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leclercstars · 4 months

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lando fic🙏🙏 size kink and pushing down on her lower stomach while he's inside!!?

Obsessed with this one. This might be my fave thing I've ever written so thank you to whoever requested this.

house of balloons.

Lando Norris x Reader

Warnings: 18+!! smut, hate sex, slight degradation and dom!Lando, cursing, size kink, unprotected sex.

“Get a grip,” you snapped as you strutted away from the bar. Now you had to wait to get another vodka lemonade. There was a viciousness to everything about you in that moment, from your facial expression to the way you sat and rejoined your friend group.

“What was that?” your best friend knew everything about your life, and you knew she was asking just to get a rise out of you.

“What do you fucking think? I thought him and his friends had stopped going here.”

“Well breaking news: that is not the case,” one of your other friends chuckled.

“Ugh, I just cannot deal with this tonight,” you sat back in the the booth and groaned, pulling out your phone in hopes of avoiding more conversation about the topic.

“I should start making you that angry more often.” read the text that suddenly lit up your screen.

You hated Lando, and he hated you right back. Ever since freshman year you could not stand his “holier than thou” level arrogance and the way he always had to find a way to push your buttons in whatever setting you two were in. From class, to the bar all the way to the time you two ended up in the therapy waiting room together.

“Okay Lando pls stfu. Dealing with you tonight was enough.” You had gotten into a heated argument with him in the bar, which you suddenly could not remember the subject of, pondering his last text in your head.

“I think I know how to fix our little problem”

What could he possibly mean by that. No way was he about to suggest sex.

“And what might that be?” you chuckled to yourself, noticing that your friends were peering over at your phone screen. Little snoops.

“Let’s leave.” Yep, there it was. He thinks fucking will somehow be the answer to your now four-year battle with each other. You had made each other’s lives a living hell. One time you fought so bad you both started crying, in public. Not the finest moment for either of you. But you thought more and more about his proposition. Sometimes he stared at you a little too long when you wore one of your skimpy going out tops, especially that lace corset, which of course you happened to be wearing tonight. He stood a little close to you to whisper insults in your ear, and occasionally slid a hand to the small of your back when you were standing next to each other. Maybe this was the answer. Besides, hate sex actually sounded kind of fun.

“If you really want to do this then come over to the booth and I’ll get up and leave with you.” If this was really his master plan, you were going to make sure everyone knew about it. You weren’t gonna let him get away with lying about this little inchident later. It took him less than 2 minutes to appear at your table, hand extended towards you, a mischievous look painted all over his face.

“See ya around!” he waved to your friends as he dragged you out the bar.

“I better be getting a text about this later” you looked back at your friends' aghast expressions. They were looking at you as if you had just been shot through the head.

It didn’t take long to get to Lando’s shitty college house. You argued the whole way there. You almost shoved him in front of a moving car on accident. Maybe that would make the sex better.

He led you up to his bedroom, a surprisingly gentleman-ly gesture. The only light came from the dim glow of his computer monitor, casting a red ambiance over the entire room. How perfect, you thought.

“Let’s just get all that anger out, huh?”

“Worth a shot.” you smirked before inching closer and closer to him. The space between you two held so much tension, a pit of horniness, rage and frustration. He grabbed your face with both hands, his lips crashing into yours. You had never kissed someone with this much passion before. Neither of you knew how to keep your hands to yourself, but why bother. His hands explored every single inch of you, places that very few people had ever touched. He had already unhooked your bra effortlessly, your soft tits pressing against his chiseled chest. Fuck, he actually was kind of sexy all this time. He started gently biting your lower lip, causing you to moan into him. You could not be the only one moaning in this situation, so naturally you started palming his growing erection over his boxers.

“Shit,” he whispered softly before groaning, his lips never leaving your face. There was a neediness, a hunger to the way you were touching each other. An intensity, a fury, and unfortunately one of the most erotic things you had ever experienced.

He picked you up and threw you back onto the bed, the harshness of it turning you on even more.

You covered your pussy with your hands- giggling. You couldn’t help it, teasing him felt like the right thing to do in this scenario.

“Oh that’s not gonna work. I’m gonna fuck that little attitude right out of you.”

“I’d like to see you fucking try, pal.” your sly expression just making him angrier and angier.

He pinned your hands above your head as you laughed, loving that he was really taking it as a challenge. He slid his boxers off with his free hand.

Holy fuck. You had NEVER seen a dick that big. He was absolutely massive. Your confidence faltered for just a second, thinking that even though he was so much larger than you in stature, his dick could not have been that exceptional. But boy were you fucking wrong.

He gave you half at first, watching the way your face contorted as you adjusted to the feeling of him filling you up. He didn’t let you get comfortable for long, sliding the rest in as you shouted his name, probably waking the entire neighborhood up. Whoops.

“This might be the only time I ever get you to submit to me like this. Fuck you look hot when you’re being a good girl.”

You were going to fight back more- but those words made you want to listen to anything he told you to do for the rest of eternity. After two sickeningly slow thrusts, he started pounding into you. That attitude you had earlier had completely left the room, probably the stratosphere too. His dick felt like nothing you had ever taken before, nearly hitting your cervix with every pump in and out. It unfortunately was not going to take long for you to orgasm, as much as you wanted to hold out so you could keep experiencing this feeling. The feeling you never thought the guy you hated could give you. Pure and utter ecstasy. The alcohol flowing through your veins had you putting on quite the performance, moaning just as loud as Lando, tossing your head back and creating large claw marks along his back.

He thrusted deep into you- holding himself there. He made eye contact with you, his eyes low and filled with a fiery lust you had never seen before. He pressed against your lower stomach and holy fuck- you could not believe this was real.

“You feel that? That’s my fucking cock all the way inside you. You’re being such a good little slut taking me like this.”

You never wanted that feeling in your stomach to go away.

He pressed down again, shooting waves of pleasure through you that made your vision start to blur. Were you going to orgasm when he wasn’t even fucking you?

“That’s enough of that, can’t make you feel too good.” he winked as he started fucking you again, bringing you right to the brink of an orgasm.

“Fuck Lando, you’re gonna make me cum.” He grabbed your throat.

“I’m gonna cum too. Look at me baby, I want us to remember exactly what we’re doing to each other.”

You never broke eye contact as you both lost control, his forehead pressed against yours as loud moans filled the room.

“That might be the only good idea you’ve ever had.” you laughed as he cleaned you both off.

“Of course that’s what you say right after I fucked the shit out of you.”

#f1 smut #lando norris smut #lando norris one shot #lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris x y/n #f1 imagine #f1 one shot #lando norris angst #lando norris imagine

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rikiislvr · 3 months

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🤎i’ll wait for you : nishimura riki

pairing : niki x afab!reader

warnings : kissing

summary: you & niki havent been able to have any quality time due to both of your busy schedules :( so you reassure him that its not his fault due to his overthinking

you finally finished your last assignment, with a long huff you close your laptop and stretch out your arms, you were so stressed from so much work you’ve been having lately.

you knew you had to wash up, but you were way too tired to even do anything for now, so you immediately got in bed and told yourself you would shower after 20 mins of relaxing, but then you heard your apartment door open, signaling your boyfriend was home from practice, you wanted to greet him but you were too tired too get out of bed.

soft footsteps made their way to your bedroom as the door opened, revealing your sleepy boyfriend, he smiled softly at you as you returned the same smile, he set his back down on the ground beside the door, and removed his green jacket, dragging his feet over to you, he practically fell right on top of you, resting his head on your chest as he wrapped his long arms around your waist letting out a loud sigh.

you two have been really busy with different schedules. niki has been practicing with their latest comeback, and you? you’ve been busy doing college work, your schedules never really lined up until night time, which you two slept anyways so it felt like you guys were distancing a lot lately.

he lifted his head slowly as you wrapped your arms around him as well, resting on his chin as the two of your admired each others faces. “how was your day love?” he says softly, “tiring. you?” you ask, he nods and lays his head back down, basically saying the same.

you ran your fingers through his fluffy hair, as he placed soft kisses on your neck, “should we wash up ki?” you whisper, but you got no response, he just kept kissing your neck which was soothing you to sleep, so you just decided to relax your eyes for a second.

“we can worry about it tomorrow. you’re too comfortable.” he chuckled softly as you felt his breath on your neck, he lifted the cover and put it over your bodies, as the warmth suddenly took over the both of you. “i’m sorry.” niki mumbled, which kind of confused you-

“sorry for what ki?” you tilt your head, he sighed and lifted himself up, sitting in front of you, you sat up against the backboard watching his facial expressions, waiting for his response on why he apologized out of the blue.

he sighed and fidgeted with his ring, “i’m sorry for-“ he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to find the least cringiest way to say this. “i’m sorry for never being home anymore.” he bit his lip and looked up at you, you stared at him with sadness in your eyes,

“ki..” you leaned towards him, grabbing both of his hands, “it’s not your fault love- you’re busy, i’m busy. it’ll happen, but i promise we will have quality time with each other sooner or later.” you smiled softly, he stared into your eyes with so much love.

niki never showed this side. not even to his members, not even to his fans.

only you made him feel this way.

“are you sure?” he raised a eyebrow, “i’m positive. no matter how busy we are- i’ll wait for you.” you nod your head softly and his face relaxes, his eyes softened as he pulled you into his embrace by holding your face so gently, pressing his lips against yours softly, you both pulled away and smiled at each other. you loved this boy more than he knew.

he then pulled you onto his chest as he laid down caressing your hair, “god- i love you y/n.” he sighed.

“i love you more ki.”

#enhypen #niki enhypen #nishimura riki #riki nishimura x reader #nishimura riki fluff #enhypen fluff #niki x reader #mae’s works —!

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maidragoste · 5 months

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Promises

THG AU

Victor!Aegon II Targaryen x Victor!Reader

Summary: President Snow announces that in the next Quarter Quell, the tributes will be reaped from among the victors.

Logically I should have posted the Jace games first but it's been a while since I posted anything about Aegon and I was excited haha

Edit: The first chapter of the Jace games is now available.

Likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated. Please, if you enjoyed this reading, let me know in the comments or in my inbox, that always motivates me to continue writing 💖💖

My inbox is open so I'm always willing to read your headcanons, opinions and answer your questions.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

You were in the house of Viserys Targaryen like the rest of the victors from your district. Of course, you had to drag Aegon's drunk ass out of his house and bring him here first. Everyone was waiting for the broadcast about the seventy-five Hunger Games. All the Hunger Games were bloody but this year was the third quarter quell and in each quarter quell they modified the rules with the purpose of making the games even more brutal and more difficult to win. In the last quarter quell instead of sending two tributes per district they sent four so you couldn't even imagine what they planned to do now.

You locked eyes with Rhaenyra as you heard her father laugh at his own joke. She, like you, seemed to be anxious about the announcement because she kept spinning her rings.

“That's enough,” you said when you heard Alicent, Aegon's mother and Viserys' wife, sigh for the fifth time when she saw that her son wouldn't stop drinking. You tried to take the bottle from him but he slapped you and looked at you annoyed. Rhaenyra was ready to intervene but you waved her hand at her telling her you could handle it. “At least you can share a little,” you complained.

Aegon looked at you suspiciously. It wouldn't be the first time that you asked him to share his alcohol with you and then didn't return the bottle or in any case threw away all its contents. He groaned as he watched you pout before handing you the bottle. You smiled at him making a small smile appear on his face. Even so, he watched you carefully as you drank his whiskey, when he thought it was enough he abruptly took the bottle from you, causing the liquid to drip onto your chin. He laughed at your annoyed look as you wiped yourself with your hand. Rhaenyra shook her head at their foolishness.

President Snow finally appeared on the screen. Aegon's laughter stopped as did the conversation between Daemon, Viserys, and Harrold. At first, there was nothing out of the ordinary, as every year he talked about the uprising against the Capitol and how significant the games were until…

"On the 75th anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that even the strongest among them cannot overcome the power of the Capitol"You didn't know why but you couldn't help but get tense, you felt your stomach drop, you tried to calm by telling yourself that surely it was just the drink you had that was bad for you and you leaned back from the couch, listening even more attentively to the speech. "the male and female tributes will be reaped from their existing pool of victors."

