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[ellemj]

Needs & Wants - Sex Pollen Trope Pt. 6

Bucky Barnes x Reader

**Read parts 1-5 first for the full effect!**

Summary: Bucky doesn't want to take advantage when you're no longer feeling the effects of the chemical, even if he's still feeling them.

Warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, oral sex, profanity, angst, sex pollen (dubcon), mutual pining, dirty talk, kinda cockwarming, use of y/n, MINORS DNI, 18+!!!

Special thanks to @littlemiss-yeehaw for helping with the warnings <3

Feel free to comment and let me know if this requires more warnings.

Word Count: 3.3k

Author's Note: AHHHH ngl I had butterflies down deeep while writing certain parts of this, I hope it was worth the wait for y'all. For the millionth time this week, thank you for all of the likes, reblogs, comments, asks, EVERYTHING. I wouldn't be writing this without you amazing people.

Everything hurts. You feel like you ran a marathon, hit the gym, and then rolled down a mountainside. After a few seconds of being completely still, you realize it isn’t pain from the chemical compound. No, it’s just the after effects of the night that you’ve had. It’s the kind of soreness that you should expect to have after a night of sex with someone like Bucky, and after all of the intense physiological chaos that the chemical exposure caused. You don’t feel any cramping, stinging, or unbearable discomfort anymore. Breathing out a sigh of relief, you focus in on your current position. You lay on your side, dressed in only your t-shirt and Bucky’s dog tags, with his body so close behind you that you can feel the increasingly familiar warmth of breath fanning across the side of your neck. You’re worried that the way you’re feeling right now might be temporary. What if the chemical hasn’t fully cleared out of your system yet? Or worse, what if it has? What happens when Bucky wakes up and you both have to face each other after everything that’s happened tonight?

            You shake the anxiety-laden thoughts from your mind and decide the best way to soothe yourself is to check the time. Time is going to be the best indicator of how likely it is that the chemical has run its course for you. Unbeknownst to you, when you lean over and retrieve your phone from the bedside table, you moving those mere three inches away from Bucky interrupts his slumber. He blinks his eyes a few times as the dim screen of your phone becomes visible over your shoulder. 5:03 am. It’s been nine hours since you were both exposed. You recall Banner’s estimates, remembering him saying that it could last 8-10 hours for you and 8-12 hours for Bucky. How you’re feeling combined with it having been nine hours since exposure, you’re sure now that it’s worn off for you. Or at least worn off enough that you won’t be jumping your partner anymore. You set your phone back down on the table and rest your head on your pillow once more, remaining on your side. Maybe you can get another two or three hours of sleep before the team starts calling to check in with you both.

            Bucky, however, won’t be going back to sleep. Though he lays behind you with his eyes shut and his face giving the impression that he’s asleep, his lower half is very much awake and it’s keeping the rest of him awake now. He doesn’t know for sure if it’s worn off for you yet, but if it hasn’t, it will very soon. Why does the thought of that make him almost sad? He shouldn’t want more of what went down tonight. God, he wishes he didn’t want more. But with you lying inches away from him, wearing that damn t-shirt and his dog tags, and your panties probably still on the bathroom floor…all he can think about is repeating every second of the last time he was inside of you. It replays in his mind in flashes. You let him slide into your tight, wet cunt when you’d barely woken up and then you moaned his name before he was even fully inside you. You let him take his time, you didn’t rush him one bit as he memorized the way your pussy gripped his shaft and drew him in for more every time he tried to pull out. And fucking hell, when you leaned back into him and hooked your leg over his, giving him the perfect angle to please you. Yet somehow, all of that was background noise when you kissed him. You kissed him. He thought working his name out of your pretty little mouth was the triumph of the night, until he tasted your lips.

            He can’t ignore how hard he is any longer. Not when you’re lying there without anything underneath your t-shirt and especially not when his mind is giving him a slow-motion replay of the events that occurred just over an hour ago. He wants to find his relief in you, but he fears that you’re no longer under the influence of the chemical that gifted him with the best night of his life. He won’t take advantage. With it being so close to the ten-hour mark, he can’t bring himself to ask you for anything more than what you’ve already given him. He’ll take care of this one himself.

            You feel Bucky shift on the bed behind you a few minutes after you’ve set your phone back down on the bedside table. You stay still, hoping he’s just moving in his sleep to get more comfortable and that he isn’t really waking up after so little sleep. He has to be exhausted at least as much as you are, if not more. He needs sleep. When you feel cool air seeping into the covers, you know he’s not lying behind you anymore. You sit up quickly, turning your head to see Bucky standing beside the bed, pulling his boxers on in the dark. The feeling that spreads over you can only be described as dread. Did it wear off early for him? Is he going back to his bed to sleep through the rest of the morning now that he has no need for you anymore? Why does it bother you so damn much that he’s about to walk out of this room?

            “Bucky?” He freezes at the sound of his name leaving your lips in such a soft, timid tone. You sound worried and he hates it. His back is to you so you haven’t seen the way his cock is once again fighting to escape the confines of his boxers, you don’t see the way his cheeks are flushed or the way sweat is glistening across his forehead. He can make it out of here before you notice any of it.

            “Go back to sleep. You can probably get a few more hours in before Sam and Fury want to hear from us.” Why does he sound so distant? And why the hell won’t he turn around and look at you? You feel utterly sick now. After what you both did last night, he can’t even look at you. Can you blame him? God, you were so fucking stupid. Where did all of your self-control go? You were supposed to lock yourself in the bedroom and ride it out alone, not ride it out on him. Suddenly, his dog tags feel heavy around your neck. Bucky takes two steps toward the door, still refusing to look at you.

            “Wait.” You remove the dog tags from around your neck, holding the chain in your palm as you climb out of bed. He sighs but still doesn’t turn to you. What a fucking ass. “These are yours.” You say softly, walking to the foot of the bed and holding them out. He takes two more steps forward, stopping once he’s in front of you. You hold out the dog tags, studying them as they sway above his open palm. As you watch the metal tags collide with his skin, you feel hollow inside. You can be as cool and as calloused as him, you decide. You’re about to turn on your heel and climb back into bed, alone, when you mistakenly let your eyes drift down to the front of his tented boxers. The chemical hasn’t cleared his system yet.

            He knows you know now. He watches as your expression changes from one that he couldn’t quite decipher to one that he’s become fond of tonight: need. It’s different this time though. You don’t need him to fuck you. Instead, you feel the need to take care of him. You don’t want him to suffer through these last couple of hours. You can’t let him suffer after all of the ways he helped you.

            “Bucky...” Your voice trails off as you turn your gaze up to his face. He’s looking into your eyes but instead of seeing his blue irises painted on with a lust-tinged brush, you see the hard, stoic look he’s always had around you.

            “I said you should go back to sleep.” He reminds you, his fist tightening around the dog tags that remain in his flesh hand. Why is he acting like this now? You should feel hurt, maybe even embarrassed that this is how he’s treating you after everything you did with him, but the only thing you feel is anger that he’d walk away now. That he’d walk away when he’s so clearly in need of something that you can give him. You’re contemplating what to say to start the argument that’s about to take place, but you know words won’t be enough to make him stay. Not when he has that cold look in his eye.

            Bucky’s frozen in place when you get down on your knees.

            “Y/n…” His warning tone doesn’t do shit to stop you. You’re already on the floor, sliding your hands from his knees, up the fronts of his thighs, and then lightly raking your fingertips back down to where you started. You think you can almost feel him trembling at your touch. “You don’t need to do this.”

            “Everything else I did tonight was because I needed to do it. I’m doing this because I want to.”

            That was it. Somehow, he thinks that’s the best thing you’ve ever said to him. Now, as you pull his boxers down at a painstakingly slow pace, that lust-filled look is back where it belongs, clouding his gaze as he watches you intently. You maintain eye contact as you wrap your hand around his thick length, stroking it once, twice, three times before leaning forward and dragging your tongue over his slit. He watches as you taste his precum. It lights a fire within him that he fears will only be stoked by every fucking thing that you do from now on. He never would’ve thought that the mouth that gives him shit on a daily basis would be wrapped around his cock like it is now. You work your hand over the base of his shaft as you take him further and further into your mouth. You were going to stop halfway and pull back, planning to give him a nice, clean blowjob. But when you make it halfway and look up at him through your eyelashes, the way he’s looking back down at you causes every thought to flee your mind. You relax your throat and take the last few inches in slowly, until you feel your nose brush against his lower stomach and his cock hit the back of your throat. The groan that rips from his chest encourages you to pull back and do it again. You’re about to do it a third time when he fists his vibranium hand in your hair and pulls your head back, forcing his cock out of your mouth. As he looks down at you, your cheeks and nose pink, your eyes watering ever so slightly, his dog tags feel heavy in his right hand. He loosens his grip in your hair and lets his vibranium hand slide over to the side of your face. He runs his thumb across your cheekbone.

            You stare up at him with lust and longing written all over your features. Can anyone really blame him for what he’s about to do? Fucking hell, he can’t help himself. He stops stroking your cheek with this thumb and you watch carefully as he fingers the chain of his dog tags in front of your face. Your eyes catch onto the inscription that you’ve rubbed your thumb over so many times tonight: James B Barnes. He gently places the chain back around your neck and then hooks a finger under your chin, tilting your face up to look at him again.

            “So fucking pretty with my name around your neck.” He breathes out the words. Now you’re the one trembling. When his hand falls away from your chin, you lose the last shreds of self-control you were clutching onto and place your hands on his thighs as you take him back into your mouth. You bob your head back and forth eagerly, loving the breathy groans and curses that fall from his lips every time he hits the back of your throat. Still, you want to give him more. You reach up and grab his flesh hand, guiding it to the back of your head as you still yourself with only the tip of his cock resting in your mouth. He narrows his eyes at you, knowing what you’re about to let him do but not completely sure that you can take it. He was just about to ask you if you were sure, when you gave him the most innocent look that he’s ever seen, and then he was ruined. He tangles his fingers in the hair at the crown of your head and forces you to take every inch of him in. He holds you there for two seconds, trying harder than he ever has to keep from cumming when he feels your throat tighten as you gag on his cock. You let him take complete control, guiding your head back and forth at the pace he chooses. It takes less than a minute for him to nearly come undone. You feel his cock twitch in your mouth and you don’t have any plans to make him stop. You hope he’ll cum in your mouth. Of course, he abruptly pulls your head back before he finishes. But he doesn’t stop there. He pulls you to your feet using his hold on your hair and shoves you onto the bed.

            “Shirt off, now.” He commands, his chest heaving as he runs a hand through his messy hair. In an instant, your shirt is on the floor and you’re sitting on the bed with your weight resting back on your hands. He crawls over you while stroking his cock in his right hand, and you follow your instincts, lying down underneath him as he leaves you no other choice. Your legs spread and you find yourselves in the missionary position, just like the first time you fucked. “You were going to let me cum in your mouth, weren’t you?” He asks, bracing himself with his arms on the bed on either side of your head and leaning in close to you. He leaves wet kisses just underneath your jaw as he patiently waits for a response.

            “Yes.” You answer honestly. Your eyes are nearly rolling back in your head at how good he is with his mouth. His lips feel so soft against your skin and you just want to taste him again. You let your hands travel up his sides, over his chest, and then you rest them along the sides of his jaw, pulling his mouth to yours. He captures your lips with his, your mouths moving in tandem as heat begins to spread throughout your body.

            “Would you have swallowed?” Bucky wonders aloud, breaking the kiss to look into your eyes. You stare up at him as a playful smile turns up the corners of your lips.

            “Every drop.”

            The words have barely left your mouth when you feel Bucky lining his cock up with your entrance. You moan before he’s even inside of you and he can’t stop the smirk that spreads across his face. He has you wrapped around his finger in this perfect, unforgettable moment. He forces his cock inside you, his head falling down to the crook of your neck as he bottoms out.

            “Fuck, Y/n. It’s so good, I can’t…” His voice is tense as his sentence goes unfinished. He’s not even thrusting into you, he’s just grinding his hips in circles, letting his cock rub against the walls of your pussy. “I just want to stay like this.” He groans. For a second, you wonder if he means that he wants to physically stay like this or if he means something else entirely.

            “God, Bucky…” You start grinding up into him just like he’s grinding down into you and within seconds, you’re a wreck beneath him. “Please, fuck me.” He can’t deny you. He starts fucking his cock into you, obsessed with the way you pull him tighter against your chest with every thrust. Bucky was already seconds away from cumming when you were sucking him off, but now he’s hanging so far over the edge that he can feel himself losing control. You can sense how far gone he is as he buries his cock in you with what can only be described as pure primal need.

            “Shit. Shit, I’m gonna cum.” He groans, nipping at your collarbone as the headboard begins to knock against the wall. You wrap your legs around his waist and snake your hand down between the two of you, rubbing your clit to ensure that you’ll cum at the exact same time as him. You want him to feel the way you clench around him, the way your walls flutter as aftershocks tear through you.

            “Oh my god, Bucky. Cum inside me, please fucking cum for me, baby.” The words fall from your lips so freely that someone overhearing would think you’ve been sleeping with each other for months. “Don’t pull out.” Your last words flip a switch inside him and he starts driving his cock into you with so much force that you hear the headboard crack. When he cums inside you just a second later, you fall over the edge right along with him, your orgasm so strong that tears form in the corners of your eyes as he fucks you through it.

            That. That was earth-shattering, life-altering sex.

            You stay connected like that, with Bucky on top of you and his cum trapped inside of your cunt by his still hard dick, until you both drift off to sleep.

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            There aren’t many things that you hate more than being woken up by your phone ringing. It’s always immediately put you in a bad mood. However, when you wake up this morning to the sound of your phone ringing and vibrating on the bedside table, you find yourself tangled up with Bucky. Completely naked.

            Fuck. You’re facing each other, with your leg hitched over his hip and his thigh pressed against your wet pussy. Wet? Holy shit, it’s his cum. His cum has been steadily dripping out of you since you fucked earlier, and with the position you’re in, it’s been dripping out of you and onto the skin of his thigh. With the light of early morning starting to peek through the curtains across the room, you can see Bucky clearly now. He’s scrunching up his face in annoyance at the sound of your phone ringing. Shit, your phone. You twist your upper body and retrieve your phone from the bedside table, tapping on the screen to answer it before checking to see who’s calling.

            “Tell me you both made it through the night.” Sam’s voice fills your ear and Bucky must hear it too, because his eyes snap open in an instant. He doesn’t move and you can see the wheels in his mind turning as he goes through the same mental gymnastics you just went through about your positions and what exactly is on his thigh right now. You bite your lip so you won’t let out a laugh.

            “We made it through the night.” You tell Sam, your voice raspy from the various moans and screams you let out last night.

            “And you’re both okay?” He asks.

            “We’re fine.”

            “I tried calling Bucky first because I know he never sleeps, but he didn’t answer.” Bucky’s eyes widen as he overhears Sam’s words. He didn’t answer because he slept in your bed, and his phone is still back in his own bedroom.

What the hell are you going to say to Sam?

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[dollfacefantasy]

And If the Sun Comes Up

pairing: vampire!leon kennedy x fem!reader

summary: leon knows that you and him are meant to be. if the only way to show you that is to sneak in during the night, then that's just what he'll have to do.

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, oral (f receiving), fingering, somnophilia, non-con, biting, blood, reader is tied up, spitting in mouth, overstimulation

word count: 4k

a/n: hey everyone. when he fucks u so good, u think u love him, am i right? i wanted to get one more done for halloween and i'm kinda late, but it's still halloween here so idgaf. i hope everyone enjoys. also i'm trying a new style with the header image so yeah. as always i really appreciate reblogs and comments <3

tags: @sleepyluxe @kaitkatme @tosuckmyweenis @pupthepokemonenthusiast @bizzarethirst @death-paint @petitecolibri @iron-toxinz

i made a playlist of songs i listened to while writing here.

It’s the middle of the night with moonlight shining down through the slits in your blinds. You’re sleeping off a stressful week tonight. You lay between your soft blankets with your head resting on your cool pillow. You had been in a peaceful, dreamless slumber, but now whimpers erupted from your unconscious form as you felt a persistent sensation between your legs.

