happy (very belated) Valentine’s Day, @the-awkward-outlaw ! i hope you enjoy this!
summary: Arthur Morgan has never been very good at talking about his thoughts and feelings. He finds it much easier to show them, and he hopes he’s doing it the right way.
Sunlight filtered delicately through the trees in the early morning. Birds chirped somewhere above, hidden among the flourishing summer canopy, a shadow dashing here and there between the branches. A squirrel scurried around roots on the forest floor, pausing only to dig at a spot and sniff before deciding it was fruitless and moving on.
You’ve gotten used to coexisting with the Nomu, and a plethora of other science projects, during your time as All For One’s woman. You’ve grown accustomed to the way they looked — often grotesque and lifeless beneath layers of bulging muscle — and the way they leered at anything before them. Their grunts and groans still unnerve you, particularly when they were left alone to supervise you, but you know they won’t kill you. Their master would never command such a thing; you were far too precious for him to destroy.
Your face is blank as the Nomu drags you back to your bedroom, where you had escaped from mere minutes ago. It had been foolish of you to believe he left the door unlocked absent-mindedly. On the other hand, if you hadn’t taken the initiative to flee, he would have mocked you for a wasted effort. Didn’t you want to go home? Had you been lying when you said you hated him? There’s no winning when it comes to the most devious piece of shit Japan has ever seen.
The creature enters its destination and leaves you in the centre. It doesn’t linger. When it shuts the door, you’re engulfed by darkness. There aren’t any windows down here. He doesn’t trust you enough to bring you outside, either. You can’t recall the last time you’ve seen real sunlight, or been able to tell what time it is from the sky, alone. The only light he permits you to have in this space is from an oil lamp, which he only ignites if he thinks you’ve been good enough to have the privilege of sight. After all, he knows you don’t necessarily need your eyes to thrive; he’s living proof of that fact.
You wrap your arms around yourself on the floor, not daring to get up. He’s due to address you any minute, now, and you’ve found him to be far more lenient when he thinks you look pathetic. You’ve lost everything since he took you away; what’s a bit of your pride, too?
As if on cue, the screen at the opposite end of the room flickers to life. Your head zips up to stare at the shadowy image. It’s your captor, for sure. He hasn’t shown you his face since he was gravely injured by All Might, many years ago. When he meets with you in person, he wears a heavy mask. He’s gotten to a point wherein life support is less necessary at all times; nevertheless, you can tell he isn’t as strong as he used to be. That means nothing to a civilian like you, though, who was only granted an anti-ageing quirk to ensure you live as long as your master. He’ll always be more powerful than you.
“Back, I see,” All For One purrs, and you can practically see that wide grin of his as he appraises you. “That didn’t take very long, did it?”
You purse your lips. You had been caught by one of his Nomus. He had sent the monster to your bedroom knowing you were going to run as soon as you discovered the door was unlocked. Foolish, foolish, foolish.
You sit up, getting onto your knees to give him a better view. You’re wearing a sundress he bought for you. It’s a bit too short, and it dips a bit too low, but it’s better than nothing at all. You either wear what he gives you, or walk around bare; there is no compromise. You hope seeing you in one of his favourite dresses will brighten his poor mood, if only slightly. Maybe he’ll be more inclined to be merciful if he thinks you’re pretty.
“And look what you did to your dress,” he chides, clicking his tongue softly.“Ruined.”
You gaze down at the garment. There’s dirt caking the front part, and grease staining the collar, from being tugged back here. You gulp. He doesn’t like messes.
“Honestly, what were you thinking, (f/n)? You’ve been so good lately. I’m shocked!”
He’s grinning. You can’t see, but you can tell that he’s most certainly wearing a smug expression. He’s not at all surprised; he knows you. Years have gone by, and you still don’t love him. He tried to manipulate you into thinking otherwise, though his efforts have been grossly unsuccessful. Stockholm syndrome be damned, you don’t think you’ll ever wish anything aside from death upon the villain.
“’m sorry,” you mumble, averting your eyes to truly sell your lie. “I… I shouldn’t have left.”
He pauses for a moment. The silence is deafening. Your ears ring loudly, filling the stillness in the air as you await. You aren’t sure if you said something wrong, or if he’s thinking of how to discipline you; perhaps both. He won’t buy your half-assed apology.
“You understand that you’re not going anywhere, right?” He inquires, at last. “That you’re mine, even though I can barely move in my current state?”
You nod. It’s obvious. He has a collar for you and everything. You’re like a glorified house pet that’s meant to keep him company as he rehabilitates.
“Then, how do you not understand that I would go to the ends of this earth to keep you by my side?”
You’ve had dreams of escaping. You’ve had dreams where you burst through the door to this place and stumbled into the full moon’s glare. Monsters are chasing you. All For One is shouting. You keep running until you’re well away from the property, tucked away from the Nomu, and completely undetectable. But then, one finds you, and you’re taken back to your master kicking and screaming.
You shudder. Based on previous attempts, you think you have an idea how he would punish you. Back in his prime, he had been able to fuck you himself; now, however, all he could do was watch as others had their way with you. Not just anyone, of course, but some of his own creations: the Nomu.
You pray it won’t come to that today. You pray for shock therapy, or getting tied down and edged, or getting flogged until the whip cuts through your skin a dozen times over. You don’t think you can handle taking another Nomu.
“I don’t care what I have to do,” All For One continues. “You’ll stay mine until the day you die. Do you understand me?”
His tone is stern. He wants you to acknowledge his declaration. He wants to hear you damn yourself. You take a deep breath and fulfill his wish.
“Yes, sir,” you grumble. “’m sorry.”
Throwing in another apology is good practice. It shows him you mean it to some degree, that you’ll be more careful in the future.
“Good girl,” he croons. “It’s so nice to see that beautiful face of yours twist when you submit to me.”
You wrinkle your nose. You wish you had the gall to spit at him. You would have loved to see a glob of your saliva trickle down his cheek. He deserves to feel like shit; not you. What you wouldn’t do to wipe that blasted smirk off his lips.
“On that note, I bet you’re wondering when you’ll see my face again.”
The statement comes across as invasive. It’s as though he can read your mind. You perk up, refusing to confirm or deny. You don’t want to make him think you want to stare at him. You just want to witness a range of emotions when you go against his will.
“Very soon, my dear,” he chuckles. “Though, I’m afraid it won’t be anything like my old one.”
Flashes of his handsome visage flash through your head. In his youth, he had been attractive. You wonder what he’ll manifest when he recreates himself, or how he’ll go about it. He hasn’t told you anything about his scheme. All you know is that revenge against All Might is nigh, and you’re the perfect little stress relief he needs to persevere in the meantime.
The door to your bedroom opens, revealing the bulky figure of a Nomu. Your neck twists around to stare at the creature. Pupils dilated, you know why it’s here.
Your fingernails claw the rug beneath your knees. You want to dash away, but where can you go? This is your punishment. All For One wants to watch you get split open on one of his beasts. He can’t do it himself, so he may as well get his fill of your body in other ways. It’s degrading. It’s painful. Worst of all, it leaves you feeling filthy and violated for days afterward. A violent chill buzzes up your spine.
“Meanwhile, I’d like to see you spread out for me,” he says. “I think that’ll be sufficient enough to teach you a lesson in respect. Do you agree?”
You shake your head meekly as the Nomu advances. It’s too bad you don’t have a choice.
You stare Eren in the eye, trying not to tremble when he advances toward you. You can’t crumble beneath him. You can’t show him how weak you are, how frightened he makes you. He’s changed from the teenager you met all those years ago. He’s a man, now — a twisted, insufferable man, with an insipid poison in his heart that no one can hope to quell. You don’t know who he is anymore.
“Did I stutter?” He asks, lifting a brown brow. “Or was I not clear enough.”
Neither sentence is a question. He’s mocking you. He knows you heard him. You’re terrified of his proposal, that’s more of a demand than an offer, that levies more than you’re willing to give. Even still, you understand that there’s only one choice for you to make. Deviating from the path he wants you to follow will result in the demise of all those close to you. He doesn’t care for ties anymore; all he cares about is his goal — and you.
“Y-you’re… you’re insane,” you spit. “Eren, y-you—”
“That’s what they say,” he confesses, eyes shifting to the floor. “But whether or not I am has no bearing on your response.”
You feel like ripping your hair out. He has to know he’s confusing you. His sanity has everything to do with your answer. If he was of sound mind, he wouldn’t have requested such a terrible thing from you in the first place.
“I-I don’t want to do this,” you mumble. “I— this isn’t fair.”
“Is anything in this world fair?”
It’s a good point. All these years of battling the titans, only to learn they’re victims, too, has been a jarring realization for everyone. Nevertheless, the people of Paradis have always found ways to thrive individually, from drowning in vices to engaging in adaptivity. You thought you would at least have that in the end.
“Please,” you plead, trying one last time to appeal to whatever’s left of the Eren Yeager you once knew. “Don’t do this.”
He takes your chin in his hand, holding you steady. His other arm snakes around your waist. You let him draw you closer, like you’re his woman. After all, you suppose you are now.
“Think about it,” he murmurs. “If you love them, you’ll stay with me.”
“I was never with you to begin with,” you assert. “You’re forcing me into a relationship I don’t want.”
He stills for a moment, registering your words. He knows they’re true. As delusional as he acts, he has times where he’s completely lucid, where he can think normally. You don’t care for him the way he cares for you… but he can change that. And even if he never does, your confinement to him won’t be forever. His life span has been cut short. He doesn’t have all that long to survive before he succumbs to the curse his father placed inside him. Thus, if you can outlive him, you’ll be free; it’s because of this that he doesn’t feel all that bad about taking you for himself.
He leans down and presses a kiss against your forehead. It’s chaste and soothing, the exact opposite of how you view him.
“You weren’t mine before, but you are now,” he whispers, resting his chin on the top of your head. “And it’s too late to relent. I already booked our wedding.”
He doesn’t miss how you squirm in his grasp, wanting nothing more than to scurry away. You don’t want to marry him. You don’t want to be his blushing bride, but that’s okay. He understands. He doesn’t blame you for your reluctance. He knows what it’s like to be trapped in an unfavourable circumstance. You’ll learn to adapt, though; he’s sure of it.
Okay I’m sorry but the Alpha!Dabi thots won’t go away y'all
18+, minors dni // breeding, burning, dumbification, omegaverse, possessiveness
Dabi grins when he watches your eyes roll back and your tongue loll out the side of your mouth. You look so fucking brain-dead right now. You look like such a fucking slut. His slut, of course; not anyone else’s. This is why he fucks you in the bathroom, when you’re taking your makeup off at night — so he can watch you fall apart on his cock. You’re so beautiful like this.
He gazes at your blissed-out reflection. To think, if he hadn’t gone on that stupid mission for Shigaraki all those weeks ago, he never would have caught a whiff of your scent. You had been on the wrong side of town, lost and scared; he never would have run into you otherwise, his sweet little omega. You smell like his mate.
He grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls, yanking your head back. His hand, resting on the curve of your hip, heats up at the way your velvety walls tighten around his thickness. He feels like he’s going to burn you. You’d be prettier with a few of his marks, if he’s honest. He should brand you. He should show the world who you belong to.
“You’re fucking choking me,” he growls, gritting his teeth when you flutter wildly around him. “Gonna make me knot you.”
“Want your knot, alpha,” you moan, cross-eyed and panting. “Please.”
You’re in heat — of course you want his cum in your womb. Nevertheless, your incessant whining does nothing to stay his impulses, and he finds himself losing control.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Oh fuck take it.”
The base of his shaft swells, and he bottoms out inside you. Cum spurts from his slit, hot like the sun’s rays. It makes you choke. He chuckles at how dumb you look before hunching over your figure to empty the contents of his sack in your gummy hole.
This seals the deal for him. If there was ever any question of your ownership before, there isn’t anymore. You belong to him. He’s your alpha. No one else will ever have you this way.
Thinkin’ about Alpha!Dabi this morning, who knows he’s too big for his smol omega whenever he busts a thick load inside her, but he just doesn’t care ❤️ she feels too good, too tight, too warm. And the onset of her heat brings out his rut, so soon enough, he can’t stop thrusting into her, feeling his cock get larger and larger, until he’s hunching over her from behind, teeth gritted and low growls surfacing from his throat. He knots her, whispering filth in her ear with a strained, raspy voice.
Gonna knock you up. Gonna give you my fucking kids. You want that, don’t'cha, doll? Wanna be round with your alpha’s babies. Wanna be known as my little omega slut. Oh fuck, good girl. Milk my cock. Squeeze out every drop, baby.
You take a deep breath and drum your fingers against your thigh. Half of you questions your sanity; the other half commends you for the courage coursing through your veins — the latter being a product of the hope you’ve managed to salvage over six months. It hasn’t been easy. As the captive of a grade one sorcerer, your chance of escaping is slim, but you’re nothing if not headstrong. Possessing no supernatural abilities of your own, your bravery is all you have. Well, that, your sex appeal, and your skills as a decent mercenary.
You’re sitting on his bed in a red baby doll — the one you know he likes — with no thong underneath. When you get off the bed and drift towards him, he’ll be able to see your dripping wet pussy. He won’t be able to resist watching you beneath those tinted glasses of his. You played with yourself a bit beforehand, to ensure your act is believable and that you’re enticing enough to hold his attention. Alas, you’re not dressed like this because you want to fuck; you’re dressed like this because it’s the only shot you have at fleeing from this place. Sex will distract him from what you’re doing in the meantime: slipping poison down his throat.
You smirk. Did he forget you used to be a murder for hire? One doesn’t need a sorcerer’s capabilities when they’re a natural killing machine all on their own. Once you jam the pills you have beneath your tongue into his throat, he’ll drop unconscious. Then, you’ll be able to do what you please to him. And the best part is, he has no clue you’ve been playing him like a fiddle.
One week ago, you attacked him, forcing him to get a little rough with you, sacrificing a few of your fingers. Five days ago, you apologized for your crude behaviour, throwing on your best sad eyes. Four days ago, he seemed satisfied with your remorse; so, three days ago, you had asked him for a sedative to treat your digits, and two days ago, he had already given you enough doses to hide beneath your tongue. Unfortunately for him, his callous generosity will be his downfall. He should have checked your mouth.
The capsules had been easy to alter. The kind of medication he gave you only produced a biodegradable shell that was half full, meaning one could triple the dose by combining the contents of three pills. Of course, that’s precisely what you did. You’ll wait for him to kiss you, and then fling it down his throat. He won’t see it coming, and once he realizes what you’re up to, it’ll be too late. He’ll drop like a light and you’ll kill him.
You’re willing to acknowledge that this is a cowardly way to murder your victim; nonetheless, desperate times call for desperate measures. You can’t overpower him on your own. What’s more, he’s the one who kidnapped you. Assassin work be damned, you’re pretty sure he has this coming.
You hear rustling in the living room. The front door closes. Is it eight o'clock already?
His shoes clack against the mat he sets them atop, discarding them until tomorrow morning. The closet door opens, and you hear the hangers jingle as he removes his jacket. It closes with haste. Clothed feet pad along the carpet, inching closer to you. You brace yourself and adorn the submissive face you had been practicing all day. It’s finally time.
He enters the bedroom. Immediately, his eyes are locked onto yours, hues dancing with delight in the dim light. They immediately dip lower when he catches what you’re wearing in his peripherals.
He shuts the door behind him and loosens his tie. He isn’t wearing his usual glasses. He must have left them at the door. You resist the urge to grin. That means he’s had a long day. His reflexes and intuition won’t be working at full capacity.
“Well, what do we have here?”
You stand up from your perch and reveal all of yourself to him. He drinks you in from top to bottom, spending a few extra seconds staring at your slick-coated thighs. You play with the ends of your baby doll, feigning shyness.
He takes a few steps closer, and you refrain from backing up. You have to sell the illusion. You have to make him believe you want him.
His fingertips touch your upper arms, gliding up to cup your face. There are dark circles under his eyes. He looks as though he’s aged since this morning. You don’t hesitate. Hastily, you wrap your arms around his neck and press your body against him. His breath hitches for a split second before he’s able to compose himself.
Suddenly, his hands are gripping your ass, hoisting you into the air. You wind your legs around his waist and whine in the heated, sexiest tone you can muster. He takes your former place at the end of the bed and holds you firmly on his lap.
“I don’t think you’ve ever been this excited to see me,” he purrs, warm breath ghosting over the shell of your ear. “What’s gotten into you?”
You’re not so naïve as to think he’s blind to your ruse. He doesn’t trust you just yet. You have to do a bit more convincing to distract his wandering mind.