You heard Alicent's screams. You watched as Rhaenyra got up from the couch and left the house. You flinched at the sound of breaking glass. The president's voice was no longer heard and the smell of whiskey filled the place. Aegon was no longer next to you, he found himself banging his head against the wall as he screamed. You felt like your heart was going a mile a second. You had a lump in your throat and your chest hurt and all you wanted to do was join in the screaming and smash things but that wouldn't help. Aegon needed you, Aemond and Daeron were busy trying to calm their mother down while Viserys carried a frightened Helaena to her room and Harrold along with Willis was trying to stop Daemon from destroying the kitchen as he had done with the vases in the living room.

You stood up and didn't bother to dodge the glass as you walked towards the youngest male victor in your district. You tugged at the back of his shirt, managing to move him away from the wall for a brief moment.

“Aegon! Stop” you shouted in a broken voice as you saw her hit herself again.

Hearing your voice like that Aegon turned to see you. There was now a bloody gash on his forehead and his eyes were manic. For a brief moment you thought he would attack you but all he did was pull your body towards his and entice you into a tight hug.

“We can't go back. I can’t go back” You felt his body shake as he sobbed and your heart broke for him. You knew Aegon's head couldn't handle surviving another arena, he spends all his time drinking to stay groggy and avoid thinking about all the people he killed. Even most of the time he only managed to fall asleep after having been drinking non-stop. "I can not do it"

“You won't,” you promised, caressing his cheeks, your head already hatching a plan. District One has five living male victors: Viserys, Daemon, Aegon, Willis Fell, and Harrold Westerling. There were chances that Aegon's name wouldn't come up in the reaping but if it did then Daemon could offer himself as a tribute. He would do it if you volunteered in Rhaenyra's place and if you promised to help him keep his girlfriend from District Four alive.

“I can't lose you,” he said, resting his forehead against yours. Maybe he was lucky and his name didn't come up in the reaping but you had less chance. You and Rhaenyra were the only living victors in the district. If your name came up he knew his sister wouldn't show up as a tribute. She may not depend on being drunk to keep her calm but he had witnessed how she would sometimes wake up screaming and the dark circles under her eyes were evidence that she could sometimes go days without sleep.

And those words ended up destroying you. You started crying with him. You wanted to be strong but you couldn't. You didn't want to go back to the arena either, you were supposed to be free after winning the games, and you didn't want to kill again, much less people you know. You may not be friends with every victor but during these years as a mentor, you had at least spoken once with each one.

Your stomach twisted as you thought that maybe it was one of your friends who would finish you off. Would they be merciful and give you a not-so-painful death? You didn't believe it because you knew that the people in the Capitol liked the show, they got bored with a simple death, and they wanted to see blood. So if Arryk, Tyland Johanna, and Sabitha wanted to live they would have to put on a show to gain sponsors.

Perhaps the easiest thing would be to commit suicide in the games, you would bring dishonor to your district—you wouldn't be the first, people still didn't see Viserys as a true victor after having betrayed his cousin by killing her while she slept—but at least you wouldn't have to kill anyone. The president couldn't punish you, he had already taken away your loved ones after you refused to prostitute yourself and killed the one who was supposed to be your biggest sponsor, he had only wanted you to come out alive so he could obtain your body.

You could die by eating some poisonous bug, plant, or fruit like Jacaerys Strong and her district mate had tried to do at the last minute. Supposedly they had done it because they were in love and didn't dare to be in a world without each other but you were sure it was an act. You could come to believe that the girl is in love but the boy does not seem natural with every display of affection in public.

“It's not fair,” you whispered in disbelief when you realized that they were all being punished because of the last victors. They had done their act of rebellion by threatening to eat poisonous berries so that there would be no winner of the games after announcing that the rule that there could be two winners if they were part of the same district was revoked. “It's not fair,” you moved your hands away from Aegon's face for fear that in your state of fury, you might end up scratching him. “I want them dead.”

You were too deep in your head to notice Aegon looking at you in dismay. Tears didn't stop flowing from your eyes but there was no longer fear in them but fury and determination. You have the same look you had during your Hunger Games.

You may die in these hunger games but at least before you leave you would make sure to make the so-called lovers of District Twelve pay for ruining what little peace you and Aegon had. You would make them wish they had died in their games.

These days it seemed like all you felt was anger. Angry at President Snow, at the Capitol, at Jacaerys Strong, and the girl from Twelve. But right now the one you were angry at was Aegon. The day after the announcement about vassalage was made, all the victors agreed that they would train together and get in shape for these games. The only one who had continued training all these years was Daemon, so the rest had a lot to catch up on, especially Viserys and Harrold—because of their age—and Aegon—because of his alcoholism—so when it was about to be a week and the idiot still didn't leave his house, you got angry.

You entered his house with the key he gave you a year ago. You found him sleeping on the couch with several bottles, some empty and others still unopened, on his table. You bit the inside of your cheek to avoid waking him up by screaming. The best thing would be to take advantage of the fact that he was asleep to get rid of any alcohol that was in the house. You started by inspecting the entire house and ended up throwing the contents of two flasks that were in his bathroom, five bottles of whiskey that you found in his room, and five bottles of vodka in his kitchen, down the drain.

When Aegon woke up he found you putting the bottles that were on his table into a garbage bag. He rubbed his eyes tiredly and once his vision fully focused he slowly stood up. He walked towards you and he hugged you from behind. Feeling your body he tensed he left a kiss on the back of your neck hoping you would relax but instead, he earned a slap on his hands that were on your waist. The blonde grumbled and walked away from you, finally realizing your bad mood.

“Go take a bath” you ordered without looking at him and continuing with your cleaning task.

Aegon listened to you, of course, he left before grumbling, revealing his displeasure at your cold tone towards him, hoping that once he was clean you would let him hug you and kiss you. At the thought of having your sweet lips, he soon took a quick shower and didn't even bother to dry his hair well before coming down to meet you in the kitchen. I smile at you when I see that you have made him eggs and toasted him bread. Before eating he wanted to look for a bottle of vodka to accompany the meal but he found his shelf empty.

“No more alcohol,” you declared, making the blonde turn to look at you with a frown. “Don't even try, I got rid of everything” you said when you saw him opening another shelf.

“You have no right!” He reproached you, pointing his finger as he walked towards you. You didn't flinch at his angry look nor did you try to escape when he placed both of his hands on the table, leaving you caged between his body and the table.

“You told me you couldn't lose me” The man looked at you confused without understanding what this had to do with you taking away his alcohol “So I'm training and I'm trying hard for these games for you” You felt heat on your face because of what you were about to say, you weren't used to being so open with your feelings. “I want you to do the same for me. I want you to train with me and the rest of the victors. I want you to promise me that you will give everything you have to win these games because I can't lose you either, I couldn't bear to live without you” Your voice broke at the end and you closed your eyes.

You needed Aegon to promise you so you could be a little calmer, you had already spoken with Daemon and he accepted your deal but you were still afraid that he would betray you at the last minute, you needed to know that Aegon would not give up if he went to the arena.

Feeling his chest warm at your words Aegon grabbed you by the waist to bring you even closer to him and captured his lips with yours. It didn't take long for you to move your lips in tandem with him. While he got drunk with the sweetness of your lips and melted before your touch, he couldn't help but think that this was the way he wanted to spend his last days, by your side. He also wanted to hit his past self for not taking advantage of every moment he had with you. If only he had made the effort to be a decent man and become someone worthy of you he would have told you a long time ago that he loves you. But he didn't and he didn't want to tie you down to spending the rest of your life with a useless drunk so he kept his feelings to himself and settled for those shared nights.

A growl left his lips as you broke the kiss. He tried to kiss you again but you moved your face making him pout.

"Please, Aegon. I need you to train. I need you to try and fight for us."

He hated that look in your eyes. He could see the fear and sadness in them. And knowing that he was one of the reasons you were unhappy made him feel a pit in his stomach. He didn't like the idea of having to fight Daemon and obey his orders, but he would do it for you.

"I will do it, I promise"

Maybe later when he is crying and with sore muscles he would regret it but seeing how your eyes lit up and the bright smile you gave him he didn't believe that would happen.

"I love you" he finally confessed his feelings and smiled when he saw the surprise in your eyes "I love you. I love you. I love you" he repeated while he spread kisses all over your face.

A mixture of laughter and sobs escaped your lips. You were happy to know that he also felt the same as you, you had long wanted to hear those words, but your heart ached knowing that you would not be able to spend the rest of your life at Aegon's side. It was a bittersweet feeling.

"I love you too," you declared through tears.

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mytaiyakeylover · 1 year

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so precious.

synopsis: you’re finally ready for your first kiss, but shoto can’t seem to get the hint.

pairing: shoto todoroki x gn!reader

warnings: none. just fluff, fluff, and even more fluff! well…maybe just one minor curse word.

word count: 1k

Heterochromia eyes blinked in confusion at the lonely piece of paper lying on the desk. The words 'Kiss Note' were written in cursive across the blank space. There wasn’t much else written on it, aside from one single sentence that said, ‘If you can guess how many times I’ve tried to kiss you this week, I’ll give you a big surprise<3’ —(Y/n).

Shoto furrowed his eyebrows as he read the words. An invisible question mark seemed to hang above his head. The boy scanned the nearly empty classroom, hoping to find your familiar figure. It was still early in the morning, and only a few members of the Bakusquad and some other students were present.

Your desk appeared empty, leaving him confused as you were usually one of the first to arrive at school. His gaze then returned to the note, the invisible question mark still very much present. He just couldn't seem to comprehend the message you had written. Have you been trying to kiss him? The aspiring hero struggled to recall any such moments.

A sudden gust of wind softly blew against the shell of his ear, accompanied by a quiet “Boo.” The dual-haired boy blinked at the familiar voice as a pair of arms sneaked around his waist. Your chin rested on his broad shoulder, and Shoto could see a small pout on your face.

“(Y/n)-chan,” the boy spoke, tilting his head slightly downward to get a better look at your expression. ”I'm sorry, but I can't remember any attempts you made to kiss me.” You huffed at that, arms unwrapping themselves from his waist as you crossed them over your chest. Cheeks puffed out frustratedly, making you look like an angry chipmunk.

“Does this mean that I won't be getting a surprise?” The expression on your boyfriend's face showcased nothing but utter cluelessness, making him resemble a confused puppy dog. You couldn't even bring yourself to be angry with him because of how adorable he looked in that exact moment. Though he had never been one for surprises, it still made him feel somewhat disappointed that he would not be receiving one from you now.

Shoto will admit, he did notice that you had been acting rather strange these past few days. For example, that brief moment when you had applied lip balm after commenting on how dry your lips were. He didn’t think much of that, but then you asked him if he wanted to try it out himself — which he did — and you ended up pouting for several hours straight, refusing to even look at him. Back then, he simply thought that you did not like to share your things with him and meant that he should go and buy one himself.

Truth be told, he still failed to understand how that could be related to your kissing attempts.

Then there was that time when you had introduced him to a strange game that was called the ‘Pocky Game’, where two people were supposed to eat one Pocky from each end, and the first person whose mouth comes off the Pocky or the player that gets to the middle first loses. He had found it pretty odd at the time as he didn’t understand what the main purpose of it was. Neither did you give any further explanation.

You didn't get to see who would win because Mina suddenly interrupted, dragging you away while claiming that you had something serious to discuss. Now, as he recalled that moment, he could faintly remember your shouts at the pink girl, whining about how she had just "ruined everything" while Ashido sounded like she was laughing at something extremely hilarious.

Lastly, he remembered yesterday evening when you had been watching a romantic movie together. The main leads were sharing a passionate kiss, and Shoto could still remember the way you sighed while saying, “I wish someone would kiss me like that.”

Was that what you were trying to do? Trying to get him to kiss you? Then why didn’t you just ask him? Shoto wouldn’t mind kissing you. That’s what couples do, right? He would be happy to fulfill your wishes.

“(Y/n)-chan, are you trying to say that you want me to kiss you?” His words were so blunt, you couldn’t help but feel your cheeks heating up. You thought you heard some snickers and noticed more of your classmates entering the classroom. Mina sent you a cheeky grin and a thumbs up.

“Sho-chan,” you mumbled, hiding your now red face behind your hands. “You’re too precious, I swear...”

The dual-haired boy took a hold of your hands gently before removing them from your face. A faint pink hue dusting his cheekbones as he began to lean in. His lips were soft against yours. Warm, sweet and tender. It was relatively short, but for you, it felt like an eternity.

