#like how ridiculous and spoiled is that but still i was so so angry at myself about fucking them up and it’s £25 to get them done tomorrow

[momochizoey]

Why did my brain think "let's get interested in the very first fandom you were into again but this time the lesbian side since you hadn't figured that out yet back then"? There is already so much to do but so little time😭😭😭

#I've got the next chapter for Getting Family Approval to write #which ive got half of but I really wanna write the Ozai chapter #but that's still 2 chapters away chronologically #like there's a plan for what happens when with who #then I'm also nearly finished with my yuezula oneshot about healthy anger #and surprise it's not Azula who is taught how to be healthily angry #also it's post-cannon without canon divergence which is not what most yuezula fics are for obvious reasons #(and comics don't count as canon but its using some timy parts of it) #(just vague concepts though) #anyway it's the one that I'm naming after Iphigenia's rage cause parallels man #and the michizula 14 chapter fic that I'm stuck on #and then im also in my last week of training for my new job #which. you know. important #and takes up a lot of time #so yeah I don't have time to get invested in the Sakura x Ino or Sakura x TenTen or Ino x Temari fics #but my brain needs it for the happy chemicals #also fun fact #it seems like there's a ridiculously tiny fraction of FxF fics in the naruto fandom compared to how big it is #idk I might've been spoiled with Azula #but damn #zoey rambles in the tags

[russic]

Gojo Satoru Boyfriend Headcanons

Warning: 18+ Under Cut 

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SFW 

Gojo Satoru: the man, the myth, the ledged.  

This man drives you insane. 

Wherever Gojo goes, people will approach him. Women often ignore your presence, but men are interested. 

If anyone asks for your name; Gojo responds, “Mine.” 

Must constantly be the center of attention. 

“Hey, pay attention to me.” 

Before you began dating, Gojo always flirted with you. Your boundaries between friends and lovers remained “too blurry.” Gojo did not spend a minute away from you. You complimented each other; matched outfits, cooked together, and slept in the same bed numerous times.

You were convinced Gojo thought of you as a friend until he kissed you one night before falling asleep. Since that kiss, you two have created a healthy relationship that cannot be broken. 

EXTREMELY CLINGY. Gojo’s love language is pestering you 25/8. 

Both you and Gojo are extremely cocky. You acknowledge that you two have the perfect relationship everyone strives for. 

When Gojo’s best friends, Toji and Geto, invite Gojo anywhere, they respond, “Bring y/n.” 

Gojo is convinced Toji is in love with you. Toji asks to see you more often than Gojo. 

Gojo’s friends enjoy your presence. You aren’t considered “Gojo’s girlfriend,” you’re one of their best friends. 

“If you two break up, we’re ditching you, Gojo.” 

SOCIAL MEDIA FAMOUS. Who isn’t obsessed with Gojo? He has over 50K followers on each of his social media platforms.

Mostly posts thirst-traps. 

Videotapes new social media trends with you. 

Asks you to buy him flowers. Gojo acts surprised saying, “No way, for me, baby?” However, he told you which flowers to purchase yesterday. 

Asks ridiculous questions to capture your attention... 

“If I was a worm, would you love me?” 

“If I was a flower, what would I be?” 

“Do you still like me?” 

“If I was someone else, would you still adore me?” 

Gojo is always making you laugh. If you’re in a bad mood, you’ll find Gojo. He puts a smile on your face. 

However, Gojo is constantly making you mad, but you can’t be mad for long. Within minutes, he’s making you laugh again. You’ll forget why you were angry. 

Pranks! 

Unfortunately, most of your pranks do not succeed due to Gojo’s ability to control infinity. 

CONSTANTLY LATE for EVERYTHING. Don’t expect Gojo to be on time for anything. 

For dates, you’ll purposely tell Gojo an hour earlier. 

Gojo loves to bake. He enjoys making half-baked chocolate-chip cookies. 

You’ll remind him, “Babe, we can’t eat that.” He responds, “But they are better this way, baby.”

Random visits and gifts - Gojo will surprise you with coffee, food, cards, and jewelry. 

(Speaking of gifts) This man SPOILS YOU. Seriously, Gojo’s constantly receiving Amazon Prime packages. If someone knocks on your door, you’ll respond, “leave it on the porch.” 

Enjoys shopping with you. Gojo’s favorite store is Victoria’s Secret. (I think you know why...)

“Hey, let’s go shopping.” 

“Gojo, I can’t wear lingerie outside.” 

You’ll leave candies around the house for him to eat. Gojo’s always eating mochi or sucking on a blue raspberry lollipop.

Strictly orders Frappuccinos at Starbucks.

You’ll never comprehend how Gojo is so fit; he should be over 500 pounds. 

All doors must remain unlocked in your house. If a door is locked, Gojo will bust it down (this includes the bathroom). 

BISEXUAL. The only other person Gojo flirts with are his best friend, Geto. Gojo will touch his butt and threaten to kiss him. He openly admitted that he wants to be in a relationship with you both. 

Asks you wear his glasses on your head. If Gojo needs to remove his blindfold, he will grab his glasses out of your hair and hand you his blindfold. You’ll tie it around your wrist. 

Gojo will not hesitate to do anything for you... If you give him something in return. 

“I will do it if you kiss me.” 

His favorite feeling is when your fingers run through his hair. He will ask you to play with his hair after he lays his head in your lap. 

Steals ALL of the covers. 

He snores too. 

If Gojo is leaving for a mission, he will hide small love notes around the house for you to find. 

“I can’t wait to see your smile when I get home.” 

“I miss you, beautiful. Don’t sleep too good without me.” 

“I love you.”

NSFW

Our handsome fella is a SWITCH. 

Gojo hates degrading you; he loves praising you. 

“You’re such a good girl - sitting patiently waiting for my cock.” 

Remember how Gojo loves shopping at Victoria’s Secret? Well, he buys whatever he wants you to wear in the bedroom. Sadly, Gojo’s money is wasted because he rips them right off of you. 

“Fuck me. You look stunning, baby.” 

Expect tons of NUDES. You are weary about opening Gojo’s messages in public. 

On a coffee date with your friends, you Gojo sent you a snapchat video knowing you were in public. Thinking he was going to say, “hello,” to your friends, you sat your phone in the center of the table. However, you immediately hid your phone once a video of Gojo masturbating began playing. Everyone was shocked. 

“y/n, how do you take that? Its huge.”  

He’s the person that has fun during sex. You’ll find yourself laughing as you’re riding his dick. 

FOOD PLAY. Gojo has brought ice cubes whipped cream, chocolate syrup, ice scream, and strawberries into the bedroom. Eating food off the most sensitive parts of your body to elevate your senses and heighten your arousal is Gojo’s favorite. 

HUGE HICKEYS. Gojo’s hickeys are BIG and dark. It’s impossible to hide them. Since men enjoy flirting with you, Gojo must “mark his territory.” 

“Maybe that will show them which lucky fuck buries his cock inside of you every night.” 

Enjoys giving more than receiving. Gojo enjoys begging you to sit on his face. 

Sit. Don’t hover. 

Considering you love Gojo’s eyes; he will force eye contact as he is eating your pussy. Seeing your lover devour you with his mouth and his eyes is an indescribable feeling. 

If you’re dominating Gojo, you’ll grab his jawline and force eye contact as you’re riding him. If Gojo’s dominating you, he will force you to stare into his eyes as you’re cumming. 

“Yes baby, roll your fucking eyes back. Take my cock like a good girl.” 

Uses toys. He enjoys handcuffing you to the bedposts as you beg to be played with. However, he loves when you tie his hands together with a belt and forcefully burry his face between your legs. 

“Use me, baby.” 

What a TEASE. If you are talking with your friends on FaceTime, Gojo will start teasing you. He moves between your legs; pushes your thighs apart; tears your panties; and devours your pussy until you’re forced to end the call. 

Eats ass and expects you to return the favor. 

Gojo does not enjoy using toys meant to hurt you such as whips or belts. 

Expect to be fingered anywhere and everywhere. 

If you’re at dinner sitting across from your parents; expect it. If you’re cleaning the kitchen countertops; expect it. If you’re at the gym, Gojo will pull you into the bathroom and bury his fingers inside of you. (Literally - I repeat, anywhere and everywhere)

Gojo loves seeing you ride his cock with his back pressed against the headboard. Watching you utilize his body to gain your release is the most gorgeous sight.

“Fuck angel, you’re doing so good.” 

Gojo MOANS. He’s loud and he knows it. 

Gojo records your sex sessions and uploads them to the internet for others to watch. He enjoys seeing people comments.  (Of course, your identities are concealed).

“Fuck, this is so hot.” 

“I’d love to have a threesome with you both! Message me, please!” 

MIRROR SEX 

Gojo had ceiling and wall mirrors installed for his pleasure 

Loves cumming on your stomach, breasts, or inside of your mouth.

If Gojo’s cum escapes your mouth, he will wipe it off your lips with his thumb and make you suck it off. 

Barely any aftercare. Gojo immediately falls asleep. He’s sleepy after 4+ rounds. 

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[husbandohunter]

You know ur small predicament post?? you should make a reverse version where s/o is smaller!

A Smaller Predicament [Genshin Impact x Smol!Reader]

Characters: Scaramouche, Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Xiao, Zhongli, Albedo

Synopsis: Not only did you shrink, you went pocket sized as well!

(A sequel to "A Small Predicament")

(A/n): Sorry for the long wait anon, and I kind of added a twist to the scenario for more diversity hahaha hope you don't mind >_<. And why is Childe the poster boy for this series lmao.

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Childe

When Childe walks in, he doesn't see you....until he looked down. He almost crunched you beneath his feet if it weren't for your constant flailing of arms and screeching voice. He blanks out for a hot minute as you clung onto his toes, doesn't dare to move an inch because he's so petrified (even though there's nothing to be afraid of??). But honestly if Childe moved right now, he might accidentally flail you to the side and that's the last thing he wants.

"WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU??" He screamed so loud it nearly blew you out of proportion. Seems like he's going to have alot of adjusting to do. Childe is a tall man (canonically the tallest) and he knows how impulsive he can get which is why he bought a handmade dollhouse from one of the Liyue merchants for you to stay in.

Though there's something about your tiny size that makes his heart flutter. With your face so small with a pair of eyes far too big, *clutches chest* "My oujo-chan is so cute" -Childe probably. He won't stop saying them over again and you were growing tired of his gushing reactions. He can't help it. He wants to spoil you rotten. You fit right onto the flat of his palms, the way you just snuggle up againts his finger and he just- swoons, might tear up (bruh).

Toys may be for kids but for Childe it was now his favourite pass time. While you navigate around the wooden dollhouse, he pitches in by moving around the furniture to make it easier for you. Offers to carry you through the rooms like a personal elevator. And please, please let him tuck you to bed. He has to pinch his fingers to grab the blanket. It's so adorable to him.

Loves it when you snuggle up against his collar. He thinks it would be the best area for you to be nearby him since the risk of you getting hit by anything (or him) by accident is very slim chance. Sometimes he pulls up his collar so that you're more comfortable and cradled within. He would have to avert his eyes down rather than turning his head if he wanted to look at you otherwise you'd be hit by his chin and that would hurt.

The poking sensation with you by his neck can bother him since he's veeeery tickilish there. Plus, Childe can get easily sweaty so have fun with that.

You have a feeling that he wasn't so pleased when you transformed back. You might be right. Actually, you are right. He secretly has an extra potion hidden somewhere...just in case.

Diluc

Mortified, his soul just left his body. To think things couldn't get any worse ever since he turned into a child to the point no one took him seriously, now you're literally the size of an apple. Oh god what if his bird suddenly swoops in and gobbles you right up? Or the wrath of the wind comes by, swirling you away towards a tornado. Needless to say, Diluc grew paranoid over your well-being ever since.

Due to your extremely small size, he will ensure that you are supervised by him (except at night where he has places to go). In otherwords, you're slipped into the inner pocket of his coat. It's super warm, you can fall asleep (and feel his heartbeat awww). Diluc doesn't like keeping you in places where people can see you, it would be too easy for outer things to access your tiny form (or maybe he secretly likes the feeling of you in his pocket.)

And he's such a gentleman about it. You noticed how careful he moves among his footsteps because he's worried that you might get dizzy. Diluc guards the pocket at close parameter, keeping an eye on things so he won't bump into them. As if he was treading on thin ice (you even suggested it was best to leave you home but he's too overprotective for his own good).

You're like his little assistant. Diluc does so much paperwork through out the day and although the act was small, he finds it endearing how you would help bring the papers back to it's rightful pile or pushing the ink bowl towards him. Or during his shifts at Angel's Share, crawling around the glass utensils and trying to find a specific wine beverage on his shelf. Of course that only happens when the shop is closed, how is he going to explain to his patrons that you shrank and now live in his pocket?

He dislikes the thought of you wandering too far. It's so easy for you to get lost especially when the mansion is so large.

At night you now sleep atop the fluff of the pillow. Diluc is a calm sleeper so he won't have to worry about hitting into you. However he radiates warmth so you just subconicously roll towards to his face. He usually wakes up with you sprawled over his nose. He can hardly breath (careful, he might just sneeze too).

This all happened because of the experiements you participated with Albedo. Diluc ensures that doesn't happen again. It will take some tencaious effort to convince him otherwise.

Scaramouche

Fuck this guy. He treats you like his new pet, a new toy (though you technically are one). He has this arrogant, smug and sadistic look as if he was a predator looking at his prey and grabs you by the collar before dangling you up in the air.

"Hmph, looks like the tables have turned," he says while toying with your state. You tell him he's just angry because he's short himself and mad that everyone else in the Fatui organization is taller than him. Scaramouche demon face activated. He's about to devour you. (Maybe you should keep your mouth shut this time. Honestly your relationship with him is pretty weird).

His hat is so fun to play with. You'd swing around like Tarzan using the strings that were hanging from it. His head was your playground now which annoys him to an enourmous extent because it makes him look ridiculous. Scaramouche will have a hard time catching you since you move around so much. Climb around him, especially the back of his neck. He'll start wheezing when you tickle him there.

The type to put you in a box but also the type to keep you on his shoulders. Being relied on makes him feel taller (lmfao). Scaramouche seemse to have developed a habit to poke your cheeks whenever he needed your attention and you bit him back once when he pushed too hard that you nearly fell off. Despite your size, your teeth still hurt. He threatens to put you back into the box if you don't behave and the outcome ends with a full out brawl as he tries to grab you again while you run around, pulling the strands of his hair to climb on top of his hat. (This is literally Tom and Jerry wtf.)

After transforming back, he outwardly admits his disappointmen. Scaramouche says it suits you better (when he actually meant that he highly prefers you small). You marked his words, keeping an extra vial for your own entertainment in the near future.

Xiao

Xiao was face-palming against his forehead real hard about this. For the love of Rex Lapis, what kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into this time? First it was the child incident, now you're the size of his finger? Good grief, looks like he will have to keep an eye on you from now on but at the same time he's scared to get too close, you are nothing but a tiny mortal in which he would have to double his effort to look after.

He lets you sit at the crown of his head rather than anywhere else. You insisted since it was easier to see everything at a nice distance (plus he's short so you won't have to worry about him bumping into door frames). You noticed that Xiao also has a little strand sticking out from the center (ahoge) and you sometimes grab onto it for stability. Turns out he's quite sensitive there and winces when you pull too hard.

For the remaining week as the antedote was being prepared, Xiao became extremely aggressive over your well-being, he looks as if he's ready to massacre everything in his way...which he did. Clears out the monsters off the path before going on daily strolls with you, you wouldn't have to lift a finger from now on. No one except for him is allowed to hold you unless they're a trustworthy person. You could feel his sharp eyes glued on you like a hawk when walking into the grasp of Zhongli's hand.

You once accidentally tripped into his almond tofu when he wasn't looking and he almost ate you. Turns out being small made his job as your gaurdian ten times harder (especially when you're the clumsy type). If you were to fall off the table, he would have to catch you right? Xiao often bumps into furnitures in the process...ouch!

He's very soft. It's all over his forehead, his mouth, his eyes. When he looks at you, his tense eatures melted away and there's an invisible fondness over them as he cradles you in his palm. The way you snuggle in them is lke the most precious thing in the world.

When you turn back, there's a wave of relief. He was really stressed out you know?

Zhongli

His first thought is to get you as far as he can from the Funeral Parlour before Hu Tao finds you. Who knows what that child might have in mind. Zhongli takes one of his empty tea pots and urges you to go inside, or carries a tea cup with you in it, he likes placing you on objects while carrying you around.

Zhongli realizes that you can no longer use the household items like before so he has to remake them to your standards- especially when he realized he doesn't have the mora to buy you a dollhouse. He improvises. Takes a handkerchief to make your blanket, his cups for your bathtub, Zhongli had to cut the foot into byte-sized too. But in terms of clothes, well he had to make them as well. Living thousands of years would mean he would have lot of experience. Sewing was one of them luckily. But that would mean he has to take your measurements as well. In the end, most of the things he made were dresses since they were alot easier.

You like to sneak in between his shirt and his vest tucked behind the coat he wears. Unfortunately Zhongli doesn't seem to have visible pockets (most likely the reason why he doesn't carry mora either), though if you don't hold on tight you might just slip down his vest and right to his stomach. It makes him chuckle when that happens even if the amount of effort to get you out took more than he thought since his attire is quite complicated to put on. If you really want to climb on him, he'll find a seperate pouch (but realizes it won't be a good idea when there's alot of pick-pocketers in Liyue streets).

All of a sudden he reads you bedtime stories. It's some sort of inner instinct that tells him he's taking care of a child now (he's right though). You realized that his voice was equivalent to a thunder's roar due to size difference. He would have to whisper now.

It will always be part of his precious memories when you turned pocket-sized. Zhongli still keeps the clothing he made somewhere in his closets too.

Kaeya

Amused by this eventful situation. Absolutely thrilled! He's not evil like Scaramouche but this new version of his s/o is both adorable and fun at the same time. You're so easy to tickle, just one poke using his finger against your hips makes you yelp. Sometimes he twirls your hair or taps your forehead gently despite your protest, he's so handsy like always in an affectionate yet annoying way.

Kaeya picks you up and places you among the fluffy comfort of his feathery scarf. You sneezed, the last time he cleaned it was before he went on a mission with the knights. Though you have to admit, it's the best feeling in the world. It's so soft you might sink deeper into the fabric. He likes to put you in places where he can talk to you easily, sometimes on the table while he downs on his wine. Normally you have to take the bottle away before it gets too much, now you have to push it away which he finds very entertaining at your futile attempts.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" you tell him. Since you turned byte-sized, he can't seem to stop playing around. Takes his two fingers and pretends they're legs walking across the surface. You would turn around and he halts, Kaeya sends you his signature grin. When he promises that he wouldn't do anything funny, you would let him hold you. Since hugs are out of the equation, Kaeya gives you his finger instead to wrap your arms around. He can't get enough seeing you like this, things he couldn't do when you were normal-sized. he enjoys your reactions way too much.

His favourite pass time is helping you brush your hair because the hairbursh is too big for you to handle. Kaeya ensure he's handling things delicately but he would love to help style it for you as well. Pretty please? At this point one request turns to another because he's having way too much fun. But it couldn't be helped since you would need his assistance in almost everything so there's really no escaping.

You were so happy when things were normal again but Kaeya would bring this up again during your conversations (how next time he would like to put you in his drinks while you're wearing a swim suit).

Albedo

Legit blurted out if he could put you on a hamster wheel.

What about trying out the little maze he just made?

Or participating in a race against slimes of different elements?

No? Okay, then he'll just turn you back.

Albedo isn't going deal with this as along as he can help it (especially when he remembers what Klee did to him when he turned small.)

#genshin impact #diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #albedo x reader #childe x reader #zhongli x reader #xiao x reader #scaramouche x reader #genshin impact headcanons #diluc #diluc ragnvindr #kaeya alberich #kaeya #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact scenarios #scaramouche #zhongli #childe #tartaglia #genshin xiao #xiao headcanons

[bikiniprnstation]

𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐲𝐭𝐞.

roronoa zoro x f!reader. nsfw. modern au, bimbo bully!reader, humiliation, mean!zoro, oral sex, degradation, rough/hate sex, stupid plot, spit kink, dacryphilia.

11.380 words.

masterlist | requests are open

"Isn't he that guy, Zori?", you hear one of your friends saying, and you follow her gaze.

He's sitting down with his weird friends, roughly eating his lunch, with no manners. You roll your eyes and let a smirk show on your lips. He's such a troglodyte, talking without finishing biting his food, walking around with a shirt all wet from sweating the whole day. Gross, guys like him are fucking disgusting and you have the right ti tell him he is being ridiculous.

Zoro it's his actual name and he doesn't seem to give a fuck about your mean words. He even answers you sometimes, asking if you're too bored with your main affair to keep away from him. It never stops to be funny, though, so you're disturbing him every opportunity you have.

Standing up, you walk towards his table, already feeling lots of eyes on you. They like when you're mean to that insignificant man and the attention you receive is worth it—quite funny to think Zoro looks like a man who could hit and speak to you mercilessly, but he barely does. His eyes don't hide his anger for you, as yours don't hide your disgust when you finally are in front of him and his idiot friends.

"Didn't your parents give you a class of manners when you were a child?", you mock, pointing your finger. "I mean, why are you so dumb?"

Like ever, Zoro doesn't give a fuck. He looks at you like he's bored with the sight of your body. You're the girl seniors and juniors would pay real good money for having a word with and he ignores you as if you are a piece of bubblegum glued on his shoes.

The feeling is the worst. Used to have all eyes on you, men trying to hide how they're rock hard around you, women praising and asking about your beauty routine, it's hard to admit you're not getting his attention. So you keep annoying the poor guy. Maybe one day he finds out you're more than what he deserves.

"Oh. You have no parents to take care of you, I suppose?", you try again, seeing him starting again to eat his lunch. He drinks his juice with stupid sounds, he eats with his mouth open and doesn't care about your face. He acts like you're just an annoying insect and that's all.

You sit on his table, legs in front of his food. This time he looks at you even more angry, both of his hands closed in tight fists. You smile, watching his reactions.

"Are you going to hit me, Zoro?", you joke. If he says a word or a move that confirms it, you can fuck him badly, maybe even causing him to be arrested? It would be interesting.

However he just stares at your bare thighs, put into a mini skirt, and stands up. Standing still, he's taller than you, and his silhouette is a little bit intimidating. But you just keep smiling, waiting for his answer.

“Tell me”, you press.

He ignores you once more, walking and leaving the refectory as your colleagues keep whispering and laughing—at you or at him, you prefer to be oblivious. You don’t waste a minute and follow him to the hall, your tennis hitting the floor with extra strength. Fucking idiot. Why doesn’t he just answer you? It wasn’t even a difficult question.

The way he closed his hands almost made you tremble. His eyes were shining with a feeling that you couldn’t really understand. Like if he could hit you right there and make you behave like a damn normal girl, not just a bully bitch. Hm, you think. Maybe he is thinking he can tame you if he ignores you.

But you’re a dumb, needy and spoiled girl. You need attention, you need people talking about even if it is to call you a stupid hoe or wishing you go to hell. And, since Zoro is the one who didn’t care at all about all your features, he’s going to pay the price.

Already paying, you conclude. Having a girl like you around is a big torment and you’re not giving up until the day the activity of being a bitch for him gets old.

Probably before the end year—will he miss the crumbles of attention you give him?

When you finally get to where he is, you regret instantly. Sitting down next to an empty room, the one famous for being a fuck place, he seems to be quiet and relaxed, drinking his water. When he hears you, he gives that bored gaze.

“Your hideout isn’t very original. Or efficient”, you point to the room’s door, smirking. “I can even bet there’s a couple fucking behind you. Isn’t that one who has cum of every man around?”

Zoro sighs.

“Leave me alone”, you hear him murmuring impatiently.

You pop your tongue, putting your hands on your waist. With a raised eyebrow and a malicious smile, you probably look better than any other girl would be if doing the same.

“Otherwise… What are you going to do?”, you ask, faking an innocent tone.

“Whatever I want to do with you”, Zoro responds, this time he’s the one smiling. But it doesn’t reach his eyes and you take a step backwards.

“You know if you try to rape me or anything I’d have you on jail on a single day, don’t you?”, you keep talking, threatening. You’re not really afraid he’s thinking of doing it, so your words have the single intention to scare him.

You’re powerful and trusted. If you say Roronoa Zoro, that weird guy, was trying to fuck you against your will, he’s fucked up forever. No scholarship, no playing on the football team, no fucking stepping into this place.

You just need to wait for him to say a suspect word and he’s done.

Instead of being afraid, he laughs.

“Why would I even want to rape you? If I wanted to you’d be crawling on my feet and asking for head pats and I wouldn’t even need to ask for it”.

You clench your jaw, pissed off. Motherfucker. Dirtbag. Gross man. Rude piece of shit. He has no manners and a very good way to step on your ego, painfully hitting what is the worst for you. And it isn’t about the rape thing he said—fuck it, anyway. But you’d never do a thing this idiot wants.

Opening your mouth to speak, you start and soon he interrupts you.

“I bet you’d beg for it. Don’t you think so?”

He stands up, tall over you, his strong body being intimidating as fuck, right now.

“But you’re too stupid for me. I don’t need a—”

“I’d never beg you a thing. Not even a drop of water if I was thirsty”, you say. Your voice is shaky, higher at every word you say, sounding like a brat child. You feel your tongue especially dry and you gulp after interrupting him.

You wanted to sound as annoyed as he always seems to be around you. However, who do you want to lie to? Who’s going to buy all your bullshit if your friends aren’t around? You’re weak, the stereotypical figure of a bully and bimbo girl.

