☆ Hello Pookies, I am ItsGivingEatTheRich and this is my intro post. Firstly I made this blog because I have EXTREMELY horny friends (yes I did just expose you lot), and so to easily share I just publicly post.
☆ Sometimes, I'll post something like you getting railed by a vine bush that's being controlled by the human version of a lady bug, Urm 🤧. Anyway, I realised I really really enjoy writing just straight up PORN ✋😔, fluff and especially angst.
☆ To all my Pookies irl and online, please 🥺 🙏 send me your requests Idm and I work better with me knowing what you want, "Use your words kitten" 💀. If I think I can or can't get something done I'll let you know, cause our relationship is going to have good communication (unlike some of my girl's relationships(you know who you are))
Animes I've watched and ones I can write for
Toilet Bound, Angel Beats, Spy X Family, Spirited Away, Your Name
The Silent Voice, My Little Monster, ToRaDoRa, Kagekurui,
The Promised Neverland, Food Wars, Sk8 The Infinity,
No Game No Life, The Way Of The House Husband,
The Great Pretender, Violet Evergarden
Bungou Stray Dogs, Deathnote, Blue Exorcist, Blue Lock
My Hero Academia, Haikyuu, Angels Of Death, Demon Slayer
Kuroko no basket, Millionaire Detective, Diabolik Lovers
JJK, Seraph Of The End
See an anime/show you want that's not on here ask anyway DW bbg. There's a character I wrote for that I didn't even know they existed and if can guess it right. I'll um- touch you 👅
☆ If you couldn't already tell I'm ABIT of a yapper irl and online, and I'm not like known enough to be doing this but, shhhhhhh Bbg it's about manifesting.
Rules?
Not yet I want to see the extent people go to, if I see something Gosh darn 🤢🤮🤭🥵? I'll add it, I want to use this as a trophy board of things I've been deeply 🥲 traumatised by.
I do not write for real people.
Scat *sigh* girlie pop. 😤👉🌳(Touch some please)
Drinking Piss. Did y'all hear that. DRINKING PISS. someone asked me for this. Girl no...
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Masterlist
! - Smut
~ - Fluff
+ - Angst
° - Normal storytelling
? - I don't want to spoil it
Haikyuu
!Kenma! - *Slurp* *Slurp* but you're 👉👈 (no you're not)
+Kenma+ - He forgot you girlie pop. Sorry.
My Hero Academia
?Hawks? - Scandal
!Shigaraki! - bro really just left your room in shambles.
Bungou Stray Dogs
!Fyodor! - pianos look like tables let's funk.
°Dazai° - Cafés are relaxing until...
°Dazai° - Wtf Are you going to shoot me?
°Dazai° - You Son Of A Bitch
°Dazai° - Tie me up like I'm surprised
!Dazai! - Keep that mouth busy
Blue Lock
!Shidou! - Public and in school (yum yum)
~Shidou~ - Headcannons
Kpop Demon Hunters
!Baby Saja & Jinu! - Backstage helper
Black Butler
!Sebastian! - Blood Bank
ABSOLUTE JOKES
!Baymax! - You're in NEED bbg
!Hiro! - dorm room bang
!Gaston (holly and Ben's little kingdom)! - LISTEN it was my friend's birthday
Please may I have Spy X Family platonic headcanons of being the youngest brother of the Briar siblings age 18 but just as deadly as Finny from Black butler in Combat mode..like in the Book of Circus Arc when Jumbo thought that he had killed Finny..but it was the totally opposite..he was the youngest SSS secret service guard after Yuri and clearly so for a good reason..his Briar deadly glare was bloody frightening.
Hello @the-letter-horror-lover. Thank you for making a request just letting you know i am not sure that I'd be able to do this one, as I have no clue on how to do sibling headcannons.
