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chasetsummer · 2 years

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Stay High — Kakashi one shot.

Warnings: emotional dependence, angst, alcohol use, bad ending, depression and bad english bc it's not my first language!!!

A/N: This fanfiction is not intended to romanticize any kind of addiction, whether emotional or alcoholic. If you have any signs of depression, look for a doctor, and if you want to talk I'm here!

I'm so shy about my writing, pls don't hate me!

"Watching freaky people getting it on

It doesn't make me nervous

If anything, I'm restless"

You were tired, so tired, but what could you do? The state of abstinence lasted too long, but the idea of stopping was what terrified the most, it wasn't time to think about what you were doing, it was necessary to disconnect from thoughts to forget the pain. And then there was your figure leaning against the counters of several bars in Konoha, watching idiot men hitting on girls, watching people smoke and drink until they lose their minds.

That was the usual thing, your money for the month as a kunoichi was being spent there, after all. The drink ripped your throat hard, but that was also usual.

"You're gone and I got to stay high all the time

To keep you off my mind"

This was ridiculous, drinking only had 2 stages: forgetting to remembering again.

So you started out happy, dancing to the songs that were playing there, and the next moment you were crying in the bathroom, remembering why you were there.

You ordered more drinks even if it made you more of a junkie at that bar, and even if it wasn't part of your ideals your chest ached with the feeling of being alone again.

And in that small, claustrophobic bathroom you were sobbing thinking about the stupid thing you'd done. Why he had left you? Why were you alone?"

" "I'm sorry, but I can't do it anymore." Kakashi's voice became muffled, he spoke low and you couldn't even feel his breath because of the mask.

He wasn't sorry, you could tell he wasn't.

But you were, you're breaking. He couldn't do that, could he? Leaving you at the mercy of your mind, which managed to curse every inch of your body, saying that it was solely your fault.

Kakashi was leaving.

And you had been alone.

"Go away then!" His scream echoed through that small apartment, it was already night but you didn't care about the neighbors. "Leave me alone!"

The only person who sobbed was you."

"Pick up daddies at the playground

How I spend my day time

Loosen up their frown, make them feel alive

I make it fast and greasy

I'm numb and way too easy"

And bar guys took advantage of your situation, it was obvious. But again you were far from caring.

After all, it was something quick, it didn't last long, you were empty, without any sense to continue to value yourself.

Men were easily forgotten, your memory made no attempt to remember their names. There was only one in particular you couldn't get out of yourself, and that made you want more, you couldn't go home alone again. It was like the feeling of Kakashi's touch lingering in your body reminding you again that you needed to forget.

"Spend my days locked in a haze

Trying to forget you, babe

I fall back down

Gotta stay high all my life

To forget I'm missing you"

On that particular day, your body froze. And the noise of the bar door caught your attention. There was Gai and Kakashi. The two laughed loudly, happy and tired. You could deduce that they had given each other one more challenge and that they were there for a drink after their long day at work.

And the thought that he looked great as always destroyed you.

Hatake arrived at the bar with Gai and stopped when he saw you, analyzed you for a few seconds and it hit you in a crushing way as if he took a punch, you wanted to throw up, because it was obvious that you had cried, it was obvious that you were alone and not well.

Your makeup was smudged, he had noticed your swollen face, and mainly: You should get out of there as soon as possible.

"Staying in my play pretend

Where the fun ain't got no end

Can't go home alone again

Need someone to numb the pain"

You couldn't crumble what you'd built, everything was so fine.

At least that's what you thought.

Circumstances made loneliness accompany you, and it was easy to play make-believe. You pretended you were having fun, playing like a lonely, lost child.

All your money was put on the counter for the bar man, just turning your wallet over, releasing all the coins and bills you knew would be enough. And then you got up to leave, didn't greet either of them, just wanted to run without caring if your vision was blurred or not. By then you were already doing that every night.

The feeling of being alone always made your body freeze, that's what happened when you left the bar.

The wind in Konoha that night didn't help your frigid body, and you cursed the fact that the world seemed too small to meet the person you least wanted to see. Suddenly Kakashi was there, standing there, watching you in the bar you frequented.

There he was, seeing the pieces that were left of what you once were. And now, here was Kakashi running after you, slamming the bar door in a hurry, wanting to find you.

"Hey!" He caught your attention, heading towards you but you had done nothing but walk faster, ignoring the fact that he had called you, but he pulled you away, reminding you that he was the ninja who copied jutsus, he could reach you so easily.

He always could, even when you dared him.

"What you want?" Your voice was soft, the tongue was heavy in your mouth. You weren't in the right conditions for a conversation.

"You can't go out like that. It's kind of dangerous." He scratched the back of his neck embarrassed by the situation, it's been over a month since you've seen or spoken to him.

"You've forgotten who I am, Kakashi." His name came out of your mouth strangely. You had never called him by his given name, not even when he left your house.

"I haven't forgotten, I just don't think you can go in that state." He replied insistently.

"I'm used to it, I do this every day." You spit out the truth, it wasn't a relapse, it was your new reality.

And Kakashi couldn't do anything about it.

Hatake looked thoughtful, you could tell. You're walking again, no time to talk to your ex-boyfriend. Your chest might hurt, but you wouldn't stop.And he didn't stop, either. A firm hand gripped your shoulder causing shivers.

Reminding you of the days when that could be a tender touch. What was once love, now became the worst torture. It was like the day you had to give his stuff from your house. The blouse that covered your mouth but to you it just looked like a wide collar.

The most useless things he could have, and the casual clothes he let her wear.

""But I gave you this shirt because..." He started the sentence, nervous to have you at his door after so long, but you didn't let him finish, pushing the shirt closer to him.

"I don't need this anymore." Your mouth uttered the automatic phrase you had practiced on the way to his house. "It doesn't make sense for me to have your stuff anymore."

And to your disaster, he nodded. Kakashi thought it would help you get over it, but little did he know that it would only open the hole your chest insisted on opening more."

And like a puppet following its master's commands, you stopped walking again.

"Please let me go home." You asked again. "You're not responsible for me, and you don't have to care. You don't care."

"I never said that, I still care."

"No, you don't. And I don't owe anyone any more satisfaction." Your bitter voice made anyone hurt. "Leave me alone please, I'm fine."

"You're not, I know you're not!" Kakashi's voice grew louder, and you turned away from him. "Why?"

"Because of you! Because you didn't do anything all this time, you just broke up with me for no reason. I wasn't enough, I was nothing." You exploded, your voice breaking as you spoke, the tears that flowed no longer made any difference in your blurred vision.

You wanted to throw up, you wanted your bed, you wanted Kakashi away from you, but you're was there.

"I did it because I wanted to protect you." He argued, looking down at himself, showing the guilt he also carried just by body language."I just didn't expect you to do this."

"It's not news to you that I'm a fucking problem." The tears insisted on falling. "I just want to get out of here and I don't want to see you anymore, is it that hard?"

Kakashi looked at you for the last time before saying "I'm sorry".

It was like an unspoken goodbye.

"I feel sorry too." You muttered one last time.

That night you went home, and after a long time you didn't sleep drunk from alcohol, but from the tiredness of the tears that insisted on falling when remembering the last goodbye.

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queerhaw · 3 years

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peachycoreroo · 3 years

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the forbidden fruit | zeke yeager

summary: zeke was like a second father to you and you were his favorite little girl. maybe, it wasn't normal to like your dad's best friend that much, but who cares if it's normal when it feels this good.

pairing: dad’s best friend!zeke x college fem!reader

genre: smut, pwp

word count: 5.4k

warnings: age gap, vaginal penetration, lowkey pseudo-cest bc you call zeke 'uncle', daddy kink, oral fem!receiving, fingering, oral m!receiving, mini degradation, praise kink, a few spanks, choking, zeke spits in your mouth, usage of ‘slut’, ‘whore’ and ‘slutty’, bunny as a pet name, kinda exhibitionism?, manipulation, corruption kink, dub-con vibes but you actually want it, jealousy, mentions of alcohol, smoking, dumbification, manhandling, unprotected sex (pls wrap it up kids), creampie, size kink

authors note: this is for @weepinglevi‘s adult movie tropes collab, thank you sm for letting me join!! def check out the other amazing fics in this collab<3 this is a lot darker than my other stuff so far, but i had so much fun writing it, so enjoy my first piece for aot!! here’s a link to my masterlist

uncle zeke, or uncle zuzu as you liked to call him when you were still a child, has always been your favorite person since you were little. technically, you weren’t blood-related, but you might as well have been with how integrated into your family he was.

him and your father were best friends since middle school and you did call him ‘daddy’ a lot back then as a three-year-old, when you couldn’t grasp the concept of him not also being your dad. he was there for your birth, your childhood, your embarrassing teens and now even for your 20th birthday.

you don’t exactly know when the thing happened though.

one day, you were all a big, happy family and the next you suddenly realized, how attractive zeke yeager really was. maybe, it was the way you noticed that he was so much more athletic and broader than your father as they walked around your pool in their swimming trunks on a hot summer day. maybe, it was the way you suddenly became aware of how tall he really was, when you tried to reach a cup on a shelf too high, only to feel his presence directly behind you with his chest against your back as he reached his arm above your head and grabbed the cup, only to hand it to you with a teasing ‘you should really try this thing called growing. i heard it does wonders against high shelfs.’ or maybe, it was the way you finally registered how his gray eyes shamelessly checked you out as you walked around in your flimsy crop tops and shorts, barely covering anything.

it was so wrong, but that didn’t mean you would stop your little teasing. your dresses got shorter and shorter, dropping your keys on purpose on the way out just to flash him your lacy panties. hugging him longer than usual as he was leaving, just to press your breasts up against his hard chest. you wanted him to know you weren’t a little girl anymore. you wanted his mind to be filled with lewd thoughts about you. only you.

even when you left for college, you couldn’t stop thinking about the blond man, especially when you were in your bed late at night, with your hand stuffed in your panties and your mouth whimpering his name into the pillow. images of him, with his hard cock in a large palm, pleasuring himself with you on his mind, groaning your name, always brought you to an orgasm, but it wasn’t enough. you knew the only way to quench your need for this man was by having him, no matter how rotten your desire was.

at last, it was finally your birthday, and you couldn’t wait to get home and act upon your ploy to seduce zeke yeager. it was a foolproof plan really. nobody would even suspect you were trying to rile your favorite uncle up, and he would only react, if he wanted you just as much. what better gift for your birthday, than ultimately having the forbidden fruit you’ve been trying to deny yourself of for so long.

“happy birthday, angel!”, your family exclaimed excitedly as you came downstairs. you quickly scanned the room to see uncle zeke already sitting in his usual spot on an armchair in the corner of the living room, getting up and joining your parents at the bottom of the stairs when he noticed your presence.

knowing that he was there, you finally smiled happily, thanking them softly before being pulled into a tight embrace by zeke. “yeah, happy birthday, angel”, he lowly murmured into your ear as he pressed you firmly against him, goosebumps erupting at his slightly suggestive tone.

“thank you, uncle zuzu”, you whispered back, squeezing him tight, hoping to get the message across that you were more than happy to be in his arms.

alas, you were forced to part as your mother shoved him to the side to embrace you, your dad jokingly complaining about you going for a hug with your favorite first instead of your parents, in the background.

“well, i can’t help that i’m so much cooler to her than you”, zeke retorted playfully, earning him a light-hearted punch to the arm from your father.

the rest of the day felt like an eternity. it’s not that you didn’t enjoy spending time with your parents, especially if zeke was there, but the prospect of getting the blond male to act upon your, hopefully, mutual desires, had you looking at the clock more times than you would like to admit.

“are you waiting for something?”

you quickly snapped out of your daydreams of what could happen later, as the man with the main role in them sat down closely beside you, your thighs brushing against each other. you couldn’t help your gaze lingering where your skin touched before blinking up at him through your lashes, only to see him grinning down at you, clearly amused by your stare. time for the first part of the mission.

“oh yeah, i’ll be going clubbing with a few friends later.”

“clubbing?”, zeke pressed with a frown, “and your parents are letting you?”

zeke has always been very overprotective of you. your dad joked that it’s because you’re basically like his daughter, but you hoped it was more than that. that’s why you were counting on his overprotectiveness to eventually lead you to the desired outcome of the day aka you, stuffed full of his cum.

“mmm, yeah. it’s my 20th birthday uncle zeke, not my 10th, you know. i’m an adult”, you retorted provocatively before getting up. “’m gonna go get ready.”

you could swear you felt his irritated glare burn into your back as you made your way upstairs, grinning at the first bit of your plan succeeding.

the second step, was your appearance. just a week before that, you went shopping for the shortest dress you could find, ready to turn heads, or specifically, one head. shower, hair, makeup, baby pink lace underwear, see-through tights, black dress. you haven’t felt this hot and confident in a while with college forcing you to wear hoodies and sweatpants all day every day. no way in hell were you going to make yourself suffer through endless lectures in cute skirts and dresses.

five minutes before your friends came, one of your essential male friends included, you decided to head downstairs to make sure zeke had enough time to admire how hot you looked.

as you came downstairs, you could hear your dad exclaiming ‘look at my beautiful girl, all grown up’, making zeke turn around. goosebumps erupted as you felt his eyes slowly trail along your figure, your skin tingling where his gaze burned into your exposed skin.

you did a full spin, showing off your outfit to the three people in your living room, but only caring about the opinion of one. to your disappointment, you didn’t quite get the reaction you wanted, with zeke turning back around to your mother, continuing to talk about whatever.

no matter how much you hated it, you couldn’t stop the jealousy crawling up your tightening throat, making you sick with disgust. you knew your mother was just as much as a friend to the man of your desires as your father, but it didn’t stop you from feeling this way. you wanted his eyes on you and not some other woman, even if that woman was your own mother.

as if on cue, the doorbell rang out, your mood immediately lifting at the chance that the third step of your plan finally elicits a much-craved reaction from zeke.

you opened the door, your best friends immediately throwing themselves at you, screaming their congratulations and complimenting your attire. just like you hoped, the boy you’ve been friends with and flirted with since high school, jean kirstein, was the last one to congratulate you. he hugged you tight, leaning down, whispering a low ‘happy birthday, pretty girl. you look good enough to eat’, at the same time as your parents and zeke came into the foyer.

the hug you shared with jean lasted just a tad too long for it to count as appropriate, with you giggling excessively at his comment just to be sure that zeke heard it. and as you parted to say goodbye to your family, your flirty friend kept his strong arm around your waist, as though it belonged there.

you don’t miss the way zeke glared at jean’s arm around you or the way he had the slightest frown on his face as he told you to ‘have fun and be careful’, but when you turned around and left the house to get into jean’s car, disappointment filled you when you realized that the blond male didn’t do anything to keep you from going. all this planning and finger crossing for nothing. ‘happy fucking birthday to me’, you bitterly thought, as you drove off into the night, mood already completely ruined.

after hours of trying to enjoy the end of your birthday even for a bit, you finally had enough. jean took you home, trying to make out with you on the backseat of his car in the parking lot, but as tempting as the idea of letting him fuck zeke yeager out of your mind sounded, you couldn’t bring yourself to. the fact that today was supposed to be the day you got your dad’s best friend right where you wanted him, was enough to make you crave a nice shower and your warm bed. you couldn’t wait for this day to end.

when jean pulled up to your house, you parted ways with a quick kiss and a cheeky promise of tomorrow, before making your way into the house. it was already 3 a.m., so you were sure everybody was already asleep, as you quietly made your way inside.

“there you are. welcome back, pretty girl.”

at hearing zeke’s raspy voice out of nowhere, you flinched and let out an unvoluntary squeak. what was he doing here?

you brought your hand to your heart, feeling it hammer against your chest, your eyes snapping to the spot your dad’s best friend was sitting in, in the kitchen. “uncle zeke! you scared me, what are you still doing here?”

as you made your way into the kitchen, you finally noticed the empty tequila bottle on the table and your unconscious father, snoring on the coach in the living room, just a few feet away.

“mmm, wanted to make sure you come home safely after your dad passed out, so i waited for you”, he casually retorted while his grey eyes inspected you from head to toe. smeared lipstick, a light sheen of sweat on your skin and your dress hiked up dangerously high on your thighs.

feeling small under his calculating gaze, you once again looked at your sleeping dad and gestured towards the bottle. “guess you also had a wild party going on?”

“mh, your dad’s just a lightweight.”

the air inside the kitchen was heavy and suffocating. you knew something was wrong with the way zeke wouldn’t stop staring at you and only answered with short sentences, his usual playful chattiness nowhere to be seen.

trying to get rid of the awkwardness and your nervousness, you asked: “where- uh, where’s mom?”

“asleep”, was the short answer you got, making you even more uneasy than before. “oh, w-well. i’m gonna go and also hit the hay. thanks for staying up for me uncle zeke, good night.”

“stop.”

this one word made you halt in your tracks just as you were about to turn around, making you look questioningly back at him. what you didn’t expect however, was to see zeke yeager spread his thighs and pet one of them with a simple ‘sit down, angel.” somehow, the pet name sounded condescending as it left his lips, but that didn’t stop your pussy from clenching at the sight of him with his legs wide open, looking positively inviting like never before.

your gaze quickly flickered towards the unconscious figure in the armchair, but even that couldn’t stop you when uncle zeke was offering you to sit on his lap, like you dreamed of for so long.

your legs slowly took you towards the spot he was sitting in, only for him to pull you on one of his thighs as soon as you were in his reach. his arm wrapped tightly around your waist, while the other found its place on your thigh, your heartrate skyrocketing at the close proximity.

not really knowing what to do with your hands and where to look, you once again brought your gaze to your dad in the living room, having the perfect view of him from your position on zeke’s lap, your fingers interlocked in your own lap as to not touch him too much.

“how was the party?”, he questioned seemingly nonchalant, but his tone had a certain edge to it, that made you feel as if you were being scolded.

you chuckled nervously, keeping your eyes locked on your unconscious father, as you started uttering: “oh, uh… it was- “

only to have zeke’s palm grab your cheeks, squeezing them together in a pout, as he turned your head towards him, forcing you to focus your gaze on him.

“did you fuck him?”

zeke was watching your expression closely when he practically growled the question, taking note of how your eyes widened, your breath deepened, and your thighs automatically pressed together as the meaning of his imposing words settled in.

the jealousy could practically be grabbed as it rolled off the blond male in waves and you knew, that if you wanted your birthday wish to come true, you had to play the part of the innocent and unsuspecting little girl.

“wha-? no!”, you exclaimed supposedly offended and distraught that he would even ask such a thing, as best as you could with your lips pressed together in a pout by his large palm.

the man’s dark grey – were they always this dark? – eyes narrowed as you seamlessly pretended to not know what he was hinting at, but the way you immodestly battered your eyelashes at him, one hand finding it’s way onto the palm that was squeezing your plush thigh, showed him at you weren’t as oblivious as you feigned to be.

“no, huh?”, he chuckled darkly, his hand leaving your face to push you down onto your knees between his legs instead, “then you’re not against helping your dear uncle with a certain issue, or are you baby?”

stammering out a little confused ‘what?’, you quickly checked whether your dad was still asleep, only for yeager’s palm to return to its place on your cheeks, squeezing them once again as he yanked your head back towards him. “don’t act like a brainless, useless slut, angel. it really doesn’t suit you. you’re my smart little girl, aren’t you?”

the sickly-sweet tone he used worked like a charm on your praise-starved brain. you wanted to please him and be his good girl, no matter what it took.

looking up at him with big, wide eyes, a drop of drool fell from your pouty lips onto his jean-clad crotch when he tightened his hold on your cheeks as you nodded like an obedient little toy, making him smile proudly.