You hump his thigh, gliding your clit against the fabric. The way your body tenses is a genuine reaction. Your sensitive nub likes being dragged across his pant leg. His hands remain on your ass, massaging your cheeks roughly. He claps one of them hard, drawing a gentle mewl from your mouth. Your inner muscles clench reflexively, enjoying the harsh treatment.
“I-I just…” you bite your lower lip, at least trying to make it sound like you were embarrassed about giving in. “mmm, s-so needy.”
His fingers travel up to your hips. In seconds your back is against the mattress, and you’re caged in between his long arms. Nanami leers over you, stern orbs analyzing your face with eagle-like precision. For a moment, you fear he’s seen through your charade.
“Needy?” He echoes. “Well then, why don’t you let me help, sweetheart?”
You repress a grin. He doesn’t suspect a thing. Perhaps he’s not as intelligent as you’ve given him credit for in the past — not when he’s thinking with his dick, at least.
You wrap your arms around his neck and bring him close. Just before you’re about to capture his lips, however, he flips you onto your stomach. You shriek at the swift and sudden change.
“This is the best way to hit your g-spot,” Nanami mutters, the smooth fabric of his dress shirt giving your bare back gooseflesh. “You’re tighter, too.”
He presses a firm hand against your back as he unzips his jeans. With ease, he sinks his thick cock into your narrow canal with some resistance. Your eyes roll back at how delicious he feels, as every single vein glides along your inner walls. His mushroom cap flares, stretching the furthest part of your cunt the most. At once, you feel too full, but there’s no denying you want more.
This isn’t part of the plan, though. You have to be careful. You can’t get lost in the pursuit of pleasure… but it’s been so long. You hadn’t realized how much you were yearning for a good fuck.
He twitches inside you, letting you feel his weight settle in your centre. Your gummy walls clutch him like a long lost lover, except you know he’s nothing of the sort. You’d only ever had sex with him once before, and you had been drunk then; the other instances of sexual contact with him had been limited to oral and spankings, so you weren’t able to deem how good a bed mate he was until now.
You’ve been missing out. You hate to admit this, even just to yourself, but if you had known about Nanami’s size and ability to use what God gave him, you might have let him fuck you into the mattress — captor or not. He feels amazing.
“Shit,” he groans, beginning to pound into you. “What took you so long to accept me?”
You grit your teeth. You can’t tell him. You can’t even think up a lie. Your brain won’t work.
Your tongue drops out of your mouth and you let it hang there, content to lose yourself. Just for a moment, you tell yourself; not too long. You can’t let his game deter you.
Suddenly, Nanami strokes a deep spot in your cunt, punching your back wall in a way that makes you cringe. The pain doesn’t last, though. It’s just the stretch that makes you hurt; the area he’s hitting is having stars appear in your peripherals. Your jaw drops.
His hand releases your hair to wrap around your throat, using his grip as leverage to hit a better angle with your back arched. His palm shifts upwards, and soon, two of his fingers are slithering into your mouth. You wrap your lips around the meaty digits and suck, like you’ve been taught to do by many others.
“That’s it,” he grunts. “There’s my dumb little girl.”
You barely feel his fingers latch onto the capsule beneath your tongue, bringing it out past your lips as his onslaught continues. Your clit is swollen and puffy, evidenced by how much you’re dripping all over his fingers as he rubs the engorged bud. It’s hard to see or think when your eyes are criss-crossed and you’ve been reduced to nothing but a puddle.
Nanami doesn’t slow his thrusts as he brings the pill up to his face and inspects it. He grimaces. It’s covered in your saliva. He’s surprised it didn’t pop out of your whore mouth on its own, with how much you’re drooling.
“You were going to drug me, princess?” He croons, and you can practically see the smirk on his handsome face. “When I make you this drunk on my cock?”
You moan lewdly, not phased by the fact that your plan was just foiled. You can’t explain why it feels so good. You’ve never been this intoxicated by dick before. Prior to now, the closest anyone has ever come to making you lose your mind during sex is when one of your targets, a handsome man in his forties, licked and sucked on your clit like a starved animal; even then, though, you were able to complete your goal.
“I bet you’re wondering why it’s so hot, aren’t you?” He hums, drawing attention to the heat building steadily in your core. “You’re wondering why you want to cum so badly.”
You babble incoherently. It’s true. You aren’t that much of a slut, are you? No. You can’t be. Sex isn’t a good enough trade-off for freedom. How can you lose sight of your goals so simply? You’re nothing if not meticulous.
“I lathered myself with an aphrodisiac before entering,” he explained, rough finger pad itched your clit. “I knew you would try something tonight when I saw you putting on this skimpy little thing.”
He fingers the fabric of your baby doll, and you groan. Of course he has cameras set up around the house, including his bedroom. How else is he supposed to monitor you while he’s away?
“Did you really take me for a fool?” He sneers, pummeling your core until you’re in tears, wanting desperately to cream all over his fat staff. “I know what I have. I won’t let you get away from me that easily.”
He puts half his weight on top of you. You can barely breathe from the pressure, yet, the lack of air in your head is making the experience ten times more intense.
“You’re not playing with a regular man, sweetheart,” he growls, pressing your face into the pillows as his balls tighten. “I’m a sorcerer. I thought I taught you better than this.”
K no but hold on let’s go back to this soft thought of Dabi spilling his heart out on the bench and take it a bit further.
You two meet up in this park after every night you work together. It started as a way to sit and unwind, but it swiftly turned into you sitting real close to him, a lazy arm slung around your shoulder to keep you close, and long, heavy discussions about life and existence in this fucked up world. He shares more often than not, usually ending his rants with a curt chuckle, followed by, “don’t usually tell anyone this shit” because he wants you to know that you’re special. Sometimes, though, he listens to what you have to say, to your personal struggles and victories. He’s mostly silent, taking long drags of his cigarette, but when you finish and there’s a tension in the air, thick enough to cut with a knife, he tightens his grip around you and whispers encouragement into your ear.
“You and me are one in the same, aren’t we, doll? Fuckin’ fighters. S'why we’d be so good together. Heh. Maybe I’m gettin’ ahead of myself. S'no way I’d contaminate you with my shit. You’re too good f'r that.”
And as much as you want to tell him otherwise, that you do want to give this a shot, that he is good enough for you, you can’t. He won’t believe you. Not yet.
☼ : vulgar descriptions of sex–this shit is not flowery, multiple uses of word ‘puthy’ (not like that but you get it), use of the word c*nt
☼ : fluff,smut
()?:Hi!!! I would like to request a one-shot of jack harlow x plus-size, mixed, female!reader (that was long lolll) but basically, they have been friends for a while and she’s in college while he’s doing his thing. he comes by her dorm, to hang out and catch up… maybe he finds out she has been talking to this guy and jack doesn’t like it… so they end up fucking & confessing feelings? - anonymous.
:3.7k+, I’m ashamed that this is my current longest fic.
:You had plans to go out with another man while Jack was present in your home. Extreme emphasis on 'had’.
/:I changed some aspects for the sake of providing background and plot before.. yk
Because of the way this fic was written, this is 18+ ONLY! MDNI!
No matter how much an old rom-com glorifies traveling by bus, train, or trolly, you hated public transportation. On your left was a loud ass baby bawling their eyes out, one father frantically rolling the stroller back and forth to soothe them, while the other tried to shove a baby bottle or pacifier into their mouth to shut them up and remove the amount of train passenger eyes on his back. On your right is a loud woman on the phone with another in her hands, furiously typing an email who gives a fuck. You were proud because she sounded like she was girlbossin’ it up with her distinguished suit, briefcase, and assertive tone to who you presumed to be her assistant, but in addition to the loud voices ringing through the packed car, you were two seconds away from smacking her and breaking both phones. And to make matters worse, from the smell that just racked through the air, you’re pretty sure either the baby or the man in the black hoodie near the corner took a shit.
Even after the sun had set, the sweltering heat hadn’t dissipated. It radiated from the crowd around you. Beautiful weather brought the tourists out in droves, creating a heatwave purely from the number of bodies in the streets.
It took a while to push your way through, only wanting to head in the direction of home. You used your hand in a poor attempt to cool your hot face while you waited for the light to cross the street, finally away from the bustling middle of the city.
Your phone buzzed in your purse. It was almost pitiful how quickly you fumbled around to dig it from the void of your bag. Your excitement paid off as a message from Shuji popped up on the screen.
Tonight.
One word brought so much adrenaline to your body.
Your boyfriend was a busy man, but he strived to spend all his free time with you. Neither of you could say your sex life was boring, not when he could use his cock like a god. Hanma lived for thrills, and he continually found new ways to spice up your sex lives.
A hunt.
You moved with almost robotic steps, adrenaline pumping through your veins. Every sound causing you to jump, hoping it was him but never sure. Hanma was quite skilled at sneaking around. He’d never let you know he was coming.
He struck like a predator.
There was no time to react to his pounce. Your body pushed against the brick wall, caged to it by his body.
“Be a good girl and do exactly what I tell you.” Hanma pawed at your breasts, fondling you without restraint. It was a high he couldn’t get enough of. Snatching you off the street and doing whatever he wanted, as if you were just an innocent woman caught by the big bad wolf.
And you played along oh so well.
“Please don’t hurt me. I’ll do anything-” You whimpered at his rough touch. Working yourself up before he’d even touched you had left your body aching for more than what he offered.
His chuckle made your pussy throb. “Anything? That’s a dangerous offer. I can think of a few things that I’ll wager you don’t want to do.” His cock was so damn hard.
Hanma licked his lips, mind wandering to what lewd positions he could possibly put you in. “But I’ve had a real shitty day, doll. So, I’m going to go easy on ya. Need you squeezin around me right now.”
The short sundress made it easy for his hands to slip under. It was always satisfying for both of you when he easily ripped your panties.
You nearly lost your balance when he lifted up one of your legs, making you pitch forward. Palms against the cool brick, you were arched enough to show your cunt.
“A good bitch is always ready, huh? You wanted a man like me to fuck you out here in this dark alley, didn’t you? It makes you wet just to think about becoming someone’s little toy.”
Hanma rubbed his tip up and down your folds. He hadn’t even put it in and yet you were trembling in his hold. It was enough to almost make him cum on the spot.
“Yes- I want it-” You admitted with a broken whimper. This new game of his was hot. A new kink you’d discovered. Deep down, it was only because it was Hanma who had you pinned. “Use me.”
He groaned as your walls stretched to accommodate his size. A perfect pussy in his opinion. Especially with how easily you made it for him to ruin you so beautifully. “Oh, fuck yeah-”
There was no wait.
His hips snapped with rapid succession. After all the bullshit that he’d endured during his workday, your warm cunt sucking him was all that he needed to unwind. “Fuckin take it-”
You were quivering around him in mere seconds, cumming around him with a shamelessly loud moan. Anyone walking by could hear your pretty voice as you came undone.
“Ass shakin, baby-” Hanma slapped his palm against your ass, leaving a red mark. He adored how easily you came. It was child’s play to work you up and bring you crumbling down. “Nothing to do but cum again.”
Dizzy. Your whole body tingled, buzzing with pleasure. He relentlessly pounded into you, driving you absolutely mad. It was too much and not enough all at the same time. His cock slammed into your sopping cunt, the sound fueling Hanma to speed up.
His fingers dug into your hips, nails biting flesh and sure to leave a crescent shaped bruise. Hanma leaned down to nip at your neck, tongue soothing the sting of his teeth. Your salty skin tasted like heaven.
“You gonna cum again already? Do it. Cream all over my cock again.” Hanma mocked against your skin. The sound of your squelching pussy was music to his ears. You were all his and there was nothing he wanted more than to ruin you.
You were losing awareness of everything except him. Nothing else could break through. Your body succumbed to another orgasm, cunt fluttering around his cock. Hanma’s curses barely reached your ears. Mouth falling open, nothing came out.
“Godfucking damn!”
Out of breath, you barely regained your senses as the pleasure ebbed away but heat in your stomach had already started to build again. None of your breathy words made a bit of sense. A mixture of sounds and babbling nonsense.
Chasing his own high, Hanma supported your weight as your body gave up on functioning. You were practically pushing him out, milking his cock with your gummy walls. “Shit, doll. I’m there-”
His moan as he squirted inside you was a heavenly sound. Something only a god like Hanma could make. He slowed his pace, soaking up the feeling of your pussy. Humming to himself, he finally pulled out.
It took every ounce of energy you had left to turn around, collapsing against his chest. “I-” Your mouth was so fucking dry, making it hard to speak at all.
Thankfully, you didn’t need to. Hanma made quick work of fixing his pants and collected you up in his arms. “I’ve got ya, doll.” His hair tickled your face as he bent to steal a kiss.
Hanma took you to the car waiting on the main street, instructing the driver to take the two of you to his penthouse. He kept you close, whispering soothing words and massaging your sore thighs.
“Drink this,” he said, bringing a cool bottle of water to your lips. Despite his affinity for thrilling and sometimes illegal sexual deviancy, he took excellent care of you after. You were the most precious thing to him.
Golden irises turned to take in the city passing them by after you fell soundly asleep, searching for the next place to get his heart racing with you.
The 9th Doctor will be sorprise to find he forgot about the little human child he hided inside of the TARDIS when he tried to save you from the massive attack of… Many living plastics dolls. ‘Oh well… This wasnt something what I could wait from me, just look at me! I’m stupid!’ He said sarcastically just to made you laugh.
'We are on a space ship?
'Yep’
'Like… Star wars?’
'Something like that, isn’t it fantastic?.’
The Tenth Doctor will be surprised at first but then he will be trying to find the way to take you back safely to your home.
'Hey little one, what’s your name? How did you ended here?’
'My name is (Y/N)… I was playing in my room and when I blinked I was already here.’
'Well (Y/N), I’ll take you back to your home. So, Allons-y!’
The 11th Doctor didnt mind about you being inside of the TARDIS, he enjoyed your company and seemed to see you as his child.
’(Y/N)! Lets go, I want to show you something!’ He grabbed your hand and made you ran with him, he stopped in front of the TARDIS’ doors. 'Are you ready sweetheart?’
'Always ready!’ You giggled, making the Time Lord smile.
'Then, just there is one thing to say… Geronimo!’ He said before to open the TARDIS and ran with you into a new aventure.
'This place isn’t safe for childrens!’ The twelfth Doctor yelled at the air, you were follow him like a lost puppy. Well basically you were something like that, he saved your life when the Cybermans tried to rule the Earth againg.
'But why?’ You asked, trying to catch his hand but he push you away.
'This. Ship. Its. Not. A. Place. For. Childrens.’
'But you’re acting like one, that doenst made you a children to?’
'Smart kid, now shut up.’
The 13th Doctor will be very happy to see you, she still being new in the whole thing of being for the first time a woman, and see you sleeping in the floor of the TARDIS with your favorite teddybear was something has made her two hearts melt of cuteness!
'Hi sweetie!! I’m The Doctor, what’s your name?’
’(Y/N)…’ You answer to her a bit sleepy, barely noticing you werent in your house anymore. 'Are you my mummy?’
The Doctor laughed softly. 'No. I’m not your mummy, sweetheart… But I’ll find her and returns you to her.’
The sun was bright, not a cloud to block it. The birds were singing their precious tunes. Work was off today. My dog Amara is cuddled up next to me. I let out a content sigh, feeling the sun shine onto me through the blinds on the window. Feeling Amara did nudge my shoulder, I feel a small smile form. Blinking my eyes open the crust that had developed overnight flaking off. I turn my head towards Ama who is laid next to me.
“I know girl, I’m up,” I say, Ama’s tail wagging in response to her nudging.
“Yeah yeah, let’s get you fed hun,” I mumble. Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I stretch my back. Crack, I sigh in delight. Looking over at Ama who is running in circles waiting for me to feed her. Letting out a soft laugh at her antics, I stand. Grabbing my phone, which was charging next to my bed, I started heading downstairs.
After getting Ama her food, I look around for anything to eat, settling on a blueberry bagel. Leaning back on the counter I look out the window. Tilting my head to the side as I notice the moving truck across the street. Hearing Ama’s paws trot up next to me, I look down at her.
“Weird right, it’s been so long since the previous owners have been trying to sell that house. They used to have such a lovely garden too. I remember every year when I was younger they carefully tended to their orange Calendula flowers. They reminded me of honey and the sun just before the sunset,” I mention in remembrance, “but what do you know you’re just a dog.” I laugh at Ama’s clueless look, tail wagging nonetheless. Finishing my bagel, I go to let Ama outside. Heading upstairs to put my contacts in, letting Ama take her time. Getting them in finally, I head back down to let Amara in.