Hello pookies, so I've been gone for like ages now, so I thought let me just make a post explaining my disappearence. Firstly thank you guys for waiting this long. Basically, Sunday was my writing day (I know holy day being used as smut writing day 😫😈), because that was the only day I was free at that time. However, things have now changed and now I have literally no free time... (Lmao)
The reasons are, guys no one told me classes would be this hard😫😫😫😫, rip to all those taking STEM subjects and succeeded through it, cause im dying😢. Also, i got a ***, i am an employed individual who contributes to the economy. Actually i dont contribute anything. Do you know how sad it is they told me I cant pay tax because I don't earn enough to qualify to pay tax 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀(more money for me ig)
Anyways, I still have to provide for my pookies cause y'all are starved, y'all are HUNGRY. 🥵🥵🥵 I have got like 2 requests to do (one that has disappeared from my inbox but its okay i remember it i think) and a ton of drafts growing moldy so those will get done at some point today.
Ladies, ladies please one at a time, one at a time please. Also, Can someone tell tumblr to stop having useless updates😫🤚 like why can't I edit my drafts on the app, literally what the f*ck is the point of having the damm app.
Vampire Predator! Sebastian X Human Prey Female! Reader
Warnings: fingering, bloodsucking. NOT PROOF READ
His snarls rumbled in your ear. The sound curved in your ear canal, beating against your eardrum and set alight fuses in your brain. One thing was clear, he was aching for the taste of you. All that he yearned for was to devour every drop of the drug that was your blood. It satiated a deep scratch that throbbed in the back of his brain, just to be able to hunt you down and extract the very liquid that kept you alive and kicking. As the clock ticked by, every second that passed made him more and more desperate for you.
He had you backed up against a wall, confining your movements and blocking your view of the surroundings, ensuring he had your full attention. Testing you, he clawed at the back of your neck coaxing a greater flow of blood. Achingly slow, he tilted your head up exposing you to the winter chill. Your eyes met his, revealing the fearful hope in your gaze, ultimately luring him closer. Every atom in and on your body pulsed as he grazed his teeth over the thin layer of skin imprisoning your gooey goodness. You closed your eyes waiting in anticipation for the bite that never came.
Instead, he knelt down to properly position you, one leg over his shoulder while his hand laid open on your stomach almost gluing you into the wall, holding you still.
"Look at you pet. hmm. Look how mailable you are for me." His frigid breath spread out on your core.
Suddenly. He struck. His teeth sunk into the fat of your thighs, drawing out concentrated pleasure. Your heart kicked into fight or flight, your pupils dilated as every minuscule detail became apparent. The abandoned church bellowed, screeching how blasphemous your sinful pleasures were into the wind. The crooked branches from the trees outside slapped the stained glass. No matter where you looked the eyes of mother Mary and Jesus followed, secretly judging you.
Black spots popped up in your vision as, Sebastian picked up paced, licking every so often to break you back down to earth knocking the wind out of your lungs. Wetness spread in your underwear, creating a patch that he could definitely observe from his stance. Part of you thought he used that, added with your moans and grunts, as a reminder to persist past your whines urging him leave you just a little of your dignity left. Unsurprisingly, he did not stop only pushed your panties to the side to allow space for his fingers to curl into the empty space.
Your world turned, blurring in parts and clear in others, your needy cunt squelched. He gave you no breaks nor did he allow you space to breath without his fangs sunk deep into your flesh and his fingers lap up your ocean. The thudding from the window increased rapidly on beat with your blood pressure. Pressure built up in your vagina screaming for release, until he twisted his hand adding another finger into your puffy hole, enticing another loud moan howling from deep in your throat out. He sucked and sucked, the pleasure so overbearing it dumbed you down clearing all your thoughts and making you drool.
You felt a sudden rush of adrenaline as the orgasm tore threw you as your legs gave out, Sebastian being him didn't make any attempt to catch you, or prevent your fall. Rather he let you collapse and hit your head on the hard concrete removing his fingers hastily, while you were still pulsing from the orgasm.
Your eyes gently shut closed.
OPEN. Sebastian growled his distaste for your weak human body.
CLOSED. Black.
OPEN. He picked himself up and licked up the slick from his fingers, placing his gloves back on and...