Hearts beating erratically within your rib cages, a stark contrast to the slow and sensual movements you were displaying. A part of you would like to continue, to never stop, and Shoto seemed to share your sentiment. He was such a good kisser, a part of you wondered if this really was his first time. He was just being so careful, like he was afraid to hurt you — were he to make any sudden movements. Treating you as if you were as fragile as glass.

However, the sweet and tender moment was short lived as a loud growl could be heard coming from behind, urging the both of you to finally break apart — albeit hesitantly. Then your eyes fell on a certain angry pomeranian who was thrashing around, while Sero, and Kirishima were struggling to hold back. A giggle escaped your lips as your (e/c) eyes made contact with his crimson. Right eye twitching he spoke in a low, irritated tone, “Get a room you damn extras.”

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detective-twinkachu · 9 months

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*Spider dancing seductively in front of the Recoms so the Sully kids can get away*

Recoms:?????

Lo'ak,hiding in the bushes with his siblings: Okay, let's go now!

Kiri, watching the performance with great amusement:In a bit.

Lo'ak:Kiri! Teyam grab Ki- NETEYAM!!

Neteyam, finally looking away from Spider: Wha- OH! Kiri NOW!

Kiri, being dragged away: Boo!

Tuk: Why is Spider shaking his butt???

[Meanwhile with the Recoms]

* A dollar bill flies at Spider*

Quaritch:Mansk!!!

Mansk:He deserved it.

Z-Dog:Where did you get a dollar???

Mansk: I have my ways.

Quaritch: My son?!?!?

Mansk: You should have been in his life more.

Mansk:And I support the arts.

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Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4.9k Tags/Content Warnings: SKK x F!Reader, Dom!Dazai, Sub!Chuuya, Sub!Reader, Voyeurism, Brief Alcohol Consumption, Brief Smoking, gun play, knife play, edging/teasing, Oral (F & M Receiving), Overstim, Gagging, Begging, Shotgunning (Smoke, Fluid) Okay... Here we go... First original post. I'm considering additional parts exploring this strange little... dynamic these silly little men have with you. Mind the tags, and away we go!

The two of you fell tangled through the door, your collar bunched in Chuuya’s fists. He kicked the door with his heel, and the resounding slam shook you loose of his lips with a breathless chuckle.

“Shhhhh! Chuuya! Someone’ll catch us!” You scolded in a stage whisper.

He leaned over you, hands roaming freely over your breasts, your ribs, your waist, your hips, all the way down to give your ass a hard squeeze, pulling you against him, his already hard cock straining against your thigh.

“Like I give a damn.” He says against your smiling lips, quickly arrested in a kiss.

You ran your hands over his shoulders as he shrugged out of his coat, and the two of you waltzed backward into the room in a clumsy tango. When you collided against the far wall, you managed to pry your body apart from his enough to get your fingers around his belt. The buckle yielded with an affirmative clink, his zipper following suit soon after. Your own remained untouched at the side seam of your skirt, Chuuya instead opting to hike the crisp black fabric up wholesale to get his access to your aching pussy.

You slung your leg over his hip and traced unintelligible patterns into the neatly starched fabric of his rapidly disheveling waistcoat. He palmed your breast, and your head thumped against the wall while he ground into you, teeth and tongue working your neck.

“Well, well, well…”

Your heart seized in your chest, Chuuya’s eyes went wide as he whirled around, fixing his fly but otherwise leaving his belt undone, “Dazai!”

Indeed, in the shadow of the doorway loomed Dazai, moonlight glinting copper in his eyes, a light smile curling his lips. You pulled your skirt down to cover yourself.

“Fraternizing between colleagues? And an executive, no less…” He tutted, “You darling, I can understand, but Chuuya… You should know better.” He brought his hand to his face, like his voice, dripping with drama.

You shrank into yourself as Dazai crossed the room. Chuuya, on the other hand, only scowled, untucked his cigarette case from his breast pocket, and took one between his lips. Dazai’s face darkened, and before Chuuya could even put away his lighter, Dazai had snatched the cigarette from his lips.

“Hey!”

“It’s rude to smoke in front of a lady.” He scolded. Only, he didn’t put it out or discard it. Instead, he took it between his own lips. The ember glowed cherry in the dark as he took a long drag and held it, snuffing the rest in an ashtray on the dresser. Dazai hooked a finger beneath Chuuya’s choker, his other hand taking his jaw. If you hadn’t known better, you would have believed Chuuya’s eyes softened, even glazed just a bit, as Dazai pulled his face to meet his; lips just shy of touching, before exhaling a rolling cloud of smoke onto his waiting tongue. Dazai’s hooked finger tugged firmly down, down, down until Chuuya sank to his knees, Dazai towering over him.

You twisted your legs together. You had never seen this side to Chuuya before. He looked completely lost to the world, but Dazai never let an eye off you.

“Like what you see, Darling?” he smirked.

Your face flushed, and you averted your eyes in a vain attempt to save face.

“Don’t be ashamed, sweetness, I’ve learned you can get Chuuya to do all kinds of amazing things.”

“Fuck you, Dazai…” Chuuya panted.

“Ohh..” Dazai whined in mock pity, and took Chuuya’s face in his hand again, “We’re getting to that. Now-”

He released all hold on Chuuya, and turned his attention to you, sweeping up your hand in his “Sweet Belladonna…” a kiss that was anything but chaste pressed to each knuckle, “Would you like me to show you his true potential?”

You were flabbergasted, quite honestly too stunned to speak. Here was Dazai, Osamu Dazai, who somehow waltzed into this room and the entire world bent around him, even, most astonishingly, Chuuya.

He huffed a small laugh at your silence, and took the initiative once again, pulling you against his chest.

“First of all, let’s put this back where it was…” His fingertips skimmed along the hem of your skirt, goosebumps raced along your thighs as he pulled the fabric up over your hips and ass. In his wanderings, his hands glanced along the delicate lace of your panties. Feigned shock lighted his face.

“Very nice…” He teased, flicking his thumb beneath the elastic. You squealed at the snap against your skin, but still you didn’t push him away. He squared his hands on your hips and turned you around to face Chuuya, who’s blue eyes shone silver to Dazai’s copper, flashing dangerously as he took in your body, and Dazai’s hands upon it.

“Then…” Dazai continued, pulling you backwards until his knees collided with the mattress. He pulled you both down so you were seated between his legs, back pressed against him. Before you knew it, his mouth was at the shell of your ear, chasing chills down your spine.

“Now here is where it gets very interesting…”

Chuuya’s eyes tracked Dazai’s bandaged hands from your hips, down your thighs, to the bend in your knees. He hooked his fingers featherlight beneath them, and pulled them apart, exposing your thinly clad cunt to the cool night air. Your breath hitched in your throat as you watched him, eyes glazed but trained so intently on the apex of your thighs, not daring to come closer, despite so desperately wanting to.

A cool touch picked up your right hand, laying it palm up in his;

“And this is where you say-” He curled his fingers, and yours with them, “‘Come, Chuuya…’”

Chuuya, coming vaguely to his senses, sucked his teeth and moved to rise.

“Ah, ah, ah…” You gasped as Dazai hummed the warning against your ear and released your hand only to point downwards.

He cut a withering glare at Dazai, but in time, Chuuya sank back to his knees and crawled across the floor to his place between your feet, gazing expectantly up at you.

“Now you say, ‘very good, Chuuya’...”

Much to your surprise, Chuuya, Chuuya Nakahara pouted.

“I don’t want to hear that from you…” He muttered.

Dazai only chuckled before he turned back to you, “And now what do you suppose you say, hmmm?”

Your heart raced in your chest, the wind thoroughly knocked out of you when you spoke, “Please?”

If he only chuckled before, his shoulders now shook with laughter, “No, no, Bella…” He brushed his knuckles softly against your cheek, “You are the boss, now. You ask for nothing.” He whispered, casting a sidelong glance at a scowling Chuuya; “Say ‘thank you’, Chuuya.”

Dazai’s hands hooked your legs again, and pulled them further apart. Chuuya was able to quickly shake off his glare as he shuffled forward and pressed his face to the lacey apex of your thighs. His eyes closed and he inhaled deeply, loosing a shuddering breath before he raised his hands and paused.

He appeared to gnaw his cheek for a moment, a light flush dusting his cheeks. Dazai said nothing.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, worried you had erred somehow.

“I want-” he started, only to reconsider his words, “May I… take off my gloves?” He finished, eyes sidecast and fixed firmly to the floor.

You looked at Dazai for assistance, only for him to shrug and nod back to Chuuya.

“You… may…”

He slowly, deliberately rolled each glove off, one after the other before he returned to his task. He skated his newly bare fingers over your ankles, your calves, over your knees and around your thighs before lighting so gingerly on the soaked through fabric covering your cunt. His thumbs kneaded the flesh, glancing agonizingly close to your clit, and drawing some oh so necessary friction over it.

At length, he hooked a thumb over the lace barrier, and pulled it to the side. Cold air lapped at you, as Chuuya drew a long exhale over your center. His eyes flicked up to you again to see you worrying over your lip, and that damn Dazai looking so fucking smug, before he let his tongue peek out over his lips, closing them over your clit.

You gasped, your back arched away from Dazai but he held you firm against him while Chuuya lapped at your clit, drew circuits and figure eights around your lips, your entrance and back. The sweet sounds of your sticky pussy and gasping breath echoed into the night. It wasn’t long until your head rolled back to rest on Dazai’s shoulder, which he allowed himself to take some advantage of by sparing playful nibbles on your neck while he skirted his way up to cup your breasts, his cock granite hard and twitching against your back while Chuuya eddied you torturously closer to orgasm.

“Hmmm, you two are lucky I caught up to you when I did…” He mused idly, his hand relinquishing your breast to reach between you two to adjust himself.

“After all, if anyone else had found two people sneaking around a secure area like this, they might get a little nervous…” You dismissed his rambling, too lost in bucking your hips to grind on Chuuya’s tongue.

“And you know, some folks here, they can get a little…” You stilled as the cool edge of metal pressed to your temple, “trigger happy.”

Chuuya’s eyes flashed wide, “What the fuck, Dazai!”

“Oh hush, Chuuya.” Dazai chastised, free fingers flying out to entwine in autumn tresses, yanking his face back to your twitching cunt. “It’s rude to talk with your mouth full. Besides… I think she likes it, don’t you, belladonna? Oh come on, say you do?” He pleaded.

Your attention fractured, split between Chuuya’s tentative licks at your most sensitive spots, eyes still trained on the gun to your head, and, well, then there was that…

“Ah, I see…” He hummed, removing the offending article, but before you could relax completely, you heard the hammer click back and saw the barrel extend out in front of you.

“Say you like it, or I’ll make him stop.” He said icily against your ear.

All at once, you were a whirlwind of feeling, your gut dropped, your heart thrummed, but still your cunt tightened as Chuuya continued haphazardly servicing your slit.

“O-okay!” You yelp, “I do! I like it, Dazai!”

Just then, without knowing what combination of the circumstances in which you found yourself led to this, your entire body seized up around Chuuya’s tongue. Your legs clamped over his ears and drew him impossibly closer to you until he could do little more than suck your keening clit until your muscles shook and ached with effort.

This seemed satisfactory to Dazai, because quickly thereafter the pistol disappeared from your field of view.

“Wow…” He purred, you could feel his smile curl against your skin as you gasped for breath, “I was only foolin’, but I think you really did like it… Ha! And they call me sick…” His arms wound around your shoulders and your waist while he nuzzled your neck.

Chuuya rested his hands on your thighs and scowled up at Dazai, “You knew, didn’t you?”

Dazai had the nerve to look hurt at the accusation, “And lucky I did, too!” He said, lithely dismounting from the bed to meander to the dresser behind Chuuya, “You two are hopeless when it comes to discretion.” Dazai busied himself with the decanter which glistered crystalline in the moonlight.

“You should really be thanking me…”

Chuuya whirled at that, “Thanking you?! For what?”

Dazai chuckled darkly, “Oh, you will…” His voice was low with an edge to it that seemed to hush even Chuuya into a cautious, but expectant silence.

