room without explicitly asking.

You look like a scared mouse about to flee from the claws of a cat. And it pisses him off.

He hasn’t made the best efforts to bridge the gap between you, but for you to fear him? That seems a tad unnecessary, and more than a tad insulting. It’s more than enough to make the sadistic streak in him want to give you something to be scared about.

But he’s never been impulsive and he just quietly sits beside you on the floor, reassuring you it’s fine to play, smirking when you sneak little side glances his way as you continue collecting fruits.

“Kozume, do you want to play-”

“Just call me Kenma.”

Entranced eyes watch as you grow flustered at his words, mouth silently testing the weight of his given name in your mouth. For once, Kenma could care less about playing video games when a shaky timid “Kenma” slips past your soft lips.

“Kenma, do you want to play something together?”

You have no idea how badly he really does want to play together, but it’s a game you’re not ready for. So he calls upon any restraint he has to pluck your device from your hands and change the game to Mario Kart.

It’s amusing how easily you soften besides him, brow furrowing in concentration, eyes intently and eagerly following the screen, any anxiousness quickly forgotten as you get into the game. He greedily watches as you pout when you make a mistake, as your eyes light up every time you pass someone.

If he had known how easy it would be to make you warm up to him, he’d have done this sooner and he genuinely laughs when you whine and fake glare at him as he wins yet another round.

He asks about school. You ask about work. He tells you about his childhood. You share your own stories.

It’s a comfortable rhythmic back and forth and he’s afraid of ruining it, but a certain question nags at his mind, a question he knows may ruin the entire flow of the conversation.

“You’ll be graduating soon. Have you decided what you want to do after college?”

“Kenma not you too!!!”

His shoulders relax at how well you react to the question, smiling at the way you flop onto your back and groan about how mom and dad are already on your case about future plans.

“I’ve been applying to places, but who knows. Maybe I’ll just work for you at Bouncing Ball.”

There’s a playful lilt in your voice when you say it, a giggle and teasing smile accompanying the words. But there’s nothing funny about it to Kenma and your smile falters a bit when you see how tightly Kenma’s gripping his controller, the way his eyes pin you down.

“Kenma? It’s just a joke. I would never take advantage of-”

You try to get up from your reclined position, only to whimper in confusion when Kenma’s hand on your shoulder forces you back down. And suddenly you’re pinned down by more than just his stare as he moves to straddle you, knees on either side of your body, hands next to your head, his whole body caging yours.

It’s a lighthearted joke in the family that if all else fails, you could always work at Bouncing Ball. A joke your step-father and mother always dish out when the arguments get too tense as the three of you talk about your future. But it’s become less in jest for Kenma, especially after Kuroo sent him a scandalous picture of his newest secretary kneeling between his long legs, lips wrapped around his cock.

It wasn’t the first picture, nor was it the last incriminating photo the older businessman had sent him. Kenma merely rolled his eyes before deleting the image from his phone, wondering when Kuroo would grow bored and find a new toy to play with. But he freezes when he sees the following text message from his long-time friend.

“You’re the CEO of a company, Kenma. Wouldn’t it be nice to have someone convenient around? A pretty warm body? I bet that cute new step sister of yours would look really good under your desk. Doesn’t she graduate from college soon? If you don’t make a move, maybe I’ll snatch her up right from under your nose. I’m due for a change of secretary soon.”

There’s absolutely no reason for the hot anger that lances through him at Kuroo’s taunting words and he grimaces at playing right into his ex-captain’s hands, already hearing Kuroo’s braying laughter in his head if the older man saw just how much his words affected him.

But initial irritation aside, he lets himself really think, really imagine what a life with you at his beck and call would be like. And he likes what he sees. He doesn’t delete Kuroo’s photos as quickly as he used to, replacing the female faces with yours in his imagination as his hands slip under the hem of his boxers.

He knows it’s a longshot, knows there’s a high chance you’ll continue your lives as is, never destined to exchange more than a few polite greetings at family outings. But now...now hearing you voice the idea out loud yourself, hearing the way his first name sounds from your lips…

Maybe it’s not the silly pipe dream he had believed it to be.