Rich, stupid, cocky and fake.

Gross just the way Zoro eats, maybe?

And, despite all of your friends pretending to be blind—as you do with them—, Zoro sees the dirt under your makeup and expensive clothes. He doesn’t like it at all and you might admit, one day, that he is right to hate you.

“Enter”, he suddenly says. The classroom’s door is open, the darkness inside only letting you see the silhouette of a few desks. It’s a gross room, smells like mold and if any of your classmates sees you inside it, you’re over.

It’s a promise you made to yourself—never ever enter this room, especially with a man.

Somehow, you stupid brain yet decide to follow him into the darkness. And before you can step back and go away, maybe skip the last classes of the day, the door is locked and the damn key is inside his pants’ pocket.

Like you already knew, the classroom smells bad. Since is an useless one, it only has a few broken desks and, when you turn the trembling lamp on, it has an old shirt on the floor, condom packages—it gives you an instantly stomach ache—and Zoro, sitting on the floor. Gross, again.

You can count him as dirt, can’t you?

“Sit”, he suggests, looking at you with that neutral ridiculous face.

“No. Give me the key and let me go”, you yell, tapping your foot on the carpet. “I don’t want to stay here with you, dirtbag. This room smells like shit and it’s your entire fault”.

Zoro’s face is now contorted in confusion. You ask what the fuck it is, playing with the doorknob.

“You followed me because you wanted to”, he points to the door.

“You coerced me to do it”, you protest. “I want to go away, I have classes in ten minutes”.

“In ten minutes you can go”.

You don’t mind answering this time. Fucking troglodyte. You turn the lights off again, hating how the day is annoyingly hot and this room has no AC or a fan. You keep staring at the door, breathing loud and heavy. You’re sure he can listen to your low angry words, calling him names and telling him to fuck off, but he never says a thing about it.

Zoro is ignoring you again and shit hurts. You turn back to throw on him more mean words, but, even without nothing but a little light coming from the shutters, you see him very well and your heart races as your face gets hot.

Your whole body gets hot, to be honest.

Zoro just took his shirt off for no fucking reason. Maybe because it’s hot, he’s a man and he is sure you only look at him with hate. As it should be, if he wasn’t a fucking hot man.

Fuck him. Fuck him a million times, you curse. But your mind is evil—maybe you want to fuck him a million times just with the sight of his muscled torso.

Motherfucking pervert. He did it on purpose, didn’t he? For you to see his arms and forearms, soft skin with visible high veins on them. That chest—hell, it must be his favorite part to work out—is insanely hot. And it only gets better. Before you even notice or allow your eyes to, you’re staring at his abs and, of course, the V-line he must be proud of.

You want to touch him. So badly, you want to touch his six packs and chest and find where that V-line ends. You don’t care Zoro is probably sweating and not smelling very good, you want to trace his body with your fingertips and put the memory into a special place in your mind.

If he asked to, you’d even feel it under your mouth.

But you’d never say it out loud.

“Why did you take your shirt off? It isn’t arousing or anything, if you want to show off”, you look away, lifting your chin. Liar, you know you’re acting like one.

“Take a look closer, stupid, maybe you’ll find out that I don’t care what you think of me”, he teases you, mocking voice making you even more pissed off. His eyes are closed, like he’s about to take a nap.

It would be good if it happened. If he sleeps, you can stare at his fucking godly hot body without any shame. You can even approach and touch him slightly, he doesn’t seem to have a sensitive skin or to be ticklish.

“I’m good here. If I come close I’m probably dying with your bad smell”, you say and give up on standing still, squatting in a place it seems to be less dirty, watching the walls and door with a painfully wish to look to the right and see his body. Damn. Arts homework from at least five years ago isn’t as interesting as Zoro.

Just the way you thought, Zoro falls asleep. He is a low snorer, his mouth stays open as he naps—gross—but doesn’t seem to be disturbed by small noises you do from time to time, complaining about how the time seems to be stopped.

The clock says you’ve been there for only four minutes and you doubt he is letting you go when it turns ten minutes.

After a couple minutes, you feel brave—curious, aroused too—enough to approach him. Zoro doesn’t seem to notice when you pass your fingertips on his flexed biceps, so you keep touching him until you’re feeling his chest muscles under your skin. And, god, how could you know the simple act of seeing and slightly touching a man could be that arousing?

And he frankly smells good. Not like an expensive perfume, but a little bit of sweat and a cologne. It fits him very well, and you almost desire to lay your head on his chest and feel it better.

You can feel you panties wet as it never is when you’re around him. What a shame, you think, disgusted of your own traitor body. Shit. You keep your moves and soon you’re there, staring at his hips bone highlighted by the V-line. You’d always been weak for this part of men and Zoro’s abs is especially better than anyone else’s.

You can’t help but press a little harder. You want to use your nails and leave your mark on his skin, but it’s too risky. Suddenly you remember that the key you want is around, and your hand goes down, dangerously touching his pants’ fabric until you can put your fingers into the pocket.

You feel observed, but when you stare at his face he looks as calm as before you approach, so you continue to look for the key. When you finally get it, fingers wrap around your wrist. Your legs shake and a shiver goes down your spine when you look up to see Zoro’s fucking cocky smirk.

“I said I’d give it to you when the time is over”, he chuckles. “Take it and go away. I don’t want to look at your face”.

His words are rude. With your legs shaking so hard you take a few seconds to recover, you walk away from the famous room. At least he doesn’t seem to know you were touching his skin with wonder.

Zoro would make fun of you with this, wouldn’t he?

Once it's Saturday again, you feel better about what happened days ago. Zoro keeps ghosting your deepest thoughts, but you can push it away easily. To end this problem at once, today you're hanging out with your friends, at a fancy restaurant known for having pretty waiters. You'd even think about letting any of the guys have your phone to a fuck date. Zoro doesn't mean a thing for you and you can do whatever you prefer.

Thinking about it, you leave the bathtub, wrapping yourself around the fluffy towel. You rapidly put your lingerie on, a comfortable set in a lacy pink fabric, admiring yourself on the full length mirror. Your body looks very pretty decorated with the lingerie set, and you wonder if you were the one who took the shirt off, Zoro would admire you as you do. Damn it. You shouldn't be thinking about him. You sigh and go dress up, the short skirt and a cute cropped with thin fabric. Tennis is your first choice, but you replace them with comfortable sandals.

Once you like what you see, you do your makeup. While you draw with the eyeliner around your eyes, you think of yourself crying and having a blurred make up as you get fucked dumb. Obviously, he's the first you think of. He'd laugh at your tears, probably, stupid like he is. Thinking too much, you do your eyes makeup heavier than usual. You complete with a bimbo-girl-red lipstick, catch your purse and go downstairs, where your parents are waiting for you—mom and dad gladly will take you to the restaurant, so you can drink alcohol without worrying about driving back home.

When you reach the entrance of your big house, the motherfucker man that keeps inside your brain is casually talking with your parents. Waiting a minute to show up, you listen to what they're talking about. Bullshit like car sports and how his car seems to be a loved one. Probably Zoro has an old vintage car, large enough to fuck—

Damn it. Don't think about it. You enter the room and your parents greet you.

"We didn't know your friend would come over to pick you up, darling", your mom says, lovely, catching her own purse and holding onto your father's arm. "He said you're going together, so we are going now, daughter"

"Hey, but I didn't—", you start, but Zoro approaches and uses his thumb to clean a fake dirt from your cheeks. You fluster, but push his hand away.

"Be quiet", he commands. Dumbly, you obey and watch your parents leaving the room and soon the house. Then you're alone with a hell of a person Zoro is.

It can't be worse.

"I'm calling someone if you don't leave me at the place I need to be", you warn him, angrily staring at his eyes.

"Calm down e show me your room, dumb Barbie", he chuckles, going to the stairs without being invited. Doesn't he have good manners? God.

"Hey!", you yell, but he doesn't turn back. Instead, he keeps going upstairs, until he's on the last step, looking down with a cocky smirk.

"The more you refuse to follow me, the more you're late to your date. Would your friends like to know you're late because of me?"

You jump to the stairs when he starts to follow towards your room—there's no doubt he already understands what's your room, since the open door has a childhood age tag with your name. And it's baby pink. The whole decoration. You feel embarrassed when Zoro reaches your room and looks around with a mocking expression. When you stay by his side, he looks at you with the same joking eyes.

"Do you take the stuffies off when you're having sex?", he asks.

You hit his biceps with your shoulder, but he doesn't move any centimeter. You walk to your bed and put the medium white teddy bear under your pillows, hiding him.

"Don't fucking ask me things like this, you pervert", you answer. "Get out of here, I need to go".

Zoro ignores. You start to think he's with you just to be a pain in the ass, moving your stuff on your desk, turning lights on and off like a kid. When he sits on your bed, you turn around and discover the door is closed—locked—and there's no sign of your keys.

That bullshit again?

He lazily take his fucking shirt off as you keep staring at him, about to scream for him to give the keys. But once again you're hypnotized with the sight of his sculptural body. This time, you don't need to get closer to smell his natural scent mixed with a strong perfume.

"Wear that shit, Zoro", you say loudly. "I don't want to see you half naked. You're gross". Gross, but the thought of approaching and touching him further sounds attractive. You sigh.

"You seemed to like it the other day", he teases, lying down on your bed, watching the LED lights turning pink, then blue, then pink again. He looks at you. "You even touched. Remember?"

You sure do. Remember as it happened a few minutes ago, his warm skin under your fingertips, his heavy and calm breath, the way you touched his V-line and thought about what comes next. It made your legs weak and your cunt fucking wet, never stopping even after using fingers and damn toys to forget about it. It wasn't enough, though. He's the one you want to have, his fingers are what you want to feel buried into your core.

Instead of admitting it, you look away.

"I didn't touch you. I was looking for the key", you babble, dumbly. Fucking liar, not even you believe in your words. "Give me my key, I won't ask again"

Zoro shakes his head in a negative answer. He has his phone on his hand and points to it. You get your own, about to call your friends. Maybe they can pick you up.

Zoro seems to approve of what you're doing. You sit on your bed as well, far away from the annoying man, and wait for your friend to answer.

When she does, somehow he is conscious about it and comes closer, pulling your phone and putting it on speaker mode. He's right behind you, chest almost touching your back. You feel your mind dizzy and nervous when he whispers: "Answer. Tell her you're staying with me tonight".

You deny, "Wait a minute, sis", and put the call on mute.

"If you do what I say, I'll let you touch me again, but the way you truly want", his words are almost tender if it wasn't for the way his finger is on your neck and collarbone.

"Fuck off", you reply and go back to the call.

"You're not coming?", your friend asks. "We're just waiting for you"

Instead of properly asking for help, you freeze. Zoro's fingers are on your bare waist, slowly tracing your sensitive skin.

"I…", you start. But Zoro picks the phone out of your hand before you finish.

"She's busy sucking my dick, girl. You can hang out later", and the call is over before you can deny it.

For god's sake. Don't let them recognize who said that shit on the phone. Don't let you think too much about how it was hot and interesting, making your panties soak. Don't let you thirst like this, eager for the moment you finally will get to touch his cock.

"Don't touch me", you push his hand away before he starts to finger under your cropped. You look at him, angry. "What the fuck is your problem? I'm going today, you idiot".

He frowns, probably thinking of you as a stupid girl. He always looks at you like this, yet you're not used to how low it makes you feel. "Let's bet on something. If you want to go, just spread your legs and let me see you're neither wet nor thinking of me", Zoro suggests. "If you prove that to me, I will give you the key."

You raise an eyebrow, instantly pressing your thighs together. No. You're not going to do it. Never.

"No way, piece of dirt", you answer. "You're the one dreaming about me. Let me see you're not hard and you give me it."

"It what? My dick?" You roll your eyes. "Just show me already", you ask.

You have no intention to show how shamely wet you are, but it would be funny to check on him. Maybe even giving more material for your imagination to work on your fantasies. You can't deny you want to see what's under his pants, after the V-line. And he has no shame to show you, finding it almost cute when you look away, then look again at his pants.

"See? I'm cool. You're the one aroused", he smirks.

He's not lying. You can see him super chill, not even bothered by the thought of you giving him a blowjob. Or by touching your skin the way you did—and felt turned on. He's normal, his mind doesn't betray him like yours. He probably doesn't even feel attracted to you.

You lost the unsaid bet, so Zoro keeps hiding the key. This time you can't see its silhouette on his pocket. Or even worse, he might have put this into his underwear, like a grossing man. The thought gets you making a grimace.

"What's wrong?", he asks. He doesn't care, though you answer that it is nothing. "Feel free to prove to me I'm wrong to think you're wet just because you're next to me", he jokes, blinking an eye.

"Shut up, pervert", you say, your hand slapping his face.

He pulls your wrist far from his face before you repeat it. He comes closer, the tip of his nose almost touching yours. His eyes are burning and you wonder if it's the day he's going to hit you back. But he smirks, pressing his fingers onto your wrist.

"Didn't your parents give you a class of manners when you were a child?", Zoro says exactly the same words you did days ago. Staring at your mouth he continues. "I mean, why do you talk like a dumb bitch?"

You can bet he's going to kiss you. His lips are so, so close, and you wait for the moment they reach yours. You don't feel like answering, just waiting. He's going to kiss you, isn't he?

Zoro is pleased with your needy expression. It's enough—now he knows you're just playing dumb and acting like you don't want, don't need him. So he frees your wrist.

"You're going to pay for it, soon, Barbie", his tone is as serious as ever. Your skin burns where he touched. "I'm not your toy for you to hit me like this."

"You're just a ridiculous man. I don't care about you", you mumble, less braver than before, looking down, where his abs are. You can't let yourself be fucked up because of a piece of hot body with no brain added. Zoro keeps watching you silently. His eyes analyze each move you make, every breath you take, every twitch of your shaky body. He probably knows his threat did nothing but left you even more wet, your panties starting to be annoyingly soaked. You need to take it off. But you can't imagine the humiliation it would be to take it off and Zoro gets the proof you're aching for him. Dreaming of him.

Damn it.

You're lost. You want him to leave so you can find the hot waiters, but you also want him to stay and make you pay for the slap on your face. Maybe he's going to hit your ass a few times? You're not the kinkier, but you can handle this.

Yes, you can and could even ask for it. His hands are fucking pretty, heavy and strong. Probably look great holding your waist as he thrusts into you with the other hand stroking your clit.

In your dreams, he'd even let you cum.

Speaking of hand, it's on your waist again.

"I can hear your filthy thoughts from right here, dumb Barbie", Zoro calls you that stupid nickname once more. "If you tell me all of them and ask like a good bitch, I can do what you dream".

Can he?, you wonder. You're too weak, ready to fall into his trap, admitting you want him bad. God. Don't give in, don't give in, don't give in.

"Seeing you like a lost puppy is quite funny, you know?", his fingers go to your cropped top fabric, slowly rubbing your hard nipples over it. You push his hand, yet you want him to continue. "I think of how many ways I can break you down", his voice is just a whisper in your ear, closer than ever. "But I'd put you back together again if you deserve."You leave the bed, walking fast until you’re not close to him anymore. In front of the mirror, you feel pity about all your pretty outfit and makeup. You look good today, ready for getting some dick and now you’re stuck with this thing.

“Fuck off, troglodyte”, you murmur, showing the middle finger behind you. “You annoy me. I was so good today, ready for finding a man that can actually treat me right and you don’t let me go. Are you in love with me or something?”

Zoro goes to where you are, laughing at your words. You notice that, again, your voice is sounding quite bad and high, and self consciousness makes you embarrassed. You feel like hitting him again, or maybe kicking him in his balls? He deserves it, anyway. The man keeps silent until the moment he is behind you, just a few centimeters separating the two of you. He stares at you in the mirror, devilishly approaching his hands from your waist again. The part of exposed skin you have is hot under his touch, his cold fingers being awfully perfect to touch you.

You want more. But if you keep thinking things like this, you will not be able to hide how wet, aroused you are. How much you want him—a flaw of yours: your eyes are like an open book. It would take him just a few seconds to understand what the meanings of your desperate gazes are.

When his chest touches your back, you feel like pressing your legs and ass onto his body. It doesn’t matter if he's not hard or something. You just want to feel something and relieve the secret you keep between your legs. Squeezing thighs is not enough anymore, you need something else.

Maybe he is thinking of using his fingers to touch you down there.

You close your eyes, not wanting to see him anymore. Zoro has his unusual green hair, lazy eyes and a mouth that talks shit too much for you to think it’s good to feel it. His torso is completely hot, his hands are something more than other hands you’ve felt. His fingers are calloused, hard and thick. They might feel good inside you. No, they wouldn’t. You can’t think otherwise.

“Look at the mirror, dumb girl”, you hear him saying. Rude words, calling you names you don’t like to hear. Then why does it feel good when it comes from his smooth and low voice? Why do you want to hear even the worst names? You open your eyes and see yourself, Zoro behind you and that motherfucking hand going to your neck. You gulp a second before he wraps his fingers around it—why didn’t you stop him?

“Do you want me to touch you?”, he asks.

You shake your head in a negative answer, face contorting.

“I don’t, dirtbag”, you roll your eyes.

His fingers press your skin a little more, and your breath becomes heavy and fast. He seems to like the way your chest is up and down because of it, shamelessly staring at your cropped top. But soon he looks at your eyes again.

“Watch your own eyes and tell me you’re not lying. Can you?”

It’s not a simple question. Can you? He’s commanding and controlling the fuck you should say. He already saw the lust and desire in your eyes; you’re lost anyway. If you tell him the truth things could even be easier. Although you prefer to fake it.

“I… No, I don’t want you”, you say. Fuck. Shaky voice doesn’t help you to lie.

He smirks.

“Oh. Your parents didn’t tell you how ugly it is for pretty girls to lie in such a way?”

"I am no—", you try to defend yourself, but Zoro speaks first.

"If you get on your knees right now and apologize", his hands go to your chest, then your waist, and he stops to hold your hips. You can't help but shake your hips side to side, not sure if to make him stop touching you or to feel his body behind you. He strokes the skirt's fabric slowly and you find yourself almost crying for a few more touches. "You can have the honor of having that stupid mouth of yours full of my dick. Isn't it a great idea?"

His eyes are fucking filled with evil. His smirk is fucking hot, but scary as well. You see in the mirror when he pulls your skirt up and finger your thighs until he's so damn close to your soaked panties. No, no, no. He can't touch you there. Zoro can't find out more proves that he makes you stupid and thinking of fucking dumb while you hug your pillow.

Because, of course, if you ever fuck him, you're not going to see his face, his cocky smirk. He's so gross. His fingers come closer and when he accidentally—you think—hits your clit, you tense your body, hearing your own voice. It's not you, though. You'd never moan with such a small touch.

The confirmation that Zoro heard it as well is his hands on your shoulder again, rapidly. "Get on your knees", he whispers. You deny doing as he said, yet your legs tremble to kneel. It takes your whole strength to resist the temptation.

But then he murmurs again. "I'm not telling again. I'll leave you alone and you'll never get the fuck you want", and you fall on your knees, embarrassed to watch your own gaze through the mirror. The girl's eyes are pitiful, like you're the worst person in the world.

You betrayed yourself, after all.

Although, it feels great when you look up and find Zoro's eyes satisfied. He seems to be about to tell you are a good girl. Because you are, aren't you? You did what he said, you deserve praise. You deserve a deep kiss, fingers pushing your panties to the side and fucking you, your legs around his face as he eats you out. You're so good. You need to receive it.

Zoro doesn't agree, though. He turns around and sits on your bed once more, spreading his legs as he looks at you with a gaze that makes you feel small, insignificant like a fly.

Dumbly, you don't stand up when he tells you to come closer. You feel your face all hot as you approach, your pride being stepped every second. It tastes bitter like humiliation and you suddenly feel afraid that Zoro is going to make your taste your own poison.

No, you're sure he's doing it. He's already started.

Zoro pats your head when you're in front of him, between his legs, leaning your arms on your thighs. With one hand caressing your hair and forehead, the other goes to your cheeks. He smirks before doing the same you did to him—probably a weaker smack than you gave him, but hurts as hell because of how much you like it. For god's sake.

You open your mouth. That must be a hoe's instinct, to be in front of a man and be ready to suck him off until he says he's bored with your mouth. Zoro likes to see your face when you notice it and press your lips together, biting them, rolling eyes to the top and sighing like you're not feeling good. But both of you know you're in your natural position. He's ready to break you and you're ready to give him what he needs to do it.

"Did you forget about the main part? Apologize", you listen to his low voice.

You deny it. No way. You can't say you're sorry for being annoying and an idiot. Because you're not. You love feeling superior when you talk to Zoro at school and you don't regret a word.

Instead of telling you this, you play his game. Just for today, you promise.

"I'm sorry, Zoro. Didn't mean to be so bad to you", you say. Your voice is not pitiful enough, your eyes are lazy and not even a single tear.

Bad liar.

You watch Zoro analyzing your face as he strokes your nape, sometimes even pulling your hair. He hums, maybe thinking of ways to make you pay for your lies?

"You didn't, uh?", he finally says. "But I meant to be mean", he's shameless to say it, thumb rubbing your lips. "Suck", he commands.

Zoro pushes his finger into your mouth. You pretend to accept it, curling your tongue around, but soon you bite mercilessly. It must have hurted, yet he doesn't wave and continues to press your tongue under his thumb, staring at you with funny eyes.

"Are you angry?", Zoro asks. You don't get the chance to say, because he puts two different fingers inside your mouth, pushing them in and out. You feel your lips full of your own saliva, it drooling to your chin.

You hate how it feels good. His fingers are long and you think of him doing the same moves inside your cunt. You sit on your legs to press your thighs together and relieve the pressure, but he pulls you up by your hair.

"I know you're desperate for having a cock inside you, dumb girl. It's all you can think about now, isn't it? But I didn't say you can move", Zoro pushes his fingers once more until it's touching your throat. You almost choke and your eyes fill up with tears.

"Good."

His hands leave your body. Zoro isn't touching any part of you anymore and you miss it. You keep looking at the man's fingers, previously inside your mouth, as he strokes himself over the fabric of his pants. Take it off, you think. Please, take it off and have a small dick that turns me off. It could be your salvation, see that he's nothing really interesting and you're not losing a shit by kicking him out of your room.

Thanks to your faithful thoughts, he unzips his pants and pushes them down, underwear staying teasingly. . Thanks to them once more, you’re wrong even before the time he will decide to finally take the underwear off. His V-line is even more highlighted and you can see the fucking happy trail disappearing down there. You want to touch it so bad. Please, please, please. Let me touch you. You want to feel how hard he is because of you, you want to feel him under your fingers, inside your mouth, inside your core. You want him. So fucking much.

Zoro laughs at your pleading eyes and you shake your head, lifting your chin up.

“What is it about?”, you ask, as if you are completely sick at the sight of his cock. “Don’t even ask me to touch this, colleague, I’m not getting my hands dirty.”

Again, he chuckles. Using his hand to tease himself, slowly stroking where you can see a darker part on the fabric, he replies.

“Are you afraid to like it?”

“No”, isn’t a lie. You’re not afraid to like it because you already know if he had told you to suck him off like a slut you’d do in a second. And you’d like to choke around his length, you’d like to feel him deep in your throat and you’d beg for more if he pushes you away.

Zoro continues to rub his tip over the underwear, and even with the smallest moves you can see he's every second harder than before. Is it because you're looking at it almost drooling, licking your lips without even noticing? Or is it because he's a sadist man who said he's going to break you and you seem to love the idea?

You look at the clock on your bedroom's wall. It's almost eight when Zoro says he's waiting. You raise an eyebrow. "What do you mean, stupid pervert?"

He doesn't bother answering you, taking his time to press his cock harder and sigh. You feel your core aching, your hands eager for touching him when he starts to push his underwear down, enough for you to see his tip leaking. You want to lick it. You don't mind that he probably has a shitty diet and it must taste bitter on your tongue.

Embarrassed and angry about it, you swallow your pride, leaning your face forward. Zoro has all of his attention on you, looking down. He must have a power kink, all arrogant as you start to talk.

"Can I…?", you babble.

"Can I…?", he repeats. "Say it. I'll give it to you"

"Really?", you innocently ask.

Zoro wants to fucking rail you right there. Put you on his lap and let you ride him as you please. If you weren't such a bitch he'd even let you.

"Yes", he encourages. "Go on"

"Can I touch you?” Zoro strokes your cheek with the thumb he had on his cock. You enjoy how it feels—soft, tender, almost lovely. More, you need more. You can't deny it anymore.

"You can do better, little slut", he sounds soft as his touch, like he's a good boyfriend. The two last words make you almost happy. Isn't a praise, but it felt like.

"Zoro, I want to touch you", you try again. This time he chuckles.

"Is it the best you can do? Why are you so, so dumb? Put that brain to work, or it froze because you want to suck me that much?” You feel his hand on your face again, a slap sounding. You sigh and pout, once more pleasured about how it felt.

"Sorry, I'm sorry", you sound stupid. "I am not dumb, I just need to touch you, please, please."

You're good at it, you understand it the moment the man in front of you bites his lip and stares at your mouth, good. At least now he's feeling like you.

Probably much better than you, to be honest, because he's the one in charge.

"Not bad", his hand goes to your hair and nape. Carelessly he pulls you closer, until your nose is touching the fabric that covers his length. You reach out to touch his abs the way you wanted previously, nails scratching his skin and leaving pinkish prints of you. You kiss his hips bones, putting your hands on his thighs.

God. His skin tastes like heaven—you wonder how you are going to stay sane when you have his cock around your lips.