“Ama,” I yell with a whistle, “inside sweety!” Looking around my backyard, panic sets in when I see the gate slightly open. Rushing out I see her collar caught on the nail that was sticking out of the old fence. Great now not only is she lost, but no one will be able to contact me if someone finds her. My panicked thoughts rush through my head, as I scramble inside for something that would help me find her. Grabbing Ama’s favorite treats, her leash, her collar, and my phone.
Rushing outside the front door I start looking to where I think she would go. I started walking over to the new neighbor, maybe he saw where Ama went. Knocking on the door, it is silent for a moment before the door is swung open, startling me slightly. A young man is standing there. He is rather handsome. Sandy blonde hair, green eyes, about 6'4", a scar running down the corner of his mouth. Ignoring his handsome appearance I say, “Hi I’m your neighbor, and uh I was wondering, have you seen a dog by any chance? She’s a German shepherd but has floppy ears and about this tall,” putting my hand about the mid of my waist. He gives me a weird look before turning and whistling, Ama who is somehow in his house comes trotting up the front door. Noticing my startled face.
“I found her in my backyard just a moment ago, she decided to come inside and make herself at home,” he explains. Ama walks up to me and grabs her collar, only to go back into his house and sit down.
“No, Ama here girl I have to get you home,” I say. The stranger is also helping me try to get Ama over to me. She finally gets up and moves over to us, I let out a sigh of relief.
“Thank you for helping me, I never caught your name stranger,”
“The name is Clay, but I prefer Dream,” he replies.
“Dream, I like it. It’s good to meet you, hopefully, meet you again under better circumstances,” I confess, a grin bright on my face.
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Dream’s POV
I watched as my new neighbor walked away with their dog. Oh, I never got their name. Well, I hope I meet them again.
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Description: You were finally able to go home, woefully bidding your tweel lovers goodbye as you packed your things. That night, however, they had other things in mind.
Pairing: Yandere!Jade x Fem. Reader x Yandere!Floyd (Reader’s body parts are left ambiguous)
Warnings: Yandere, Non-con, Aphrodisiacs, Possessiveness, Threesome, Overstimulation, Tweels take their time loving you
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You loved your eels, you really did. You’d be lying if you said their height alone hadn’t unnerved you at first, though, but the more that you interacted with them, the more you took all their little quirks in stride, slowly admiring them for the people they were.
And they adoredthis about you. You were so quick to validate and appreciate them. Not just as a pair, but as individuals as well. You took special care to always look in their direction and acknowledge them both by name. A fitting ray of sunshine glimmering through the ocean’s murky waters.
Which is why they didn’t understand why you were so keen on returning to your world.
There they stood in your room while you moved about, plucking all your keepsakes, all your memoriesthat they had shared with you, and filed them away in your luggage. As you packed, you animatedly talked about everything you were looking forward to seeing when you returned, places you knew you had to revisit, and restaurants you were craving to eat at again.
“Hmm? …Isn’t the Mostro Lounge good enough?” Floyd offhandedly commented, his eyes askance while massaging the back of his shoulder.
You glanced up at him, recognizing that moody tone of his. Offering a sympathetic smile, you began to fold a shirt, “Of course, I’ll always love the Mostro Lounge. Nothing could replace it, you know that… just like how I know nothing could replace you two.”
Floyd finally looked at you, his posture relaxing as he shuffled over and unceremoniously flopped onto your back, his arms hanging over your shoulders as he blubbered against your ear, “Uwahh~, don’t leave us, Little Shrimp! Stay forever, won’t you?”
You groaned under the weight of his body, “Aghh, Floyd you’re crushing me…!”
“No, I can’t move,” he whined, “Not until you say you’ll stay.”
“Now, now,” Jade’s voice cut in as he approached the two of you before hoisting Floyd up by the collar of his shirt, “Don’t inconvenience Dearest more than she’s already put up with. I’m certain she’s already come to terms with the circumstances of her departure. We must respect her decision, Floyd.”
Floyd only huffed in response, his afflicted mood returning before he stalked out of the bedroom, slamming the door. Both you and Jade winced before you sighed, your own mood dampening.
“Give him time,” Jade’s gentle voice uttered.
“Should I go after him?”
“Allow me, Dearest. You know how he gets.”
You slowly nodded with a hum just as Jade leaned forward to graze a kiss to your forehead. Brushing your fingers where he kissed, you watched as he beamed that gentlemanly smile of his before turning to follow his brother.
“When you’re finished, be sure to get some rest. You have a big day ahead of you,” he softly spoke, closing the door behind him.
And as he suspected, Floyd hadn’t wandered off at all. He stood in your lounge, back against the wall. Any usual gleam in his eyes had turned dull.
“Floyd,” Jade said.
“Jade,” his brother bit back.
Said person could only chuckle in return, “Goodness, sulking like a child.”
“Haahh?” Floyd pushed himself from the wall to stagger his way to Jade, his expression seemingly displeased, “And what about what you said to Shrimpy? Did you meanthat?”
Jade delicately placed a hand on his own chest, his eyes closed for a moment of reflection before he matched Floyd’s gaze, his eyebrows upturning just as he grinned a row of pearly, sharp teeth, “Oh, of course not. If she really felt bad, she would stay rather than return to her hovel of a world.”
Floyd’s irritation dropped like a hat. He started snickering, cackling almost as he placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder, his grin mirroring his, “Ah~, I love Shrimpy so much. Sometimes I just want to squeeze her until she breaks, ya know?”
“Indeed. Which is why we’re going to be gracious lovers and show her everything she’ll be missing out on before she leaves.”
“Ahaha…!Jade you’re so creepy.”
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After mentally mapping out the plans of what you were going to do when you returned home, it was no wonder that you dozed off rather quickly; the night hours ticking by.
“Wakey, wakey, Little Shrimp~,” A voice cooed in your ear followed by a small puff of hot air.
You groaned, your head lolling to the other side as you tried to nestle back into the pillow.
“Now you’re just teasing her,” Another voice, lower this time, whispered as fingers soothingly weaved into your hair, patting down little flyaways.
You stirred once more, your eyebrows furrowing before slowly opening your eyes, your vision just the slightest bit fuzzy. Groaning again, you let your gaze trail to the source of what woke you up in the first place so as to discern who was speaking. Yet upon shifting your body, you found your arms in a rigid hold above your head. Starting to pick up on some red flags, your body somewhat lurched, rashly jerking at the restraints.
Undoubtedly more adjusted to your predicament, you turned your head to the shadow looming left of you.
“Hiii~,” It spoke, tone eerily familiar.
“Wh-Floyd?”
Said man flashed his sharp teeth at your acknowledgment before reaching over to grab a small piece of what looked to be candy. Putting it between his teeth, Floyd brought his hand down to your jaw, pinching both your cheeks so you reflexively parted your lips. As a result, he was quick to bend down and let the candy fall from his mouth to yours. Upon contact, the sweet seemingly dissolved on your tongue before you even had a chance to bite back. Floyd watched your expression morph, his eyes gleefully peering down into your own as he gave your bottom lip a little nibble, tugging slightly for his own amusement just before pulling back.
Finally sitting proper, he continued to stare as you coughed back a little of what he had just given you, his tongue peeking out to glide over the top of his lip. In doing so, he giggled under his breath.
You could only manage to clear your throat enough to ask him what that even was.
“Don’t you know?” Another familiar voice chimed as you glanced to your right, “It’s your going-away present.”
You frowned, your confusion boiling down to anger as you insisted on whatever prank the twins were pulling now of all days to stop so they could tell you what you just ate. Yet just as you tipped off your demand with a growl, a wave of underlying heat flushed under your skin, the feeling that you just got the wind knocked out of you making your breathing a little heavier.
“Yayyy, now that Little Shrimp got her present, it’s time to unwrap mine~,” Floyd crooned as you noted both his and Jade’s shirts were partially unbuttoned, their usual jacket, hat, and scarf combo missing from the picture. Floyd moved to climb over top of you, one knee pushing up against your sex as he took his time popping each one of your shirt buttons.
Your mind might’ve been a little hazy, but even you had enough discernment of the situation to tug at your restraints again, haphazard appeals falling from your lips.
“Wh-Floyd-,hold on-“
“Awh, is Little Shrimp scared?” Floyd drawled, his head craning down to caress your stomach with leisurely, butterfly kisses, “Jade, come and comfort Little Shrimp with me.”
“Why I thought you’d never ask,” The counterpart to your right casually responded.
Soon enough, both brothers were caging you in with a leg between your own, trailing all sorts of kisses up the skin of your stomach. Then Floyd reached your nipple, pinching the bud between his teeth as you inhaled a sharp breath of air. Jade took advantage of this opening as he immediately tipped forward to capture your lips with his own, his long tongue sliding in to press against the inside of your cheek. He put pressure on your lips as he moved in tandem with your own, the shifting fabric of the sheets under you grating in your ear as his fingers came to glide under your jaw, lifting your head for better access. His tongue was uncomfortably slick and hot. It slipped under your own before deftly curling around it. At one point you had to wonder how you never noticed the unconventional anatomy of your lover, or more than likely, loverswith Floyd contentedly lapping at your chest like it was a delicacy.
When Jade finally allowed you to breathe, a silver string of saliva connecting the two of you, you found you could only blearily open and close your eyes a few times, pupils dilating as incoherent thoughts dizzied your head. The underlying heat your body began to pool into the pit of your stomach made the clothes wrapped around your body suddenly too constricting for your liking.
“…Hot…” you slurred, your expression deliriously warm, “Take it off, it’s too hot…”
Both Floyd and Jade shared a glimpse before looking back down at you.
“Hee, if you say so~.” Floyd tittered. Now two pairs of hands roamed your upper body, the feeling of your shirt sleeves being pulled in different directions as seams started to tear. Your neck was then met by a pair of tongues trailing wet lines of saliva around your pulse, your shoulders instinctively seizing up under the ticklish sensation.
But just as you sighed, slowly indulging in the attention, you choked. A searing sense of needlepoint teeth digging into your skin and shocking your nerves enough to force a cry from your throat. Reflexively, you pulled at your restraints only to come to the familiar revelation that you couldn’t do anything. Even worse, the numbing pain began to take on a whole new wave of heat coursing through your veins. You could feel a dampness against your thighs every time you rubbed your legs together.
The twins then continued rolling their tongues over the trickling lines of blood, their lips brushing every mark made. When they pulled away, you somehow felt so vulnerable without their presence enveloping your field of vision.
“Well?” Jade inquired, tastefully wiping away a mixture of blood and spit from his chin.
“Mm… still hungry,” Floyd grumbled, sucking blood off his thumb before releasing it with a pop.
“Then by all means,” The other directed, his hand moving to gesture to the lower half of your body as his brother’s expression lit up.
“You’re the best, Jade!” He cheered as he immediately crawled over to wrench the hem of your pants down your legs, carelessly discarding them somewhere behind him before perching himself between your thighs. It was then that you could just barely make out the familiar clink of a belt unbuckling, the protest you tried to speak with not even coming out as a coherent word. Not that it would’ve made much of a difference, you numbly thought.
And,oh God did it feel so tantalizing to have the length of Floyd’s cock rub against your aching sex. He wasn’t even inside you, yet just the languid back and forth motions were enough to stir your mewls, hips trying to inconspicuously meet his with every stroke.
Even now, watching the two of you get worked up stirred Jade’s underlying arousal as he subtly brought a hand to his mouth, just grazing his teeth on his index finger. With a pleased hum, he reached for a small bottle on the bedside table and extended it to Floyd. “Get too excited and you’ll hurt her,” he advised.
“I know,” Floyd drawled as he accepted the offering, his teeth pinching the bottle’s cork to pop it off before spilling some of its contents between your joined hips.
“Oh, whoops! A bit too much, but…” he really didn’t have any room to complain when the slippery substance seeped into every crevice and decreased the amount of friction created, moving only spurring his impatient temperament as every brush felt hot and inviting against you.
“Better?” Jade asked.
“Mmm, yeah…”
“That’s good,” And Jade had to admit, Floyd looked like he was thoroughly enjoying himself. So much so that Jade decided to bide his time by watching the two of you, his sharp eyes shifting between expressions as he lowered his hand to coolly rub himself through the strained fabric of his pants.
“Hah… Shrimpy’s enjoying this. I’m so, sohappy~,” Floyd lightly panted, the pace of his own breathing picking up until he rolled his hips back, finally aligning himself with your entrance. Using the slick both of your bodies had worked up, he had begun to ease himself into you, the muscles in both of your legs seizing up as he took his time stretching you out thoroughly. Against your will, you released the most aching moan, the incredibly full feeling of having him inside you foreign yet not unwelcoming.
Floyd’s head had lolled forward, the tight grip he used to latch onto your thighs now digging into your skin. Like you, he needed the extra moment to revel in your tight warmth. God, he felt like he might never pull out. Yet as his blood continued to pump all throughout his body, he never wanted anything more than to revel in that feeling of pushing into you again.
So he began the process of reeling his hips back, your body responding to every impression he was giving before he shuddered, pounding back into you so that your walls only had his dick to clamp onto. Fuck- he really almost lost you, didn’t he? Almost lost this to some stupid other world he’s never even seen before. The thought drove him senseless, almost controlling the movements of his body and fueling his desire to dig into you even more. You didn’t understand how his pace could start off so deliberately slow before his hips were driving into you every second, the creek of the mattress giving way to his frantic pacing.
Your nails pressed deep into your palms, your mouth unable to find the strength to close as every thrust would grant your voice a new chance to babble something incoherent. As of now however, you just barely teetered on the edge of coherency. Not even sure where you found the will to whimper a few ‘no, stop’ between cries.
Floyd huffed, his face horribly flushed as he adjusted your position by lifting one of your legs over his shoulder, using it as leverage to reach the deepest point he could plunge into.
“Jadeee, she’s- hah-stillsay-! Saying the bad words! Make her stop…”
Still leisurely palming himself through his trousers with one arm propping himself up, Jade woefully sighed, “…I really didn’t want to interrupt… but if you’re too busy to discipline her,” he hummed, suddenly closing his eyes as two of his fingers eased over the top of his tented erection, “then it would be my utmost pleasureto assist.”
At that, he opened his eyes and began inching towards you. His poor dear, Jade could tell you were losing yourself well past the point of physically resisting, so he decided to be the gracious lover that he was and untie your wrists from their confines with easy precision. Other than your arms limply falling down above you, you really didn’t react that much.
But wasn’t your face just a wonderful, leaking mess? Tears left translucent streaks that ran down your cheeks while drool dribbled from the side of your mouth, pooling onto the pillow. Jade’s heart nearly leaped in his chest at the sight of you, his expression glowing in admiration as he brushed away any hair that stuck to your forehead. You really couldn’t hold a single, coherent thought right now, could you? His poor darling, Jade thought as he began to unbuckle his own belt, pulling the zipper down. You just needed some form of physical reassurance to keep you sated.
So when he finally pulled out his cock, the tip smeared with the slightest bit of precum, your eyes, even through all their haze and Floyd’s excessive thrusts throwing your vision for a loop, immediately began to stare.
“Oh?” He gripped the base, his strokes slow and teasing, “Does Dearest want a taste? Go on now… it’s always been yours to do as you please.”
“…A-Ah…” with pupils blown wide, you piped, angling your face to inch closer to his groin until your nose was practically pressed against his hand. You only had to lick his fingers once for him to obediently remove them from his cock, your mouth beginning to salivate even further. The little noises you were making were so utterly adorable. Not only were you babbling from Floyd’s unyielding ministrations, but Jade could tell you were also muttering just because your body was telling you that you were excited for something. Well, with the way you were now, your brain certainly couldn’t do anything.
Jade really did try to be patient though. He wanted you to enjoy yourself, but your hot breath combined with a disoriented expression wasn’t boding well for his heart. He would’ve closed his eyes if he could, but watching you press little, needy kisses to his dick earned himself a fluster on his own cheeks, brows just beginning to furrow in mild frustration.
Yet just as he was about to try and encourage you to go further, your head had lifted up, lips experimentally wrapping themselves around the head of his cock. Jade’s breath hitched, his composure coming loose before quickly pulling himself back together just as fast.
“Eager now, aren’t we?” He lightly panted.
You responded by swirling your tongue around the tip, licking where you could, and tracing lines over the slit. While you may not have been aware of what you were doing, any sort of fault in your actions was easily made up by the effort you provided. Soon enough, you started pushing more of him against the hollow of your cheek, a hand coming up to wrap around the base of his shaft, fondling where your tongue couldn’t reach.