“that’s my girl. now,”, he declared, unbothered by the tiny wetness seeping into his pants, his veiny hands made quick work of his belt and zipper, “show me how much you want to help your uncle zeke.”

just the sight of him whipping out his hard cock out of the confinements of his jeans and boxers, was enough to make a small pool of wetness gush out of your cunt, not that it mattered anyway. your lacy panties were already long soaked just from sitting on his lap.

zeke’s cock was longer and definitely thicker than you could’ve ever imagined, bigger than any you’ve ever taken with a prominent vein running on the underside, the tip flushed in a pretty pink. the saliva collecting in your mouth at the prospect of having him down your throat soon made you swallow hard, while you waited for his next instructions, not wanting to disappoint him by acting impulsively.

seeing his best friends’ daughter so submissive and eager-to-please on her knees between his legs as said best friend laid, passed out, just a few feet away, made zeke’s cock twitch. he knew it was sick and wrong, but he has always been a weak man when it came to you.

“go ahead, sweetheart. make uncle zeke feel good.”

at his permission to go, you nearly lunched forward, your pretty lips coated in sticky lipgloss instantly wrapping around the sensitive tip of his dick, making him groan deeply somewhere in the back of his throat.

you alternated between swirling your tongue around his cockhead and slowly sucking, as zeke put a cigarette between his lips, lightning it. normally, you hated the foul smell of nicotine and complained numerous times about how much you hated smokers but… the sight of it dangling between his thick fingers, as his other hand lost itself inside your hair, guiding your head to bob up and down on his length, awakened something deep in you, that you didn’t even know existed.

it didn’t help that while every other person reeking of smoke repulsed you, the same scent clinging to zeke brought you a sense of comfort. the fact that he also looked hot as fuck doing it, certainly didn’t hurt.

above you, the tall man made sure to let his eyes wander to your father from time to time, mostly keeping them locked on your lewd expression and your full lips wrapped around his cock though. he knew that the man a few feet away was a heavy sleeper, especially when drunk, so he wasn’t afraid of letting you know just how pleased he was with you.

“that’s a good girl. doing so good for me, want me to cum down your throat, sweetheart?”

you mumbled a small ‘please’ around his cock, causing him to groan huskily as your vocal cords vibrated against his sensitive tip. knowing he was almost there, you hallowed your cheeks and tightened your throat, wanting him to lose himself in the inviting warmth of your mouth.

as soon as zeke felt himself teetering at the edge, he couldn’t stop himself from quickly putting out the cig in his hand and holding your head still with his large palms as he started frantically thrusting up in your mouth. having zeke use you to chase his own high made you clench around nothing as you gagged around his length, doing your best to try and keep your jaw slack just so you could hear the man praising you again.

at the feeling of you choking on his cock, zeke’s head fell back as he moaned hoarsely, the sound going straight to the fire in the pit of your stomach already forming just from sucking him off and hearing his erotic grunts.

on the next thrust inside your warm, wet mouth, zeke emptied himself in the back of your throat with a low growl of ‘good fucking girl’, making you whine around his dick. the blond pulled you off as you started coughing, instructing you to ‘swallow, angel.’ being the whipped, little toy you did as you were told, looking up at him as you licked the remaining cum of your spit covered lips.

zeke smirked at your sensual display, whilst he stood up, pulling you up to your feet, only to push you against the dinner table and impatiently smash his lips against yours.

you had half the mind to think about how he didn’t even seem to care that his sticky cum still lingered in your mouth as he kissed you before your brain completely shut down because you were making out with zeke yeager.

strong palms wandered up your thighs under your short dress, cupping your ass while the flimsy fabric rode up as a consequence of his wandering hands. the display of strength as he easily lifted you up on the hard surface behind you, made your head spin. everything this man was doing had you weak in the knees and if you weren’t already seated, you were convinced your legs would’ve given out underneath you.

as yeager made room for himself between your thighs, spreading them in the process, your arms found their place around his broad shoulders, pulling him down even closer towards you as you tasted the whiskey and smoke on his slightly chapped lips. you could hear his soft chuckle at the displeased whimper you let out when he removed himself from you, before tracing his thumb faintly over your clothed clit. just that slightest contact with your puffy bundle of nerves had your hips twitching up, your face heating up at the obvious display of his effect on you.

“aww, is my slutty little baby desperate for her favorite uncle?”, he asked in mock empathy, ripping your tights like it was nothing, before his eyes soaked up the sight of your baby pink lace panties completely ruined by your slick.

“i see you were ready for something to happen today. were you hoping the little boy from earlier would fuck you?”, he almost snarled the question, before adding: “or were you hoping for me, bunny? are these pretty panties just for me?”

as your core gushed out more of your juices at the pet name, you obediently shook your head at his accusation of you dressing up for jean, mewling out: “y-you, daddy. only you.”

zeke closed his eyes to compose himself when his cock twitched alive once again at the sweet melody of you calling him daddy. he knew this was the point of no return. he could’ve stopped this before, he was sure of that, but not anymore. not when you oh so sweetly called out for your daddy to take care of you.

in one swift motion, your panties were gone and thrown into a dark corner of the kitchen, the only light illuminating the space coming from the turned-on lamp in the foyer from when you came home. forcing you to recline back as zeke lifted your legs up on his muscular shoulders, you shuddered as his hot breath hit your drenched pussy.

after just one kitten lick to your core, you heard zeke’s pleased hum, mumbling something along the lines of ‘just as sweet as you, bunny’, but you couldn’t tell for sure because the very next second he was diving tongue first into you, sucking, licking, and slurping like it’s his last meal. the moan that left you at his intense ministrations was downright pornographic and you could only clench around nothing as his large palm came up to silence you.

“as much as i’d love to listen to your cries, sweet thing, gonna wake your parents up if you keep at it”, he muttered against your sensitive clit, the vibrations only making you mewl against his hand.

your hands tried to find purchase somewhere, the hard surface of the table, your plush thighs, before your nails finally got a grasp of his blond locks, using the leverage as an advantage to push his face even further into your slick cunt.

the obscene, wet sounds that echoed in the room were making your face heat up, but the embarrassment didn’t stop you from grinding desperately against his tongue, his thick beard rubbing painfully but oh so deliciously against the delicate skin of your inner thighs.

when you felt two of his thick fingers probe at your entrance before pushing in, instantly hitting that one spot inside you, you threw your head back as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, thighs trembling against his head as you reached your peak around his digits. your back arched off the wooden table, thighs snugly pressing against the sides of his head, almost suffocating him in the process, while you moaned a long, high-pitched ‘daddy’ against his palm.

zeke yeager could proudly say that he’s had his fair share of women, but the sight of you, succumbing to the pleasure he was providing you with, was by far the most erotic he had the privilege of witnessing. the mix of your cross-eyed expression, your sloppy cunt clenching impossibly around his thick fingers and your body twitching from the aftershocks of your orgasm, only fueled his desire to see you go dumb on his fat cock.

a hard slap against the fat of your right thigh caused you to squeal, your legs sliding down from his shoulders, completely limp from all the spent energy. zeke leaned down, once again capturing your lips in a heated make out. his warm tongue still had the distinct taste of your release on it as it slipped between your lips, his full beard soaked in your juices scratching against your cheeks and chin, but you certainly didn’t mind as long as you could have him between your legs, mouths interlocked.

“wanna see your cute lil’ ass while i wreck you, bunny. can you turn around for daddy?”, he questioned, voice raspy, but he didn’t actually wait for an answer, grabbing your hips in a bruising grip and flipping you over on your stomach, ass pressed up against his crotch already. not being able to control yourself at another clear display that his muscles weren’t just for show, your hips automatically grinded back against his painfully hard cock.

another strong blow was delivered, this time to your bouncy behind, your small mewl echoing in the large space. “slutty, desperate whores aren’t appreciated here, bunny. thought you were daddy’s good, little girl? guess daddy was wrong about you”, zeke sighed in faux disappointment, knowing you would do anything for him to keep praising you.

“n-no! am your good, little girl! ‘m sorry, daddy, please don’t leave”, you practically sobbed out, to drunk on his touch to realize the manipulative undertone in his phrasing.

smirking victoriously, the blond tenderly smoothed his huge palm, with his fingers covered in your already dried up essences, over your ass check, his fat tip nudging against your soaked entrance, whilst he shh-ed you, promising that he’s ‘not gonna leave you bunny, ‘m all yours.’

at the promise of him belonging to you, your eyes rolled into the back of your head, just as yeager decided to push his aching dick into your tight pussy. at the first bump against your gummy walls, you both knew no one would ever be able to compare. it was a tight fit as he continued to push past the resistance of your cunt, hissing at the continuous contractions around his sensitive cock. no way in hell, he thought to himself as he already had to hold himself back from cumming as if he were some virgin all over again.

when he finally bottomed out, his patience was close to non-existent, so without waiting for you to adjust, he started thrusting in you like a mad man. your hands flew out to grab the other edge of the wooden surface to have some kind of support, as his powerful thrusts made the whole table shake and drag across the tiled floor.

“’s too much, daddy! slow down!”, you wailed, knowing full well that this was exactly what you waited for all this time. the dark chuckle that left his panting and grunting mouth told you that he was also very aware of the fact that you didn’t actually want him to slow down, so the only reaction you got, besides his acknowledging chuckle, were his thrusts picking up in speed.

after another strong hit to your jiggling ass and a groan that sounded suspiciously like ‘such a perfect ass’, zeke leaned over you, completely covering you with his large frame. his hand found its way to your front, giving your tits a quick squeeze through your dress, before continuing its journey up, finally settling around your neck.

as it constricted around your neck, thick fingers expertly pressing against the pressure points, restricting the air flow oh so deliciously, your spit-covered lips fell open in a silent ‘o’, the act lurching you impossibly closer to your orgasm. at this point, the only coherent words you were able to formulate were ‘yes’, ‘daddy’ and ‘please’, causing the tall man’s chest to fill with pride at your dumbed out state.

“my cute, submissive, little bunny. have i fucked you stupid with my cock?”, he teased, only to get his confirmation by the lack of response on your side, too far gone to process that he asked a question.

the rhythmic clenching of your warm core reminded him that his dick was practically begging him to let it stuff you full of his sticky cum, so as his grip on your throat and hip tightened even more, he let his carnal desires take over as he rutted impossibly faster inside you.

every thrust caused his fat tip to poke harshly against your cervix, the feeling of pain only fueling your pleasure, as you silently took all your favorite uncle was giving you. somewhere in the back of your mind the thought of your father sleeping just in the next room flew around, but it quickly got fucked back out by zeke’s fat cock.

at the next rough plunge inside your warm walls and the low growl of ‘cum on daddy’s fucking cock, bunny’ directly beside your ear, you came undone with a loud moan of his name. you were pretty sure the force of your orgasm made you blackout for a second, because the next time you came to your senses, zeke was shooting his load inside your inviting cunt directly at your cervix, your name leaving his lips like a prayer.

you were exhausted. your whole body shook and twitched, your stomach hurt from being pressed against the edge of the dinner table for so long, sweat dripping down on the surface from your face and neck.

suddenly the room was way too quiet, safe for the heavy breathing and your occasional whimpers. slowly, zeke pulled out, only to spread your cheeks apart to take a good luck at your abused pussy pushing out his white cum. it slowly trickled down your legs, mixing with your leaked juices on the tiles beneath your feet.

not having the energy to move, you let the blond male pull down your dress back over your ass, listening to the rustle of fabric and belt clicking as he got dressed again. just as he gently helped you stand-up again, you could hear a yawn coming from the doorway that led to the living room.

“what’re you both doing?”, your half-awake father asked as he made his way through the kitchen past you to get to the foyer. your nails dug into zeke’s muscular forearms as the panic of getting caught formed in the pit of your stomach, only to hear the older man murmur a casual, seemingly sleepy ‘she just got home, gonna go sleep now’, as though he wasn’t blowing out your back just a few minutes prior.

with an unsuspecting ‘’aight, night you two’, your dad disappeared in the shared bedroom with your sleeping mother.

“fuck”, you breathed out, stressed at almost being caught and your legs buckling, only for zeke’s strong arms to hold you up right.

“hey, look at me, angel”, the male softly demanded, gaze tender as your eyes met his. “i’ll bring you to bed and clean up here, okay? don’t worry about a thing.”

a sleepy, but happy smile stretched itself across your lips at him caring for you so deeply.

“open your mouth, sweetheart.”

without second-guessing the request, you obediently opened your mouth, only to feel his saliva hit your outstretched tongue. the taste made you mewl needily as you realized what it all meant. you were his and he was yours.

zeke chuckled, amused by your blissed out expression, before pecking your lips, picking you up and caring you to your room with you mumbling a satisfied ‘best birthday ever’ against his neck.

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asmo-ds · 3 years

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Ok so you made a list on they guys toxic traits. How would they react if the MC just snaped one day and broke out into sob because of what they did and say to them and the MC calls them out on it pointed put how Diavolo doesn't do or say the shit they do and hes full blood demon unlike them all in a croaked voice from crying so hard

React to MC Calling Them Out on Their Toxicity

Obey Me Brothers x MC angst HCs

Warnings: Yelling, toxic relationships, breakdowns, violence, Mammon being the guardian he was assigned to be :)

Summary: When MC finally breaks down and calls them out on their toxic behavior towards the human the boys finally realize just how different human emotions are from the creatures in hell they’ve grown so accustomed to.

I’m putting the contents of the original post this ask referred to under each of the characters to make it clearer for those who have not seen it

i know Lucifer is hot sexy big sex dominant professional daddy master man BUT please remember he shows his love via punishment and cruelty towards his family

- Lucifer was in the middle of hanging a crying Mammon upside down when it happened.

- “He’s in pain Lucifer, you should let him down! There are better ways to handle this,” MC had suggested only to be met with a low growl followed by:

- “Stay out of this, human, you are here to attend RAD and nothing else. Do not butt into our personal business.”

- He could practically feel MC’s upset expression as he continued to tie the knots around Mammon’s body

- “I’m a human, correct,” MC starts and he’s startled by their cold voice, “but what makes me human is my inability to stand by while someone I know is in so much pain!”

- Lucifer is a bit taken back by their boldness and is in his demon form holding them up by the throat in seconds.

- “Who the Hell do you think you are?!” He snarled, tightening his grip and pushing their struggling body against the wall harshly, causing their head to bounce off the wall with a loud thump, blood slowly beginning to trickle from the sight of the impact

- He could barely hear Mammon’s frantic cries for him to let go of the human as his adrenaline rushed, unable to believe that the human had actually spoken to him like that,

- He was suddenly ripped away from MC, thrown across the room and he looked up to see Diavolo had come

- “I had some paperwork I wanted to give you but instead walked in on you taking advantage of your strength over someone smaller than you, you’re pathetic,” Diavolo snarled, disgusted by Lucifer’s actions

- MC wailed and threw themselves against Diavolo, him tightly embracing them and trying to soothe them

- “Y-y-you’re the Lord of Demons and yet,” they sniffled and hiccupped into Diavolo’s chest as he continued to glare at Lucifer, who could only watch on in despair as he realized what he had done, “and yet you a-are so mu-uch kinder than them, th-thank you Diavolo!”

- “Wait, MC! I’m sorry!” Lucifer began to stand before realizing Mammon had managed to escape and was now holding him down, preventing him form moving toward the trembling human.

- “Lucifer... I don’t want to see you ever again!” MC had cried as Diavolo and them left the house.

- After MC was brought to the demon lord’s castle he received word from Barbatos that he had been suspended from his duties until further notice per the request of Diavolo.

- Barbatos also collected MC’s stuff, moving it to the Demon Lord’s castle where they would spend the rest of the year

- Lucifer couldn’t bring himself to leave his room, afraid of his brothers’ judgmental looks, he refused to see how much he had hurt the family and the relationship with the human he’d done so much to care for in just a matter of thirty seconds.

- Lucifer never forgives himself for hurting MC, but he acts like he was in the right for the sake of his ego.

- But he really missed MC and was angry with himself for letting them go so easily and for not just accepting that maybe they were right and he could change for them

- Everyone notices a decrease in the cruelty he showed towards his brothers

- how did a human manage to stir up these feelings within him?

I know Mammon is an adorable tsundere with a chaotic streak BUT please remember he also insults MC in order to keep up his own self image of being a “tough demon” even if he loves MC underneath the mask

- Mammon had been on his way back from getting scolded for stealing from Lucifer’s wallet once again, when he ran into MC

- “Mammon! What’s wrong? Are you Okay?!” He hastily wiped the tears from his face, MC really cares about me... a blush rises to his cheeks at that thought

- “Nothin’ is wrong, mind yer business,” he shoves past them

- “but you’re clearly hurting, Mammon let me help!”

- “I don’t need help from a stupid human,” he says, not turning to look at them due to his still red cheeks as he continued to be flustered by their concern for him

- “Stupid human....” he heard MC say quietly back to themselves, his heart sinking as he realized he said it so harshly

- “Hold on-MC- I didn-” he starts but is frozen in shock as he sees the human glaring at the floor with tears streaming down their cheeks, biting their lips to keep sobs trapped inside themselves. “MC, hey liste-” He reaches out to touch their shoulder but they jerk away turning from him.

- “Not even the demon who is meant to be the cruelest of them all calls me names for wanting to help him,” their voice trembled and his heart broke, “I just wanted to help... why do you insist on insulting me?”

- MC ran away from him, leaving the house, passing Asmo and Satan as they left.

- Satan chased after MC as Asmodeus walked up to Mammon, slapping him across the face harshly, “why can’t you just be honest with them for once?! Don’t you realize how badly you’ve been hurting them because you refuse to be nice to stroke your own ‘bad boy’ ego?!”

- Mammon stared at the floor, tears rolling down his cheeks silently, “I-I didn’t mean to hurt them,”

- “But you did. Not to mention you never even apologize for it,” Asmodeus walks away, leaving Mammon to stand alone, shamefully hanging his head as he fell to his knees.

- The one person who ever cared about him and he did nothing but insult them and yet still expected them to love him? What a douchebag he was...

- Guess he was nothing but a greedy scumbag

i know Levi is a cute blushy otaku recluse that we all want to top BUT he also gets jealous very easily which leads to him often getting violent or guilt tripping MC by insulting himself until they feel guilty and stay with him to make him feel better despite their own wishes

- Leviathan had jus ordered a new game titled “I just landed in Hell, seven hot demon lords are my roommates and I’m trying really hard not to fuck them”

- He rushed towards MC’s room, desperate for them to play with him

- He walked in without knocking and saw MC cuddled up with Mammon and Beel, watching some movie that none of them seemed to actually pay attention to as they just horsed around.

- “Hey, MC! I just got a new game, come on let’s go play it!” he tried not to let his jealousy show.

- “Ah, maybe later Levi, I’m hanging out with Beel and Mammon right now!” MC smiles kindly, to which he grows a bit sad

- “I get it... who would want to hangout with a yucky otaku like me anyway...” he lowers his head pouting

- “Levi, just give me a few minutes to finish the movie!” MC says, still trying to be kind and patient

- “No you don’t have to... I’m just going to go play alone like the loser I am...”