You still aren’t fully awake. Your eyes briefly flutter, and your hips shift, trying to alleviate the disturbance that was disrupting your rest. A long whine escapes your throat as cold hands wrap around the tops of your thighs and keep you in position.

You gasp softly as your mind struggles to differentiate dream from reality. When you try to close your legs, you’re met with resistance. You start to come to as your limbs tug more forcefully on whatever was keeping them spread. You could vaguely feel the sensation of restraints around your ankles. It’s difficult to see in the darkness of your bedroom, but you can hear something unfamiliar. Soft grunts and groans emanate from the bottom of your bed.

You weakly lift your head to figure out what was happening. Your eyes were still sleepy, and your mind was still fogged from returning to lucidity, but you could still recognize the sensation of someone lapping at your cunt like it was their final meal.

Looking down between your thighs, you see a mop of blonde hair. At first, the sight brings you mere confusion. It didn’t make sense, and you struggled to process it. But as the gears in your brain began sliding into place, terror coursed through your veins.

A strangled cry leaves your lips, and you thrash harder to get away. You realize your arms are bound too, connected together by your wrists that were secured at the level of your navel. The adrenaline in your system makes you much more alert. You could now see the long, toned body of this stranger. He wore tight, black clothing that allowed you to see his definition. His strength was obvious from that alone if you couldn’t already feel it from how he held you in place so easily.

Once he notices you’re awake, his head pops up. Your eyes widen as they connect with his piercing irises through the dark. Fear moves through you in sickening waves. Every cell in your body yearns for him to just get away.

“Shhh, sweet one. It’s alright,” he whispers. He rubs his fingertips on your inner thigh in an attempt to soothe you. His voice is husky yet familiar, and his eyes are glazed over with arousal. From what it looked like, he had been doing this for a while.

You don’t stop squirming. Your heart pounds so erratically that it feels like at any moment you’ll go into cardiac arrest. As your breathing picks up and becomes shallow, your cries become breathless. 

His brows furrow momentarily at your response, but then his expression softens. You felt like you recognized him, but you couldn’t be sure.

“My darling, there’s no reason to be afraid,” he says and presses a few small kisses to your thigh, “Calm yourself, my love. I’m not going to hurt you.”

You’re still so freaked out by the fact that this is even happening that your brain fails to formulate a response. You stare at him in horror as your squirming becomes weaker and your muscles begin to freeze out of fright.

“Good girl,” he whispers and caresses your hip, “This is for your pleasure, angel. Just relax. I know I may have startled you, but there’s no need to carry on.”

He leans in and presses a gentle kiss to your clit causing you to softly yelp in both protest and pleasure. He chuckles and pulls his face back. His thumb begins lazily swiping through your folds, up and down. As soon as he cracks that smile, you’re able to place him.

“Leon?” you ask, your voice still raspy from sleep. Your drowsy mind couldn’t figure out why the man you’d seen only in passing at your job as a waitress was eating you out in your bedroom in the dead of night.

“Yes, beloved?” he answers, looking up at you with genuine curiosity as if nothing was off.

Now that you know the identity of your mysterious trespasser, your fear fades, and anger takes its place.

“Leon, what the fuck? What are you doing? And what are you doing here?” you say, your voice wavering. You try to stay focused and not let yourself be distracted by his thumb sliding around your slick. He doesn’t seem too fazed by your reaction.

“What does it look like I’m doing, pretty baby?” he whispers, “Making you feel good. You had a hard week, little doll. Let me make it better. Then I’ll explain.”

With that, he returns his head to the junction of your thighs. He parts his lips and begins making out with your pussy. Your eyes widen at his words, but the feeling of his tongue on your most intimate spot pushes your protests back down your esophagus. Instead, you whimper and take your lip between your teeth.

Erotic, wet noises from his lips and tongue working on your cunt spill out into the bedroom. Your cheeks heat with the shame of how good it felt, but there was really nothing you could do but take it. His tongue circles and laves at your clit with intense dedication before gliding down and fucking into your dripping hole.

His fingertips trace soothing circles onto the soft skin of your thighs while his mouth continues working you to the edge. He starts grunting again like he had been doing when you were sleeping. From the sounds alone, it seemed like he was getting as much pleasure from this as you. His breathing was heavy. You could feel it fanning across your pelvis.

You whine, your physical resistance dying down as release gets closer. You can feel his smug grin against your skin.

“L-Leon…” you stammer out through moans.

“Hush, sweetheart,” he murmurs, “Let it feel good. Your body knows it’s right. It knows what you need.”

He flicks his tongue on your swollen bud a few more times before you come undone. You jerk and spasm against the restraints on your wrists and ankles. Broken whimpers fall from your lips as your head fogs with the euphoria of release.

He watches from below with wonder. “There you go, pretty girl,” he breathes while thumbing your clit, “Give it all to me. You don’t need to worry about anything else.”

You ride out your release on his tongue. When you finish up, you look down at him with half-lidded eyes. He continues to gaze up at you with a look of love, his pupils dilated and his chin covered with your arousal.

“Leon. Explain,” you say, trying to sound firm, but your voice was hazy from your release.

“Why so many questions, little one? Did that not feel good?” he asks, “Did that not feel like everything you needed?”

“Leon. What are you doing in my house at three in the fucking morning… touching me like that?” you say, your voice picking up some of the intensity you initially intended.

He sighs and shakes his head, but still sports that smug smile. “You’ll see in time, my love. I know you’ll feel it too,” he says.

My love. Those two words struck you like an itch you couldn’t scratch. All these weird pet names. You barely knew him. He was always nice to you, but in a cordial kind of way, remembering your name and little things you’d told him about your day when you gave him his order. You weren’t even friends. You definitely didn’t consider yourself to be his love.

“Feel what? What are you talking about? You sound crazy,” you say.

“You’re my mate, sweet one,” he responds. He looks at you as if it’s a fact and speaks as if this was the most normal conversation, like you weren’t tied up and nude from the waist down.

You blink at him in disbelief. The words ring through your mind.

“Your mate?” you repeat incredulously, the only response you could think of.

“My mate,” he confirms, “I know you can’t understand it now. But you will. I’ll-”

“I barely know you!” you raise your voice, “Just cause I smile at you and can remember your order that doesn’t mean I want to fuck you! And it sure as Hell doesn’t mean we’re mates.”

He remains calm as he continues to speak. “You may not know me, but I know you, sweetheart. I love you, but you aren’t the most observant. I’ve been watching, and I know we’re meant to be. I know it’s right for you.”

The thought of him watching you while you went about your life, clueless as ever, disturbed you to the pit of your stomach, but you tried not to let that show. 

“Oh my God, you’re delusional. Fucking delusional. You think we’re soulmates? Like what? Like we’re written in the stars or something?” you mock.

“No, darling. Not written in the stars. It’s written in our DNA, something tying us together. I can sense it. You have the sweetest smelling blood I’ve ever come across.”

Your eyes widen at his explanation.

“What… What are you talking about? You can’t smell my blood, Leon,” you say.

“If only I couldn’t, maybe then I wouldn’t have to do this,” he says, his voice growing more hushed, “But I can. You have to understand, little love. I’m not a man of normal appetites.”

The way he spoke freaked you out. Various horrific ideas ran through your head about what he meant by unusual appetites. Your anger was slowly exiting, and your fear was seeping back in. Your limbs tremble as you try again to pull yourself out of your bindings.

“Sweetheart, all throwing a tantrum will do is tire you out,” he chides, "And while it’s not required, I would prefer if you were conscious to see how good I can make you feel.”

“You’re fucking insane!” you exclaim with a shaky voice, tears of terror pricking at your eyes, “I don’t know what gave you this sick fantasy that we’re true love and meant to be or whatever. But that’s all it is. Leon, I-”

“Enough,” he says, his voice dropping to a more commanding tone, “If you’re not willing to understand, I’ll just have to make you more agreeable.”

With that, his mouth returns to your cunt. He sucks your clit between his lips and flicks his tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves. One hand holds your thigh like it was before while the other comes between your legs and prods at your entrance.

You’re whimpering in no time, still being tender from your previous release. Your hips squirm and writhe as he pumps two fingers in and out of you.

“Quit moving,” he growls and tightens his grip on your thigh.

The gravelly harsh tone lights the pool of arousal in your belly like a match falling into gasoline. You clamp around his fingers and mewl softly. A sharp exhale leaves his nose and smirks.

“Good baby, deep down you know you want this. You’ve only had my fingers so far, and she already knows to get nice and tight for me,” he breathes before returning his attention to your pussy.

His fingers continue working you open, scissoring inside your hole as they move back and forth. The whole time he relentlessly plays with your clit, flicking, sucking, circling. Short, strained cries come from you as your back arches off the bed.

“There we go, pretty baby. Cum again for me,” he purrs, “I doubt you’ve been with a guy who could make you cum even once.”

You didn’t even fully register his words because you were so wrapped up in the throes of ecstasy. Your body convulses as release washes over you again. You shiver in waves, whining and babbling as he continues pleasuring you through the high.

As you come down, he doesn’t ease up on you. His fingers tease you a bit before applying enough pressure to overstimulate you. He adds a third finger into you and continues maneuvering them skillfully, hitting all the right spots.

His mouth doesn’t stop either. He spits onto your pussy and dives back in, licking up your slick and flattening his tongue to massage you into bliss.

He brings you at least two more peaks, eating you out until your mind is nearly melted and you’re a whining, drooling, nonsensical mess.

When he finally feels that you’ve had enough, he moves up, coming face to face with you in a blur. You flinch at the quick movement, and draw a chuckle from him. His hand wraps around your throat while his eyes give you a predatory scan. He lowers his head to the crook of your neck and inhales deep.

“Smells like cherries,” he mutters before laying a few soft kisses up your neck and behind your ear.

You shiver at the gentle contact and a quiet whine escapes you. Your nipples are hard beneath your top from the countless highs he brought you and the fluttering of his lips against your skin. It’s not long before his other hand is sliding up your body to squeeze and fondle your breasts, his thumb teasingly swiping across the hardened buds a few times.

“I don’t need you to understand this, my love. I don’t expect you to. It’s a little out of your depth anyways,” he whispers and nips at your earlobe, “What I expect is for you to take it like a good girl and let me show you what you need. I think you can already see that you’ll be begging for more by the end of the night whether you understand it or not.”

Your thoughts are too muddled to formulate an actual response. Instead, you just watch him with your blissed out stare. He leans back and pulls off his shirt, exposing his muscular torso and chest to you. The moonlight coming through the blinds illuminates him just enough for you to feel more desire building in your abdomen. He smiles at your impressed reaction, and that’s when you see it.

He has fangs.

It’s only a glimpse, but you would swear on your life that it was the truth. His canines are clearly sharper than normal, it can’t be your imagination. And with all his talk about blood… You felt like you were losing it. There was no way he made you cum so hard that you’d believe in vampires.

“What is it, precious?” he asks softly as he undoes his belt and starts lowering his pants. His tone projects innocence, but the look on his face makes you think he knows exactly what you’re fixated on.

“Nothing, I- I- it’s-” you stutter. Your jaw almost drops as his hard cock springs free from his boxers. It was long and thick and you weren’t even sure that it would fit.

He climbs on top of you again, his strong, thick arms boxing you in on your bed.

“What’s the matter? Like what you see? Or is it that you don’t think I have a pretty smile?” he asks, flashing his teeth again. The fangs are in clear view now. Their existence is undeniable.

He can hear your heartbeat speeding up and your breathing getting shallow. It brings him a twisted sense of pleasure that he doesn’t dwell on. He lazily strokes himself in preparation to enter you.

“What are you? You… you can’t be…” you say, your voice dropping to nearly a whisper.

“A vampire?” he asks, “That’s probably the term easiest for you to understand, so yes, my little doll. I am a vampire.”

Your eyes widen. Your fearful gaze locks onto him.

“It’s not like a movie, baby. I can eat garlic and clearly I don’t need to be invited into your house,” he explains, almost as if he’s trying to lighten the mood, “But I have a bloodlust.”

You’re stunned. This couldn’t be real. “So what? I’m like your personal blood bank or something? Is that what being your mate is?”

“No,” he scoffs, “Being my mate is what it sounds like, angel. In all my years, I’ve never met another who makes me feel like you do. You’re my love, the light in the darkness I’ve been existing in. My personal heaven and hell wrapped into one perfect vessel.”

Your head is spinning with everything you’re hearing. He presses a gentle kiss to your lips before leaning back onto his knees and positioning himself at your entrance. He stares at you with his eyes, glossed over with lust. He reaches for your confined hands and brings them to his lips.

“It will all make sense soon, darling,” he says, “Soon enough we’ll be together in this.”

He takes one of your fingers into his mouth, keeping eye contact with you the entire time. One of his fangs presses into the pad of your finger, and draws a small drop of blood. You wince at the pain, but you’re quickly distracted by the guttural groan Leon emits as he smooths his tongue against the warm liquid.

He pushes inside you and tilts his head back. Your finger slips out of his mouth and smears some blood on his lips.

“Tastes so fucking sweet too, Christ,” he grunts as he begins thrusting.

Despite the circumstances, he felt good. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say it was the best you ever had. He filled you up perfectly. A string of whines and whimpers expel from your mouth into a long moan.

“That’s right. You know it’s perfect,” he mutters, “Soon, it will be just me and you. For all of eternity. No one else. The entire world could burn, and you and I could fuck on top of the ashes.”

Your own head falls back, and he sucks your finger back into his mouth to taste more of your blood. He moans around your digit, his hips beginning to piston with more intensity. His hands lock onto your hips, so he has a firm grip to slam into you with.

You felt a mix of shame and fear, but you started to believe him. You felt something inside you that told you this was right. This was what you longed for. What you needed.

He starts leaning over you more. He had to see you, had to see your mind changing about him, the look in your eyes shifting from fear to lust. One of his hands rises to hold your jaw and direct you to look at him.

“Open your mouth,” he commands, eyes boring into you.

You do it with no hesitation. Your lips part and your tongue lolls out obediently. He smirks, still rolling his hips as he slowly spits into your open mouth. His saliva leaks from his lips, lands on your tongue, and starts sliding to your throat. The feeling combined with that look in his eyes almost made you cum on its own.

He feels the same. Watching your pretty eyes become unfocused as you accept what’s happening had him digging his fingers into the flesh of your cheeks in order to hold on. Once he felt you had enough he pats your cheek.

“Swallow,” he grunts and reverts his primary focus to fucking you into the mattress.

And you do this too. You swallow it all. A garbled moan erupts from you afterwards, and your eyes roll back as he strokes all the sweet spots inside of you.

“Good girl,” he coos with a low tone, “Taking it perfectly. Just like you’re meant to do.”

You lift your arms and loop your bound wrists over his head to pull him closer. He follows your guidance, but his face looks almost pained. He keeps his face further than you want. You whimper and try to pull him down to the crook of your neck more.

“Sweet baby, you have to be careful. I can’t… I have to make sure you’re safe my love. I don’t know if I can control myself if I’m that close,” he breathes.

“What? Control how?” you babble, still not really focused because of how his cock is battering your insides at the moment.

“Your blood, baby. It’s too strong. I won’t be able to hold back. I could hurt you,” he says.

That almost snaps you back to reality for a moment. “Like what? You wanna bite me?” you ask with a curious expression.

For a change, this time he has no words. He nods, still maintaining eye contact.

It wasn’t your smartest moment, but you don’t hesitate as the words leave you.

“Do it.”

His eyes flash with a look you can’t read in your state.

“Sweetheart, I… I want to, but it’s not safe,” he whispers, but you can hear the desire in his voice.

“If we’re really mates then you should be able to stop yourself. Prove it to me. Prove that I’m yours and you’re mine,” you say, your voice taking on a whiny quality from how close you were getting.

He knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t resist when you were asking for it like this. He slowly lowers himself to be level with your neck. His thrusts become slower but deeper. He takes another deep breath of that scent before baring his teeth and sinking them into your flesh.