Dazai’s heels click… click… clicked against the floor, decanter in hand. He stopped in front of Chuuya whose lips were still slick with you, and uncorked the decanter with a squeaking pop. A crooked finger beneath Chuuya’s chin raised his gaze up to Dazai.

“For you…” The one and only warning Chuuya received before the dark liquor came waterfalling out of the crystalware, dribbling into Chuuya’s mouth gracelessly. He spluttered and coughed at the burning liquid invading his throat, using the sleeve of his shirt to wipe away what had escaped out the sides of his mouth and down his chin.

No sooner than he could breathe again, Chuuya found his chin once again hooked over Dazai’s knuckle. Another cutting glare until he spoke again;

“For her…” He canted the bottle in your direction, this time pressing his thumb to Chuuya’s bottom lip as an instruction to open.

The amber liquid flowed into Chuuya’s mouth again, this time with more decorum. Just shy of exceeding the amount that Chuuya could hold in his mouth, Dazai halted the flow and capped the decanter, gesturing once again toward you, before turning away to replace the bottle on the table.

You watched Chuuya, knowing better than he had before, crawl his way up your body. He used one arm to hike your leg over his hip, and his free hand to press you reverently into the mattress. Once there, he caged you in on either side, with his thumb he swiped away an errant curl from your face, before stooping low as though for a kiss.

When you opened your lips to grant him passage, warm, golden liquid spilled from his mouth to yours. It scalded the back of your throat as you drank it down, gulp by gulp, until your lips parted, a shining thread still connecting the two of you.

“Chuuya…” you cooed, pitching your hips up to even just graze his weeping erection. He hissed, and buried his face in the crook of your neck.

“The fuck are you doing to me, doll…”

In the distance, you heard a cheerful hum, something to the tune of ‘Memory’.

Chuuya heaved a long-suffering sigh, then busied himself with gnawing at your neck. You reached between you, once again flicking open the button of his pants, slowly undoing his fly, and reaching in to palm his wrought iron cock, to the response of a breathy groan against your neck as he ground into the touch.

“Please, Chuuya… Need you so bad…” Damn what Dazai says, you thought, you two know yourselves better than he does, right?

Chuuya wasted no time shuffling his pants down enough for his cock to spring free. He laid it against your still dripping cunt, hot like a brand. One thing that was different with Dazai here, Chuuya never loved you this slowly before. He thrust against you, relishing the friction once, twice, and on the third stroke he sank himself into your waiting heat. Your pussy sucked him greedily in, which knocked the wind right from his lungs.

He pushed himself off the mattress to look at you, arms and shoulders trembling with effort as he took you in. He pressed into you again, and again, and again. Eventually, he captured your lips in a hungry kiss, tongue skimming the roof of your mouth, melding with yours, before sucking your bottom lip between his teeth. In one movement, he snatched up your wrists in either hand, pinning them to the mattress as he bullied into your cunt over and over.

His grip tightened around your wrists, vicelike, bruising.

“Ch-Chuuya!” you stammered around his thrusting cock, “You’re h-hurting me!”

“Don’t. Stop.” Dazai commanded, unseen.

And like he had no other choice, Chuuya slammed into you like a crashing tide, pinning you to the bed as he loomed over you, sweat slicked, panting and animal.

Soon, like you had no other choice, your legs snapped around him, your breath came ragged and whining as he ground you down into his shape, made to receive only him.

“M’gonna…” He gritted through his teeth.

“Yeah” You agreed, the feeling of your own release ricocheting off him.

His face once again sunk down to your shoulder, and a loud groan fell from his lips as he peaked shortly after you. Your breaths mingled, and at length the two of you relaxed into each other.

Before you could fully recover, the sound of a slow applause resounded about the room.

“Very nice…” Dazai crooned.

Much to your chagrin, Chuuya rolled off of you to look Dazai in the face, but Dazai wasn’t looking at Chuuya. He was looking at you.

“You put on a good show, Bella… Come, sit in my lap.” He said, patting his thigh softly as he reclined in the ornate chair he had pulled from beneath the window.

You sat up, skirt pushed well over your waist, and moved to stand. Chuuya’s hand captured your wrist,

“You don’t have to do what he says…” He tells you.

“Why don’t you let her decide that, Chuu-ya?” Dazai sing-songed from his seat.

“It’s okay, Chuuya…” You whispered, smiling blearily before turning to meet Dazai.

You’d only gotten within arms reach before he snatched up your arm and spun you around, “Yeah, it’s okay, isn’t it Chuuya?” He called, mocking, before raising you wrist to inspect it.

“I swear to god, if you hurt her, Dazai…”

“What, like I’d hurt you, Chuuya?” He smirked against the blossoming bruise on your skin, “I think you’ve got that well in hand, don’t you.”

Chuuya blushed, actually blushed as Dazai pressed light kisses against your skin.

“I think it’s high time these came off…” He continued, unzipping your skirt, and pulling it with your panties unceremoniously to the floor. Left exposed, you tried to pinch your legs together just out of sheer embarrassment, as though you hadn’t just been licked and fucked within an inch of your life while a most unexpected guest watched. Behind you, Dazai tutted again.

“No no, sweetness, that won’t do… Can’t hide how beautiful you are, now can we?” He chided, before he shoved his leg between yours, both forcing them apart and throwing you off balance until you straddled his thigh.

Dazai pushed up on the ball of his foot to grind his knee into your clit. You tossed your head back with a gasp as he wound his arms about your middle like a python, pulling you hard against him, so he could nuzzle the hollow of your ear.

“Hasty, isn’t he?” he purred. You only whined as you tried to cant your hips into his thigh to feel just an ounce of friction again.

“Some people just don’t know…” long fingers trailed over each of your buttons until your now rumpled dress shirt fell open, “how good slow can be…”

He deftly undid the clasp of your bra and slid both articles off your shoulders, The night air raised goosebumps over your whole body. Even colder hands skated up your tummy to pluck at your purled nipples while Chuuya watched, your gasps and whining moans rousing his cock each passing second.

“Oh how I’d tease him to tears…” He recalled. “I could do that for you, if you’d like…”

One set of fingers trailed down, down, down just where you’d need them to be. They pet at your clit, swirling featherlight over it. The nerves there sang, pitch driving higher and higher until just as you’re about to reach the zenith.

Smack.

You yelped as a cold hand landed a sharp slap over your cunt. Again, he toyed with you, playing with your nipples, nibbling your neck and ears, thumbing over your clit until you’re just about to cum, and…

Smack.

The aftershock of your denied release rolled through you, your muscles tensed and ached and rebelled, choking a strained groan from your throat.

“Oh, what’s the matter, Belladonna?” He cooed, his iron grip around your middle barring you from the delicious friction of his thigh, your impatient grunts and whining availing nothing to you.

“Such a greedy little thing…” He continued, “Already two orgasms from Chuuya, and you want another from me?” He chuckled as you whined and struggled against him, meanwhile Chuuya sank off the bed onto the floor to watch you, pale fingers raking desperately through velvet tresses in a feeble effort to contain himself.

“Oh darling, you’ll have to work for that.” He kissed the hollow behind your ear, “Go on, pretty, give him a show…” He said, both hands dropping to your hips, canting them forward until your clit rubbed sweetly against his trousers. You shuddered and groaned, and he pitched your hips back to start again.

After a few strokes, you found your own rhythm grinding against his thigh. You unclasped your hands in favor of supporting yourself on Dazai’s knee, heavily lidded eyes lighting on Chuuya, cunt twitching at the far-off look he had watching you work yourself up.

“Isn’t she pretty, Chuuya?” you heard.

“Mm…” He murmured in dazed reply.

You couldn’t see the way Dazai rolled his eyes behind you, before tucking into his jacket and pulling out a thin blade of shining metal. Some of the light came back into Chuuya’s eyes.

“I said…” Long fingers knotted through the hair at the nape of your neck, and forced you to look skyward, “Isn’t she pretty?”

You yelped again, and where you had previously been aching, burning, like your skin was too tight to contain your body, cold metal prickled your skin.

“You should really be more careful where you keep these, Chuuya… I know you like to keep them…” You hissed as the cutting edge of the blade bit into the delicate skin of your neck. “...sharp.”

“Dazai, you fucker, I’ll-!” Chuuya did his best to scramble to his feet, only to be met with a booted heel to his shoulder.

“You’ll what?” Dazai said darkly, more of a challenge than a question. WIth barely more than a glance, he directed Chuuya’s attention to where you met his thigh. You were soaked, pussy positively drooling over Dazai’s thigh if the rapidly spreading dark spot was anything to go by.

Dazai’s lips quirked up as he, in time, removed the knife, pressing the tip against his tongue before taking the whole blade end into his mouth, pulling it out clean.

“You found a real freak, Chuuya…” He licked a long stripe along your neck to clear the dribbling blood from your cut, “Maybe I’ll keep her…” He grinned, winding his arms tightly around you again.

Chuuya opened his mouth to reply, but was soon interrupted.

“D-Dazai…” You whined.

“Hmmm?”

“Wanna… cum…” You panted in his ear. Your body ached with need, your legs trembled you could have climaxed just from the rolling chuckle he lilted into your ear.

“Of course you do, sweet thing.” He said with a kiss against your jaw, free hand tucking some hair behind your ear.

Your eyes flew open when those fingers twisted in your hair again, forcing you down to your knees as he stood without warning.

“However, I hardly think that’s fair, considering poor Chuuya has worked so hard to make you feel good, and you’ve done next to nothing!”

You winced away from his grip against your scalp, but he held firm as he crouched to speak in your ear again,

“Perhaps if you try returning the favor, maybe I’ll consider it.” He spat venomously, letting go of your hair, and disappearing from your sight.

Despite the scathing words, your mind swam on a numbing sea, leaving you with no thoughts outside of the humming in your blood and the ache between your legs.

Your skin sparked at the sensation of a ridged leather sole between your shoulder blades, forcing you forward into a near kowtow between Chuuya’s knees.

“Maybe I didn’t make myself clear.” He hissed. “Suck.”

You sighed as though in relief, like you were granted a great boon, and leapt forward to take his flushed cock in hand.

Your eyes swam up to meet his, just as bewildered and mystified as your own as he watched your tongue loll from your mouth, and lick a white hot stripe up the underside of his cock. His surprised moan tumbled from his lips as he carded his fingers through your hair, gentle and delicate compared to Dazai’s biting grip.

Chills raced up and down your back as he swept up your cascading curls into his fist while you took him from tip to base into your throat. Eyes fixed on his face, so pretty in the white gold light filtering through the window, you swallowed around his dick. He hissed sharply and another groan choked forth from his throat.

“Oh, you can do better than that.” Dazai chided, the last thing you heard before a second hand forced you further down his cock. Chuuya threw his head back with a strangled gasp as you gagged around him, tears rolling down your cheeks. You planted your hands to either side of Chuuya’s hips, thumbs fisted in your palms while you struggled to take him all.

“Dazai…” Chuuya breathed, “please…”

Dazai only hummed in reply, twirling his russet hair between his fingers as Chuuya yielded himself to the sensation of you, kicking his feet and bucking into your throat until white ribbons painted the inside of your mouth.

“Don’t waste it, Bella…”

And you didn’t, wouldn’t dare, swallowing every drop of what Chuuya had to give until Dazai let you off his cock, spluttering, coughing and gasping through your spit slick lips. When you started to catch your breath, a cold hand cupped your chin and pulled you to look into deep dark eyes.

“You’ve done very well, sweetness.” A wan smile painted your lips at his praise, “I think she’s earned her reward, don’t you, Chuuya?” Chuuya said nothing while Dazai trailed a hand between your legs to pinch your clit, eliciting another wanton moan from your lips, which devolved into one of protest when Dazai removed his hand. You weren’t sure how much more teasing you could take.

Dazai , however, quickly dismissed your concerns, “Go on, take your prize then.” He said, glancing once down to Chuuya. Your gaze flitted from him, back to Dazai, and then hungrily back to Chuuya again as you clambered up his body and positioned yourself over his hips.

“Wait…” He slurred, propping himself up onto one elbow, “Hold on a sec- ah!” Chuuya keened as you slotted him at your dripping slit, and rode slowly over him, feeling him growing hard beneath you, spreading delicious warmth over your needy clit.

“Baby…” he pleaded, “I can’t…”

“He can.” Dazai assured.