- “DON’T” MC stands up, Beel and Mammon watching as MC walks up to Levi, thinking that the human was going to go with him and play

- Levi smiles thinking the same thing and gets ready to leave, but instead MC comes to him and glares at him, making his heart sink

- “You do NOT get to guilt trip me like that,” MC growls, “I told you I need a minute, I never said any of that stuff and I KNOW you were saying that stuff just to get me to come with you instead of staying here,” Levi blushes as MC calls him out, his heart beating rapidly with nerves as he realizes just how mad MC was at him

- MC pushes him out of their room, slamming the door and he hears them mumbling some angry stuff to the other two brothers behind the door

- Ashamed of himself he goes back to his room and locks himself there for a few weeks, kind of waiting for MC to come check on him and apologize, but then he realizes that is exactly why they are mad at him, so he decides to try and get his shit together

- But his anxiety gets in the way and he decides MC would be better off without him and he tries to avoid them no matter how much he craves their attention

i know Satan is an intelligent man who is trying his best to keep his anger in check at all times BUT if you are in a relationship where someone is getting mad at you constantly despite their efforts pls look out for yourself and let yourself be selfish and avoid the person no matter how bad it may hurt them because your own happiness should come first

- After a fight with Lucifer, Satan had gone to his room to blow off some steam

- He was storming around and throwing things and throwing a temper tantrum

- MC came to check on him and they knocked politely, calling his name and asking if they could come in

- Despite using their manners and being as respectful as possible; their interruption of his tantrum pissed him the hell off

- He swung the door open and pushed them down, eyeing them like a normal demon would; nothing but an innocent soul to munch on

- MC tried to escape but he caught their ankle, and dangled them like a rag doll as his claws sunk into the limb he held

- He could see their mouth moving and tears streaming down their face but he couldn’t process the words they were wailing

- He only stopped when Mammon punched him harshly, causing him to drop the human and go flying through the nearest wall, which happened to be Asmodeus’s, who was infuriated by the destruction of his room, but his focus immediately turned to Mammon and the trembling human he held

- Satan could barely hear or see much of anything anymore as Mammon’s punch had knocked him nearly out-cold

- Later when his senses came back he went to MC to apologize

- When he walked in they screamed and cowered in the corner.

- “MC, I won’t hurt you I promise-”

- “You always say that! You promised to never hurt me, Satan! All I wanted was to see if you wanted anything to help you calm down but you decided that was reason enough to try and eat my soul. For fuck’s sake, Diavolo is the Demon Lord and he isn’t half as cruel and manipulative as you are!” He watched the human tremble and cry their response out

- The loud noises had once again caught the attention of the humans guardian for their time in the Devildom

- Mammon walked in and grabbed Satan by the collar, dragging him out the door and slamming it behind him

- Satan sat against the wall and could hear how much pain MC was in as they cried to Mammon and he wanted nothing more than to run in there and take his place but he knew he had royally fucked up

- Scared of his own anger, he decided to not leave his room unless he was attending RAD, family meals, or the Library, because he was so afraid of making the human he had loved afraid and he didn’t want them to feel so much pain just by seeing him

i know Asmodeus is a cute feminine boy with a love for self care and pampering and fashion BUT he always be littles others for not being as good or pretty as him and is super gossipy

- MC had come to school after a sleepover with Asmo, where things got deep and emotional and MC’s most shameful secret was revealed to him

- and he said he wouldn’t tell anybody. he really wasn’t going to but...

- MC noticed the weird stares followed by giggles of the succubi at RAD, clearly whispering about MC which made their stomach feel sick

- MC wasn’t sure what the deal was today until a succubus came up to them at lunch,

- “hey human, i heard that *insert your most humiliating memory*” she snickers with her friends, watching mc turn pale

- Unable to form words MC bolted out of there

- Unluckily for Asmodeus, MC just do happened to run into him

- “Ah! MC, dear, be careful or you and I will both ends up bruised-“ he’s cut off by a slapping sound

- he’s in so much shock he doesn’t even realize MC had slapped him for a few seconds

- “I should’ve known better than to trust you with my secrets.” MC growled, turning around to storm off, “Guess I forgot you were a demon. No, demons are like Diavolo, they at least have some itty bit of kindness in their hearts. You. You’re a monster.”

- Asmo watched them storm off and felt tears come to his eyes

- They were right, for once he had someone who loved him for more than power, looks, and sex, and what did he do? He hurt them and destroyed their reputation.

- He eventually fell off of his skincare routine and stopped coming home every night, instead, he was too busy partying and passing out in strangers’ beds and being glad the demons and succubi who dances with him and slept with him didn’t care for his personality

- cuz he knew his personality was the one part of him that was ugly as hell and he hated it

i know Beelzebub is a gentle giant who cares for his entire family BUT he also throws tantrums that hurt people when he gets hungry and isn’t given food asap

- After his sports practice, he was starving and on edge

- He hungrily eyed a strangers’ meal as he and MC walked home from the campus

- “Beel, don’t even think about stealing that poor demon’s food,” MC scolded him, unknowingly lighting a fuse inside of him

- He shifted to his demon form and grabbed MC by the shoulders harshly

- “Well what else am I supposed to eat?! Do you want me to eat you?!” He shook them, making them whimper out in pain as his claws dug into their flesh

- “B-Beel, you’re hurting me!” MC cried out, but he was too hungry to care and leaned in, about to take a bite out of the poor human before he felt himself get pulled away and pin against the ground

- “Beelzebub, just what in the Devildom do you think you’re doing?” Lucifer’s chilling voice snarled at his younger brother, a crowd forming to watch the two demon lords fight

- “I’m HUNGRY!” Beelzebub went to strike Lucifer, but instead, MC being MC, grabbed his arm to try and stop him, causing him to fling them against the wall, them hitting it with a loud cracking sound, blood pouring out from the back of their head as they rubbed it

- Seeing them bleed made him more hungry but then he saw the look of despair and disappointment that he had seen on his younger sister so many years ago and he snapped out of it

- “MC!” Lucifer rushed to the human’s side, picking them up gently and giving Beel one last cold look before flying off quickly to the Demon Lord’s castle, where Barbatos would be able to heal MC

- Beelzebub felt his hunger dissipate, instead, the guilt eating away at him as the sight of MC’s despair filled eyes flashed through his head

- When MC returned later that night he went to apologize when he heard them in the kitchen

- “MC,” they flinched and whipped around, immediately using one hand to grip their head as dizziness struck them for a moment, the other hand out in front of them in a defensive manner

- Beel’s heart broke and he felt tears starting to form as he started to approach them, intending to hug them comfortingly

- “STAY RIGHT THERE!” MC yelled, their pact forcing his feet to stay planted where they were

- “Y-you don’t have to apologize okay? I should have known better than to scold a monster,” he winced at the word but let them continue, “But that said it isn’t entirely my fault. Every other demon in that plaza could smell me and didn’t pounce me, they had better control than that. Even when I go out alone nobody attacks me! Hell, even the Demon Lord himself isn’t cruel enough to attack me I-I just, please, stay away from me Beel,” and when they looked up he had tears streaming down his face and he was biting his lips to keep from crying

- As badly as they wanted to comfort the crying boy, they knew that they would be putting their own safety at risk if they were to forgive him and make him think he would be so easily forgiven

- Beelzebub suddenly started to stop feeling hungry as every time his stomach growled all he could see was the image of himself about to bite into MC and he would start to feel sick to his stomach

- He doesn’t forgive himself and gets really depressed because he thinks MC’s pain is his fault just like Lilith’s death

i know Belphegor is a sleepy baby with a love for pranks and mischief BUT he literally killed MC but as soon as he found out they were a descendant of his little sister he suddenly just flipped a switch and didn’t even really apologize

- MC was sleeping in the attic next to Belphegor, tossing and turning as a nightmare filled their head

- They could practically feel his claws wrapped around their frail neck snapping it and laughing as they faded from their body

- MC sat up panting and screaming, Belphegor waking up and rubbing his eyes sleepily as he wrapped his arms around MC

- “NO NO NO GET OFF OF ME STOP IT” they continued to scream, flailing around in his embrace, he refused to let go though, convinced they just needed a hug to comfort them from whatever had scared them so bad

- They began to sob hysterically, their voice screaming out for Mammon

- Panicking he continued to hold them in place, afraid if he let go they’d sprint off

- and he was right, they bit his arm and he pulled away as they stood up and sprinted down the hall

- “MC WAIT” he chased after them, worried they’d get hurt

- As they saw the door of their guardian (Mammon), they called out his name

- Belphegor placed a hand over their mouth, worried about the others waking up, but it was too late as Mammon and Satan had both been woken by the cries of the human

- “HELP ME MAMMON PLEASE” MC sobbed, Belphegor sending a panicked and hurt look to his brothers

- Mammon pushed Belphie away as he took MC back into his room to calm them down

- After a mini-argument with Satan that ended up getting shut down by Lucifer, he went back to bed

- The next morning he saw MC was sitting at the breakfast table and he smiled at them, only to watch them shoot a look to Mammon, who then pulled their chair closer to his own protectively

- They all ate in silence, the awkward and tense atmosphere keeping anybody from starting a conversation

- After everyone else left he went up to MC and cornered them, covering their mouth to keep them quiet so he could say what he needed to

- “I already apologized for everything so why do you still need to freak out whenever you see me?!” he asked, annoyed that despite his apology for killing MC, they still felt uncomfortable around him

- They slapped his hand away, “You didn’t really apologize. You only apologized because I’m a descendant of your dead sister, you didn’t apologize to me, MC, you apologized to Lilith,” MC shoves him and starts to walk away from the stunned demon

- “Its kind of funny that despite all the problems I’ve caused for his program, Diavolo has never tried to kill me.” MC says before finally making their exit

- Belphegor gets lost in his own thoughts after that, as he finally realized that he had been seeing them as a replacement Lilith rather than themselves

- even if he wanted to try apologizing again, he was unable to as Mammon became more and more protective of them, shooing Belphie away with dirty looks anytime they were in the same room

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ficsforeren · 3 years

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BESTIE, YOUR CHAPTERS ARE ALL I LOOK FORWARD TO AT THE END OF EACH WEEK. I'M SO EXCITED AAAAAAAAAAAA. PLS INDULGE US INTO MORE OF THE CRAZY SHENANIGANS EREN HAS DONE INVOLVING HIS CAREER. IMAGINE HIM DOING A BUZZFEED THIRST TWEETS WITH THE REST OF EMPIRE.

DUDE THANK YOU!!!! AND OMG YES THIRST TWEETS!!! Here, I'll share my headcanons

Eren

gets endless amount of thirst tweets every week. every goddamn week. and he doesn't even have a twitter/instagram account.

does not give a single fuck about people thirsting over him

he thinks it's despicable when people appreciate his music because of his looks and not because of his talent

bored ™ 99.9999999% of the time when he reads them

a lot of the thirst tweets he receives are about his abs (from that one time he took off his shirt on the stage jesus fuckin christ), his voice, his jawlines, and, of course, his hair

his thirst tweets are really, really thirsty

they'd be like, "I'll let Eren Jaeger from Empire slit my throat with his jawline every fucking day" or "send Eren Jaeger my fucking way I HAVE HANDS AND I HAVE HOLES AND I AM WILLING TO PUT THEM TO GOOD USE" or "Eren Jaeger can honestly sit on my face, suffocate me with his balls and my ghost will say thank you daddy" or "just spent my evening thinking about softly running my fingers through Eren Jaeger's hair as I ride his fucking tongue"

his response is usually just: takes a deep breath as he runs his eyes quickly through the tweet, stares into the camera and says, "you need help. seriously."

sometimes he doesn't even say anything. he just takes out the tiny paper from the jar, silently reads through it with boredom written on his face, crumples the paper with one hand and tosses it down to the floor

the staff would be like "you're not gonna read it out loud?" and he's like "you don't want me to read that out loud."

if he finds the tweet to be amusing, he'll read it out loud slowly as he faintly smirks to himself but that's just about it

more often than not he just goes "no" *throws paper* "no" *throws paper* "no" *throws paper* until there are no papers left in the jar, then he'll look at the camera, smile cynically and say, "this is why I don't have a twitter account and I'm never gonna make one, thanks guys" (credit to @justasketch for this one)

Jean

fucking loves thirst tweets. eats them as breakfast every morning. it boosts up his self-esteem.

intentionally does dirty things on the stage to get even more thirsty tweets coming his way

takes every thirst tweet like a goddamn compliment

he could get a tweet like "i don't even really like chocolate but god knows i'd lick chocolate off Jean Kirschtein's body any day" and he'd be like, smirking at the camera while saying, "sweetheart, the real question is, what part of the body?"

responds with very dirty words that buzzfeed has to cut off his sentence short. there's this tweet that says "can i just suffocate Jean Kirschtein with my boobs already?" and he'd say shit like "well, baby girl, why don't you suffocate me with your boobs while I stick my fucking coc--" and the camera changes back to eren

is secretly hoping to get the nastiest tweets out there so when he got something like "Jean Kirschtein's personality is so perfect, he can softly punch me in the face with his lips" he'd be "what, that's it??? COME ON, EREN GOT SOMEONE SAYING SHIT ABOUT EATING HIS DICK FOR BREAKFAST AND I GOT COMPLIMENTS ON MY PERSONALITY??? SERIOUSLY???"

didn't get as many tweets as Eren did during their buzzfeed thirst tweets and it pissed him off for days

sometimes when he lies on his bed at night, he can still hear eren's voice when he read his thirst tweets. it just haunts him everyday.

Reiner

does not understand the concept of thirst tweets. he just thinks people are being super weird. or rude.

ones that he does understand, make him blush so hard, he covers his face with both hands

says "oh god" or "dear lord" many times as he reads

gets almost as many thirst tweets as Jean, but they revolve more around his ass. or about him destroying someone's ass.

is not familiar with the dirty slangs

or scientific ones

he could get a tweet like "I want Reiner Braun to wreck my mucous membrane" and he'd be like "what's, uh... what--which--what mucous membrane are we talking about?"

"Reiner Braun always makes me jizz a little bit" and he'd respond with a frown, asking the staff "do women jizz? I don't--I had no idea."

there was this tweet that went "Reiner Braun is the only one I can trust to destroy my bussy" and he was like "what's a bussy?" and when the staff told him "it's their butt" it took him a good ten minutes just staring at the paper to process the thought and contemplate his life choices

gets pretty nasty tweets too, like "I'd lick Reiner Braun's butthole from balls to back every day, anywhere he wants" and he'll look like he's on the verge of throwing up, saying "our Lord does not appreciate this kind of talking"

#this was fun! thanks for submitting this ask anon!#eren smut #jean smut #reiner smut #eren headcanons #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #eren yeager #eren #jean kirschtien #reiner braun #the last song canon

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ahtsumu · 3 years

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long shots ; miya osamu

pairing: miya osamu x f!reader

synopsis: miya osamu is the teacher’s assistant for food chemistry i. you can’t stop thinking about him.

tag(s): college!au, slow burn, TA!miya osamu, grad student!reader, fluff, reader is a go-getter!! ; warning(s): profanity, suggestive themes, talk of insecurities and imposter syndrome ; wc: 5.6k

a/n: happy birthday to @starrysamu! i love u. pls excuse any errors. i’ll weed them out later! btw this fic is not a sugar daddy au LOL

HIS NAME IS Miya Osamu and he always looks like he has it all figured out. Comes in every class with his black hair perfectly tousled, the sleeves of his dark button-up rolled to his elbows, a cup of coffee in one hand and the strap of that black messenger bag in another.

“He drives a BMW, did ya know?” Isla says in your ear one morning. Your only friend in Food Chemistry I gives you a pointed look before sitting back in her chair in the lecture hall with a smirk on her face. “Saw it this morning. Bet he’s loaded.” The two of you watch the subject in question walk across the classroom and settle in his seat at the table in the corner.

“Shut up,” you whisper with wide eyes. A grin–– far from innocent–– makes its way onto your face. “Imagine being Miya Osamu’s sugar baby.”

“He’s not old enough to be a sugar daddy.” Isla looks at her nails disinterestedly. “And that’s too many AUs in one. He’s already the TA, for god’s sake. This isn’t some shitty Wattpad novel.”

A light giggle slips out of your lips. “I can see the title already. My Sugar Daddy is the TA?!”

Now, if anyone had been listening in on your conversation, they would’ve assumed many things about you. The first being that you’re both gold-diggers. This is untrue–– at least, in your case. Isla, you’re not so sure about, given how your friendship only goes back about one month. But she tags you in memes on Instagram so maybe it’s as real as real gets. Their second assumption would be that you have a big fat crush on your TA. That one’s complicated, mostly because it’s true, but only kinda. It all started in the second week of school when Isla caught you staring at Osamu and slipped you a post-it note with both your initials encircled in a heart. And, because you’re shameless with a good sense of humour, you made a show of kissing it while she was looking. And thus began your meaningless but incredibly entertaining, satirical, co-written fantasy about Miya Osamu.

It also didn’t help that on the first essay you got back, Isla’s paper had been marked up with “are you sure?”s and “this is a jump”s, while yours had “excellent reasoning” and “insightful analysis”. You’d even gotten a little comment at the bottom: y/n, fantastic work. you should speak up in class more often. –– OM

But Miya Osamu doesn’t play favourites because the next week you’d gotten another essay back, this time with another comment at the bottom: y/n, not your best work. you could’ve done better by connecting your first paragraph with the second using grant’s reading. conclusion lacked punch, too. all the best. –– OM

Every time you’d read the words scrawled in blue ink, you’d felt a pair of eyes on you. But you chalk it up to Osamu being a careful grader. A good TA. Someone who cares about his students.

Isla calls bullshit on that. You’re not really sure how to feel about her stance.

The classroom door opens and shuts again. You don’t have to look at your phone to know that it’s nine on the dot. Instead, you and Isla straighten your backs, pull out your notebooks, and focus. Your no-nonsense professor says “good morning” in her usual perky manner before jumping right into her keynote presentation.

“Did you all find the reading okay?” Professor Lee asks an hour into the lecture.

A chorus of “yes”s fill the air. You bite your lip, wondering if revealing that you didn’t understand shit will out you as the class idiot. Or maybe your silence is telling enough–– maybe the people in the seats beside you have noticed the grimace on your face and are having thoughts like ‘gee whiz, am I glad I’m not dumb like her’. Heat rushes to your cheeks. Sometimes you really wonder if you’re smart enough to be here. Occurrences like these do nothing to dispel your insecurities.

You vaguely hear her ask something like, “Any thoughts about the reading?” It’s not that you’re actually dumb. It’s just that this class is ridiculously hard for an introductory course, even for a graduate programme. From the start of the semester til now, fifteen people have dropped the class. There’s just twenty of you left. Guess a ridiculously hot TA can’t save a course’s drop-rate.

Before you can make your mind up on what to say, your professor moves on from her question.

As you look off to the side of the room for a break from your thoughts, you find a pair of blue-grey eyes pointed in your direction.

Everything about you, from the expression on your face to the way your muscles tense, makes you look like a deer caught in headlights–– even though he was the one caught staring in the first place. So maybe your shamelessness works on a scale.