He seems to like things rough and hard. Maybe he's going to fuck your mouth mercilessly, causing you to choke and drool as you try to keep talking him well.

For god's sake, again. You were so convinced you were not going to give in that the consciousness makes you almost shy. Kneeled between his legs, ready to give the weirdo of your school a damn blowjob.

When you reach his tip with your lips, you're almost crying to keep it slow and hard as he deserves. A torture scene is in your mind, although you can't help but do the way he seems to want.

Hot, messy and straight to the main.

Your tongue curls around his cock as you free it from the tight underwear. He hums, keeping eyes on your silhouette as you keep licking every bare centimeter, wondering how much you can take.

You look at him with big eyes and he smirks, evil as the beginning of this whole situation.

"You're so bad at it. I thought you were at least useable, a good fuck hole", he's so mean, hard against your lips and saying you're awful. Like you, he’s just a proud liar.

Yet, you need to prove to Zoro you're good to give him pleasure. You're good enough to be his slut. You need him to praise and say he needs to feel your mouth once more. You need to hear him moaning and stroking your ego.

So, keeping in mind the wish to have him as insane as you are, you finally have your mouth full. At least the tip of of cock, all around your lips. You use your hand to caress his length you don’t have inside your mouth yet, moving up and down as you push your head to receive more of him.

When you slowly let his dick touch your throat, Zoro is over. You can see, looking up, his parted lips, squeezed eyes. He can’t say he’s not enjoying the way your tongue does so good, the way you press his cock with your lips and every damn time you go down on it, you bring it further, almost completely inside you. But suddenly he feels you’re taking too long to start things the way he wants to feel—rough, fast and merciless.

You gasp when he puts his hand on your hair, grabbing a fist full of it, making a sound. You try to stay calm, but tears start to drop off your eyes as he pushes your head down, until you’re fighting for air.

“You’re a fast learner. It’s kind of arousing when you do that face, stupid mouth used for a good thing”, Zoro murmurs, moving your head the way you want. You struggle to make it fit every time he forces his cock until the end, but you’re proud of yourself. You can be crying, but you also received good words. “I prefer you like this. Quiet and sucking me off like you live for that.”

It is good, isn’t it?

You keep your moves as fast as he was doing when he takes his hand off your hair. You want to be a good girl and bring him to the edge of pleasure—it is good to feel your makeup being ruined, your hair all messy, your chin wet with your saliva mixed with his precum. It’s tasty to have his cock inside your mouth, even more when he tries to keep his small moans for him.

You want to feel it more than just today and it fucking sucks.

His cock throbs against your mouth when you take it off to stare at him, brave eyes, burning with the pleasure and power you felt with his sounds. Zoro keeps his eyes on you as well, nodding his head like he’s understanding what the hell you are doing.

“Starting with the bad behavior, hm?”, he inquiries.

“Oh”, as you talk, smirking, you use your hand to keep stroking his dick up and down, thumb rubbing the tip every thrust you give him. He feels his breath ridiculously heavy, as if he’s a young boy finding out the beauty of a girl’s mouth. “I’m not. I just felt like I needed to remind you I don’t follow rules.”

“Uh?”, Zoro pushes your hand away from his length, stroking it himself. “I think you were the one begging a few minutes ago, am I wrong?”

You ignore his words. He’s right but nobody but you needs to know you accepted this too. Standing up, his gaze is on you, and you like the way you feel when you notice Zoro is the one looking up. Not you, this time. You place both of your hands on his chest, pushing him until he’s falling onto the fluffy mattress of your bed.

He let you do it, though. You’re not strong enough to push him yourself.

You put your leg on his, watching his face becoming suddenly curious. What are you planning to do now, full of attitude?

"I think you should keep that mouth shut. Any ideas?", you mock, putting your other leg until you have your whole body on his lap.

Zoro doesn't bother answering you, so you continue, a single finger tracing his godly abs, seeing his skin shiver.

"Shall I sit on your face?", you babble innocently, pulling your skirt up just to show more of your thighs. He follows your moves, interested.

"You can try", he answers. His tone has a challenging note, but you bet he would let you.

If you get where you need to be, of course.

Zoro pulls you onto his chest rapidly. You feel your inner thighs against his hard cock, and you come closer to rub your aching cunt as Zoro kisses you deep.

It's breathtaking the way you feel his lips for the first time. There's no rush, just a sensual and deep pace that could make you cum after a couple minutes. His mouth is amazing, delicious, hot, probably the best kiss you had this year.

God. If he's this dedicated to eat out his girl as he is to leave you breathy and dizzy with just his lips, you're going to fucking give in and let him do whatever he feels like.

His hand goes to your hips, over the fabric of your skirt, while he starts to kiss your neck, finding it funny and kind of hot the way you hum every time he licks your skin after the kiss. Helping you to move side to side on his cock, he uses the chance to smack your ass.

And it hurts even with the fabric to protect you. God. You cry against his lips, murmuring his name. And he does it again, this time after pulling the skirt up, just to listen to your voice moaning his name once more.

"Didn't you say you're—", he wants to tease you, but you don't let him do it. You rub yourself against his cock again, and use your hand to pull his own until it's touching your inner thighs.

His fingers go to your covered cunt immediately, stroking it, feeling the lace. It's so wet he could bet that if he took longer to touch you there, it would be draining to your legs. "I did know you were wet, Barbie, but this?"

You timidly let a moan out as your clit is slowly rubbed. You press your chest against his, your nipples onto his skin getting hard and almost painful. Zoro seems to enjoy the way you're getting off against his hands and chest, smirking every damn second.

Too confident.

"Why are you here yet? Weren't you going to ride my face?"

Has such a good memory even with you ready to push his cock into you.

"If you don't do it right now, I guess I'm doing the way I prefer".

Strong motherfucker. Piece of shit. Troglodyte. You try to go further and put your thighs around his face, but he's holding you tight. And, in a second, he's turning you around, now being on top, kissing you.

Good strategist.

"Keep quiet like a good slut", he warns you against your lips. You shake your head, not agreeing, but he answers. "Good. Such a obedient dumb girl".

His hand pushes your cropped top up, showing him your bare tits. His thumbs go to your nipples as he squeezes your chest, making your heart miss a beat. He's strong and sure knows how to make you want more of a touch that you usually don't care a lot about.

It doesn't last, though. His fingers are replaced by his mouth after giving you a last kiss, and you feel how possessive he is onto your breasts, shamelessly leaving marks and bruises. You moan low every time he uses a little bit more of strength to suck and bite your skin.

It's his fuel. He's eager for hearing more.

His tongue goes further, reaching your waist, then your skirt. You see his face disappear between your legs, soon feeling his breath on your panties.

"Pink, uh?", Zoro likes what he sees. Pink lace, all wet and so easy to tear apart.

That's what he wants to do, so he does. You just hear your pretty panties being ripped.

"Hey!", you yell. "I just bought it, idiot", you protest, but there's nothing else to do about it. Pink panty is over. "Answer something", you continue when he doesn't say a word, doing god knows what under your skirt.

"You're annoying", Zoro says before stuffing your ripped panties inside your mouth, heaven knows how, without even looking at you. "But I bet you taste good."

Without a warning, his tongue is on your wet cunt. He doesn't move it, though, just letting you suffer a little, your muffled moans sounding like good music to him. Did you just say please?

"I can't hear you, are you saying something?"

You try to curse him, but it just sounds like a kid's murmur. He keeps talking close to your core, his nose tip touching your clit a few times.

"Hmm? I don't know what to do if you don't ask me properly", he keeps teasing. It's so good to see you struggling to have him tongue fucking you, but he's speaking the truth.

He doesn't know what you want. He also knows your arms are free, you could take the panties of the second you want.

You must be liking the torture.

"Do you want me to do what?", Zoro murmurs this time against your thigh's skin. You pull your hips towards him, trying to feel more, but he's holding you tight once more. When his tongue finally touches your wetness, you stop protesting to make him listen to your whimpers. "Oh. I'm good at reading you, I guess?"

You tell him to shut his mouth already, but he either doesn't listen or just doesn't care.

Zoro is interested in hearing you crying and moaning under his, that's all. No need to keep using your tongue for being annoying.

He doesn't do like you did to him, sucking his cock with passion and no teasing. Instead, he's, as usual, as mean as he can be, taking his time to carefully taste your juices, every lick causing a lewd eating sound that you'd complain if it wasn't so good.

You squeeze your eyes and open your mouth when Zoro finally presses his tongue against your throbbing clit. He kisses it with care and patience, then goes back to your cunt, pressing into it as you do what he wants to see—or feel.

Your hands are on his head, pressing it against you. Greedy girl, you are. Having what you want yet asking for more? However this time he doesn't stop—he accepts your silent wish and lick all your wetness, sometimes his teeth hitting your clit. Not on purpose, but maybe he's doing it again. The sound you made was so adorable that made his cock even harder, grinding against the mattress.

The way you curl your body under him is insanely dirty. Pushing the rest of your skirt up, Zoro stares at your pleasured expression, closed eyes, frowning, parted lips, delicious tongue out. He can't help but wonder how'd you look with his dick buried into your pussy.

A goddess maybe?

You open your eyes and see him down on you, eating you out like it's his last meal. His skilled tongue fucks you while his fingers are printed on your inner thighs, keeping your shaking legs spread for him.

Then he decides it is a good time to put his fingertips to massage your cunt, feeling again how wet you are. Zoro would never forget the memory of your face contorted when he does it, the way you grab his short hair and push your hips closer. "More, you say?", he wants to know, teasing you, threatening to insert his fingers into you.

"Mhm…"

"How many do you want?", Zoro continues. Using his tongue to rub your clit, he watches you as you lose your focus, just quiet and rolling your hips. He stops and smacks your thighs. "I made a question, brainless Barbie"

You only pay attention to the way he calls you. Barbie is such a mocking name, but you like the way it sounds on his voice, his lips curling in a smirk that makes you want to fuck him then call him he's the worst man ever. You nod, telling yes to whatever he asked.

Zoro thinks it's better if he eats you out with two fingers rubbing your g spot inside your core.

And, for god's sake, you fucking agree.

His tongue is all over you, making a mess, as his fingers are curled inside your cunt. He doesn't move them in and out, just constantly hits the tips of them on your sensitive walls. You don't think anymore—head empty, just want to come.

He'd let you cum?

As if he read your thoughts—feeling your cunt stretching against his fingers, your moans extremely loud and lewd—, he slows down his moves.

You protest, about to take the panties off your mouth and beg for him to give what you need. But then he starts over again, as intense as he was before.

"I'll let you cum now", Zoro mumbles against your clit. It almost hurts—so, so good—and you cry his name. He's satisfied with it, making a sound like he ate something very good. "Because you're a tasty hoe. But next time you will need to beg a little more".

Good. Tasty isn't a word you're frequently called, but it feels good to hear it.

"Now cum for me just the way you're going to do around my dick, right?", his words are a command for you. When he places his mouth on your cunt again, inserting his tongue inside you as he continues to stroke your clit in circles, you're done.

Dizzy, breathless, all your body shaking and shivering as he keeps you in your place. As Zoro thought, you really look gorgeous with a face contorted in pleasure, calling his name like a slut. He could cum with the sight of your smudged makeup, tears down your face and the goddamn lipstick almost intact.

Girl's got a really durable lipstick brand, he thinks. Or maybe he needs to be less kind with you while you're giving him head.

You are the one reaching your climax, but Zoro definitely is enjoying a little more, still thrusting his fingers in and out of you just to overstimulate you as you keep fighting to finally breathe normally.

When he notices you're better, he leans over you once more, takes his fingers out of you and sucks them, a locked gaze on your grimace.

"That's gross", you say, after he takes his panties off your mouth. "You don't need to show me this, pervert"

Zoro laughs, mocking.

"Gross? It's your fucking cream and it tastes really good, want to try?", he approaches, kissing you. You don't protest, but feel weird when you feel your own taste on his tongue.

God. That's so filthy and gross, but also hot as fuck?

What the hell does that man do to you?

Zoro grabs your waist and puts his legs between yours, hips against yours as he rubs his cock on your belly. He also feels the need to have you, but much like the other moments of the night, he's not giving you this easy, despite how he wants to.

You seem to be forgetting that in the end you're just another dumb rich girl that craves for dick every second. A hot and probably his favorite one, but still.

"Zoro, please, stop teasing", you whine in his ear, finding nothing but cruel the way he strokes his tip on your skin, pretending to be pumping into you.

He knows how much you're eager, so is he, but the desperate gaze you give him is nothing he can have with any other girl.

None of your friends would ever submit to his words like you do.

"I know you can think properly now. I'm not even fucking you, come on", Zoro mocks. "I'm even being gentle with you. If you want something, beg for it."

You pout, making the unfailing pity face. Zoro kisses it, squeezing his hand onto your ass as the other goes down, easily rubbing your sensitive spot. He loves the way you shake your hips, wanting more, and your belly makes him receive a pleasure wave. You’re good at doing things like this, letting him go crazy for you.

Zoro totally hates you, but he loves the way your body fits so well next to his own.

He’s your alt. ver. Ken, maybe?

He listens to your voice calling his name.

“He—”, you’re about to cry out, but it turns into a moan when his fingers enter you. “I want… to fuck. Please, Zoro, don’t let me like this”, you whisper, not really content. He should be the one asking you this.

After an orgasm, you’re back with your evil ego—just to be broken again, because Zoro has no fucking patience to deal with this over again. You put your fingers around his cock, tenderly stroking as he kisses you. No need to hear your voice, now.

Zoro stops kissing you to put one hand on your collarbone, close to your neck, possessively. Yet he doesn’t press, you feel the threat ghosting all over you. He has darker eyes, full of lust and a devilish desire to make you cry—this time, for real—while you moan for him.

“Tell me, Barbie, how do you want me to fuck you?”, he asks.

You look away, pouting and frowning. Zoro laughs with your angry face.

“Doggy style”, is the obvious answer. Neither him watching your face, nor you seeing his arrogant smile. He can grab your waist hard and fuck you dumb without seeing your makeup getting even messier. Yes. That’d be good.

Zoro kisses your jawline until his mouth is close to your ear.

“You’re so predictable, bimbo girls, like you, don't have any creativity?”, he murmurs. You feel your face hot, biting your lip and closing your eyes. Idiot, he’s just as idiot as he was yesterday and the days before it. He holds your neck carefully. “It must be nice to see your ass on me, I can’t deny. But you’re not getting what you want.”

“What do I want?”, you babble.

“You are going to see my face the whole time. I didn't want to see yours either, but you might make a face that looks good with my cock inside you."

"Fuck you", you're weak, but still protesting. "I don't care if I see your gross face. Just want to do things my way."

"Yes. I'm believing you, for sure", he rolls his eyes. "You should stop lying a little bit. It's getting a part of you."

"None of your business, troglodyte", you murmur back. On a whim, you look at him and spit on his face, faking an innocent smile. "Oh, sorry, I didn't mea—"

"You did want", Zoro says, catching your saliva from his cheek with a finger. His other hand leaves your body, but you don't know what he is doing until you feel the cock of his tip aligned with your aching cunt. God. Zoro slides his dirty finger on your nose, as you do a grimace. Gross, but could be worse: at least it's not his spit.

At the same time, he pushes his length into you—your mouth turns into an 'o', and Zoro smiles satisfied. He has just a little bit of his cock into you and you're already quiet and tamed. And, god, he fits so well inside you, like you're made for each other.

Bullshit, obviously, however it still being a fucking good sensation.

You wrap your legs around his waist, eager to feel more. His girth hurts a little, good thing you're so, so wet, feeling him sliding every inch into your cunt.

You can't help but look for more, lifting your hips, kissing him so you don't see his face, just feel his divine lips against yours as he tenderlessly finishes pushing.

His moves stop. Zoro is quiet as you are, just enjoying the feeling of his cock inside your walls, taking him so well. You complain and try to move on your own, but he doesn't let you. His eyes are on yours, and you feel almost intimidated when he frowns and seems to analyze what he's feeling.

"You have a good pussy, Barbie", he pulls his cock out of you then inserts it again, harder than before. You sob. "I think the next time I feel bored I'm coming here for you to cockwarm me."

You just nod, breathing deep. His fingers are pressing your thigh and hip as he tries to keep sane. He needs to wait for your permission—to break you and then put them together again—, but he's not asking this time.

But you can't think of it now. His pace is painfully slow, thrusts that burn your cunt, but you want more, harder, faster. You want him to put your legs on his shoulders and go deeper, the maximum he can until you're sobbing and whimpering as it's all you can think about.

God, how you want this.

You lift your legs, a silent message of how do you prefer to fuck—it makes your face hot, it means you're not fighting anymore, you're not avoiding to show how much you're liking his slow thrusts into you. You're giving him the permission to do how he prefers, since it's good for you too.

"Yes", you murmur, when he puts his legs on his shoulders. You moan loudly, and pull his head onto yours to kiss him to muffle your sounds. "Please, please, please…"

You can't keep that attitude when he's deep into you, stroking your clit with one finger, he's even letting you hear his drown moans and sighs. Both Zoro and you sweat and it's not gross anymore—just one more piece of this whole sensual puzzle you're creating. When his forehead is against yours, you feel good.

Fuck him. You'd be in love in a month or two if he keeps looking at you like you're a damn goddess. He's watching you crying with his dick buried into you, probably ugly than ever, but he's finding you gorgeous. You can see it in his eyes and that's a great reward. So you repeat.

"Please, Zoro. I want you to break me", are the magic words—you're done now.

Zoro has neither the patience nor the control to be gentle anymore. He pulls out just to push himself into your core harder, groaning as you cry his name repeatedly. Gosh, it's so good.

You take him so well, he's enough to make you drown in pleasure, he's enough to make you mind dizzy, only thinking about Zoro's cock. Maybe you're a dumb bitch after all, brain too busy with him to care about whatever is going on outside your bubble.

His pace isn't gentle, your eyes aren't full of happiness, you're not love makers, but this feels awfully ethereal. It doesn't matter that you hate him and he hates you too—you're made for it, for fucking hot and dumb like this.

When you feel tears falling off your eyes, Zoro seems to like it too. He's extremely silent as you sob because of the stimulation of his tip on your g spot, his finger rubbing your clit. Zoro likes the way you touch him too, nails on his muscled back every time his thrusts reach your deep.

It's so fucking normal and hateless that you almost laugh. You're being friendly with Zoro. You, the Barbie like girl, fucking the troglodyte as he's your cute boyfriend.

You feel it coming too fast—no time for sharing your conclusion, no time to warn him you're coming. Zoro feels your walls squeezing his length, and a smirk shows on his lips.

"Coming without permission, Barbie?", he mocks, while you cry under him, overstimulated. He slaps your ass once, then keeps watching your reactions. You feel truly good. "I'm close too, uh? Can I try something?"

You nod, wordless. You can't think. Just continue what you're doing, please, Zoro. Mind is empty, you don't need to know what he's about to do. So, when you feel his fingers around your neck, slowly pressing until you're almost breathless, you just enjoy it.

Zoro doesn't last too long after seeing your desperate gaze at him, such as your satisfied smirk. Horny slut, he calls you inside his mind. You're so good—it takes a few more thrusts then he's pulling out of you, to cum on your thighs.

You look great all white with him, on his mind. You agree, but none of you say a word about it. There's no need. You fall asleep and when you wake up, you're clean and he's by your side.

You smile. Not so bad.

#zoro x reader #zoro x you #zoro x y/n #smut #one piece x you #one piece x y/n #one piece x reader #one piece smut #zoro smut #{bikini prn!}

[honeydazai]

Birthday Wish - Edogawa Ranpo

warnings/tags: nsfw content, fem!reader, maid dress and lingerie, praise, vaginal sex, riding, pet names like "doll" and "darl"

To say that Ranpo had you wrapped around his finger was an understatement.

It wasn't unusual for him to ask you to fetch him something, only to announce he didn't need it anymore once you got it for him, and still, you were simply unable to be angry with him for long.

Oddly enough, his self-centered attitude seemed to be part of his charm, and it wasn't like you hadn't known what he was like before falling in love with him.

Him not wanting to share some sweets with you or occasionally seeming ungrateful was something you just had to deal with in your relationship. And you gladly accepted those rather annoying traits of his in exchange for all the positive experiences the two of you had.

Despite being selfish, he was an overall amazing boyfriend, which probably was why you were unable to deny him any wish.

Long story short, he asked for some kind of favour almost every day and luckily, it didn't actually bother you.

It was no surprise that his birthday was no exception, even though what he wanted you to do today was almost enough to bring your generosity to its limits.

“I'm not wearing that, Ranpo.” Your arms were crossed in front of your chest in a stubborn gesture. “You're ridiculous.”

Ranpo raised his eyebrows in response. The still packaged maid uniform laid in front of him on the desk, so innocent yet lewd when given context - even worse, you still were at the Detective Agency.

You were only glad that no one was currently paying attention to the two of you.

“But you'd look so pretty in it”, Ranpo said, his head tilted to the side, “I'm failing to understand the problem.”

You glared at him, your eyes narrowed. “It's embarrassing, that's the problem”, you replied, forcing yourself to not raise your voice to avoid drawing unwanted gazes at you.

You were sure that, if Dazai spotted the maid dress, he'd never let you live it down. “I'm not going to humiliate myself for your amusement, jerk. I don't care for your reasoning here, either - I won't wear it. I refuse.”

Ranpo's lips formed a pout. “It'd suit you really well”, he pointed out, eyes raking over your body in a way that made your cheeks flush, “I paid attention to the details, you know. It'd hug your curves in all the right ways and the fabric's nice. It's not some cheap dress, it's got velvet and lace and all that.”

The office door opened, heavy steps indicating that it was Kunikida who was entering the room.

His arrival didn't seem to bother Ranpo in the slightest. “And there's matching stockings and heels. It's some really nice stuff, I promise. Oh, and some lingerie, which is all lacy. Feels funny.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Kunikida's head turning in your direction; confused now that he had noticed how hushed your voices were. You scrambled to cover the dress, still out in the open, with something, which ended up being your own coat.

“Shut up, you can't just say that out-loud”, you snapped, your blush deepening, “Especially not at work. Are you out of your mind?

Ranpo shrugged, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I'll stop talking if you agree to it”, he offered, popping a piece of chocolate into his mouth, “Besides, it's my birthday. Don't you want to be a good girl and spoil me a little?”

At those words, you couldn't help but squirm in your seat. The action was barely noticeable - to anyone but Ranpo, of course.

Praise had always been a thing the both of you enjoyed equally as much.

“Come on, darl, be good for me”, he drawled, his voice dipping just a little lower than its usual pitch, “I've got that one wish. You won't deny it again, right? I just want to see you all dolled up for my birthday. You'd look so gorgeous.”

The sudden change in atmosphere almost made you choke.

It was unfair. He was playing dirty and it was nothing but unfair, and even worse was that you already knew you had lost the moment you had let his words get to you.

“Fine”, you eventually snarled, head turned to the side to avoid his gaze. You weren't willing to give up on your attitude yet. “Fine. Just hide the dumb dress until we're home. I don't want anyone else to see it.”

Ranpo's smirk was arrogant. It didn't seem like he had ever doubted that he'd get his will in the end. “Sure, doll.”

You had dreaded the moment the both of you went home, but sadly, time wasn't yours to stop. Sooner than you would've liked, Ranpo and you were entering your shared apartment, one of his hands positioned on the small of your back as he guided you inside.

The sound of the door falling closed behind you was dreadful.

“Ranpo, I-”, you began, eyebrows drawn together as you noticed you had no idea how to save yourself from this situation.

Luckily, you didn't have to continue, because Ranpo interrupted you with a tut. “Ah, ah, doll. You know what you agreed to, don't back out now. I don't want to hear your excuses.”

That settled that. Apparently, there was no way to get out of this, especially not after you had initially agreed.

A sigh of defeat left your lips as you made your way upstairs, the dress clutched in your hands. “Alright, alright. I won't let you watch me undress, though.”

"Sure, sure.” Ranpo was already on the way to the living room, sounding amused. “Just hurry.”

Putting the dress, stockings and everything else on the correct way provided quite the challenge - especially as you tried to clasp the matching collar, made of smooth velvet, shut around your own neck.

Eventually, though, you weren't able to procrastinate any longer. If you refused to meet Ranpo in the living room, he was simply going to come get you, you were certain.

The already short skirt bounced with every step you took, the frills hitting your upper thighs. Somehow, that made it worse.

Ranpo, however, didn't seem to share any of your concerns. The moment you entered the room, he gave a low whistle from where he was sitting on the sofa, one hand patting his own thigh in invitation. “See, doll? As always, I was right. It really does look amazing on you.”

Flustered by his words, you quickly made your way over to him while trying not to fall - the heels were awful to walk in, despite looking pretty.

Luckily, Ranpo didn't comment on it, though he did seem amused as you stumbled rather than gracefully walked the last steps. Sitting down on his lap was a relief, your thighs now bracketing his body.

His hands were on you almost immediately, a smirk curving his lips upwards as he lifted the skirt to grope at your stocking-clad thighs, ignoring the way you whined in protest. “Oh, this was such a good idea. Sometimes even I'm amazed by my own mind.”

“You're such an idiot”, you said, tone flat, as you desperately tried to act unfazed.

Ranpo chuckled in response. “That's no way to speak to me, on my birthday no less”, he chided, his hands leaving your thighs to rest on your ass instead. “Also, I feel like you should thank me. You know, for getting you such a pretty dress.”

You scoffed. “You should thank me for wearing it.” A yelp then escaped your throat - more because of surprise than actual pain - as his palm came down on your ass.