You gasp and pull your arms around him as you feel the punctures. At first it hurts, but then he begins to softly suck, coaxing your blood into his mouth. You both let out simultaneous moans. His eyes flutter now and his grip on your hips tighten.

He’s getting lost in his own world of euphoria now as he feeds off of you, gulping down that sweet, hot liquid. You tremble as pleasure courses through you too. It was unlike anything you’d ever felt before. It was light and airy while being grounding and all consuming. You couldn’t hold on for any longer.

He growls as you cum, the feeling of your cunt latching onto him is almost too much. He manages to hold it together for a handful more thrusts. His breathing is rough as he cums and his thrusts are sporadic. You feel his muscles tensing as he groans into your neck. He spills rope after rope of cum into you.

When you’re both done, both of your bodies are trembling. Your sweaty skin is pressed to his which is still ice cold. He goes limp on top of you, breathing deep as he comes down from the high. You could feel blood trickling down your neck as his mouth disconnects from your throat.

You didn’t know what to say. The fog of lust was clearing and while you didn’t regret your decisions, this was still weird. You remove your arms from him, and he takes that as a signal to pull out and roll off of you.

He pushes his disheveled hair out of his face and gives you a crooked smile. His mouth was still red with your blood. He reaches over and starts untying the restraints around your hands. You watch him quietly.

“So you said soon… we’ll be in this together?” you ask awkwardly.

He lets out a short laugh as he gets the bindings off and drops them to the side. He runs his fingers through your hair and kisses your forehead before getting out of your bed.

“Soon, sweet one, I’ll change you to be like me. A vampire,” he says, using a teasing tone for the last word, “But not yet. I know you’re not ready, and my goal isn’t to scare you. I truly love you.”

You just nod because you honestly didn’t know what to say to that. Even if you felt something for him, you wouldn’t say it was love. Yet. 

You watch him put on his clothes as you reach down to start untying your ankles.

“So… you’re just leaving?” you say, almost sounding disappointed.

“Yes but don’t be too sad, my love. You’ll see me as soon as the sun sets again tonight,” he says.

He finishes putting on his clothes and leans in to give you one more passionate kiss before he leaves. You could still taste your blood on him.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy x you #resident evil imagines #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy imagine #smut

[holylulusworld]

Soft Spot

Summary: He has a soft spot for you.

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Librarian!Reader

Warnings: fluff, implied smut, mentions of his business

“Doll, you shouldn’t be here. I told you this place is not for you,” Bucky mumbles as you button up his shirt. You’re sitting on his lap, your legs crossed behind his back.

You’re wearing nothing but one of his spare button-ups and a pair of panties as Bucky impatiently ripped your blouse open. He even ruined your skirt.

After work, you decided to visit your man and bring him dinner. Bucky had other plans. Before you could unpack the food you bought on your way to the club, he had you bare in no time to take you apart again.

“You’re my man and I want to share every aspect of your life. It’s a strip club, not hell,” you softly say. You know Bucky means well, but you’re not a child. It didn’t take you long to learn about his business's nature. “I’m not a child.”

“I didn’t mean it that way, baby doll,” he cups your chin with his metal hand. He slides his thumb over your lower lip, humming when you open your mouth to stick your tongue out and lick the tip of his finger. “I want to keep you safe and out of my business.”

“It’s too late for that.”

Bucky sighs deeply at your words. Of course, it’s too late. He dragged you into his world. There is no going back to your old life.

Not a year and a half ago you were a shy librarian, minding your own business. Suddenly, the cocky mobster stepped into your life and stole your heart.

“Do you regret getting involved with me?” he whispers while running his flesh hand over your back.

“No. This would mean regretting falling in love with you. I could never regret loving you, Bucky,” you answer honestly. “If you want me to be your girlfriend, you must accept that I need to know everything about you.”

“Baby doll, my business is-“ he shakes his head. “I’m not a good man, Y/N. I killed people. I got so much blood on my hands that I’ll never be able to wash them clean.”

“You’re a good man. For me…to me,” you wrap your hand around his wrist to bring it to your lips. “This hand is made of metal because you saved someone’s life, Bucky. I know the story.”

“What? How?”

“Steve.”

"That punk," he chuckles. “I knew he couldn't keep a secret. I should kill him.”

“You won’t because you love him like a brother,” you tease and move his metal hand to your throat. “If you are a bad man, kill me. Squeeze my throat and end my life.”

“What? NO! Baby doll, what are you talking about?”

“See,” you guide his hand to your heart, “this belongs to you. It’s yours.”

“I see how people look at me,” Bucky says. “The last time I came to the library they were about to freak out. I think they believed I wanted to kidnap you.”

You gently cup his face and look into his eyes. “I quit today. No one has the right to make you feel less than perfect. You are perfect for me, Bucky. I know you did bad things but I don’t care.”

“You quit? Why?” Bucky asks. He tries to hide his excitement. Bucky hated that you still worked in the library. He saw enemies lurking in the dusty hallways, even though no one was around.

“I heard them talk about you the other day,” you whisper while leaning closer to press your lips to his. “No one talks like that about the man I love.”

“What do you want to do now?”

“I thought about opening my own business, or maybe I’ll let you pay for all the cupcakes I baked for you,” you giggle when he moves his hands to your ass to roughly grope it.

He grins. “Maybe I’ll just offer you a position in my organization.”

“What position, Mr. Barnes?”

“How about my queen?”

>> Part 2

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#soft spot #bucky barnes x reader #mobster!bucky barnes x fem!reader #soft mobster bucky #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x you

[raewritesfiction]

You Promised [Daryl Dixon x Female!Reader]

A/N: where did it come from? Where did it go? Where did this come from? Cuz I don’t know! Also sorry about the formatting I’m on the app!

Plot: Daryl makes a promise to you.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x F!Reader

Warnings: SMUUUUUT. Fingering, finger licking, swearing, p-in-v, masturbation, degradation.

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“Baby we don’t have time!” Daryl sighs as you kiss up his neck.

“But… I’m horny..” you whine and pout. “I need you inside me so fucking bad!”

Your mistake had been not specifying it was his cock you wanted pounding into your pussy for a pre-supply-run quickie. You knew you’d made a mistake as soon as a smirk crossed his face and he pinned you down to the bed.

“Oh really?” His voice was low and he kissed you, a hand running down to unbutton your jeans and slip inside them. “You want me inside ya…?”

You nod and bite your lip, gasping quietly as his fingers so easily slipped inside you and curled just enough. “Well there ya go honey..”

“Daryl…!” You whined again and rocked your hips.

“Keep those hips movin’… you just said you wanted me inside ya.. nothin’ else.” He smirked again and you huffed angrily “fuck you Dixon!”

“No no… fuck yourself… I suggest if you wanna get off you’d better start movin’!”

You whine but rock and twist your hips to his fingers as Daryl watches you with obvious glee from his position above you, holding your wrists above your head. “That’s it… keep movin’… fuck my fingers and get ya self off…”

You pant and moan quietly, grinding your hips down onto his thick fingers inside you “please…. I… I need more..”

“Not right now you don’t… I know how much you love my fingers… work for it..” he leans down and kisses you before turning his head to watch your hips writhe frantically.

“Daryl… five minutes!” Rick called from outside.

“You heard the man… ya got five minutes…” Daryl licks his lips.

“Oh fffuck…” you pant and move your hips faster against his fingers and hand, your movements desperate for friction and your release. You tilt your hips and rock them, gasping Daryl’s name and keeping them moving “oh god… yes… yes…” you muffle your cries of pleasure in your arm as your walls tighten and pulse around Daryl’s fingers.

“Good girl…. Now if ya stay a good girl and keep ya self nice and wet while I’m gone I promise ta fuck that pretty cunt until your legs are shakin’ when I get back….”

You nod quickly “Yes! Yes yes! I will!”

“Good now open ya mouth…” he slips his hand out of your jeans and pushes his soaked fingers into your mouth “clean me up…”

You do as you’re told and swirl your tongue around his fingers, taking in the taste of yourself on his skin.

Daryl grabs his go bag and kisses you before heading out.

—

The day was long for you, usually doing things around the houses and base camp kept you busy enough for time to pass but all you could think about was Daryl’s promise. You kept thinking about him between your legs; his cock pounding into you and turning you into a blubbering mess. More than once you found yourself sneaking away to get yourself off to the thoughts you were having about him.

As the light faded and you went back to the house you were sharing with Daryl you heard the familiar rumble of his bike getting closer. How it didn’t draw the attention of walkers for miles around you didn’t know but he’d never had a problem.

You watch out the window and squeeze your thighs together when you see him ride through the gates followed by the truck piled high with supplies.

It had been a good day.

You waited as patiently as you could for Daryl to walk through the door and drop his bag to the floor. He headed up to the bedroom and found you waiting on the bed; his eyes lit up and he smiled.

“Good run?” You ask, posing seductively for him.

“Yeah very… got a lot.” He crawls and collapses down on to the bed.

“Nu uh… you made me a promise…”

He sighs “but I’m tiiiired…” he pouts and laughs at your face.

“Well that’s nice… I’m still horny as fuck because I’ve been thinking of you aaall day…”

“Oh ya have?” He raises an eyebrow

You nod in answer “All. Day.” You reiterate and wiggle your hips “I kept myself wet for you… got myself off a few times too… but I need your cock inside me and you made a promise..”

Daryl nods “I did… I did. And I always keep my promises.” He leans up and swiftly has you pinned down again, his lips hovering above yours “Always…” kissing you, slowly at first but progressively more hungry and desperate until you’re both gasping for air and pulling at clothes.

His hands move over you and massage your tits, his fingers playing with your nipples until they’re fully hard peaks and you’re moaning for more already. Daryl loves to tease and get you so worked up you don’t know which way is down, make you a whimpering begging mess because he loves to hear you beg for his cock.

You run your hands up his arms and into his scruffy hair, holding him to you as he sucks on your nipples in turn; his teeth scraping lightly and adding just enough pressure for the pain to be bliss.

“Daryl…” you gasped and moaned, making him look at you.

“Say it..” he kisses you hungrily and moans.

“I need your cock so fucking bad.”

There it was, he growled low in his chest and moved between your legs, his cock already hard just from teasing you. He swore one day he’d get off from doing just that.

Right now though, Daryl dipped his hips and pushed into you “god fuck ya still so wet!”

You moaned at his words and rocked your hips a little “deeper, please!”

Daryl obliges and rolls his hips, pushing into you fully until your pussy takes him whole. His hands grip your hips and he nips over your skin until you moan and beg him again “please… please Daryl!”

He grunts and starts snapping his hips into you rough and hard “this what ya want?” He groans and keeps a steady but quick pace, you grip the pillow under your head and moan loudly; people had become accustomed to hearing you both since you’d started living together.

“Yes!!” You call out and move your hips as best you could to his thrusts.

“Ya my good little slut?” He moans and pulls you onto his thrusts, watching your tits move with each snap of his hips.

“Yes! Yes… Daryl I’m your…good little slut!” You say between pants for air through his relentless pace.

“Ya gonna cum for me..?” He grunts roughly and moves his hands to squeeze your ass before quickly rubbing your clit.

You call out and cum almost immediately around his cock; tightening along his length and then pulsing around nothing as he pulls out of you and jerks himself.

You wanted him to cum inside you so badly but it was too dangerous; too many risks.

Daryl groans as your wrap your hand around his length and jerk him at the same pace he had been fucking you. He pants harshly and calls out, eyes squeezed tightly shut as he releases over your tits.

He moves himself to lay beside you and swallows thickly “holy fuck..”

You chuckle and grab a rag to clean yourself up before curling into his side with a relaxed sigh and falling asleep.

-fin-

#Daryl Dixon #daryl dixon x reader #Daryl Dixon Smut #Norman Reedus #Daryl Dixon Imagine #reader x Daryl Dixon

[hotvintagepoll]

Welcome to the HOT AND VINTAGE MOVIE STARS tournament! We are now finished with the Hot & Vintage Men Tournament; The Hot & Vintage Movie Women Tournament is ongoing. Submissions for hot vintage women are now closed, but we are accepting propaganda for those already in the bracket.

Round 1 of the Hot & Vintage Women Tournament began with 540 hot women in prelims. Round 1 starts Saturday, March 2nd, with posts going up over several days. All polls—including ongoing polls, previous rounds, old tournaments, the various shadow brackets, and fun mini polls—can be found in the #hotvintagepoll tag. Every poll in the Hot & Vintage Women Tournament will be tagged with the hot woman in it if you need to search for a hot woman in particular.

FAQs:

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If you’re submitting propaganda for your hot lady, I don’t accept propaganda that’s from beyond the end of this tournament’s era (ie don’t send me pics of them from before 1910 or after 1970). I also don’t accept propaganda of TV appearances unless it’s clearly a cameo where they’re playing themselves. If you have a TON of photos to submit, please send a few asks instead of one long one. I watch every video I receive so I can add trigger warnings, so please don't send long videos—I don't have time to review them.

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If I see repetitive, trolling, and/or bigoted remarks in the comments, I may block you from this bracket. If you want to point out a hot woman’s flaws or misdemeanors, that’s fine, but if I see consistent bad-faith trolling, you will be blocked.

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"Where are the hot men?" Most of them are in the shadow realm! Toshiro Mifune was crowned the winner of the Hot & Vintage Men Tournament, and the rest were banished where the sun never shines. You can find all the round 1 matchups here (thank you @markwatnae!), or you can search the archive by tag to find out more about what happened to all the different hot men.

"Why didn't my propaganda make it into the poll post?" Either I couldn't open the link, or there was so much submitted I could only pick a few. Because this tournament is so much bigger than the Hot & Vintage Men one, I'm limiting propaganda to 5 pics per hot lady for Round 1. I know, a bummer! I have to do it this way to keep myself sane. If you have a photo you really want the world to see, follow the propaganda guidelines above.

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#ladies 1 #new masterpost! #this has some new guidelines so please give it a skim #housekeeping

[genshin-obsessed]

When Someone Flirts with You | Haikyuu [Karasuno]

Ok, so I debated on this for a while because this has already ben posted. However, its on a blog I don't/can't go on anymore. Since this is my writing (idea and all), I'm gonna repost it here. I did debate on reblogging the fic here, but it's my works and I want them with me, on this blog. Basically, if you've seen this exact fic posted two years ago, it was me. That blog has my name and everything if you need proof. I just don't want to draw attention to it. I did reuse tags lol cuz I don't know them too well yet

Characters: Shoyo Hinata, Tobio Kageyama, Kei Tsukishima, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Ryunosuke Tanaka, Yu Nishinoya, Asahi Azumane, Koshi Sugawara, Daichi Sawamura

Extra: they're all aged up btw

COME ONE! COME ALL! See what happens when someone flirts with you in front of your mans!

➺ Shoyo Hinata

He’s kinda scared of PDA? Not scared, but he gets embarrassed easily. So there’s not much touching in public, aside from hand holding. This leads people to not know you’re taken and so you’re fair game.

This boy is NOT scary. He’s quite the opposite unless he has his MOMENT which is rare and fizzles out really fast. At first, he’ll let you handle the situation and ONLY jump in when he’s positive you require help. He’s not a helicopter boyfriend, you’re an adult. You can handle yourself. So, he’ll usually come up and tell the person that you’re uncomfortable and that they should go away.

That’s never worked before. Ever. Not one time. Hinata just looks CUTE and he’s not the tallest. Even as an adult, he’s still about 172cm (5’7). So there’s a chance the person is taller than him and if they are, they won’t take him seriously. The whole “under 6ft is not a man” bs. They’ll just shove him aside to get to you.

He hates that. There’s one thing to tease him and bully him but YOU? Oh that’s a whole nother ball game. Hinata doesn’t like seeing you upset/uncomfortable. He does everything in his power to keep you smiling so when he sees someone directly causing you discomfort… God help them.

The next method would depend on the situation. If he has a ball with him, he will throw it (this happened once at practice when you came to watch and someone wouldn’t leave you alone). But he can also jump to their height and punch/slap them. Hinata has gotten much stronger since his high school days. He will defend you at all costs.