From a bystander’s perspective, it looked as though Jade’s passive persona was on the verge of cracking as he visibly bit the inside of his lip, expression strained. However, in contrast to his brother, he fared much better in terms of appearance. For while Jade took care to maintain composure as best he could, Floyd’s face exposed every one of his thoughts: flushed red as rose, tongue lolling out as his high grew as out of control as his hips.
Jade began to praise your pretty mouth, threading his fingers through your hair before attempting to speak to his brother, a sly grin etching his lips.
“Someone seems to be having fun.”
Floyd cocked his head backward, mouth continuing to hang open as he appeared to draw closer to his climax. He couldn’t contain his bouts of manic laughter, “Aha! … ahahaha- well what do expect??Ah-!” He bit his lip to point that it bled, “Mmm~ the best! Shrimpy’s just the best!! This is so fun!”
Jade would’ve commented on that if you hadn’t hummed around him, the vibrations seizing his attention at the same time the flat of your tongue curled around him like a lollipop.
Still, Floyd didn’t need any further encouragement to start picking up speed. The combined liquids between you both made it easy to feverishly plunge in and out of your core like his life depended on it, his body soon keeling over yours to harshly grip the sheets on either side of you, your chests rubbing against one another with every rock. At that moment, his body pushed him over the edge as he finished off the last of his vigorous thrusts, his choked moans echoing against your chest upon releasing inside you. His hot breath fanned over your skin, his hips still partially jutting against yours to savor the last remnants of his euphoric frenzy. He would’ve kissed you right then if you weren’t already busy taking care of his brother, but seeing as how you were, he had to settle for raking his lips across your collarbone for the time being, mindlessly nibbling on the skin.
Through heady breaths, Jade spoke up again, “Felt good?”
Floyd only hiccupped with eyes closed, forehead rolling to press into your shoulder as he hummed a pleasing note, “Try it, Jade~,” he gleefully slurred.
“Mm, I was- ngh-, planning to,” he glanced down at you mindlessly working as much of his dick you could stroke, lick, and suck on. And as erotic as you were with clouded eyes and no sense of apprehension, Jade had to reluctantly back away to begin his next step. That isn’t to say you didn’t whimper at the loss of contact, a sticky line of drool connecting your bottom lip to the head of his cock. In fact, it took all of Jade’s willpower not to push it back in when he saw how positively destitute your eyes plead to him.
And just as Jade shifted his position, Floyd also unceremoniously lifted himself from off your body, finally pulling himself from out of your sopping hole and tumbling next to you. Now a bit more comfortable, he used his hand to prop his head up so as to get a better look at your face. In doing so, he tittered to himself, “Shrimpy’s all messy. Mess her up more, Jade.” Together with his teasing, his free hand pushed some hair behind your ear before playfully tracing the bruised marks on your neck with his index finger.
“Any more than you already have?” Jade amusingly asked, sitting between your legs as Floyd had once done. With his thumb, he could gently hook a digit into your wet entrance, his eyes trailing the leaking mix of cum and fluid dripping out of you. Seemed like Floyd had prepped you properly. Well, with as much lube as he had poured onto you, it was no wonder why he had slipped in so easily. Yet while Jade prodded your hole, you squirmed in your spot, your body reflexively turning over to lay on your stomach. You were much too overstimulated for him to be doing that as displayed by the twitching in your leg muscles, the rest of you trembling where you lay.
Even so, Jade took this new positional opportunity for himself by taking hold of your hips and lifting them up so your upper half naturally bent down, face settling against the pillow.
“Just relax now and-” Jade gently murmured, sliding into your warmth before abruptly biting back a moan. He had to close his eyes for a moment, the entirety of his cock buried deep inside you as he relished in the fact that Floyd had just fucked the lights out of you but you were still so receptive to him. It almost felt natural with how much you clamped down on him. Like it was your sole purpose to love and milk their cocks for all they were worth. God, you were something extraordinary. To them, this not only solidified their love for you, but their resolve to never let another person lay their hands on you again. Your soul and your body had been brought into this world for them to cherish and worship with all their being, wasn’t it?
“Nice, huh?” Floyd nudged, his body practically saddled against yours as his tongue slipped out to lick the shell of your ear, his dexterous fingers still tenderly combing through your hair.
With the stimulation as it was, it was any wonder how you were still conscious with how terribly your blood pumped in your ears, the entirety of your body feverish and numb. Poor dear likely couldn’t tell left from right as your eyes failed to focus on anything, the only response they could garner from you being your wanton speech mewling from overstimulation.
Jade wouldn’t respond to Floyd’s rhetoric as he dragged out of you only to jut his hips forward and earn another yelp of your voice. This was it, this was the connection his physical body had ached for whenever you were near. Jade always had to play the considerate man to appease those around him, but he wouldn’t have been able to guess how much of your genuine spirit drew him in like the light at the end of a tunnel. Though it would be you, wouldn’t it? You that he would follow for the rest of his days. And truthfully, it didn’t take telepathy to see the same desire flickering on Floyd’s face day in and day out. Just the simple adoration Jade could see in his brother’s eyes as he himself really took hold of you, his thrusts picking up to create deliciously slick noises that seized all of the other’s attention.
Watching you claw at the sheets beneath you was so cute, the lovey murmurs you stammered even more attractive as Jade collected all of the pent-up pleasure you rewarded him with earlier and chased after both of your climaxes. It almost felt as though your core was burning with the number of eager thrusts he used to hold you to him. The sensation itself twice euphoric yet maddening. Every bit of his muscles shuddered for some sort of relief, his hips now moving entirely on their own as he bottomed out with every shift. His heavy breaths inaudibly panting into your ear.
He was close. He was so so close. You just couldn’t keep your hips up anymore which forced him to fuck you deeper into the mattress. Even at this point, Floyd was beginning to rile himself up again as he shamelessly brought his hand down to listlessly stroke his semi-hard cock. Your mess of a face combined with the sheen of sweat, tears, and saliva edged him on so temptingly, after all.
Your core ached, you ached, it was hot and sore with every shift of your body, yet the more momentum you experienced, the more your body craved it. Just the tip of the iceberg until Jade dug his nails into your flesh, the pressure he used to hold you to him almost enough to break the skin as he halted and released inside of you, his limbs clenching while strings of cum stuffed any remaining space it could fill. Remnants of Floyd’s seed mixing into his.
In terms of your own body’s response, the muscles in your legs couldn’t stop convulsing. The grasp you had on the blankets was so tight, they would’ve torn if your nails were sharp enough. You didn’t even have a voice left to choke on as any signs of your climax were halfway muffled by the sheets and the other by Floyd’s attempts to slip his tongue into your mouth the moment you were vulnerable.
Surprisingly enough, however, with your sudden high painfully ebbing away, your thoughts were granted a moment of clarity as you gradually heaved air in and out of your lungs. With this, you were able to blearily register the heavy weight on your back, one that was breathing just as heavily, if not, a bit lighter than you were. Puffs of hot air breathing down your neck as you also came to recognize the thick shaft on said body still buried snugly inside you. Even then, there was a foreign, wet tongue idly lapping at the saliva that you had dribbling from your lip; you shifted your head in the other direction before earning a whine from the assailant.
Piecing together fragments of your surviving strength, you weakly reached for the headboard in front of you only for a hand to snatch your wrist, pushing it down to the mattress. While a sudden wave of modest fear crept into your veins, one thing you couldbe relieved for was the weight behind you peeling back and uncomfortably slipping out of you. Taking advantage of this spare moment, you shifted so that you could flip onto your back, struggling to prop yourself on your elbows. Just when you managed to though, a palm pressed to your cheek, Floyd’s gleeful expression coming into view.
“Tired? But we’re not done with you~.” The corners of his lips devilishly curled up before he nodded forward to smoosh his mouth to the cheek opposite of what he was holding. After emitting an audible ‘muah!’, he pulled away with a giggle, baring his sharp teeth in a grin even wider than before.
“That’s-” you just barely managed to gasp when a hand on the opposite side of you delicately caressed from your thigh up to your stomach using only the pads of the fingers. Darting your eyes, you caught a glimpse of Jade crawling up to your side so that he practically mirrored his brother’s posture. With that, Floyd also laid on hand on your stomach, the pair of them peering down at you with focused scrutiny. If you squinted, would you have just been imagining the subtle hearts reflected in their luminous eyes?
“Floyd, she’s still conscious. Seems we haven’t loved her enough,” Jade quipped.
“Awhh, you’re right, Jade. Looks like we still haven’t fucked every last remnant of her world out of her skull yet~,” Floyd returned.
The two of them simultaneously bowed their heads to award proper kisses to the corners of your lips.
“After all, you won’t need to go back there; you’re part of our world now.”
I think one of my favorite Yandere tropes that I don’t see very much is the bystander perspective. I’ll use Rook and Vil as an example since they’re the ones I think about the most. Note: This is just a rough idea.
The trope begins in Rook’s perspective. Rook has always loved spending time with Vil. Rook will always be the most devoted and pay the most attention. Soon, he starts to notice that Vil has been distracted lately; the man wistfully sighs, he’s red in the face on many occasions and he seems to be preening himself more often than usual. It doesn’t take Rook long to figure out that Vil is only doing this because he’s been spending time with you. And what a development this is! Rook’s Roi du Poison is in love with the prefect! He would have never guessed but is nonetheless supportive. After all, he quite likes you and thinks that if Vil wants to be with you, he shouldn’t have any personal qualms about it.
But Vil’s behavior only becomes stranger. The man seems to constantly think about you, what you’re doing, what you’re wearing. Vil can always be found fussing over you or trying to put a hand somewhere on your person. Rook doesn’t say anything at first, thinking that this might be something you personally like about Vil.
But you don’t.
Rook can see your unease around Vil with every passing day. You didn’t use to be uneasy around the dorm leader, but even Rook could tell that his lovely Roi du Poison has changed over time. The two of you hadn’t even been dating! It was all a matter of courtship, Vil would explain after Rook attempted to tell him to tone down his advances. He loves Vil (maybe more than a friend) but he doesn’t want this behavior to scare you away. And he loves you! (maybe more than a friend) because he wants you to like Vil in return so the two of you can be happy together.
But any and all tension that was in the budding relationship suddenly ceases to be one day when one of your friends frantically announces that you’ve gone missing. No one can find you anywhere. Rook hesitantly looks to Vil, but upon hearing the news, the dorm leader rushes out of the room. Rook later finds him sobbing in a secluded area where he subsequently reaches his arms out to hold him. He was a fool to suspect his Roi du Poison of all people. He should have known better.
And when the days turn into weeks, Rook busies himself with one of two things: Consoling Vil during the day and searching for you at night. It’s the least he could do for the ones he loves. Except when he returns to the dorm earlier than he had planned one night. After another uneventful expedition with the first years from Heartslabyul and Savanaclaw, Rook decides to turn in early, hoping to find Vil in bed so he could check on him. But when he enters the room, no one’s there. After a quick scan, he deduces that the man must be elsewhere, but before he leaves, he takes note of a light peeking from the closet. Curiously, he opens it to find a small floor hatch that reveals a dark staircase when peeled open. With not a thought to his own safety, Rook heads down this narrow stairwell until he emerges into a dimly lit, quaintly furnished room. Senses on high alert as he carefully traverses the place, he quietly examines the velvety carpeting, plush bed, and blanket-covered walls. There are trinkets and drawers stuffed to the brim with feminine items and clothes.
It was then that the small bump on the bed he thought had been pillows began to move. Once it fully sat up, Rook’s breath caught in his throat upon seeing you blearily wipe the sleep from your eyes. Upon seeing him, however, your expression doesn’t change. You only gaze at him with a dazed look. “Darling? Oh, hm… you’re not darling… who are you?”
The door Rook had entered closes behind him but it wasn’t as if he hadn’t heard those familiar steps coming down the stairs. Calmly, he turns around to come face to face with Vil whose face, uncharacteristically bare, was still beautiful in all its dead-eyed glory. Vil wordlessly strode past Rook, opening his arms up to you who accepts his embrace with no resistance. In fact, you appear to relish in it as you wholeheartedly lean into Vil and thread your fingers into his hair. Vil kisses your neck in return, breathing in deeply before shifting so he could sit on the bed with you tucked under his arm. His expression was almost scary with how little he emote upon addressing Rook. Vil asks him whether he was going to turn him in now that he knew your whereabouts. Rook admits to having been surprised, but was currently unsure of what he would do. He finally understood what the empty vials on the bedside table were and why your attention never seemed to drift from Vil. Should he be upset…?
Or jealous?
My, his Roi du Poison really did put on a show-stopping performance each day you were gone. Rook actually fell for the crocodile tears and streaked mascara. Now look at him, the egg was on hisface! Of course, the scenario, as it would play out, leads to Rook keeping the secret and revealing to the audience that he himself might have always had a bit of yandere in him, too. Not just for Reader, but for Vil as well. His love had grown too strong.
Which is the gist of the bystander perspective trope. The friend of the Yandere watching the Yandere slowly develop feelings for the reader. A story, in which, we see all the creepy happenings from the friend’s perspective and their internal monologue of the scenario. Whether or not the friend is against the Yandere’s tendencies can be left up to the author. Like my scenario, though, it’s always fun to see the friend reveal that they might be a little Yandere themselves (sometimes due to the real yandere’s influence. They’re friends, after all.) And this trope can be used with any good friend pair. ;)
Warnings: technically childhood friends to lovers, forbidden lovers, it seems angsty but there’s a happy ending. (cause ya girl can’t do angst)
Authors Note: hi hi! This is very different from what I normally post! But honestly I really enjoyed doing it! And I think it came out pretty okay also I had to mention bokuto cause I can’t have kuroo without Bo hehe <33 this piece is for @introlovesonce upon a time collab!Thank you so much for hosting lovely!
although this piece is SFW, minors you’re not welcome here :):)
The princess that Kuroo was betrothed to wasn’t all that bad.
She had a pretty face, although Kuroo believed she’d be a little prettier if she wasn’t scowling all the time. She tended to only smile when the two of them made public appearances around the kingdom, eyes alight for commoners waving at them on the horse and buggy only to dim as soon as they entered the castle gates. He never understood why she looked at her compact mirror so much, doing it so much she almost forgot he was present sometimes, only coming to acknowledge him with a little nod when she snapped the golden compact shut. He really tried to get to know her better, all the jokes he seemed to tell only made her look more bewildered, brows furrowing up before she’d speak. “I don’t understand what you’re trying to tell me.”
Pairing-Sugar daddy Gojo Satoru x Fem! Sugarbaby! black reader
Summary- Gojo dosent ask for much-all rights to your body, complete respect and for you to act like you have sense in public. unfortunately for him ,you like test his patience.
content warnings- Fem anatomy, porn w/plot, established relationship, light feature descriptions, spanking/punishment, thigh fucking, pussy eating, bratty reader, Edging/orgasm denial semi public (a car). Dom-sub dynamics excessive use of the pet name love |Tell me if i missed anything. Mdni
You wish he had picked a different dress,
The red louis Vuitton one you’re wearing is stunning, -like everything else you had in your closet- of course, but you hate it nonetheless.
You had originally planned on wearing something from the Burberry fall collection Satoru had gifted you last year, but he had refused to let you
“leave the house looking like no one takes care of you.”
You had scoffed at that, taken back at his bluntness -he’s was the one who had bought you the collection in the first place-but he hadn’t budged, plopping right down in his usual manspreading style and announcing that you had ten minutes to“find something suitable” before he canceled the reservations all together.
It had taken three outfit changes and a lot of harsh critiquing on gojo’s part before you finally walked out in something to his liking. Causing you to be at least a good thirty minutes late to the restaurant hehad chosen.
See that’s what makes you so pissed.
everything about your relationship exists on gojos terms. The meeting places, the meeting times, how many times a week you were to show up at his beck and call.
Of course, you weren’t expecting some divine authority, you were his sugar baby after all, not his wife -but still, there were times you felt more like a child with no control over anything than an adult in established relationship. You were old enough to pick your own outfits, your hairstyles, what perfumes to wear without him looming over you with infantile disapproval.
gojo greeting the waiter pulled you out of your thoughts-well more the waiter pulled you out of your thoughts. He was tall, lean, and well built. His hair was pulled into a ponytail and his face was oh so rideable handsome. “ The lady will order first, of course,” Gojo said. You perked up opening your menu.
“ Aww, what a shame” you sighed. Pushing out your chest ever so slightly.
Gojo cocked a white eyebrow at you, recognizing the sultry tone of your voice instantly.