Miya Osamu lifts one corner of his mouth.

And as if the exchange hadn’t happened at all, he looks back down at his laptop and continues typing.

The rest of the lecture goes through one ear and out the other.

“Everyone, I believe Osamu has something he wants to say,” Professor Lee says as everyone begins packing their bags.

The raven-haired TA slides out of his seat and sits on top of his desk. “Yeah.” Osamu clears his throat and crosses his arms over his chest. You notice how the muscles in his arms bulge from the movement.

“Whipped,” Isla mutters, grinning mischievously.

“Him for me,” you whisper back, though your eyes do travel back to his face where they should’ve been all along. Osamu catches your gaze and holds it. And then he looks away again.

“Now, I know you’re all Nobel prizewinners in the making,” he begins, garnering a round of snickers and giggles from your classmates. Most people say that cliques dissolve in college. That there’s no such thing as popularity amongst graduate students. That much, you agree with. But no one ever said anything about popular teacher’s assistants. Especially smart, attractive, witty teacher’s assistants like Miya Osamu. “But in case you didn’t understand the reading or would like to develop a deeper understanding of it, don’t hesitate to email me. I’ll try to host a review session all of us can attend.”

Professor Lee smiles appreciatively at Osamu, adding, “That’s a wonderful idea, Osamu. Guys, please take this opportunity if you struggled with the reading. I know eighty pages is a lot, but our next three classes are structured around the concepts in the reading and the mid-term next week will almost exclusively be about it, too.”

Well, shit.

To: [email protected]

Hi Osamu,

I was wondering if I could get some help with the reading from last class. To be frank, I couldn’t make it past page 15 and I’m lost like a snot-faced five-year-old in a shopping mall on Black Friday. Sorry. Thanks in advance!

Regretfully,

Y/N

MS Candidate

College of Agriculture and Life Sciences

Haikyuu University

From: [email protected]

no problem. is 5 pm tomorrow at jack’s okay? we start on the concepts from the reading next class so i want to get you up to speed asap. let me know. thanks.

PhD Candidate

College of Agriculture and Life Sciences

Haikyuu University

It’s five minutes to five when you pull into the parking lot of Jack’s Diner. The shiny, retrofuturistic eatery is a university favourite but the empty parking lot tells you it’s completely deserted right now (and rightfully so–– who eats dinner before six?). The black BMW parked a few spots from your car, however, says that you’re not alone.

Osamu’s figure comes into view as you reach for the handle to the front door of Jack’s. The twenty-six-year-old sits by himself at one of the bright red tables in the back, typing away on his dark grey laptop.

His head lifts up at the sound of the opening door. Osamu calls out your name and waves you over.

“Hi,” you greet with a smile, sitting down across from him.

“Hey.”

You look around before leaning forward on the table. “Is anyone else coming?”

“No.” Osamu sits back in his seat. “I thought about hosting one big group, but then I realised that it’d probably be stressful for the staff here.” He nods his head in the direction of the kitchen. “And I had a hunch that everyone would have different questions. Forcing everyone to review concepts they already know is a waste of time.”

At first, you nod. That makes sense. But then you furrow your brows. “So how long have you been here?”

Osamu blinks. He hadn’t expected you to ask about him. “Hmm? Oh.” He taps his phone to check the time. “Just a while.”

Quirking a brow, you ask, “And how long is ‘a while’ to you?”

“Seven hours,” he admits, chuckling lightly when he sees your jaw drop. “A lot of people had questions. They just don’t act like they do. Anyway, time flies. Really, it does.” Quickly, he clears his throat and sits forward. “So, about your email.” He grins. “Not sure if you meant it to be funny, but it was.”

“I’m glad my distress was entertaining for you. Do you TA just to watch grad students suffer?”

“Perks of the job,” Osamu says. His grin widens when you giggle. He’s never heard you laugh before and he realises at that moment that it’s really nice. And then that same grin falters. Gracefully, of course, and imperceptibly to you. But not to him. Is it okay for him to be… thinking things like that? About a student? But you’re not really his student since he’s just the TA. Right? Osamu ignores the weird feeling that comes over him and clasps his hands together at the edge of his laptop. “Back to your email. Can ya tell me what you’re confused about?”

Three hours and two Impossible Burgers later, you suddenly understand everything about food molecules so well that you wonder why you’d even been confused in the first place. But besides that, you’ve also picked up things about Osamu. As a person and not an idea. Not that you’d been actively searching for fun facts about your TA. But they’d stuck to your brain like gum at the bottom of a desk. He likes to slip sarcastic quips into a conversation every now and then. Eats burgers upside down (“The right way,” as he’d said, smirking). Is friendlier than he looks.

“You’re really good at explaining things,” you comment as Osamu shuts his laptop closed.

“Well, I kinda have to be,” he says. And maybe it’s the mental fatigue catching up on him or the fact that he’s real fond of the reason why he can break big concepts down into morsels but suddenly, the rest of his thoughts spill out his mouth like wine. “I have a twin brother with potato salad for brains.”

“Oh?”

And before he can stop himself, he tells you about Miya Atsumu, the pro-athlete you’ve definitely heard of but never gave too much thought. And then you hold onto the fact that they were both on the volleyball team and you ask of which school, so then he tells you about Inarizaki, the high school he attended, and then his decision not to go pro to go to college, and then––

“Sorry,” he laughs, cheeks turning pink. “You probably didn’t need to hear all that.”

“No, it’s fine,” you say–– and you mean it. “Your life is interesting.”

Osamu leans back in his chair. “Well, I’m sure yours is, too.” He holds your gaze like it’s the key to your presence. It’s an invitation. The kind that comes from people who don’t really know if they want you around but also don’t want you gone.

You take it.

Osamu shouldn’t–– he really shouldn’t–– but he wonders about the things you didn’t tell him the entire drive home.

Isla laughs when you tell her about what happened at Jack’s. You lay in bed with your phone next to you on speaker, your face turned on your pillow so that you’re staring out the window at the city below.

“He wants you,” she sings.

“Or he was just being nice.”

“Methinks not!” Isla giggles. “He’s intrigued, girl! You’re like that cute little new mystery in his life and he just wants to get to know you.”

“I think he was just being polite.”

“Or he’s crushing on you!”

“In your dreams.”

“You mean yours? Boo, you’re no fun today. Usually, you go along with the jokes.” Isla’s tone is playful on the surface but full of implications.

A few silent seconds pass. Yeah, you think, agreeing. I do.

“Girl,” Isla drags out the word in a high pitch, saying it like a scientist says ‘eureka’. “You’re not playing along anymore because it’s real now. You're actually catching feelings!”

“Am not!” you laugh.

“The Y/N I knew would’ve said ‘nah, bitch, he’s catching feelings’ and I think that says all there is to say.”

“Okay, I think he’s cute but it’s not a crush,” you concede, grinning. “And he’s the TA, Isles. It’d never happen.”

“Not while he’s still a TA in a class you take.”

“Isla.”

“Ask him out once this semester ends! Unless you’re chicken.”

“I’m not asking him out.”

“Knew you were––”

“Have you seen me? He’s asking me out.”

Miya Osamu walks through the door at eight-fifty as usual that next morning, dressed in his usual button-up, holding his usual cup of coffee. But this time, as the rest of his tall frame passes through the doorway, Osamu’s eyes subtly scan the faces in the lecture hall, lingering for just a while over yours. The corners of your lips turn up. You hope he saw that.

“Bitch!” Isla whisper-screams. The students sitting around you turn around at the noise and grin at each other when they realise it’s just Isla being… well, Isla. She shoos them away jokingly.

“What?” you whisper back.

“Care to explain why our TA was literally eye-fucking you?”

“That was hardly eye-fucking,” you retort. “Maybe like an eye-handshake.”

“Yeah, a naked eye-handshake where his thang is handshaking your––”

He does it again the next class.

And the next.

And then he doesn’t. Miya Osamu walks through the door to Food Chemistry I at eight-fifty in the morning in a navy blue button-up with a cup of coffee in his hand and looks through the rows of seats in the lecture hall for your face, only to find it missing.

He debates pressing the matter.

To: [email protected]

hey osamu,

i wasn’t in class today because i’ve been sick with the flu (no big deal, just feel like i’m dying). a classmate sent me pictures of the slides from today so i think i should be fine, but is it okay if i email you with any questions? thank you very much!

miserably,

Y/N

MS Candidate

College of Agriculture and Life Sciences

Haikyuu University

From: [email protected]

y/n,

of course. sorry to hear that you’re sick. let me know if i can do anything to help you. the midterm is next week. get well soon.

PhD Candidate

College of Agriculture and Life Sciences

Haikyuu University

“You writing that the midterm is next week did not offer me any peace of mind, by the way,” you say, spinning around in your chair as Miya Osamu enters your pod in the library.

He offers you a wry grin. “Hello to ya, too.”

“Was that an accent?” You thought you’d heard one at Jack’s, but you couldn’t be sure because it’d been so spotty.

Osamu slips into the seat beside yours and pulls out the laptop in his messenger bag. You catch a whiff of his cologne–– something spicy and woody, but clean. It suits him. “Nice catch. Yeah, I speak a regional dialect. Took me a while to smooth it over but it still resurfaces every now and then.”

“Why?”

“It just didn’t seem fitting for a PhD candidate, I guess,” Osamu explains, opening the slides from the class you missed. A day after your initial exchange, you’d emailed him again (with a much clearer mind) and asked if he could go over the slides with you in person.

i literally feel like i’ve been given the homework from russian lit, you’d written. except the russian has been translated to hieroglyphs and my task is to choreograph an interpretive dance based on the hieroglyphs.

Osamu had snickered when he saw your email. that doesn’t even make sense. must be the fever talking, he’d been tempted to write. But that strange feeling had come over him again, the one that’d screamed at him to keep it professional, goddamnit, so he’d played it safe instead and sent is eight pm at the main library okay? He hates that you’re getting a watered-down version of his personality. Osamu swears he’s a lot more interesting when he’s not, well, a TA.

“I think it’s fine,” you say, smiling. “I like it. It’s you.” And suddenly, you’re wondering if it’s okay to be complimenting your TA. If it’s okay to say that you like things about him, or if that crosses some grey, unclear line. Is it weird to treat your TAs like they’re your friends? It’s not like TAs are real teachers. Right?

A grin–– wide and genuine and almost excited–– grows on Osamu’s face. He rubs the back of his neck as his eyes flit over to the laptop screen. “Thanks. Really.”

You nod. But you feel like there’s more that he might want to say, so you wait.

“I got a lot of shit for it when I came here for my master’s, y’know. Not to my face, of course, but people would refer to me as ‘the guy with the accent’. A professor once said it made me seem crass. Said it’d hold me back in my career.”

“So you changed.”

“Adapted,” Osamu corrects. “It’s hard to admit but conforming is sometimes all you can do when you don’t have the power to change the system. Can’t really make everyone suddenly respect a dialect.”

“And after you’re finished with your PhD, you’ll go back to speaking in that dialect?”

Osamu looks out the window and smiles, probably imagining the plans he’s already made about the future. “Yeah.”

“What if you have to speak the standard language at your job? Like, your boss is all, ‘hey man, if you don’t speak––”’

“I’ll be the boss.”

“Oh?”

And with a little more prodding, Miya Osamu tells you about the restaurant chain he plans on opening after graduation, the slides about food additives left completely untouched.

The librarian knocks on your pod a few minutes before eleven to tell you they’re closing.

“Shit,” Osamu murmurs, running his hands through his hair. You’re still laughing about something he’d said before the librarian interrupted him–– one of his stories from high school–– and he thinks that you’ve completely forgotten that the reason you came to the library was to catch up on the material you were already behind on. And now you’re behind on that. But you look so carefree right now and, actually, you’re very pretty and you’ve got such a good heart and it’s a lot for him to process but he knows he just wants to see you happy a while longer. So Osamu just slumps back in his chair and laughs along with you.

He says your name as his chuckles grow softer. “It’s pretty late. How’re you getting home?”

“I’ve a bike,” you reply. It’s good for the environment and is a pretty solid form of exercise if you do say so yourself. Sometimes you just don’t feel like driving.

Osamu presses his lips in a thin line. Would it be too much to offer you a ride? “I can drive you home. It’s really not safe for you to be alone outside, especially near midnight. You can get your bike tomorrow. Or I’ll get it for you.”

He drives fast. Not the unsafe fast that speed demons drive at, but the kind of fast where you know he’s got some edge to his character. You bring it up to him–– especially since it’s nighttime, for god’s sake, he could hit something–– and all he does is remind you how there are lamps as bright as the sun lining the entire road to your dorm. And the fact that you live in the least accessible dorm on campus.

“A twenty-minute drive?” he’d exclaimed when he saw the GPS monitor.

“A bunch of roads are closed for construction. It’s a ten-minute bike-ride because I can cut through campus.” And suddenly feeling a little burdensome, you’d added, “Sorry. I can still bike––”

“No.” He’d held his hand out in front of you, gesturing for you to stay in the passenger’s seat. “It’s not a bother at all.” Because it wasn’t. Osamu was… happy. Not that he’d admit that.

“So this BMW,” you start in a teasing tone.

Osamu smirks. “A gift.”

“Can I guess from who?”

“Sure.”

“Atsumu.”

His brows rise. “Colour me impressed.” He hadn’t expected you to remember anything he’d said about Atsumu. Or maybe he had but told himself otherwise to lower his hopes.

“I’m smart like that.”

He snorts. “Not if you keep distracting me and using your review time to…” hang out with me, get to know me, tell me things about you… “…goof off.”

You grimace. “Yeah. Sorry about that.”

Osamu makes a turn down a familiar street. It dawns upon you that you're ten minutes away from your dorm and suddenly you wish he’d just make the wrong turn at the next intersection so that you could talk to him some more. It can even be about the health benefits of fish or the molecular makeup of kale–– you don’t mind. You just want to be around him longer.

“I think you’re really smart,” Osamu says quietly. “I think you’re not processing the readings because you’re distracted, or just not fully applying yourself. Obviously, last class’s slides are a different thing, since you were absent. But you really are smart. I’ve seen your papers.”

You bite your lip to hide your grin, feeling heat rush to your cheeks. “Thank you.” You look out the window, too jacked on dopamine to think straight. “I think I still need you, though.”

And that innocuous little sentence floats right out your mouth into the air, settling between you like a little wedge before either of you even realise it. Neither of you says anything. You marinate in the awkwardness before stuttering out a clarification. “To, um, to explain things. Y’know, since you’re, uh, so good at… explaining things.”

Osamu clears his throat and chuckles stiffly. There’s a slightly pink tinge to his cheeks. “Thanks,” he says, looking straight ahead. He can’t even look at you. Fuck. It’s so awkward. “I’ll try to keep… explaining things.” Fuck. What does that even mean?

A few uncomfortable minutes pass in silence. The night can’t end like this, you think. It can’t when everything else had gone so well. You still have to see him for a few more months. “Did you know,” you start, catching Osamu’s attention, “that Jack’s Diner has a location in Italy?”

“Oh?” he asks, making the final turn to the street where your dorm is. He actually hadn’t.

“Yeah. I asked the owner about the chain a while back. Have you ever been to Italy?”

Osamu shakes his head. “I’ve been to Paris, though. To see a friend. He’s a chocolatier.”

Now, if Osamu had been your friend, you would’ve said something like well, let’s go to Italy together, except he’s not. He’s your TA and you’ve been reminded that enough tonight. So instead, you say, “When you open that restaurant of yours in Italy, let me know.”

“That’s gonna take a while,” he laughs. He appreciates how you said ‘when’, though. And he tucks that little bit of confidence you have in him somewhere deep in his mind so that it doesn’t get lost.

“Isn’t that just seven hours?” you shrug, grinning. Osamu’s BMW pulls up outside your dorm and parks as he marvels at what you just said. You’re amazing. You unbuckle your seatbelt and turn to face your driver.

“Thank you for driving me,” you say, offering him a smile.

“Yeah,” he replies.

You stretch out your hand. With a puzzled look on his face, Osamu grabs it and shakes it. Firmly. You can’t help but notice how nice his hands are. Calloused for sure, but they feel nice.

“Goodnight, Osamu.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

He watches you jog into the building before driving away. And it’s like you’ve possessed his car or something because the smell of your shampoo and perfume is everywhere and it’s too much but it’s also not enough at the same time and he can feel your palm against his as he spins the steering wheel to make a turn and for the first time in his life he doesn’t turn on the radio to fill the silence in his car. Osamu replays everything you said in his head.

But he especially thinks about that part where you said you need him.

Weeks melt into months. You turn in essays after essays for Food Chemistry I, each coming back with detailed commentary in an all-too-familiar blue scrawl. All your other classes go well–– extremely well, actually. You might just end the semester with a 4.0 if Food Chem doesn’t fuck you over. Isla still tags you in memes on Instagram. You still tell her about everything that happens with Osamu.

Speaking of.

“That’s the wrong equation,” he says behind your ear as he settles in the seat beside you. The sound of his low voice so close to your ear sends a small shiver down your spine. “You gotta switch the hydrogens.” Osamu knocks on your skull lightly. “What’s goin’ on up in there? Ya got somethin’ on your mind?”

You laugh and elbow him in the side. “Shut up, ‘Samu.” He’d told you during one of his office hours that he’d gone by that nickname because he had a teammate with a foreign name in high school. It sounded so cool, he’d said, grinning.

I think Osamu sounds pretty cool already, you’d teased.

And he’d replied, Let’s trade. I like yours, you like mine, why not share?

You teeter on the line between friends and less-than-friends and, oddly enough, more-than-friends. Sometimes you still play it safe. Sometimes he pauses between texts and real-time conversations, no doubt to scrap an instinctive reply for something more “professional”. Sometimes you say things that make him look at you with the ghost of a smile at the corners of his lips. Sometimes he calls Atsumu to scream about you.

“S’not a no,” Osamu points out. He’s dressed in a black sweater and grey trousers today. You’re suddenly reminded of how the weather’s been getting colder when someone opens the door to the university café and lets in a gust of chilly autumn air.

“Okay,” you admit, setting down the pencil. “I just… don’t really feel prepared for this next test.”

Osamu frowns and looks down at your worksheet. “Your process is correct, though.”

“Right, but… I don’t know. I’ve just not been feeling great about myself lately,” you laugh, looking down at your feet. “Food Chem’s the toughest class I’ve ever taken. And remember how I completely embarrassed myself in that class discussion last week? It’s not really making me feel like I belong here.”

“Imposter syndrome,” Osamu remarks.

“Correct-o.”

He says your name softly and puts a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Maybe you’re not the smartest, but you’re definitely smart. And you belong here. I’ve seen your papers. They’re just as great as anyone else’s and I don’t hand out compliments for nothin’. You’re gonna do some great things but ya can’t improve if you ever give up.” Osamu searches your eyes for a sign of your understanding.

There’re a lot of things you want to say but you don’t know how to put them into words. “Can I hug you?” you finally ask.

Osamu doesn’t even think about it. “Of course.”

He feels you smile against his chest and wonders if you can feel his heart beat faster.

Isla camps out in your dorm as finals come around the corner.

“I don’t understand shit!” she wails, throwing her notebook into the air.

“Isles, it’s okay,” you laugh, slipping out of your chair and walking over to her nest in the corner. “You gotta chill, dude.”