You threw your arms around Chuuya’s neck, your breasts pressed to his chest. You couldn’t help but marvel at him, flushed, panting, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, yet another one of his facets that Dazai’s chosen to reveal to you tonight. When his hazy eyes landed on yours, polished with tears, alcohol, the moment, you found your mouth landing on his, swallowing his moans, sucking on his tongue as you ground in circles on his cock.

His hands flew to your hips, slender fingers gripping the fat of your ass, pulling you on top of him. He tried to hold you still, but the more you wound around him, the less control he had over his hips pistoning in and out of you, a chorus unbridled moans tumbling from his kiss-bitten lips.

In the end, you collided in ribbons of color, your body overwound and his undone, and you both came with trembling gasps as you held tightly to one another, a sheen of sweat setting your skin aglow.

“Perfect.” Dazai whispered.

From where he was standing, you couldn’t tell if he was looking at you or at Chuuya. Maybe both, maybe it didn’t matter. When you heard the echo of Dazai’s footsteps, you shook yourself out of your suspension.

“W-wait!” You called hoarsly. He stopped. Chuuya’s arms wound around your waist to hold you to him, but still you reached for Dazai;

“What about you?”

He tossed a look over his shoulder, an exasperated smile playing on his lips before he turned back on his heel and crouched in front of you.

“And what about me, Belladonna? Hmm?” A long finger idled with a strand of your hair, caressed your cheek.

“You- I mean… You didn’t…” Why were you suddenly so embarrassed? Like he didn’t just watch you and Chuuya come apart in his hands, taken apart like instruments, only he wasn’t the player here, he was the conductor, directing the tempo, crescendos and arpeggios into a beautiful symphony. A perfect masterpiece.

Dazai smiled wistfully at you, a touch of sincerity opening up on his face, in his eyes. He took your chin between his fingers, and pressed a lingering, chaste kiss to your lips.

“Something to look forward to.” He smirked, and took his hand over to Chuuya to tuck a stray lock behind his ear, before returning to his exit, sans encore.

“Dazai…” Chuuya grumbled, but before he could get another word out, Dazai spoke, a finger to his lips and a mischievous glint in his eye;

“Don’t worry, Chuuya… Your secret is safe with me.”

And with a wink, he was gone, the echo of his statement sounding more like a threat than a promise.

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BEACH BOY! NISHIMURA RIKI

Summary: After relocating to a new house, you strike up a friendship with Riki, a local beach boy. When you decide to visit him at the beach, everything seems pleasant until Riki enthusiastically suggests swimming together. Revealing a secret: You don’t know how to swim.

Pairing: Beach boy!Riki X Female!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warning: Drowning

Word count: 1.278 words

“You really miss me, huh?” Riki asked, sporting a smug expression. He playfully wiggled his eyebrows at you while toying with a scallop shell in his hand before he threw it away.

“Yeah, I do miss you,” you responded, mirroring his playful demeanor. The two of you swung side by side near the beach. A gentle breeze was enhanced as you accelerated your swing. “So... what will you do for today? Any plans?” you inquired.

He shook his head, gaze drifting towards the beach. “I don’t have any plans today.” Lie, his friends had been calling out to him from a distance for the past three minutes, but he just ignored them as if they were ghosts. You chuckled softly. “Really?” You subtly gestured toward his friends with a nod of your head. “What about them?”

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he replied, “Oh, just some fans trying to get my attention.” He waved dismissively in their direction, but his friends were persistent, their calls growing louder. “(Name),” he called, leaning closer to you. “How about we make our own plans?” he suggested, attempting to shift your focus away from the persistent calls and back to their conversation. You raised an eyebrow in intrigue. “And what did you have in mind?” you asked, intrigued by his spontaneous proposition.

Riki flashed a smile; he looked enthusiastic. “How about we swim together? It's a perfect day to swim,” he suggested. Your expression dropped; the suggestion was a nightmare for you. How could you muster the words to confess that you couldn't swim?

You slowed down your swing. “That's... a great idea! But... well, I can't.” As you scratched your head, you avoided eye contact with him. Riki furrowed his brows in confusion. “Why? Are you on your period?” he curiously asked at you, the smile on his face slowly fading away. “Ye—no. I'm not.” You bit her lip, unsure if you should tell him about it.

Riki stared at you for a moment, observing you closely, before he said, “You can't swim, can you?” A muffled laugh can be heard from him, making you turn your head in embarrassment. “Hey! Don't laugh!” You slapped his shoulder.

Warmth spreading across your cheeks, there’s an uneasy feeling where you wish you could disappear quickly. “Stop laughing, Riki!” you pleaded. The intensity of the moment was palpable as you tried to maintain your composure. “It’s not funny,” you continued, your voice tinged with a mix of frustration and vulnerability.

Riki took a deep breath, trying to suppress his laughter. “Sorry, it was actually kinda funny,” he admitted. When he finally stopped laughing, he gently patted your head, noticing the embarrassment you felt. “No need to be embarrassed, everyone was once unable to swim before learning.” He swore that he tried his best to make you feel better.

A sudden idea popped into his head. Standing up from his swing, Riki smiled confidently at you. “I’ll teach you how to swim.” You looked at him, eyebrows raised in surprise. “You’d teach me?” Affirming with a nod, Riki grasped the rope of your swing, bringing it to a halt. “Think of me as your personal swim instructor,” he said, exuding enthusiasm. You took a moment to think, you were hesitant at first, but his encouragement swayed you. Eventually, you nodded your head in agreement with his idea.

“Come on!” Riki quickly held your hand and dragged you towards the water. “Slow down, Ki!” You couldn’t help but giggle gleefully. The sight of Riki’s genuine enthusiasm to teach you how to swim sent a flutter through your stomach. Both of you waded into the water, the waves lapping at your feet. You felt a mixture of excitement and anticipation. “Don’t worry, I got you,” he said, looking at you with a smirk and splashing you lightly with the water.

“Just kick your legs, and you'll float like a fish,” he coached you, demonstrating a frog-like swimming motion with his hands as you waded deeper. “Wow, that’s really helpful,” you quipped sarcastically, breaking into laughter. Your height difference caused the water to only reach Riki's chest when it reached your neck, which scared you that you might drown. Yet, the exhilaration of the unfamiliar experience was unmistakable and the mischievous twinkle in Riki’s eyes only intensified the sense of excitement.

“Riki!” you started to grip on Riki’s shirt tightly, scared that you might be drowning in the water. “Easy, easy,” he reassured you gently while still keeping a playful tone. “Just take a deep breath and kick,” he coached you once more. He could feel your grip tighten on his shirt, almost pulling him down with you. “It’s okay.” He took your hands off his shirt so he could hold it. “Don't be so scared, it's just water,” he added jokingly, trying to keep you afloat. “And water can be deadly.” you flinched as you gave him a terrified glance.

“Deep breaths and keep kicking,” he reiterated, sensing your escalating anxiety through your tightening grasp. When you lost your balance, he kept you steady and reached out to support you. Trying to lighten up the situation, Riki imitated Dory’s famous lines from Finding Nemo, “Just keep swimming, swimming, swimming. What do we do? We swim, swim.” Initially puzzled, you soon recognized the reference. Chuckling, you eased up a bit. “I remember that part!” you exclaimed, resuming your leg movements.

Riki grinned, trying to maintain a lighthearted atmosphere. “So, if we're Dory, does that mean we should start speaking whale next?” he teased, making exaggerated whale noises. Laughing along, you responded, “Only if you promise to teach me the dialect.“ You imitated him, making whale noises.

With every stroke, the intimidating water has become less intimidating. Riki’s guidance and the playful banter made you forget your fears. Feeling more confident, you took a deep breath, allowing yourself to float for a moment.

“You know,” you said, looking at Riki with a newfound sense of excitement. “This isn’t as terrifying as I thought. In fact, it's quite exciting.” Riki smiled warmly, noticing the shift in your demeanor. “Told you there was nothing to worry about,” he said with a playful wink. Embracing the moment, he added, “Maybe I’ll challenge you to a race someday.” Both of you laughed, relishing the newfound joy of swimming and the bond that had grown stronger through the experience.

As the playful banter continued, a strong undercurrent suddenly caught you off guard. Before you could react, you found yourself being pulled under the water's surface. The joyful atmosphere quickly turned dire. Disorientation, struggle, and a lack of ability to find your way up caused panic to set in. “(Name)!” Riki's instincts kicked in, and he started to dive quickly. He desperately searching for you in the murky depths.

Heart pounding, Riki finally felt your hand and pulled you upwards, breaking the surface together. Coughing and gasping for air, you clung to Riki, both of you shaken by the close call. “That was so close,” Riki whispered, holding you close, relief evident in his eyes. The coldness of the water clinging to your skin and the salty taste lingering in your mouth, you could feel the rapid beat of your heart against your chest as your eyes tearing up.

He started walking back towards the shore while holding you tightly. “I’ve got you,” Riki murmured softly, his fingers tracing gentle circles on your back. The sounds of the waves crashing around you seemed distant as you focused on Riki’s reassuring presence. You sobbed like a child, hiding your face in the crook of his neck and mumbling, "I don't want to swim again.”

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janaknandini-singh999 · 3 months

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Meera Ke Prabhu Girdhar Naagar

Krishna looked on

As he had looked on when she had been given poison which turned to nectar when she offered it to him

As he had looked on when snakes were thrown at her but again she offered it to him like flowers and it turned into a garland

It was just his murti that looked on

But for Meera it was really him

How else would she be saved from death's grasp every time if it wasn't Krishna himself looking out for her?

She sang to him as she always did but tonight there was a sad undertone

She had had enough

Despite being the queen, she was constantly harassed by her devar

She remininsced about her husband who she respected. He let her do her duties and then spend the rest of the time in the temple of the Mahal with her beloved Krishna. But after his death, she was being tormented by his brother.

She folded her hands to Krishna's murti and then at the jauhar kund where her mother in law, the late Maharani, had done jauhar with thousands of other women when Akbar had attacked Chittorgarh

"Mother, not everyone can do what you did. Not even me. You held on to your honour till your very last breath. But jauhar is done by those when the invaders close in with their egos. What about those who are attacked by their own family? There is no such pratha that can save them. My husband, your son, was a benevolent king. But your other son.. If I commit Jauhar my image will be tarnished forever because there are no invaders. Jauhar is done by those who have no other hope, mother. But I have one." she turned to look at her Krishna with teary eyes

"The only element I'd let myself to be consumed by is him. My only hope since birth, to death, is him."

"Maharani" a daasi entered the temple and curtsied "I apologize for interrupting your prayers."

Meera didn't turn around but she closed her eyes and nodded as the tears rolled down

"Your highness, you really need to leave. He is on his way back to the palace. I can't see you-" she stopped herself as she was about to mention Meera's bruises and scars caused by her brother in law's abuse

It was a wonder indeed because when the daasi had seen them for the first time and pointed it out Meera had calmly replied that she didn't feel a thing because she was thinking of Krishna

"Why does your Krishna allow so much pain in your life?" the daasi's voice cracked on seeing her queen like this so she looked away

"No. Not a word against him. I would've been long dead if it weren't for him." Meera put a hand on her shoulder and smiled

"You should ask him to hold you with him forever, away from it all"

"Maharani!" A soldier came huffing and curtsied rigidly "Sincere apologies but they're on the horsebacks and can arrive any moment now."

Meera stood up hurriedly and collected her pooja samagri, dashing. But just at the gate, she stopped

"Does running away make me a coward?" She whispered

"No, maharani. You are going to your lord." the daasi said

"No no no wait! What about YOU ALL?" Meera's voice rose and suddenly an arrow whizzed past them

"DON'T worry about us, Maharani! Just GO PLEASE AAPKO SHRI KRISHN KI SAUGANDH!"

The soldier winced in pain as an arrow was shot again which lodged itself in his arm.

The daasi almost shrieked but carried him over and dragged him outside.