“They don’t appear to have you on the menu” you pout eyes locked on the waiter, his cheeks getting darker. You could hear Gojo’s breathing hitch but only for a split second. After taking your orders the poor boy walked away awkwardly, the tent in his pants very visible.
Gojos piercing blue eyes were going to burn a hole in your skull but still, he said nothing about your little show.
You finished your dinner and exited the restaurant thinking you had got away scot-free, but as the chauffeur brought the car around and you went to get in on the other side, Gojo pulled you back into his chest. “Satoru what are you-
"Shut the fuck up.” His voice doesn’t change from his usual cheery one but the grip on your arm hurts.
He enters the car first and pulls you onto his lap. “ Straight home,” He says to the chauffeur who nods and pulls off. “Gojo I thought we were going to go to the movies after dinner-
"And I thought I told you to shut the fuck up” he spits out through gritted teeth, tone still light and airy.
“ you think you’re funny right,” he asks more to himself than you, hand trailing down to the waistband of your underwear. “Acting like a little slut with no home training”
“G-gojo”, you try again “shouldn’t we wait until we’re back at your place…”
“You seemed so eager with that waiter though” He continues forcing your legs further apart, “Besides this pretty brown pussy seems to be eager too” The sloppy sounds your cunt was making were fucking embarrassing.
“fucking asshole.” you think to yourself.
The drive back to Gojo’s house seems to take hours but you know it couldn’t have been more than thirty minutes . Thirty long humiliating minutes of gojo finger fucking you as if there wasn’t another person in the car. And by the time you finally make it inside his house you’re dripping and on edge. Dress long-along with every things else you were wearing long discarded.
—
“Now love,” He says taking off his suit jacket,“ The better part of my judgment says I should tie you to my bedpost and keep a vibrator on that cute little clit all night, He pauses for a second as if contemplating something in his head.
"but I wanna bruise that ass, so face down ass up,” He says nonchalantly, the buckle of his Ferragamo belt jingling. You hesitate for a second, “G-Gojo you know I was the only jok-
"Ten seems fair, right love? But, if I have to repeat myself we might have to hit 20.” He sighs. You know there’s no talking him out of it so you get into position on his bed.
“ Ten lashes, A count and thank you, sir, after each hit, if you fail to do either of those things we restart.” you can almost hear him smirk “ You know how this works”
The first hit is unexpected, usually, he gives you some type of indication that he’s about to start but you still manage to spit out an “O-One! Thank you, sir”
“ You have such a nice ass, it’s a shame you’re such a fucking brat” Gojo spit. the last word accentuated by the second lash. “T-Two! Thank you, sir, you whimper, hands grabbing at his satin sheets.
"Maybe I should take you back to that restaurant and fuck you on the table right in front of that little waiter that had you so enthralled hmm?” Gojo laughs bringing the belt down on your backside again.
“ Three! thank you, sir! You yell out voice breaking
” Do you think he could fuck you better than me, huh? Gojo asks thumb grazing over your clit" Think he’d be willing to put up with a spoiled fucking brat like I do.“ Gojo leans down close to your ear, brushing your braids to the side
"Do you think he could afford you?”
The belt comes down rapidly the next seven times and you’re not sure how you were able to keep up, but somehow you make it to the end of the count, falling into the mattress.
“Now there’s a good girl, Gojo sighs discarding of the rest of his clothes. "if only you acted like this all the time”. He smiles
“ Flip over and spread your fucking legs”. You don’t bother putting up a fight, ass stinging as you rotate on his bed.
“ Do you think you deserve daddy eating this sweet brown pussy?” He asks You falter for a second which earns you a rough slap to the cunt. “I’d rather not repeat myself, love.”
“N-no” You whimper, hoping that’s the answer he was looking for.
“ I don’t think so either, but lucky for you, your daddy is a very giving man”
He wastes no time attacking your cunt, hungry tongue licking circles on your clit before latching onto the bud and sucking. You squeal like a fucking piglet, your entire body tensing. “ Oh but don’t cum, f’ you do ’ll be ‘en more lashes” Gojo moans out Face still stuffed in your pussy.
Fucking asshole.
You try to think of anything else to distract you from the way the whitette is devouring you, but between the way his tongue swirls around inside of you and how he fingered you in the car you know, you won’t last long. Your hips begin to buck, a telltale sign you’re close to coming. “ You close love?” Gojo asks still nose deep in your cunt.
when you fail to answer he lets his teeth bite down slightly, but still enough to make you jerk “yes m’ close daddy. f-fuck I’m close”
He pulls away at that, wiping your juices off his mouth.
You groan in frustration as you feel your building orgasm fading away from you. “I don’t think you deserve to cum tonight, 'sides I wanna fuck those pretty soft thighs first.” He says already positioning his cock between the plush of your legs. “Push those fucking thighs together” he grunts as he slides himself between them, the friction of him rubbing against your cunt felt godsend.
“ er, so Fucking slutty, such a-mmm a fucking brat, but you’re my brat right, daddy’s cute little brat, I should make you choke on my cock after this cum down that throat and -just ignore that fucking pussy huh?
You know that he won’t.
Gojo always likes to cum inside of you, and even if you had fucked that waiter he would still want to end things with a creampie.
His hips stutter for a second and you almost think he came before you feel him slide out from between your thighs positioning his cock at your entrance.
"Usually love, I would enter you slowly, but you’re feeling quite daring today, so I think you could take it all in at once, you can handle that right?”
You don’t have time to answer before he thrust inside of you in one swift motion, the sheer size of him catching you off guard and the lewd sound of his balls slapping against your cunt sending butterflies to your throughout your body. Your hand flies up to touch his midsection, A signal that you need a second to adjust but it’s swiftly pinned above your head. “You’ll take it like a good girl, after all, you embarrassed daddy today”
He pounds into you at a rapid wild pace, trapping you against the mattress allowing you little reprieve and yet somehow still managing to batter against that spot inside of you, sending you closer and closer to going over the edge with each thrust.
“Your clenching, You’re close love” Gojo grunts out
Your tongue is lolling to the side, and you can feel the drool dripping from your lips, yet you can’t bring yourself to care about how embarrassing you no doubt look right now. The only thing that’s on your mind is your building release. Waves of pleasure crashing over and over and you feel so full, so full, so fucking full-
so empty?
“ I was - Fuck- I wasn’t joking when I said I don’t think you deserve to cum tonight love” Gojo whimpers out, cock sheathed in his fist as he fucks into it rapidly above your shaking form. His hips stutter once, twice, three times before he’s cumming, long stripes of white landing against your brown stomach. “ Fuck I love that contrast ” He sighs, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.
“Satoru y-you can’t be serious” You almost cry.
Gojo stands up flashing you his signature shit-eating grin as he makes his way to his bathroom.
“Maybe that waiter will finish you off, why don’t you go back to the restaurant and ask him”
“Fucking asshole.” You groan out as your fingers reach down to finish the job.
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This is my first fic on this acc lord so be easy on me, but reblogs and notes are always welcome of you enjoyed the piece.
cw: dry humping, dom bkg, dirty talk, pet names, praiiiiiiseeee!!! lmk if i missed anything!
synopsis: Sex with him feels electric, especially the desperate kind
mdni
You were being such a good girl for him while he was away on a mission, always calling him the same time of night, taking care of your shared apartment, but most importantly, not touching yourself. His sweet honest girl that would cry to him on the phone whining about how she “can’t cum without him” was the real tell tale sign you were telling the truth. Because in all honesty he thought you were gonna break, a month is a long time to go without falling apart at the hands of your lover, or well any hands for that matter, but he knew you were good for him. So good. Which is why tonight, after all that waiting, he’s finally gonna take you like he’s dreamt about for so long.
He so badly just wanted to lunge across the table and rip off your beautiful expensive dress to fuck you right there, wandering eyes be damned. But he was a man of patience and he wanted to make you feel good, put your needs first instead of his for once… aka give you the best “I missed you” sex of your life. Bakugou was absolutely determined that by the end of the night you would be crying on his cock after cumming an absurd amount of times at his will.
“Suki are you okay? You’ve been staring at me this whole time.” You shyly speak, worry lacing your tone.
Warnings: mentions of alcohol, smut, biting, blood, Todoroki is kind of a dick in this one.
word count : 2,100 (about)
Summary: Shoto can’t help himself, he wants you.
Your cheeks were warm, and your head was spinning. “Do you want another drink?” your friend asked you blinked and thought about it.
“No- no I think I’m already too tipsy,” you said shaking your head before instantly regretting it your vision blurred and it took a few minutes to return to normal. She grinned at you
“Trashed,” she mouthed before seeing herself off to the bar, away from the table you’d managed to secure. You followed her with your eyes and as you did, your gaze caught someone else.
A tall boy with split dyed hair was staring right at you. You felt your face heat up, as he smirked at you. He’d caught you staring, you smiled at him and waved. He took it as an invitation to walk over to you. You were glad, you didn’t think you could walk over to him.
“It’s a shame to see a pretty thing like you left all alone,” he purred sliding into the seat your friend had just left. He was closer now you could see his eyes were also two different colors. You found yourself lost in his eyes, there was something so unique about his gaze, you couldn’t tear yourself away from him.
“What?” you asked, realizing he’d just asked something. He laughed lightly at your dumbfounded expression.
“I said My Name is Shoto Todoroki what’s your name?” you took a minute to respond, his voice was deep and smooth it was almost as hypnotizing as his eyes.
“Nice to meet you,” he said, he took your hand in his and kissed the back of your palm.
“Wow,” you didn’t mean to say it out loud but you couldn’t help it.
“What brings you here tonight, Forgive me saying but you don’t exactly seem like the party type,” he asked. He hadn’t let go of your hand you noticed.
“M-My friend it’s her birthday,” you explained, dumbly. His hand moved then, from your hand to your face, picking a piece of glitter off your skin and discarding it casually.
“And this friend, would she be upset if you left with me?” he asked. Your cheek burned where he had touched you, you wanted badly to feel his touch elsewhere. Feel his lips.
“I don’t-” you started but were cut off. Two hands wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you to your feet out of your chair and away from the handsome stranger.
“No you don’t pervert, try again with someone sober, creep.” your friend scoffed, before pulling you out of the club entirely, where everyone else was waiting. You should have thanked her. You would have regretted going home with him in the morning, but still, at that moment, you really hated her.
Shoto sat looking at your abandoned seat and had to bite his hand to still his anger. He was hungry, and now that he had smelled your sweet blood nothing else would sate him.
He hated clubs like this but he’d caught your scent as you were entering and he had to follow you, He’d almost had you too, you were so close he could taste you on the air, you would have gone with him. You would have let him press you against the outside wall of the club and slide a hand up your legs and sink his teeth into your neck.
He normally didn’t play with his food like that, but you were enticing in more ways than one. He could almost feel it, the hot gush of blood filling his mouth as his fangs pierced you. Would you whimper for him? Squirm against his hands while he drank from you?
Shoto bit down on his palm again and forced himself to breathe. It was better this way. He tried to convince himself. Your smell was potent, and now that he had a sense of it he could find you again and this time when he caught you he wouldn’t have to hide away in some dark ally to feed off of you, he’d take you home somewhere private and then he’d have his fill.
The bright overhead lights made your eyes burn. You had taken today off knowing you’d be hungover but then two people called out sick, and you needed to cover. You could feel the blood pounding in your head. Your stomach churned, and you felt like your knees might give out.
You focused on your breathing. In through the nose, out through the mouth.
“Excuse me,” a customer asked and you snapped to attention, forcing you to focus.
“Hi! How can I help?” It was a long shift.
Your feet ached as you left the building and you lingered for a moment outside, it was dark now and you were grateful, the harsh sunlight might kill you.
You shouldn’t stay outside like this you knew, it was dangerous, but you lingered still letting yourself rest in the cold night air.
“Oh- it’s you,” your eyes fluttered open at the sound and you saw the man with the two-toned hair you’d met last night. Your heart jumped then instantly your face flushed with embarrassment you probably looked awful, you felt awful tired and still half hungover. You quickly started fussing with your clothes and hair trying to look presentable.
“I didn’t think you’d recognize me,” you said shyly. He smiled warmly at you.
“I didn’t, until I saw your face,” for some reason that made you flush, it was easier to hear his voice now, clear and beautiful. “Can I walk you home?” he asked, there was no way you could say no.
His name was Shoto Todoroki, you learned, He was in his early 20s and a full-time college student, in the summers he worked at his father’s company. And he was interested in you. He paused at your door and smiled at you,
“Could I take you out sometime?” He asked and again you couldn’t say no.
Shoto was having more fun than he should at your expense, but you were so easy, and he had you right where he wanted you, wrapped around his finger.
His throat burned when he was with you, he had to fight not to sink his teeth into you when you strayed too close to him, clumsy flirting, but he restrained himself. He had already decided he didn’t want a fling with you.
What a waste it would be to just drink from you then trance you, to make you forget it all then move on to his next hunt. He could only get away with that once maybe twice, if you saw him again the memories would flood back to you, magic could only do so much.
No, he’d tell you what he was, he’d show you the truth of what he was and he would make you beg for him to bite you, then he would drink until he got sick of your blood then he would trance you, and you’d forget all about him.
You were in his lap now grinding shamelessly against his hard cock moaning when you got that extra bit of friction. Your hands were tangled in his hair holding his face flush to yours. You didn’t let him up for air as you sucked on his tongue.
You were cute, Shoto thought, so desperate so needy. It was hard now to control himself. He could bite your tongue, or scratch your lip, and then your blood would be on his tongue.
“Baby,” he moaned finally stealing his mouth back from you. He looked at your dizzy face. “Can I make you feel good?” he asked, reaching up, thumbing over your neck he could almost feel your heart skip a beat, your pretty heart, pumping your pretty blood.
You’d taken it surprisingly well, learning the truth that he was a vampire, you were so trusting so naive.
“Yes,” you breathed “I want you to drink from me Shoto,” you pleaded. What a good obedient animal you were, tilting your head to the side for him, and pulling the neck of your shirt down showing your beautiful neck.
“It’s a little Chilche drinking for your neck,” he laughed, you flinched back feeling silly,
“Oh, uhm where-” he pulled you in again and kissed you deeply, making your head spin. He took away your shirt, and your bra stripped leaving your top half-naked.
“I didn’t say I didn’t like it,” he purred, his voice a deep groan. You really were a hot thing. He was rock hard in his pants and seeing your hard nipples wasn’t doing anything to ease that ache between his legs. He would bite you then fuck you he decided. He kissed your neck, he left wet kisses along your pulse point.
“Are you ready? Are you sure?” he asked quietly against your skin.
“Yes,” you confirmed again leaning into his touch. So good for him.
It was heaven, your blood on his tongue, sweet and flavorful very much worth the wait, he moaned to himself as he sucked on your neck, drinking down your blood.
You squealed in his lap gripping his shoulders tight holding him close, you writhed against him as the pleasure washed over you. Heat pooled in your stomach making your cunt twitch.
You moaned his name over and over again until he pulled away panting.
“That was-” he kissed you before you could finish. You could taste the metallic taste of your own blood on his tongue but somehow you didn’t mind. Especially when his hand trailed down your body and started playing with your dripping sex.
“Oh you really liked it,” he teased. You could only whimper as he gently started pushing his thick fingers in and out of you.
“Do you want more baby? Can you take all of me inside of you?” he teased.
“Y-Yes please,” you moaned bucking your hips against his hand as he fingered you. Shoto watched with wrapped attention as his digits sunk deep inside of you, you were so tight, just around his fingers he couldn’t imagine what you would feel like squeezing his cock.
“You taste so good Baby, I could spend all day drinking your blood,” he purred, hitching his fingers up and hitting a soft spot deep inside of you. There was more truth to Shoto’s words than he cared to admit, if he hadn’t been careful he might have drained you completely. He was determined to stay patient so he could drink from you again and again, and use you to your fullest before he let you go.
“Can I fuck you? I want to make my sweet baby cum,” he groaned. You fell back off of him landing on the soft bed and pulling him on top of you.
“Fuck me,” you demanded, he smiled to himself where was the sweet babbling toy he had just a few moments ago? He wondered how long the boldness would last.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he pushed into you, Shoto had to take hold of your jaw to get your eyes back on him,
“Look at me when I fuck you,” he ordered, slowly drawing his hips back and pushing back forward. He could tell you wanted to close your eyes in pleasure but obediently you kept them open, looking at him.
Shoto focused on the space where your bodies connected, he watched as his cock disappeared deep inside of you. He stroked your clit with one hand and used the other to pitch up one of your legs, holding you open for him.