“I’m in need of an assistant if you really do want to work at Bouncing Ball, but you’d need to prove why it would be worth hiring you.”

He almost laughs at how you perk up despite the precarious position you’re in, almost ready to launch into an elevator pitch of your qualifications flat on your back underneath him. You’re quite the multitasker already and he groans at the thought of having you cockwarm him while he tests out a new video game, making you answer all his calls stuffed full of him and desperately trying to hide the lustful tremble in your voice.

But he’s not here to listen to your carefully crafted speech. (Guess you really were practicing for job interviews like you said you were. What a good girl.) And he firmly presses his lips against yours to silence you, taking his time to immerse himself in the way your mouths mold against each other.

Your taste, your smell, your warmth. It’s all intoxicating and he slips his tongue inside your parted lips, subtly rutting his groin against your body. He can feel your body jostle as you lift your arms and he waits for the weight of your arms to lovingly wrap around his neck, only to be shocked when you weakly press against his shoulders until he finally relents and pulls back just enough to look down at you in irritated confusion.

“We- we shouldn’t be doing this.”

It’s not the words that have him clenching his fists, not even the way your palms still timidly press against him in a laughably weak show of defense.

It’s the fear in your eyes, the way you look at him like he’s some monster. It's the way he can almost palpably feel and hear your desire to be anywhere other than here, with anyone other than him, wishing to put as much space between the two of you as possible.

It’s your rejection.

It hurts to know that he isn’t enough just as he is, that he needs to resort to less...savory and straightforward ways to entrap you. But he’s not Hinata or Kuroo. He doesn’t have an electrifying personality or roguishly handsome features and charm to woo you. He only has his cunning and sharp tongue.

And he fully intends on maximizing his gifts.

“Of course, you don’t have to. You can just keep on applying and getting rejected by every company you speak to, if they even bother meeting with you after seeing your pathetic resume. Average college. Average grades. Average major. Tell me, how many interviews have you actually been reached out to for?”

He’s going out on a bit of a limb, but his suspicions are right and he cruelly smirks at the way tears bubble in your eyes at his words, no comeback or denial rolling off the tip of your tongue. He had a feeling you were struggling from the bits and pieces he’s picked up as your parents quietly talk and fret over you actually being able to find a job after graduation.

“Our parents are too nice to say anything about it, but you know they’re disappointed in you, right? Have you noticed how they always avoid talking about how school is going or asking you about how job hunting is going? How they only ask me how work is going? It’s because they know you’re just a loser whose life is going to amount to nothing.”

“That’s not true! They love me-”

“I’m not saying they don’t love you, but doesn’t that make it even worse? Making your loving and caring parents worry and stress over you when they should be preparing for retirement, an easy life? Instead of letting them finally enjoy a carefree life, you’ll be their freeloader daughter who uses up all their remaining funds. Is that what you want?”

You really are too easy and his lips curl in satisfaction at the way you frantically shake your head side to side, fat wet drops streaming down your face, adorable sniffles filling the air.

“If you become my assistant, I’ll compensate you well. You can live here with me, have your own room, a roof over your head, all the food and clothing you need and want. Think about how relieved and happy our parents will be seeing you provided for, seeing us getting along. Isn’t that what you want? For them to be happy?”

He knows how close you are to your mom, how important this idea of a perfect family is to you. He knows how insecurity and doubt about your own capabilities torment you. And he knows you’re hooked on his claws when your hands that are still pressed against his shoulders drop limply besides you, not even a hint of resistance left in you when he leans down once more to rest his forehead on yours, one hand cupping the side of your face.

“This is all you’re good for anyway. Working underneath me.”

If you notice his pun, you don’t acknowledge it, too busy wincing and squirming as he harshly nips and bites a trail from your lips to your neck as he pushes up the hem of your shirt until your chest is on full display for him. There’s something experimental, cold, meticulous about the way he gropes and fondles your breasts.Your face heats in humiliation at how he treats you like one of the many game consoles he’s reviewed for his audience.

But you don’t do anything about it, telling yourself that this is just his version of an interview as he pinches and prods at you, meanly twisting your nipples and chuckling at your yelp of pain. You obediently let him spread your legs apart, only letting out an agonized cry as he tests your flexibility, staring at him with a trembling lower lip as he sharply tells you to shut up while scrutinizing your panty-covered sex.