CLOSED. Darkness. Alone. Cold.
OPEN. your body was being transported up the church stairs, each step he took made your whole body spasm from the force.
CLOSED. Wet? Lightning and thunder (a formidable couple), exploded across the sky.
OPEN. you felt a pull to the ground, as if gravity coveted you while you laid in limbo hanging over the tower.
"No hard feelings Pet, you've just unfortunately outlived your use." he chuckled cynically.
The pull to the ground accelerated, your stomach dropped.
Hello so I've been a fan of your fan fics and I love the way you write, I have recently watched a movie called "Kpop Demon Hunters" and I have really enjoyed it. I was wondering if you could write a fan fic about the demon character called Jinu and Baby Saja (he isn't an actual baby don't worry). I would really prefer if you did both of them x reader and made it the most freakiest fan fic known to man. I would like for it to include bondage, degrading, choking and pet play (obviously the characters doing this to the reader 😊). Thank you and I'll be looking forward to see what you come up with!
Backstage Helper... Baby Saja & Jinu
Hey pookie I got mail 💌
Word count: 2144
Dom!Jinu & Dom!BabySaja x SubFemaleMakeupArtist!Reader
Warnings: Bondage, Degrading, Pet Play, Choking, Cutting off Oxygen, p in v, Masturbation?, Pet Names, Threesome, Gaping, Anal.
The room shook with vibrations, over head lights swung as they flickered casting a creepy tone to the cramped room. Duffle bags and rucksacks littered the floor, as clothes covered all surfaces of the brown leather couch.
This was the Saja Boys' first world tour. Due to the amount of attention they garnered worldwide, earning them higher numbers than popular groups like BTS, they managed to skyrocket up the charts and gain attention from investors and well-known entertainment companies.
However, a bold decision made by the Saja Boys' meant they chose to be their own bosses and instead of being signed to a company, opting to personally hand pick all their staff. What the public knew as independence was really just an excuse to not disclose the spawns of Satan they would hire.
Everyone. Except you.
You (who were perceived to be living the dream life) a human, jumped through the hoops of fire and battled the masses, which was really just an interview and an online application, somehow managed to land a job as a make up artist for a demon boy band.
You know. As you do.
You were happy -ecstatic even- after all no one really believed you could go anywhere with make up skills. People close to you would turn their noses up all snobby.
"What are you going to do with that?"
"Why don't you pick something more safe, something with promotions, or benefits and security?"
They would never understand. This was your dream, to be able to actually do what you loved doing. Contrasting to popular belief, the group held a mask awfully tight, there were no cracks or gaps large enough to see past the façade. They were all brats -the lot of them. Months before a concert they would settle on a darker seductive theme, only for them to collectively change their plans five minutes to show time, throwing out their clothes and washing off the make up before letting anyone in the team know. Sometimes they were so hectic you needed to step out for a moment before involving yourself in their shenanigans.
The trouble was, due to their vivid luminescent patterns, a majority of your time was taken covering them with ample amounts of product. Therefore, when they tossed your hours of work in the trash (via water) your eye certainly twitched in agony. They would sit there, grins wide, and faces bare. Eye shadow and eye liner dripping down the sides of their slender faces -splattering onto their freshly pressed clothes- staining the gorgeous craftsmanship of the fabric that graciously wrapped their delicate flesh.
Enough was enough. To conserve all of your sanity, an idea was made. A contract.
Signed in blood. They couldn't change their minds on a whim, and you wouldn't expose their true nature to the fans. (UUU WAH)
The bass guitar called a rhythm, to which the drums answered. Church choirs hummed in the background, outlining the torturous nature of their tunes. You could see but never touch or dream to hold them in your arms, like a mirage, everything you desire, but reach out and touch it, only for it to dust away in the palm of your hand.
The cheering came to a close, muffled voices hummed their goodbyes, and the sounds of footsteps thudding down the hall prompted you to your position. The door banged open, revealing your two clients for the evening. A once boisterous Baby Saja deformed into a hunch back with an attitude, and a considerate caring Jinu reversed to a spiteful goblin with a scowl.