“Yeah, yeah. Now, don't you think you should spoil me a little? Service me like a good little maid would?” he cooed, and you honestly couldn't tell if his tone was meant to praise or mock you.

Your eyes were narrowed, your brows drawn together as you continued to sulk, even as he began to knead your ass, the movements causing the skirt to bounce just a little.

“God, I love that dress. Wanna have you sit on my face while you're wearing it.” Then, his touch withdrew and a moment later, two of his fingers nudged against your lips.

It wasn't a request, really - Ranpo was going to continue whether you wanted to wet his fingers first or not, especially since he knew you could take them either way.

The only reason he still offered them to you was some odd oral fixation of his.

Not that you minded. Obediently, you closed your lips around lithe fingers, lapping at them to thoroughly coat them in your saliva.

After a few seconds, he pulled away and you couldn't help but whine at the loss, your lips hanging open, glistening with spit. Perhaps it was you who had an oral fixation and Ranpo was just indulging you - you weren't totally sure anymore.

You were given no time to think about it, either, because a moment later, Ranpo ran his fingers across your cunt, collecting some of the slick that was already dripping from between your folds down your inner thighs. The pretty lingerie, already completely drenched, was simply pushed to the side to grant him access.

Ranpo's laugh made your cheeks flush. “You're so wet already, darl. Are you sure that being my maid didn't turn you on?”

His fingers, shiny with your saliva and your arousal, pushed inside of your hole just as you opened your mouth to respond. Instead of denying his claims, you only let out a high-pitched mewl, your eyes fluttering closed as he sank knuckle-deep into you.

“God, Ranpo”, you gasped out, your thighs trembling as he spread you open, now using scissoring motions to satisfy your only increasing impatience, “Hurry up, please. Need you.”

His movements, his fingers curling against that one spot inside of you, had you whimpering as you rested your head against his shoulder, your hips bucking against the digits.

And even though Ranpo occasionally enjoyed teasing you until you were squirming and sobbing for him, his own patience was wearing thin today. He blamed it on the dress.

You barely had time to complain about the loss of his fingers inside of you, your hole clenching around nothing, because the aching emptiness was quickly replaced by his cock, hard and already leaking precum.

Honestly, you had no idea when he had undone his trousers, but you didn't care particularly much either.

Your back arched as he bottomed out with one swift motion, your legs shaking. The stark contrast of your needy sounding whimpers to Ranpo's lower moans had you dripping wet, slick coating his dick and running down your thighs to further drench your panties.

The fabric of the dress was rubbing against your nipples, the sensation suddenly hyper-present in your mind and causing you to whine. One of Ranpo's hands was resting on your hip, the other one was splayed out over your lower abdomen, the gesture oddly intimate.

Then, just as you expected him to thrust into you, he remained motionless.

“What's the matter?” Ranpo asked, eyebrows raised, “You didn't think I was going to do the work today, right? On my birthday? You can't be serious.” His tone turned whiny. “Don't be cruel to me, doll. Just ride me.”

As if to motivate you, his thumb flicked across your clit, causing your sight to blur for a moment as you mewled, the noise embarrassing in itself.

You then came to the conclusion that there was no use in complaining or resisting. At this point, all you wanted was for him to fuck you senseless in the stupid maid dress that was only increasing your arousal, velvet dragging over your tits with each movement, and if Ranpo wasn't going to fulfill your desires, you were going to do it yourself.

With trembling legs, you rose up on your knees, almost far enough for his cock to slip from your cunt, only the head of it remaining inside. Before that happened, though, you sank down again, throwing your head back with a moan as you did so.

Ranpo's groan was appreciative as he tightened his hold on your hips, his thumb still rubbing circles on your clit. “You're so good for me”, he said, his voice a low hum, and you gave a shaky nod in response while setting a slow pace.

The position was already starting to become exhausting, but this way, you at least felt his cock drag against your walls every time you lifted yourself back up.

“So good, Ranpo, fuck”, you whined, your eyes scrunched close as the head of his dick nudged against a sensitive spot inside of you, “Oh my god. You're so good-, fuck, you always fill me so well. Please, just-”

Despite pleading for something, for more, for harder and faster, you hadn't expected Ranpo to actually comply. Apparently, he was set on surprising you today.

Or maybe he simply had pity with your trembling thighs that were about to give out.

With both hands now on your hips, he held you down while thrusting into you from below, his lips on your throat, sucking and biting at the soft skin there.

The moment his teeth grazed your pulse, you tensed, so close to your orgasm already that you were sure you were making a mess on the sofa - or Ranpo's only partly shoved down trousers - with how much your cunt was dripping.

“So pretty for me”, Ranpo murmured, his rhythm getting more and more irregular the closer he got, “Gorgeous, really.”

Your chest was heaving as you clenched down on his cock, desperate for more friction, for anything that was going to tip you over the edge.

Your desire was soon fulfilled - though in a different way than you had imagined. 

One of Ranpo's hands suddenly moved upwards to shove the top of the dress down, far enough to expose your tits, and with a smirk, he leaned forward and wrapped his lips around one of your hardened nipples, his tongue flicking against it. 

Your responding cry was high-pitched and needy as you came, your whole body trembling at this point, and Ranpo's eyes sparkled with mischief at your immediate reaction. 

He reached his own orgasm a few moments later, cumming inside of you while grinding up into your hole.

Seconds later you noticed that he was still fondling your tits, apparently now amazed by how they looked when spilling over the collar of the hastily pulled down maid dress. 

Half-heartedly, you slapped his hands away, a soft smile on your face. “I hope you're satisfied with your birthday gift”, you said, your voice unsteady as you leaned against him for support, your muscles suddenly too weak to hold you up anymore, “Because I think you just ripped the dress.” 

“What? No way.” Ranpo's frown only caused you to laugh. “That sucks, it really was expensive. I don't get paid enough to buy a new one each time we fuck.” 

“Shut up, you get paid enough.” You scoffed in response, your tone fond as you smiled at him. “Happy birthday, by the way.”

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[forever-rogue]

His + Hers

Summary | You didn’t want a bodyguard and certainly didn’t need one. Bucky didn’t want the job. But as soon as the two of you meet, all bets are off.

Pairing | Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 4.2k

Warnings | language (including light degradation, possessive!Bucky, smut (oral - f receiving, piv) - minors dni or you will be blocked

Masterlists | Bucky, Main

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“I don’t need anyone to watch over me,” rolled eyes and loudly snapped gum. Crossed legs and an anxiously jiggling foot. The aging clock ticked loudly as your gaze burned into the giant dual monitors that shielded the man on the other side. He had just oh so casually dropped some horrible news to you. 

What was his name? Jeff? Jeffrey? Jefferson? It didn’t matter. Funny. For a man that you’d seen more often than your father in recent years, you’d think you might have remembered his name. Despite all that you still hadn’t seen him more than four, save five, times.

“Those are your father’s wishes.”

“Then why isn’t he here telling me this?”

“He’s a very busy man.”

“A man too busy to see own daughter, his own child, always work, work, working,” you spat, “what he could be doing that’s so important that he couldn’t even spare me fifteen minutes of his time?”

“He’s-”

“It was a rhetorical question,” you stood up and grabbed your bag, “sometimes it still shocks me that a man that claims he loves me so much he barely speaks to me, sees me. I don’t want this bodyguard - if you send them to me I will simply send them away. Don’t waste my time or theirs.”

“Your father is going to send someone regardless of your wishes, you must know this by now.”

“Tell him if he’s so insistent upon me being chaperoned like a puppy that he can come and talk to me himself,” you threw your shoulders back as you tried to chase away emotions or feelings. This was not the time or place for them, “see you in another six months for so.”

“Miss -”

You slammed the door shut before he could say anything else. 

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“This is fuckin’ ridiculous,” Bucky’s groan was heavy - irritated - as he trudged up the stairs to the ninth freaking floor. Of course you couldn’t live somewhere near the bottom. Of course the elevator was broken, “I’m gonna murder you, Wilson.”

Inhaling and exhaling slowly, he calmed himself with every single step. Left foot, right foot, and repeat. Before he knew it, he arrived on your floor, less angry but still annoyed. 

Bucky looked around for your apartment number, finding it quickly but wishing he hadn't. It was supposed to be a simple job - hang around you for a little while until things calmed down around your father. There was never any huge threat to you, but you were to be kept safe anyway. Typical rich people, he practically rolled his eyes. Complete idiot, he sighed at himself. He could have walked away from the gig easily, but things had been quiet after everything in New York and he needed something fresh. Naturally he’d say yes to this when Sam mentioned the job to him. 

Once he found your apartment he slowly trudged through the hall, his mind all but made up about you already. You were going to be nothing more than a spoiled little brat. He looked at the golden number above your door and sighed heavily before knocking loudly. 

For a few moments, nothing but silence met his ears before he finally heard what he was sure was annoyed grumbling inside accompanied by soft footsteps. The door was whipped open and Bucky came face to face with you. 

Your brows knitted together as you studied him before crossing your arms over your chest, “can I help you?”

“James Barnes,” his name practically came out as a sigh. You raised your eyebrows at him but remained silent.

“And?” you asked as you moved to close the door, “I’m in the middle of my fifth zoom meeting of the day and annoyed and hungry. Thanks for wasting my time. Have a fantastic day.”

Before you could slam the door in his face, Bucky stuck his foot in the doorway and prevented you from closing it. A huff escaped your lips as you glared at him through the crack, “your father sent me. I’m supposed to look after you.”

“Ahh yes,” you rolled your eyes and frowned, “the baby-sitter my father hired. I told him and his assistant that I don’t want - or need - anything to watch me. I’m fine. So if you don’t mind you can leave. I’m busy and don’t have time to deal with you.”

“You don’t pay me sweetheart,” he scoffed lightly as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. You wanted a challenge? He’d give you one, “and as long as that’s the case, I stay.”

“I’ll double whatever he paid you.”

“Oh honey, I doubt you could ever afford that.”

“What can I do to get you to leave?”

“Nothing.”

“It really doesn’t seem like you want to be here either so why don’t we both do ourselves a favor and cut the shit?”

“Not until your father tells me it’s okay to leave,” he smirked, “I don’t take orders from little girls, sweetheart. Nor do you pay my bills.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“And you’re a bitch,” your mouth opened into a little pout as you attempted to shut the door on his foot, “you can shut the door, it won’t hurt me. I’ll just tear it down if I have to.”

“Are you serious?!”

“Want to find out?” he asked as you threw your head back and sighed at the ceiling. Yes and no. You wanted to push his buttons and see how far you could press. But you also didn’t have the energy to deal with it. Instead you slowly, ever so reluctantly opened the door, refusing to move but motioning for him to come in. He practically sauntered in with a victorious little smirk on his lips, “good girl.”

You were to let him have it when he turned around to face you and finally got the chance to study him. And your jaw almost hit the floor. Fuck. 

He was handsome - dark hair and the bluest eyes you’d ever seen with a five o’clock shadow. He was dressed in very well fitting jeans, along with a henley and leather jacket. So casual but he managed to make it look so good. For a moment you thought he looked familiar but you couldn’t quite place. Maybe you’d seen him around somewhere. 

Well, this presented a whole new predicament. This would have been so much easier if he hadn’t been one of the most gorgeous men you’d laid eyes on.

“Like what you see?” 

“I’m not into old men,” you cocked your head to the side and watched him with a smirk. Bucky almost tripped up and let an emotion slip but instead he remained pointedly neutral as he looked you up and down. 

It would have been easier to dislike and hate you entirely if you weren’t so damn cute. You were dressed in a comfy, oversized sweater and joggers and big fuzzy socks - casual and cute but effortlessly so. It was a challenge not to stare. 

“Whatever you say,” he held up his hands in mock defeat as you became momentarily placated, “what’s the plan for today?”

“I have a job and things to do,” you huffed as you pushed past him, “so just do something or whatever and stay out of my way. If you insist on being here.”

“I do.”

“This is going to be fucking hell, isn’t it?”

“It can be whatever you want, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me sweetheart!”

“Sure thing, doll.”

"I hate you already.”

“The feelings’ mutual, honey.”

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Hating Bucky was a full time job. Bucky having to chaperone you through all of your shenanigans was a full time job. Both of you were incredibly stubborn and damn near made the job impossible. 

You'd be lying if it said he wasn't attractive and that you hadn't thought about him. Especially late at night. Alone in bed. But you'd rather die than admit that to him. 

Bucky had a feeling he'd break you down eventually; not that he expected anything to come of it. He enjoyed flirting with you and watching you get frazzled and nervous. But you weren't his type. Nuh uh - Bucky Barnes wasn't into pretty little spoiled brats. Even if they weren't attractive and smart and genuinely kind underneath it all. 

That wasn't part of the job. Which was why he never let it go past anything that could be deemed as flirtatious.

Just as he vowed to break you down and just admit you liked him, you might have had a little goal of your own…

"Come on," Bucky sighed as he paced around your living room, waiting for you to come out of the bedroom so you could pizza and watch movies. It had become somewhat of a Friday night tradition, reluctantly so. It was hard to get out and have a lot of fun when you had a silent, intimidating brooding man following you around, "how long does it take to change?"

"Shut up," you rolled your eyes as you opened your bedroom door and stepped out, slipping on your heels, "I'm ready."

Bucky's eyes widened as he looked you over. You were wearing a little black dress and fuck me heels along with ruby red lips and a full face of makeup. He fought back a little growl as you smirked at him, "what the fuck are you wearing?"

"Its called a dress, genius."

"To get pizza so we can come back and watch movies?"

"That's not the plan," you straightened up and walked past him, grabbing your purse and jacket.

"You said-"

"I lied," you stated the obvious, "I'm going out to finally have some fun. Without you."

"I'm coming with you," he crossed his arms over his broad chest as you tried not to stare, "that's the job, sweetheart."

"And I'd like to actually have fun and get laid," you threw your hands up, "its hard to do that with you breathing down my neck constantly! If you insist, can you at least like stay ten feet away. Give me a fucking break."

His breath had hitched in his throat as soon as he heard the words get laid and he worked to keep it together. He sighed as he forced himself not to imagine you underneath, naked and begging for more. 

"Fine," he agreed reluctantly, "ten feet only."

"Thank fuck."

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One drink had turned into two which easily turned into three and after that you’d both lost count. Bucky had been sitting at the bar, a singular, but arbitrary drink in his hand as he watched you get progressively looser as the evening wore on. His steely gaze almost never left yours as he watched you chat up people around you. You were naturally extroverted, and definitely a flirt - but then again maybe that was the alcohol - and it wore Bucky out trying to keep an eye on you. He wasn’t terribly concerned about what was going on, but still, he was a man that took his job seriously.

It wasn’t until he decided that it was fine to let you out of his sight for a few moments only to turn back and found you missing. A growl bubbled up in his throat as he scanned the tightly packed pace and found you in the middle of the dance floor. You were pressed against a man that had been eyeing you up since you’d gotten there, mouths smashed together as you kissed him like your life depended on it. Your arms were wrapped around his neck and his hands were on your ass the entire time.  

As soon as you ground up against him, something in Bucky snapped. He threw back the rest of his drink and quickly made his way over to you. The people in his path parted like the seas when they noticed the predatory expression in his eyes. Before you could even realize what had happened, you felt a hand tightly squeeze your shoulder. A gasp left your lips as Bucky pulled you away from your newfound friend.

“What the fuck!” you glared at him as the man that just had his hands all over you grew visibly nervous. Bucky grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him close, “Bucky!”

“Keep your filthy fuckin’ hands off of her, you understand?” he growled at the man as he just nodded, “I ever see you near her again and you’re dead. You leave my girl alone.”

Bucky shoved him away and the man practically skittered across the bar and out the door without so much as a single glance back. Breathing angrily, he turned around to find you staring at him in awe, arms over your chest. You were suddenly incredibly sober, “what the hell was that? I’m not your fucking girl, Bucky.”

“We’re going home. Now,” he reached for your hand and held your wrist in a tight grip as he dragged you without another word. You wanted to argue with him and fight back, but there was something about his possessive nature that had sent a shiver down your spine and a rush of warmth to your core as you let him pull you along like a ragdoll. 

Maybe your dangerous little plan was finally going to turn into reality.

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“Are you going to finally tell me what’s going on?” you asked as you walked back into your apartment, trailing after Bucky and slamming the door shut, “you chased off my only chance of-”

Before you could say anything else, Bucky’s hands found your waist and he crashed his lips onto yours in a bruising tangle of tongue and teeth. You responded with a surprised moan as he backed you up against the wall, making sure you didn’t hit your head. 

“He’s a fuckin’ boy,” he insisted as he lightly gripped your throat, causing you to part your lips as you fought back a moan, “he wouldn’t have made you cum. Probably doesn’t even know where your pretty little clit is.”

“And you would?” you challenged, already knowing exactly where this was leading. Something in your mind told you that this was wrong and you should have stopped it, but the larger part of you really just wanted him. It wasn’t like you hadn’t thought about it for weeks and weeks now, touching yourself late at night to the thought of him. Bucky smiled at you - a dangerous, toothy, wicked thing causing you to swallow thickly, “I don’t think you could. You’re all talk, Bucky. Probably haven’t even been laid since the 40s.”

“Don’t act like you don’t want this too, sweetheart,” he whispered in your ear before trailing kisses along your jaw and down your neck, nipping and sucking at the delicate skin, making it a point to mark you up. That way everyone would know you were his. He rutted his lips lightly against yours, and you could already feel how hard he was, “I see the way you look at me - I know you’ve thought about me. Probably touched that pretty pussy of yours and wished it was my cock, huh little girl?”

“Bucky,” his name was nothing more than a whimper of your lips as you tried to reach down and touch yourself. He was quick to grab your hand and pull it away. You whimpered as he just chuckled darkly. Oh, how easily he could break you down with just a few words, “please. Need you.”

“I’ll give you what you need,” he swore as he watched you with hungry eyes. He shimmied up your dress and moved to touch you. His smirk only grew when he noticed you’d forgone panties, “look at you, such a little slut. You didn’t even put on panties? You really wanted this, didn’t you? Were you just hoping I’d touch you? I bet you had this whole thing planned out - just wanted me to fuck you, didn’t you?”

You looked at him with wide doe eyes but remained silent as you tried to play coy. But he was having none of it, and grabbing your jaw, “answer me.”

“Mhmm..,just want you,” you admitted as he slowly let go before grabbing both of your wrists in his vibranium hand and pinning them above your head, “just touch me.”

And he did - slowly, he dragged his fingers through your folds, smirking at how wet you already were, “oh honey, you’re practically dripping. So wet already, and I’ve barely even touched you. Such a good little slut.”

Your eyes fluttered closed at the feeling of him circling your clit slowly before feeling your soaked folds and sliding a thick finger inside. A small sound of surprise reached his ears as you almost rutted into his hand and he easily slid another finger in. The stretch from his fingers was enough to spark the warmth in your belly as you bit your lip to keep from whining. 

“Look at you, such a needy little thing,” you could hear the smirk in his voice as he fucked with his fingers, “but you’re not going to cum on my fingers. I’m going to see if you taste as sweet as you look. Gonna make ruin that pussy for anyone else. You’re mine - you understand?”

“‘m yours,” you whimpered as he let go of your hands and slowly sank to his knees in front of you. His large hands, a contrast of warm and cool, splayed on your thighs before slowly traveling up to your hips and grabbing them in a bruising grasp. This man was really working to make sure he would remain all over you. He pressed a few kisses to your thighs before stopping at your mound, and you could feel his warm breath fanning across on your pussy, “please.”

“That’s right, you can be a good girl,” he didn’t even hesitate for a moment before diving in and licking a stripe up your folds, causing sparks to shoot throughout your spine. You could feel him smirking against you at the immediate effect he had as he ate you out like a man starving. 

Bucky Barnes was not a shy man when it came to eating pussy. He licked and suckled on your clit as he let two of his cool vibranium fingers slide into your pussy. He crooked them just right, effortlessly finding your g-spot as your knees threatened to buckle. No one man had ever made you feel this good before, nor so easily. 

“F-fuck,” you hissed as he pulled back and look at the blissed out expression on your face, “more please.”

“Look at you pretty little thing,” he grinned as he pressed a few wet, sloppy kisses to your mound. He pulled his fingers from you before reaching up and practically ripping your dress off. If you’d hadn’t been so close to cumming, you would have yelled at him, but in the moment you didn’t care. Especially not as his hands found your breasts and massaged them before he played with your pert nipples, causing you to arch into his touch, “not wearing a bra either. You are bad.”

“‘m so close,” you whined as he just smirked at you. Before you could say anything else he slapped your pussy, causing you to jump slightly before you keened into his touch, silently asking for more. 

“You like that, honey?” he teased as you nodded with closed eyes, your mouth forming a small o. He repeated the motion before he grabbed your ass and buried his face back into your pussy. You moaned into his touch, bucking your hips against his mouth as he made all the most sinful noises as he ate you out like his life depended it on. He worked pure magic with only his tongue and he soon had you seeing stars as your legs started to shake around him. He anchored you to him and kept you from falling down as he brought on your orgasm, “that’s it honey. You’re going to cum all over my face, going to taste all that pretty pussy has to offer.” 

“F-f-fuck,” you reached down and carded a hand through his dark hair as you held him against you, “jesus.”

“Cum for me,” he commanded and you did just as you were told, crying out his name like a prayer as you felt your release wash over you. Bucky stayed between your legs as you came all over him, cleaning up every little bit you had, not stopping until you were begging him to stop from the over stimulation, “tastes like fuckin’ candy. Best pussy I ever tasted.” 

“Jesus,” your chest was heaving as he kissed his way up your body. He stopped at your lips and offered you a victorious little smirk, “you’re an asshole but at least you know how to eat pussy.”

He grabbed your chin in his hand and forced you to look at him, “you’re mine - this pussy is mine and no one else’s, you understand, little brat?”

“Ruin me then,” you raised your eyebrows before you kissed him again, trying to beat him at his own little game. But it was no use - he was easily more dominant and held control over you, “make me yours.”

“Turn around,” he growled as he flipped you in his arms and pressed you against the wall. You moaned as his hands mapped out every curve of your body before you felt the sharp sting of his hand on your ass. Just to spur him on a little more, you bounced your ass and he slapped you a few more times before massaging your skin to soothe the pain, “you like it when it hurts. God, you’re perfect. My little slut.”

“Please fuck me. Need you so bad,” you practically whined but quickly grinned when you heard him undo his belt and pants before he pulled his cock out.  He groaned in your ear as you heard him stroke himself a few times.

“‘m so fucking hard, baby,” he ran the tip of his cock through your folds and you could already feel how big he was, “got me leakin’ already. Thought about you and that smart little mouth so many times. Always cum so hard when I think about you. Can’t wait to see how good this pussy feels squeezing my cock. You’re going to take all of me, little thing.”

He coated his length with your arousal - you were already so wet again - before slapping his cock against your ass. You tried to reach around so you could touch him but he slapped your hand out of the way. 

“Put your cock in me,” you practically begged and before you could say anything else, he plunged into you, causing you to practically scream in surprise. He didn’t stop until he was fully sheathed inside of you, feeling like he was practically splitting you apart. The burn quickly faded away as you moaned and clenched your walls around him, “fuck, you’re so big.”

“Did you expect anything else, pretty baby?” he whispered in your ear before grabbing your hips again. He slowly pulled out almost all the way before thrusting back into you with no warning. You clawed at the wall as he set a brutal pace, slamming his hips into yours over and over again, letting you have almost no room to breath. The only sounds that left your lips were small whimpers and mewls he fucked you to an inch of your life. 

You felt the coolness of the vibranium snake around your body before he found your clit. You let him press you against the wall as he pounded into you, and you quickly left your second orgasm start to bubble up in your tummy. 

“Taking my cock so well,” he praised as he slowly played with your clit. He was not shy about being loud and moaning, all while murmuring filthy praise into your ear, “so tight - so perfect. This pussy was made for me.”

“More,” you begged in between breaths, “harder, please.”

“You want it harder, pretty baby? You’re not gonna be walkin’ after this,” he smirked before he picked the pace and fucked you even harder than before, which you hadn’t even thought possible, “good girl. Good fuckin’ girl. Gonna cum all over my cock?”

“Mhmm,” you agreed with a wistful smile, a fucked out expression on your face as you felt his cock twitch inside of you as your walls started to clench around him, “please, please, please.”

“Gonna fill you up,” he said through gritted teeth as he slowed his thrusts, making them slower and deeper than before, “gonna make sure you know who you belong to.”

It was a few more thrusts before you came again, crying out as the pleasure rippled through your body. Bucky came quickly after, grunting as he came inside of you, filling you up with hot ropes of his cum. He fucked you through it all, not stopping until you were feeling boneless and he had filled you with every last drop. 

He easily caught you just as you were about to collapse in his arms and pulled you against his chest as he pressed a few kisses to your shoulder. You reached behind you and carded a hand through his arm, scratched at his scalp as he continued to kiss your neck and shoulder.

“Fuck, Bucky,” you said as you tried to catch your breath, “that was incredible.”

“I told you I’d ruin every other man for you,” he slowly pulled out and turned you around so you were facing him. You put a hand under your chin and turned your face up to his, “you’re mine.”

“I’m your girl,” it was like music to his ears as you reached between your thighs and swiped his cum mixed with your arousal up and sucked it clean off your finger, “my pussy is yours and your cock is mine.”

“Good girl, “ he praised with a wicked smile, “now get on your knees and put that pretty mouth to use.”

“Yes sir.”

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best one yet

i lost the ask but someone asked for christmas fic where john was at an away game and the snow is makes it hard for him to get home, so i thought it it could tie in with a req i got for poppy and john! enjoy!

john thinks he’s ruined christmas, but this one turns out to be everyone’s best yet

final john and poppy fic of the year! happy new year everyone!!