You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and brought him down towards you kissing him again. He felt good and heavy against you, his nails dug into your leg and he moaned into the kiss.
You couldn’t help the rush of pride, He was a Vampire, Hundreds of years old, he must have slept with hundreds of women, but you were making him moan, he was moaning into your neck how good you feel, he was cumming inside of you.
Shoto lazily rand his fingers over your shoulder. It was late but he wasn’t tired being a vampire changed the way he slept. He hadn’t been planning on staying, but you fell asleep on top of his chest, trapping him. He found he was happy to stay which surprised him. Shoto leaned down and kissed the top of your head, it was rare that he found someone so enticing who was also pleasant to be around. But he was glad he had found you nevertheless.
It was the night of the premiere of The Phantom’s opera, the orchestra was tuning all their instruments, and Phil was having the ballet dancers stretch and rehearse one last time before the performance. From outside the chief officer was standing in front of Wilbur, Schlatt, and Quackity observing and supervising the proceedings. Inside there was a hidden marksman in box five with a trigger happy finger.
The chief officer, whose name was Sapnap, continued talking to his subordinates, “when you hear the whistle, take up your positions. I’ll then instruct you to secure the doors. All doors must be properly secured…” he continued and Quackity turned to Schlatt suddenly feeling nauseous,
“Are we doing the right thing, Schlatt?”
“You’ve got a better idea”
Sapnap then turned to Wilbur, “am I okay to give the order Soot?”
“Give the order.”
He grinned and the chief blew into his whistle, his men fanned out leaving Schlatt, Quackity, and Wilbur standing there. Wilbur walked inside to where the hidden marksman was and looked at him, “Remember when the time comes, shoot. Only if you have to-but shoot to kill.” The marksman couldn’t have been older than Tommy and Ranboo, but he was said to have perfect aim,
“How will I know…sir?”
“You’ll know.”
“Señor Soot, are you confident that this will work? Will Miss Daae sing?” Quackity asked nervously finding Wilbur, Schlatt as always was at his side.
“Don’t worry Quackity. I have this all under control. Sapnap!” He called and the man looked up at him in Box Five, “Updates?”
“My men are now in position, sir.”
“Go ahead, then.”
The whistle was blown once more and the doors were double-checked and they were perfectly secure. There was a long silence where even the orchestra didn’t dare play, the silence was broken a few minutes later by none other than the Phantom.
“I’m here: The Phantom of the Opera.”
Chaos struck as the officers began to rush in the direction of the voice, “I’m here: The Phantom of the Opera.” He seemed to muse from another part of the room, and it continues to happen the voice bouncing around from corner to corner until it was heard from behind the curtain on center stage. The marksman gathered his courage and fired a shot into the curtains, Wilbur rounded on the boy furiously.
“Idiot! You’ll kill someone. I said: only when the time comes!”
“But, Mr. Soot-”
“No "buts!”
“For once, Monsieur Soot is right.” The Phantom’s voice echoed from atop of the chandelier once more, “Seal my fate tonight. I hate to have to cut the fun short but the joke’s wearing thin. Let the audience in. Let my opera begin!” He hissed and the lights in the opera house cut off, the show was about to begin. The set of the final scene of the Phantom’s Opera was set, and so far everyone played their parts splendidly. There is a huge hall with an arch, behind the arch, there were curtains and a bed. A fine table was set for two. There is a crowd of sixteenth-century ruffians and hoydens, who were proud of their master’s reputation as a libertine. The chorus began to sing,
“Here the sire may serve the dam, here the master takes his meat! Here the sacrificial lamb utters one despairing bleat! Poor young maiden! For the thrill on your tongue of stolen sweets, you will have to pay the bill -tangled in the winding sheets! Serve the meal and serve the maid! Serve the master so that, when tables, plans, and maids are laid, Don Juan triumphs once again!”
George’s fiancè played, Don Juan, the lead male in the show, the short man puffed out his chest, “faithful friend, once again recite the plan.”
“Your young guest believes I’m you -I, the master, you, the man.” The actor who played Passarino began with a hum.
Don Juan continued, “When you met you wore my cloak, with my scarf you hid your face. She believes she dines with me, in her master’s borrowed place! Furtively, we’ll scoff and quaff, stealing what, in truth, is mine. When it’s late and modesty starts to mellow, with the wine.”
“You come home! I use your voice -slam the door like the crack of doom!”
“I shall say: "come -hide with me! Where, oh, where? Of course -my room!”
“Poor thing hasn’t got a chance!” Passarino chuckled darkly as the actor playing Don Juan handed his outfit to the man.
“Here’s my hat, my cloak, and sword. Conquest is assured if I do not forget myself and laugh.” Don Juan’s actor puts on Passarino’s cloak and goes into the curtained alcove where the bed awaits. As your voice approaches singingly happily in the distance, George’s husband feels something tight against his neck. Before he can even scream he is hung, and the last face he is greeted with is the mask of the Phantom.
“No thoughts within her head, but thoughts of joy! No dreams within her heart but dreams of love!“ You called happily from offstage,
“Master?” Passarino called helplessly,
“Passarino -go away! For the trap is set and waits for its prey.” Techno’s voice responded, the actor leaves and you enter none the wiser of the predicament. You take off your cloak and sit down happily on one of the plush chairs, you glance around and see no one. You grin taking an apple from the table and biting into it, suddenly your heart jumps seeing Don Juan, or someone who looks like him, enter the stage.
“You have come here in pursuit of your deepest urge, in pursuit of that wish, which till now has been silent, silent. I have brought you, that our passions may fuse and merge in your mind you’ve already succumbed to me and dropped all defenses. Completely succumbed to me now you are here with me: no second thoughts, you’ve decided, decided. Past the point of no return -no backward glances: the games we’ve played till now are at an end. Past all thought of "if” or “when” -no use resisting: abandon thought, and let the dream descend. What raging fire shall flood the soul? What rich desire unlocks its door? What sweet seduction lies before us? Past the point of no return, the final threshold -what warm, unspoken secrets will we learn? Beyond the point of no return.” He sang, his voice echoing beautifully off the walls of the theatre, you blinked a few times before singing back in response,
“You have brought me to that moment where words run dry, to that moment where speech disappears into silence, silence. I have come here, hardly knowing the reason why. In my mind, I’ve already imagined our bodies entwining defenseless and silent -and now I am here with you: no second thoughts, I’ve decided, decided. Past the point of no return -no going back now: our passion-play has now, at last, begun. Past all thought of right or wrong -one final question: how long should we two wait, before we’re one? When will the blood begin to race? The sleeping bud burst into bloom? When will the flames, at last, consume us?” Your voice crescendoed as Technoblade joined in your singing, your voices mixed strikingly well together, “Past the point of no return the final threshold -the bridge is crossed, so stand and watch it burn. We’ve passed the point of no return.”
You weren’t stupid you realized almost immediately that the man before you was none other than Technoblade and by the rustling, in the audience, the police realized it as well.
“Say you’ll share with me one love, one lifetime. Lead me, save me from my solitude.” Techno held out a silver ring while pulling you close, he gently placed it on your finger, “Say you want me with you, here beside you. Anywhere you go let me go too -(Y/n) that’s all I ask of YOU.” Technoblade screamed the last word as you ripped the mask from his face, revealing his scars to the entire audience. They scream in horror as Techno sweeps his cloak around you and you vanish from you, you faintly heard Tommy’s screams in the distance, George’s husband had been discovered.
“You’re a good actor.” You whisper to Techno as you both rush through the crypt below the opera house, you heard him chuckle from in front of you.
“Why would you think anything else my Siren?”
___
Everyone rushed onto the stage as soon as Tommy shrieked, George arrived first,
“What is it? What has happened?” He screamed next tumbling back into Schlatt’s arms,
“Oh, my fucking God. My god, we’re fucking ruined.”
“My husband’s dead and that’s all you can think about!” George shrieked in pure fury, meanwhile, Phil grabbed onto Wilbur’s arm and pulled him away from the pandemonium.
“Soot come with me!” Phil led Wilbur back into the inner workings backstage, “I know where they are.”
“But can I trust you?” Wilbur asked raising a brow but Phil only shushed him, something was swimming in Phil’s eyes like he somehow knew what was really going on here.
“You must. But remember keep your hand at the level of your eyes!” Phil held his hand up to demonstrate,
“But why?”
Phil had the gall to laugh at him “Why? The Punjab lasso, Soot. First Dream. Now George’s husband…”
Tommy appeared out of the darkness beside him, “Like this. I’ll come with you Wilbur.”
“No, Tommy! No, you stay here!” Phil hissed grabbing the boy’s arm he grits his teeth and frowned, “Come with me. Hurry, or we shall be too late.”
—
Techno and yourself were back down into his beautifully lit dungeon, it was a bit messier than you recalled however you raised a brow at him. He flushed under your gaze, “I don’t take breakups well…” He muttered under his breath almost frantically trying to collect his stray clothes and blankets. You giggled,
“Hey, it’s alright. Why…why do you stay here anyway?” You asked carefully and he fidgeted with the blanket in his hands.
“I bound and chained in this cold and dismal place…Not for any mortal sin, but for…you know…” He gestured to his mask and you frowned, “I’m horrific.”
“You’re hardly horrific.” He flushed pink at your words and waved you off, both you and Techno’s head snapped in the direction of what seemed to be a mob of voices, all chanting the same thing:
“Track down this murderer! He must be found!”
“Fuck…” Techno hissed his eloquence seemed to be forgotten as his pupils shrunk in panic, “you know…before you…my Siren I was met with hatred by everyone, everywhere I went with no compassion.” He took your hands within your own and squeezed them tightly,
“I know.” You spoke tenderly pressing a kiss to his lips, they were chapped and he let out the sweetest whimper against your own. “I know, Wilbur and I will take care of you. Just play along my angel, there are eyes everywhere.”
—
Wilbur and Phil ran down the steps of the cavern, their hands up and above the level of their eyes. Rat’s scurried across their feet and Phil grunted in displeasure,
“It’s always rats. Why can’t it be crows, I much prefer crows…” He said to no one in particular. They came upon a lake and Phil stopped turning to Wilbur, “He lives across the lake. This is as far as I dare go. Tommy…he needs his father.” Phil began to trail off and Wilbur only smiled,
“Phil. Thank you.”
“Protect them.” Phil swallowed grabbing onto Wilbur’s shoulder and giving it a tight squeeze, Wilbur understood that Phil knew all along. He nodded slightly as Phil departed back up the stone steps and out of sight. He heard him faintly talking to the mob, he had to work fast, he tossed his coat to the side and jumped into the water.
—
You gently led him over to the bed and had him sit down on it, you slowly undid the braid from his hair letting it spill gracefully over his shoulders. Your fingers trailed his scalp and he groaned in pleasure as you began to work your fingers through the knots and tangles. “You know everything I say is going to be for dramatics yeah, in a few minutes I’m going to spit venom at you. So it can look like Wilbur and I put up a fight.”
“I know my dear.”
“It’s gonna hurt your feelings.”
“I’ll deal with a few hurt feelings if I get an eternity with you.” He turned to look at you, his mask rested on the bed and your fingers moved to trace the scars. Techno let out a shaky breath and leaned that side of his face into your hands. You felt your cheeks warm,
“You have to share remember that.” Techno only grunted giving a slight nod of his head in response. “Techno…” You warned,
“I know, I know.”
Once more the mob grew in volume and you heard Wilbur call both of your names, it was time for the show to begin. Technoblade groaned unpleasantly reaching for his mask and securing it back on his face, “Alright darling let me have it. Put on your best permanence yet.” You smiled pulling him over to the entrance of his lair, he grabbed your arm harshly his lips morphing into a horrid snarl.
“Have you gorged yourself at last, in your lust for blood?” Your shrieks bounced off the walls of the cavern. “Am I now to be prey to your lust for flesh!”
The Phantom only grunted in displeasure, “That fate, which condemns me to wallow in blood has also denied me the joys of the flesh. This face -the infection which poisons our love. This face earned a mother’s fear and loathing. A mask, my first unfeeling scrap of clothing.” Technoblade reached out and pulled a veil from his table and placed it on your head, “Pity comes too late -turn around and face your fate: an eternity of this!“ He pointed to his face. "before your eyes!” He brought you close, so close your chests were almost touching,
“This haunted face holds no horror for me now. It’s in your soul that the true distortion lies.” You snarled as the Phantom’s face lit up with delight, Wilbur crawled out of the water and was holding tightly onto the portcullis. It blocked him from getting to you and the Phantom,
“My dear it looks like we have guests! Sir, this is indeed an unparalleled delight! I had rather hoped that you would come. And now my wish comes true -you have truly made my night!” Wilbur hissed grasping onto the gate so hard his knuckles were turning white,
“Free her! Do what you like only free her! Have you no pity?” He pleaded and Techno rolled his entire head, looking over at you with a bored expression,
“Your lover makes a passionate plea.”
“Wil it’s useless…”
“I love her! Doesn’t that count for something! I love her! Show some compassion!”
It had been the angriest you’ve ever seen Techno, his red eyes flashing with pain and anger, “The world showed no compassion to me!”
Wilbur whimpered, “Just let me see her…”
“Ha! Be my guest, sir.” Techno sneered waving his hand as the fence began to rise and Wilbur entered, as soon as he was inside the gate snapped shut again. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the flickers of the mob’s torches, he gave Techno a subtle nod, “I bid you welcome! Did you think that I would harm her? Why should I make her pay for the sins which are yours?” He cackled taking the lasso of death and wrapping it tightly around Wilbur’s neck. The end of the rope was hung in the air, Wilbur let out a choked gasp grabbing at the rope that was now holding him suspended. “Order your horses now! Raise up your hand to the level of your eyes! Nothing can save you now -except perhaps (Y/n)…” The Phantom turned to her with an elated grin, “Start a new life with me. Buy his freedom with your love! Refuse me, and you send your lover to his death! This is the choice! This is the point of no return!” Technoblade growled throwing his hands out to the sides for dramatic flair his cape spilling around him in the water. His pupils were small pinpricks as he grinned at you, his tusks bare and deadly, waiting to snap you up in his jaws.
“The tears I have shed for your dark fate grow cold and turn to tears of hate.” You spat out making a move to run to Wilbur but the Phantom only tutted childishly,
“(Y/n) forgive me please forgive me. I did it all for you, and all for nothing. Either way, you choose, he has to win.”
Techno snorted in pure sadistic glee, “So my Siren, do you end your days with me, or do you send this trash to his own grave?”
“Why make her lie to you, to save me?” Wilbur spat through a cry struggling for a breath,
“Angel of Music…” You pleaded as Wilbur’s eyes widened,
“For pity’s sake, (Y/n), say no!”
“Why this torment? When will you see reason?”
“His life is now the prize which you must earn! You try my patience Siren! Make your choice!” You go small as Techno screamed at you, thinking about the life you’ve lived these past months. You slowly make your way into the water towards the Phantom and Wilbur before murmuring,
“Pitiful creature of darkness. What kind of life have you known? God give me the courage to show you, you are not alone…” Techno looks at her, seemingly genuinely confused snapping out of his character for a moment. You looked so brave, so strong and calm, and before he could blink you pull his collar and pull him in for a deep kiss. It was a long kiss, not just a fond peck he was used to from you all those months ago, Techno felt all the love you held for him at that moment, how beautiful you thought he was. Techno had never felt so much adoration and love in his life.
Meanwhile, Wilbur makes a noise of discontent, this wasn’t in his plan. Especially because he was still choking! Technoblade pulls away and stares at you with a bewildered expression, he moved quickly, grabbing a candle from shore and holding it above Wilbur’s head. The rope falls harmlessly into the water and he watched Wilbur fall into your arms. All three of you turned to the voices of the mob they were now clearly visible
“Track down this murderer -he must be found! Hunt out this animal, who runs to the ground! For too long he’s preyed on us -but now we know: the Phantom of the Opera is there deep down below.”
Another voice cut into the crowd, “Over here! The murdering boar is over here! Revenge for Dream! This creature must never go free.”