His little jump attack? 10/10 it works EVERY SINGLE TIME and they’re GONE. Or you know… unconscious. Usually the area would go dead silent and all you can hear is Hinata huff. He’ll take your hand as gently as he can and lead you out of the establishment. Once you have fresh air, he’ll gently take your shoulders and ask if you’re ok. Reassurance is especially important here.

“They’ll never bother you again, (n/n). Are you ok?”

➺ Tobio Kageyama

Tobio isn’t one to flaunt your relationship because he’s a pretty private person. So not EVERYONE knows you’re together. Which is completely fine and acceptable, it’s just how he is. The thing is, this leads to situations where people think you’re single. If he walks away or you’re alone, people will take their chance.

 You get hit on when you’re alone, usually. So, you’ll always try to find Tobio when you’re in that situation. He’ll spot you in seconds. He’s always got an eye on you (cuz you’re hot and he can’t help it).   You’ll get the person to see Tobio and he’ll just GLARE. Usually, about 9 times outta 10, his death glare makes everyone go away. It’s pretty scary, especially if he’s like two feet away from them.

But there’s always one person it doesn’t work on. The one who decides to push it and try to physically touch you. This has only happened once, but the person rolled their eyes, pushed Tobio away, and pushed you against the wall.

Oh boy. Tobio doesn’t care if people bother HIM but someone who makes you uncomfortable tries to touch you? Their funeral. Especially this dirtbag. Your eyes widened in pure fear and panic when your back roughly hit the wall. The person’s face was inches away from your own and you couldn’t see Tobio anymore. You’d frozen up completely.

It only lasted a second before the person was on the floor. You’d barely had time to blink before Tobio DRAGGED them and roughly threw them to the side. The person glared and sat up, ready to curse him out when Tobio kicked him in the chest. This is usually how it would go. He takes them by surprise and throws them to the ground, all while barely breaking a sweat.

10/10 they’re probably unconscious or too terrified to move. He’ll just glare at them before slowly walking over to you. Tobio will give you a minute and will often try to hide you from the crowd that is undoubtedly staring at you. If your other friends are there, they'll hide you from view until you’re calm enough to where Tobio can take you away.

“Are you ok? It’s ok, take a deep breath. No one will ever do that to you again… I swear.”

➺ Kei Tsukishima

If you’re dating Tsukishima, you’ve gotta be tough on SOME LEVEL. There’s no way you can’t handle him but got close enough to start dating him. Then again… he doesn’t mind a cute, soft, shy partner. That just means he’ll need to be your shield more often than not. And let’s be honest, he likes protecting you. Tsuki’s not big on PDA. Like Kageyama, the entire world doesn’t need to know your business. So people can think you’re single. And you, lil pretty thang, you attract people.

You try to stick next to your boyfriend when you’re out in a public place or somewhere with lots of people. But if he does leave for a minute or you do, people will swoop in. Tsuki knows IMMEDIATELY. He just does, he’s psychic like that. He’ll see if you need help and if you do, he’ll come stand by. Tsuki’s height alone is enough to deter people, but of course, he’s pretty lanky (like… where’s the muscle?). So, most people wouldn’t be too deterred. 5/10.

See, Tsuki gets it, you’re hot. Of course people wanna flirt with you but they should learn to take a hint. Especially when you tell them you’re not interested. They usually kinda just ignore him or push him out of the way or even try to take you away. Like hell Tsuki’s gonna let that happen. Bitch please. Anyone who underestimates Tsuki is in for a treat. He can and will destroy someone’s self esteem through words. Who needs to fight? Not him. He will roast tf outta some until they’re no longer confident in themselves.

That’s the good thing about Tsuki, he doesn’t need muscle to chase people off. He’s not that weak either though, so worse comes to worse, he can defend you. But worry not, there’s no need for violence with that mouth of his. There is ONE more thing Tsuki will do that will ALWAYS get rid of people. He does this rarely because it scares you a little, but it's effective.

Tsuki will come up to you and then… he’ll punch the wall above your head and glared down at the person. No one stays after that! So 10/10! Would recommend. After that, Tsuki sighs and lets his hand fall on your head, breaking you out of your trance.

“Your face looks weird. Come on, it’s fine now. Let’s go somewhere else though.”

➺ Tadashi Yamaguchi

Oh boy… 

He HATES confrontation, but for you, he’ll step right in. Usually, Tadashi likes to get in between you and the offender. He’ll try to tell them to stop bothering you. He really crosses his fingers and hopes it’ll work.

2/10, sadly, he’s just too cute to be scary. So, usually, people just brush past him or even shove him away. This kinda does put a damper on his mood. He wishes every single time he was as scary as Tsukishima (who wouldn’t want to be?) so he could scare people off. When you see that though… ooh.

This usually causes you to get VERY upset! You don’t like it when people treat Tadashi like crap so you become quite aggressive. That works BUT sometimes you’ll get those creeps that like “feisty” people. So they’ll often just pin you to a wall. This usually sparks something in Tadashi. He just… loses it. Sorry, Tsukishima who?

Since their backs are turned to him, he’ll just come up behind them, grab their hair and pull so hard they fall to the ground. If they’re bald then he’ll do the same but with their shirt. You’ll take your chance to hide behind Tadashi, who’s just death glaring at the person on the floor.

69/10! Works EVERY SINGLE TIME! Tadashi doesn’t understand it, where the hell did that come from?! But it’s very effective because the person is always gone. He just hopes no one stands up to fight him because he’ll 100% lose. He’ll realize that he might’ve been really scary and slowly turns around to face you.

“A-are you ok? I-I’m sorry if I scared you.”

➺ Ryunosuke Tanaka

Everyone and their grandmothers have to know you two are together! He’s usually all over you but you don’t hate it. It’s nice when you’re in a place with creeps around. But sometimes one of the creeps doesn’t see him or does see him but doesn’t care. They’ll saunter over to you and just shamelessly start flirting.

He’ll join them! Literally. He’ll swing his arm around the person and just lean in and start complimenting you. “You’re right, they’re hot! Hey baby! You here by yourself?” It’s odd, but you always feel better when he’s nearby in situations like this.

Usually, the person gets weirded out. They don’t know Tanaka (unless they saw him) and so they’ll either claim you’re theirs or just ask Tanaka what he’s doing. Usually, it works. If they recognize him, they’ll just quickly leave but sometimes they don’t. They’ll shove him off and try to regain your attention.

Tanaka takes it as a compliment. He’s not one to just start getting aggressively possessive. No. You’re HOT. DROP DEAD GORGEOUS! He takes it as a compliment when people flirt with you BUT to an extent. If they make you uncomfortable he goes nuts. Yeah, you’re ridiculously attractive but that doesn’t mean you don’t have feelings.

His next method is usually shoving them back. He’ll make it clear that you’re his partner and you’re not comfortable. Sometimes this makes people go away but there’s always one. For that, Tanaka just punches them. It only takes one. They’re either knocked out or just too scared to stay.

10/10. Unconscious or gone. He’ll smirk proudly, then hug you immediately. If you’re super scared or just really anxious, he’ll take a second before touching you. He prefers to reassure first before getting too into your space.

“It’s ok, they’re gone. Come on, let’s go somewhere else.”

➺ Yu Nishinoya

He’s kind of like Tanaka. He loves to show off his gorgeous partner. Everyone has to know cuz he brags about you ALL THE TIME. Kiyoko who?

Like I said, he’s like Tanaka. He’ll join whoever’s flirting with you. “Hey sexy! Wanna get outta here?” This prompts the person to ask who tf he is. “Huh? Oh! I’m just flirting with my partner. They’re hot, right? I know.” 

3/10. That, unsurprisingly, fails. Why wouldn’t it? Unlike Tanaka… Nishinoya’s just kinda… cute. He’s not very intimidating. People just shove him away and turn their attention back to you.

Nishinoya’s really in tune with your emotions. Like… it’s kinda weird how well he knows you. He can just feel the second you panic. That really pisses him off. He even scares you sometimes.

He’ll usually grab the person’s arm and tug them back, silently with just fury in his eyes. “Don’t. Touch. Them.” This bumps the effectiveness to 8/10. People get scared and leave but there’s always one. Noya’s already in aggressive mode, so it’s not too difficult to handle this person. He’ll kick their knee. Hard. If it breaks, oh well. 10/10. They’re gone. Either taken away by friends or something, but they won’t ever bother you again. At this point, Noya takes your hand and leads you away.

“Sorry if I scared you, but we should leave. I’m sorry you had to go through that. Some people are just disgusting.”

➺ Asahi Azumane

He doesn't show you off like Tanaka or Noya, but he usually has his arm around you. This proves to everyone you're his, right? Well some people just don’t care. 

If he sees you getting uncomfy, he'll be by your side in a second!! He usually starts off by putting distance between you and the offender. 5/10; Asahi’s pretty intimidating looking, so 50% of the time, people get scared off. But there are some who don’t…

He’s not a fighter. He won’t just resort to kicking ass, so he’ll try to explain that you’re uncomfy. That kinda shows people he’s intimidating on the outside but soft on the inside, so they push him out of the way. That’s when you’ll scream for Asahi to help.

It’s on purpose, actually. Because it kinda sparks something in him. He just… changes. He doesn’t like it when you’re uncomfortable and he hates it when you’re scared. So, he’ll grab the person’s shoulder with a death grip. With one rough shove backwards and away from you usually does the trick. If it doesn’t… we’ll he’s pretty strong and he’s a big guy.

then people realize… yeah no, he’s just as scary on the inside. 10/10 they’re GONE.

“Hey are you ok? I’m so sorry you had to deal with that. Do you wanna go home? We can just watch movies and cuddle.”

➺ Koshi Sugawara

Koshi is attached to you at the hip. He’s always with you and your friends know you’re dating. But he’s not really one for super, crazy PDA. I mean, he doesn’t have an issue with it, he often just finds himself standing next to you. Not touching you. This kinda leads most people to think you’re just friends.

Koshi kinda lets you handle it, but if you’re starting to get really uncomfortable, just look at him. He’ll stand beside you and just ask what’s going on. To which most people tell him to “get lost”. He’ll just smile and explain that you’re not very comfortable and they should leave you alone. 

0/10. It’s never worked and it never will. They usually sigh, roll their eyes, grab your hand and try to tug you away from Koshi.

Usually, that’s what sends Koshi into like… defensive, scary Koshi. Flirting is one thing, being pushy is one thing, but forcefully taking you away…

The second someone pulls you away, he’ll grab their wrist with such a strong grip, it causes bruising. That causes the person to let go and you immediately run and hide behind Koshi.

69/10! The air around Koshi is just suffocating, he’s horrifically intimidating, and with just one look people go rigid. No one bothers him or you if you're still at the establishment. Chances are you’ll leave though.

“Sorry if I scared you, darling. Are you ok? Come on, let’s get you home.”

➺ Daichi Sawamura

Daichi’s kinda like Suga. He’s usually seen with his arm around your shoulders or you attached to his arm. Again, he’s not against PDA- he’ll kiss you in public, no problem- but does he need to? If not, there’s no reason. So again, people have a hard time telling you’re together.

Because of that, he doesn’t become aggressive when someone flirts with you. Maybe they didn’t know and they DID build up the courage to talk to you. So, he’ll just stand beside you and kindly explain you’re taken and you don’t appreciate the flirting.

It’s rare that this works out. Some people will genuinely apologize and leave, which is great. But the chances of that are like 2%. 98% of people scoff and just brush him off, turning back to you and explaining they’d be a better option.

Oh boy. Daichi does NOT appreciate that. He’s caring and sweet and often doesn’t seem like a scary guy BUT HE CAN BE. This lil “scary Daichi” thing depends on you. If you’re ok, just talk to the person, but if they’re really giving you anxiety just ask him for help. There’s just a way his name comes out of your mouth when you’re scared that irks him. He hates it when you’re so scared and vulnerable. So, scary Daichi is the result!

So, the next step is Daichi grabbing the person by the collar and glaring at them. “Maybe I’ll need to beat the respect into you which I really don’t mind doing.” Daichi is NOT bluffing. Anyone who dares challenge him WILL get their ass beat. He doesn’t negotiate when it comes to your safety/comfort.

10/10 NO ONE WANTS AN ANGRY DAICHI! 100% of people who go up against an angry Daichi run off with their tail between their legs. He’s just so goddamn scary. But he understands he can scare you too, so he’ll immediately get that under control. He’ll slowly approach you and try to touch you. Once you hug him, he’ll know everything’s ok.

“Let’s leave. I’ll buy you some ice cream on the way home, that sound good?”

#haikyuu x reader #shoyo hinata x reader #tobio kageyama x reader #kei tsukishima x reader #tadashi yamaguchi x reader #yu nishinoya x reader #ryunosuke tanaka x reader #daichi sawamura x reader #koshi sugawara x reader #asahi azumane x reader #🖊─ pocky’s writings

[irisintheafterglow]

End Game #4 (volleyball captain!gojo x you)

summary: your ex shows up as a captain at a training camp and your captain puts him in his place.

word count: 1.8k

cw/tags: language, jjk volleyball au, reader's ex sucks (allusions to cheating and crossing boundaries, but nothing descriptive)

note: i'm a sucker for protective satoru, that's it.

likes/reblogs/feedback are always appreciated <3

The last time you could recall Satoru taking his duty as captain seriously was during training camp several months earlier, and even then, his motivation was fueled by spite. 

“Fuck.” 

“What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing, it's fine. Can we just go around this way instead?” You pinch the sleeve of his track jacket, tugging him back the way you’d just entered. He follows, obediently but puzzled, sneaking a glance over his shoulder to see who you were avoiding. Your vision zeroes in on the doors, ears ringing in panic. Just a few more yards, you think. Just a bit further.

“It’s good to see you, sweetheart,” a sickening voice calls from the other side of the hallway, and your body tenses on its own, heart dropping into your stomach. Your jaw aches from how hard you’re clenching your mouth shut, and your feet are carrying you faster away from the asshole behind you. You don’t dare look at Satoru. “Aw, ignoring me? I see you haven’t changed.” Hold out. Ignore his remarks; they’re just words. Just get Satoru out of here–  

“Huh.” He makes an unamused, slightly disgusted noise. You can clearly imagine the scowl boring into the back of your head. “That's your new boy toy?” 

Immediately your captain digs his heels into the linoleum hallway, effectively screeching you both to a halt. You look back at him, eyes pleading with him to keep moving in the reflection of his round-rimmed sunglasses. But he’s stubborn, and cracks his neck from side to side like he’s ready for a fight. He turns, and his eyes narrow dangerously as he takes in the guy approaching him. You watch his body subtly drift in front of you, so easily and protectively that it makes your heart falter. 

“Satoru, wait–”

“It’s okay. Let me handle it,” he murmurs, flicking his eyes across the player standing right in front of him, tall enough for their eyes to meet. His voice drips fake chivalry and lethal venom. “From the countryside, hmm? You must be pretty good since there’s nothing else to do out there.” 

“How ‘bout you ask your little manager what we’d do out there?” Red-hot anger flares in your chest, but the cool calm of Satoru’s voice cuts you off. 

“I’m not gonna ask them anything regarding you.” His voice is even, but his fists open and close, a habit that only showed itself when he was on the brink of snapping. “Since they already deemed you unworthy of their time, you’re definitely not worth any more of mine. Toodles!” You cough, choking on your own oxygen at his childish goodbye.

“You fucking–”

Razor-sharp blue eyes stun him into silence. “See you on the court.” 

Satoru’s long, muscled arm snakes around your shoulders, pulling you into his side and steering you away from the prick in the hallway. He doesn’t let you go until you’re safely deposited by Yaga’s side, even as you take the long way around the school to the gym. You mumble out a thank you before he walks away to join the rest of the team warming up, shooting a lopsided grin over his shoulder. “Tell me about him later, yeah?” 