John loves his job, he truly does. He loves with everything he has and there isn’t much in the the world he would give it up for. At the same time, he is cursing that job up and down right now. Right now, he’s furious at the world, at his manager, at all his teammates and at the weather. None of his teammates have done anything wrong, nor has their manager, but the schedule they were given that meant they had to play on Christmas eve meant he was just angry at everyone right now, regardless of who they are.

The game didn’t finish until late and John needed the recovery session before he could come home, his time was planned down to the minute so that he would arrive home early in the morning hopefully before Poppy was awake so he could be there with you to sit in the living room in his pyjamas watching her unwrap her presents in adoration. Instead, John is stuck in traffic on some motorway with his windshield wipers trying desperately to fight off the buildup of snow on his front window. John had chosen to take his car because he wanted to be able to get home as quickly as possible, and while he was thankful he did have the chance to leave early this morning, he’s still far later than he wanted to be.

He already feels like he’s missed so much. John didn’t get to put out the cookies and milk for Santa, or set out the carrot for Rudolph and sprinkle the ‘reindeer food’ out in the garden before Poppy went to bed. He didn’t get to put out all her gifts under tree with you or kiss you under the mistletoe hanging in the doorway of the living room. Although you’ve told John upwards of a hundred times that it’s fine, it’s his job and you both know he would be there if he could, he feels awful. You know what it’s like to have to plan a family christmas for only two people because one doesn’t care. That’s what you had with Poppy’s biological dad, but it is certainly not what is happening here. John is clearly desperate to be part of this, to make it as fun and enjoyable for Poppy in every way. He took you both ice skating, he’s had her at three different Santa grottos, gotten her more gifts than she’ll probably even be able to open and spoiled her with enough love to last her a lifetime. That’s what matters to you; how much he loves her. As long as she’s happy, healthy, safe and loved, then you believe he’s doing every single thing right and he’s not even only doing that. He’s gone above and beyond to make this the best Christmas she’s ever had because now that she’s five, John knows she’ll start remembering days like this.

He would simply die if he ruins or misses the first Christmas that she’ll actually remember with him.

The first Christmas he spent with you and Poppy was quite small and fleeting. You two really hadn’t been together that long at the time, so he only played a minimal part. Since then it had only built up, but this was his first ever Christmas with the official title of ‘dad’ from his precious little girl. He always knew he would act like her dad and treat her like she’s his daughter, but he honestly never expected her to begin calling him by that name like she has now. It’s so beautifully perfect.

“I’m so sorry i’m running so late.” John’s voice all but croaks out your phone speakers. “I’m so sorry i’m ruining her Christmas. I’ll make it up to you both, i promise.” He pleads, making your jaw drop. You can hear John tapping frustratedly at his steering wheel as you remember he can’t see you shaking your head and making your incredulous face at him. Silence echos through his car speakers through which he was phoning you on bluetooth. “Don’t be ridiculous John!” You exclaim, “You haven’t ruined Christmas! It’s only 9am. She woke up at 6 and i lied and told her Santa hadn’t come yet because it was still Christmas Eve so she went back to sleep until five minutes ago. We’re gonna have breakfast and those gifts will stay wrapped until you get home, okay?” You say firmly, “You’ve made this the best Christmas of our lives, you understand? She’s so happy and she wants to wait for you anyway. Don’t beat yourself up, John. Sometimes things happen and that’s life. She knows you’re coming, just drive safe okay?”

“Yeah.” John replied solemnly, a sign parting his lips as he looks out into the heavy traffic up ahead. “Seriously John.” You assure. “I’ve been left alone at Christmas before. This isn’t that. You’ve not let anyone down. The best gift you could’ve given her was winning yesterday and you did just that. She’s so excited to tell you all about it as if you weren’t the one playing.” You tease, finally drawing a smile out of your sulking partner. John laughs softly, already basically able to hear Poppy rambling on about how good Raheem’s Christmas Eve hatrick was. It’s one of his favourite things, the post match debriefing from his little daughter. That’s one of those things he never thought of. He always wanted to be a footballer because it’s what he loved, but now being with you and having a daughter changes everything. He still adores what he does, but he adores it in so many different kind of ways now. Celebrations are altered and evenings look a little different these days squeezing in bath, bed and a book time after dinner and getting to do it all by your side. Now when they win, instead of wasting the joy on alcohol, his joy carries on until the next game with the buzz he gets listening to Poppy tell him every single thing that happened. Pep’s joked in the past about bringing her onto the coaching team to whip them all into shape. She’s just perfect. He gets to come home and celebrate the win with a victory kiss or some celebratory sex if you can both keep quiet enough not to wake the sleeping 5 year old in her manchester city pyjamas.

Everything you have right now is because of John. Sure, you worked your ass off to provide for both of you, but you were pouring from an empty cup. John came into your life and revitalised you, thus making you a better person and by extension a much better mother. There’s two of you now parenting this absolutely perfect little girl, so you’re not always burnt out having to do everything on your own. You’re so much happier and you are finally the mother she always deserved. John would never take the credit for helping you towards that and if he ever found out you even thought that your daughter being a happy and thriving child had more to do with him than you, he’d lose it. You may not recognise that you’re the best mother in the world, with credit due only unto you for managing to come this far with Poppy, but John certainly knows that’s the truth.

He just lives every day so thankful that you chose to let him into your life and your little family. He’s so grateful that you share your daughter with him and allowed him to grow into the role of becoming her dad, helping him to iron out the kinks and assuring him that mistakes and upsets are always going to be such an integral part of raising a child. You are perfect. You are his world and the fact you don’t even know how much amazing you are will always boggle the Barnsley man’s brain.

By the time John arrived into Manchester, he’s exhausted and it’s already past lunch. Due to the time of year, it’s already getting dark and he feels completely gutted to have missed almost the entire best parts of Christmas day with his family. The doting dad can almost be certain the gifts will be opened by now and his heart is shattered thinking about not getting to see Poppy’s face opening all her gifts while drinking coffee cuddled up to you. Christmas loses it’s magic as you get older, but gains it back the second you have children in your life again.

With a lump in his throat, John trudges up the path after parking his car outside on the street because his drive is packed with his families cars. The snow in the large fenced in front garden is untouched, waiting to be moulded into snowballs and snowmen, decorated with snow angels and tiny snow boot footprints. That thought alone excites him, but he was surprised you hadn’t been out already together.

John finally pushes open the front door, greeted by a waft of warmth with the smell Christmas dinner and loud laughter echoing out of the dining room out into the hall and all the way to the front door. He kicks the snow off his shoes before discarding them by the door and closing it behind him. He is just about to announce that he’s home when you thump into him. “We missed you.” You utter, words muffled by his city training kit. “God i missed you too.” He replies, pulling back from you so he can hook you into a long, deep kiss. His lips are freezing cold against yours, but heat up with each movement against the warmth that you provide. “Merry Christmas, Mr Stones.” You hum contently against his lips. John’s chuckle vibrates through you. “Merry Christmas to you, soon-to-be Mrs Stones.”

You giggle sweetly, allowing him to hug you tight against his chest one more time before you yell out; “Daddy’s Home!”

The sound of Poppy’s little bare feet slap through the house, her body barrelling through hall until she crashed into him just like you did moments before. John scoops her up, holding her to him with her clinging in desperation not he close to him. “We missed you so much daddy.” She exclaims, her words strained by how tightly she’s hugging him. “So i heard, my little Poppet! Did you like your presents?” He coos, pepping kisses the top of her head and smoothing over her beautiful hair. “Silly daddy, we’ve been waiting for you.”

John’s eyes well up with tears, meeting yours when he casts a glance over to say a silent thank you to your smiling features. You nod sweetly, shooting him a wink.

“Mummy can i please give daddy his present now please? Please please please?” Poppy begs, bouncing on her feet in front of you. You giggle, nodding your head vigorously and John coos as he wraps his arm around you. “Always a giver like her mama, eh?” He teases, kissing your blushing cheek as his family laughs and piles back into the living room despite being half way through dinner only a few minutes prior.

The second John sits down you hand the box over to Poppy to hurry over to him with excitedly. “Go on daddy,” she encourages, “Open it please!”

John does as told, taking the messily wrapped box out of her hands, assuming that she had some part to play in helping to wrap it up as he grins while he unwraps it. Inside sits a white box with “to my daddy” written across in sky blue acrylic lettering. John tugs at the loosely tied ribbon until he can lift the lid up, shooting his extremely excited, although strangely rather nervous looking daughter a huge smile as he does.

The first thing he lifts out of the box is one of the Manchester City jerseys with the 5 and Stones on the back except it’s got P. Stones. It’s Poppy’s size, so John beams when he raises it out. Underneath is a little plaque, encrusted with a name. “It’s her new name tag for her coat rack at school.” You explain. “You remember what it used to be?”

John does remember, of course he does. It used to say Poppy (y/l/n) because that’s her name. It’s the name she’s registered to school under, the name on her birth certificate and the name she goes by because her father never actually made it onto the birth certificate. He never wanted to.

Now it’s carved out: “Poppy Stones.”

Underneath the plaque is a stapled pile of neat white papers. His eyes dart all over it, looking for confirmation that this is what he thinks it is, eyes immediately flooding with tears that stream over his cheeks rapidly as he reads the words “Formal Report of Paternal Adoption Request.” Across the top in big, bold black writing.

John covers his mouth with one hand, his whole family silent in anticipation as he chokes in his sobs.

“Are you alright daddy?” Poppy asks carefully, her little voice timid. “I didn’t mean to make you said.”

John looks up at her immediately, putting the papers down. “Oh god no, c’mere love! You didn’t make me sad Poppet. You made me so, so happy. That’s why i’m crying. Sometimes people cry when their so happy they don’t know what else to do.” He explains softy, still sniffling as he watches a new smile appear again on daughters face. “Oh.” She replies, “So will you daddy? Mummy is taking your name soon and you look after me and love me and tuck me in at night with special daddy cuddles.” She shrugs. Life is so sweet and so simple from the eyes of such a small child. John doesn’t want her to ever grow up and lose this innocence. “Oh and!” She exclaims, “You have magic fixing kisses! Doesn’t he mummy?”

You nod your head, barely able to see them through your own tears. Keeping this a secret had been the hardest thing you’d ever done. You’ve known John was the perfect dad since the minute he met her, instantaneously the only man you ever wanted to parent with. The man she deserved to have as a dad. Not just a father, but her knight in shinning armour. Her hero, her inspiration, her best friend, her protector, her shoulder to sit up high on and one day her shoulder to cry on. Her daddy.

“Come here,” John instructs, gesturing you over tearfully for a tight family hug. “Of course i’ll adopt you, Poppy. She doesn’t have to take my name though, you know. I know it’s-”

“I know John. I want her to. You stepped up when we had no one else. You’re her dad. I’d really like her to have your name too, if that’s alright.” You sniffle, chewing on your lips. John bursts out into tears again, squeezing his little family tight in his arms with Poppy in between her doting parents. “Then yeah. Absolutely. Of course. A million times yes. I’d love for you to have my name, My little Poppet.” John cheers, choking over each word with his sobbing hiccups and then everybody cheers. Poppy giggles loudly as John peppers her in kisses all over. Shes going to officially be his daughter. Legally. It didn’t matter in the grand scheme, but this gave him security. No one was ever going to be able to take her from him or anything like that ever. She’s been his daughter from the day they met, but now she’s going to take his name, become a Stones just like you will in a few months time.

John never expected this. He’ll never be able to explain what he did at any point in this life or any in the past to deserve the life he has now with you and Poppy. He couldn’t possibly deserve either of you, especially not that perfect little girl who lights up his entire world every time she walks into a room. She’s his baby girl, whether she has his blood or not, she’s his. Whether she looks like him or not, she’s his. No matter what, little Poppy Stones is his daughter.

It wasn’t a perfect Christmas, everybody’s dinner still sitting half eaten getting cold at 5pm because John didn’t think he’d make it home. Snow continues laying heavy the ground outside again as everyone gets ready to go out and play it in. John gives himself a moment to think as he watches Poppy roll snow into a ball for the base of a snowman with you, her giggles bursting out and echoing in the quiet night like the most beautiful musical melody his ears have ever been graced with, and he knows in that moment.

It hasn’t been a perfect Christmas, but it certainly has been his best one yet.

#john stones x reader #john stones imagine #john stones imagines #football fics #footie fics #footballer fics #footballer imagines #football imagines #manchester city #man city imagines

[multifandomwritings]

Hii, may I get slashers with a S/O who is insecure about their height because they've been told all throughout their life that they are too short and people like taller hoomans? Because of that, they feel a little ridiculous when standing next to the slasher in question (They are 150cm tall, I think that would be around 4'11 - 5'0 ft) Thank you for reading and have a lovely day!

Aww sure, so sorry for how long this took! Hope you like it ^^ (Also being short is super cute so!! Whoever told you otherwise is wrong!! Also, height differences are super cute so the slashers with a short s/o would be so cute T-T)

I barely had time to proofread this and wrote it pretty quickly but I felt bad for not posting anything in a while so I'm sorry if there are mistakes or it isn't too good >_>

How the slashers would react to an S/O who is insecure about being shorter

Thomas:

- Thomas would find your height so precious, but he’d also be extra gentle and careful with you, since you’re smaller

- If you were insecure about your height he’d be so confused. He’d feel ridiculous standing by you, feeling all big and bulky — why are *you* insecure? 

- It might actually make him feel a little better, in a weird way. If you could be insecure about something that he found cute about you, maybe it would be the same the other way around? 

Brahms:

- He *adores* your height. You’re so small next to him he could melt

- Would nearly engulf you with his hugs, wrapping you up in his cardigan and loving how folded up in him you were

- When you mentioned you were insecure about it, he’d tilt his head in confusion and would very firmly tell you that whoever made you feel insecure about being short was *wrong*, no further discussion! 

Michael:

- Michael would simply raise an eyebrow at the sudden revelation that you’re insecure about your height, unsure why anyone would think being short is bad

- I mean Michael really isn’t the guy to go to for reassurance, but he’d somehow manage to make you feel better about it anyway, just by not even really understanding and being confused by why anyone would care

- Michael isn’t the type to easily get close to you or be affectionate, so when you kept your distance from him when he tried, he’d get kind of upset. Like...he’s /trying/ Y/N!...What’re you doing T-T When you explained it was because you feel kind of ridiculous because of being shorter, he’ll just sigh, wrapping his arm around you to reassure you in his own subtle way 

Jason:

- Like Thomas, Jason would feel a little bulky and big next to you, so hearing you admit that you were insecure about your height would surprise him a lot

- Scrambling clumsily right away to reassure you, as he would with any insecurity you had

- You’re so small next to him! He thinks you're so cute, he melts anytime you look up to meet his gaze or stand on your tiptoes to kiss him. Very protective and gentle

Bubba:

- Bubba thinks you’re the cutest. You’re so small next to him, he’d want to wrap you up and protect you

- Like Thomas, he’d also be extra careful and gentle with you out of fear he might hurt you accidentally. If you reassured him however, he’d be so affectionate, spoiling you with all the hugs and little pats on the head that he could

- If you mention that you’re insecure about your height, he’d shake his head vehemently to reassure you. He loves your height!

Chop Top:

- Chop Top doesn't even notice your height until you point it out by telling him you're insecure about it

- He'll reassure you kind of strangely by listing off some of the benefits of being shorter, all while chuckling nervously and watching your reactions to see if it was working

- Just be patient and go with it! He wants to make you feel better but it makes him surprisingly nervous because he isn't used to it and doesn't know what to say. He's sincere though!

Nubbins:

- He loves your height difference! He isn't picky though, he wouldn't mind either way. Still, he can't help but think it's so cute how small you are next to him

- Honestly though he really doesn't think too much about it. Height is height, y'know? He'd think it's cute but it wouldn't be something he noticed right away or anything like that

- When you tell him you're insecure about your height, he'll really just be confused as to why. He's always liked your height!

Beetlejuice:

- Beetlejuice is on the shorter side (at least compared to everyone else on this list) so of course he’d love it! You’d make him feel taller lol

- Will reassure you about any insecurities you have with joking self deprecating humor to cheer you up (and let you know that he also has some insecurities, even if he doesn't always show them)

- In all seriousness, he'll actually be pretty good at making you feel better about it. Definitely makes a comment or two about how ridiculous it is that anyone told you it's a bad thing though!

Candyman:

- Daniel is so over-the-top romantic, he'd just spoil you with pretty words until you felt better

- Anytime you mentioned anything you were insecure about, he’d be very quick to bombard you with compliments and affection

- He loves your height. Makes you swoon by lifting your chin gently with his finger anytime he kisses you, or anytime he’s being particularly sweet with his verbal affection

Bo:

- Bo finds your height cute. He really wouldn’t get why you were insecure about it 

- But Bo being Bo, he’d have a hard time being sweet and reassuring about it. He wants to so bad, he loves you so much and wants to tell you that you’re cute and reassure you, but like..../how/

- So when you bring it up one day it would be responded to with awkward, angry babbling about how you having nothing to be insecure about. He’d genuinely want to make you feel better but he’d also be mad at whoever told you you’re too short 

Vincent:

- Vincent is so sweet and understanding with any insecurities you have. He has his fair share of them too, so he know how it feels

- Similar to Bo, he'd be upset that anyone made you feel insecure about it anyways. He'll be surprisingly defensive if anyone makes any comments like that while he's around

- Really loves everything about you and wants you to too. Definitely a sweetheart when it comes to reassuring you and making you feel better about it

Lester:

- Lester is also on the shorter side (again just by slasher standards lol) so he thinks it’s cute! 

- He wouldn’t really mind about height either way. Tall or short, it would matter to him. But when you told him you were insecure about it, he’d be so quick to reassure you

- Lester is a sweetheart. If he even suspects you’re insecure about something he’ll clumsily compliment you on whatever it is. He also loves that you’re both on the shorter side, will say you have to stick together for that reason x-x (he can tell if you feel insecure while standing next to him too, which will earn you a reassuring pat on the arm and a cute smile to make you feel better)

Graverobber:

- He'll probably tease you a little about it, I won't lie. He can be kind of a butt sometimes (I mean this lovingly I promise)

- Only he can tease you, though. If anyone else says a word about it he'll get uncharacteristically serious and defensive, especially if you are visibly bothered by it

- He loves your height though, and will take advantage of it. Your head is now his arm/hand rest, and he'll pat it a lot randomly, too. If he's in a softer mood, he'll actually be really sweet and reassuring. Definitely loves engulfing you with his hugs, too

Luigi:

- If anyone made any comments about your height while Luigi was around (or even so much as looked at you the wrong way) he'll be so defensive of you

- If you put physical distance between yourself and him because you don't want it to be obvious, he'll actually be kind of hurt? He feels better by you and might be a bit bitter

- This will only encourage him to help you overcome your insecurity, though

Pavi:

- Pavi adores everything about you, including your height of course. Genuinely shocked when you admit you’re insecure about it, in his own overly dramatic way

- Pavi has insecurities too, so he’s actually quite good at reassuring you. Makes you laugh with how over-the-top he is as he showers you with compliments, most of which aren’t even related to your height, to cheer you up

- If anyone makes you feel bad about your height or says anything he'll turn so red (not that you can really tell) and ardently defend you! (not without some timidity of course)

Billy Lenz:

- He’d probably call you nicknames related to your height at first, to be honest. He wouldn’t even think it would upset you, as he’d find your height cute

- The second he realized you were insecure about it though he’d feel so bad, clamming up and apologizing right away. Even if you didn’t mind his nicknames he wouldn’t use them anymore

- Compliments and reassures you a lot, even when you don’t bring it up. He’d actually be pretty observant of you, always able to tell if you were feeling insecure, quickly (and clumsily) bombarding you with a bunch of sweet words, watching your expression and grinning in self-satisfaction when he finally got you to crack a smile

Asa (The Collector):

- You won’t even have to mention being insecure about your height, he’s intuitive enough to notice on his own

- He’d notice just by your body language when you were next to him, keeping your distance as you’d feel ridiculous standing by him. He’d be wickedly amused, pulling you closer to him and winding his arm tightly around you

- Despite being kind of a tease, he really likes your height and doesn’t want you to be insecure. So in his own way, he’ll /try/ to reassure you

#slashers x reader #slashers x you #slasher headcanons #slasher imagines #slasher x reader #slasher imagine #thomas hewitt x reader #brahms heelshire x reader #michael myers x reader #jason voorhees x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #chop top x reader #nubbins sawyer x reader #beetlejuice x reader #candyman x reader #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #graverobber x reader #luigi largo x reader #pavi largo x reader #billy lenz x reader #asa emory x reader #the collector x reader

[vaspider]

I'm getting married Saturday! Any words of wisdom to impart for someone starting that new chapter (if you're comfortable with it)? Thanks for being a parent figure to so many of us on here. Goodness knows lots of us need someone like that.

In any case, Shana Tovah, and many blessings to you and yours!

💙

First of all, mazel tov! So much joy and happiness to you both. 💓

I had to think about this for a bit. @dadhoc and I have been together for 17 years and married for 12, and we've been with @apocalycious for 2.5 years, so I think we're doing something right. In no particular order:

Know when you need to be Right and when you'd rather be Happy. If your spouse wants to build a house with a Jell-O foundation, keep arguing/discussing/etc. bc you need to be right - it could hurt you both if you don't! If you're arguing over which one of you said what when you clearly had an unfortunate misunderstanding and accidentally hurt each other's feelings... wouldn't you rather be happy than right? Take a deep breath, apologize for your part in the misunderstanding, and figure out how to not have it happen again.

Don't let the sun go down on your anger. Don't go to bed angry with each other or actively arguing. That kind of stuff calcifies.

Figure out how the other person expresses love and says they're sorry, and honor that. Communicate how you need to be loved and apologized to. @dadhoc doesn't always say "I love you" out loud, but they make the leftover challah into French toast on the weekend, and they work really hard on NerdyKeppie stuff. I write poems and make art for people and get silly little presents, like an enamel pin with a red panda or a penguin on it for my boos. If you mention something you might like to do someday offhandedly, or a question you wonder about, Evie will remember that and research it for you! Steve also often doesn't say "I'm sorry" out loud - they will go wash the bedding and clean the bedroom so we can all spend time watching TV and snuggling together when the argument is resolved... but I need to hear "I'm sorry" out loud. So I acknowledge and appreciate the things they did, and they say the words out loud.

Respond to what your partners say, not to your baggage or to what you expect them to say. This becomes more of a Thing the longer you're together: you have so many conversations and talks and arguments that you fall into a comfortable groove with each other. That's great! But. Make sure when they're talking that you're not responding to something your dad said that hurt you 20 years ago, or to your ex who was hypercritical of you, or to who your partner USED to be, 6 years and a bunch of discussions ago.

Celebrate each other's successes, even the little ones. Get ice cream together when you finish a project at work. Take each other out for self-care time. You're together because you're each other's biggest fans, after all, but also...

You don't have to be each other's everything. I'm fact, you shouldn't. Make time for yourself. Spend time with your friends. Cultivate your friends, not just our friends. (Evie is friends with people I can't stand, and I'm happy they get along!) Have your Own Things that you do and are.

Spoil each other just a little. If you won't do it, who will?

Laugh with each other but never at each other. Human beings are ridiculous!

Go to therapy. It's preventative maintenance for your brain.

Find something you enjoy doing together that has a finished product at the end. Build a model, bake a cake. Evie and I really like cooking together. Even cleaning is nice if I'm doing it with my partners.

Don't stop going on dates, even if a date means eating dinner outside instead of in your kitchen.

Speaking of which: try to make Family Dinner a thing. Sit at an actual table presuming you have one, trade off making food, put your phone somewhere else while you're eating, and talk to each other without distraction for at least that long every day. I know I sound like a mom in a Pixar movie, but I'm serious, this works! When I was sick, we stopped having a dining room table really bc of how our house got rearranged, and we didn't eat together at a table for years. Now our Family Dinnertime is sacrosanct. Even if we're all eating leftovers, we eat at the table right around the same time every day. It makes a difference in our ability to connect with each other. Eating together is an important human bonding activity.

You're going to change. So is your spouse. That's not just okay - that's great! Life means growth. I'm not who I was in 2004, thank G-d, and neither is Steve. I'm not who I was in 2019, for that matter. That change and growth is who you're becoming together, so honor and celebrate that. You can't grow old together if you don't grow old, after all.

If you're so inclined generally speaking, never stop looking at your sexy-ass spouse with the same wide-eyed delight you do now. Just... enjoy it when they're getting changed in the room with you. If I ever stop saying "... butt... " dreamily when one of my partners is changing, or informing one that they're missing out on seeing the other's butt, just bury me, I'm dead. Appreciate them out loud. They're cute!

Smooch daily.

Take care of yourself. You can't be a good spouse if you're not eating food food, getting enough sleep, etc.

Even in the shitty parts, which will happen, remind yourself that you've got backup. From now on, you've always got backup, and it's much easier to go through crises with your biggest fan by your side. It'll be a great story on the other side, right? I'll forever tell the one about how when Steve was in the hospital for afib, and the docs had to knock Steve out to shock their heart into behaving, they woke up and started immediately asking "where's my [husbutch]?" They got so insistent about it - still loopy on the anesthesia - that the nurse came to get me. I called from the doorway and Steve calmed down... for 5 seconds, and then their short-term memory cycled, and they started asking for me again. This happened half a dozen times until I asked "do you want me to just ... squeeze in?" bc Steve's insistence was slowing the doctors down, the docs said yes, so I worked my way up to the head of their hospital bed and said "here I am, please calm down so the doctors can work." Steve said, "oh! My [husbutch]. Hello, [husbutch]!" and took my hand and calmed down. It was a TERRIBLE day but I LOVE that story in retrospect.