Meera saw a lover's spark between the two and despite the situation she smiled. She silently prayed to Krishna for their protection

And then she ran

She ran and ran and ran throughout the villages, the jungles, her feet and knees getting scraped, she went on for days without food or water and she ran

"I'm waiting, sakhi" a voice breathed in her ear

Finally she reached Dwarka and broke down at Dwarkadheesh's feet

A few days were spent in bliss as she became the poet she was meant to be

But not for long because they followed her even there

The time had come

She took a last, long breath in front of the murti

And closing her eyes, she folded her hands

"Swami. The world has never understood me. It has only given me agony until I met you. The only love I've ever felt is when I've thought of you. So I did. Until you became every thought of mine, written on every breath of mine. The only thing I've ever longed for is to be associated with you for as long as the kaal chakra goes on, my name be taken in the same breath as your name. But who am I? I'm not your lover who you'd playfully burst the maakhan matki of, I'm not your wife who you'd immediately, fiercely, desperately ride on your chariot to rescue. I'm not even a devotee like Hanuman ji who had the opportunity to be alive in the same yug to serve his God. Who am I to be yours? But where else am I to go? I can't survive in any place which isn't your heart.

The world has come to get me again so I come to you. And I won't breathe until I reach you"

She started walking to the murti, holding her hands out as alms

The tyrants were upon her now but suddenly they were dazzled by a bright light

And then a divine hand extended out to her, he smiled with tears streaming all the way as Meera immersed herself completely in Krishna

The light vanished. They opened their eyes again and were baffled to see Meera gone.

Except her dupatta that swayed peacefully from the side of the murti

Centuries later

"Mother! Whose is that?" a small voice pointed excitedly

The woman looked on and recognized Meerabai's dupatta

"The legendary poet bhakt of Krishna, child. Her name was Meerabai."

"Was she married to him?" curiosity sparked in her eyes

The woman thought for a bit. It wouldn't be that simple to explain to her little daughter the leelas of Shri Krishna with his many wives and lovers.

The girl looked at the murti now "Did they both love each other?"

"Yes" the woman answered, smiling

"Of course" her daughter nodded, completely satisfied "Just look at him! Who wouldn't fall in love with him?" as she laughed and swooned, swinging around a nearby pillar as Meerabai's dupatta swayed higher and touched the little girl's head

Meanwhile, Krishna grinned at the whole scene as Meera joined her, laying her head on his lap as she whispered

"It feels like I've waited for you since forever."

"I know, love. And I have, too. But I've been with you all the way. It broke my heart to see what they did to you." He kissed her forehead

"You are safe now" As he held on tight to her for eternity

Not just two lovers, but the union of two forms that go back to the same source to begin with. The river finally meeting the sea, the rain kissing the soil, incense embracing the ambience and far away just a besotted finally flying to the muse

Meera uniting with Krishna

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spacebarbarianweird · 4 months

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Hi! Firstly, wanted to say that your HC are so good! I really enjoyed ones about Gnome and Half-Ork Tav, they're so bittersweet and adorable, my heart melted while reading :') Thank you for your work! (⁠〃ﾟ⁠3ﾟ⁠〃⁠)💖

And secondly, can I please request HC for Astarion and Monk!Tav? I see this as a very interesting concept, especially considering that some monasteries practice celibacy. And knowing Astarion's initial plan, thoughts about their interactions become amusing.

Also I just adore monk class and it's a little bit sad to see it being one of less popular. ಥ⁠╭⁠╮⁠ಥ

Damn, the more I read about Monks, the more I loved them!

Astarion x Monk!Tav

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Headcanons

You didn't become a Monk by choice.

It was your attempt to run away from past mistakes, your only choice for salvation.

A criminal, a murderer no more!

You got a new name, a new role, a new home.

Your past was burnt along with your old clothes and you were reborn as someone new.

Tav the Monk, who follows the Way of the Open Hand.

You drowned your sorrows in strict discipline and training.

You can wear a thin tunic in the coldest winter and walk on burning coals.

The energy of ki flows through you, and your spirit is one with magic.

Your fists are the ultimate weapon, but you use them only to protect the weak and the poor.

You would love to spend your whole life in the monastery, but the Head Monk sent you away.

"It's not difficult to follow your principles in the monastery. You need to prove to yourself the world with its temptations won't drag you back to the darkness you originally came"

So, you left. A lonely traveler something between a Wizard and a Fighter, a dangerous enemy to meet.

And the world doesn't wait long to test your loyalty.

The moment you wake up in the pod, you crash it with your fist.

You do the same to all the pods, trying to save as many people as you can.

The tadpole in your brain tries to control but your mind is sharp and clear.

The parasite will never get you.

You are the most annoying in the camp. You force your companios to exercise and constanly control what they eat.

"Healthy mind in a healthy body!"

And you aren't the one to mess around.

You broke Astarion's hand when he tried to slice his throat and two ribs when he attempted to suck your blood.

"My hands are the ultimate weapon, don't mess with me, friend" you warn him.

But still, you give Astarion your blood. He needs it. You have it. So, you share.

But you warn him not to seduce you. Celibacy is one of the oaths you've given.

Which didn't save you from having a date night in the woods. Be it the tadpole, Astarion's charms, or your own dark desires. You don't know.

But you take a toll on yourself for breaking the rules.

In the meantime, Astarion gets closer to you - finally experiencing affection and love.

He confesses. And you forgive. You aren't angry at him.

But you almost break two more ribs of his when squeze him in your arms.

You've been to dark places. Your past was the same mess. But it doesn't matter now. He can make a choice, too.

You help Astarion kill his master.

"If your oath forbids you from having intimacy, I am okay with that."

But you shrug it away. "Celibacy" wasn't something bestowed upon you. You chose it because it was part of your own darkness.

Your body was given to so many people you lost count.

But, maybe, it isn't bad if you do it to someone you love.

You travel together post-game, searching for answers and testing your principles.

Of course, you've never insisted Astarion should become like you.

But he learned meditation techniques from you to deal with nightmares.

And some self-control tricks not to experience hunger all the time.

Upon return to the monastery, you asked the Head Monk for advice.

"Astarion will test your principles and beliefs till the end of your mortal life. Consider him your very own challenge," the old man laughs, hearing the whole story.

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poewriteslemon · 1 year

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there needs to be more kunikida smut in the world… maybe something between him and an ada!reader?

True!! I don't see enough Kunikida smut even though he's so hot 💔

Kunikida x ada!reader

Contents: headcanons, scenario that was meant to be short but I got carried away-, established relationship, fluff & smut, Dazai being Dazai, reader is g/n, blowjob, hair pulling, reader swallowing cum, Kunikida curses (let him say fuck!)

A/N: sorry this is all over the place! I was considering making Dazai interrupt the blowjob scene but that'll be for another fanfic ♡

NSFW warning!

You fell in love with him almost as soon as you started working in the ADA, this part was pretty obvious to everyone especially to Ranpo and Dazai who would sometimes tease you about it. What they didn't realize is that Kunikida had also started to like you back, and eventually the two of you started dating

Kunikida made it loud and clear that he does not want the others to find out so soon, and he especially doesn't want you to be touching him so much during work. He's in the office for a reason and he doesn't want you to think he's going to put it to the side just because you're dating

...But of course sometimes you get a little desperate and waiting hours for him to finish working just so he can fuck you seemed like absolutely torture to you

The solution? Give him head. He's become accustomed to having you between his legs and have his big cock inside your mouth during work hours, he was definetly not proud of this so he would only indulge when he's extremely stress and needs it. Other than that? You have to either masturbate in the bathrooms alone or wait until you both go home, not the best feeling but you can't really expect much out of such a workaholic like Kunikida

Always fucks you how you want, though he's not really into BSDM since sex is all about the intimate love, not lust. He'll still do it from time to time and use his notebook to create any toy and bondages for you

He's a very simple person, loves missionary the most since he gets to be close to your body and hear your beautiful moaning right next to his ear. When he's feeling more lustful though expect a lot of pushing you against a table and fucking you from behind

Kunikida is... a very punctual person, he'll write down the day hour and minute you two should have sex, he would even write the positions and everything- of course, this removes the fun of doing it in the moment so you've been trying to get him to lossen up a little and stop planning so much

This came with...various results. In one hand he would listen to you and try to just let his urges win instead of having to constantly put them under control, which meant you would get more time with him!

But on the other hand...he's not too great when he doesn't have a plan. He'll be more worried about messing up or hurting you so please reassure him that it's okay ♡

The sun was beginning to set, some of the detectives have already left to go home but Dazai, as usual, was bothering Kunikida to no end to the point that even you were starting to get annoyed by it. "Look Kunikida!" The brunette called out, showing a little origami bird he made with the paperwork he should be filling out, Kunikida glared at him for a second then back to his computer. "If you're going to be wasting time then go home already." Dazai dramatically pretends to be offended. "Aw cmon Kunikida-kun don't be like that!"

...no response.

You look to your partner and you could just feel his stress and irritation growing by the minute, he was typing more aggressively and was seconds away from strangling Dazai, but he tried to remain cool by ignoring him..

It did not work.

"Ku-ni-ki-da-kun~" Dazai sings as he shows a paper cutout that had the blonde's face drawn in it, and with that: Dazai was fucked. Kunikida slam shuts the computer and walks next to Dazai, the brunette now regretting just a little bothering him so much, Kunikida grabs him by the back of the collar and drags him out of the office, shutting the door to keep him away. "Kunikidaa!" He cries out but gets the silent treatment again. Dazai wanted to keep bothering him but better leave that for tomorrow, at least he has the perfect opportunity to leave work a bit early.

You awkwardly sit next to his chair, not knowing if speaking to him would be the greatest idea, but as his partner you should probably do something, right? He loudly sighs as he continues to work, clearly too annoyed to think straight. "Kunikida?" You quietly ask, he again sighs and turns his head to you, his expression softens but not enough to hide hoe tired he was. "Yes? Do you need something?" You shake your head no, placing your hand in his leg. "You should take a break and leave this for tomorrow, love" He quickly dismisses the idea and continues to work. "Absolutely not, besides I'm used to Dazai acting like that, I'll be fine." He said, you frown trying to think how to make him stop, and an idea strikes you almost immedietly.

You 'accidentally' dropped a pen that landed below Kunikida's desk, you tap his shoulder to grab his attention "Sorry but could you move your chair a little? I dropped my pen." He obliges but his hands are still on his computer, not realizing you've moved entirely under the desk.

You slowly moved your fingers over his thighs, making him gasp and look under the desk. "(Y/N)! Get out of there, now isn't the time for this!" He shouted, but you only smirked in response as you began to touch the zipper of his pants. "No one's around so whats the harm?" You plead with innocent eyes that contrasted your hands already removing his dick off his boxer. After more complaining from his part, he finally gives in and agrees, still working but stealing glances at your adorable face as you happily hum and start stroking his dick with both of your hands, he wasn't giving any reaction but he couldn't thank you enough for the help. He was soft considering this all happened so suddenly but you were confident that would change soon "I'll help you feel better, okay~?" With his other hand he gently puts it over your head, patting you as you did your business. You started to lick his cock as your hands picked up the pace, "Does it feel good?" You asked and he places his hand to your cheek reassuringly "You're doing great" You take that as a sign to go further, so you slowly started to suck on the tip, making him grunt, he could feel his focus slowly leave his mind.

You smirk and continue going deeper until you cant take anymore, you start bobbing your head up and down, your hands still stroking his now hardened and bigger cock. His shoulders finally manages to relax and he goes back to grab your hair, moaning quietly at every touch you give him. "Fuck..." He pulls your hair to make you go faster, you gag a little but keep his dick inside your drooling mouth with no complaints. You looked up to him with your eyes tearing up a little, he was ashamed to admit how hot you looked like this, but his cock twitching was enough evidence to tell you this. You pull out for a moment to breath again, your mouth wide open- this was for Kunikida but now you could feel yourself getting wet. "Kuni.." you moaned out but he pushes you back inside him, never letting go of your hair or slowing down his pace. His moaning is now louder as his breathing becomes uneven, "ah...fuck you feel so good.." He removes the buttons on his shirt and starts thrusting into your mouth, you put your hand on his cock so he wouldn't shove it all in and make you gag. Your moans are muffled by the lewd noises and Kunikida's own moans, the room was anything but silent at this point.