Techno swallowed, the finale of their performance was upon them, “Take her. Forget me. Forget all of this. Leave me alone. Forget all you’ve seen. Go now! Don’t let them find you! Take the boat! Leave me here. Go now, don’t wait. Just take her and go…before it’s too late. Go. Go now -go now and leave me!” You and Wilbur book it towards the boat,
“(Y/n)? He’ll be fine the plan-” You pause listening to music start to flow from his lair, and you heard his haunting voice fill your ears,
“Masquerade. Paper faces on parade. Masquerade. Hide your face so the world will never find you…”
“Two seconds…Please I just…”
“Two seconds,” Wilbur grunted as you ran back to Technoblade he looked up at you in shock,
“You must go I’ll…I’ll be right behind I promise-” He grew startled as she pressed the ring he gave her into his hands, “(Y/n), I love you.” He whimpered,
“You said it yourself. You’re right behind us…” You assured looking back in the direction of Wilbur, “give it back when you find us. I must go.” You spoke pressing a kiss to the side of his face, before disappearing back to the boat. Technoblade left reaching a hand out to you, he flinched and spun around only to be greeted by a small blonde boy. Tommy, he was a ballet dancer…in his hands was his mask, how did he get ahold of that.
“Run. Through here.” Tommy urged motioning to a hidden door in his lair that he didn’t even know was there. Standing at the entrance of the door was his old friend,
“Phil…”
“Hurry mate. We don’t have time.”
—
Wilbur hugged the music box tight in his hands as the carriage bounced along the uneven roads of Paris. He adjusted the glasses on his face as it pulled up to his home, it was large, but then again it needed to be to house his family. Beautiful foliage ran up and down the old stone front of the house, it was quite beautiful in the spring, but now the leaves were deal and cold. He bid the carriage driver farewell and made his way to his front door, Phil smiled at him, a full head of grey was peaking out from under his bucket hat and he was feeding some of the crows by the feeder.
“Afternoon Wil.”
“Phil.” He greeted with a fond nod, “Any reason why you’re outside?”
“Your wife and her other husband are back at it again.”
Wilbur let out an audible groan, “again? They were supposed to wait.”
“Hey mate she’s the inconsolable one, and you’re the one who works, and Techno’s there. Let’s be honest he has better stamina than you too.” He pouted visibly and Phil only laughed, “That for her?” He motioned to the music box with his cane and Wilbur nodded, “oh mate no way…”
“From the opera house yeah, they both loved this thing so I figured there’s not a better way to celebrate our anniversary…well I did think of a better way but I suppose my little Songbird is impatient.”
"Oh gross.” His nose scrunched up, “You’re lucky I sent Tommy over to Ranboo’s.”
“And I very much-”
“Wilbur!” Your melodious laugh echoed from the bedroom window that was now open, the smile on your face was dazzling but he was more focused on your bare breasts hanging out the window. Phil let out a rancourous laugh, doubling over at the redness in Wilbur’s cheeks,
“(Y-Y/n) a shirt please!”
“Spoilsport.” Techno’s voice was next, as he came up to wrap his hands around your waist burying his face into your neck. You giggled watching as Wilbur huffed, it was always something between the two men, the competitiveness never went away. Especially now you all were trying to conceive a child, it was like a race who could get you pregnant first not that you minded. “Just get up here, she’s been whining for you all day.” Wilbur perked up at that,
“Go I’ll keep this safe.” Phil motioned to the music box as Wilbur practically shoved it in his arms, “Jesus man be a bit more gentle-”
“Sorry Phil duty calls!” Wilbur laughed practically running up the stairs untying his tie on the way up.
NSFW BEGINS
When he entered the room you were casually lying on the bed, a smile seemed to be permanently fixed upon your lips nowadays. The only thing covering you was the bed sheet’s and Techno lounged half-naked in the chair across from the bed. He had his pants on but they hung low on his hips exposing his V-line just the way he knew drove you crazy. Wilbur swallowed his eyes taking in every inch of exposed flesh on your body, he walked over as you beckoned him to stand by you.
“I told you she’s been asking for you all day,” Techno mused, “she’s been very bad. I told her it was a special day and everything, that we had to wait for her. She’s a brat though and caught me off guard.”
“You’re spoiling her.” Wilbur scolded with a scoff and Techno smirked,
“I live to please our lady wife.”
“Can you blame me for being excited?” You complained sitting up letting the covers fall around your body, showing it off for your boys. They both audibly swallowed, “It’s one of my favorite days of the year!” You opened your arms and before Wilbur could move Techno was already between your arms, head in between your breasts. You giggled as he tried to bury his head deep in between them much to Wilbur’s disdain. You gently pat his head and ran your fingers through his pink hair, it also had a few streaks of grey here and there.
“Spoiling.” Wilbur huffed pulling Techno away from you and both of you let out a whine of discontent, “plus it’s my turn.”
“Ass.”
“You literally are with her twenty-four-seven. You have no right to comPLAIN!” Wilbur squawked as you reached a hand in between his legs to cup his dick. His cheeks were cherry red as you looked up at him through lidded eyes and fluttering lashes. “Hgn…fuck,” He panted as you continue to squeeze and drag your hand up his length. Meanwhile, Techno moved to settle behind you, his hands sliding up your sides till they reached your breasts. You moaned hotly as he placed his giant hands on them giving them a firm squeeze, just as you opened your mouth Wilbur bent to capture your lips within his own. He grabbed your hands and slowly dragged your hands away from his crotch and up under his shirt. You took the hint running your nails down his chest in the way you knew could get him squirming and you felt his breath hitch against your lips. You smiled in reply and Wilbur grumbled in response, his hands moving to the tops of your thighs squeezing them tightly and you tossed your head back in a groan.
“Good girl…” Techno mused letting his teeth graze the back of your neck, feeling you shiver in response. “Just relax and let us take care of you hm?” He watched as you nodded eagerly as Techno’s fingers moved away from your breasts and down your stomach.
“Look at her.” Wilbur let out a breathless laugh, as you let out a high-pitched whine once Techno found what exactly he was looking for, he gently rolled your clit between his fingers. “You like it when Techno touches you like that baby?” You could only moan in response squeezing your eyes shut tight, “need a vocal response.”
“God yes…” You panted feeling one of his big fingers slip into your folds, “ngk…” You bit your bottom lip between your teeth. You felt Techno’s chuckles vibrate against your back,
“None of that. Sing for us sweet, little Siren.” Another finger entered you and you let out a loud needy groan, “Fuck Wilbur she’s so wet for us.” You almost sobbed when he pulled his fingers out of you watching your slick drip down his fingers. With a whimper you watched Techno pull away from you completely only to stick his fingers in his mouth and lick around your wetness. “What should we do with her?”
“You did say she was bad today.”
“No please…” You whimpered grabbing Wilbur’s hand and placing it firmly on your chest, “I was good. I can be good. Please don’t stop.” Wilbur tutted fondly, the brat tamer that Techno was, was clearly rubbing off on your sweet husband.
“Don’t worry I wasn’t planning on stopping,” He mused kneading your breast between his hand, making sure to occasionally tweak your nipple. Wilbur found himself entranced in the way you would moan and practically rut against the bed. “Just deciding when to let you have your release, Techno?”
“Hm?” The man tilted his head to the side a smirk tugging on the corner of his lips, “What do you think?”
“Oh? Asking my opinion are you, that’s new, usually, we’re at each other’s throats for her attention.”
“Well, things change. She’s not in charge tonight.”
Oh no. They were working together now? You were fucked.
“Well since you’re asking so nicely, I say we make her get us off first. Then see if we have any stamina left and breed the shit out of her.” Techno took your chin in his hands as you let out a wanting moan at the promise. Techno looked over his shoulder at Wilbur to see him flushed,
“That’s not exactly fair-”
“You can still eat her out you freak.” Wilbur’s face reddened further and he cleared his throat, “no rules saying we can’t overstimulate her, speaking of…this all sound okay to you my siren?”
“Fuck yes!”
“And to get us to stop?” Wilbur hummed still red in the face, the color wouldn’t disappear for some time.
“Opera.”
“That’s our girl.”
Wilbur leaned forward to capture your lips within your own, “lean back now…” He purred as you laid flat on your back, “I’m going to devour you.” His breath fanned your face and you nodded rapidly once to notice Techno kneeling by your head. You felt his cool fingers brush hair out of your eyes, it was a contrast you valued against your heated skin. You twitched as Wilbur began to bite and kiss down your neck, to your collarbone, and then down your stomach.
“Imagine him doing that to you when you’re with child,” Techno practically groaned at the thought, your eyes fluttered back up to him only to see his cock aching to come out of his pants. “Fuck just the thought of that alone…you’re so beautiful.” He swallowed your lips with his own, tongue battling with your own for dominance. It was a fight you quickly lost when you felt Wilbur bite your inner thighs like a man starved for nothing but your flesh. You moaned into Techno’s mouth and his hands found their way to your chest once more, kneading your breasts softly between his hands. Almost as saying, pay attention to me, not to him, but you didn’t know if that was possible with the way Wilbur was now lapping at your slit. You groaned again your hands tangling in the mess that was Wilbur’s curls pulling him closer as you arched against his hot mouth. He moaned against your folds and you shouted with delight, his tongue only dove deeper pressing against all the right spots that made you scream. You came all too quickly when he brought his hand up and began to play with your already sensitive clit, you spilled all over his mouth and he was more than eager to clean you up.
“Delicious as always.” Wilbur panted popping up from between your thighs, face wet with your cum, and he kissed and marked each thigh as he always did.
“Hm…” You hummed fondly still drowsy from your unexpected high, you always forget how good Wilbur was with his tongue.
“Don’t fall asleep yet dearest,” Techno grunted, “It’s my turn.” You could only nod as he moved you up off the bed and onto your knees. Your eyes locked with Techno’s as he sat in front of you, your nails scraped at his clothed thighs,
“Take them off?” You asked with a pout, he raised a stern brow, “please.”
“That’s better.” He mused sliding off his pants and underwear with it leaving him completely naked, Wilbur let out a grunt sitting himself down in the large armchair in the room. You couldn’t remember when he shed his pants but he held his erect dick in one hand already pumping it slowly.
The little voyeur.
“Hey look at me not him. You know he likes it better when you pretend he’s not here,” Techno grunted and you snapped your attention back to Techno, his cock was bigger than Wilbur’s was, long and thick already red, and begging for your hot mouth. You smiled sweet and innocent in the way Techno liked it, your nails made little red trails down his now bare thighs. “God darling…look at you. Let’s see what else that mouth can other than sing,” He gently guided your mouth to his cock, and you opened wide. He was always difficult to take, you relaxed your jaw and swallowed him. The groan he let out was insatiable, you looked up to see his eyes rolling back in his head, “come on you can take more than that.” He growled hotly, hands digging into your scalp urging you forward. You choked a little but you were able to swallow him further your nose almost brushing against his pelvis. “God…Fuck your mouth is so hot and wet…so good- SHIT.” He shouted as you moved your tongue just enough to trace the thick purple vein on the underside of his shaft, “Oh you little slut- ngk-” His eyes fluttered again when you moaned against his member at the name, “Yeah you like being degraded huh? That’s an n-new one-fuck-I know how well that mouth can stretch. Especially when you’re hitting those high notes, so fucking take me whore.” He began to ruthlessly fuck your mouth as you practically gushed around the air, you were sure you were ruining the carpet beneath you. He was right you were able to take him fully, your nose slamming against his pelvis, chin hitting his balls as you choked and drooled around his cock. Before you knew it you heard him groan your name and he was shooting down your throat, “don’t…” He panted, “waste it, not a drop.” He commanded as you swallowed around him pulling away, you opened your mouth to show all of his cum was gone and in your stomach. Wilbur seemed to come next with a small whimper and shout, you laughed breathlessly, every one of you was covered in sweat and cum. You felt Techno lift you into his lap and held you tightly, “You’re…so good, so beautiful my sweet Siren.” You preened at the praise littering his face with ticklish kisses,
“Thank you, baby. Now, who wants to fuck me. I’m aching…” You groaned grinding yourself down on the erection that was still prominent in Techno’s lap. “I’m so needy for both your cocks please…”
“Need a minute Songbird, Techno can start…” Wilbur waved his hand wearily from the chair, his hair was sticking up in all directions. “I’ll finish with you,” Techno grinned cheekily,
“That’s if I don’t break her, right sweet thing?” He teased fingers already finding their home inside of you. You groaned hotly grinding down on his fingers, bouncing eagerly wishing it was his cock buried inside you instead of his thick fingers. “Aw look at you go,” He mused licking his upper lip before shoving his tongue into your mouth, the kiss was lust-filled and hot. “Lay down, legs up, I’m gonna breed you until your bursting with my cum.” You moaned so loud you thought the neighbors might hear you, you spread your legs wide as Techno settled in between them. He gently lifted your hips into the air just slightly, so all his cum could slide inside you and you wouldn’t lose a single drop. “Good?”
“Just fuck me, please. Knock me up, my angel, FUCK-” You shouted as he was suddenly sheathed inside you, pupils blown wide as saucers,
“God, don’t say shit like that, I won’t be able to hold back.” He moaned as you rolled your hips,
“Don’t say what? That I want your kids? That I want you to cum so deep inside me there’s not a chance in hell I won’t walk away from this carrying at least two of your children? Don’t you want to be a daddy?” You moaned heatedly as Technoblade grabbed onto your hips, crescent marks of his nails dug into the skin there.
“You asked for it baby, don’t blame me if I fuck you so dumb you can’t even talk.” He grunted pulling out of you before slamming back against you, he went again and again the bed was rocking back and forth slamming against the wall. You were a mess, tears streamed down your cheeks as Techno snarled at you beneath him. His hands went from breast to breast squeezing them so tight you thought they might bruise, “Fuck imagining these swelling with milk is my dream. God, you’re gonna look so good carrying my kid, Fuck.” Techno hissed against your lips, and you groaned white-knuckling the sheets beneath you bucking up to try to match his brutal pace. He glanced down only to see the outline of his cock in your stomach, he almost came right there but what really did him in was what you screamed next,
“I wanna be a mommy for you Techno please give me a baby!”
“FUCK (y/n)!” He groaned burying his head into the crook of your neck as he came, you clenched around him at the same time making you both hit your peak simultaneously. He stayed inside you until he was sure he was done and that there was no chance you’d waste a single drop of his seed.
“I love…you…” He mumbled against your cheek,
“I love you too my beautiful angel.” You swallowed feeling him leave you and flop down on the bed beside you, “You alright?”
“Am I alright? I’m fucking amazing,” He glanced over at your slightly distended stomach his hand hovering over it, “god look at that you’re really full huh?”
“Hmhm…all cause of you.”
“All because of me.” He repeated hotly, groaning again against the pillows,
“you still think you can take Wilbur.”
“Hmhm.”
“You’re amazing.”
“I know.”
Wilbur was hovering over you kissing you softly and sweetly, a completely different tone from Techno’s hot, lustful stance. Wilbur was always gently, his thumbs rubbed circles fondly into your sore sides. “Ride me?” He pulled away to ask breathlessly, “Let’s make love yeah?”
“Yeah.” You nodded eyes shining fondly, he flipped you over so you were on top of him a boyish grin on his lips. You hummed sweetly running your hands down his chest, he was built nicely and you loved his little happy trail of brown and grey hair leading to his dick. Although it wasn’t as long or as thick as Techno’s he was still well endowed and had a lovely curve to it that you couldn’t resist. Especially when it was able to hit your g-spot so right, it’s like it molded perfectly to your pussy. “Ready?”
“Oh fuck yeah.” You giggled at his response and sat yourself down on his dick, you both groaned, yours from oversensitivity and Wilbur’s from how tight you were squeezing him. You were already slick and wet enough from your own arousal and Techno’s cum, “How’re you still so tight?” He moaned hands finding their way to your ass as you began to roll your hips in sync with his own. There was no need to rush towards either of your climaxes, he very much enjoyed watching you come apart at your own pace, hypnotized by the way your breast bounced with every roll of your body.’
“I was made perfectly for you is all,” You teased, before groaning loudly, “Yeah right there baby.” You urged angeling yourself so Wilbur would constantly hit that spongy part of you, “fuck yeah…” You panted eyes squeezing shut, Wilbur ever the gentleman, moved his hand from your ass to play with your clit. It only made you roll your hips faster chasing your own release quicker, “Wilbur…Wil…Wilby…” You panted tongue hanging out of your mouth like a dog in heat, “need you so bad.”
“I’m right here baby what do you need?”
“Hm…want your cum. Want it to paint my insides.”
“Your wish is my command.” He licked his lips and began fucking up into you at a quicker pace, his hands squeezing your breasts, he leaned up and you groaned even louder at the new angle. He wrapped his lips around your breast covering them with bruises one by one before latching onto your nipple and sucking. You groaned,
“Yeah baby, just like that keep going. Bet you can’t wait to suck on these when they’re swollen with milk huh?” You felt him twitch inside you and you clenched around him, he moaned against your nipple, “If you’re a good boy you can have a taste-AH!” You squealed as Wilbur spilled inside of you without warning, his hot seed mixing with Technos.