"For fucks sake. did they have to scream so damm loud?" Jinu landed in the right chair, while Baby Saja took his place on the left.
"Their bras and shit were on stage." He dramatically flicked his hand. "How THE FUCK was I supposed to dance properly with that crap on there?" He threw his hair out of his line of vision while you gathered your supplies.
Jinu chuckled in response. "How many souls do you think we gathered this time?"
"I don't know. We need to ask Gwi-ma." he pinched his forehead. "Fuck I care anyways, at least the fans love me."
"They more than love us."
Baby Saja growled.
You loudly banged the bag full of make-up remover on the counter, the way they talked about the people that adored them -no, worshipped them- was sickening.
"Calm down. What's got you so feisty today?" Jinu popped his eyebrows in amusement.
"Kitten finally showing her claws? You can't do shit and you know it." Saja taunted, mocking your concern.
Despite your aversion to helping them, a task needed fulfilling and bills urgently required paying, so you cracked down on your duty. The quiet hum of light bulbs filled the room with what would have been empty threats and complaining. Baby Saja was first, being the most impatient and fussy member meant a lot of your time was dedicated to ensuring his absolute comfort -much to your demise.
Soft breathing on your hand captivated you, it's almost as if it had rhythm as well. No matter how much you disliked their presence you had to admit, they were performers, and good ones at that. Sure they had hypnotizing powers, were being backed by the devil responsible for world wide suffering, and opened the door for demons to feast on mortals, but damm they were hot while doing it.
"Hey pay attention!" Jinu grabbed your hand, forcing you to look at him. Hues of yellow seeped in, already a warning shot fired. "We want to get home. Stop fucking around bitch."
"Yea kitten." Baby Saja stuck his tongue out and licked your hand hovering over his face. "Unless... You want something from us?"
"What no!" You screeched, jumping back understanding what they were insinuating.
Baby Saja slowly turned his head to Jinu and it seemed there was a silent understanding, as both of them stood up.
"Saja's right. Usually you take at max 15 minutes getting this off, and send us on our way. Today though, you seem..."
"Distracted? Dazed?" Baby Saja chuckled. "Horny?"
"I'm. I'm- J- just thinking of... personal things." You forced out, backed up against the counter while two predators sneaked closer.
Baby Saja suddenly appeared beside you, grabbing your throat, cutting off your means of hyperventilating, and stomping your chances of fight or flight.
"You know demons have heightened senses right? Kitten."
He licked your inner ear leaving a patch of wetness that travelled down to in-between your legs. The deep rumble of his voice shook your inner core.
"For us to charm, we must- How do you say in your language? Understand our prey, meaning we can sense the tiniest twitches even when you don't notice them yourselves." Jinu pulled at the two belts holding his jeogori together, making it loose and revealing his supple, pale skin underneath.
"Like squeezing your legs together." Baby Saja tightened his hold on your neck, dizziness quickly set in as he unzipped your dress, exposing your bare chest to the cold air making your nipples hard.
"Or the scents you produce when-" Jinu chuckled. "You are in the mood."
Jinu held both belts in each hand, twisting and turning them while pondering his next move. The space between both successful hunters was diminishing rapidly, and the skin that touched Baby Saja's was burning up to hell-fire temperatures. Thankfully, his grip became soft, allowing you to breathe normally again, while he fiddled with his own costume, undoing it button by button. Jinu stared at you menacingly while strutting forward, on a mission to ruin you.
Before you knew it, your wrists were bound together and a makeshift collar hung about your neck. Four hands roamed the crevices and plains of your body, leaving burn marks scalded deep into your skin. Nothing screamed desperation than the way they clung to your body, tearing off any attire and unwanted barriers, littering the floor with the last of your dignity. Jinu stood over you like a concrete wall (unyielding), he peppered kisses all over your chest, sucking and licking away at any stray tears and sweat beads. Meanwhile, Baby Saja was kneeling down, with your legs straddling his shoulders, as his tongue licked the arousal off your folds, his sharp teeth making indentations on your clit.