Smooch lots.

Mazel tov! Love each other. Building a marriage is work, but anything worth building takes effort. It sounds cheesy but it's so true. 💗

#spider talks #marriage #long post #i never did know how to say anything briefly

[re8-drabbles]

Some RE: Village Relationship Headcanons?

The Duke

Saved you from a pack of lycans when you accidently strayed into the village.

Started off on the wrong foot.

Duke: Found yourself in a pinch, haven't you?

Y/N: Fuck off...

Duke: Now, now, if you would rather stay out here and continue to play with lycans and get yourself killed, be my guest... but, if you would rather survive... You'd best change your tone.

Y/N: ....

Duke: That's better.

He allowed you to stay in his cart until you healed, but started falling for you the moment he got to know you.

Duke: So you have just been wandering all over Europe in hopes of finding a cure?

Y/N: ...Yeah pretty much. I know, it's pretty stupid.

Duke: I wouldn't call it stupid, as much as adventurous. Is that why you found yourself in the village?

Y/N: Yeah... I wasn't planning on being greeted by lycans when I first set foot.... I never properly thanked you for saving me or apologized for how I reacted, I'm sorry about that.

Duke: It's all water under the bridge, love. I'm just glad I happened to be at the right place, at the right time.

Both came to conclusion after the heart to heart that you both were enamored with each other.

Duke: ....Would you be interested in being more then friends?

Y/N: I thought you would never ask.

Loves it when you slip under his arm, get comfortable at his side, and cuddle.

Loves it even more when you give him suprise hugs from the back when he's looking stressed or uncomfortable.

Finds it sweet, but ironic, how much you fret over him.

Y/N: "Are you sure you are not cold? The lycans do not bother you, do they? Are you feeling well? You are not hurt, are you?"

Duke: I'm perfectly fine, my dear. Now you, on the other hand, need to come inside. Your finger tips are turning blue.

Hates seeing you upset or scared, but loves how your first instinct is to grab and hold his hand.

Y/N: I am not scared! Your hands are just really warm...

Duke: Of course, love.

Secretly gets a little jealous when others flirt with you, but he'll never admit it to you.

Will also passive aggressively hike up the price of items for the individual who flirted.

Heisenberg: 900 Lei?! That's ridiculous!

Duke: These have been hard to come by lately.

He knows you believe that even the worst person can change, and he loves that about you, but it makes him sick with worry.

Y/N: Are you okay, love?

Duke: I'm fine, just a little tired. Could you do me a favour?

Y/N: Anything.

Duke: Please stay by my side? You are too important for me to lose, and this village is swimming with enemies you are not ready to take on.

Y/N: ... I don't want to be a burden.

Duke: You could never be a burden to me.

He will protect you from everything and anything.

Keeps a lot of books and hobby items on hand for you.

It melts his heart when you give him one of your rare smiles.

He hates how the Lord's like to call you his "pet", but allows it, if it keeps you safe from their wrath.

Heisenberg

First time you met, he had trapped you under Mother Miranda's orders.

Karl: Long way from home, aren't we?

Y/N ... I like your glasses, can I try them on?

Karl: Uh.... No.

Mother Miranda allowed him to do what he wanted with you, as she assessed that you were no threat.

He decided to keep you around.

He became enthralled by how bold and eccentric you are.

Realized he had fallen for you when he came back from a meeting with the Lords, and caught you wearing his clothes in the mirror mimicking him.

Karl: I should be mad... But you do a damn good impression and they look good on you.

Y/N: *surprised shriek*

Loves how you only show your soft side to him.

Sometimes, he is taken aback by your agressive side.

Karl: Did you just threaten to choke out that lycans with the disemboweled intestine of its friend?

Y/N: maybe.

Karl: I don't think they understand our language-

Y/N: Fear is a universal, Karl.

He loves watching you tinker away with the scraps in his factory and will sometimes animate your creations

He will do anything to protect the childlike wonder you have somehow managed to retain, regardless of everything that has happened

Adores the way you seem to know when he needs a little bit of physical connection.

Karl: How do you always seem to know when to do that?

Y/N: Hmm... Who knows?

When you are sick, he will track the Duke down and pay him double to get medicine from outside the village.

He will often run his fingers through your hair, as you fall asleep.

He will stay until he is sure you are asleep, before slipping out to his lab.

Dimitrescu

Was given charge of you, after Mother Miranda's experiment on you was a success.

She started off as your mentor, but quickly became fond of you.

Your passionate nature was what drew her to you.

Loves to tailor clothing for you and spoil you with the finest of silks and fabrics.

She loves to invest in your hobbies, especially painting. She will place completed works around the castle.

Being much older and taller than you, she feels the need to protect you from the horrors outside the castle walls.

Y/N: Alcina, I must do my rounds of the village. Mother Miranda will be furious if anything slips by.

Alcina: Nonsense! That fool Heisenberg can do the perimeter check. You still have much to learn before you can go outside, even more so before you can go alone.

Y/N: That's not fair to Heisenberg, Alcina. How much longer before I can go outside alone, anyways?

Alcina: Until you reach my age.

Y/N: So....

Alcina: Never.

Gets angry when Heisenberg or the Duke share too many sweet words with you. Heisenberg does it to annoy her and the Duke just enjoys pleasant and polite conversations, but it drives her mad.

Loves to steal kisses from you when you are working.

Y/N: Alcina, please, I'm almost done this portrait and then my attention is all yours.

Alcina: Hmmm, it is much more fun to pester you when you're working though.

Loves to use Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela to pry information from you.

Alcina: So... What did you learn girls?

Bela: Y/N feels a little ignored lately.

Daniela: Y/N is out of titanium white and cadmium red paint.

Cassandra: Y/N finds that the scenery is a bit bland and would love to grow some snowdrops.

Alcina: Ah, thank you girls.

Alcina is usually the first to engage intimate moments; hugs, kisses, touches, and more.

The rare moments you engage in intimacy are her favourites.

#duke resident evil #alcina dimitrescu #the duke resident evil #re8 alcina dimitrescu #karl heisenberg #re8 heisenberg #re8 headcanons #I clearly don't know what headcanons are #not a good writer but I try

[diavolosthots]

I have 38 minutes before valentines is officially over for me so here are the brothers

Warning: slight NSFW

THE BROTHERS and valentine’s day 

Lucifer:

Although he thinks the day is ridiculous because why is there just one day to worship the most important person in his life? He still goes all out. Now, he won’t be as extreme as Diavolo, but do expect a very nice package in your room with a very (expensive) elegant dress/suit that will match his outfit perfectly. Of course, you’ll be going out to Ristorante Six or any human restaurant he deemed extravagant enough. Upon arrival, he’ll be sure to top off your outfit with the matching jewelry and a bottle of the best wine you’ll have ever tasted. Lucifer is nothing short of class and he’ll be sure to treat you like royalty the whole evening. Don’t even think about lifting a finger, because he has it all covered. To top it off, of course, he leads you into his candle lit room, rose petals covering the floor, and champagne at your disposal, although he’s hoping for the more adult activities before you open the bottle to celebrate. 

“I refuse to celebrate Valentine’s without making you mine, first.”

Mammon:

Ah shit, that was today? Lol he’s going to pretend that he forgot and he’s so good at it that you’ll believe it up until the very end. Before you even have the chance to wallow in self pity inside your room while angry tears are streaming down your face, he’ll show up in his best suit and a deep blush on his cheeks. He won’t be taking you out, no. Instead, he prepared a nice meal himself, after begging Barbatos to teach him how. Is it the best? Eh, Barbatos still makes it better, but it comes from the heart. He wants it to come from the heart. What’s the point of Valentine’s if you’re not the one spoiling your significant other? Don’t worry, he has other, after dinner things planned as well. 

“I ain’t tryna get too sappy… but I love ya, MC.”

Leviathan:

Oh he dreaded this day so much. He’s not romantic or talented in anything particular. Hell, he can barely remember to kiss you back on most days! But he knew he needed to do something for you. Going out was out of the question, so he decorated his room a bit. He put up some Valentine decorations, blew up some balloons, and made some heart-shaped cookies that he decorated extra well. One of them has your guys’ initials on it with heart shaped sprinkles around. He’s both proud and embarrassed of that one. The main gift, though, is a scrap book he put together of all you guys’ adventures together as of now. Pictures, quotes, inside jokes… they’re all saved in this book. Other than that, he really just hopes to take an easy day with you. Maybe some romantic anime and some much needed cuddling. 

“You’re my Ruri-chan, MC.”

Satan:

Satan is a little old school, but he’s also playful. First, he has a scavenger hunt planned out for you. Follow the notes, solve the riddles, and at the end you’ll find an outfit just for you. Sleek and nice, but not over the top expensive or too elegant. He still wants you to be comfy. Inside the outfit, he’ll ask you to come back to his room where he’ll have a romantic candle lit dinner set up with your favorite foods and soft music playing in the background; you’ll notice that these are your favorite songs. After you sit down, he’ll put a necklace around your neck; heart shaped with your guys’ names engraved. He made it himself with some magic so it truly is one of a kind. The night can go however you want it to, although he does have some lingerie/more revealing outfits he’d like for you to try…

“Happy Valentine’s Day, kitten. Let’s enjoy the evening, just us two.”

Asmodeus:

The minute you wake up, Asmo makes it all about you. First, he’ll take you to a spa day. Full body massages, facials, manicure and pedicure, and of course, a nice hair-do that will come in handy later. Well, not really. It’ll probably be trashed later haha. Of course, he’s sure to take you shopping as well to pick your outfit. A tight suit? A flowy dress? Definitely some thigh highs for your later activities! Don’t think this night will end in just cuddling. He’ll take you out for dinner, although he made sure to prepare the dessert himself, which you will be able to eat either off of him or he off of you. What do you say? 

“You’re blushing, MC…. is this embarrassing for you?”

Beelzebub:

Like Levi, he actually dreaded this day. He’s confused on what to do. Isn’t he supposed to show his love, like, always, every day? He opts for the bouquet of roses and a nice dinner at Ristorante Six. Of course, he ordered their whole menu but he’s actually waiting for you to take everything you want before he ever thinks about digging in. Then, he’d love to dance with you, at which point he apologizes for being unprepared, but really, could you hate this guy for it? He still managed to get you a nice, silver infinity bracelet that will look beautifully on your wrist, although he feels like you deserve so much more. You are a god/dess after all. How you want this night to end is up to you, but just so you know, he does have chocolate sauce and strawberries ready in his room for you. 

“I’m still hungry, but it’s a different kind…”

Belphegor:

He’ll prank you. Not badly, just… he’ll sleep through most of the day, or so you think. What he’s really doing is setting up the attic with fairy lights and rose petals. He’ll get a TV just so you can watch romantic movies together. The pillows will be fluffed and a pile of blankets will be ready for you to hide in, or build a blanket fort with, that’s up to you. Before all that, though, he’ll spill his true feelings for you under the stars, dragging you out onto the roof through the window and making sure you’re nice and secure in his arms, where you belong. It may not be extravagant, or even what you wanted, but he hopes you find comfort in his efforts anyway. Take out?

“You shine brighter than any of these stars… I love you.”  

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #cheys headcanons #asmodeus obey me #belphegor obey me #mammon obey me #obey me lucifer #leviathan obey me #satan obey me #obey me beelzebub

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Laisse tomber les filles 8

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; size kink; age gap; manipulation; sexual acts and dubcon

This is a dark!fic and Lee Bodecker x (short) reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: You find yourself ostracized on campus by your shyness, but your reticence won’t deter an unwanted suitor.

Note: More Lee for y’all. Yesterday was chaotic and I’m exhausted.

Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 As usual, I’d appreciate if you let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

You only owned two dresses; the royal blue tea length sheath you wore to your graduation and the silvery gray A-line with the fuller skirt. You chose the former, the straighter cut more like your usual style, and slid your feet into your mary janes. You pulled on a crochet sweater and paced the small space of your room.

You didn’t want to keep the sheriff waiting, couldn’t, but you were again, ridiculously early. When you thought about your meeting after class, you shook and had to slow your breathing before it got out of control. The look in his eyes, the vice of his hand on your arm, and the timbre in his voice clung to you.

He was the first boy, well man, to ever take interest in you. Maybe that was why it felt so strange. You told yourself that’s what it was as you wrung your hands and checked the small clock next to your bed. Fifteen minutes.

You made yourself sit as you were overwhelmed by the questions brewing in your head. What if he wanted to touch you again? What if you felt that same tickle deep inside? Was it wrong? Could it be if it felt so nice? He said you knew what the two of you were, but you had no idea.

You took your pocketbook and turned out the light. You heard Ellie and Gina in the kitchen but quickly snuck out the main door. You nearly tumbled down the first flight of stairs, taking the last few with your hand on the railing. You got to the door and let yourself out slowly.

The cruiser was already there, waiting for you. You checked your slender watch, five to six. You squeezed the strap of your bag and played with the bottom of your sweater. Lee emerged from his car and opened the passenger door, waiting patiently as he wished you a good evening. His tone as if your last meeting had been just as cordial.

You stopped and stared at him as you approached. He smiled and tilted his head as he leaned on the door.

“What’sa matter, honey pie?” he asked.

You searched his expression, the shadow of his hat casting sinister lines under his eyes. 

“I thought you were mad--”

“Oh, honey, that was just a little tiff,” he purred, “I can’t stay mad at a pretty little thing like you.”

You nodded and bit down on your reticence. You sat in the car and sidled open as he shut the door. He went around and got in the other side. He took his hat off and smoothed his hair. He put the hat between you and turned the keys.

“Now don’t go blabbering telling everyone I let you sit in the front on duty,” he chided as he steered away from the curb, “else I’ll have to keep you in the back like a bad girl.”

You frowned and uttered a vow that you wouldn’t. You watched campus pass outside and Lee came to a stop as a group of students crossed ahead of him. He peered over at you and reached over to touch the sleeve of your sweater.

“You look nice,” he remarked, “very nice… I could eat you up but I was saving room for shakes.”

“I’m not very hungry,” you said quietly, “thank you.”

“Whatcha bein’ so sad for, girl?” he asked tersely as he pressed down on the gas.

You shook your head and kept your eyes out the window. It was so confusing how he could act like nothing happened. How one moment he was demanding and decisive and the next coaxing and coddling. Well, your mother always said that men were impossible to understand.

“Don’t you be shy with me, you know me, honey,” he coaxed, “I only been nice to you, haven’t I? I take you out, I make you dinner, buy you pretty clothes.”

“I know, I said, er, I said thank you and I can’t…” you shrugged and let out a breath, “sure, I’ll have vanilla.”

He was quiet as he drove past the welcome to campus sign and turned out onto the main way.

“You can always tell me what’s wrong, honey,” he said softly, “if there’s anything you need. I wanna take care of you.”

“I…” you sniffed and looked away from the window, “I’m not your daughter, I got a father.”

“Oh no,” he scoffed, “you ever do what we done with your father?”

“You don’t need to take care of me. I’m supposed to be… grown up,” you insisted.

“Look, we ain’t gotta talk about this now, I was gonna wait til the shakes,” he replied as his hand gripped the wheel so tightly you heard the leather groan, “I got a surprise and you’re gonna spoil it.”

“Alright,” you mumbled, “I won’t ruin it then.”

He pulled in the shake shop and you played with the clasp of your purse, pushing it open then snapping it shut nervously. He ordered and you waited in pendulous silence, swinging between dread and pure anxiety. What did he mean a surprise? Everything he did surprised you.

He handed you your cup and you sipped through the straw to distract yourself. The sugary drink cooled your stomach as it washed over your tongue. Lee played with the radio and slurped noisily. 

‘Kiss me my darling, Be mine tonight Tomorrow will be too late, It's now or never My love won't wait.’

Elvis Presley’s deep tone rose from the radio and the lyrics made you squirm. You never really listened to the words before. You liked the beat but you were unsettled by the urgency of the lyrics and melody together.

The song ended and another began to play, followed by the radio host chatting about new sounds and new bands. You couldn’t follow his over pronounced words as your leg jiggled nervously. The silence, the anticipation of whatever it was Lee had planned, was worse than anything.

He plunked his empty cup down on the other side of him and hummed in approval, “wasn’t that good, honey?”

He slid over the seat until he was almost against you. You bit the end of the straw and nodded. You had only a mouthful or two left but you couldn’t get it down. He cleared his throat and shoved his hand under his jacket and hesitated.

“So, uh, I wanted to… show you how much I like you, honey, since we’re goin’ steady now,” he said as your brow crinkled in confusion. Steady? Is that what this was? “I got you this.”

He took out a box and opened it carefully. It was a slender rosy gold ring with a single small stone of aquamarine nestled in the middle of silver rose. You gaped at it as your face played at your curiosity and concern.

“It’s a promise ring,” he took the ring, “don’t you like it? Pretty little flower like you, honey pie.”

You put your cup in the corner where the seat met the side of the car. He took your left hand before you could react and slipped the ring on gently. He tilted your hand to admire it in the dimming light and kissed your knuckle.

“You like it, don’t you, honey?” he asked as he let you go.

You held your hand up and stared at the ring. You own only a few pieces of jewelry, all fake and all hand-me-downs. You could tell this was real but that wasn’t as daunting as the meaning.

“Don’t worry, it’s just a place keeper,” he continued as he slipped his arm over your shoulders and you tensed, “I’ll buy you something even nicer for when I pop the question.”

“What?”

“Mmm, honey, you know I’m gonna marry you, don’t ya?” he purred as he reached to your right hand and pushed his fingers between yours, “I wouldn’t ever mistreat you like that.”

“I…” your breath went out of you. Marriage? You were still in college, you weren’t even twenty, and Lee, he was divorced and older than your father.

“It’s okay, that’s not just yet, I just…” he hesitated, but he never struggled for words. It felt ingenuine, “I also wanted to apologise for earlier. I don’t like to be angry with ya, honey pie.”

You were silent as he clung to your hand and your other strained as you felt the band with your thumb. You couldn’t think straight, your head was spinning and your vision blurred oddly. It all felt too fast. The world needed to slow down.

“I’m sorry, honey, do you forgive me?” he asked as his thumb caressed the back of your hand.

You peeked up at him and nodded, quickly dropping your chin again to stare at the dashboard. He leaned over and kissed the top of your head.

“Good,” he hummed, “‘cause I think I’m falling for ya.”

#lee bodecker #dark lee bodecker #dark!lee bodecker #lee bodecker x reader #the devil all the time #au #laisse tomber les filles #college au #series #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #this chapter made me go ew

[arvinsescape]

Never too late.

A/N: I hope you enjoy!! I have not proofread this so i apologise in advance!! 💕💕

Summary: Tom messed up a long time ago but can he fix it?

Warnings: Swearing.

W/C: 4.2K.

When Isabelle had asked you to be her maid of honour you took the role immediately, wanting to be there for your best friend. It wasn’t until a few days later that you realised who you may have to interact with throughout the planning and on the day. You were currently getting coffee with Isabelle when the question slipped from your mouth, you hadn’t meant to spoil the atmosphere as you discussed flower arrangements.

“So, um, who did Haz pick as best man?” The question came out before you could stop it. Isabelle carefully placed her coffee down and looked at you with a sad smile.

“I was gonna tell you Y/N/N, I’m sorry.” She said, confirming that it was indeed the man you’d hoped it wasn’t.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.” You apologised, guilt settling in your stomach as she reached over and took your hand in hers.

“No, I should have said. I just, well I don’t know, it’s been what? Three years? I thought you’d have gotten over it, no offence.”

“We never had closure, we just argued and that was it. We haven’t spoken since.” You shrugged and Isabelle smiled sadly again.

“Did you want it? Closure?”

“Not at first but then every time I saw him afterwards just brought it all back up, brought up how much I loved him and how much it hurt when we ended things.” You said as you bit your lip, sadness now settling in your chest. It wasn’t often you spoke about Tom, you couldn’t, every time it would make you cry and you could never explain why.

“Y/N?” Isabelle asked quietly and you looked at her, telling her to continue. “Are you? Do you still have feelings for him?” She asked and you shrugged before finishing your now luke warm beverage.

“I don’t think so, like you say it’s been three years. I’ve always put it down to not getting closure.”

“Maybe talk to him? This would be a good opportunity, you’re going to have to see each other a lot.” She suggested and you shook your head.

“No, after the way we left things, I’m not sure that’d be a good idea. I’m not doing anything to ruin your big day, I’ll be civil, I promise.”

**

You were meeting Haz and Isabelle for a meal to discuss how they wanted the day to go, making your way into the restaurant. You knew he’d be there and you were already prepared for your mind to throw you back to that night but of course all the preparation meant nothing when your eyes fell on him. Your heart twisting as you swallowed thickly and made your way to the table, doing your best to stay composed and civil.

You’d seen Tom several times after the break up, you ran in the same circles, same friends and your respective best friends were getting married. You’d seen him but always managed to avoid him, this time you couldn’t. You exchanged pleasantries and sat down, zoning out as your mind wandered back to that night.

“You’re such a fucking dick Tom.” You huffed as you shut the door to your flat. Tom making his way into the living room.

“I’m here aren’t I?” He fired back, irritated, you’d already argued over text.

“After having to be reminded yeah.” You said and he rounded on you, eyes holding anger towards you.

“I forgot okay? I’m a human being. It’s perfectly human to forget things.” He snapped back. You wish he hadn’t come over now, wish you hadn’t have reminded him of your movie night you’d planned.

“This is the third date you’ve forgotten.” You pointed out and he huffed as he rolled his eyes.

“I’m busy, you know that.”

“So am I and I still turn up to things we’ve planned. Believe it or not Tom, I actually remember I’m in a relationship.” You said as you stormed past him and into your living room.

“Can you just drop it? I’m tired and I’ve had a long day, I’m here now.” He said following after you.

“Sure. I’ll drop it, I’ll just bring it up next time yeah?” You shouted and his nostrils flared as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Stop being so difficult.”

“Difficult? Me? You’re the one who’s seemingly unavailable all the fucking time.”

“That’s not true. I make time for you.” Tom snapped out as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Bullshit. You used to, I’ll give you that but recently? It’s like you’d rather be anywhere else but here.” It was true that in the last month you’d hardly seen him.

“Maybe I do want to be elsewhere.” He shouted and your stomach dropped a little, it was different hearing it confirmed.

“What?” You asked a slight sadness to your voice but he was too angry to notice.

“You heard. You’re so needy and fucking irritating at the minute. It doesn’t matter what I do, you start a fight anyway.” He ranted and your heart stopped. Needy? Irritating?

“Well you’re hardly Mr fucking perfect.”

“You’re right I’m not. I’m fucking human. I know you want me to be this man who does nothing but put you first all the goddam time but that’s not always how situations work Y/N. I have a life outside of this relationship.”

“Yeah I get that, I do. But fuck Tom, I ask for one night of your time and you forget. Or is that even true? Is that you forgot or you just can’t be bothered?”

“You’re ridiculous. You know what? I don’t know if I can do this anymore?” What?

“What?”

“This, us. All we do is fight, I can’t do a single fucking thing that makes you happy. God damn Y/N, last week you got angry with me because I arrived a few hours later than I was supposed to. I would’ve understood had it not been for the fact that I got held up, my flight got delayed.”

“All you had to do was text, that’s all I wanted.” You said, sadness settling in your chest whereas Tom just seemed angry at the situation.

“I did! That’s why I was so fucking pissed off, it’s not my fault you never received it. What else could I have done?”

“Maybe you’re right.” You said.

“What?” Tom snapped out and you let your eyes brim with tears.

“Get out Tom.” You said.

“So I come over to get kicked straight back out, well fan fucking tastic.” He snapped with another roll of his eyes.

“No, I mean get out and don’t come back.” You said and Tom’s face fell.

“Wait, Y/N/N, are you,”

“Yeah,” you interrupted. “This isn’t working anymore, you’re right. Now can you please just leave?” You snapped as you looked at him, he looked at you hesitantly as if he was about to say something but he never did. He composed himself as huffed as he left with a slam of your flat door.

You’d always wondered what he was going to say, you knew he was going to. Maybe that’s why you found it so hard when you saw him, that wonder about what he would have said, would it have changed anything? Was he going to say something nasty, something to try and fix it? You never contacted one another afterwards, returning each other’s belongings through Isabelle and Harrison.

“Y/N/N?” Harrison asked as he waved his hand in front of your face, pulling you from your thoughts as you looked at him. “You okay?”

“Yeah, sorry. Long day.” You said, you could feel Tom’s eyes on you but couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.

“So, wedding guests.” Haz continued as he clapped his hands together. “You guys are gonna spend most of the day together.” He said as he gestured between you and Tom.

“If that’s okay?” Isabelle added as she looked at you with concern.

“Of course, it’s your wedding day.” You smiled as you tried to ignore the pounding in your head at the thought of having to spend an entire day interacting with the man across from you.

“Brilliant.” Harrison said, he knew you and Tom had ended on bad terms but probably assumed you’d both gotten over it. You wondered deep down if you had.

The dinner flew by and you couldn’t have rushed off to your house soon enough. Wanting to leave behind the awkward tension between you and Tom, maybe this was going to be harder than you first thought.

**

It was the day of the wedding and excitement was bubbling around the church. You were all made up in your bridesmaid dress, hair pulled up into an intricate style as you watched Isabelle pull on her wedding dress.