He thrusts into you harsher, his hand still making your head go faster, his moaning becomes desperate as he could feel a warm feeling take over his body "Shit- I'm going to cum..!" He let's go of your hair so he could cum on your face instead but you start bobbing your head even faster than before, your hands trailing below his shirt and into his warm body, he feels a shook down his entire body as he whimpers before moaning loudly and releasing his load inside your mouth. You moan as the thick liquids fill your entire mouth, it felt so good ♡

He takes a moment to calm down before cupping your face "Sorry I didn't mean to do it inside, you can spit it out" He gently says, but you open your mouth to reveal you had swallowed every drop of it "Too late for that Kuni~" He sighs and moves his chair back for you to stand up and clean up. "I think we should go home now." You nod in agreement, hopefully he'll touch you when you arrive as a thank you gift

#This was my first request so i hope you like it :)#i couldve made the last part more detailed but it was meant to be short so sorry about that!#i want to write for kunikida now- maybe ill get around to it soon!#bsd smut #bungou stray dogs smut #kunikida doppo smut #kunikida smut #smut #kunikida x reader #kunikida x y/n #i didnt really read over all of this super well so apologies for any typos or mistakes!

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pinkydevil16 · 1 year

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Can you please please write a jealous Aegon … maybe one where he is not ready to commit but sees the reader getting asked out / courted by someone else and gets jealous and commits

Y/n stood from Aegon's bed, her legs shaking slightly as she wrapped a sheet around her naked body, Aegon watching her with a smirk as she clung to a stop herself falling like a new born deer his ego inflating as he saw the bites and marks he left along her legs. She was branded as his as he hoped to deter the men at court from asking for her hand in marriage, he had been bedding her for almost a year now and his jealousy whenever she spoke to another had not stopped growing. Y/n popped her head out as she asked him to bring her a dress, Aegon shaking his head making her huff as she was forced to walk back to the bed naked, her breasts and inner thighs showing his markings. A smirk on his face as he dropped his hand to touch himself, watching how she quirked an eyebrows at him and rolled her eyes ignoring him as he moaned her name. Y/n moving towards him to kiss his hand, moving up until she met his lips feeling his hand against her as he groaned into the kiss.

"Stay." He whispered, his hand coming to pull her ontop of him, her arms caging him to the bed as she tried to stop herself crawling back to him.

"I cannot my prince, i must find a husband and i cannot find one in your bed." Aegon pouted as she moved away, his hand dropping his cock as he watched her dress and ready herself to leave.

"You do not need a husband, you are mine and you should do what your future King wishes and stay." He spoke with a huff sounding like a child who had their toy taken away, Y/n turning to him with a sad smile.

"Aegon, i must find a husband and bare his children. I cannot be your whore." Y/n left after her statement, Aegon scowling as he watched her leave upset she did not stay with him. He had called her his whore multiple times whilst fucking her, enjoying how she moaned and cried out at the name, and expressed he would not commit to her as he enjoyed fucking others but always came back to her afterwards.

Aegon watched Y/n as she spoke to a lower Lord, he did not care to learn his name but now he wanted his head on a silver platter to gift to Y/n. She laughed and touched him in the appropriate ways of a lady, small tells of wanting him which made Aegon's mind whirl and his rage to become more prominent. His patience finally broke as the Lord placed a kiss on the back of her hand, his eyes dropping to her cleavage where he knew she had hidden his markings and Aegon stood without thinking. Making his way towards Y/n as the Lord bowed and Y/n pretended she had only met Aegon in passing.

"My Ki-" Y/n was cut off as Aegon grabbed her arm, pulling her to him he kissed her deeply, leaving her dizzy as he pulled back. His eyes finding the lower Lord as he glared at him, making the lord scurry away.

"You are mine. You will always be mine and i am not allowing others to have you, if you desire a husband then i shall marry you. Tell me you are mine and i will give you the world." Y/n stared at him as he dragged her towards his chambers, passing his mother he stopped and whispered to her then continued his path with Y/n dragged behind him as she was too shocked to speak more. Slamming her against the door he held her face, pulling a ring off his own hand to place on hers.

"Tell me." He demanded, Y/n swallowing before speaking.

"I am yours My King." Aegon groaned, grinding his cock against her as he demanded she repeat it constantly.

#aegon targaryen x reader #aegon ii targaryen #aegon x reader #aegon ii #aegon ii smut #aegon ii x reader #aegon ii targaryen x reader #House of the dragon

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yelenassafeplace · 2 years

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In the closet? Seriously? | Derek Morgan x f!reader

Again sorry for my bad English, I’m French and still have a lot to learn. Anyway please do not translate or re upload this oneshot. Thank you.

Summary Derek is a pain in the ass at work and tease you at every opportunity he gets.

Warnings explicit content, daddy kink, dirty talk, spit kink, choking, one tit slap, dacryphilia, dom!Derek, sub!reader, Derek is a little mean during sexy time but that’s all, unprotected sex, creampie, sex at workplace, p in v, tell me if I should add more warnings

DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE -18

Working with your fiancé has never been an issue for you. You didn’t mind his closeness with Penelope, nor the fact that he sometimes had to go undercover and play a couple with the girls in the team when Hotch chose one of them instead of you.

What you do mind is that this tease of a man often provokes you during work. Never on the field, of course, but when you are at the B.A.U he’s never far from you.

There’s the little things and the ones that make others give you a knowing look he does that drives you mad. His hand brushing yours when you try to get something, the little glances he takes over your body; lingering on your naked legs when you decide to wear a skirt, the way he grab you by your hips to move you unnecessarily just a few feet away from your original position, the fact that he always have a hand on your lower back whenever the two of you are walking together because he can’t keep them to himself, the veins on his forearms when he flexes his muscles just because he knows how much you like it, his winks, his petty smile when he see you squeezing your legs together because he knows that he’s the one making you squirm in your chair like a teenager in heat. These, these are the little things.

The bigger ones he does are just torture to you. Exactly like what he’s doing right now.

Your jaw drop open as you look at Morgan manspreading in his sit, discretely bucking his hips upwards once to get you exactly where he wants you. You can’t help but bite your lip when you notice the growing bulge in his pants. A groan escape you as you see him smirk because he caught you staring.

You take your head in your hands, placing your elbows on the desk in front of you before closing your eyes to regain your concentration. Not even a minute after, you hear his seductive voice whisper in your ear as he massages your shoulders. “How you doin’ mama?” You sigh, wondering how you’re going to restrain yourself from jumping on him for 3 more hours before lunch break. “Not good since my very handsome man decided to tease me on our workplace again, knowing very well that we won’t be able to touch each other before we get home tonight. Are you trying to frustrate me? Because it’s working.” He chuckles and plant a kiss on your head before turning your chair around so you’re facing him. “Who said that we have to wait until we get home? Mh?” A frown settles on your features as confusion lace your mind. “I’m not pretending to be sick like last time. You know Hotch reads me like an open book.” He crouches down and place his arms on your half naked thighs before resting his chin on it. “That wasn’t what I was thinking about, babe.”

Okay, now you’re even more lost. “What were you thinking about then?” He smiles brightly at you and gets up before he takes your hand in his. “Nah, I’ll show you instead. C’mon, get up.” You look at the papers you’re supposed to return before your break and then at his begging face before giving up. “Okay fine… I’m coming.” You sigh as you let him drag you behind him. Reid seems like he’s going to say something when you pass in front of him, but he quickly abandons the idea when Morgan gives him his death glare.

After this encounter, your lover continue to lead you in the building before he stops in front of a door. “In the closet? Seriously ?” He shrugs and look around to see if there’s anyone before he drags you in and lock the door behind you. You chuckle heartedly as Morgan take you in a hug and kiss your neck softly. “You’re crazy. You know that?” He takes your head in his hands and kiss you lovingly. “You make me crazy.”

The kiss deepens as he grips your ass and lift you up. You wrap your legs around his waist and steady yourself by locking your arms behind his neck. You moan as he swirls his tongue around yours before he pins you to the closest wall. “Fuck… Why did you have to wear my favorite skirt? You know how difficult it is to hide a hard on in a room full of profilers?” Another moan escape you when he licks a stripe up your neck while pushing your skirt higher over your thighs. “I-I don’t know. But what I do know is that you would have gotten hard no matter what clothes I would've worn.” He bucks his hips into yours, rubbing his clothed bulge against your core. “You’re damn right, babygirl.” Your heartbeat fasten when you see him reach between your bodies to draw little circles on your clit. Even with your panties still on, the little friction drives you mad. “Please… Please don’t tease me daddy… I need to feel you inside of me” He groans at your choice of words and quickly unbuckle his belt before pulling his pants and boxers below his ass. “Ok, I won’t tease you, princess.” He pushes your panties to the side and rub his tip to your soaked pussy a few times before slamming his cock in your tight hole. You almost scream at the stretch, but he beats you to it and cover your mouth with his big hand. “Don’t be so loud, love. You wouldn’t want anyone to find out now, would you? Yeah… That’s what I thought.”

He pulls almost all the way out, leaving only the tip in, before he rams his dick back in you. Your eyes start to water and Derek lick the tears rolling down your face before he grabs your face by your cheeks and coo at you. “Aw, you’re crying baby? I barely even begun, and you’re already so fucking out of it? That’s pathetic.” You cry even harder as you try to voice an apology. “Open your mouth y/n.” You open your mouth wide and stick your tongue out, knowing exactly what he’s going to do. He spit in your mouth and you swallow it eagerly before he crashes his lips against yours. The kiss is so passionate that you’re sure it’s going to bruise your lips.

You don’t even feel him popping the buttons of your shirt open until he pulls your bra down and your tits bounce out of it. He takes a nipple in his mouth and suck it before releasing and slapping it. You wince at the pain but quickly forget it when he starts to rub your clit. “Fuuuck… Morgan I’m coming…imcomingimcomingimcoming !” Derek kiss you to shut you up as you unravel in his arms. Small white dots resembling stars appear behind your closed eyelids when he brings you over the edge and you get lost in the feeling. He doesn’t last long after you cum, since your grip on his cock gets even tighter. He moans as he shoots his load into your convulsing cunt.

You two stay entwined a few minutes, your breathing and heartbeats falling into sync as they finally slow down. Morgan pulls out gently and kiss you softly. “I hope I haven’t been too rough with you…” You smile and steal a kiss from him before you shake your head. “No. It was perfect.” A sigh of relief escape him as he puts you down. “Good.” You clean and dress yourself as best as you can with your trembling legs. Morgan notice it and laugh as if he didn’t just fuck your soul out of your body. “There’s no way they won’t notice that.” You glare at him and point your face with your finger. “You think they won’t notice that? My hair and makeup are ruined, I cried, you choked me. If they don’t understand that we fucked in here, they’re idiots.” He gets a tissue in a cabinet drawer near the door and help you get all your makeup off and fix your hair. “Right. Who do you think will understand first ?” You close the buttons of your shirt and fix your skirt. “Mmh… For the boys, I think it will be Rossi. And for the girls… Prentiss will probably notice it first.” He smiles at you and nod before taking your hand in his. “Well… Let’s find out.” You follow him out of the closet and pray that you’re not walking like a penguin.

You were right. Rossi and Prentiss did notice what happened first. Luckily for you, Hotch wasn’t there since he had taken the remaining of the day off to stay with Jack at home. But you did walk like a penguin.

Ugh. That was a close one.

End.

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eddsworld | tord/reader SFW alphabet

a/n:

I wrote Tord to try to be a mix of Legacy and OG Tord so hopefully, it pleases everyone (I know the fandom can be pretty divided when it comes to writing Tord).

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Tord is super affectionate, he goes out of his way to show you he loves you either by giving you small gifts from day to day or kissing you in public. He has no problem showing others how much he loves you.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Tord treats you like he treats his other friends, sure that means going out of his way to mess with you and get dragged into his “adventures” but hey? You live for the chaos, right?