“You really are made for this, aren’t you?”

You whimper as he nudges the small wet spot on the thin fabric, clenching your eyes shut in denial at how hot and wound up your body feels from his touch, unable to hide your gasp as he pulls the layer aside and rubs your aroused clit.

There’s something so different about the way his fingers slowly sink into your wet pussy, almost lazily curling against your soft walls, his thumb never stopping its careful massage on the bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs. So different from your own fingers desperately thrusting in and out of you. So different from the drunk partners you’ve hooked up with at college and their sloppy, rapid, frantic movements.

You can feel something large, something intimidating slowly rising from deep inside of you, a volcano about to erupt compared to the bright and fast to fade shooting stars you’re used to. You’re scared. Scared of the intoxicating feeling, of how easy it is to grow accustomed to Kenma’s presence, of how his cat-like eyes are all you can see and think of.

How can something feel so wrong and so right at the same time?

That’s the last coherent thought you have before your world goes blank, pleasure rocking through you as you soak the carpet and your step-brother’s hand with your juices. You’re moaning as Kenma continues to rock his fingers in and out of you, fingertips insistently massaging your clit and g-spot as you ride out your orgasm, body trembling and convulsing.

But even when the tremors slow, when pleasure becomes something sharper, more overwhelming, he doesn’t stop. You wail, begging him to stop, to let you rest, slumping in relief when he finally drags his hands away from you, carelessly wiping the mess you’ve made of his hand on your skin, covering you in your own essence.

Your heavy eyelids threaten to flutter shut as you let exhaustion wash over you, already dreading having to get up and wash yourself. But you’re shocked back to reality as something hard begins to nudge at your still fluttering entrance.

“Kenma! No! Too much-”

You break off into a sob as surprisingly strong hands dig into your hips, holding you still as he pushes and pushes until he’s fully settled inside of you, balls resting against your ass.

You’re still so tight, your quivering walls clamping around the intrusion, and he groans at the thought of being able to sink into this hole every day, multiple times, whenever he wants. His cock is already aching from holding off for so long, from watching your body and face contorted in pleasure. Kenma can feel his end quickly approaching as you scream and wail underneath him, eyes rolling back in your head, drool trickling from the corner of your mouth. You look absolutely obscene and he doesn’t think he’ll ever get enough of this side of you.

But despite the way his balls are tightening, despite the stutter in his hips, he’s determined to watch you fall apart once more, to see you shatter to pieces yet again. He grits his teeth, fingers reaching down to furiously rub at your already oversensitized clit, reveling in how your back arches, thighs shaking in overstimulation, and then you snap.

He wonders what his parents would think of their dear dumb daughter now, looking nothing like their silly angel, looking like a wanton used whore, incoherent garbled noises slipping past your lips as you twitch uncontrollably, your pussy milking him dry as he cums inside of you.

There’s only silence mixed with your pitiful whimpers as he slides out of you, grimacing at the sticky mess you’ve made of yourself and him. But that’s what your other hole is for and he orders you to suck him clean, admiring what a quick learner you are, eager to please as you noisily slurp and lick him clean, moaning at the taste of your combined fluids...

Maybe too eager and he shoves you off of him when you become too enthusiastic, his cock beginning to twitch in interest once more.

You look so lost, still sprawled out on the ground, staring up at him with wide imploring eyes as he pulls up his pants. So vulnerable and in need of guidance.

Good thing you have such a great boss to manage you.

“Not bad. Consider these next few days your internship and if all goes well, I’ll be more than happy to hire you as Bouncing Ball’s newest employee this summer. Now clean up this room and show me that my future assistant can do more than just be a slut.”

#yandere haikyuu #yandere kenma #yandere kenma x reader #haikyuu smut #kenma x reader #kenma smut #haikyuu x reader #sweetheart decadence #tw: yandere #tw: dubcon #tw: noncon

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ive-tumbled-down-a-rabbit-hole · 3 years

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BBQ at the Kent's

Clark invites his friends over for a quiet BBQ at Ma's farm. It just doesn't go quite how he expected.