“Yeah.” You smile softly, chuckling as he dances around the trembling first-years in an attempt to ease their nerves. As much of an idiot Satoru was, he was a caring upperclassman when he wanted to be. The tender moment doesn’t last long, though, as the team you’re matched against first takes their positions on the other side of the court; there in the middle, wearing a repulsive leer and rolling a broad shoulder, is your ex. 

He was a summer fling from when you stayed with relatives for a month in a rural prefecture outside of Tokyo. His family was a friend of a friend of a friend, and you’d met at a neighborhood reunion when no one else your age was present. You’d bonded initially over volleyball, and you found yourself naively fascinated by his egotistical boasting. He asked you out shortly after, but rushed your relationship even when you were still new to having a partner. Nothing intimate occurred beside kissing, but you’d abruptly cut things off when he started wanting more physically than what you were comfortable with, not to mention the handful of other girls he kept on speed-dial when you weren’t available. Now he was here, captain of his school’s volleyball team, about to face off against the captain of your school’s volleyball team. It seemed that Fate had a cruel sense of humor. 

Yaga summons the team to huddle before the match starts, spouting his usual instructions to focus on offensive power and allow defense to flow organically. The players nod in assent, but you catch Satoru’s eye one too many times to be called merely an accident. 

“We haven’t played them before, but that doesn’t mean they should be underestimated. Be smart. Don’t die.” Yaga finishes his spiel, and the boys scoff at the usual melodrama of the ending, preparing their hands to break like clockwork. To them, it was just another practice match; you give them a pained smile when they ask you what lunch will be. You wring your hands unconsciously, sweating slightly from the unrelenting stare of your ex on the back of your neck. 

Carefree laughter dies back as Satoru’s stern voice cuts through the comfortable atmosphere of the team. “Oi, oi. Quiet, all of you.”  His expression is serious and unreadable, eyes dark with determination. “I’m going all out, this game.” You’re taken aback, and you catch Suguru blinking, dumbfounded. Even Yaga looked surprised. His face asked what you were all thinking: Why now? “I’m not saying you should go all out; that’s not what I mean.” His large hands quiet the team’s muttering. “This isn’t a command.” His gaze settles on you and your heart stops.

“It’s a warning.” 

The match starts, and it ends just as quickly. 

Satoru, Captain Satoru, leads your team to rack up fifteen points like he’d done it in his sleep. 

Most of the points were service aces from his own hands, to the point where Suguru and Nanami started grumbling that the match was just target practice. Even though he said he would go all out, you could tell he wasn’t wasting any extra energy; you bit your lip in an attempt to muffle laughter when you saw him yawn. The match wasn’t anything special, but you witnessed him act as captain in his own way, instructing players to do things that he knew would piss off the other team. Inumaki barely had to touch the floor as his upperclassmen formed an impenetrable wall over the net, much to the dismay of the other team’s hitters. He told Megumi to trial-run his setter dumps, Yuuji to try his jump serve at full power, and even pulled off a few good fakeouts with Panda that had you fistbumping Yaga. When the match concludes, you sneak a smug glance at the captain of the other team and are delighted to see his face bright red, practically steaming from the ears. He huffs out a muddled threat of a rematch before stomping away with his team to run the punishment lap around the school. 

You gravitate to Satoru, handing him a water bottle and a towel as he rests his head against the wall of the gym, cross-legged on the floor. You slide down next to him, and the corner of his mouth quirks up arrogantly. 

“You see me block that idiot’s cross shot?” 

“I did.” You look at him appreciatively, too happy to hide behind spunk or cynicism. “It was nice, seeing someone so effortlessly counter what he brags as his best attack.” 

“‘Best attack,’ my ass. He loves to act like he’s ambidextrous, but he’s–”

“More comfortable on his left than his right. I’m surprised you noticed.”

“He’s also shit at receiving and bullies that kid setter to give him the ball every other play. Their defense wouldn’t know a hole if they were the ones that drilled it.” 

“You really analyzed the hell out of them, Satoru.”

“Of course I did. Needed to know how to properly kick them to the curb.” You chuckle at the unfiltered malice in his voice and he beams back at you, bright as full moonlight. Your stomach turned, and you let yourself acknowledge how beautiful he looked, blue eyes glimmering and hair falling messily across his forehead. 

“Why can’t you be like this for every game?”

“Because I’m not defending your honor in every game,” he says nonchalantly, tilting the bottle toward you for emphasis. His tone is casual, but you both knew that he was taking a practice match more seriously than usual, more than it deserved. 

You can’t help feeling amused at him considering your ex a petty villain, like a rival knight from a neighboring kingdom. “Is that what that was, then?”

“Oh, loudly telling Suguru the match was a waste of time wasn’t obvious enough?” 

“Mmm, no. I think you should do it again,” you tease, bumping your shoulder gently against his. He mirrors your smile, alleviating any lingering worries pestering your mind. His voice softens, eyebrows dipping as he carefully chooses his words. 

“Were you with him for that month when you were in the countryside?” 

“Yeah.” 

“When you abandoned me?” He jokingly glares at you, and you roll your eyes. He was impossible. 

“Satoru.” 

“Sorry. Force of habit.” It’s silent for a moment, and then Satoru’s voice drops to a barely audible octave, low and cautious. “He didn’t do anything, did he?”  

Understanding washes over your face and you shake your head adamantly. “No, no. I cut him off before he could try anything stupid.” 

“Good. I knew you wouldn’t let him, but I wanted to be sure.” His eyes are still dark with something like suppressed wrath, mouth drawn into a tight line. 

“I don’t like that look on your face.”

The dangerous expression is gone in a blink, replaced by faux-indignancy. “This is just my face! Are you saying I’m ugly? I can’t believe you just called me ugly.” 

“No, I’m saying you look homicidal.” 

He snorts. “You’re not wrong.”

“Satoru!”

“Kidding! Partially.” Your face falls when he walks back into the gym, scowling and breathless from the punishment lap. Satoru catches you looking, and clicks his tongue disapprovingly. “You don’t need to worry about him anymore.” 

“You think I’m worried?” 

“I know you are, even if you won’t admit it. I’m just saying. I won’t let him bother you. I'm the strongest, after all.” You’re speechless at the earnestness of his statement, and settle for mumbling another thank you, avoiding his eyes. 

For the remaining days of the training camp, Satoru is attached to you at the hip, guarding you from the hungry stares and glares of other players. Though the rest of the team notices, he doesn’t explain his declaration of war against your ex’s team. In return, you feed him the meager information you had about his strategies, murmuring what ankle he seemed to be weaker on so Satoru could exploit it and enrage him further. The best part was that he did all of this subtly, never drawing extra attention to you or giving the impression that this was all to make you laugh. You find that he likes to look at you over his shoulder when he does something to piss your ex off, and his grin gets wider when you laugh. 

You find that you like it when he looks over his shoulder at you, too.

#gojo x reader #gojo x you #jjk x you #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojo #jjk volleyball au

[fairy-writes]

first, congratulations on 1300!! with the event can i have a medium cappuccino with chuuya from bsd? thank you in advance and congratulations again!!

HAZE OF SICKNESS

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Prompt: Hurt/comfort scenario with Chuuya from BSD

Word Count: 0.7k

Fandom(s): Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairing(s): Nakahara Chuuya x Reader

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Gender Neutral!Reader, Sick!Reader, Business AU?? Idk; it’s not the normal BSD universe.

Notes: Idk if this really counts as hurt/comfort? But it’s the idea I'm going with, so it’s what you get, lol.

This also briefly features a character from Stormbringer! But you don’t need to know anything other than he’s a doctor :)

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The world was in a haze. 

You ache. You’re exhausted. Your stomach hurts. Your head hurts. Your mouth feels fuzzy with the lack of brushing your teeth after throwing up.

But you don’t say a word. You don’t call in. Instead, you get up, put on a mask, brush your teeth, and head to work as the infamous Nakahara Chuuya’s secretary. 

Luckily, he doesn’t comment on your mask when you arrive at your desk.

He sweeps into his office as he always does, his coat billowing around his ankles. He sheds it and his hat on the coat rack. He brushes past you without so much as a hello, and his office door shuts with a bang that has your brain vibrating in your head. 

Guess he wasn’t in the mood to talk today?

Work goes slowly. Almost agonizingly so. 

You remind yourself to alternate taking Ibuprofen and Tylenol every four hours and keep your mask on except for drinking water. But it does little good. You still feel feverish and achy, and your stomach is constantly churning despite having walked down to the corner store and bought yourself a can of soup to eat for your lunch break. 

Things come to a head when you knock on Chuuya’s office door with some reports from last week. 

“Come in.” His voice is muffled, but you hear it even through the door and what feels like cotton in your ears. The hinges squeal and grate on your nerves and eardrums. 

“I have those reports you wanted, sir.” You say through your mask, and he looks up from his laptop, sticking a hand out for them as he runs a hand through his hair. 

He looks annoyed. 

You give him the reports and go to leave when he stops you by saying your name. You turn.

“Are you alright?” He asks, and you blink. When did he ever ask if you were alright? You were positive he barely even knew your name.

“I’m fine, sir. Just a little cold, is all.” You say, and his frown deepens, but he doesn’t get up from his desk. 

“If you say so.” He mutters, and you take that as your cue to leave. 

But you promptly pass out the moment you turn around. 

When you come to, you have no idea how much time has passed. But you hear something… Just on the edge of your hearing… 

“—n you hear me?” A voice… A familiar voice… Your boss, maybe? 

When you open your eyes, you find you were correct. He’s leaning over you with a concerned look on his face, and you realize you’re on the couch in his office. 

“What happened?” You groan, and he sits back, clearly relieved. 

“I thought you died there for a minute,” He grumbled, and you felt white-hot embarrassment shoot up your spine and warm your ears. When you go to sit up, he is on his feet helping you.

“I passed out?” You ask, and he nods, 

“You went down pretty quickly and smacked your head, so I called Doc. He should be here soon.” At that, you swing your legs over the side of the couch. 

“I’m fine. Just a bit dizzy, is all. I have to get back to work.” 

His hand clamps around your wrist, and you freeze. He wears his standard leather gloves, but his hand is still warm through the material. 

“You aren’t goin’ anywhere. And it’s either Doc or the hospital.” He warns, and you glare stubbornly at the floor before relenting and sitting back down on the couch. Chuuya is sitting on the coffee table directly in front of you, hands clasped and resting on his knees. 

Doc, as eccentric as ever, gives you a clean bill of health and a cold compress for the bump on your head. He also says something to your boss that you don’t quite catch, but he nods and dismisses the man. 

“You’re taking the rest of today and tomorrow off.” He says abruptly, and you nearly trip where you are walking back to your desk. 

“What? No! I can’t afford to do that!” You retort, and he rolls his eyes,

“You’ll still be paid.” You pause in your argument and frown. 

“I will?” Chuuya huffs and puts a hand on the small of your back, steering you toward the elevator of the high-rise office building. 

“Of course you will. Just…” He pauses, and you look at him. His cheeks are flushed pink, and he refuses to look at you.

“Yes?” You prompt, and he sighs, still averting his gaze. 

“Come back feeling better.” He says, and you grin at him as the elevator door closes on you.

“Yessir!”

#chuuya x y/n #chuuya x you #chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya nakahara x you #nakahara chuuya x reader #bsd chuuya x reader #bsd chuuya #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs

[ddejavvu]

Andy Doesn't Know - Eddie Munson x Reader

WC: 3.3K / navi / preview / request

Summary: Eddie hates seeing you with your dickhead jock boyfriend, Andy. He'd much rather see you where you are now: underneath him. Heavily inspired by / based off of Scotty Doesn't Know

Contents/Warnings: smut (18+, minors dni), p in v, oral sex (both receiving), cheating, slight spit kink, brief choking, eddie calls reader 'princess' and 'his girl'

A/N: i dooo have a part two to this already in progress that's a threesome with chrissy so i hope you look forward to that!! beta read by @gettingrailedbyreid thank you lea for your wonderful feedback because 300 words of this would not exist without you <33

feedback is greatly appreciated! comment, reblog, talk in the tags, send me a message, tell me what you think!

“Andy, you really don’t need to worry! I’ve got enough money,” It takes all of your effort to keep your voice together over the phone, the receiver held so tightly in your hand that you’re surprised it doesn’t shatter, “The dress isn’t that expensive.”

“But I like buying you things.” Andy drawls into the phone, a lazy smirk surely on his lips, “And I wanna see the way you look in it. You know blue’s one of my favorite colors on you.”

Eddie’s long, slender fingers snap the pad of your powder blue panties against your cunt, the fabric stretched to the side while his tongue writhes expertly through your folds. 

“Me too.” He murmurs into you, his voice near-inaudible, but the vibrations that come off of it leave your stomach in knots.

“I- I’ll wear it to church,” You promise, “I gotta go! I see a cute pair of shoes.”

“Bye baby,” Andy pipes up, “Just let me know if you want me to pick you up before mass-” But before he can finish you’re spamming the ‘end-call’ button, hanging up before you could reveal your current compromising position.

That position just so happened to be stretched out across the folded-down seats of Eddie Munson’s beat-up van, your bare cunt to the roof as your legs are draped over his shoulders.

He took extra care to work you up for your phone call with Andy, a devilish smirk on his face when he prompted you to answer the call. 

“He’s so fucking stupid.” Eddie snickers between lithe licks at your cunt, “Can’t even tell when his girl’s getting fucked.”

“Eddie,” You whimper, torn between scolding him for calling Andy stupid and melting into his ministrations, “I- I should go soon. If I’m here for too long he might come looking for me.”

“You’re not leaving,” Eddie scoffs, spitting lewdly into your cunt and prodding his saliva into you with his tongue, “You could get up and go home right now if you really wanted to. But you aren’t.”

“I- I need to!” You struggle to brace yourself on your elbows, Eddie’s tongue delving deeper into your pussy and making you see stars, “If he finds out-”

“He’ll kill me.” Eddie grumbles, sucking harshly on your clit, “I know.”

You let out a strangled gasp at the waves of pleasure rolling through you, slumping back onto the seat. You don’t have the energy or the need to leave anymore, all that you’re focused on is Eddie and his tongue.

Soon to be his cock, by the looks of it, because his hands stop squeezing the flesh of your inner thighs and they start grappling with his belt buckle.

He manages to slide his jeans down his hips, his boxers peeling away with them. His cock bounces up to stand below his tummy, a sight that pools saliva around your teeth and on your tongue.

“Come on,” Eddie urges, “Sit up, Princess.”

You try, you really do, but you’re clumsy with your limbs and his breath is still hitting your cunt, sending shockwaves through you. All you can do is whine desperately up at him, “Eddie, help.”

He slides your thighs off of his shoulders, and they happily tighten around his waist. His hands slide beneath your shoulder blades and he lifts you effortlessly, tugging you upright to straddle his lap.

“Nice and easy, baby.” He urges you, his hands prying at your hips as you sink slowly onto his cock. He hisses in appreciation at the feeling of your cunt squeezing him, his teeth digging into his plush lower lip.

“You’re a real expert at this.” Eddie muses, “S’pose it helps you’ve got two guys to practice on.”

“Eddie,” You scold, tucking your face into his shoulder, “Don’t!”

“You do,” Eddie presses forward, tucking your calves beneath your thighs so that you can use them as leverage to bounce on him with, “Does Andy’s dick fill you up this much?”

Eddie is overwhelming. His cock stretches you, his words intoxicate you, his hands leave bruises on your hips. 

All you can do is shake your head against his neck, the feeling of Eddie practically splitting you in two with his cock overtaking your brain function.

“Use your words,” One of Eddie’s hands flies from your hip to your chin, tugging your face out of his shoulder, “Open that pretty little mouth of yours and tell me who’s better, sweetheart.”

“You.” You manage to mumble, your tongue heavy in your mouth as heat pools between your thighs, “You are.”

“Say my name.” He commands, holding your jaw tight, “Who’s fuckin’ you dumb right now, princess?”

“Eddie!” You cry out, the word slightly distorted from how firm his grip around your chin is, “N- Not Andy. Never Andy.”

“‘S a shame you gotta stick with that dick,” Eddie croons, a sick grin on his face, “You’d do so much better on mine.”