“You look beautiful.” You gasped as you handed her the bouquet of flowers. “If Haz doesn’t cry I think I might snatch you up for myself.” You joked and Isabelle smiled shyly. Her hair was pulled up into a bun, pins with diamonds twinkling under the lights, beautiful white wedding dress that fell elegantly around the floor.

“I’m nervous.” She admitted as she squeezed your hand.

“Don’t be. Harrison loves you, you’re gonna be so happy.” You said as you squeezed her hands back. A knock pulling you from your moment. It wasn’t long before Isabelle’s dad made an appearance, stopping as he saw his daughter.

“You look, oh my goodness, you look beautiful.” He said in awe as he embraced her, wiping at his eyes that were now full of tears.

“Thank you dad.”

“That boy has no idea how lucky he is.”

You followed her to the alter, her hand firmly grasping her father’s forearm as they linked arms. You were behind her as you made your way up the aisle, you couldn’t stop your eyes drifting to Tom and you watched as his widened, he was already looking at you. Harrison and Isabelle had made the decision to have the dress rehearsal but keep everyone’s attire a secret for the day, Tom hadn’t seen you in your bridesmaid dress.

The ceremony was beautiful, Harrison cried, well almost everyone cried as they watched the loving couple say their ‘I do’s’ and share their first kiss as a married couple. They made their way down the alter and you let out a shaky breath as Tom approached you, offering his arm out for you to take. You looped your arm through his as you plastered possibly the fakest smile you’d ever given.

“You look beautiful.” You heard Tom’s voice and you looked at him as you continued to follow Harrison and Isabelle. All bridesmaids now having been paired up with another of the groomsmen. Of course you and Tom had to pair up being in the positions you were.

“Thank you.” You said as you bit your lip and he gave you a small smile. You’d always been able to read Tom, always had a connection with him that was unexplainable. He seemed almost sad. He wasn’t giving off his usual vibe, not that anyone else would notice, he really is a good actor, just not good enough to fool you.

The lunch had gone really well, no hiccups, everything ran smoothly. The décor looked amazing, blue and white flowers decorating the table in beautiful glass vases in the middle of each table. You were sat next to Tom, making conversation with Tuwaine who was placed at your other side. The room falling into silence as the speeches started. Harrison’s was beautiful, Isabelle’s father’s just as much and now it was Tom’s turn. You wiped at your eye, the speeches having been so beautiful they’d brought tears to your eyes.

“I’m very happy to be here today and share this happy couples day with all of you. I am beyond grateful that you asked me to be such a huge part of it Harrison, being your best man has been and always will be an honour.” Tom started and Harrison smiled up at him.

“You just have to promise I’ll be your best man.” Harrison teased and Tom breathed out a laugh.

“Done. Your wife looks incredible I want to add, such a beautiful couple. I’ve known Harrison since we were kids and I let me tell you, I have an incredible amount of embarrassing stories involving this young man. Like the time he got so excited when we went bowling that he fell onto the alley, got a strike but of course it didn’t count. Or the time he got so angry playing golf that he threw a club at the floor and almost knocked himself out when it bounced back up.” Tom said which pulled a laugh from the room.

It did a strange thing to you, you were there that day he almost hit himself on the golf course, god knows how he’d done it. The memory of you and Tom laughing as Tom had his arms locked around your waist, you shook your head from the thoughts.

“I could go on but I’ll save his dignity.” Tom teased as Harrison flipped him off, Tom read the paper in his hands before stuffing it back into his pocket, you assumed he’d almost finished.

“I’ve always been jealous of Harrison in a way. He found something good and he kept hold of it, he fought for it and made sure he kept it. These guys have been through some tough times, they truly have and they’ve both seen the other side of it. Harrison has always been better than me when it comes to admitting fault, taking responsibility for his actions, something I’ve never been good at. Watching these two and how in love they are with each other has made me really think about myself as a person and all the stupid things I’ve done in life, the things I’ve lost through my own stubbornness. You really have taught me a lot about love and soulmates, I’m just glad you didn’t make the same mistake I did.” Tom said and you found yourself staring at him, as if he was the only person in the room.

Your eyes met Isabelle’s and she looked just as blown away as you did, Harrison looking up at his best friend with a knowing look. Tuwaine leant over and placed a handkerchief in your hand.

“Here, you’re gonna smudge your makeup.” He said and it only just occurred to you that you were crying, more than you had at any of the other speeches. Was he talking about you? You doubted it, he’s had plenty of girlfriends in the three years since you’d split. You only half listened as Tom finished his speech as he sat back down next to you, the room applauding him as they fell into their own conversations.

“That was,” you said as you cleared your throat. “That was really beautiful Tom.”

“Thank you.”

**

The wedding party continued on, it was now the evening do, the night drawing closer to the first dance, the last interaction you had to have with Tom and you felt nervous. The tension between the two of you thick after his speech, you weren’t sure if he felt it too and you had got it al wrong. Maybe you just wished he was talking about you, he clearly was referring to someone.

Tom took your hand in his as you joined the married couple in the first dance. Couples slowly joining as Tom placed his hands on your waist and you placed yours on his shoulders. To say you weren’t an actor you were doing well at hiding your feelings.

“You really do look beautiful.” Tom said, eyes finding yours.

“Thank you. You’re speech really was beautiful.” You always were one to give credit where it was due. He shrugged.

“Thanks, I read it online somewhere, I’m no good at writing that soppy shit.” He laughed and you breathed out a laugh. Oh.

It wasn’t long before you finished, Tom leaving you instantly and you missed being in his arms instantly. He disappeared most of the night, you only catching glimpses of him every so often.

“Y/N, you look beautiful.” Sam said as he joined you on the dancefloor.

“Thanks Sam.” You’d not seen him in a long time.

“How’d you like Tom’s speech?” He asked and you furrowed your brows, why was he asking you that?

“It was beautiful.” You admitted and Sam smiled.

“Yeah, I helped him write that.” He admitted. What?

“He said he got help online.” You said utterly confused.

“That’s bullshit.” Sam laughed. “I helped him write that whole thing. That part about being jealous of Harrison? Not what I helped him write, that was completely off script.” Sam said and you stopped your dancing as you looked at him.

“What?”

“Oh come on, that was completely pulled from his heart. You know Tom, that was completely unscripted.”

“Yeah, but he’s had a lot of girlfriends, why would I care?” You said and Sam burst into a fit of laughter at that.

“I thought you knew?” Sam said and you looked at him seriously.

“Knew what?”

“About Tom? About what happened on the stag do?” He said matching your seriousness.

“No?” You fished and Sam huffed.

“He was hammered okay. But he got all emotional and said some stuff about you.” Sam admitted and your furrow deepened.

“What did he say?”

“He regrets the way things ended. Regrets letting you go, said he wished he’d have stayed, told you how much you meant to him. Fought for you. Y/N, he was thinking about asking you to marry him.” Sam continued and your eyes blew wide at that.

“We were twenty-two Sam.” You said and he shrugged.

“We said that but he said it was irrelevant, he knew he’d found his person in you. He said he doesn’t think he’ll ever love anyone like he loved you, he’s tried.” Sam informed you. “I honestly thought someone had told you.” He said as he took in your shocked state.

“No.” You squeaked out.

“Y/N, he’s my brother and trust me, he’s an idiot at the best of times. But I know he loves you, it shocked all of us when he turned into an emotional mess over a relationship that ended three years ago. I think seeing you and the whole wedding put a lot into perspective for him.”

“But why now?” You asked and Sam looked at you seriously.

“Y/N, I think he realises this could have been your wedding. You were both young and stubborn and I stand by that fact but if things had turned out differently. If he’d stayed that night this could have been you and I think he’s realised that.” Sam said as he brought a hand to your cheek and wiped your tears out of your eyes. “Go find him. Talk to him.” He said and you realised you had to, after that revelation you had to. You owed it to the both of you.

“Thanks Sam.”

**

Half an hour it took you to find him, half an hour of running around looking for him until you eventually found the curly haired boy. He was on the roof, sat on the edge, looking out over the grounds of the manor house Harrison had booked for the wedding night. You had a room booked along with most of the guests.

Your heart was pounding as you let the door shut and your palms felt sweaty but your heart felt lifted at Sam’s revelation.

“I’m not so sure the best man is supposed to disappear.” You said and Tom snapped his head to look at you as you approached. Holding out a hand for you to take as you very carefully placed yourself next to him. The view was breathtaking, he’d always found comfort in the countryside, a complete juxtaposition to his life in cities.

“Probably not but I don’t think Haz will notice. I am planning on going back, just needed a breather.”

“Are you okay?” You asked seriously, you noted his slightly dampened mood all day.

“I never could get past you could I?” He asked with a breathy laugh.

“Nope.” You laughed in return and he smiled at you.

“Just thinking.” He admitted and you hummed.

“I spoke to Sam.” You said after a while and Tom sighed as his ran a hand through his hair.

“Figured it’d be him that told you. How much did he tell you?” Tom asked and you looked at him, admiring how beautiful he was and he really was, always had been.

“Everything, well I assume so. Is it true?” You asked and Tom looked back at you.

“Which part?”

“About the proposal thing?”

“Yeah.” He admitted and you furrowed your brows.

“Why’d you never come back? Say something?” You asked and Tom sighed.

“Because I was a fucking stupid child that’s why. Completely fucked up my chances with you.” Tom said and you nodded slightly in agreement with him, you weren’t blameless.

“Maybe not completely.” You said and Tom’s eyes widened.

“You mean?”

“I don’t think I ever really stopped loving you. I always thought it was closure I needed and then Sam said wat he said and I realised it was everything I wanted to hear. I tried to find the same connection with other men but I just couldn’t and I wondered if it was because I wanted closure with you. It took me until today to realise that deep down it was actually just you I wanted.” You said as a tear slipped from Tom’s eye and you were quick to catch it.

“I’ve never found that connection either. God, fuck, I’ve never loved anyone like I love you.” He said your heart soared.

“Still?” You asked and he nodded. “Me too.” You admitted and he smiled.

“I don’t deserve you.”

“You do. We deserve to be happy in life Tom and you made me so happy. The happiest I’d ever been.” You said. “I was difficult because I was so scared, scared that you’d leave me, find someone else. You got this whole knew life, you were Spiderman, meeting models, all these women I couldn’t compete with.”

“You were never in competition. It doesn’t matter how many other women I met, they were never you, they could never be you. They didn’t understand me like you did. Y/N, there was and is never gonna be anyone else like you.” You were both crying now, happiness surrounding you.

“What were you gonna say? That night?” You needed to know.

“I was about to get on my knees and fucking beg you to let me stay. My stubbornness got in the way, I thought you could do better, have someone who was there for you all the time. Someone who didn’t forget dates and keep you waiting.” He admitted before he continued. “But if I ever got a do over in life that’s where I’d go, I’d get on my knees and beg you to let me stay, let me keep you.”

“Oh Tom.” You sighed out and he smiled shyly as you leant your forehead against his.

“I should have tried, should have fought for you but I was an idiot. I didn’t realise how much so until it was too late.”

“It’s never too late Tom.”

“I hope not because I want you Y/N, I want you back.”

“Kiss me.” You practically begged and he complied, his lips finding your own. His arms slipped around your waist as he pulled you flush against him. Your hands finding his hair as you threaded your fingers though it. The kiss was sweet but fiery, a kiss of two lovers reuniting as he pulled away and his lips found your neck as he kissed it, you moved your head to give him more access.

“I love you.” He said as he peppered his kisses back up to your lips.

“I love you Tom.” You returned as you deepened the kiss. Missing the way he felt, loving the way you molded against him and the amount of passion behind the kiss, something you’d not experienced in almost three years. No man had ever ignited you the way Tom did.

“Oi, oi! I fucking knew it.” You heard screamed from far below you as you both pulled apart and looked down at Harrison. He was outside smoking a cigarette and he’d obviously caught you both.

“Piss off.” Tom laughed back down as you placed your head on his chest and laughed.

“Izzy, baby, we don’t have to pull that bullshit about double booked rooms, you can let your cousin know there’s a free room.” Harrison shouted in his wife’s direction and you and Tom laughed.

“Wanna go back in princess?” Tom asked and you nodded as he stood before making sure you got up safely. “I owe you a proper dance.”

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House Trained

a collab with @reallyshey 💗

shigaraki x dabi x reader

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CW: nsfw duh 🙄 piss 🥰 vaginal sex anal sex unprotected sex, cat hybrid Shigaraki, darker tags under the cut...beware

PSA: I was NOT a part of the shit or vomit, so do NOT request that pls 🥰 it's pretty obvious I didn't write it cause it's so good I could never write that well 🥲, blood, pain anal, spikey dick hehe 😼 punishment (locked in a cage) umm all done? slight dubcon…???Coercion...????

The concept of human and animal mixing themselves wasn’t something new but science made that too close to reality. Now a hybrid was the common pet for many- the perfect balance for those who wanted children but simply weren’t equipped with the time or the money. Those cute angelic human faces, with ears poking out from-

And Tomura had squatted and was pissing on the couch. Y/N couldn’t help but rub her eyebrow in frustration. It was like she had just cleaned that yesterday! At this rate, she may as well throw out the couch. And she loved her little kitty, of course! But it was getting ridiculous.

It was like taking care of a child who'd never been potty trained. She couldn't put him in diapers either. He’d be humiliated and pissed off at her for god knows how long. So she had to take him to the bathroom about once every two hours. Sometimes he’d make a fuss and pee on the bath mat on purpose, but other times, he was compliant. She found that pushing on his bladder a little helped when he was feeling stubborn.

It hadn’t always been so routine, though. At first, he was mortified at the prospects of Y/N watching him pee. It's gross! She wasn’t supposed to see him do that! In hindsight, maybe getting him so comfortable with that was a mistake. He was brave enough to go in front of her no matter where. She should have just locked Tomura in the bathroom and listened to him to make sure he went but no.

Of course, she had to baby him. He would rub up against her leg all day, purring. He’d lay beside her at night and beg for praise, and she couldn't deny him because he's just oh so cute. Things really took a turn when he started calling her mommy. That definitely flipped a switch for her. Y/N was so easily manipulated by him, and neither of them realized. Shigaraki thought he just had the perfect mommy, and Y/N just thought she had the perfect baby boy.

She loved her cute cat hybrid, but he even had some funny habits. For example, he was still a young cat- about twenty-two-ish in human years. But even so, she’d never bothered to get him spayed. It hurt her feelings to even think about it. She tried talking to him about it, but he only cried and cried and cried until she promised him she wouldn’t.

And even then, her little baby wasn’t aggressive. The worst-case scenario was this- his spaying and genuine accidents. He took out his sexual desires on her pillow, humping it, kneading it, and biting down on it. His tail twitched in a specific way Y/N had learned to recognize whenever it was obvious he was getting aroused, whether from her belly rubs or simply the passing of time.

He was strictly an indoor hybrid too- Y/N believed in keeping her hybrid safe from passing cars, especially when he didn’t know any better. I mean, how the fuck was he supposed to protect himself? He’s so codependent on her. Tomura crawls across the floor and clings to her leg more often than not. He tugs on Y/N’s clothes for food and has to have at least twelve good night kisses. He’s pampered and spoiled and so happy he found a good mommy.

Y/N would kill anyone or anything who would dare hurt her precious boy. He was so sweet and defenseless. Only a monster would hurt someone so sweet. But Y/N knew the world was full of monsters. She's not näive. Her parents were a good example. They had unprompted hate towards her boyfriend at the time and his family until it tore their relationship apart.

He was the one keeping her sane, keeping her grounded but their hatred got in the way. They had planned on adopting a hybrid before, they even decided to name him Tomura. Y/N wasn't hung up on him, she had her little kitty to love! But the name was still sentimental. If only he had kept talking to her, they could have had a life together, but he ghosted her completely and their last conversation was something mundane.

She’s brought back to reality by something soft rubbing her leg, she looks down to find Tomura smiling up at her.

“Mommy, you forgot to take me to the bathroom, meow,” he says calmly, as though peeing on the couch was a completely reasonable response to that.

She sighs, “Next time, just remind me, Tomu, just please stop peeing on the couch,”

He nods and rubs against her leg a bit more, “I’ll be a good boy, mommy,” he promises, knowing he’s going to break it, “Pet me please, meow.”

It’s not really a question, and more a demand: his tail swishes when she sits down on the floor with him. He nuzzled into her hand as she scratched behind his ears. Getting the couch cleaned all the time was expensive and embarrassing. What do the neighbors think every time they see it pull into their driveway?

Y/N finally caves, and, opening her phone, calls the first business with “Animal Trainer” next to it. It looked like a serious business and was rated five stars. It didn’t even look that expensive either! Even so, she had to get him to stop acting out like this.

“Hello?” She says once the phone stops ringing.

“Yes, this is Dabi speaking. How can I help you today?” A voice responds on the other side, thick and gruff. He sounded like he’d smoked for quite a few years (that or he had just gotten out of bed).

“Hi, this is Y/N. I’m calling because my cat hybrid is spaying and pissing everywhere. He’s not fixed, and I promised him I wouldn’t do that to him. I need to get him to stop. I can’t keep cleaning but I’m not going to give him up to the shelter either.”

There’s a moment of silence on the other line. “A bad kitty. I can fix that. You’ll need to chip in, of course.”

She hesitates and looks over at Tomura who is starting to rub against her legs, curious about what and who she’s talking to. “Of course. When’s the soonest you can come over?”

“How about right now?”

“Perfect. Here’s my address.”

-

Dabi walks through the door, and her mouth falls open.

“You,” She says in surprise and in shock.

He grins devilishly, “Me, it's nice to see you, sweetheart.”

She scoffs, “It’s nice to see me? You stopped talking to me after we dated for almost a year!”

“It’s not my fault you changed your number and didn’t tell me,” He snaps back at her, his irritation growing. He grew sick of the disconnected response from the phone too quickly for her to joke about this.

“I never changed my-” She stops, “Oh.”

His face softens too, “It was your parents, huh?”

“Yeah,” she says, looking up at him.

Y/N wraps her arms around Touya hesitantly, and he does the same. Meanwhile, Tomura sits there in shock. Who was this man cuddling with mommy? He’d have to drench the whole house to get this guy’s scent off, and what’s in the bag?

“And this is Tomura,” She introduces. He looks up at the mention of his name, letting out a confused meow.

He grins- Y/N really knows how to pick them. This was the name they promised they’d name their own little hybrid all those years ago when they made plans to marry. So even if she was angry...

“Hey, little guy,” Touya says, trying to be friendly.

That was pretty easy when a cute kitty is staring up at you. But not so easy when he hisses at you and mutters profanities. He frowns. This was gonna be a lot of work.

“Hey,” he says, turning away from the pissed-off kitten, “I’ll give you a discount, how's three hundred sound?”

Her eyes light up, “Three hundred sounds fantastic! Thank you, Touya!”

She hugs him again and Shigaraki wants to yell but...mommy seems so happy with this... this stranger. And he doesn't want to make her sad, so he crawls away and mopes in her room, curling up in her bed and burying his face in her blankets. Does she love him? Is he going to stay? He wouldn't blame Y/N; this Touya person is rather cute but still. She doesn't notice her missing kitty while she continues to work out the details with Touya.

“Y/N, down to business. Why is your hybrid causing you problems? You said something about spaying? Tell me about it.”

“So what happens is that he goes around peeing everywhere! I used to be able to help him go to the bathroom, but now he just goes wherever he wants, whenever he wants! I looked it up and it sounds like spaying, but it’s full-on piss sometimes too.”

Touya is quiet for a moment, thinking, “So he sees you as a mate and he’s trying to mark his territory to ward off another male. Have you invited anybody over recently?” He asks, trying to grasp the situation.

Y/N shakes her head. He saw her as a mate?! “No, I try not to. My house smells like piss thanks to Mister Whiskers.” She huffs.

“He probably sensed another hybrid then from the outside. Possibly a feral. The best way to get him to stop is to make him think he already owns you. I’ll call hybrid control too. It’s not a good place for hybrids on the streets.” He says, pulling out his own phone and sending a text.

“Okay then. How do we do that?”

“It’s quite easy,” he says, “Let's go find Tomura first.”

He heads upstairs to where he assumes Tomura’s hiding. The smell of pee intensifies as he gets closer to what he assumes is your room. He opens the door to see Tomura curled on the bed, frowning.

“See how territorial he is?” Touya points out, “He already sees me as a threat even though I've just walked in the door.”

Y/N nods, but she’s still in disbelief. Tomura sees her as his mate? That's ridiculous. Although, if what Touya’s saying is true, she really wouldn't mind. She’d always had a crush on Tomura, I mean just look at him! He’s cute and so cuddly. The adorable ears and fluffy hair really add onto the whole cute kitty image. He’s so smart too. And kind. Their relationship isn't one-sided at all, he takes care of Y/N and she takes care of him.

Touya nudges her towards the bed, and she sits next to him. They both look at each other for a while, and Touya doesn't interrupt. They need to go at their own paces, for now at least. Y/N finally reaches a hand out to scratch behind his ears, and Tomura starts to purr again. It feels like Y/N is the only one in the room. He doesn't even notice Touya until he sits on the other side of him.

He wants to hiss and scratch at him, but Y/N is scratching his head just the way he likes.

“Hey buddy,” Touya says, reaching out to rub soothing circles on his back, “You love Y/N a whole lot, huh?”

Tomura nods, still suspicious of the man sitting with them.

“She’s your mate, isn't she?” he says, fingers trailing across his neck to scratch the back of his head, “You've got a nice pretty mate Tomura. She’s all yours, sweetie,”

Mate?! How did Touya know how he felt about y/n? They barely said a word to each other.

“Mate,” he nods, grabbing onto Y/N’s thigh.

He worms his hands between the mattress and her soft thighs and squeezes it in his arms, laying his head on it.

“Mate,” he purrs, happy that he’s able to say it out loud, “Mommy’s such a pretty mate.”

Touya nods; this is good. They're making progress.

“Now Y/N, why don't you lie down on the bed,” Touya instructs.

She does as told and lies on her back, trying to relax. She tenses up again when his fingers tug down her pants. She tries to grab his hand and stop him but he bats it away.

“Do you want your house to smell like piss for the rest of your life, or are you gonna let me help you?” He asks, raising an eyebrow.

She nods and lets him pull down her pants.

“Are you sure this is necessary?” she asks, not enjoying the cold air on her cunt nor the fact that she was nearly naked in front of both of them.

“Completely necessary,” he assures her.

Next to go is her shirt, then her bra until she’s lying completely naked in front of them. When he starts to strip Tomura down, she gets worried. Why is Tomura suddenly so compliant with Touya? He was ready to flip his shit just minutes ago. Touya guides Tomura to kneel between Y/N’s legs and wiggles his spiked cock out of its little pouch. Tomura mewls softly; he’s never felt someone else touch him there before.

“Now, why don’t you rub mommy’s pussy right,” he guides Tomura’s hand to her clit, “There.”

He looks confused but does as he’s told. Obviously, Tomura doesn't do it well enough. The nerves and inexperienced hands don’t do anything to get Y/N aroused. Too bad so sad, he’s here to fix a problem, not make it pleasurable. He lines up Tomura’s cock, and Y/N finally pieces together what's happening. Her breathing picks up and her eyes widen. Surely he wasn’t really going to have Tomura fuck her, right? That would hurt! Like really really hurt!

But the look of excitement in his eyes made her feel guilty. He wants this so badly and he loves her so much. If this was going to help him she’d just have to take it. So when Touya helps him poke the tip of his cock in, she’s already white-knuckled from gripping the sheets. She whimpers when more of it starts to go in; it felt like the branch of an English hawthorn was forcing itself inside of her. At the same time, the tiny, sharp thorns on his cock were tickling her G-spot.

She wasn't ready when he started to fuck into her, he was over the moon with joy whilst she was crying out in pain. Tomura can’t decide between yowling, meowing, or moaning so he chooses a mixture of all three. All of his little noises are adorable; the whines and whimpers of her name make her try to smile through all of the pain.

“Gotta...breed mommy,” he pants, “Breed mommy!”

Her eyes widened.

“No sweetie,” she says, squeezing her eyes shut and trying not to focus on the pain, “You can’t breed a mommy baby. Please don’t Tomura.”

“Hey,” Touya says, “do you want this to work or not?”

She whines in defeat and lets him keep fucking her.

“Breed, mommy,” he chants, happier than ever.

Everything's “fine” until he decides to bite her tit.

“Ow! Tomura, no!” she cries, trying to push his head away, but Touya holds her hands in place.

“You can’t deny him Y/N. It won't work if you do,” he tuts.

She tries to squirm away, but Touya keeps his grip on her firm, and the cold hands of death couldn't pry Tomura away from her. So she cries and moans and prays that he’ll cum and get this over with. Touya lets go of her hands and climbs behind Tomura. What was he doing back there?

Y/N doesn’t even have a moment to be confused as Touya unbuckles his pants, Tomura grinding at her pussy, his sharp barbs and accurate aims make the pain and the pleasure simply too much for her brain to work. He doesn’t even take off his shirt, or slide them down, just pulls out his cock from his jeans and shoves it into the cute tight, and unsuspecting hole in front of him.

“Meow! Mommy! It hurts! Meow!” Tomura cries, yowling in pain as his virgin hole is penetrated. Touya’s cock is massive- at least twelve inches in length. Despite Tomura’s small size, she can still feel Touya against her own stomach, the way his cock burrowed a hole into Tomura, in through one end and attempting to force its way out the other.

“Look at that cute little pussy. It’s all nice and red for Master''. Tomura was bleeding! He meowed, feeling the trickling down his thighs as Touya pushed himself into Tomura, again and again, forcing Tomura to keep fucking Y/N despite the pain that he was in. As she gets wetter it’s easier for her to talk and think. She cradles Tomura’s head in her arms and lets it fall into the crook of her neck.