Masterlist

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Clark had invited his closest friends and their underlings to a BBQ at Kent farm. So what if his closest friends, all happened to be from the Justice League. Kent Farm was a perfect location. It was out the way so if power mishaps it was unlikely to be observed by anyone passing by. It was a large space so could hold lots of people. Especially as his friends seemed to have a habit of collecting underlings like Pokémon, in particular Bruce. AND it wasn't Wayne manor which despite what Bruce says isn't always a relaxing place to be.

Ma was catching up with Alfred and Lois which was good, Alfred deserved a medal as well as the chance to relax. The teens and kids were mucking about/chilling in the house, and he could catch up with his colleague slash friends and relax.

What he may have miscalculated though was his little sister returning home to see Ma. She knew about him and his 'side job'. She had also, very early on, figured out his friends ‘side jobs’ too. Working it out was a breeze according to her, they weren’t particularly discrete in the beginning (according to her at least). She had covered for him and saved his bacon more times than he would willingly admit. Hell, she's covered for him to them and covered for them without them knowing. She’d provided so many alibis and removed evidence that they hadn’t thought about. The issue though, with his sister turning up, was more that THEY a) didn't know about her and b) didn't know that she knew and finally c) she could quite easily give them all a run for their money.

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Walking into her family home she found a swarm of teens lounging around the living room. They were all chatting and talking over each other that they didn't notice her enter. Raising an eyebrow, she spotted Conner, who was currently wrapped around another boy with dark hair.

"Hey Mini Bale! Nice look you got going. Bet it's driving the old men mad and completely beats the plaid shirts and starched suits. Is Haybale out in the yard?"

Conner jumped, causing the others in the room to stop chatting, and looks to see his sort of aunt smirking at him across the room.

"Hey M, didn't know you were coming too? Yeah Clarks out back. Ummm….. why are you here?"

"This is my home too Mini Bale.” She deadpans him, “I was planning to surprise to see Ma as not visited in person for a while. I don’t need to tell Haybale every time I visit, he isn’t the boss of me.” Conner’s aunt pouted before gaining a glint in her eye, “What I wasn't expecting to see was Haybale having a "small gathering” here and not invite moi! But alas it is what it is."

The glint turning into a smug look with a dangerous edge as she took in the room.

"Auntie M!!!", the call distracted her from the room suddenly as Jon ran in from the kitchen and launched himself into a flying jump to hug with the women standing in the room. "Straw stack!! How are you doing sweetie? Made any new friends?"

While Jon dissolved into conversation with his Auntie, Tim took the opportunity to quickly assess the newly dubbed Em. She was well dressed, the sort you don't often see on farms and would be better placed in the city. Her clothes were expensive, the type he often could see board members wearing when relaxing. Even with Jon holding her attention she seemed to have clocked him studying her and nearly everyone else who was watching her interactions. Leaning into his boyfriend he queried.

"Em? Does she? Is she? Who???"

Conner chuckled at Tim's confusion, as well as the mystified faces of the others there.

"Tim, guys, I'd like to introduce you to Clark's sister, and my sorta aunt and Jon’s definite Auntie, Marinette. M for short. And before you ask Tim, no she isn’t like him. She *does* works with Max Kante in developing high tech material and gadgets since well she grew up with Clark and wanted to help him cope with his powers… She and Max created MiracuTech as a result. It’s her brainchild though really, M doesn’t really need Max."

"Mini Bale stop!! You’re dramatizing it. I need Max just as much as he needs me, our skill set complement each other. We couldn’t make half the stuff MiracuTech does without his input.” Marinette blushed, “Max says hi by the way and to tell you to pop by the office. He wants to test his new “creation” with you. Not that that offer will remain if you keep speaking of him like that. But it does remind me, how are you finding the glasses?"

It was Conner’s turn to smirk at his friends, and they could suddenly see the family resemblance in the pair.

"They're are awesome M. Like the play back function is brilliant. I've recorded so much blackmail."

His friends paused and a shiver went down their spines recalling all the incidents that have happened since Conner got his latest sunglasses.