His words are proven by the searing pleasure that rips through your insides, his cock thick as it prods deeply at your core. You’re bouncing on him, barely helped at all by his hand on your waist, your strength reinvigorated just to fuck him. Your eyes are screwed tightly shut, your tongue hanging limply in your mouth as he holds your jaw.

“Tongue out, baby.” His words pry your eyes open, desperation flickering in your irises as you stick your tongue out obediently for him. His jaw shifts slightly and he spits into your mouth, his saliva spreading over your tongue and pooling around your teeth. Before you can close your mouth, intent on swallowing what he’d given you, he leans in, licking a long stripe up your tongue. You tuck it into his mouth, eagerly meshing it with his own and he closes the kiss, his lips stained with a mixture of the both of your spit as he licks sensually around your mouth. It’s obscene, you can feel drool leaking from the seam of your lips and it lands perfectly on the base of Eddie’s cock, eliciting a guttural groan from the man. He breaks away, his forehead pressed against yours as he peers at the saliva on his cock, slowly dripping down to coat his balls. 

“Spit.” He commands hoarsely, and though you long to tuck your tongue into your mouth, swallowing Eddie’s drool, you don’t. You release your mouthful of saliva, aiming for his cock and watching it drip obscenely around the base.

“Fuck,” His breath heaves, your spit probably staining his seat, “That asshole’s gonna taste me on you.”

“Hm?” You’re delirious, humming questioningly up at Eddie with shining eyes.

“Andy,” Eddie spits, the word venomous as it flies off his tongue, “Next time he tastes you, he’ll be tasting me too.”

You whine pathetically, tucking your face into Eddie’s shoulder again. The surge of pleasure through your core at Eddie’s words is embarrassing, and your lips part gently around Eddie’s skin as you pant into his neck.

“Tell him..” Eddie grunts, snapping his hips up into yours, “Tell him to tell me how my dick tastes, baby.”

There’s a surge of pleasure in your gut at his words, but you blurt out what you’re thinking instead of letting it consume you, “He doesn’t..” You breathe, “He.. He doesn’t taste me!”

Eddie’s hips don’t stop, but they slow. You can’t see it from your position in his neck, but he frowns, his front teeth digging viciously into his lower lip as he pondered how the hell Andy was able to resist burying his face in your pretty pussy.

“Fuck him,” Eddie seethes, not a command but an insult as he picks up his previous pace, “That dick doesn’t even pleasure you? No wonder you keep comin’ t’me.” He croons, pressing a kiss to your sweat-beaded hairline, “Does he even make you cum?”

You sniffle miserably against his shoulder, pure ecstasy ravaging you from the inside out, “Not always. I- I have to- to do it myself.”

Eddie groans into the crown of your head, his breath fanning over your scalp hot and heavy, “Poor thing,” His voice is raspy, his words dragged out with sympathy, “‘Gotta touch yourself ‘cause he doesn’t?”

“Mm-hm,” You hum pitifully into his flushed skin, “It- It never feels this good!”

Eddie wants to let a triumphant smirk cross his face, but he’s still fuming about the idea of you having to get yourself off because Andy doesn’t want to. So instead he ducks his head down, pressing a kiss to your heated cheek, “I’ll always make you feel good, sweetheart. If he ever quits early… y’know, doesn’t let you finish? Call me, I’ll help you through it on the phone.”

Phone sex with Eddie sounds filthy. So filthy, in fact, that you’re closer than ever to your orgasm, but you let it linger, not worried that it’ll be ripped away from you just before you can achieve it. Eddie feels safe and secure, and you nuzzle your cheek into his lips.

“On- On the phone?” You murmur, your belly swirling with desire, “What if we get caught?”

“We won’t, baby. Trust me. You promise, though? You’ll give me a call whenever he doesn’t do it for you?”

“Promise,” You nod once, his lips sliding slickly over your cheek.

“That’s my girl.” Eddie praises you, and that does it.

You’re seeing stars, your thighs trembling and your core aching as you cum. Eddie has to hold your hips, your bouncing becoming sloppy as you lose control. Your orgasm is messy, cum oozing out around Eddie’s cock and dripping into the hair there, as well as coating his balls. You can’t tell if you’re squirting, because Eddie’s stuffing you tight enough that there’s no room for it to build momentum, but it’s the best orgasm you’ve ever had, and you wouldn’t be surprised if you were.

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie lets out a choked groan, the sound raspy and low, ducking his head down to nudge at your temple. You lift your head blindly out of his neck, whimpers and whines flowing from your throat in the sweetest song Eddie’s ever heard. He bumps his nose into your cheek, clenching his teeth to keep himself from cumming inside of you. You scramble off of him before he can lose control, the sudden emptiness causing your gaping cunt to contract around nothingness, and Eddie’s eyes track the movements.

“Get on your knees, baby.” Eddie pants, his cock standing stiff near his belly, “Hurry up, I’m gonna lose it!”

“No, no, Eddie, I gotta go!” You plead, “Church starts soon.”

“What does it fucking matter?” Eddie scoffs, “You’ll be on your knees either way.”

“Eddie,” You whine, white hot shame curling up in you like billowing smoke, “Don’t- don’t-”

“Don’t what, babe? You’re really gonna hike up those panties and sit next to Andy in church?” His breathing is labored and his cock is in dire need of attention, the tip flushed red, “I think if you walk in there now, the place’ll go up in flames.”

“What.. what do I tell them?” You linger by the phone, your eyes flickering down to the mouthwatering sight between Eddie’s legs.

“Tell ‘em you’re sick.” Eddie supplies lazily, “That’s what you are, y’know? ‘Bout to gag on my dick instead of going to church with your boyfriend.”

Shame fills your gut once more, but the sight of Eddie’s leaking cock overpowers it. You nod shakily, ringing Andy’s number and waiting with bated breath for him to answer.

“Babe?” His voice bleeds through the speaker, and you can see Eddie mimic him with a disdainful expression from the corner of your eye, “You ready for mass?”

“Actually,” You start, your voice conveniently raspy from the adrenaline of sex, “I went home. I’m really not feeling good, Andy, I think I’m getting sick or something.”

“Oh, sorry baby. You gonna be okay? I guess I can, like, grab soup or something, or-”

“No!” You’re not very good at lying. It’s a wonder he hasn’t figured you out yet, to be honest. “No, I- I don’t want you to get sick, and I’m not very hungry right now.” That’s a lie. You want nothing more than to swallow Eddie’s cum, keep his cock in your mouth for as long as he’ll let you, “Just go to church, hopefully I’ll make next time.”

“Alright,” Andy sounds hesitant to let you go, but he complies anyway, “Feel better, babe.”

You’re barely able to offer a meek ‘thanks’ in return, once more tossing your phone away from you the second you hang up.

“Put that lying little mouth to good use,” Eddie pants, his ring-clad fingers bunched up into fists at his sides, “I’m gonna cum soon, and I want it to be on your tongue.”

As if the sight of his cock isn’t enticing enough, precum already leaking from the flushed, red tip, his words are. Your knees scrape roughly against the seats of his van but you don’t care; no amount of temporary pain is enough to alleviate your carnal urge to drool on Eddie’s cock.

You eagerly take him into your mouth, a wanton whine escaping your lips at the taste of him. He’s musky, sweaty and sex-crazed, but you’re desperate, and it only makes you more needy. Your post-orgasm haze clings to your consciousness, your brain fuzzy as you lick and lave at Eddie’s dick. His eyes are squeezed shut, his knuckles turning white as he clenches his hands into fists. He had been mere seconds away from cumming inside of you, and the urge to blow his load down your throat before you even take him in fully is overwhelming. It takes all of the self control in him not to drown you, not to fill up your throat so lushly with his cum that you’ll be tasting him for weeks.

“Shit babe,” He pants, his voice painfully raspy as he staves off an orgasm, “You’re real messy.”

It’s true. You’re drooling, saliva once more pooling at the base of his cock and dripping lewdly onto his balls. It’s quickly become one of Eddie’s favorite sights, but it gets topped mere seconds later when you grab hold of his saliva-slick balls, massaging them sensually in your palm. His hips jerk and he bottoms out in your throat, his cock triggering a violent gag when it bumps against the back. You hollow your cheeks and tighten your lips around the base of his cock, your tongue curling wetly against the underside. He swears you’re making him explode, the gentle, rolling stroke of your tongue against his cock while your lips brush his base absolutely intoxicating. He knows then and there that he’s never felt anything as good as you, and never will again. 

In a desperate effort to get more stimulation, more of your tongue, more of your throat, more of your mouth, more of you, his hand cups the front of your neck, his fingers digging into the sides of your throat as he tugs you closer.

Perhaps it would be more efficient to push on the back of your neck, Eddie muses. But that wouldn’t give him the sinful sight of his veiny hand, fingers ring-clad and nimble, stretched around your throat. He feels it constricting under his palm, feels every shift of your tongue against his cock, and he knows he’s nearing the point of no return.

“Babe I- shit.” He hisses, pressing firmer against your throat and relishing in the choked whimper it tears from you, “You’re good at this. ‘S like,” He cuts himself off with a groan, “‘S like you were made for my dick.”

You whine around him, the vibrations nearly throwing him over the edge. But sudden rage flares through him as he remembers you’re with someone else, that your mouth isn’t just for him, and he squeezes tight at your throat. 

You let out an indignant cry, but it melts into a moan as he maintains the pressure. He’s not hurting you, he knows you’d tell him if he was, and he watches your eyelids flutter softly as your tongue presses tight against the bottom of his cock.

“Not Andy’s. You hear me? 

You nod vigorously and he grips you tighter, “Say it. Tell me you’re mine, princess.”

“I’m yours,” Your eyes shine as you mewl pathetically around his cock, your words mumbled and strained, “I’m yours, Eddie.”

That does it.

The combination of your sweet gaze locked on his, your lips stretched around his cock, your hands cupping his balls, his hand on your neck; it’s all too much. He longs to throw his head back and let his orgasm consume him, but he wants to see you. He watches as you close off your throat, his cum painting the inside of your mouth and gushing out from between your lips, It’s the filthiest thing he’s ever seen, and he feels your lips tighten around the base of his cock as you slowly pull away, licking him clean as you go.

Once his cock is out of your mouth your cheeks are bulging, probably more full of air than cum but he appreciates the dramatics. There’s a smear that drips lewdly down your chin, and Eddie swipes it off of your skin with his rough thumb.

“Swallow.” He commands, and you obey instantly. The feeling of his cum sliding down your slick throat warms your belly, the perfect cherry on top to the orgasm you’d had only minutes prior. He holds his thumb out in front of you and you eagerly take it into your mouth, your soft cushy tongue sliding over the pad of his finger.

You lick him clean, and yet he’s never felt so dirty. He presses roughly against your tongue, pinning it to the bottom of your mouth, and he feels drool pool around his finger.

“Y’got all of it, baby?” His voice is much softer now that he’s coming down from his high, and you nod eagerly at his gentle tone. You let his thumb slip from between your pursed lips with one last swipe of your tongue over his skin, then a pop as it leaves your mouth. Eddie grins softly at the sound, leaning in to press a kiss to your still-puckered lips. You hum into his mouth, your noses brushing. When he breaks away it’s with a grin, his tongue slipping out from between his lips to glaze over them. 

“You taste good.” He hums, and your tummy flutters softly, “You taste like me.”

You’re well aware of the lingering traces of Eddie’s orgasm still sticking to your mouth. The taste isn’t unpleasant, though, and you hum contentedly, “Yeah.”

He laughs at your dreamy sigh, reaching for the panties that were pooled at your ankles.

“C’mon baby,” He urges, gently pulling them up your thighs, “‘Gotta get goin’.”

“I don’t want to,” You whine, pressing your face into his neck and kissing gently at the skin there.

“I thought you had to make church,” He teases lightly, his thumb and pointer finger pinching at your side. You flinch away from the teasing contact, groaning, “Eddie, stop!”

“Oh, please.” Eddie gripes, “They’re gonna figure us out soon if you keep stickin’ around.”

“I know.” You admit resignedly, “I just don’t wanna leave you.”

There’s a momentary sweet silence that falls after your admission, and you’re worried you’ve put too much meaning behind your bizarre hookup. But then Eddie is leaning forwards, pressing a sweet kiss to the corner of your lips.

“There’s always next Sunday.” He soothes you, his brown doe eyes flicking between your glum ones, “Same time and place?”

“Same time and place.” You tug your skirt down your thighs, peering timidly out of the grungy windows of Eddie’s van to make sure no one is watching. The coast looks clear and Eddie pops the trunk, something forlorn in his eyes as he watches you slip out of his van and back onto the ground. But it’s gone in an instant when you turn around, your skirt billowing around your thighs, “Bye Eddie, drive safe!” 

He grins fondly at your cheery wave, the gesture seeming out of place for someone who'd just been screaming his name minutes earlier. He waves back, offering you a cheeky wink before you turn around, “Send my fondest regards to Andy, babe, and don't forget to call me.”

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[snowxstormworld]

Jonerys Summer Lovin '24

You asked, SnowxStormWorld answered! We’re thrilled to bring you a week of steamy, sexy, positively sinful Jonerys content for Jonerys Summer Lovin '24!

From June 17th to June 21st, we’ll reblog your edits, gif sets, fanart, moodboards, and fanfiction and list them in our AO3 collection. We want it all!

The prompts are below, but we love creativity, so feel free to spice it up with your own interpretations!     

Day 1 (6/17) ☀️ Turn up the Heat: summer storm/stuck inside/too damn hot.

Day 2 (6/18) 🏕️ Pack Your Bags: road trips/cruises/camping.

Day 3 (6/19) 🎆 Sizzling Summer Nights: bonfires/stargazing/fireworks/skinny dipping.

Day 4 (6/20) 🍦 Fun in the Sun: swimming/beach/picnics/ice cream.

Day 5 (6/21) 🍉 Summer Staples/Free Choice: sundresses/shorts/bikinis/sunglasses/sunburns.

To join us, post your content to your own Tumblr blog and/or to AO3, mention @snowxstormworld, tag #JonerysSummerLovin2024 and #SnowxStormWorld and we’ll reblog your work!

Rules:

The main pairing must be Jonerys (Jon Snow/Daenerys Targaryen. Also, please no explicit scenes of Jon or Dany with other characters).

Prompt mixing is fine - just let us know which prompt you’re featuring on the day you’re posting.

If life kicks you in the shins, go ahead and post on whatever day you can. As long as you mention and tag us, we’ll find and reblog your stuff!

ALL IN THE FANDOM ARE WELCOME. Our main goal is nurturing fandom content. As long as your work follows the above rules and you keep things positive, you are welcome!

Feel free to reach out with questions, we love hearing from you! Or DM us (@jupiterix @libradoodle1 @jellybeanficwriter)

#jonerys #snowxstormworld #JonerysSummerLovin2024 #jon x dany

[hykwrld]

𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 + 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

pairing : nct dream (00 line + mark) x gn!reader (afab anatomy)

contains : sexual content, dom/sub dynamic, slight edging (jeno), public “sex” and slight degradation (donghyuck), brief mention of toys, bondage, temp. play, mirror sex (jaemin)

a/n : ahh omg my first work !! i’m sorry about the lack of a read more but tumblr was being weird so once it’s fixed i’ll add one <3 there will be a pt. 2 to this post for all of my sub!dream enthusiasts since i couldn’t pick which to write hehe i hope you all enjoy and if you do, please don’t be afraid to reblog w tags or send me an ask with your thoughts! (always accepting more thoughts abt these boys anyways <3) 

MARK LEE

there’s something so hot about nudes to mark that he frequently finds himself getting hard in his sweats at just the thought of the nudes that you might send him. you’ve always been hesitant to send him such exposing photos of yourself, scared that they would get out and end up on other people’s phones or that one of his friends would find them and make fun of you for them. mark understands your concerns, but he promises that if you ever felt comfortable and did send them, he’d make sure they remained in a locked album for his eyes only.

the reassurance helped a little and one night, you felt bold enough to decide to try it out. you knew your lover was out with his friends so you decided to keep it fairly mild, a mirror picture of some new lingerie you had bought. mark’s quick return to your apartment was enough to tell you that he enjoyed it. his reaction and praise for the photo gave you more confidence and soon, the pictures were more revealing, less clothes and different positions that had him fucking into his fist the moment he was alone, while his free hand dialled your number, voice already raspy with need.