“How is this helping?” she asks, still crying from the pain of Tomura’s cock in her.

“Um, it’s keeping him inside of you? Listen, I don't fucking know. I just wanted to fuck him, ” Touya laughs, before pausing, “Or even bitch him if it works.” Leaning down to trail kisses up Tomura’s neck, he coos “Who’s my pretty boy?”

“I am, ” he sobs, “Mommy, please, it hurts. But it feels so good just- just make it stop mommy please.”

“I can't, sweetie. I’m sorry,” she says, kissing the side of his head, “It’ll feel good soon, Tomura, I promise.”

He bites her tit again, not as hard as before, and tries to stifle the sounds of his crying. How could he be a good mate if he was so weak? He doesn't deserve her. He should give her up to Touya; he’s strong and smart, not weak like he is. But then Y/N pulls his face away from her chest and kisses him. It’s rough and passionate and the best thing he’s ever felt, besides her warm wet pussy, of course.

When he cums, he cums hard. His cock was made for breeding so it squirts out more cum than humanly possible. It takes mere seconds for it to start gushing out of her, seeping deep into her womb. There’s no doubt she’s pregnant; Y/N never planned to have sex at this point in her life, so she was on absolutely no form of birth control.

Even if she had used a condom, Tomura’s thorny cock would have poked right through it. His cum would’ve somehow breached her IUD, and it was sure to be one hundred times more potent than human cum and no chemical could’ve stopped it. They're both aching when Touya finally fills Tomura’s tight, no longer virgin, asshole. Thankfully it makes it easier for Touya to slide out of him without either ripping Tomura’s asshole or having Tomura’s asshole pull his cock right off.

-

Touya is surprisingly good with his aftercare. And it looks like he came prepared as well.

Touya takes his sweet time gently putting hybrid injury cream around his ass. There's nothing of course he could do about the inside besides giving Tomura some anti-inflammatory medicine and blood stoppers. All wrapped inside of a pill pocket, the brat.

And despite his so-called love for Y/N, Tomura still kept up the attitude. When Touya moved onto Y/N, slowly caressing her cunt and making sure she was okay, taking care of her and wiping her clean of cum, Tomura would throw a fit and say he wanted attention.

Don't get him wrong, he was worried for his mommy. He didn't know what the white stuff leaking out of her was or what the white stuff that'd been leaking out of him was- he just knew it felt good. But he recognized bruises from his own hands, his claws digging into her from when he orgasmed.

But he wanted attention too! What about him?! Why did mommy get all the attention? It was like he had completely forgotten the attention that had been on him for a while. He meowed over and over, tugging on Touya’s arm.

“Master,” he whines, “What about me?”

“Shh,” Touya says, “We need to take care of mommy too, Tomura.”

“But-” he starts.

“No buts unless you want me to spank yours,” Touya warns.

Tomura opens and closes his mouth, deciding he’d rather not have his ass beat red. He still whines, though, putting his head on Y/N’s chest, so he never left his master’s line of sight. When Touya pushes his head away, he mewls over and over, crying out for his master. Claiming that “You don’t care about me, Master!”

Touya silences him with a kiss on the forehead and the lips, and that satiates him...for a while until he’s pawing at Touya again, whining and whimpering. However, when Y/N is the one to try and silence him, he shuts up immediately. You never tell him to be quiet; you always tell him how much you love his voice.

So he curls into you and kisses your neck, telling you that you're the best mommy in the world. You can only smile and nod, letting Touya apply ointment to your wounds. Tomura has never felt like this before, not just from his orgasm but being cared for by two people. Of course, Y/N cared for him well, maybe too well. She spoiled him beyond belief. He got away with pissing on the couch for months. He got whatever food he wanted whenever he wanted. You even let him eat at the dinner table though he was NOT supposed to.

Touya fixed all of that. He disciplined Tomura, shoving him in a diaper until he begged and cried to be good, and he was...until Touya went home. Touya also put him on a diet that was healthier for his sensitive stomach. Lastly he made it very clear to her that Tomura will only be eating out of his bowls on the floor, much to Tomura’s disappointment.

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Despite it all, they end up together. All of them. Mommy and Master and cute little Tomura at the center. Maybe he would’ve stopped acting up but he didn’t. He just wanted both of them more- and both of them together. So he makes mommy call Touya for no reason or forces her to, pissing and shitting wherever he could, even vomiting.

Even things that didn’t need to be fixed- they called Touya. And of course, Touya always sets Tomura straight. He’d shove Tomura in a kennel for hours, and force Y/N to watch, to discipline him for calling him over, sometimes even himself if he got ahold of the house phone, and Y/N to get her to stop spoiling Tomura.

And of course, Tomura would yowl and cry that nobody loved him, making painful noises that would cause suffering to any normal human’s heart (at least, Y/N would argue that). He would piss himself even more, and even shit on the blankets to try and get the smell to let him out. Touya however, only pissed on Tomura when he pissed in the kennel, and sprayed air freshener when he shit. Maybe it was something that he wanted himself.

Y/N, of course, would always let him out when he let out a particularly miserable noise. She washed the disgusting blankets at night when she was supposed to be asleep and cleaned him up through the bars of his cage. Whenever Touya caught her, he was furious. It took only minutes for her to be squished in the cage besides Tomura, praying he didn't decide to make any messes.

She comforted him, reminding Tomura that Touya would provide wonderful aftercare for the bruises and indents the cage gave them. When Touya fed them through the bars it was especially humiliating, making sure to spill or smear at least some of it on both Y/N and Tomura. But Tomura was happy to clean you up with his cute pink tongue, and that never failed to make her giggle.

Despite the punishments and the spoiling he loves his mommy and master equally! They were so good to him! Dogs can be a man’s best friend, but what best resembles a lover? The cute little kitty cat in the middle of mommy and master.

#mha tomura #mha shigaraki #shigaraki smut #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki tenko #shiggy #shigaraki x reader #tomura shiragaki #shigaraki fluff #dabi x y/n #dabi fanfic #dabi my hero academia #dabi imagine #dabi smut #mha dabi #bnha dabi #dabi x reader #dabi x you #dabi #dabi x shigaraki #shigadabi #fluff #dabi fluff

[mistkissedmoon]

more jayrae head cannons plssss

Thanks for the validation.

They get a spoiled dog that's very emotional and obnoxiously affectionate. He both loves and hates jason for taking the best cuddling spot in bed with Rae in summer (and loves and resents raven for taking the warmest spot next to jason in winter because that man is an oven). Jason tries to teach him tricks but the pup is lazy and falls asleep. Jason fell asleep beside him once. Raven took a picture and sent it to the batfam chat.

They help each other not be insecure over their white hair. And even if they don't always feel good with their hair, it's good to spend time with someone who has white hair too. Raven will keep her hair white in solidarity and it helps her too.

Raven and Jason are both intellectuals, and on a rare day off they'll curl up together with a glass of wine to share (pass back and forth) and enjoy a good debate.

They go on a dog walk together every night. He holds her hand in his jacket pocket on cold nights and holds the leash for her so she can tuck her other hand in her jacket pocket.

Jason does most of the cooking, but Raven practices to be able to make a few of their favourites and surprises him.

They have a favourite show they watch together. They'll wait to watch the new episode of the show if the other is away until they're together again.

They've been so engrossed in their conversation that they once talked throughout the night. His head in her lap or sitting in his lap because they don't want to stop talking to sleep, and before they knew it, the sun had risen.

He likes brushing and braiding her hair (if she has long hair). If she's facing him on his lap, she'll sometimes fall asleep again. If not, he'll try to catch her off guard by kissing the back of her neck, and they both cherish this time.

They dance whenever they have to talk about something serious. Like, they put on some music and then start doing a routine around the yard until they've reached an agreement. Helps them not fight; it must be hard to be angry when they're in each other's arms and moving around. I imagine they wouldn't even notice when the music stops, like, they put on an 10 minute long track but dance the hour away and then are like "it's What time?". I can see that even if the argument between them is mostly playful and silly, they still do it mostly because Jason likes seeing Raven laugh about him dramatically whooshing her around while they argue about who forgot the bread in the toaster. He makes his arguments as ridiculous as possible to hear her laugh at him.

Raven likes it when Jason wears turtlenecks. She likes it so much she's knitted several and given them to him as gifts. He wears them often; it helps that she cannot resist giving him a hug when she sees him.

Raven blushes, and her shoulders do too. This is discovered when raven wears one of Jason's large shirts which hang over her shoulder. She turned away to hide her face but jason saw her shoulders blush and scooted over to pepper her shoulders with kisses.

Jason teaches rae how to whittle. She sits on his lap, and when he's not carefully, gently guiding her hands, he's rubbing her arms to keep her warm.

Jason waits for raven to wake up before doing his red hood thing bc he doesn't want her to wake up alone and secretly wants to stay near her as much as possible, even if she's asleep.

Jason collects recipes from all over the world. Raven tries to ask people for recipes when she has to travel to give to him. When they're at home, jason will test out the recipes and refine, tweak and otherwise change them. Raven will be the taste tester and she stays in the kitchen while he's doing this watching him explain what tastes he's hoping for. They'll spend hours deciding on a recipe before writing it down with the other recipes they like in their cookbook. Their cookbook has a little part of every part of the world.

#jason todd #raven #headcanons #jayrae #lunar crow #teen titans

[the-iceni-bitch]

Snowed In

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader

Word Count: 3726

Summary: You get stranded at the manor with Ransom and need to relieve the tension somehow!

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, explicit language, SMUT, dub-con (to be safe), angry sex, 18+

A/N: Happy Hoelidays, y’all! Can’t believe I’m posting my first fic ever! This fic has been floating around my brain as “me time” material for a while, and I figured this is the perfect time to put it to paper after finding the Happy Hoelidays challenge on @stargazingfangirl18​‘s wonderful page. Thanks so much for hosting, along with @navybrat817​ and @donutloverxo​! Any and all feedback appreciated!

You’d been stuck in the manor with this giant man-child for almost a week now, your nerves were frayed to the limit. 

When Harlan Thrombey had offered to have you stay at his estate while he took the family on a Christmas trip around Europe, your gut instinct was to refuse. You’d been the sole veterinarian for all of his animals for almost 8 years now, but you still had your relief rounds and charity organization to run, and taking 2 months out to essentially lounge around the Massachusetts mansion and walk his two German Shepherds, Dupin and Smilla, especially around the busy holiday season, was not an option for you. But Harlan and your good friend Marta conspired with your techs and assistants, and they basically forced you to take some time off for the first time in 5 years.

 You couldn’t lie, you were looking forward to completely disconnecting from technology for the season, curling up with some fantastic books in front of a roaring fire, and baking some new historical recipes you thought you’d never get a chance to try. Even though there was no internet at the estate, you could still be reached for emergencies via cell phone if absolutely necessary, but everyone assured you they had everything under control. Harlan was even letting you bring your idiot golden retriever, Fionn, with you, as he was best buds with the shepherds. 

Then, only 3 days into your well-deserved vacation, Ransom showed up. 

It had just started snowing when that spoiled asshole pulled up to the house to “pick something up”. Why he thought driving that ridiculous beemer through the hills of Massachusetts during the middle of winter was a good idea, you couldn’t fathom. Harlan had arranged for a driver to drop you at the estate at the start of your visit, to further discourage you from trying to sneak away to work, so when the blizzard started, there was no way for either of you to leave. Of course, the sky proceeded to dump almost 3 feet of snow in one night, on top of a good coating of ice, so you were then stuck with a whining baby until the snow melted, a plow managed to work its way to you, or one of you killed the other. 

Right now, murder was seeming like a viable option. 

The snow had blown out cell service, which meant Ransom had no access to any of his social media, and he spent the majority of the day whining about the fact that he was bored. You tried getting him to read one of the many books in the library, join you in baking, a game of go, anything to shut him up, but he would lose interest almost immediately and start whining again. He initially refused to make any food for himself, but soon discovered that you were not going to be treated like his personal chef, and had to live off of toast and sandwiches if he didn’t want to say please and thank you. You were the one splitting wood, stoking the fire, and checking the plumbing daily to ensure there were no burst pipes or other issues, while he moped around on the couch. 

Today, the snow had finally slowed down, and you managed to convince him to go on a hike with you and the dogs. In spite of your insistence, he thought it would be fine to go out in just his jeans and wool coat. After 20 minutes of walking, he was whining about how cold he was, and made you all turn around to head back. You had to hold in your laughter when you had almost reached the house, and the dogs got too excited and knocked him into a snow drift. 

“I told you to wear layers!” you told him as you got a fire started. You instructed him to change out of his wet clothes and warm up as you went to put the dogs in the mud room and grab some more firewood. You stripped out of your snow gear down to your thermals, and headed back to the living room with a bundle of logs in your arms. 

“Motherfucker!” you exclaimed, almost dropping your armload of wood as you came back into the room. 

Ransom Drysdale was standing in front of the fire, wearing nothing but the artfully “worn” designer sweater he had put on that morning. 

“Such language, Y/N!” he said around a smirk as he looked over his shoulder at you. “I don’t remember you having such a mouth on you back in school.” 

That asshole would bring up high school right now. You were so young and stupid back then, following him around like a lost puppy, blatantly staring every chance you got. Apparently, his boredom had gotten to the point where he was going to start up his mind games. 

Too bad for him you had grown up, and weren’t too bad at the mind games yourself. 

You managed to regain your composure after your initial surprise, and without skipping a beat, strolled over the fire, knelt directly beside him, and started putting more logs on the fire, doing your best to ignore his hardening cock less than a foot away from your face. 

“Jesus, on your knees for me already?” 

You turned your head, looked at his cock, looked back up at his face, rolled your eyes, and stood up to walk to the kitchen. 

“Do you want a mug of tea?” you asked him nonchalantly as you turned away. 

His hand wrapped around your upper arm like a vice, spinning you around as he shoved you up against the wall. 

“You’re going to play hard to get now, really?” he hissed at you. “You think I haven’t seen you staring at me all week? I know you’ve wanted me for years, you even managed to worm your way into my family to get at me, and now you’re going to play the frigid bitch when I’m about to give you what you’ve wanted for so long.” He moved his knee in between your thighs to pin you further, and let go of your arm so he could start to lift the hem of your shirt and get to your breasts. 

Your full armed slap caught him off guard and he stumbled away from you. 

You couldn’t help yourself, you started laughing. The unbelievable sense of entitlement and cocked sureness was too much for you, even though you felt your nipples peaking and a pool of wet slickness between your legs. 

“Oh honey, you really think I’ve been pining for you since high school? I worked my way through my bachelor’s, veterinary science degree, opening my own practice and starting my own charity, but you were always in the back of my mind and in my heart?” You snarled at him. “All that work, the ridiculous amount of student debt, and putting myself in a field with one of the highest suicide rates was just because my pussy was weeping for you every night? Get over yourself Hugh.” 

The look of fury on his face was so worth it, even as he put a hand around your throat and tackled you to the floor. 

“You cunt!” he spat at you, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand. His eyed wandered down to your breasts as a wicked smile came over his countenance. “You’re really going to try to tell me you don’t want me when your body is acting like this?” he ripped your shirt up over your head and palmed your left breast before pinching your nipple, hard. “You didn’t even bother wearing a bra around me you stupid slut.” You couldn’t help yourself, you arched your back into his hand, gasping as he pawed at you. His hand moved down your torso and he shoved his hand under your leggings and into your thong, running his thick fingers over your slit, which was now sopping wet. “God Y/N, your whore pussy is so ready for me, I’m going to fucking ruin you.” 

He brought his face down to yours fast and assaulted your mouth with his. You’d had enough at this point and you bit down on his bottom lip, hard. He gasped in surprise and you grasped at your brief advantage, freeing your hands from his loosened grip, your gripped both of his wrists and wrenched them behind his back at the same time you squeezed his sides with your thighs and got the momentum to flip him over until you were on top, straddling him with his cock press up against his abdomen. 

Ransom glared up at you with a mixture of fury and shock. He was used to dating little petite things he could toss around the bedroom at his leisure, who would do anything to please him and always looked at him with a mixture of fear and awe.  You just looked at him with contempt. 

You grinned down at him as you started grinding against his cock, keeping his arms pinned to his side. He let out a guttural moan and threw back his head, screwing his eyes shut. 

“Listen up pretty boy, I’m not some little waif you can throw around like a sex doll. I’m not here for you to just wet your dick and go on with your day. You want something from me, you ask nicely. You make sure I’m good and warmed up before you try anything at all. And know this, I am not thinking about you, you’re barely even on my radar. I’ve got more important shit to take care of than obsessing over your cock.” You picked up your grinding pace as Ransom tried to buck his hips up into you. You curled over him and took his earlobe between your teeth as you purred in his ear. “And know this, asshole. You can play as rough as your want with me, but you better be able to take what you dish out. I spend half my days gelding horses and steering bulls, you can’t just manhandle me.” You run your teeth down his throat and he lets out a thin whine.

 “Please, Y/N…” 

“Please what?” you ask, slowing down your pace as you nip at his collar bone. You absolutely love the fact that he is begging you. 

“Please, please let me… shit!” he cries as you sink your teeth into his shoulder through his sweater. “Please let me fuck you” 

You stop your grinding and sit up over him. He is covered in a thin sheen of sweat and his face is flushed. He is panting like a dog and starts whining after your grinding ceases, trying to move his hips under you to get some form of friction. Pre-cum is leaking over the bottom edge of his sweater where you’ve pinned his cock to his abdomen. You haven’t seen anything this hot in a long time. 

“Alright honey.” You say, releasing his wrists and lifting yourself off him a bit to let him get situated. 

He lets out a long sigh and relaxes for a beat before whipping his sweater off in a frenzy. He sits up fast and almost drops you onto your back as he switches positions. He shoves his fingers down the sides of your leggings and panties and rips them off you. 

His large hands start skimming you all over before he settles his left hand on your breast and his right hand against your sopping cunt, running his fingers over your slit as you start mewling unintelligibly. 

“Fuck baby, you’re soaked” he says in a gravelly rasp. His pupils are lust blown as he stares at you, a thin ring of icy blue around pools of black. Without warning, he pulls you up into his lap and is kissing you hungrily, shoving his tongue down your throat before he starts licking and biting down your neck. One hand grabs your hair at the nape of your neck and yanks your head back, while the other has moved back to your pussy. 

He slips one finger inside and you let out a high pitched keen. “Fucking tight in here sweetheart. Been waiting to bury my fingers in the pussy all week.” You feel him grinning against your neck but you are past caring. You bury one of your hands in his hair as he slowly moves in and out, curling his finger against your sweet spot. You dip your other hand in your own juices, then wrap it around his cock and start pumping. 

You let out small cries when he adds a second, then a third finger, and when his thumb starts circling your swollen clit you scream.

 “Fucking knew it” he growls into your throat. He’s been slowly dipping his tongue in and out of the hollow there as he works your cunt and it’s driving you crazy. “Knew this pussy was just waiting for me.” The sounds that his fingers were making as he fucked them into you were obscene. 

“Shut the fuck up” you say as you dig your nails into the skin of his back and drag them down, increasing the pace with your other hand on his dick. You feel him start to twitch in your hand then feel hot ropes spurting across your stomach. 

He lets out a growl as he wraps one hand around your throat. You can feel yourself clenching around him as your orgasm builds, and when he bites down on your shoulder at the same time he drives his thumb into your clit, you come apart with a wordless cry. 

He keeps his fingers moving as you ride it out, then lets you sag back against the floor. 

“My turn” he says. 

Ransom flips you over unceremoniously and slaps you across the ass, hard. He didn’t get the scream he was hoping for, but the sharp gasp you let out is still enough to make his cock twitch and harden again. He lifts your hips up and brings your ass flush against him as he starts running his cock against your slit, coating himself in your arousal. You moan as his tip brushes across your swollen clit and you thrust your ass back into him, yearning for more friction. 

“Maybe I should make you beg for it” He says. “You really think you can call the shots here? Your cunt is so fucking soaked for me I should edge you for… ahh, fuck!” 

You decided to take matters into your own hands. You grab his cock and line him up, then shove yourself back onto it until he’s bottomed out. 

“I don’t have time for a monologue from you, douchebag.” You say to him over your shoulder as you wiggle your ass against him. “You need to fucking move.” 

You can tell he wants to get the upper hand back but you’re not about to let that happen. You straighten up with him still inside you and start slowly moving up and down. You can feel his chest hair scratching against your back as you fuck yourself on his cock. 

“God, you’re such a bitch. Fucking bossy even when you’re begging for it” he hisses into your ear. He moves one hand down to your hip and fucks up into you, hard. 

“Fuck, Hugh!” you know using that name is just going to piss him off, but to be honest, that’s kind of your goal. 

The only warning you have is a growl as he slams you forward into the rug and pins your face down with one hand. He lifts one knee so he has one foot planted on the floor, and lifts your hips slightly higher to keep them in line with his. The change is positions feels amazing, and you clench around him to let him know. 

“Fuck honey, you’re so fucking tight” he says as he starts rutting into you hard. “I’m going to make you come so fucking hard, you’ll be begging me to stop. You’re gonna be feeling me for days.” 

The pace he was setting was relentless and you found yourself having difficulty breathing regularly when all of a sudden Ransom grabbed you by the throat and whipped you up against himself so fast all the air was ripped out of your lungs. 

“Fuck!!” 

“That’s right honey” he murmured against your ear as he moved his other hand from your hip and started working your clit with his fingers as you continued mewling and whimpering. You could feel yourself fluttering around him. “God you’ve got a greedy cunt. It’s squeezing me so fucking tight and you’re making a mess.” 

You moaned as you leaned your head back against his shoulder. He picked up the pace even further and rotated your face so he could kiss you, moving his other hand from your throat to your breast as he worked your nipple in between his fingers. He swallowed your tiny cries as you pressed yourself further into his hand. 

You could feel it building fast, and knew it was going to be an inferno. Ransom sensed the hitches in your breath and started fucking you even harder, his fingers on your clit moving faster and faster. 

“You going to come all over my cock you greedy slut?” He asked against your lips. “This pussy is mine and you better not forget it.” 

Just to remind him who was making the rules here, you took his lip between your teeth as you came, biting down so hard you drew blood. 

“Shit!” He sputtered as your pussy spasmed around him and you rode out your orgasm. You started laughing at his exclamation when he pulled out of you suddenly, eliciting a groan at the loss. 

He flipped you onto your back and slammed your head into the ground, pinning you by your neck as he pumped his cock a foot away from your face.

“I’m going to cover you in cum like the filthy slut you are” he hissed, blood flecked spittle hitting you in the chest. You saw his cock starting to twitch as his pace became irregular and knew exactly what to do to catch him off guard. You moved one hand down to you thoroughly ruined pussy and began working it yourself while your other hand palmed your breast. This threw him over the edge and thick ropes of cum started to coat your face. To add a last twist of the knife, you opened your mouth. 

“Fuck, Y/N!!” he cried as you did your best to catch everything he was giving you. He finally laid back, exhausted, after covering your chest and face with white ribbons. 

You laughed giddily as you fucked yourself on your own fingers, using your other hand to scoop his cum off your skin and into your mouth. He couldn’t take his eyes off you the entire time, and it only took you a few seconds to reach your final orgasm and you clenched around your fingers with a low moan. You let out a small shiver when you were finished, and crawled over where he was leaned against the couch. You straddled him quickly and tipped his head back to kiss him. When he opened himself for you, you spat his remainder in before shoving your tongue in and using it to coat his whole mouth. Then you pulled away and held his jaws closed with one hand. 

“Swallow.” You said in a low purr, staring directly into his eyes. 

He stared at you for a second, and you could see him weighing his options. He finally surrendered though, and you felt his throat constrict as he swallowed his own cum. 

Thoroughly pleased with yourself, you stood up and stretched as far as you could. You could feel stinging sensation along your shoulder, where Ransom had bitten you, and you figured you should head to the bathroom to get that cleaned up before an infection set in. You saw several of your own marks on Ransom’s torso as well, and figured you should help him get cleaned up too. 

The fire was starting to die down at this point, so you added a few more logs and stoked it when you got back from the bathroom. 

“Your clothes should be dry now” you said as you rinsed out one of the deeper bites you had left and applied some Neosporin. Ransom still hadn’t moved from his seated position and was just staring at you, dazed. “I’m going to take a shower, you’re welcome to join if you want” 

He still didn’t move but his eyes narrowed at you. He finally took the towel you left next to him to clean himself off and spat into it several times. 

“You fucking bitch, I’m going to ruin you. You think you get to do that to me! I swear to god I’ll…” 

You cut him off by shoving your tongue down his throat and tweaking his nipple. Now that you were down off your emotional high, you took your time taking in the sight of him. His manufactured bed head was now authentic sex hair, damp with sweat and falling into his eyes. His chest was heaving, which only managed to highlight his unbelievably well developed torso, which tapered in an amazing V shape and was dusted in curly brown hair. Thick thighs that looked like they would burst any pair of jeans meant to contain them. And of course, the icing on the cake, his pretty cock. Even flaccid it was impressive, and it was still coated in a film of your arousal.

 “Listen sweetheart, I think what you wanted to say was ‘Thank you for two amazing orgasms.’ Now, if you feel like pouting that’s fine but do it somewhere else. Or, you can join me for a shower, and I’ll let you fuck my face and give you numbers three and four, how does that sound?”

 Ransom hated the fact that his cock was hardening again already. All he wanted to do was bend you over the couch and fuck you until you were crying. He watched your ass as you sauntered off to the bathroom, then stood up to follow you. He was definitely going to get you back for this, he just had to work out how.

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