You mewled in response to the sudden pain, getting wetter by the second. A part of you wondered if he was simultaneously trying to make you cum and suck your soul out, not like it would trouble you if this were the last moments of your already pathetic life.
"Oh, the whore likes this? Two at one time." Baby Saja said muffled into you.
"Oh- mmf." You squealed. "S- S. Saja. Fu-ck...."
Jinu slapped you -hard- and grabbed your face, making your pudgy cheeks fold and lips pucker.
Jinu tutted. "Has no one ever told you to talk when you're spoken to?" Anger flickered on his face, only to disappear when faced with your doe eyes looking up at him, almost completely filled with tears. The helpless image of you at their mercy, with no power to fight back, and all the more willing to take whatever scraps of pleasure they threw your way, the more turned on he got.
His trousers tented up, causing him an immense amount of pain, pushed up against the fabric of his Baji was a girthy, throbbing cock, ready to be put to use exploring your tight, warm walls. It had multiple veins running up the sides leading to a pinkish red tip with pre-cum already leaking out.
"Saja?"
Baby saja groaned.
"Move." Baby Saja went still, clearly ignoring basic instructions, too pussy drunk to function. "NOW!"
Jinu let go of your face and instead put all his energy in pushing Baby Saja back so hard, he landed on the floor -the complete opposite side of you- with a loud bang. You dropped suddenly, as your comfortable seat on baby Saja's shoulders was now replaced by the cold, hard ground.
Your jaw wobbled as tears swelled up in your eyes, egging him on to be more ruthless with his pursuit. Jinu lifted you up pressing you flat on his chest, with your legs cupping his snatched waist, and your head buried deep into the crook of his neck, feeling every throb of his pulse. Jinu held you up with one arm the other to busy slapping your already needy, gaping cunt with his cock, before lining himself up and thrusting in.
"F...Fuck." You squeaked out.
His member stretched you out, scalding your insides with rope burn. Squelching echoed around the room as the belts viciously rubbed against your skin, causing it to peel off in patches, leaving red bruising.
"U-m.. J-inu. Yo- fuck... R-right there."
"Stop fucking hogging her." Jinu's cock meant that you'd completely forgotten the presence of another demon.
Baby Saja came up behind you, spreading your cheeks and took initiative of filling your third hole. He shivered then slapped your ass making you yelp.
"Don't tense. You'll rip my dick off!"
Sweat glistened on your skin. Both of your holes were being pounded at a relentless pace, knots inside you were being unravelled and orgasm after orgasm hit you in waves. Indecisiveness haunted you, the uncertainty of who to hold on to meant you just clung to whoever's limbs were closest, leaving crescents embedded into their skin adding your own personal patterns on top of theirs.
"You slut you like this don't you?"
And God you did. It made you seriously second guess your eagerness to spend the rest of your afterlife in Heaven and instead indulge in sinful pleasures. With the rate they were going part of you wondered if they were really Incubi sent here to destroy you. Baby Saja used his teeth to pull the collar, forcing you to look at him through half-lidded eyes. You watched as his yellow eyes bore holes into your soul, opening his mouth to bite down on your neck, breaking skin causing you to bleed. You felt them both tense. Then ropes of warm cum shot into you, coating your insides in a thick layer. Baby saja pulled out first letting go of the collar, leaving you limp in Jinu's grip. You shuddered as your eyelids readied to close, too heavy to stay open, a blue shimmer came out from some where within the room, and then black.
Once you awoke, you were fully clothed in a reddish field, there was no sun to guide you and hot breeze danced along your skin. You turned and faced a fierce fire, it was purple and red glaring at you and smiling crookedly, almost seeming welcoming.
This...
This was Gwi-ma the Saja boy's boss and your worst nightmare.
Already dead with an empty void where your soul should've been.