“Not fair! I didn’t have a hunk holding my hand through this course all semester,” she retorts, humour glittering in her dark eyes. “I had the Organic Chemistry Tutor and his accent’s cute enough but, girl, you had Miya Fucking Osamu!”

“You’re literally the worst.” You giggle and sit down beside her. “Tell me what you’re confused about. I’ll try to explain it to you.” The way Osamu does.

You text him that you’d channelled his brains later that night.

His reply comes seconds later. all you, einstein.

From: osamu

good luck on the exam

you’re going to kill it

To: osamu

would u like to divulge any… information about it? 😏 😏 😏

From: osamu

bye

To: osamu

i was kidding :(

From: osamu

fine. tip #1: write your name

To: osamu

not very helpful. 0/10

From: osamu

keep running your mouth and 0/10 is what your score’s going to be

i’m kidding

you got this, y/n

“Holy fuck,” Isla groans as you cross the street to head to lunch at Jack’s. “If you don’t see me next semester it’s because I’ve gotten my grade back and decided to drop out.”

“What would you do?” you ask, amused.

“Maybe move to New Zealand. Raise some sheep. Marry a hot, blond shepherd and fuck off to a cliffside cottage.”

“Solid plan.”

“What about you?” she asks.

“What about me?”

“Remember that conversation we had at the start of the year? About your man?” The two of you reach another red light for pedestrians.

“We’re friends. He’s not my man,” you laugh. Though it pains you to. Something about being Miya Osamu’s friend doesn’t really sit right with you, but you don’t know how to not be his friend. You don’t know how to move out of the corner you’ve backed yourself into.

“But you wish he were! And now you can finally hit him with that ‘Hey, Osamu, I’ve been madly in love with you since the start of the semester, wanna fuck like rabbits and then open that store in Italy?’ and he’ll be all––”

A throat clears behind you. With wide eyes, the two of you turn around.

Holy fuck.

Miya Osamu stands behind you with his hands in his pockets and an enormous smirk on his face.

“He’ll be all what?” he asks, eyes fixed on you.

Isla murmurs an excuse and starts walking on her own to Jack’s.

“Um.” You swallow nervously and shrink in your coat. “You heard all of that, right?”

“Yep.” Osamu grins. He grins. He’s grinning. He’s smiling like he’s won the fucking lottery and you honestly don’t know what to do with that information.

“So, like,” you look down at the sidewalk and kick at a pebble, “what are your thoughts about that?” God, you could die. “‘Cause I know you’re a TA and it’d probably look pretty bad and I don’t want anything bad to happen to you because I like you and it’s cool if we just…”

Osamu interrupts you with a laugh. “My thoughts,” he says, “are that I want to kiss you.” His fingers lift your chin up. “What are your thoughts about that?”

Well, shit. “I think that’s pretty cool, yeah,” you breathe, eyelids fluttering shut as his face comes closer to yours.

He tastes like mint. And his lips move softly, slowly against yours like he’s savouring the moment. And then you feel his hands snake around your waist to pull you closer–– closer because you both are tired of forcing the distance between bodies that want to be near each other, closer because he’s thought about kissing you just like this for so long, closer because you remember the last time he’d touched you was three days ago and it was just a brush of his fingers against your arm and that feeling of wanting more haunted you for the entire night. But holy shit, Miya Osamu is kissing you. He’s kissing you.

And then he pulls away. His dark eyes flit over yours. “I,” he breathes, “I need your course load next semester.”

“What?” you ask, disbelief written all over your features, chest rising and falling as you try to steady your breathing. You just kissed, for God's sake, and he's––

“I need to know which courses not to apply to TA for,” he grins, cupping your face in his hands. “Can’t be teachin’ in a class with my girlfriend as a student.”

“So we’re official?” you ask, beaming.

“If you want,” Osamu replies with a smirk.

You grab the front of his coat and tug him down for another kiss. “Hell yeah, I want to be official.”

#miya osamu #miya osamu x reader #miya osamu scenarios #miya osamu imagines

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snowstark · 3 years

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Starker

Crying kink

“You wanna gag yourself on Daddy’s dick, bambino?”

Peter shuddered at the words; they sent a zwing! through him, making him lightheaded and heady. Whining, he nodded, leaning forward, but the grip on his hair held him back. “Pl–ease,” he gasped, voice cracking, mouth open and breaths coming in heavy pants, wracking his whole body.

Tony lifted an eyebrow. “Dunno, baby, don’t know if you want it that badly.”

“I do! Please—” Peter strained, and Tony held him back for a few more seconds, chuckling.

“Poor baby.” He let the back of his fingers brush against Peter’s cheek, then slapped him sharply enough to make him sway with an obscene moan spilling from his lips. Peter’s eyes flew open with a gasp, teary and watery, and Tony made a low crooning noise in the back of his throat. “Always look so damn pretty with them diamonds in your eyes, bambino.”

He slapped Peter’s face again and Peter keened, eyelashes fluttering as he looked up at Tony with pure adoration. He tried to lunge forward to take Tony in his mouth and let out a frustrated sob when he was held back again, tears dripping from his eyes now to create splotches on the floor like ink on parchment.

“Ooooh, now that’s a pretty sight,” Tony crooned, voice low and taunting. “C’mon, baby, gimme a struggle, show me how badly you need it, poor thing.”

Peter made a punched out noise in his throat, and Tony laughed, giving his cheek another patronizing pat before letting go of his hair. “Alright, bambino, alright, give it to me—let’s see what that mouth of yours can do and how pretty you’ll look dumb and drooly on my dick.”

send me a word + ship!

#starker #ironspider #nff #word + ship game #my fics #YES IM BRINGING BACK BAMBINO #IT'S TIME FOLKS #WE NEED MORE OF IT

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hops-hunny · 3 years

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im back!! well not totally back, but i have a treat for you ;)

idk if you are comfortable with sex tapes, if youre not you can ignore this

it's about nev with the hot popular person who everybody wants :)

okay so, the reader and neville are dating in secret, but the reader wants neville to tell people that theyre dating, and as neville expected, no one believed him

neville is sad and the reader wants to cheer him up, so, why not have sex with him right? it's the best way to cheer someone up

but the reader wants to spice things up with the idea of recording a sex tape

nev is like "sure! why not?" cause he LOVES that kind of thing

they record the sex tape, they watch it, and they watch it again, and again, and they love it, and they do it again...

a few days later the tape was """""accidentaly""""" leaked

and everyone watch it, and they are SO FUCKING SURPRISED due to the fact that not only neville is dating the hottest person in school, but also cause in the tape, he is fucking them into oblivion, and people never thought about neville being a dom and rough during sex, actualy people didnt even imagined that neville had sex SHDISKDJJS

now sweet neville is happy and can hug and kiss his fit s/o in the hallway with confidence cause now, everybody knows he has a hot s/o and a massive dick

thank u for your atention <3

idk if this has anything to do with exhibition, but if it does, hope you liked it cause i know you have a kink for that

~🌻

PRONOUNS: SHE/HER

erkkr 🌻 anon, you remembered one of my kinks? pls that's so cute ily <3 also I didn't know which pronouns you wanted so if you want I can probably go back and change it if these aren't to your liking!

"I know you're upset Nev, but this was your idea in the first place darling." (Y/n) said, straddling the boy as they stroked his cheek. She placed a peck on his lips, pulling away to look into his hazel eyes.

"I-I know but I didn't think that would include me having to watch blokes flirt with you and be able to do nothing about it!" He huffed out, wrapping his arms around his girlfriend's waist. (Y/n) stood up in front of him, a flirty look present on her face.

"Well," she started as she began to unbutton her shirt, dropping then thin white material to reveal her bra, "There is something you can do about it." his face flushed as he motioned her over, pulling her panties down before stuffing them in his back pocket. Gripping her waist with one hand, he used his other to flip up her skirt, revealing her slick covered folds.

"Yeah? What would that be pretty girl, having me mark you up? Leave bites and bruises all over this pretty little body of yours?" The boy ran his thick digits along her messy cunt, chuckling as she whimpered, nodding and urging him to go further. "Use your words, bunny."

"P-please touch me Nev. Want you to mark me and make me yours.." she felt her eyes roll to the back of her head as his thick fingers curved inside of her, letting out a sigh as he began to pump them in and out. The girl climbed into his lap, resting her head on his shoulder as he began to speed up his pace, tips brushing against the spongy surface of her cervix. Her eyes landed on her phone across the room, still positioned on the tripod from a photoshoot she had of herself earlier. "W-wait, I wanna try something...."

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(Y/n) was completely confused. Ever since she had made her way from her room this morning, eyes followed her every move. That wasn't the uncommon part, no that happened quite a bit. The uncommon part was the unusual whispers that came with them. She felt relieved when her friends approached her, same treatment as they usually gave her.

"Ya know (Y/n), I should've known you'd go for someone like Longbottom. I mean I never saw the appeal but after seeing that little tape of yours, I can see why!" Sasha giggled, nudging her friend along with Sophie on the girl's other side. (Y/n) felt herself grow dizzy.

"T-tape?!" she squeaked, watching as Sophie pulled her phone out, handing it over to the girl. (Y/n) watched herself on the screen with wide eyes.

Tossled hair, puffy lips, and thick mascara tears running down her face, she watched as Neville lifted her up flush against his chest, tightening the grip he had around it. He smirked into the camera, pulling out of her as he rubbed his monster of a cock along her folds, light reflecting off the piercing in the tip. His dick was a sight, long and thick, inches upon inches covered with a mix of their juices.

(Y/n) let out a series of whimpers, crying and whining from the loss of him inside of her, causing him to turn her head to look at him some. He pecked her lips before turning her messy face to look at the camera. He looked down at her, eyes filled with lust and admiration.

"Tell the camera who's you are, pet or daddy's not putting it back in." He stated, continuing to rub and slap his cock along her folds. She whimpered, blabbering something incoherent which caused him to cackle. "Oh come on, puppy, daddy knows you can do better than that."

"Y-yours Nev! Daddy's whore." she cried out, letting out a series of yesses as he slid back into her at full force. "G-good, feels so good! Neville's good girl, all yours." he released his firm grip on her face, patting it gently as he tightened his hand around her throat more, continuing to fuck her as he admired his work in the reflection of the phone screen.

"I-I've seen enough! Here, take it back." she shrieked, handing the phone back to her friend trying to ignore the heat in her cheek and the pooling in her panties (which she was lucky Neville hadn't taken already). "Let's go, I've gotta find him!"

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Neville had been enjoying the attention he had been receiving all day. How could he not? All those poor, jealous, lovesick boys envious of him? Some of the most well known boys in the castle, begging him for even a word of what his baby's cunt feels like. He'd never tell them though, he had so snarkly replied to each one of them with something along the lines of 'you've got a hand, I'm sure you can use your imagination'. However one thing was obvious: he'd never miss the opportunity to brag about it to the boys.

"I just, I'm in shock! You're fucking (L/n)?!" Ron exclaimed, standing up from the ratty couch as he ran his fingers through his hair. Neville chuckled, smirking some as he examined his friends' jealous expressions.

"Well I'm not just fucking her, she's my bird." he shrugged, as if it wasn't the most shocking thing they'd heard in a while.

"Yeah, yeah that's nice. Not to be rude but," Harry cleared his throat as he pushed his glasses up his nose. "You have sex? Was she your first time?"

"(Y/n)? God no. I was hers however." he turned his attention back to his phone screen, which everyone's eyes was currently on. Since most, if not all the castle had seen it, what was the problem with watching it with the boys?

"I'm not surprised Neville has sex, he's my boy!" Seamus exclaimed, patting the boy in question's back way too hard. "I'm more so surprised that he's a beast of a man, like look at that!"

Neville spit in the girl's mouth, hooking his fingers on the inside of her mouth. He used his leverage on it to hold her up, stretching her mouth back as he continued to pound her. (Y/n) let out multiple screams and moans, tears continuing to poor down her face.

"God she's so pretty like that." Neville sighed, leaning back as he looked at the ceiling. However, something caught his attention out the corner of his eye. He smiled as a familiar set of beautiful (s/c) legs made their way over to him. Seamus quickly turned off the screen, all of them freezing up as the girl and her posse stopped in front of them.

"Wow, I-"

"You're, you're..."

"I-I..."

"Hi petal, you alright?" He asked, hovering above the girl as he stroked her cheek. She nodded some before pouting.

"Yeah, I would be better if half the school hadn't seen my tits before the time I even woke up! How'd you manage to leak it anyways?" she whispered, hiding her face in his chest to avoid the horny gazes of his friends.

"To be fair, I thought I hit your name not all contacts!" he lied, causing her to look up. She looked at his ears before gasping looking back up at him again as she punched his shoulder.

"Neville Longbottom, you leaked it on purpose?! Don't even lie again, your ears always get red when you lie!" she huffed out, turning away from him. "I wouldn't have had a problem with releasing it if you had just asked. I will admit though, it is kinda nice not having to hide and sneak around anymore."

"I'm still not over the fact that he has a piercing.....and thigh tattoo!" Dean finally spoke up, catching everyone's attention. It grew silent for a bit before they all began to laugh.

"Well there's a lot you don't know about me."

"I think it's better that way after this. I don't know how much more Neville I wanna get to know."

TAGSLIST: @princesslaiahg @elemental-of-magic @pink-hufflepuff @nevillelongbottomlover @ezra-my-beloved @vayeya11 @beewitchedlou @redpanda-poetry @nevillelongbottomsgirlfriend @De4d-s0up

#brattysblurbs:neville #🌻anon

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butcherknives-remade · 3 years

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Anonymous asked:

hey hey hey~ for a prompt, um... 👉👈 could i, perhaps.... request all the guys responding to being called “daddy”? 👀 pls and thank u~~~

Calling the Sparda men “daddy”

Ft. Fem!Reader from the Devil May Cry Series

> very NSFW

The moment it slips from your lips, the very instant you hear your own voice exhale “please, daddy” like a reticent prayer, the room shrinks and swallows you whole. A frigid tendril of apprehension snakes through your veins and in the silence that proceeds, you hear only the symphonic rush of blood in your ears accompanying the percussion beat-beat-beat of your heart. It’s mortifying.

The truth is that you know Vergil will judge you; you don’t flatter yourself into believing you’re exempt from his scrutiny, no matter how much softer he’s grown toward you. Beneath him, you release a rippling breath while you flex your fingers, his grip a pleasant weight around your wrists. Your eyes are on each other while you await the inevitable.

You don’t expect confusion.

You observe the telltale knot in his eyebrows, the way his expression pulls until he’s squinting down at you with evident perplexity. Then, with a tilt of his chin, he says with audible doubt, “What did you call me?”

Sometimes you forget that he doesn’t have immense sexual experience and that, knowing him as you do, he likely hasn’t perused a plethora of porn. This, you decide, isn’t something you want to explain.

You try to get out of it by telling him not to trouble himself, by biting your lip and undulating your hips in hopes of enticing him back into the moment, but that’s the thing about Vergil, isn’t it? He requires answers, even as his eyes flutter closed when you provide the sweet friction his straining cock desires.

He says your name. There’s no authority behind it, no contempt or irritation, yet you snap your focus toward him and innately understand that he’s now weighing your meaning. You catch the moment that it visibly dawns on him; as recognition stretches across his face until his eyes gleam and his lips tug with simmering mirth.

“Because I’m in charge,” he says. “I see.” He looms over you, dipping close until his forehead presses against yours, your eyes dimming. “Well, you’re right. And I suppose it’s worth rewarding your obedience.”

His lips meet yours and you strain against him, wanting nothing more than to wrap your arms around him, but the pressure he has on you only increases. You whimper into his mouth as your senses fill with Vergil. Passion alights your core, sparks the pulse of electricity through the crackling warmth, and when he stretches out over you, you feel the nudge of his thick, heavy erection against your entrance.

You jolt. He notices. Vergil withdraws from the kiss with a pop of suction and he looks at you, sultry, intense, smirking as he tips down to purr into your ear. “Beg for me again.”

His breath is warm and your nerves are on edge. You press your cheek to his and swivel your hips, marveling at the hiss this elicits from your lover. And with a long, delirious hum, you speak again, unabashed. “Please.”

“Please, what?”

“Please, daddy.”

Ensnared in his hold, he nips your throat and moves into you with a long, all-consuming push, and you are at his mercy.

You are his.

There’s a game you like to play that is, in short, how can you sexually surprise Dante? He enjoys this as much as you do, if not more so; he loves the thrill of never knowing what to anticipate, and revels in rolling with the punches you deliver. It’s why when you’re sure the two of you are fully alone, you catch him in the doorway and sidle into his space. Purposeful, gaze sultry, you lick your lips.

He offers a pleased smirk as you grab his belt loops and draw his hips toward yours. “Hey, babe,” he drawls, gaze flitting playfully across your face. “You look like a woman on a mission.”

Oh, and you are. You grin, smoothing your hands up his sides before you coast along the muscular plane of his back. He delights in the attention, sunlight sparkling in his devilish stare while he drops a hand to your waist.

“I’ve been waiting all day to get you alone,” you tell him as you lean into his space. Until you can smell the cheap aftershave that you love on his skin. “I want you, daddy.”

His brows raise, lips parting around a soft o before he snorts his amusement. Yet there’s a real, incredible moment in which you can physically see the interest spark in the depths of his irises. “Daddy, huh?” he says, and his voice takes a husky edge. “Can’t say no to that... Let’s play.”

His hands find your ass, then lower to your thighs as he bends to grab you. You squeak and throw your arms around his shoulders, and when he huffs a quiet laugh right beside your ear, you take a sharp inhale and shiver. Goosebumps prick your arms.

He lifts you, holds you close as you construct his hips with your legs until you can feel the press of his growing erection. The collision of your kiss has you reeling, and the fire he’s emitting suffocates your lungs. Damn, you think, he does like this game.

He’s walking and you’re too turned on to notice where you’re headed. You’re mouthing his neck, licking up and down the column of his throat as he pushes open his bedroom door with his foot. “Damn, babe, you’re distracting,” he says, and you giggle. Good. “Gonna make sure you have a good time.”

“Oh,” you smile against his skin. “Please take care of me, daddy.”

He drops you onto the mattress, covering your body with his own. “Don’t you worry, pretty girl. Daddy’s gonna take reeeal great care of you.”

God, you love surprising him.

Nero has you on your hands and knees, face pressed into the soft, asphyxiating pillows as he grabs a fistful of your hair. Rough, you think, eyes rolling into the back of your skull in searing pleasure. So unlike him, but you love when you wind him up, coiled so tight that he loses control. His passion burns white hot as he slams into you again, and again, your voice growing tighter, pitching higher, higher, higher. His name spills from your lips.

He consumes you wholly.

“You like that?” he asks through labored breaths. “Like being fucked like this?”

Oh god, a long moan rips through your chest as you clutch the sheets for purchase, eyes wound shut. “Yes,” you murmur, unable to think of anything but the way he fills your cunt. “Yes, daddy! Yes!”

He yanks you up by your hair and you gasp, crying out when his unrelenting thrusts hit you harder, deeper, arched up on your trembling arms. “What’d you just say?” There’s dangerous note in his tone that makes your pussy clench.

“Daddy!” you whimper, mouth agape. “Daddy, daddy, daddy.” Your voice trembles around every punctuated slam, throat clicking around your lust.