“fuck, i can’t stop thinking about those pictures you sent me, angel, got me all worked up at the studio. promise i’ll take such good care of you when i get home, yeah?”

HUANG RENJUN

renjun is probably the most subtle about the way he slowly chips away at your innocence. he’s patient and takes everything at your pace, but also loves to see how your face flushes when he compliments you or your body, especially when his words are a little graphic. most of the comments come when you’re wearing something that shows your body off just right or something that’s just a little bit exposing that makes his imagination run wild.

he knows the compliments fluster you, watching the way you hide your face in his chest whenever he murmurs something in your ear. he also knows that the praise makes you more confident and what kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn’t support that? he loves how you look in skirts so you buy a couple more, each one shorter in length than the last and he loves how your chest looks in tighter tops so maybe showing a little more cleavage wouldn’t hurt, right? he always stops you before you go anywhere, admiring you in the short, tight clothes, hands beginning to wander and grope at your body.

“always look so pretty, my love, can’t keep my hands off of you. maybe you should reschedule that lunch, hm? wanna see you fall apart for me in this cute, little skirt”. 

LEE JENO

jeno loves hearing you use your words for him. your face warms and you stammer while trying to explain to your patient lover exactly what you want him to do. at first, he was lenient, letting you get away with some muffled “please” into your pillow, too shy to say the dirty words. as time goes on, however, jeno gets stricter, a gentle hold on your face as he looks at you expectantly. “c’mon, baby, use your words properly,” he nearly demands and yet, you still barely meet his gaze as you whimper that you want him, that there’s a need only he can satisfy.

each time, he gives less and less, only touching when you ask him specifically for it. he wants to hear how badly you want his cock, how badly you need him. finally, you give in, body trembling from the first orgasm he’s given you. you beg, near tears, for him to touch you, that you feel empty without him, you need his cock to fuck you stupid. he’s broken you, made you so desperate that the lewd words fall past your lips without a second thought. 

“that’s my good baby, using your words so well. well then, it’s only fair that i give you a reward for being so good for me, yeah?”

LEE DONGHYUCK

donghyuck isn’t shy about how badly he wants you and how badly he wants to enact his fantasies on you, but he’s also patient, he takes his time to allow you to grow comfortable with the ideas, then come begging to him instead. he starts small, resting his hand on your knee in the library or the bus, leaving it there just long enough to fluster you. you swat his hand away at first, but grow more and more comfortable with it until you don’t even flush at the feeling of it there.

then, his hand moves higher and higher until he can feel the hem of your panties and you’re nearly panting from the arousal that begins to pool between your thighs. you turn to him, eyes desperate as you pull your bottom lip between your teeth in a pathetic attempt to keep yourself quiet, your legs already spread for him under the table. the library’s pretty full that day, everyone studying for their upcoming exams, but your mind is already clouded with lust and that’s when donghyuck thinks you look prettiest. 

“you look so pretty like this, baby, used to be so shy and now, you’re acting like a pathetic slut. how cute”.

NA JAEMIN

jaemin’s always been respectful of your boundaries, keeping pda to a minimum and stopping kisses before they can lead to something else. it’s no different in the bedroom, everything is fairly calm, simple love-making and he doesn’t mind one bit. despite this, jaemin’s mind wanders to slightly rougher things, different kinks, things he thinks you might enjoy, occasionally fucking into his fist at the thoughts that fill his mind. he brings them up one by one, just explaining to you what they are, always waiting until you’re fully comfortable with trying them.

it starts small with things like toys or blindfolds, moving up to more adventurous things like bondage or ice. he gets off on your pleasure, seeing how good he can make you feel with a few small additions. jaemin’s always the one who brings new things up, but recently, you’ve been hinting at a few that fills his mind with even more possibilities. that’s how you wound up where you are now, hands and chest pressed up against a large mirror, his hand tangled in your hair as he forces you to watch him fuck you. 

“so dirty, angel, wanting to watch yourself take me in front of a mirror, but fuck, this might be my new favourite too”.

#nct dream #nct #nct smut #nct dream smut #mark smut #mark lee smut #renjun smut #huang renjun smut #jeno smut #lee jeno smut #haechan smut #lee haechan smut #donghyuck smut #jaemin smut #na jaemin smut

[lemonlyman-dotcom]

9-1-1 Lone Star Platonic Pairings Event

Hello! @bonheur-cafe & I are excited to kick off the 9-1-1 Lone Star Platonic Pairings Event! What better time than the month of love to celebrate the friendships of the 126 and beyond.

We invite everyone who would like to participate to create something lovely in celebration of the beautiful friendships on this show! Any medium is welcomed; fanfic, fan art, gifsets, metas etc. Any and all pairings are welcome, you can feature a canon-established friendship or you can explore a pairing that hasn’t had much screen time but you’d like to see teamed up. Your work can include a couple + friend, two couples, no couples… whatever you wanna do as long as the focus is on the friendships.

This event will go from February 1st - March 31st, however folks can keep creating for as long as they would like. We’d love to see some platonic love around Valentine’s Day 🥰

Please use the tag #911 Lone Star Platonic Pairings when posting your work to ao3 and/or tumblr and we will reblog. We will share a master list of all the art created for the event in April.

We’ve provided a list of prompts below the cut for inspiration. Please feel free to use any of the prompts, solo or a combination, or none of the prompts. We can’t wait to see what you create!

Dialogue

“I missed you”

“I feel like I’ve known you forever”

"You’re more than just a friend. We're family."

“Can you please pick me up?” “I'll be there in 10.” (could be fluff or angst)

"So... I met someone." "I'm sorry, WHAT."

Scenarios

Something just between friends (i.e. secret handshake, inside jokes, secrets etc.)

Roommates AU

Meeting each other’s parents

Camping trip

Double date!

Romantic date? No! Best friend date

Wearing each other’s clothes

The gang goes on a vacation or some kind of trip and somebody gets lost

Doing each other’s hair / Getting their hair done

Saving the other during a call / Working together on a call

An incident at a call causes a fight and the rest of the gang has to intervene

Competitive streak, maybe a bet on who can make the most saves in a shift

Red vs blue

TK & Mateo go to get tattoos together

Trying a new game or bringing someone new to Catan game night

Trying a new board game @ Catan night / Inviting new people to Catan night

Road trip to watch Marjan’s roller derby team in Houston or Dallas

Group text thread gone awry

Besties in a fight

Friend A has to bail Friend B outta jail

Friend A is suspicious of a new coworker and Friend B is the only one who believes them

Recovering together after an incident

Working through/processing a big canon event together

Dadptain Owen

Momtain Tommy

Big brother Judd

Learning to love Lou Two

Friend A has to call Friend B to come help them out of an awkward position / Catching each other in a compromising position

We're having our monthly friend meet up and you can tell I have something big to tell you, but you're waiting for me to bring it up.

No one gives a shovel talk like a friend

#911 Lone Star Platonic Pairings #911 lone star #911 lone star fic

[glamjrwi]

Okay I’m making this while tired but I figure I can at least get it started and smart people can add on. if you’re here from jrwitwt first off HELLO!!! Welcome. I know there have been several posts going around saying watch your step, we do things differently here, and to get with it, that might seem a bit intimidating. So I wanted to make this non-exhaustive list of how tumblr works and HOW we do things different so you can get settled in :)

also these are just to the best of my ability and based off my time here i am by no means a standard, just a starting point

-You might’ve heard this one already but there isn’t much of an algorithm here. You can follow certain tags and blogs. The best way to find people is to just scroll through tags and check out blogs whose posts you enjoyed

-reblogging is standard. Likes are typically for letting a mutual(or anyone rlly) know you saw their post or during liveblog sessions(at least that’s how I use them) while we have replies on posts that might look like a comment section. It really isn’t most of the time. Comments are normally put in the tags of reblogs. It’s completely okay if your blog is just reblogs that’s super normal here. you don’t have to have an original thought if you don’t want to

-If you really don’t want to post/lurk and only follow ppl, change your pfp so we know you aren’t a bot. Blank blogs have a history of being bots and if we can’t tell you’re a person a lot of people will block on sight. Just fair warning

-We do a lot of blocking here. If you don’t like someone’s posts, block em and keep going. The filter tags system on tumblr really works(I’ve heard twt is fussy and not great) and most people tag things appropriately here so you Will Not see the shit you don’t want to

-TAG THINGS APPROPRIATELY PLEASE it’s a give and take. When it comes to spoilers, as long as the original poster tagged it you normally don’t have to tag it again in a reblog but you can out of courtesy

-Bonus point a lot of us use “jrwilb” as a tag when everyone is on the dash liveblogging a stream ep or just when they get around to watching it. Some people have personalized ones, and some ppl also main tag their liveblogs so it’s just a good one to know ahead of time

-People chit chat through asks frequently. You don’t have to feel shy abt it, esp if you are being friendly. But if you’re anxious a lot of people leave on anon asks so you don’t have to have your name attached

-We don’t really do callouts/negativity posts. If you see a take or headcanon you aren’t fond of going around. You can block/filter, or you can make a positivity post or post abt your own interpretation!!! A lot of people here love different takes and headcanons and try to value all of them. Again, if one squicks you really bad, filter/block it. If you really wanna complain, be sure to do it in dms or a private discord server

-our concept of what jokes are okay to post are very lax. there really isnt an official thing but i’ve tended to notice we dont really tend to do anything the council havent done. we joke abt gillion tits and eggs here because the council have done it. we have made very lewd jokes because  . . . mcs and everything else grizzly does when he’s not playing dakota. so be prepared to be jarred by how . . . interesting it gets here

Okay that’s all I can think of for now. Members of councilblr feel free to add anything smile

#also if you are adding pls keep the tone friendly smile #i wanted to make a greetings post #for the twt refugees fleeing the discourse site #jrwi #just roll with it #what tags would twt ppl search hmmm #jrwi show #jrwishow #councilblr

[hotvintagepoll]

Welcome to the HOT AND VINTAGE MOVIE STARS tournament! We are currently on a break between tournaments, having just finished the Hot & Vintage Movie Man Tournament last week. The Hot & Vintage Movie Women Tournament starts next week on February 29th (Leap Year Day) MARCH 2ND. The submission form for the ladies is now closed.

All polls—including ongoing polls, previous rounds, old tournaments, the various shadow brackets, and fun mini polls—can be found in the #hotvintagepoll tag. Every poll in the Hot & Vintage Women Tournament will be tagged with the hot woman in it if you need to search for a hot woman in particular. There have been around 400+ submissions, so Round 1 will probably be posted over the course of a few days.

FAQs:

“I have propaganda for the hot women!” Great! Please don't send or tag me in any hot women propaganda until the poll including that hot lady is posted.

"....but you're posting gifsets of hot ladies?" Yes. As a special treat to myself I get to post a little additional propaganda of my own between tournaments. (Once the tournament begins I am sworn to neutrality and only post the propaganda sent to me.) The gifsets I reblog are not representative of my own views—ie I reblog both my secret favorites and other hot ladies who were submitted numerous times—and are intended just to get us in the Hot Lady spirit™.

“How do I send in hot women propaganda once the tournament starts?” Send me an ask, or reblog the poll and add your propaganda to it. I don’t boost all the propaganda I see or receive, but I try to boost the best of the best.

If you’re submitting propaganda for your hot lady, I don’t accept propaganda that’s from beyond the end of this tournament’s era (ie don’t send me pics of them from after 1970). I also don’t accept them acting in TV shows unless it’s clearly a cameo where they’re playing themselves (ie, no I Love Lucy or Catwoman appearances). I'm more likely to post your propaganda if it's not extremely long.

I don’t post or boost negative propaganda about any hot woman. If you really hate that a certain hot woman is winning, send me positive propaganda for their hot opponent. If you think a hot woman shouldn’t even be included in the tournaments because of scummy things she did in her lifetime, please read my take on it here.

"Can I still submit propaganda for the hot men?" You can, I guess, but it's a bit pointless because there's no tournament for the hot men going on right now, and I won't post it. Toshiro Mifune was crowned winner and every other nominated hot man was sent to the shadow realm. "I'm catching up on the brackets now! How do I find out more about the Hot Men tournament?" You can do a tag search for a specific hot man if you want to see if he was included and all his propaganda, or you can just go into the #hotvintagepoll tag in my archive and dig through the old posts to see everything. I've turned most of the rounds into featured tags in the archive to make it easy to follow the tournament (#round 1, #round 2, etc).

If I see repetitive, trolling, and/or bigoted remarks in the comments, I may block you from this bracket. If you want to point out a hot woman’s flaws or misdemeanors, that’s fine, but if I see consistent bad-faith trolling, you will be blocked.

On that note—if you have an issue with a poll, don't be a dick and I'll try to solve it. If you hate a poll pic, complain AND send me something I could use instead. I'm not going to go hunting for new photos on my own. In general I try to keep this poll fun but I will block if I see thoughtless bitching.

“I KNOW THEY'RE ALL IN THE SHADOW REALM BUT I want to see all the hot men who competed in one place!!” You can find all the round 1 matchups here (thank you @markwatnae!).

“My FAQ isn’t on here :(” send me an ask! I love hearing from you guys—just please check these basics first.

Thank you for being here! Enjoy the tournament.

#new masterpost! #fuck that old woman #hot ladies

[irisintheafterglow]

More Than It Seams (Chapter 4)

summary: you're a hero costume tech working for one of the biggest fashion companies in quirk society, and the days until the most important fashion event of the year are dwindling fast. if you weren't stressed enough, a certain half-and-half hero keeps appearing with rips in his suit. (pro!todoroki x reader)

word count: 2.8k

cw/tags: swearing, mentions of needles, probably inaccurate fashion design vocabulary, strangers to lovers, no specified pronouns for reader, mentions of food/eating, mention of character death/disappearance, descriptions of wounds and blood, grief with happy ending

note: second to last chapter let's gooooo !!! in theory this could be considered the "last chapter," but don't you wanna know how the ball goes??? and maybe shoto and reader have their first kiss ;). thank you for all the support you've given this series!!

likes/reblogs/feedback are appreciated :)

New Voicemail Message [11:32 A.M]

“Hey! Just checking in; I just finished the whole flame side and I’m about to start the shading for the ice side. If you’re able, I’d love for you to come see it and maybe I can buy you lunch this time. No pressure, just let me know. Alright, bye!” 

New Voicemail Message [5:36 P.M] 

“Hi, hi, hi. I picked up Soba takeout for dinner if you’re free. I have both of our usuals, and I can drop them at your agency too if you’re busy. Oh, also, the lady behind the counter was so confused that it was me by myself; you should’ve seen her face. Anyway, just wanna make sure you’re doing okay. Bye!” 

New Voicemail Message [8:24 P.M] 

“Hey Shoto, it’s me, again. I’m sorry for spamming you with voicemails and shit. I just, honestly? I’m kinda worried, haha. I know it’s dumb. Like, I know you can handle yourself and everything, but part of me still wants to make sure you’re good, you know? Just, uh, let me know. If–when you’re home. I miss your stupid voice. Okay, bye.” 

New Voicemail Message [11:56 P.M] 

“Hey. I’m aware that I keep bothering you. If I did something to make you upset, I’m really sorry…I’m about to go to bed, but I’ll see you tomorrow? Obviously, you can’t see it, but uh, I’m sticking my thumb up, haha. Call me when you can, please.”

[2] Missed Calls: Big D(esigner)🧵👑💖 

New Messages: Big D(esigner)🧵👑💖 

12:00 A.M hey  12:00 A.M idk if you’re awake 12:00 A.M but if you are 12:01 A.M please check the news 

The incessant buzzing phone in your hand woke you from your position on the couch. You don’t remember falling asleep, but you assume you passed out after eating a late dinner, waiting for Shoto to call. His food was in the fridge, untouched, while yours was only half-eaten, plastic bowls and utensils messily scattered across your coffee table. The notifications at the top of your phone made your heart drop into your stomach, and you prayed that the thought hiding in the back of your mind wasn’t true. 