"Fab feedback. I'll let Max know.” Taking as glance around the room, “I'm gonna take a wild guess as say Battle Barbie, Fishtails, Greedy Gonzales and Moody & Broody are out back with Haybale and Ma, Mini Bale?"

That again caused the room to freeze, being siblings with Clark kinda made sense that she would have known his identity, but for Clark to tell her about other identities was worrying. Conner tilted his head and looked at his sorta aunt as if trying to work out what she was planning.

"Yeeeeah, what are you up to M? I'm pretty sure you promised Clark you'd not cause mischief when you met everyone."

"I deny ever making that promise. I have evidence to back up that claim too. Plus, the amount of shit Haybale has caused me cos of his moral compass and lack of impulse control makes it fair game. Though I do support his altruism.” She paused debating what she would say next, “To set the record straight what I *actually* promised was that I would *consider* not causing *too much* mischief. And I have considered it and think that I'll survive this course of action. You’re not the only one with playback ability. Thanks for the info Mini Bale. Let's catch up more later!"

With that she ruffled his hair as she walked past him out to see her dear older brother.

"You've spent too much time as a cat M!" Conner called as he tried to sort out his hair. The room erupted as she left the room. Confusion, mild panic as to whether their identities were at risk and answers were demanded from Conner and Jon. Tim whined at Conner’s comment, "Cat?! We've got to keep B away from her!"

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Out in the yard, Clark was relaxed surround by what he supposed was the founding JL members. He'd heard his sister turn up and cause subtle chaos amongst the teens in the house slowly dreading her announcing her arrival out here. Ma would be thrilled to see her. He was too, sort of. Just not in front of everyone. Kon-El was right with her spending too much time as a cat. And Tim was right as well. He'd have to keep Bruce away from her, she'd be just his latest type.

"HAY BALE! You're holding a party for little ol' me?! How delightful of you."

Clark cringed. He still hated her nickname for him.

"Lois! Ma! You both look lovely as ever! Oh, it’s been too long since I've seen you in person."

Marinette swooped past Clark to the ladies and gave them huge hugs before quickly falling into conversation to catching up with them, thankfully ignoring Clark allowing him some time to deal with his friends.

"Why is Marinette K from MiracuTech at your farm Clark?"

Barry quickly asked, staring at his sister with stars in his eyes. Ok maybe it wasn't just Bruce Clark had to worry about.

"Yes, why is the Guardian, Lady Fortune, at your home?" queried Arthur looking at Clark with confusion and slight apprehension.

"MiracuTech… Guardian," Diana quickly put together gasping, looking at Arthur who had cottoned on to her implications as well, then back at Marinette.

"Guys! Please! Cool it, M I hope," Clark quickly glared at his sister, who was grinning manically knowing the trouble she was causing for him, "can answer your questions and Barry, M, Marinette, is my sister. Why wouldn't she come here? Though this wasn't planned visit that I was aware of."

"You have a sister."

Bruce stated, as Diana and Arthur wondered off talking in hushed tones. Clark could hear that they had figured out one of her 'other' identities but was content that they wouldn't add drama for the moment he redirected his attention back to Bruce.

Clark sighed tiredly, "yes, I have a sister, Bruce. Who likes to keep her personal life private. Which is why you guys have just found out about her and not before."

"Is she Kryptonian?"

"Bruce!! you can't ask Clark that!!" Barry exclaimed, not really surprised by his bluntness but still Alfred was about, and he was ‘Bruce’ currently so social etiquettes, and all should be observed.

"What can't Moody & Broody ask Haybale, Greedy Gonzales?" Marinette enquired, a picture of planned innocence, as she snuck up on them. She gave Clark a side hug and a ‘knowing’ sibling smile.

"M… please… stop with that nickname. Bruce was just asking if you were adopted as well."

"Fine!" She rolled her eyes, "Boy Scout it is then. Moody & Broody I'm not adopted. Ma and Pa had me as a 'Surprise! you're pregnant’ a few years after they'd adopted Boy Scout here"

Bruce frowned at the names she'd been given them. While she just gave a facade of innocence, she held a glint in her eye that destroyed the illusion along with the names she was giving everyone.