“S-shit sorry,” He whined with a wince, “That was too good of an imagine…”
“It’s fine Wilbur.” You laughed fondly brushing his sweaty hair from his forehead, “Mind if you finish me off though.”
“Anything for you, just keep rolling your hips, yeah just like that…good girl.” He praised and heat prickled up your spine, “Your almost there sweet thing, so close you can cum for me soon.” His fingers found your clit again and you clenched against him, “Cum now.” He commanded and you spilled around him falling against his chest no longer being able to support your own weight. “That’s a good girl, shhh.” He whispered as you opened your mouth to talk, “We can talk in the morning hm?”
NSFW END
You could only nod blearily as he laid you down in bed, in between himself and a snoozing Techno. His arms automatically wrapped around your waist pulling you close purring into your neck, Wilbur chuckled pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I love you, forever and always.”
“I love you too.” You breathed out before falling asleep in the arms of Techno and himself, Wilbur stared at the ceiling for a moment. Yeah, he could give you the music box tomorrow. After all, he was glad his life turned out like this, and even if he wasn’t they all were past the point of no return.
“Nights like this make me think of her.” The cherry burns deep as Gojo inhales. Campus sits still, even the steady thrum of cicada song fading into darkness. From the rooftop, every window is perfectly exposed, perfect little vignettes playing for only them, and yet the pair keep their eyes to the multitudes of stars above. Gojo tries to blow the breath out like Shoko taught him, but it just comes out as a blob, shapeless, meaningless.
“How come?” Geto extends a hand, waiting for the joint to be passed back, but Gojo hoards it for a moment longer, taking a smaller drag. He’s stretched across the tile, taking up as much space as possible, while Gojo pulls his knees into his chest. The ashes crumble down, dusting his black uniform with gray. The smoke makes him feel nothing but pain, that particular itching, stiff nag deep in his chest, but he thinks that may be why he likes it so much.
“Hot, sticky-”
A swift kick to his ankle makes Gojo finally relent and hand the joint over. “Gross dude, she was my friend-”
“Nah, that’s not what I meant.” Gojo brings his thumb to his teeth. He bites the nail slowly, nibbling on it lightly, careful not to break through. He knows it’s not fair to talk about you. The wound is too new, the blood is still fresh. “You know when it’s so humid that the air is heavy, and despite the fact you just wanna sleep, that’s all you can think about? Every breath just makes you think ‘fuck, it’s hot.’”
Geto doesn’t respond. He just lets the joint hang in his fingers, lost in the stars.
“That’s what loving her is like– was like.” Gojo corrects himself, “Every breath, man. Every breath.”
-have you gone insane, mikey?! -emma! your dolls are dead! -no! mikey! i’m sorry!
kindergarten it’s a weird period of a person’s life. and to manjiro sano, it was no exception
he couldn’t complain though. barely assisting to the classroom, spending the day eating in his seat, watching other kids do the things that, well, kids do. and ignoring his exhausted and poorly paid teachers, observing them while they attempted to get the class attention, unimpressed and mostly bored. he has always been a reserved and mature (only when he felt like it) kid. certainly one of a kind
there were actually just a few things he could count with his palm that caught his attention, but they were all outside school and all involving his older brother at some point 1. his motorcycle 2. his gang 3. all types of candy 4. showing off his talent at the dojo 5. and his brother somewhat girlfriend this last point, we could say, it’s the most important for him now
it was tuesday, and on tuesdays, mikey has a two hours class with miss yukishi, an elder woman that imparts writing to the lower grades. she has decades of experience at his school and an impeccable record in the field of teaching
mikey didn’t like her class at all, simply because he always had work to do as shameless as it sounds, and she smelled like rosemary and wet soil much to mikey’s disguise. but she was kind after all, one of the few professors that managed to get him to focus. and on that particular day, he felt like attending and giving her a chance. mistake or not, he was surely glad he took the decision to be present
the assignment for the day, was writing a note with a minimum extension of 10 words, to whoever he wanted about any topic. his options were:
his older brother, no. he is dumb his little sister, no. she will make fun of him his grandpa, no. he is busy and he probably don’t like those kind of things keisuke from the dojo, no. he is even dumber y/n from his brother middle school oh, y/n from his brother middle school
young manjiro thought about love the same way he felt about santa claus. an illusion, something that makes people freak out, and act stupidly. he was used to feel embarrassed of his brother and the weird things he did for girls, so he swore to the gods that he would never lacerate his dignity like that. until he met you
see, he never felt attracted to any of his classmates, of course not. girls his age were missing teeth, wore funny pigtails, used too much glitter on their school artwork and were extremely nosy. they bothered him. while you, you were quiet and sweet, way too tall compared to his diminute height, your hair was perfectly combed and you always smelled nice. besides, the best thing of all, you hanged around his house sometimes, and you always watched him practice at the dojo, complimenting him and bringing him snacks. you were amiable, you were pretty
and he likes pretty things he likes pretty victory, he likes pretty praise, he likes pretty candy, he likes pretty girls like you
so one day, he definitely saw why his brother was whipped for you, he understood it and reciprocated it, much to shinichiro’s misfortune
he vividly remembers a few nights ago, catching the two of you sharing a few pecks on the lips in his house backyard, when you both thought no one would see you. and it certainly was a strange feeling for him, like when you want something from a store and you arrive just in time to see that someone else is taking the last piece, exactlylike that. he was mad, he frowned, and he went to sleep without having dinner
a very much concerning thing coming from him
in that moment, he decided that he was taking action by himself, and with miss yukishi most recent assignment, he had a plan
you might have shared some kisses or whatever disgusting things, but he knew his older brother was a dumbass and that he probably hasn’t asked you out yet. so he was taking advantage on that later, mostly like plan b. for now, the card was his holy grail
a couple of classes later, staying a few hours after school time for practicing, some elderly advices for troubles with the ladies and thousands of attemps in the trashing can, he finally wrote something eligible. miss yukishi was patient and she was good at what she did, so little manjiro finally accepted her to what she truly was, a great teacher
now, he just had to give it to you
buthow?
it shouldn’t be that hard, right?
-how did you dare to write stuff like this to my girl?! you tryin’ to ask her out or something?!
the thing is that, emma found the card under mikey’s pillow while roaming curiously on his room and she had the brilliant idea to run to shinichiro and make fun of him together. it seemed like a good plan for starters, until the older one figured out who the card was for, and his burlesque smile turned into a disgusted grimace
-she is not your girl yet! you are a coward enough to not make a move, so i will beat you to it!
lie his brother was a lot of things to him, a prick, a pathetic gangster wannabe and a lovefool. but shinichiro sanowasnota coward, and he was just talking things that he knew would get on his nerves. a risky road to take, indeed
-that’s so not happening! and it is actually not your problem! thank god emma told me about this -she is a snitch! snitches deserve to die!
the little girl was hiding under his big brother’s leg, fearing for her life and the safety of her toys. fat, hot tears falling from her cheeks, regretful. that’s just how kids were, doing things without thinking. she didn’t expect all of this to happen, not at all
-hey! apologize to her! and to me too! how can you stab your brother from the back like that, huh?! -you both can kiss my butt! -you little shi-
-good evening, grandpa sano. can i come in?
the three pair of eyes gleamed and directed down the hall at the same time, where your voice was heard
-she is here!
emma screamed and mikey jumped to snatch the piece of paper from his brother’s hand, running to you -give me that! -no! y/n! don’t read anything he gives you!
you were just greeting the old man, and in an instant, you felt the three of them ambushing you
-hi y/n. this is for you, i wrote it. open it now- mikey was sweating and clinging to your waist, subsequently grabbing your hand and carefully placing the piece of paper inside. it was not just paper, actually. it was his tiny heart, his innocent emotions harboring for the first time, all of this, in your palm -huh? are you guys okay? -please don’t- shinichiro was practically on the floor, with pleading eyes. what the hell was going on? -please hurry, could you read it now? -o-okay, calm down you too
they didn’t even greet you, and you noticed emma’s watering eyes, something you will take care of after this mess. you needed to open it
and when you did, it had the words
you are sweet like dorayaki that is why i like you
mikey
it was done, you read it. he followed your eyes scan the paper in front of him, his effort, his feelings. everything stood there, freezed. relying on your reaction, waiting. certainly not patiently, but waiting
he was, nervous? he doesn’t really know. his heart felt like stopping from how fast it was beating, and he was breathing so harshly that he even felt dizzy for a moment. this is all new to him, and he wasn’t sure if he was really enjoying it anymore
so this is love? ew
until you crouched in front of him, and folded the tiny piece of paper on a square, holding it close to your chest. you looked at him tenderly, and smiled
-this is really nice of you, manjiro. your writing improved a lot, i’m very proud of you- you even noticed that -you really think so?- his eyes were glowing. compliments fell on his ears every once in a while, in the dojo and sometimes at school. but hearing it from you was a diferent level, you were thatspecial, and you had no idea -yeah, of course. and also, you know i like you too, mikey you leaned closer and smooched his left cheek twice, leaving marks of your cherry chapstick all over it -be good, okay? and be sure to thank miss yukishi for teaching you what you now know, treat her nicely and be grateful always, can you do that for me? you were well aware of his blind hatred to miss yukishi, and with this, you hoped he learned a lesson. he was a kid after all, and he still needed to learn about a lot of things -sure thing. can i ask you something too? you hummed, stroking his hair gently, placing his gold locks behind his ear, carefully listening his words -can you give me another kiss? -hey!
before shinichiro could even bark again, you grabbed his face and another big loud kiss was now planted on his right cheek. from all the smeared balm you couldn’t really see if it was a natural nervous blush or the cosmetic pigment, but you decided to believe it was the first option, and your smile went wider -there. now i payed my debt, right? -can i have another? -absolutely not, go get a shower or something. we are going out- shinichiro interrupted, stepping between your crouched figure and his brother -whatever, mom -yeah, yeah. go to your room, you smurf
-thanks again mikey, i loved it
you loved it
-before you leave, i want to know something
you and shinichiro were going out together, and he was staying at home, as usual. other times, when the two of you spend time alone, he is left with this certain sensation of emptyness that makes him sleepy and uneasy. but now, this feeling in his heart is due the way he emptied it completely that night, he wasn’t glad you were his brother’s, but you were aware of how he felt, and not only that, you even said you liked him too, so he was content. you even kissed him three times
he was so ready for not washing his face in months and running tomorrow to the dojo to show keisuke your marks on his cheeks
oh, first love
-are you serious right now? -let him talk, shin- the older one rolled his eyes, squeezing your hand tighter
-can i be next? -next in what? -when you get rid of my brother, can i be your next man? -are you sure you are four years old, manjiro? -sadly, yes -that’s it, you are done
#summary: a chance competition win puts you right in the sights - and bed - of your favourite camboy, arataki itto. #pairing:camboy!itto/afab!reader #warnings: modern au, dom itto, sub reader, genital piercings, facefucking, vaginal/anal/oral, size difference, squirting, creampies, marathon sex, multiple orgasms, mind break, sex toys, dp/tp #notes: this isn’t proofread at all help girl. itto being a camboy isn’t hugely relevant to the plot… also do not think too hard about the logistics of this contest LMAOOO #word count:4k #tagged:@kamisathoes@vlyntage
fem!reader, fem!dom, straps, sub!souya kawata, rip the counter, hybrids, breeding kink, petnames, use of the word “kitten”, etc. Not proofread!!
timeskipsouya kawata x fem!reader
The Blue Tiger’s Taming
tiger hybrid!souya who lets you bend him over the counter of his and nahoya’s ramen restaurant, who lets you thrust into him like there’s no tomorrow, who keens and groans breathlessly when your hands ghost over his stomach and up his chest and whines at the back of his throat, so pitiful, when your fingers play with his perked nipples absentmindedly— souya who’s tail curls and swishes whenever you pick it up a notch and get closer and closer to insanity, who’s ears twitch and legs tremble, threatening to give out at any second, knees buckling so much so that you have to keep your hands grasping him, fingers digging into his hips to hold him up steady. souya who lets out the prettiest sounds when you tug at his curls or bite at his skin as if you were the tiger.
His teeth chew his bottom lip red and raw as he (poorly) attempts at (and fails to) keep all the noises in.
“A-ah..”
The moan forced out of your lover was delicious. You kiss his shoulder again, hastily, before turning your head to try and catch a glimpse of his face— his adorable face, blotchy cheeked and red to the ears, eyes squeezed shut and lips parted loosely with drool dribbling down his chin as his hands clutched at the counter corners so tightly his knuckles were blue. You’ll let him relax and ease up soon, but not yet.
“That’s it, baby boy— right there.” You grunt as your hips jerk. “Right there..”
Souya’s thighs are numb and he nearly comes it not for remembering that you didn’t take kindly to weakness
When your thumb starts at the back of his neck and then trails all the way down his spine as he shivers and trembles in your hold, waiting until it joins your cock buried balls deep into his ass, he’s practically withering as he begs over and over for you to stretch him more and more
His eyes are squeezed shut, he can’t look at you. He’s too embarrassed. You, however, have become very experienced in telling and understanding the cloud haired man’s cues.
You watch his shoulders tense as his back glistens for a few moments before pressing your lips at the back of his neck and trailing down from there, the salt from his sweat stinging your lips.
His hole clenches so nicely around your strap as his chest heaves against you hand. The way he squeezes you as if you were going to fill him to the brim— to breed him well, has you dizzy
Every strangles gasp and rasping breath that he makes— every sound that parts his perfect lips is so pretty
You nip at his right shoulder blade where deep claw marks made their debut the night before and smile. It was no wonder your pretty kitty was so loose today. You fucked him hard and well last night, too.
“Doin’ so good for me, baby.” You huff into his ear, nipping at the golden earring decorating his lobe. “Such a good kitty—”
His tail curls with his toes as he lets out a soft whimper.
“(Y/N)… I-I can’t.. I can’t—”
“Oh no, Sou.” You thrust so hard you feel his body jerk forwards in your grasp with the force. “You can— you will.”
“I—I..!”
“‘M gonna breed you— gonna knock you up so good with my kittens.. whaddya say, baby? Wanna carry my kittens?”
Souya absolutely losesit.
When he throws his head back and meows, You know he’s finished. You have all the time and free reign in the world and he doesn’t mind in the slightest.
“Yes!” He whines, eyes watering as his lashes flutter open and turn to you. Tear droplets plop down onto his burning cheeks as he begs, “Fill me up and make me yours, (Y/N)! Please!”
Now, how could you refuse your precious little tiger when he was asking so nicely and practically arching against the ghost of your touch?
You release his hips and reach out with your free hand, grabbing his jaw and turning him to face you.
“That’s what I like to hear, Sou.” You murmur, so full of love and lust, your thrusts becoming more and more wildly lazy as you gently peck his swollen lips. “I love you and I’m gonna love our kittens.”
Souya whimpers into the kiss and if you could, you’d be shooting bucketloads of cum into his trembling body, filling him to the brim
You continue to fuck him through your heat, chest swelling with pride the tighter he gets because your baby is doing to well and making you feel so good.
You kiss all the way from his ass back up his back and along his shoulders before moving to his neck and peppering the space under his jaw, right where it drove him crazy, with wet, sloppy and open mouthed kisses. It were as if you were mouthing him.
“I’m so proud of you for doing to well,” You whisper, completely genuine. “You’re so amazing, kitten.”
His ears twitch and his tail swishes with the praise. All he could do was let out numb moans and jumbled babbles of “You’re the best..” and “Thank you, m’ster..” as he melted into putty.
Summary: You’ve never really fit in, despite trying, despite being on the cheerleading team, despite awkwardly socialising with the popular crowd. It’s not for you - these people aren’t for you. Yet, you don’t know how to escape! Do you continue following a dead end? Or finally break away?
The answer is made for you after your ‘date,’ a boy on the basketball team, bails on you, and uninvites you from some stupid basketball after party. Whatever, that’s fine. But what’s not fine is the agonisingly long walk home. Oh, in the dark, late at night!
However, your saviour finds you, and not only does he save you from walking home alone, but the conflicting feelings that you’ve spent the last few years with.
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Cheerleader Reader
Reader Description: Reader is female and uses she/her pronouns. Not much detail is given about her appearance, other than she wears heavy eyeliner, and is clearly an outcast that is trying to fit in.
Word count:1.8k
Tags: Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Slow burn, Awkward flirting, Drinking, Angst, Comfort, Generic High School Bullying, Denial of feelings, Feelings realisation.
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