You stood as the TV clicked on, only for your legs to give out beneath you as the reporter detailed where he was last seen, what he was wearing, possible suspects, and the statement from his manager. There was no substance in the public statement, only reassurances that efforts are being made to find him. You shut down the TV after they got into the part of the statement that sounded like a fucking eulogy, talking about how he was a loyal friend, devoted hero, and embodiment of a good person. You didn’t need to be told that. You’d seen it firsthand for the past two weeks. Anger, confusion, worry, and grief came in waves, crashing against each other as you curled into yourself. Your eyes welled to alleviate the burn after staring at the screen, your forehead throbbing from the flashing reds and whites of the “BREAKING NEWS” title screen. Your lungs and throat felt empty, consciousness detached from the body. 

No sobs rang out in the darkness of your apartment that night, and it terrified you how silent you were. There was no crying, no convulsing, no thrown objects across the room to create dents in the walls. It was just…silence. You couldn’t tell if you’d slept or not, hours passing as you stared wide-eyed at the ceiling after dragging yourself back onto the couch. It was an effort to breathe, to force yourself to inhale and exhale like it was opening and closing your fists. 

As sunlight permeated through the lightly swinging shades, your phone alarm went off. You stared at it, the musical sound seeming to be coming from underwater. The notifications at the top of your phone once you finally turned it off were like reading in a dream, with letters blurring and rearranging until you didn’t know what the original message was. Hey, thinking about you, they said. We understand if you can’t make it in today, they promised. Hello, you were one of the people last seen with Todoroki Shoto. Our news outlet would like to interview you. Fingers gripping the phone so hard you wanted to snap it, you slammed it onto the coffee table. Flashes of white-hot rage took over your body, directed at no one in particular. You pulled a pillow into your chest, fighting back the impulse to scream, scream, scream until either your voice or your lungs give out. 

“Hey.” It was your roommate, and she held her cat in her arms like a newborn baby. Your empty eyes stared back at them. “I won’t ask if you’re doing okay because that’s a bullshit question. I just wanted to tell you that I’m here for you if you need anything. Just call me, yeah?” You barely nod your assent, and her gentle fingers brush away the tears that had broken through your resolve. “I know it’s hard, and I know you’re grieving,” she said as she rose from the crouch she took to be eye-level with you. She takes your hand, giving it a squeeze. “But I also know that you’re one of the strongest people I know. We both know it’s Friday, and we both know those assholes in the commission aren’t going to postpone the one event that brings them money.” She doesn’t say it, but you know what she means. You need to get up and finish your pieces. “Do your best, okay?” 

Just do your best. 

It’s what you repeated to yourself as you struggled from the couch to your bedroom, then to the bathroom, then finally out the door and through the gate in your office. Your other designer, the one who had told you to check the news, runs over from his station. Shaking your head decisively before he could speak, you brush past him with an understanding hand on his shoulder. Your aching throat didn’t have the voice to give one last round of encouragement to your staff, but they looked to you anyway as you took your spot at the front of the room. 

“Just do your best,” you said before turning to the embroidery thread shelves and picking out the most vibrant shades of blue and light purple you could find. The rest of the office worked with a fervor you’d never seen before, and you gave them a sad smile whenever they’d glance up to check on you. All the other heroes’ ball looks were finalized, ready to be handed off to their stylists who would do the final dressing and accessorizing. Seven mannequins lined up in front of a window: Cellophane’s intricately beaded suit, Momo’s sweeping velvet ball gown, Deku’s sleek three-piece, Red Riot’s fiery matching set, Pinky’s princess-like mermaid dress, and Bakugo’s sheer-paneled, explosive applique-covered denim jacket. 

Everyone’s looks were finished, except one. His tailored leather pants were complete as well as the simple white button-up, and the silver pocket chain rested around the headless neck of the mannequin. All that was left to do was finish the design covering the back of the coat, which you worked on tirelessly far past when your staff had left the building. It should have been a day of celebration with champagne, balloons, and cake to commemorate another successful Hero Ball; but, 11:30 and 5:00 passed with no trace of him, and you couldn’t find it in your mind to participate in festivities. Whispered goodbyes and “see you tomorrow” floated around you, and it took more energy than it should have to smile and nod. 

Time ran away from you again, and the coat was finished at midnight on the dot, embellished with small buckles, two rows of buttons, shoulder pads, pockets, and the stunning ice and flame embroidery on the back panel. It truly was the greatest piece you had imagined and created, your quirk allowing the thread to almost act like paint as you added subtle nuance to the two opposing cranes. The fire crane rose from the bottom corner of one of the front panels, forming a circle with the ice crane that descended from the shoulder pad of the opposite front panel. Draping the finished piece on the mannequin and attaching the pocket chain for good measure, you stepped back with your hands on your hips to admire your work. He was gonna love it, when he saw it. If he saw it, the pessimistic demon in your mind whispered. With a deep breath that you didn’t know you needed, you turned to pack your stuff and head home. 

And that’s when something large slammed into M’s office window. 

The thud startled you, the dull noise of something hitting the glass bouncing off the empty cavern of the room. Your fingers wrapped around a pair of scissors as you approached the half-open door, cautiously guiding it open and squinting at the distorted figure behind the dark glass. Your eyes widened when you realized the object was huge, the size of at least two very tall people. One hand tightly gripping the scissors, the other slowly slid into your pocket to call the police when you heard a voice call from the other side. 

“Needle! Needle…wait, what? Needle, uh, sprouting from…Needle sprouting from thumb? Jesus, Todoroki, who would ever say such a thing–” You threw the window open, sending it flying upward as you took in the people set precariously on the ledge. You recognized one as Deku, the number one hero who sometimes visited your office to implement support tech into his costume. His gloved hand grabbed the edge of the window, easing him and the person he was carrying into M’s office and collapsing onto the couch. Deku quickly stood, closing the window and scanning the surroundings for threats. Your hand unconsciously rose to brush the matted red hair from the other person’s face, and the oxygen left your lungs as you zeroed in on the scar barely visible around the blood splattered on the person’s left eye.

Shoto. 

His body was in tatters, with scrapes and cuts and punctures covering his body like some zombie Halloween. The white of his hair was covered in so much blood that his entire head was red. His suit had burnt off on his fire side, and his ice side was nearly blue from discoloration. Your body moved on its own when you took in the most significant wound, a large gash cutting diagonally across his abdomen. Mind empty except for the battered man on M’s couch, you shoved your hands into the fabric scraps box and brought them back to Deku, who pressed them against Shoto’s gash to stop the bleeding. Fingers pressed under his chin, you felt a faint heartbeat and could see his chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. He was dying, and you needed to do something to stop the blood loss. 

“I tried to get him to go to a hospital, but he said it wasn’t safe,” Deku said to you, eyes clouded with concern. “He was barely able to tell me your building’s address before he passed out. I trust his judgment, but I really need you to know that, if Todoroki doesn’t get stitches, he will die. Do you have some way of stitching this up?” The fabric in his hands was soaked a dark red and the realization of what Shoto wanted you to do hit you like a train. 

He wanted you to give him stitches. 

You’d never tried your quirk on any actual humans, only textiles. Your parents had suggested becoming a medic because of your quirk, but the idea of manipulating something to enter a human body was an idea that you couldn’t stomach. There were others with more efficient quirks who could do that, but none of them were with you now. An idea dawned on you, and you reminded yourself to applaud your planning skills later. 

“Deku?”

“Yeah?”

“I need the sutures from your toolbelt.” His eyes widened in understanding, and he frantically pushed aside objects in his belt to find the roll of medical-grade nylon you’d placed there as a part of upgrading his first-aid kit. “Sorry, I added…more items,” he muttered apologetically, finally handing you the unused spool and the box containing the sterilized needle. Like clockwork, you threaded the needle just as you had millions of times before. Averting your gaze as Shoto groaned in pain from Deku cleaning the wound with alcohol pads that you’d also put in his belt, your hand soon hovered over Shoto’s wound in preparation to close it. 

You squeezed your eyes shut, ignoring the image of the sewing machine and instead opting for a simple knot at select intervals. Fighting down the bile in your throat as the needle pinched Shoto’s skin together, you shakily guided the thread through the skin layers and tied it into a tight knot. You felt Deku’s eyes watch you in amazement as you worked, delicately patching Shoto back together as you had with his suit the first day he’d walked through your elevator doors. Slowly but steadily, you moved your hand and the thread across the wound, sewing it shut like you’d attached his trenchcoat panels. They were, by no means, medical-grade stitches, but you believed they got the job done as the color slowly returned to Shoto’s face. When you finished stitching the large wound, you helped Deku wrap the lower half of his chest and his arms with gauze. With more scraps of fabric, you gently scrubbed off the blood and dirt, combing through his tangled hair with wet fingers. 

“Thank you, Deku,” you said quietly to him as you threw used fabric scraps into a trash bag. “For bringing Shoto to me. I was really worried.” 

“Of course,” he replied, smiling warmly. “I only wish that I’d met Todoroki’s partner under different circumstances.”

“Partner? I mean, yeah, we’re business partners, but–”

“Oh, no. I’m so sorry, then. I, uh, meant romantically.” Your face began to burn from Deku’s assumption. “He just talked about you a lot, you know. How much he liked being around you, how you seemed to know exactly what he was thinking. He told me about all your soba dates and how he didn’t want them to be considered dates since he wants to take you somewhere much nicer when you’re done with all the ball stuff, but I still think they’re dates.” Holy shit, Deku was rambling. “I teased him about it since I don’t think he’s ever been in love before, but–” 

“Midoriya, I implore you to stop talking.” You both gasped, turning to look at a barely-conscious Shoto, who was trying to sit up from the couch. 

“Todoroki, you’re awake! Wait, no, no–you can’t sit up yet,” Deku stutters out as he rushes over to carefully push Shoto’s shoulders back down, moving the hair from his forehead as his head falls back against the armrest. You feel out of your body again as you kneel next to him, fingers brushing his cheek in relief. “I’ll uh, give you two some space,” Deku declares as he scrambles to pick up the trash bags and exit M’s office, leaving you alone with Shoto. 

His gentle eyes find yours. “Hey, pretty.”

“Hi, handsome,” you whisper, reciprocating the weak smile he gives you as he takes in your exhausted face. “What the hell were you thinking, coming here? You needed a hospital. It wasn’t safe risking your life to come here, Sho,” the shortened version of his name slips from your mouth before you could stop it, but the even softer look he gives you sends any regret or embarrassment running. “What would you have done if I wasn’t in the office?”

“I just knew you would be.” 

“That’s a terrible plan.” 

“But it worked out.”

“That it did.” You press your lips to his forehead and relish in the way his eyes shut in contentment. “I finished your coat.”

“You did?” 

“I did, but you can’t see it right now. If you lift a single finger off that couch, I’m going to reopen your stitches.” He lets out a pained laugh, wincing at the pain shooting across his chest. A thoughtful look crosses his face again, and you adore the way you could see him working things out in his mind. What those things are, you’d never know, but his pure intellect was enough to admire. 

“Do you still plan on attending the ball tomorrow?”

“Not if you’re still hurt.”

“In that case, I am no longer hurt.” He smirks at you, with an immature, boyish, attractive smile. “And I still haven’t…chosen a plus one.” 

You feel your heart cease racing in your chest. “Yeah? And who’s the lucky winner?” Your voice shakes slightly as you attempt to relieve the tension with a joke. 

He looks at you again with that expression that makes you want to kiss him. 

“It’s you. It’s always been you.” 

As you finally drift off to sleep slumped against the couch, your face close enough to his to feel him breathe, you know in your mind that it’d always been him, too.

[1] Missed Call - Midoriya Izuku

New Voicemail Message [2:04 A.M]

"Hi Yaomomo! Hope you're doing well. I need a favor..."

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha x y/n #bnha x you #todoroki x you #todoroki x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #todoroki shoto x you #bnha #mha #shoto x you #shoto todoroki #shoto x reader #todoroki shoto #my hero academia #mha hurt/comfort

[fairy-writes]

New to requesting so please tell me if this is the incorrect way to do it Im obssessed with your writing can I request

Uta x human reader angst/comfort

SCARS

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Tokyo Ghoul

Pairing(s): Uta x Reader

Word Count: 

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Gender Neutral!Reader, Human!Reader, CCG Investigator!Reader, Angst, Comfort

Notes: I used THIS prompt by @whumpster-dumpster as… well… a prompt!

This is also the same reader used in both THIS and THIS oneshot!

TW for blood and injuries

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Uta should’ve known you had scars. 

It was practically part of your job description as a CCG Investigator. 

He just didn’t expect them to be so… severe. 

It was an accident, really, seeing them. Uta had popped by your apartment after a long week, intending to take you out on your weekly date night. He had let himself in with his key and spied your briefcase containing your quinque and white trenchcoat tossed on the couch. 

So you were home. 

He had changed into indoor slippers and meandered his way down the hall. Knocking on your bedroom door and hearing no answer, he opened it and peeked his head inside. 

Only to come face to face with your bloody back. 

How had he not smelled it before? He was a ghoul, after all, maybe he just wasn’t paying attention to his nose.

Admittedly, at first, he panicked. But he managed to school his face into a perfect calm when you whirled around to face him. 

“What are you doing here?!” You demanded, and he shrugged, the scent of drying blood tickling his nose.

“I did knock.” Was all he said as he took your demand as an invitation to enter your bedroom. 

The sheets of your bed are rumpled and bloodstained. Maybe you had been sleeping and woken up because of the blood? 

Your white button-down is in a crumpled heap on the floor, and you’re holding a roll of bandages in red-stained fingertips. Uta’s words make you scoff, and you turn around to try and keep wrapping your injuries. 

“I asked why you were here.” You say sharply, and he hums as he sits behind you on the bed.

“It’s date night.” He says simply, and you let out a pained laugh,

“I don’t think I’m in the best position to go out on the town tonight.” You say, and he gently pries the bandages from your hands and wraps your torso for you. 

He’s done this before, but never to this extent. A scratch here, some stitches there, he forgets sometimes that you humans are so fragile. 

Uta is gentle as he passes the roll from hand to hand and wraps your injuries. 

Your wounds are deep, though not deep enough to need stitches. They’re angry, red, and inflamed as if an infection is beginning to set in. If he had to guess, you are probably hurt because of a fellow ghoul. He shakes his head. He can ask for details later. 

When he’s done, he secures the wrappings and pats your shoulder twice. But his eyes keep tracing the raised ridges of skin that decorate your back like Christmas lights. 

At least, until you turn around and catch just what he’s looking at. 

And your face turns angry.  You push Uta away with harsh words.

“What? What’s your problem, huh?” You snap, and he raises an eyebrow. 

You keep going, 

“Are you afraid to look at my scars? Disgusted? You think you’re too good for me now that I’m ‘damaged goods’?”

“Of course not.” He says gently, trying to calm you down, but you just keep going. Tears well up and streak your cheeks. But you push him away when he tries to reach for you.

“Then look at me like I’m still a person! Look at me like you used to! Like you love me!” 

He finally pins your arms down and pulls you into a hug. Gently, of course, so as not to aggravate your back. He presses a kiss to your temple.

“I still love you. Fiercely and unconditionally. A few scars aren’t going to change that.” He says and feels you thump his chest with a weak fist. It doesn’t hurt. Not physically, at least. But his heart breaks at your shaking form in his arms. 

“Then why look at me like I’ve changed?” You whisper, and he rocks you back and forth.

“Because you have changed. We all change when you think about it.” He says and feels your tears wet his sweater.

“Don’t get deep with me. Not when I’m injured.” He huffs out a chuckle and pulls back, checking you over once again. 

You’re okay. 

And that’s all he can ask for.

#uta x reader #tg uta x reader #tokyo ghoul x reader #tokyo ghoul uta x reader #tg x reader #tokyo ghoul #tg #fairy writes