“Fuck!” He’s groaning, gripping your hip until his fingers dip into the flesh. Your head is tipped so far back that you’re certain you could see him if only you could open your eyes. “Shit, baby, say that again.”

You’ve hit something. You grin, reaching up to hold onto the headboard. Tears sting; you’re so stuffed. “I looove how you fuck me, daddy!”

As the headboard slams against the wall in time with his rhythm, Nero moans a delicious sound. It seems you’ve struck gold. “Mm,” he gives a tug to your hair and you hiss. “Yeah, keep talkin’.”

And fuck, what fun it is.

#devil may cry #vergil #dante #nero #headcanon request #rey since I know this his you I'm starting with your fave #thanks for requesting! I hope you enjoy!#ps likes and reblogs keep me in business!#(support your local content creators!)

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softmothprince · 3 years

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stuffed

so i made something for this dude. i like him. 18+ under the cut

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His arms lock tightly around his pet, pinning them back against his chest as he drives his cock deeper into their hole. Hot, tight, yet so inviting to the thick intrusion.

“Fuck, I can feel you tightening around me. You gonna cum, baby?”

They keen and thrash their head around, hair being tossed wildly. His hand suddenly yanking their hair stops them from moving, his thrusts not slowing as he presses to their back to get to their ear.

“I asked you a question, pet. I’d appreciate an answer before I spank that ass raw.”

As tempting as it was to bite their lip and remain silent, or make a snarky comment like earlier, they break with one well placed thrust of his hips.

“Pl-please! Please I want to c-c-c-cum!” They beg, hiccupping when more tears fall down their flushed cheeks. “I can’t do it anymore… I’m gonna… I can’t…”

He hums, nipping their ear lobe and the soft patch of skin below it. His sharp teeth easily run over the various marks and bites, aching to create more. He jerks his hips down, moving slowly after a minute of sporadic thrusts. In one swift move, he pulls out and flips them onto their back, shoving his dick back into them with a deep groan.

It gives him the opportunity to see their bright red face and the drool dripping from their mouth, before he goes back to biting their neck. At the sound of them almost choking on their own spit, he hesitates. He pulls enough to stare into their glazed over eyes, nuzzling his nose against theirs in a moment of softness.

He can hear them breathing heavily, a small tinge of worry peeking through the feral haze in his mind. They try to cover their mouth and bite their lips, but harsh coughs still punch out of their chests. They both gasp and shudder when it makes their hole clench tighter around his dick- but he is too concerned to continue.

"Breathe, baby, breathe. I don't want you passing out." He murmurs while leaning back, slowing his hips to a stop and gently shushes them when a high pitched whine comes from their lips. "Just for a second, darling. I don’t want you to choke again- those coughs sounded painful.”

He pets the outside of their quivering thigh and places soft kisses around their face, his large palms squeezing the malleable flesh. With the following smaller coughs bursting from their chest, they clench more around his cock and he sighs in pleasure, massaging their heaving stomach and hip with his free hand.

“Sh-Shin...Shinso…” They pant, finally lifting a shaking hand to rest on his shoulder, small tinges of relief in their voice at the momentary break he was giving then. “I’m fine… please… I need you…”

His lips curl into a sadistic grin and they know the soft moment has passed when he softly nips at their lips. The gentle hold he has on their thighs suddenly becomes rough as he pushes them up to his shoulders.

"Don’t worry, my sweet kitty. I still plan on fucking you until you little hole is full and dripping with my cum."

Making good on his promise, he doesn't hesitate to roll his hips and slowly grinds into their core. They throw their head back into the pillows, mouth dropping open to take in air. He starts off easy so they don’t choke again, sliding a hand up to rub his thumb over their throat to coax them to swallow the pooling saliva.

They do so, gasping afterwards when he picks up the pace- growling in their ear: “Good kitten, so good for me.” He continues to purr and whisper lewd, possessive words into their ear, digging his nails into their skin.

They fall back into bliss, the number of times they’ve cum lost to the night. Finally, hours later and with one last thrust, he shoves deep inside their hole and cums hard, small whimpers trailing off from his deep moans. Both of them are trembling, sticky with cum, spit and sweat, rosebud hickies littering their bodies.

With a soft sigh, he pulls his oversensitive cock from them and sucks in a sharp breath when the air suddenly cools the fluids covering it. His eyes travel over their thoroughly fucked body, locking onto the mess he proudly made.

"Fuck, you're so full." He purrs, rubbing his thumb over their dripping entrance and catching some of the cum drooling out. “You look so hot like this, baby.” He leans back over them, locking their lips together with a content hum.

Their hands frame his face, pressing hard to keep them from shaking more, and tips their face down to whisper: "Shinso…"

"Ha… have I pushed you so far you can only say my name, kitten?" He chuckles, nuzzling their noses together. "You're so fucking cute, baby."

They almost purr at his praise, blinking heavy eyes open to stare into those deep violet eyes. The blissful expression smooths out and they smile at him, muttering his name again while peppering soft kisses over his lips.

"While I love the sound of my name coming from your mouth-" He cuts himself off to give them a messy kiss, licking the roof of their mouth as he pulls back again. "I'd rather you call me daddy."

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha shinso hitoshi #mha #bnha #lemon #writing #gender neutral character #x reader #reader #gn reader #bnha shinso #shinso hitoshi #shinso x you #shinso x y/n #shinso x reader

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washymylifeaway · 3 years

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SakuAtsu Fanfic recs pt2 leggo

I promised a pt 2 and here it is! Link to pt 1 here :) I was lazy so given summaries (I cped this time, but in the future I might paraphrase), and ofc these aren’t all of the ones I loved, just some :D So in no particular order, have some SakuAtsu <3

As always, pls check WARNINGS, TAGS, and SUMMARIES for fics before reading (esp cause I didn’t put individual warnings PLEASE make sure you’re okay with the content!!!!!!) and make sure you’re taking care of yourselves (since mental health is key!) Stay healthy loves <3

Teach Me, Tune Me, Tempt Me by Anonymous (E) 38.8k // Sakusa Kiyoomi needs to conquer many lifelong fears in order to enter his first romantic relationship. Miya Atsumu is there to guide him every step of the way, even if the one Sakusa desires is someone else.

Flowers Bloom In Our Masks by UnicornFlowers (G) 24.5k // "Mysophobia, also known as verminophobia, germophobia, germaphobia, bacillophobia and bacteriophobia, is a pathological fear of contamination and germs." "You read that off of Wikipedia." "That's the point, Omi-kun. I read up on it fer you."

the art of folding a handkerchief by Emlee_J (T) 5.6k // “Atsumu-san’s just realised he likes Sakusa-san,” Shouyou says simply, as though announcing the weather. “Ahh,” Bokuto nods sagely, standing up straight and nodding his head, as though this was a perfectly normal thing to hear and not monumental in any way. “'Ahh?'” Atsumu protests, indignantly, “what do ya mean ‘ahh?’” “We were wondering when you were going to notice,” Bokuto shrugs, and Atsumu gawps at him. “'Scuse me?” He splutters, and whips his gaze around to Shouyou, who bobs his head at him in confirmation. “How did you two notice before I did?” Atsumu blurts out. "Most people do," Shouyou says softly. -In which Atsumu develops something annoying, like feelings for a teammate, but at least he has a couple of wingmen and Tobio's seemingly infinite resources to help him out.

for whom the heart beats by cielelyse (T) 1.6k // Atsumu's heart keeps skipping a beat whenever Sakusa's around - so often that it's baffling and honestly downright concerning. "I think I might have a medical condition," he says into the phone. "Good," says Osamu, and hangs up.

as you are by papertulips (G) 5.8k // Kiyoomi learns that falling for Atsumu is the easiest thing in the world.

Hide and seek by badreputation (E) 10.5k // It’s just a fleeting infatuation. As long as he pushes through it he’ll manage. So what if nowadays there isn’t a night where he doesn’t dream of Sakusa pinning him down on his own bed, in the shower or make Atsumu go down on his knees in the hallway? Those are just pesky details.

People Will Say We're in Love by tirralirra (T) 9.5k // “Saku...Atsu? What does that even mean?” Atsumu says, squinting at the device. People seem to think that Sakusa and Atsumu are in love, so they come up with a list of things to do to deter that. Maybe it would work...if they weren’t in love.

do not separate! by aalphard (T) 5k // He knows he likes peanut butter and the tuna onigiri Uncle Shamu makes for him. He knows he likes volleyball and the way his daddy looks so, so cool when he’s on court. He knows he likes drawing and playing with toy swords. He knows he likes reading and it’s even better when Atsumu is the one reading for him. He knows he likes to have pancakes in the morning but he also really, really likes tamagoyaki and he knows his daddy can’t make those at all. He tries, but fails every single time. He knows his daddy’s teammates like him and he knows they’ll help him if he wants to play with them one day. But the thing is he likes Uncle Omi-kun more than he likes the rest of them and that is a secret he won’t tell anyone that’s not his daddy. He doesn’t like to make people sad.“Omi?” “Yeah?” “Nao said he likes you more than he likes the rest of the team. Don’t tell’em.” or atsumu is a single dad and kiyoomi can't help but fall for him.

you make my heart burn by myhopeisjhope (G) 9.2k // “What’s up with that awful expression?” Atsumu asked. He leaned against the counter with his hip, looking directly at Kiyoomi, his regular fox-line grin plastered on his face. Kiyoomi made eye-contact with him then, his eyebrows knotting in annoyance, but Atsumu was too interested in the cute pair of beauty marks above Kiyoomi’s eye to care about the glare that was sent his way. “What’s up with that awful hair?” Kiyoomi shot back. And that was exactly when Atsumu decided he liked the guy.

somewhere in the middle (i think we lied a little) by akanemnida (E) 4.3k // “Body worship,” Miya said instantly, after Kiyoomi asked him what he wanted as reward as the winner of their service ace competition. “I can do that,” Kiyoomi said with a frown. “God, you really are the vainest person on this planet—”Miya shook his head, smirking. “Nuh-uh, Omi-kun. I meant I wanted ‘ta worship ‘ya.”(Or: Sakusa and Atsumu and all the blurred lines in between.)

san'yō expressway, 6:17 pm by yamabato (T) 8.1k // Atsumu tilts his head to watch a slice of orange light bend over the impassive planes of Sakusa’s face. He is absolutely, ruthlessly beautiful. It makes Atsumu want to punch something—put his foot through the windshield—scream, maybe. Kiss him again, maybe. They have 344 kilometers to figure this one out.

affection by papertulips (G) 2.1k // "I gave you the key to my house for emergencies only." “This is an emergency.” “What?” Atsumu pouts, looking up at him with wide eyes that definitely work on Kiyoomi but he will never admit it. “I missed you.”

love could be labeled poison and we'd drink it anyways by myhopeisjhope (NR) 21.3k // "Huh?" is Atsumu's response, and it's seemingly the only thing the man could think of after the minute-long silence that stretched between them. "We should break up," Kiyoomi repeats, more clearly now. He doesn't let any emotion seep into his voice, keeping it neutral and detached, as if breaking up with Atsumu was the easiest thing ever, while in fact it's the complete opposite.

And I'll Ask for the Sea by meeks00 (T) 6.9k // When a couple of his teammates reveal that Atsumu has feelings for him, Sakusa doesn’t react well. It doesn’t help that Atsumu is his typical petty and salty self. --“Come on,” Atsumu is saying in a wheedling tone behind a bright grin. “Just stop,” Sakusa snaps suddenly. “Will you just leave me alone for once? I don’t even like you!”Normally, Sakusa’s words don’t phase Atsumu at all. He’ll talk over Sakusa or brush off any harsh words easily enough and might turn to someone else for the attention he apparently craves. But this time, Sakusa’s words seem to stop him cold, the smile freezing for just a moment on his face.

the Definition of Miya Atsumu, by Sakusa Kiyoomi by orphan_account (G) 4k // Miya Atsumu is a self-centred prick who thinks he's top shit. Underneath the word 'asshole' in the dictionary is a picture of his stupidly pretty face. Sakusa Kiyoomi's definition is, according to him, 100% correct, until he takes a closer look.

i’ll do anything you say (if you say it with your hands) by liliapocalypse (T) 7.6k // Seeing Sakusa stressed out, Atsumu writes random letters on Sakusa’s skin to soothe him during the team’s assisted stretches. Somewhere along the way, the touches shift from barely tolerable to something Sakusa actively craved for. One day, though, Atsumu accidentally writes a confession instead.

it ain't no matter of 'if' honey, it's just a matter of 'when' by irleggsy (M) 2.1k // With a beer in one hand and an accusatory pointer finger on the other, Sakusa slurred, shouted even, “Atsumu. If you wear those godforsaken cutoff camo jorts one more fucking time I’m breaking up with you.”Atsumu made a noise in his throat caught somewhere between a wheeze and a squawk that came out more of an avant-garde honk noise than anything else. He stared up at Sakusa with wide eyes, a bewildered smile just barely glued onto his face. Or: The MSBY Black Jackals go to a bar. Sakusa likes to run his mouth when he's drunk.

dog eat dog eat dog world by perennials (T) 8.4k // You are your first and only line of defense against the universe.

Who Could Have Seen This Coming? by crone_zone (M) 16.7k // Peering out the side of his eyes at the man walking beside him, Sakusa wondered why he’d impulsively changed his mind about his plans this evening when he’d noticed Miya’s reluctance. Surely he wasn’t worried about this asshole, was he?--In which Sakusa impulsively invites Atsumu over to his apartment when he sees he's upset and something entirely unexpected happens: he realizes he likes this asshole. Cue [off-camera]sex, mutual confessions, insecurity, and adorable losers who are opposite in all the right ways.

Miya Atsumu's unwavering love for Sakusa Kiyoomi and an unholy amount of terrible food analogies that should not have the right to Exist by aiviloti (G) 5.6k // Five times Miya Atsumu talks to (harasses) his friends and sibling because he has feelings for Sakusa and doesn't know what to do or how to deal with them and the one time he talks to Sakusa about it. “How do you make friends apart from showering them in praise?” Atsumu wails one night, and Osamu thinks, oh god, here we go again.

Sakusa's Secret Admirer by TwilaFrost (T) 20.2k // Every day after practice, Kiyoomi finds another letter inside his shoe locker. It's only every signed: -❤ He's determined to find this person. Is it crazy to fall in love with someone you've never met?

take what's yours and make it mine by claudusdiei (T) 5.9k // (this has a second fic hehe) atsumu falls in love four times in his life (or: in which atsumu gets his heart broken twice, has the self-awareness of a sober mule and really likes yellow tulips)

School Bus Yellow by yuuki (G) 4.9k // Atsumu has a crush on Sakusa, and it’s kind of ridiculous how much he likes a guy who wears ugly colored jackets and is afraid of germs.Though, Atsumu’s probably not all that great himself. He’s still figuring that part out.

show me how by emeraldpalace (G) 2.9k // Sakusa isn’t sure when or how it happened, but the fact remains: Miya Atsumu has become a comfortable constant in his life.

touch me (i want you to) by melstar (G) 3.9k // He should have seen it coming, really. Spend six months tip-toeing around the line of domesticity with the team’s resident germaphobe, and there was no way he’d be able to think of the guy the same way anymore. Or, Atsumu touches Sakusa's arm once and thus begins a downward spiral into the inescapable jaws of attraction.

Dreaming of You, Talking About You by kitkatwrites (T) 1.1k // Osamu learns that Atsumu talks in his sleep, especially about a certain wing spiker from Tokyo.

If your world falls apart, I'd start a riot by Serendipity (jenjaemrens) (NR) 3.1k // "It was Atsumu who was the older brother, but it was Osamu who was more protective of him. He would always protect Atsumu from things around them that could hurt him. "Or, the story of Sakusa Kiyoomi and Miya Atsumu through the eyes of Miya Osamu.

but soft what light by min_mintobe (T) 2.1k // "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day, Bokkun—" Atsumu drawls, "—hot. "In which Miya Atsumu woos Sakusa Kiyoomi by (gratuitously, seductively) quoting Shakespeare. One-shot.

sakusa kiyoomi's fixation on (miya atsumu's) lips by catsoncocaine (E) 3.7k // Everything about Atsumu is fucking beautiful, but there is one specific part of his that is like kryptonite for Kiyoomi. It is both his curse and his remedy, rendering him useless and yet egging him on to move at the same time. Kiyoomi hates it as much as he loves it.

The Jacket In Your Closet by dai_naning (T) 8.6k // According to the gossiping players around him, Miya Atsumu is an asshole. He's an incredible player in court and an obnoxious person off the court. He taunts people, points out their weakness, and doesn't give a shit if he's disliked or not. Some even say his teammates ostracize him. Sakusa looks at Miya Atsumu and can only see a player who keeps his eyes firmly forward, demanding the same to the players who want to stay on the court. Sakusa can't fault him for that. (That doesn't erase the fact that he's an asshole though. And that he's still the one who gave a jacket to a stranger.)

sakusa kiyoomi is....an uncle? by miyaudrey (T) 5.9k // “Oh, by the way, my nieces and nephews are going to be there.” “Your what now?” Or, Atsumu finds out three hours prior to a Sakusa family gathering that Kiyoomi is an uncle.

Confessions of a V-League Setter by Anubis_2701 (T) 3.3k // "Never?" Sakusa's lips thinned. "No, never. Now stop talking to me." Or, Atsumu discovers that Sakusa Kiyoomi, germaphobe and reluctant heartthrob of the Black Jackals, has never been confessed to before. He decides to change that.

Touch Me by cajynn (E) 3k // Sakusa actually likes being touched but he's very picky when it comes to who and how. When the who turns out to be Miya Atsumu he has a crisis.

Please Stop Crying by dauwtrappen (G) 2.9k // Friday starts off well until it doesn’t and Kiyoomi can hear something crash, feel something snap inside him when Miya, about to set him up for a quick attack, suddenly starts crying in the middle of their three-on-three. Kiyoomi doesn’t even react when the ball bounces off his head, doesn’t cringe when his face is smushed against the net briefly because he forgets to land in front of the it. He’s too shocked, too appalled with the tears pouring out from Miya’s eyes to care.

I can't take much more of your hesitating by playexodus (T) 2.7k // The curved sides of Atsumu’s pecs peek through that absurd tank top at just the right angle. Sakusa swallows. “Your entire chest is hanging out of that shirt. We’re in public. You could at least pretend to be a decent, morally upright person. Not to mention that this Los Angeles beach boy aesthetic is terrible on you.”Glancing back down at Atsumu’s chest to glare at his sharp, glistening collarbones is a bad idea. Sakusa wills his eyes to stay fixated on Atsumu’s face. As it turns out, this too, is a bad idea. “Oh?” Atsumu turns his half-lidded gaze onto Sakusa, the corners of his mouth curling. “Just to be clear: you’re definitely not enjoying the view then, Omi-Omi?”

curse breaking by allicanseeispink (T) 9.2k // Nearing the fourth hour of the silent treatment, Kiyoomi’s already frayed nerves began to whittle down to their last fibers. Today, it was raining. A proper Tokyo monsoon tantrum just shy of a full-blown typhoon that left puddles on sidewalks and fell from an angle so wicked it eluded umbrellas. It was raining and they haven’t spoken in almost four hours. (In which Sakusa wanders into the minefield that is Atsumu's feelings and tries not to blow things up.)