Ignoring Clark and Bruce, Marinette turned to Barry to discuss his work at S.T.A.R labs and potential collaboration with MiracuTech. Clark internally groaned as he watched his sister get animated about some sort of tech project she wanted to discuss.

Bruce observed the interaction. It was clear that she knew more than she was letting on. Though he had done research on his peers to know their weaknesses and strengths, Clark having a younger sister never came up. How he had hidden her was impressive, unless it was herself who had hidden her existence from him… That was worrying causing Bruce to deepen his frown as he watched Barry and Marinette chat.

Clark joined in frowning at the pair, but because of how was Barry flirting with his BABY sister before he started to groan as it seemed to go completely over her head. She still seemed to be oblivious to those around her liking her slightly more than friendship.

"M! Ma's told you before no business talk at home."

Laughing back at him his sister nodded "We’ll have to continue this discussion another day maybe Greedy Gonzalez, when Boy Scout isn't being all boy scout-y and acting like a golden child."

Seeing an opportunity Diana butted in and 'subtly' tried to guide Marinette to where she was sitting with Arthur. "Lady Fortune, it's an honour to meet you in person. My mother has told many a tale of our mutual friends’ legacy"

"M is fine. Lady is much too formal for my liking right Ms Prince? Our friends have told me much about your mother as well Battle Barbie. But I must say I'd be more interested to hear about your curator work at the Louvre" Allowing herself to be led away.

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Bruce gave Clark a patented batglare, "She knows." Clark rubbed his neck before back at Bruce.

"Yes. She knows. She's my sister. It's kinda hard to hide learning how to manage superpowers from family you know. It was her and Pa that helped find solutions to manage the powers. Lead glasses… her idea."

Growling at Clarks response. "She knows ours. You told her"

Taking a deep breath, "No Bruce.” Clark sighed out, praying to the god’s his sister cared for, for the patience to deal with his paranoid friend, “I didn't. She's smart. Ridiculously and stupidly smart but that's aside. She *knows* who I am. She follows my career, like I do hers. She knows who I work with, like I know who she works with. And who my friends are. The info is all there to work it out. She's also got me out of tight spots as an alibi way too often. I'm pretty sure this is opportunistic revenge for it. Especially for all she did before Lois *knew*"

"Oh god it was her calling you at the watch tower that made you pale. Not Ma Kent!!" Barry cackled, "She's the one you're scared of!!"

"Ssshhhhh Barry! Yes! She terrifies me. Much more than little sisters should. You do realise she has covered all your butts more than you think too. Remember she is a tech genius, she works *with other* tech genius’s and we, sometimes in a rush in the early days, forgot about cameras and visuals lining up."

Barry paled at that. Bruce on the other hand looked intrigued. Of course, her problem solving, and detective skills would attract him. "How long has she known?"

"Mine, since forever and never told anyone. Yours, as she has never said anything directly, I’m going to guess since we worked together the first times. I don’t really know for how long, but it’s been since the early days. You don’t need to worry though; she understands the need for secrets and how to keep them. This,” Clark says waving his hand around, “is her way to letting you know she knows without stating it. It’s definitely her subtle form of revenge on me for having to hack large corporations and delete footage or claiming that I was with her visiting so couldn’t get caught out.”

Clark turned to Bruce all serious, “Don’t antagonise or integrate her. Please Bruce! She can and will break into the Batcomputer and cause it to run slow and force your phones and alarms to only play baby shark.”

“So, she’s the one who helped you hack LexCorp to get the evidence required for your latest article”

“That’s what you got from that?! That my genius *baby* sister sometimes, might, maybe, help gather evidence to take down corrupt businessmen and politicians?! Not the fact that you shouldn’t wind her up!!”

“Well I know your tech skills aren’t up to scratch and though there was potential for Lois, it doesn’t really fit her MO so its nice to know how you truly do it. Do you think she would tell us how she hacked into JL main computer and the bat computer? Or be willing to assist in building better protection.”

Clark stared at Bruce, and was about to respond, but before he could Diana caught his eye as she knelt before M holding her hand. Stars in Diana’s eyes while Arthur looked like he was going to faint.

He groaned. Now, Diana!

His baby sister was really trying to stress him out with all the potential shovel talks he would need to make. The shimmer in her eyes when she briefly caught him looking at her suggested that she may be more aware that she was letting on. With the headache she was causing him, he would need a drink after all this.