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Always the cuddler, he rarely lets you hold him. He feels more at peace when he has you in his arms, as he can always protect you and keep you safe. He lays you against his chest while he presses soft kisses against your head while whispering Norwegian love words into your ears.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Tord really wants to settle down, of course, it will be a while into your relationship but if you want to get married and have a family by then? Hell yeah! He will help with the cooking and cleaning but is subpar at best, but he really will try for you.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

If Tord absolutely had to break up with you, he would do it in person. He would walk away afterward, not responding to your sobs and/or calls out to him, and walk in silence for the rest of his way home.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Tord is content when engaged, and he’s so happy to be your fiance. Tord is super about commitment, thinking it’s one of the most important things in your relationship so he is already committed from hell and back. Tord is fine with whatever pace you want, if you want to get married right away, he’s already booking the venue. If you want to give it time, no problem, just come to him when you’re ready.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Tord is gentle when you or he wants to be, which is crazy because to others he’s such a scary-looking guy. With you, however? He’s a big sweetheart, and he very much shows it with his actions and his words. You want cuddles? Arms are wide open for you. Had a long day? He’s whispering Norwegian phrases into your ear as he rubs your back in a soothing manner. Sure, he messes up sometimes and isn’t as gentle when he should be; but he always apologizes and makes it up to you.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Tord loves hugs, and he makes sure to hug you often. He loves to hug you from behind, slightly startling you as he laughs into the crook of your neck while pressing his lips along your flesh.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He’s the one to say it first, and it’s deep into your relationship I would say. He would say it in the heat of the moment during an argument after you blurted out the question “Why are you still here then Tord?!”, something along the lines of “Because I love you (Name), damn it all!” His voice cracking as he tries his best to stay together. Of course, you took him into your arms, mumbling “I love you too.”

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He gets super jealous, not too often but when he does he gets green with envy. Of course, he trusts you, it’s the people around you two he can’t trust to keep their grubby hands to themselves. He never blames you when other people look your way, although he will step in if the person doesn’t take the hint.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Tord’s kisses are messy, and he totally has so much fun giving you sloppy kisses and your reactions to them. He loves to kiss your lips and cheeks, leaving gross slobber marks behind as he chuckles. Although, every once in a while, he’ll be serious and give you long, sensual kisses on your lips as he holds your hands into his. As for where he likes to be kissed? He lives to be kissed by you, so kiss him anywhere you’d like!

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Tord is great around children he knows, like close family members and stuff like that. Other than that, he is extremely awkward around children and doesn’t know how to properly talk to them if they come up to him, “Sooooo… Kid, you like guns?” You had to quickly drag him away after that one. He longs to have children though if you want to as well.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings are usually slow-paced, either he gets up, gently smiling at your sleeping form while leaning down to lightly kiss your temple, and makes breakfast for the both of you or he wakes up with his arms still wrapped around you; daring to not let go as he doesn’t want to wake you up for your well-deserved sleep.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Imagine, Tord’s had a long day. He comes home straight to you and scoops you up into his arms, “Oh, min kjærlighet, I missed you.” Pressing a small kiss against your cheek as he softly laughs into your neck. You both cook dinner as you both stir up conversation while it simmers on the stove. Tord usually takes a shower (you’re more than welcome to join him, wink wink), and takes you into his arms once more as the both of you wind down on the couch, watching TV.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Tord has a bad habit of keeping things from you, and things about himself are no exception so he definitely waits to reveal things slowly. However, it is during your friendship is when he reveals things about himself. It’ll be little things during mundane situations at first, like telling you his likes and dislikes while you two are getting groceries or doing laundry.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Tord has his moments where he tends to have short bursts of anger like when someone talks back to him, but once he sees your face he can take a breath, walk away from the situation, and come back later to deal with it. If it’s between the both of you, he does the same and apologizes for being so angry.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers a good chunk of things you tell him, like he knows your favorite food and music tastes as well as the type of shampoo you use. The big stuff like anniversary dates he always remembers, like one time he remembered the day you first spoke to him, and sometimes he has to remind you of them.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

He loves to remember the time when he first took you out, especially your precious laugh at one of his lame jokes. He took you out to a local arcade, trying to impress you at one of the shooting games. Of course, you were promptly kicked out after he brought out real guns, (which earned another laugh from you, so he considers it a win anyway).

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Tord is protective, for sure. He tries to take you away from the situation as quickly as possible to explain to you what he’s feeling at that moment. This mostly happens when someone is flirting with you or you’re around someone who gives him creepy vibes. He puts his hand on your waist, scowling at the target of his anger as he walks away with you. Tord, like Edd, would find it comical if you tried to protect him. He would think it’s so cute you think he needs protecting.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

So much effort man. It’s one of the main things he uses to show he cares about you so much. Dates can be planned in advance, for example, one of your favorite authors was in town for a book signing and he even bought the newest book beforehand and set it on your bed with a big red bow and a tag saying ‘For min kjærlighet :)’. Anniversaries are planned weeks in advance, and with the help of his friends, he makes sure you’re having the best night possible. With everyday tasks, he’s with you 100 percent whether it be talking with you as you wipe down the counters or helping you clean the backyard.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Like I said, he has a bad habit of keeping things from you, and one of the most damning is his feelings. He refuses to let you in, and it comes off as him not trusting his feelings with you. It is like that at first but he doesn’t trust anyone with his feelings until he realizes you are there for all of him. Also, the smoking, if it bothers you he tries to cut back.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He mildly cares about his looks, he keeps up with his daily hygiene as well as wearing a cologne, maybe even putting on a bit of makeup and nail polish if he feels like it that day. He will always clean up for dates though.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

This man is lost without you, before you came into his life he knew something was missing and he went out to find it. Who knew it would lead to the most amazing person he ever met?

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

I could totally see Tord getting matching couple tattoos with you, of course, it will be a while into your relationship because it is such a huge commitment as it will be on your bodies for the rest of time. It would be something simple like yours and his initials in a heart.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Tord would not like someone who refuses to open up to him, ironic I know. He needs someone to be completely honest and open with him so he can work up to that point too.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

I see Tord training himself to be a light sleeper, he’s constantly alert for you and your safety and will wake up to the smallest sounds like a creak in the floorboards.

#not an #ask #eddsworld x reader #ew x reader #eddsworld #ew #eddsworld tord x reader #ew tord x reader #tord x reader #eddsworld tord #ew tord #tord

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treasure: five

synopsis: when y/n gets whooshed into an alternate universe, an adventure: one with pirates and monsters and much, much more

pairing: ot8! pirate ateez x fem! reader

genre: pirate au!!

!!warnings(per chapter)!! - [bellow cut!] no warnings I think? but of anyone thinks there should be please lmk!!

notes: hihi finally y'all are getting an update!! I decided to split this chapter in half so I can work on writing it a bit longer and so I can at least give you something to read since work is taking up a lot of my time so I apologise for the short chapter, I promise chpt 6 will be much longer and more fun hehe

word count: 1.1K (very short i'm so sorry-)

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previously:

his hands on your waist steadied you from the recoil

the glass had shattered!!.

“better?” he whispered

you nod

“thank you” you turn to look at him his hands still on your waist

he was so close..

you saw how his eyes looked into yours, how he took in a shaky breath

“y/n I..” he whispered

you both were so close that your noses where almost touching, that you could almost ki-

a loud terrifying shriek comes from the forest.

wooyoung's quick to grab the pistol from you and aim it in the direction the noise came from

“w-what was that!?” you ask trying to steady your breathing

“the beast” hongjoong said eyes bore into you both.

“beast?” you ask

hongjoong just nods as he too looks into the forest

“mmh didn't yeosang tell you?” he says

yeosang didn't tell you anything… though he did say it was dangerous, maybe that's what he meant.

“all he said was that it was dangerous here” you explained

hongjoong laughed

“aye. it's a dangerous beastie alright. however i don't think it'll be bothering us for now” he says eyes heavily studying the forest. he then turns to wooyoung.

“put the gun away. and both of you head back. eat and rest up.” he says to the pair of you

wooyoung lowers the gun. “and what about you captain?” he asks

“i've got something i need to take care of” he says and makes his way further down the beach.

you both watch him till he's nearly out if your sight.

wooyoung turns to you and hands you back the smaller pistol

“ere you should keep this one” he smiles to you and then gestures back to camp “lets go get somethin to eat before it's all gone”

...

you're all trudging through the forest, have been for a good few hours at most. surrounded by nature and the sounds of nature. from the way the trees creak from the wind to the birds chirping, nesting in them.

its peaceful without the thought of a ‘beast’... roaming these parts at the back of your mind.

you're dragged from your thoughts when you come to stop at a swamp like water, hongjoong who was at the front of the line wastes no time in dragging everyone through the water

the water came to about mid thigh and filled all your boots making them feel uncomfortable.

the water was made your feet feel numb and when you finally exited, the squelching of your wet boots was so uncomfortable. still you continued on.

you continued walking until you came to this weird run down looking house in the swamp with a few other shacks dotted about

you all walked up the steps to the door when hongjoong turned around and pointed to you

“ah. you stay out here” he says.

your eyebrows furrow

“what?”

“just stay out here” and then the eight of them pile into the house leaving you on the steps.

so you sit legs dangling above the water watching the little fish swim by in the water below. you don't know how long you've been sitting out here

you were bored out of your mind then a bright light flew in front of your face. a fairy!!

having been so bored out of your mind you decided to follow it. despite being told to stay.

you walked after the creature a little ways into the forest away from the house till it landed onto a low tree branch

placing one of your hands on the same branch you looked at the tiny creature.

it was small, adorned in green clothing with white hair. it smiled up at you placing its tiny hands on your finger-

“ouch” you pulled your hand away

“you bit me” you exclaim looking at the blood slowly seeping out from the little bite wound

“it's a pixie. little mischievous devils” a male voice laughs out

turning to the voice still holding your finger

San..

“here let me see your finger” he says walking closer to you taking your finger to examine it.

“it stings a bit” you tell the dark haired man with a pout.

“hmm i bet it does. the little rascals have pretty sharp teeth. you thought it was a fairy right?” he asks while cleaning the spot.

you nod.

“it's pretty easy to confuse the two. fairies are much sweeter though” he says with a smile as he wraps your finger with a small bandage. “there all done” he adds, dropping your finger.

you thank him.

“come on. the others are finished now we're gonna head back” he said placing his hand on your back.

and with that you follow him back to the house, everyone is standing back outside only there's a new face. a woman?.

“i'll join you tomorrow” she says to the captain then her eyes fall on you where she squints her eyes tilting her head to the side, then she smirks and walks back inside.

strange...

...

the woman from the shack in the forest has joined you all on the ship and has been with the crew for the past few days, you wonder why she's on board when the captains ideals with you a while ago were so negative.

you've asked the likes of San and Yeosang why she's here yet they all just brush it off saying it's 'something you don't need to worry about just now'

so you sit legs dangling over the edge of the ship as you watch the calm waves spread out over the vast ocean. all the work and ship maintenance done before supper

“you're not from ere are you?”

your head snaps in the direction. its her...

“is it that obvious?” you ask her

she lets out a laugh

“no. no i mean you're not form here. this world” she explains

your eyes widen. how does she know that- if anyone else was to find out who knows what would happen!?

she again lets out a small laugh.

“the sea knows many things y/n. now if you'll excuse me, I've to help the captain with something” and she walks away.

you're put on edge from her she wouldn't say anything to hongjoong right? maybe-

“y/n.. you okay?”

you turn to the voice, its seonghwa. you nod to his question.

“you look stressed, i was calling you to help with supper but maybe you should take the night away from helping, get some rest?” he says to which you immediately disagree. you have to help. it'll take your mind off things.

“we'll if you're sure..” seonghwa says and begins to move you both toward the kitchen with his hand on the small of your back.

...

at dinner you can't help but glance at the captain every once in a while hoping and praying he hasn't been told anything by that woman..

its a quiet dinner until the sound of a chair squeaking back catches everyone's attention.

hongjoong stands, placing his hands in the table, slightly leaning forward.

“I have some news I want to share” he says

your breath gets stuck in your throat. He doesn't know, does he??

“i have progress of our voyage for the Cromer.” he adds

everyone now gives him their full attention.

“thanks to sedna here, we have our heading. it'll be a long, dangerous journey but I know we as a team, a crew. can manage it!! we will get the cromer before they do”

a/n: hihi so again I apologise that this part was so so short, probably not the best chapter in the series so far.. I almost didn't want to post it when i saw how quick it is to scroll through it... you could probably even just class this chapter as a filler tbh..

so I promise the next chapter is much more fun anddddd said next chapter will be posted tonight sometime after 8pm BST (hopefully after I finish work) so if you'd like added to the taglist lmk! and I hope you enjoy!

#starrywooyo treasure #starrywooyo treasure series #ateez pirate au #ateez x reader #ateez series #hongjoong x reader #seonghwa x reader #yunho x reader #yeosang x reader #san x reader #mingi x reader #wooyoung x reader #jongho x reader #starrywooyo fics #starrywooyo #starrywooyo updates #filler chapter?

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