Summer Special: Omigiri by mika60 (T) 6.9k // Miya Osamu always comes up with the perfect marketing plan for his shop, even if it involves the two biggest idiots he knows.

a list of things sakusa kiyoomi hates by BrenH (T) 7.3k // “Just fuckin’ write shit down so ya remember it then. ”It was probably supposed to be a joke, just Osamu being as annoying and unhelpful as always, just reminding him that he shouldn’t have bothered trying to count on his brother for help. He’s forgotten about the whole thing until a few days later when he’s shopping and comes across a small, black notebook shaped like a cat, and his brother’s stupid suggestion flashes through his mind. Before he knows it, the cute little notebook is dropped in his basket, purchased, and in his possession. Or, the one where Osamu suggests Atsumu keep a notebook to track all the things Sakusa hates that he does, and he takes it further than he means to.

A Challenge, A Cat, and A Confession by Kitaa (G) 6.2k // Atsumu enjoys bothering Sakusa. One day he bothers him enough to be invited over to his apartment, only to discover that Sakusa has a plant, a cat, and a cute laugh.

Multiples Of Two by yuuki (G) 3.3k // He does everything in multiples of two. The day Sakusa Kiyoomi died, Atsumu checked his pulse twenty-eight times. Okay, so Sakusa Kiyoomi has never died. And Atsumu has never been close enough to Sakusa to be able to check his pulse. So what if Atsumu is just being dramatic again? He’s allowed to be dramatic when he’s in love with a man who has less emotion than a rock.

gold rush by sketchedsmiles (T) 18k // When the MSBY Black Jackals sign their newest team member, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Atsumu makes it his personal responsibility to befriend the indifferent player.

got sand in my eyes (and my shorts too, damn you miya) by luxnoctre (T) 4.7k // On one of their rare rest days, Hinata takes the part of the MSBY team to the beach. Chaos ensures. (or alternatively, do not piss off Sakusa when he is in the middle of relaxing)

mortality is found in the flesh of your sins by citronnes (M) 10.6k // dickhead one, sakusa kiyoomi. dickhead two, miya atsumu. neither understand how to communicate. Pray tell, why are you drawn to him?Are you drawn to him in the way he looks beautiful even when crying? When his eyes are red, shiny tears streaking down, lips quivering, is he beautiful?

This was v long ahahaha.... Anyway, is this finished? No LOL, but I’ll just make small additions via reblogs (?) over time. Maybe :) Sorry if you wanted me to ramble on about SakuAtsu,,,, slide into my messages/asks for that LOL. Maybe over time I’ll add the commentary from other posts I make in the future :’)

#sakuatsu #haikyuu fanfic rec #haikyuu fic recs #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #hq fic rec #anime #manga #sakuatsu fic recs #i'm a lazy person #also if you saw me saying i was gonna post kyouhaba #no you didnt #like i just said #lazy #there are a lot of fics in that one #anyway #all of these are really good #like i couldnt not put them all #ya know?

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queerhaw · 3 years

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today i offer you: this motherfucker’s hands again cause i can’t seem to get enough of them 😩

#i just..... pls sir #he could do literally anything to me with those chunky hairy man hands #pls punch me in the throat daddy #daddy dutch #dutch van der linde #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #my pics

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breaddowrites · 3 years

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Fresh Start | Draco Malfoy x Reader

hey, this was inspired partially by someones shifting experience. pls let me know if you want me to continue this, and share ideas if you have. also let me know if any of it is kinda bad. critique me!

words: 2.3k

warnings: violence n mean draco

You were a very popular Gryffindor in year 6. You had managed to befriend all the right people from the other houses, and most of the teachers adored you and how much you reminded them of your mother. Everyone loved you.

Everyone except one.

“Oi! L/N!” Draco shouted, chasing after you as you ran out of potions class.

You were fuming, your eyes narrowed to angry slits and your lips pursed. The entire school knew to stay out of your way when you had that look on your face. Except Draco Malfoy. “Look at me when I talk to you!” Draco grabbed your arm, pulling you to face him.

You had just reached the top of the stairs as he spun you around, and you almost tripped down them. You glared fiercely at Draco, and snapped your arm out of his grasp. “Do I look like I’m in the mood to talk to you, Malfoy?!”

“I don’t give a bloody damn if you’re in the mood to talk to me.” He glared back at you with equal fire. “You screwed up my grade, you stupid wench. Screw up like that again and the whomping willow will have do with you!”

An uncontrollable rage grew in your stomach, and you grit your teeth. “Damn the whomping willow!” You shouted, fists balled at your side. “And damn you, Malfoy! All you care about is yourself. I’m so tired of dealing with you, bloody selfish prick! Can’t you just find someone else to piss off for once, you BRAT!”

You were screaming by the end of your rant, and a crowd of students had formed to watch you two argue. This wasn’t a rare occurrence, but it got worse with every passing day.

Draco was enraged by your words and shrilling voice, he reached his hands out to grab your shoulders and push you down the stairs behind you. You gasped at your sudden loss of balance, and grabbed Draco’s wrist. The stairs began to move to the other side of the hall as you stumbled, and you two went tumbling to the landing on the other side of the hall. You cried out of pain, you had definitely received a lot of new bruises and as Draco landed on you, you thought you broke a few ribs.

With the unresolved anger issues you possessed, you rolled to be on top of Draco and began throwing the punches your mother had taught you in case of situations like this. “I’m gonna kill you, Malfoy!” You screamed, your hands wrapped around his throat.

Draco spun you over and punched you with his right fist. You gasped at the feeling of his cold metal rings colliding with your skin. “Not if I kill you first, L/N!”

The fight became more violent as the seconds passed, neither of you remembering you had magic powers. None of the students watching dared get between the feral teenagers.

Finally, McGonagall and Snape appeared, tearing the two apart. “What on EARTH is going on here?!” Snape boomed, bringing the pair back to reality.

“He pushed me-”

“She punched me-”

“SILENCE!” McGonagall exclaimed, her grip on you tightening. “I don’t even know where I’m going to start with you two!”

In McGonagall’s classroom, Draco and you sat in two chairs next to each other. Your uniforms were ruffed, and both of you had blood pooling from various parts of your faces. You had your tie shoved to your bloody nose, and Draco was holding his black eye.

Snape and McGonagall were shouting.

When they had finally released you to the infirmary, your task was to walk together in a civilized manner. Your adrenaline had worn off, and you weren’t that angry anymore. The exhaustion and dizziness made you realize you probably had a concussion.

“You’re such an idiot, L/N.” Draco, on the other hand, was still fuming.

You rolled your eyes, shoving your hands into your pockets. “Merlin, just shut up for once, Malfoy. My head is spinning enough, I don’t need your bloody voice ringing in my ears anymore.”

Draco grit his teeth. “You’re not so innocent, and everyone knows now. Everyone knows the monster you really are.”

Your eyes snapped up to glare at him. “Shut it, daddy’s boy. Just because you don’t get enough attention at home doesn’t mean you can go searching for it everywhere else. I’m just as tired of you as your parents are.” You paused, raising a hand to your eyes. “Shit,”

Draco stared at you, wondering how the hell you had the nerve to keep saying stuff like that to him. He was still fuming, and hardly noticed your paling face. “At least my father loves me enough to stick around, can’t say the same for yours. Wasn’t he declared dead a few days ago?

“Draco-” You tried interrupting, your vision going fuzzy. You struggled to move.

“Must be a shame to be known as the girl with a dead father and a crazy bitch of a mother.”

You shoved your arm out to grab his sleeve. “I-”

With a short start to a sentence, you were down. Draco hardly managed to catch you as your legs gave out. “L/N?” He questioned, watching your eyes roll back and your mouth fall open. He bent his ear to your mouth, feeling you breathing ever so softly. “Bloody hell,” he sighed, wincing as he tossed you over his sprained shoulder.

Madame Pomfrey exclaimed when she saw Draco rush in with you. “Set her there!” She pointed to the closest empty bed. Draco set you down as gently as he could. “Draco, what happened?!”

“W-We were doing fine, just walking. Well, we got into a fight, obviously. We also fell down the stairs.” A tinge of guilt pang through him as he watched Pomfrey dab the welts on your face from his rings. “She just collapsed. I think she said something about being dizzy.”

“She must be concussed,” Pomfrey furrowed her brows with worry. “This is very bad. She might not wake up.”

Draco’s eyes widened and he took a step back. “What do you mean she might not wake up?”

“It’s very risky to fall asleep with a concussion, and if she just collapsed, that’s a very bad sign. She may have slipped into a coma.” Pomfrey sighed, beginning to take your vitals. “All I can do right now is examine her until she wakes up.”

Draco turned and sprinted out of the room, the overwhelming feeling to get away from your unconscious body was uncontrollable. “Draco!” Pomfrey yelled. “I still need to patch you up!”

Everyone had gone to visit you in bed, everyone except Draco Malfoy.

One day, late in the afternoon, Draco walked into the infirmary. He almost had to walk back out. He never thought he could hold so much guilt for someone he once despised to the core.

Your bruises had almost healed, they were just yellow spots littering your pale skin. He sat in the chair that was always besides your bed, and glanced over your still figure. You hadn’t moved in weeks. It was completely his fault. “L/N…” He began softly, shifting his gaze to his bruised knuckles. “I’m sorry.” He’d spent days trying to justify his actions, trying to shift the blame to you, but he just couldn’t anymore.

Madame Pomfrey was alerted by a crash in the main room. She raced out of her office to see that the bed which occupied you for two weeks was empty. “Y/N?” Pomfrey called out, rushing over to find you curled fearfully on the floor and Draco stepping away from you.

Tears streaking down your cheeks, you looked up. “W-Where am I? Where’s my mother?!” You cried, scooting yourself against the wall. “Who are you people?! MOTHER!” You cried out, sinking in on yourself.

“Y/N, Y/N, my dear!” Madame Pomfrey crouched down a few feet in front of you. “My name is Madame Pomfrey, I’m the matron at Hogwarts. You recognize Hogwarts, don’t you, darling?”

“H-Hogwarts?” You questioned, lowering your hands from your face. Your gaze flickered between Pomfrey and Draco. “Am I at Hogwarts?”

“Yes, sweetheart. You had an incident and fell into a concussion coma for a few weeks. It seems you have a bit of amnesia as well.” Pomfrey frowned at you and stood back up. “Can I examine you, my dear?”

“Who is he?” You asked, pointing at Draco.

“That’s Draco Malfoy. He was just visiting you, a lot of people have been visiting you since your accident.” Pomfrey motioned Draco toward you. “Be useful and help her up.”

You looked at Draco suspiciously, but allowed him to help you stand up. Your legs were incredibly weak after not being used for two weeks, and he did most of the work getting you back onto the bed.

Madame Pomfrey immediately began to examine you. You continued to stare at Draco, who’s eyes were pinned to the floor. “We must be friends, if you were visiting me.” You stated, watching him shift nervously. “Go get me something to eat, my stomach hurts.”

Draco’s eyes shot up at you, and he started to back away from your bed. “I don’t think-”

“Please,” You cut him off, grasping his hand to keep him from leaving. Your eyes begged him. “Can you please get me something to eat?”

Draco nodded, continuing to avoid your eyes. “What would you like?”

“Something soft, easy to chew. Maybe even soup.”

“Soup would be the best choice.” Pomfrey pitched in, peering into your throat.

“Okay, I’ll be back soon.” Draco cleared his throat and swiftly left the room. As he walked to the dining hall, his mind was running a mile a minute.

How can she not remember me? Does she not remember anything about the fight? Does she not remember anything about our relationship, or lack thereof? Does she remember anything about Hogwarts? Did I really muck up this bad?

“My mother, she’s still traveling, right?” You questioned Madame Pomfrey. “I’m starting to remember a little. She taught here at some point, correct?”

“Yes, Y/N.” Madame Pomfrey smiled, peering over your stoic expressions. “She taught in your third year. Do you recall which class it was?”

“Herbology, I remember taking it with Harry and Ron, and this other girl… I don’t fully remember.”

After a few more questions, Madame Pomfrey came to a conclusion. “Well, it seems your amnesia is only temporary. Once I release you, Y/N, you must return if you find yourself unable to recall certain things, or have lasting pain.” She placed a hand on your shoulder and rubbed gently. “You seem to be healing well, but you’ll need to stretch carefully, you haven’t moved in over two weeks.”

Draco returned to the room, looking incredibly suspicious. He exposed a thermos with soup from under his robe. “Here,” He handed you the thermos and a spoon. “It’s mushroom.”

You lit up with joy. “I love mushrooms! Thank you, Draco.” You beamed at him, quickly taking the cup from his hands.

Draco was shocked to see you smile at him like that, you had never done it before. You’d been enemies from the moment you met. “Y-Yeah, whatever.” He plopped into the chair next to your bed to contemplate on telling you the truth.

Madame Pomfrey came around with a wheelchair. “Draco, if she needs to go anywhere, you’ll take her in this. She’s not quite ready to walk long distances on her own yet.”

Draco shot up from his seat, brows furrowed. “Why do I have to take her around. Can’t the mudblood do it?!”

Pomfrey glared at Draco. “It is part of your punishment for the incident. Do you want to take care of the girl you hurt so badly or do you want three months of detention? It’s your decision, Draco.”

Pomfrey walked off, leaving Draco and you alone. You looked up at him, a tinge of anger in your eyes. “Huh, so it’s your fault I was in a coma.” You fisted his robe and yanked him toward you. “I think you owe me some explanations, right now.”

“Serves you right to have to babysit me.” You laughed, leaning into the pillows behind you. “You almost killed me, you psychopath. You need some community service.”

“It wasn’t like that, Y/N. You were psychotic too!” Draco exclaimed, laughing softly with you. “Oh, if a teacher had heard the things you said to me, you would’ve been forced to write lines until your hands bled.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re still the one that shoved me down the stairs!”

“You threw the first punch!”

“You slapped me with your dumb metal rings!”

“You gave me a black eye!”

You narrowed your eyes at him, disregarding everything you just said. “Anyway, I only forgive you because you’re hot.”

Draco gaped at you. “You are a completely different person without your memories.”

You laughed, “that’s kind of how it works, Draco.”

“I-I mean, we were enemies. We loathe each other. You would’ve eaten dirt before ever calling me hot.” He stared at you suspiciously. “There’s no way you don’t remember.”

“I really don’t. I only really remember two other people in all of Hogwarts so far. Pomfrey said I should be regaining my memories… So we’ll see if I still like you in a few days. But for now, I guess we get a fresh start.”

#draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy angst #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco x reader #harry potter x reader #fanfiction #breaddowrites

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asteriismos · 4 years

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five oh five - jacob thrombey

warning(s) : eighteen! jacob thrombey, ddlg, choking because it wouldn’t be an eleanor fic without it, an overuse of the word daddy pls, this is honestly just filth

authors note : anyone else think of jacob thrombey while listening to 505 by the arctic monkeys? no just me ok

words : 3k

request(s) :

imagine telling jacob ur into ddlg and he’s like “what’s that” and the reader is like “i’m baby and also ur daddy 😤😳” and he’s like ok let’s go try it out 🥴

ALSO OMG A FUCKING JACOB T FIC WHERE HE EXPERIMENTS WITH DDLG I-

it started off as an inside joke.

when you told your friends that you were talking to jacob thrombey, they were not short of making fun of you. everyone has heard stories about jacob and all the crazy shit that he did with past girlfriends and hookups. he was infamous for being the womanizer of your private school. and what started as simple snapchats back and forth turned into exchanging numbers. you had made the mistake of leaving your phone unattended and your friend grace saw his incoming texts.

“you are not talking to jacob thrombey!” grace exclaimed, grabbing your phone from the table and passing it along to the other girls in your group. they all looked at the text and saw the contact name as jacob, and there was only one jacob in your grade.

you blushed, reaching to take your phone back. “so what if I am?” you said, raising an eyebrow. a blush rose to your cheeks.

“look at that, she’s blushing. gross. she’s in love,” your other friend kelly said with a roll of her eyes. you stuck your tongue out at her and put your middle finger up. “I am not,” you said to her.

but you totally were. soon enough you were going on a date with him, and then that date turned into two and then three. you liked jacob a lot, despite his stupid twitter rants that he went on sometimes and how he always liked to piss off his parents whenever you were there for dinner.

your friends, upon hearing the news of your new boyfriend, teased you endlessly for it. it made you laugh, but also made you want to punch them in the face sometimes when they talked about how many kinks he probably had. it was the worst when he would be sitting next to you at the lunch table and your friends would burst out laughing thinking about their conversations that you had during sleepovers.

“he probably likes bdsm or something like that,” kelly said, taking a sip of her mug filled with tequila. your parents could care less if you and your friends were drinking at the house since they weren’t even home, but mugs were always some kind of tradition with your group. “probably makes you call him sir.”

you hit her on the shoulder, cheeks burning up in a blush. “shut up! seriously this is embarrassing.” you took a sip of the contents in your own mug and wrapped the blanket over your shoulders closer against him.

“no, no, no. guys, you’re totally missing the obvious one : a daddy kink! thrombey definitely has that. did we guess correctly, y/n?”

you rolled your eyes. “I wouldn’t know.”

that was two days ago, since then it became some kind of inside joke between your friends. the more you thought about it, though, the more you thought about how hot it would be to call jacob daddy. there was a certain appeal to it that you desperately craved, and you were going to see if he thought the same thing.

you haven’t had sex with him yet either. not because you were a virgin because you definitely were not, neither was him from the massive amount of rumors that surrounded him. it just hasn’t happened yet.

you were determined to change that.

you were walking up to jacob’s room now, since his parents weren't home a maid let you in through the front door. your footsteps echoed along the mahogany wood floors all the way to his bedroom, which was at the very end of the hallway in his house past his fathers office that laid empty. the door was closed as per usual, and you knocked three times, opening the door when you heard a small come in.

the second jacob turned away from his homework and saw you, his face lit up, he closed his textbook and turned his chair to face you. “hey, didn’t know you were coming so soon. thought you were coming in an hour or so?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow up. smirking, he said, “not that I mind.”

you shrugged. “I don’t know, I got bored at home and didn’t want to wait longer to see you.”

jacob stood up, walking towards you and putting his hands on your sides. he pulled you close, your eyes flickering up to look into his own green ones. “missed me that much?” he asked in a teasing tone, leaning down and kissing you. your hands went to cup his face and kissed back, humming in content. it was hard to ignore your heart rapidly beating in your chest, you really did like him.

you pulled away and smiled. “I guess you can say that.” jacob laughed and went to go sit at the edge of his bed, pulling out his phone and looking at the time. “well, I guess we can stay here for a while before we go out to eat then? if you want. I'll see what’s open today,” he said, scrolling through his phone. he wasn’t looking at you and you smiled to yourself.

he was oblivious.

you set down your bag, standing there with your arms crossed while working up the confidence to do what you were going to do. in one quick moment, you tugged your shirt up over your head, dropping it to the ground silently. he still wasn’t paying attention. you smirked and pushed down your pants, stepping out of them and that grabbed his attention. jacob sat there staring at you, eyes wide while looking over your body. you wore a black lace bra with matching panties, standing there and batting your eyelashes.

you sauntered over to him, throwing your legs to either side of his waist and placing yourself right in his lap, face nearing his. “what are you doing?” he asked, hands going to the small of your back. his fingertips led to goosebumps on your skin, breath hitching in your throat when his lips attached onto the column of your neck.