Thankfully, before Marinette could cause more chaos with the Atlantean and Amazonian, her phone went off resulting in her slinking off to deal with what sounded like guardian issues from his eaves dropping giving what he thought was breathing room.

“Are you ok Arthur? Do I need to talk to M?” Clark enquired to his friend, hoping his sister hadn’t caused too much trauma for his friend.

“She can hold both sides of the balance and not succumb to the pressure or temptation. A true soul and so young. You let this all happen to your younger sister?”

Ok so she had caused some trauma for the Atlantean after all. He was certain it was related to the cat as well as the bug.

“Let is a strong word, Arthur. Forced is more appropriate. M is more stubborn than Bruce at times. And at 14... yeah hormonal teenage younger sister in Paris. My hand was forced.”

Diana and Arthur choked looking at Clark in horror, “14!?!?!”

Both Bruce and Barry raised an eye at him in judgement. Like they’re ones to talk with how young they let their mentees join the field.

“It is decided. She will be traveling with me to Themyscira and to Atlantis when Arthur puts on his ‘big boy pants’. She requires extra support in this matter.”

“14? Extra support? Diana, what are you talking about? She is in her 20’s not 14. You can’t kidnap Clark’s sister, Can she?”

Barry looked perplexed by the situation. Unsure on what they are talking about. She seemed to be fine and had survived years without assistance and knowing about their identities. Going to Themyscira and Atlantis would not help with that.

Staring at Clark with an unnerving intensity, Bruce answered Barry’s questions.

“She was one of the Parisian heroes. Their leader from what Diana and Arthur are suggesting. She started her extracurricular activities before even we officially did, much younger than we were and Clark didn’t stop her.”

“Oh.... Wait?! You didn’t stop her!!”

Clark was really regretting this BBQ. It was starting to feel more like an interrogation on his big brother skills, a judgement on his mentoring capability NOT a relaxing escape with friends.

“It would explain why Clark was so insistent of a some of the support protocols now,” Bruce mused. “She didn’t let you help and forced you stay away, didn’t she? Your powers, if you got akumatised, had the potential to cause a global disaster and the magic could have hurt you out of costume.”

“If you knew this, why are you giving me grief! And Diana, you can’t kidnap M. She has a support network already.”

“I didn’t. You just confirmed it. And more support can never hurt.”

Damn bat with his detective trickery and throwing his own arguments back in his face. Groaning in response Clark looked at his friends,

“Fine. You can ask but it’s HER choice no forcing it ok.”

After some grumbled agreements they all agreed.

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“I hate you,”

“I love you too, Hay Bale.”

Marinette grinned at her brother with a cup of tea in hand. His friends had finally departed more than one had managed to get him to convince her to exchange numbers. She’d agreed to visit Diana when back in Paris to arrange a visit to Themyscira. It scared him how quickly after the initial interrogation and worry they all accepted her. She was bound to provide them so much blackmail on him. Clark was dreading his next JL meeting.

“You did this on purpose.”

“Not really. Ma knew I was visiting her this month. The fact you were here with everyone was just a perfect opportunity which I took up.”

Clark stared at his sister. None of her nervous tells were showing so wasn’t lying to him, not that she would. She hated secrets, and she carried so many with so many implications if they were revealed. As a result, she hated liars if there was not true reason for them.

“Fine. You do realise I have so many shovel talks now to dish out?”

“What?”

“Did you not see the heart eye’s Barry was giving? Or how Diana was constantly trying to get close? And once Bruce had assessed that you weren’t a threat, kept trying to engage you in conversation about detective stuff?”

“Oh, So, errr, they aren’t like that normally to friends?” A faint blush was making its way across Marinette’s cheeks. “I like wasn’t aware. Can I blame miraculous side effects?”

Clark laughed at his baby sister, yeah as clever as she was, she remained her wonderful blissfully ignorant self on flirting which he adored.

“Nah, they aren’t normally that friendly. Didn’t think you noticed and sure let’s blame the kwami, they caused some of this drama any way. I vote for Plagg and Trixx for being at fault.”

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