“hmm, nothing, just wanted to try something out,” you hummed, rolling your hips against him. he was already beginning to strain through his pants, and that led you on to go further. jacob’s face pulled away and his eyes locked on yours, asking a silent what is it? your hands reached for his face, cupping his jaw and kissing along it, teeth grazing along his soft skin.

“I was wondering if I could call you daddy,” you muttered lowly, his eyes catching yours yet again. instead of their usual light cheery look, they were dark, filled with lust. he liked that. he liked that a lot. jacob didn’t have to say anything, since his hands on your back held you against him as he shifted your bodies. jacob was now on top of you, hips grinding against your own. your moan caught in your throat. he looked at you, ordering, “say it again.”

“daddy, please fuck me.”

he didn’t need to be asked twice.

his lips were connected to yours and his hands trailed to your hands, grabbing both of them by the wrists and pinning them up above your head. your hands strained against his own, quickly losing the battle of dominance with him and succumbing to his touch. harsh kisses were pressed along your lips to your jaw, paying special attention to that sweet spot where your jaw and neck connected. his teeth grazed along your skin, taking it into his mouth and sucking. your eyes fluttered shut, a sigh passing your lips.

although the thought of him being completely dominant and you unable to control anything, you thought that it would be even better if you teased him. you didn’t call the shots all the time in the relationship, but you were always a little bratty when it came to following his orders. testing the waters, you pressed your hips upwards towards his, gasping at the pressure that was alleviated for just a moment. as quickly as you had been there, he let his free hand trail down and press your hips into the mattress. his other one stayed with your pinned wrists.

“don’t be a brat, y/n,” jacob said in a condescending tone. “brats don’t get anything, and you want something, don’t you?”

you only nodded, not trusting your voice. your eyes stayed closed, feeling his kisses trail down to the valley of your breasts. your back arched up as you tried to get some kind of gratification, you needed it. you needed him so badly you thought that you just might die. jacob’s hand on your waist squeezed tightly, bringing your attention back to the present and out of the fantasies in your mind. “use your words, princess, if I wanted you to be silent I would’ve put something in your mouth.” you shivered.

your voice wavered as you said, “I want you, daddy. please.”

“that wasn’t so hard, was it?” his hand around your wrists squeezed them, pushing them further into the bed. you stayed as still as you could for him, only moving your head to see what he was doing. you looked down and saw (and felt) that he was still paying close attention to your tits.

jacob captured a nipple in between his teeth and he bit down just a little bit to pinch it, sending shockwaves right down south. he had you in the palm of his hand, wrapped around his fingers and he knew it. he wondered how he hadn’t succumbed to this lustful attraction before, since you guys have been dating for a while. the buildup was long, but so rewarding in this moment.

he looked at you like you put stars in the sky. he was so immensely attracted to you, not just physically, emotionally, and that made the connection that much more powerful. it was like there was an invisible string that held you two together, not able to get that far without the constant pull.

and while he was kissing along your tits, going from one to the other, hearing those soft gasps and moans coming from his lips - well he knew that he was going to lose it soon. this teasing game, no matter how much he loved it, didn’t account for the fact that he was almost instantly hard the second that he looked up from his phone minutes ago to see you in just skimpy lingerie

his fingers danced along your soft skin, going down, down, down until he was at your lower stomach. a finger hooked along the edge of your panties and pulled up, letting it snap back onto your skin. you jumped at the tiny impact, the pain of it turning into pleasure the second you realized how close he was to you. that same hand trailed down until he was rubbing along the wet spot, pressing down along your clit and mumbling something along the lines of so wet for daddy, but you were too busy getting lost in the sudden pleasure to really register what he had said.

“please,” you begged, your eyes staying on his face. you had a desperate need to alleviate the pressure in between your thighs. you wished that you could press them together tightly, but his hips were situated in between them, rendering that idea merely useless. you knew that he wouldn’t have stood for that anyway.

without a second thought, your panties were being pushed to the side and he was plunging two fingers in. his index and ring, which were so much longer and thicker than yours that you weren’t expecting it. luckily you were wet enough for the discomfort to last for only a moment, pain once again being replaced for pleasure at the hands of jacob thrombey.

his fingers were curling in just the way to make your toes curl while they pumped into you. you were left writhing, feeling the grip on your wrists tighten with the more you moved. you knew that there would probably be bruises left for you to see tomorrow and shamelessly find a way to cover them, but you loved it.

you would let jacob mark you up however he wanted to if it meant that you could feel this good.

you were sure that by the loud moans that you were making, the people working inside of his house would be able to hear what was happening. they were smart to just turn a blind eye, since jacob would surely be royally pissed off if one of them interrupted you.

all that slipped past your lips were his name, voice so high pitched as you ran towards that high. your legs started to tremble and close around his hips, but he just kept them open before him. jacob’s thumb pressed against your clit and that almost had you cumming, almost there. “jake, im gonna-”

everything stopped.

jacob pulled his fingers out of you, in fact, he pulled his whole hand away from your heat, bringing it back up to caress your cheek. you could feel yourself coating his hand against your skin. you looked at him with such desperation, your throbbing, neglected pussy felt hot and deceived. the bastard.

he kept a smirk on his face while you looked at him, feigning anger that he knew wasn’t really the case. “you don’t get to cum until I say so,” he said to you in a condescending tone, pressing your cheek. “which is soon, I promise, you’ve been a good girl for me.”

surprisingly, he let go of your wrists, using both of his hands to turn you around so that you were laying on your stomach. “push yourself up for daddy, will you?” he asked, hearing him pull off his shirt and undoing your belt. your legs were still a little wobbly while you pushed yourself up onto your knees, ass in the air just waiting for him.

you wiggled your hips and heard him chuckle from behind you, feeling the bed shift with his weight and soon enough his hands were on your waist again. he gave you a kiss to the middle of your spine, making you tingle all over. even though he was being the dominant one, there was still emotion behind all of his touches. it made your heart warm.

the first thrust into you almost made you slump down into the mattress, and you would have, but one of his arms slinked around your waist to keep you up on your knees. your face was pressed against the sheets, mouth wide open in a silent moan that had gotten caught in your throat. you were sensitive from his fingers, and knew that you wouldn’t be lasting too much longer, especially because he left you high and dry minutes ago. it wouldn’t be hard climbing to that peak again.

“keep yourself up,” jacob ordered. you nodded slowly, whining as he snapped his hips against your ass, hitting a deeper spot in you. his arm left your waist, the hand connected to it came and wrapped around your throat lightly. the feeling of his fingers spreading along your delicate skin, squeezing just a little bit made you groan. the vibrations from your groan went through his fingers and he kept the pressure, hips rutting into you relentlessly.

you were having a hard time keeping yourself up, muscles starting to strain every time his hips pushed close. but you did it, because you couldn’t really even think about it. he was hitting that spot so deep inside you, it had you moaning every time his tip pressed up against it.

“daddy, im going to cum,” you moaned in a desperate tone. your cheeks reddened.

jacob’s hand squeezed harder on your throat, leaning over and kissing along the back of your ear. “not yet, don’t fucking do it yet,” he said in a dark tone, sucking a hickey right behind your ear. you felt tears well up at the overstimulation, trying your best to do what he was telling you to do. you felt like you were dancing on some cloud and you were going to fall any second now. the adrenaline pumping through you, like fire coursing though your veins.

“cum.”

and you did, your legs finally giving out and shaking, body slumping into the mattress. his hand stayed at your throat and you couldn’t just focus on one thing, your mind was going haywire. you were in a bliss, a constant euphoria that you knew you never wanted to get out of. you clenched around him with not one second after he told you that you could cum wasted.

with a scream of his name, you rode out your high, him still thrusting in and out until he pulled all the way out. he pumped himself with his hand and soon enough he was cumming onto your back. you could feel the hot liquid on your back, dripping down, he watched it and relished in the feeling of you looking like this.

he left the bed for just a second, just to get a towel and cleaned you up, kissing your spine again and helping you roll over. you pushed your panties back into place and he left again, still in your eyesight where he opened up one of his drawers and gave you an old t shirt of his. you accepted it gratefully, pulling it on and humming because it smelled like him.

“I really like you,” you said to him, shifting on the bed so you were under the covers. jacob was just in his boxers now, coming to join right next to you. he felt warm and you cuddled into his chest, his arm wrapping and keeping you close. “more than just physically.”

jacob kissed the top of your head. “I like you too, y/n. but you have to call me daddy more often.”

you hit him playfully. “don’t get your hopes up, thrombey.”

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Too Good For Me. || Din Djarin X Jedi! Reader SMUT*

Part of the Best Obsessions AU!

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Warnings: Swearing! full blown Sex, oral both male and female receiving, unprotected (pls be safe irl!),edging, anal, slight degrading, kissing, some fluffy aftercare, No helmet Din, Blindfolded for some parts, touch starved Din, Force reacts inappropriately sometimes with reader, established partnership, made something up so I could kinda waltz around the creed’s code, shh dont hurt me pls. (hopefully I didn't miss anything)

Parings: Din Djarin x reader

Authors Note: Okay so now this is really my first time writing a full smut. I hope you enjoy, I low-key was imagining that one gif of Pedro in Narcos for this. I hope this is good!The Next parts i want to be full of angst, jealousy, fluff, and lots of more kinks and fantasies to be played out (cough cough I might add a daddy kink into it but shhh)))

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Summary: Din kept his promise and he wants you to know just how much he’s been thinking of you. Training went well, but after what you did to him, he wants to throw scouting out of the window and show you everything now.

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“Good, again.” You jumped over his back and rolled over his shoulder. Ducking under his punch and you strike him in the shoulder, your knuckles only slightly bruised. and he snips you on your side. “Watch your form!” He snarls at you and tries to trip you by sweeping his leg, but the force favors you and tells you “Jump!”, so you do. His grunts were seeping into your ears. Unbeknownst to him, sleeping that night after he left was nearly impossible. So you were fired up but nearly exhausted, this was almost your 6th round training with Din today. You clipped his body with your side and tossed him down.

When he hit the floor he let out a grunt and then laughed a bit. You straddled him and laughed, both of you taking a moment becasue of how out of breath you two seemed to be. “Another round?” you huffed before realizing your position and quickly get up to help him by holding out your hand. He took your hand and raised himself, once up he put his free hand on your upper arm squeezing tightly. “Nah, let’s take a break.” “Freshen up and meet me in my cot, I have to show you something.”

“o-okay” was all you could muster out. He left, leaving you there dumbfounded. your mind was racing, what was so important? He never stops training this early, the sun is still out and the moons are far from setting.

So you do what he told you, you freshen up by splashing your face with cold water and you let your hair down. Just for now as you think that you two will continue training later.

It felt good to be back on the ship for now, it felt like home. Sure you like Sorgan and it feels good to be on a somewhat stable planet. but you can’t beat the feeling of where you spent majority of your life for the past couple of months with your makeshift family.

You sigh and exit the refresher making your way into Mando’s room. You knock once and hear the modulated voice respond “Come in.”

when you enter you can’t seem to find him. “Turn around” the force calls out faintly. You try, but you feel a hand on your shoulder. “Don’t turn around.” he says.

“Y/n? Do you trust me...?” he says statically. “Of course, always.”

“Good.”

“Now I need you to trust in me, blindly...” His arm reached in front of you and he showed you a black makeshift blindfold. “Will you do this for me?”

That sent a shiver down your spine. “y-yes”

“Good.”

He wrapped it around you and you were enveloped into darkness. you heard multiple things going on around you. Was this part of training? Are we gonna go scouting soon?

Your mind was racing

Then you heard a large bang of metal hitting the floor.

It scared you to say the least, but nothing in you was alerting you to anything bad, it was just a quick scare.

“D-din? I-” you were shut up when you feel kisses up your neck. “u-uh” you tried to hold back a moan, but it came out louder than expected. you feel a hand snake up your thin tank top and it sends shivers down your spine.

“That night...” he said in between kisses, his fingers rest on your breast. “I know what you really wanted...” “Maker... I think you may have known what I wanted too...” he gave it a gentle squeeze over the lace bra.

He gets to the most sensitive part of your neck and your whimpers bleed out of you. “I-I did?” you breath out. He stopped and pushed you gently against the wall. You could feel him right on top of you and he plays at the hem of your shirt.

“I want you...”

“Do you want me too?”

“I want you so bad...I need you.” you moan into the words as they drip from your mouth.

He grunts and presses his lips to yours, you kiss back and tangle together. Finding his soft locks with one hand and trail to the tent in his pants with the other.

Then you realize; His armor... the beskar is gone. Maker you hope that this isn't a dream and you’d wake up any moment. You wish you could see his face. But just feeling him on top of you made everything worth it.

He asks you for permission to undress you and you audibly said yes. He took off your shirt and you helped him shrug off your pants and undergarments.

“Fuck. look at you, look at how fucking perfect you are...” he trailed off, if you weren't wearing the blindfold, he would have seen your eyes light up and the lust turn deeper in you. You were embarrassed, but in a good way, and the force felt it in you. It manipulated the blind fold and tried to lift it past your eyes, but you took your hands and brought the blindfold back down before you saw anything.

Din chuckled “It’s okay Cyar’ika, I trust you.” he lifted your chin with his finger and he slipped the blindfold off of your head. You kept your eyes closed. “But what about-” “I can show my face to those I have a strong and deep emotional connection with. Someone I trust in more ways than one...” “So, open your eyes cyare..”

You do and the first thing you do is catch his brown eyes...

In awe, you bit your lip and your eyes sparkled as you took in his face. You closed the gap in between you both and wrap your arms around his neck. “Fuck you’re so so hot...everything I've ever wanted... everything I ever imagined.”

That’s what set you both off and he threw you onto his bed as he stripped from his clothes, leaving on his boxers. He crawled onto you and went down into your heat.

“Din…Din please..” you moan and drag out the last word gripping the sheets of Din’s bed. You gasp and and grip the sheets harder as you look down and see him in your heat, a pile of dark curls on his head as he works his magic in between your legs. You move your hands to his hair, pulling on his curls and he grips your hips tighter. You can feel the way he moves and it’s nothing like you've ever felt before.

Suckling on your clit and then he circles it. Your legs shake and you curse. “O-oh Ssshit!” Everything he does and every way he moves puts you deeper and deeper into a trance. Even his facial hair adds to the immense pleasure you feel.

You feel your climax and moan louder than before. “D-din i-im” he picks up the pace moving one hand to your heat and using his fingers to help you finish, but before you came he kissed up your body to your neck his soft lips moving with vigor. Pumping in and out faster and faster. You really hope that this isn't another dream...You tremble and he kisses your jaw. You melt into him and your high is near.

“what do you want?” he snarls out. You try to respond but you’re a mess. He slows down causing your climax to be stopped and you whimper.

“Again, what. do. you. want.?”

“Y-you Din... I-I want you to fuck me...” That sent him off the edge and he drilled his fingers into you. His grunts filled your ears again. You were in euphoria, a complete mess and he helped you ride out the high. “Fucking fuck.” you breathe out. He laughs lowly, and cleans you up with his fingers. “You’re so good for me...” you turned him around and climbed on top of him.

“I’m about to show you how much better I can be.” bringing down his pants, his cock sprung from underneath the fabric and you bit your lips. God it was like you were ravenous...nearly aching for him to be inside of you in all of his length.

You finally saw that your dreams were a reality.

giving him a tease you circled the tip and could already see the magic you were causing in him. Pre-cum was already sitting at the top with you only having touched him slightly. He was melting in your hands. cupping his balls, you took him in, making a show out of it.

He tensed up and moaned out “fuck yeah baby, that’s my good girl y/n...” He was tensing up and you could feel that he was close to his high by the way his cock twitched in your mouth.

So you teased him by stopping for a bit.

It was your way of payback for what he did to you moments ago when you were about to reach your high, but he stopped you.

“c-c’mon cyar’ika.. please.” He begged you. To be honest you liked the way he was begging you, maybe you’d drag it on a little longer.

wiping your tongue across the tip made him growl like a beast. Maybe he;s had enough now.

while finishing him off, he grabs your hair and helps you by thrusting his hips farther into your throat. Now he’s the mess. He lets out one last grunt and he releases himself into your throat, the hot and sticky mess you gratefully take and swallow. He releases with a sting of lewd curses.

Maker, you didn't know how but that turns you on even more.

Again, he’s everything you’ve ever imagined him to be and he tastes fucking fantastic.

He pants “Oh, you’ll pay for that.” he flips you to lay on your hands and knees. You feel him hovering behind you. One hand cups your throat lightly and the other is on your hip rubbing your ass. “you were such a good girl.. but you turned naughty... All to see the look on my face. Tell me Cyar’ika, was that punishment for what I did to you?” he whispers into your ear and lightly slaps your ass. You moan to reply.

”Well, you know how we make up for that right?”

“With your cock?” you moaned while biting your lips. “There’s my smart girl...”

In a blink of an eye he inserted himself into you slowly. His length filled you and he let you adjust, while he kissed your neck and positioned himself to fit you by placing both of his hands on your hips.

He started to move in and out. You couldn't even think straight. The room was filled with moans, grunts, and swears, almost like a symphony. Then he came by your ear again. “Tell me y/n, is this what you dreamed of me doing to you all those times?” he thrusted harder into you. “Oh you have no fucking idea.” you gasped when he brought you up and kissed your neck while thrusting at full speed. “Fuck yeah, right there Din f-fuck!” you bit your hand trying not to spill anymore slurs and brought the other to frame his head behind you holding onto the back of his neck.

His words were right in your ear the whole time. Your highs were approaching.

“D-Din!”

“That’s it be a good girl and cum when I tell you, but I want to hear you, let this godforsaken planet know you’re mine.”

yo both moved in unison the sound of pleasure seeping out of the room, his hips where ramming into you at full force and you were about to collapse from the pure pleasure. He felt you twitch, your walls starting to tighten around him.

“Good girl, not yet...”

You whimpered needing to release on him and he chuckled lowly seeing you ache in pleasure was his favorite.

“Now.”

you gasped and slurred, releasing onto him, basically screaming his name, and a mountain of pleasure took over your body, the knots once in your stomach were now undone.

Then Din let himself out, “Oh maker, Y/N” you both collapsed on each other trying to catch your breath.

He kissed you again and you rolled off one another, cleaning each other up and smiling. He place you under the covers and snuggled up to you. wrapping a strong arm around your waist, and kissing your forehead. “wow” you both let out and unison and laughed. “I've been dreaming of doing that forever.”

“really?” you questioned him with bright eyes. “I mean, so have I, but we hated each other at first... I never thought you’d feel the same way...”

“Maker, it’s true I couldn't stand you at first, but then, i guess it escalated into something more in my heart after really getting to know you.”

You giggled and kissed him, but when you pulled away you lingered, just staring at each other and admiring him in all of his beauty.

“Not what you expected?” “More than what i expected, I've always been so close to seeing you in my dreams, but would always wake up, but a dream cant make up this much handsomeness on one face...” he smiled and brought you back down for one more kiss. you yawned and nuzzled yourself into his chest.

You drew circles on him,

“So Din, what does this make us?”

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