Hi have you completed the kpop demon hunters fan fic yet? if not no rush no worries
Hello anon, I've started it and I've only finished it to the basic introduction, to be honest I'm quite slow at writing but I am making progress and I'll get started on continuing rn. Thank you so much btw for requesting something and I hope it doesn't disappoint when it comes out.
IDK why this just came to me, but I could do a progress kind of thing. Green is what I have done, yellow is what I'm working on rn.
Warnings: Sub! Pou X Dom! Reader
Bondage, Gay sex ("I just want to say I am apart of the LGBT community, and this is my best friend Valentina -she's an ally. Talk Valentina!" -> "Ally!") I hope you all know this meme. NOT PROOFREAD
The door closed with a slight thud and you turned around to see Pou. He was standing in the middle of your corridor, eyes jittering all around to see where to place the stuff down.
"You can pass the bags to me." you giggled.
"Oh sorry here." He handed the stuff to you before bending down to take off his shoes, giving you a front row seat to his cute petite ass.
"Damm."
"Pardon?" he whipped his head around to look at you, his eyes widening.
"Oh I just wanted to know what snack you would want. I mean obviously we aren't finishing all this so-" you blurted, throwing all the stuff on the counter and rummaging through the bags.
"Were you looking at my-" he interrupted.
"I'm sure you'll love this brand of chocolate." you took out a random packet and pointed at the packaging while smiling, hoping he would forget what you were doing.
"Um.. That's a packet of crisps."
"Oh really?" you turned the packet around to see 'Walkers cheese and onion' looking back at you. You really weren't paying attention to what you picked, and that ended up exposing you more.
Red crept on your face and you hung your head down in shame, damm you really got caught admiring the ass of your friend's cousin. A soft warmth touched your face, you looked up to see Pou's eyes staring back at you and his hand cupping your face.
"It's okay, let's just find something to watch."
"The remote is on the couch, we have Netflix so you can pick what to watch while I do the snacks, then we can chill." you stated.
He moved slowly to the couch taking away the warmth with him, making the room feel colder. You gathered the stuff in the bowl to form a kind of mountain of diabetes with a sprinkle of high blood pressure, and placed it on the coffee table then joined Pou on the couch. 'The quiet place' flashed on the screen, as you thought it was fitting you switched off the light, making Pou jump a little, and so the movie started.
As time proceeded, Pou inched himself closer to you.
"Why are you getting so close?" you whispered looking at him.
"The snacks are over on your side so..." he whispered back, half of his face was illuminated by the light from the TV.
You glanced at the table and noted the snack bowl was no where near you, in fact from where he was sitting -which was alarmingly close to you- he would have to reach quite a distance to pick up anything in the bowl.
"Just admit you're scared." You teased, poking his chubby cheeks.
Sadness flashed across his face.
"Can I tell you something?"
"Yes." Confusing thoughts entered your head, 'What could he possibly have to say while watching a horror movie?'
"This has been the best birthday I have ever had." He muttered beaming with happiness.
"It's your birthday?"
He nodded.
"Why aren't you with your friends?" You questioned. "I don't have any." He shot back. "You see, practically my family thinks I'm strange, and every year on my birthday they go over board to compensate, so when I heard about this thing going on I wanted to see how it would feel celebrating it someone that isn't my family."
He hung his head down. "That kind of sucks doesn't"
"No. No. It's fine. We've all been there." You threw your arms around him, it wasn't much but it stopped his eyes forming water.
He tipped his head up and looked at you. His features drooped and you couldn't help but bend your head forward, and plant a kiss on his plump, soft lips. Once realising what you've done, you tried to pull back to he had already wrapped his arms around you- preventing you from moving.
"Stay." He pleaded, and something snapped in you.
You arose quickly and walked off into your bedroom looking for the perfect item, all while uncomfortably palming the tent forming in your trousers to make your excitement less obvious.
"Wait-" the rest of his speech faded into the back round.
When you stepped back into the living room, he was gathering up his stuff.
"Where are you going?" you questioned grabbing on to his coat, and pulling him back
"I thought-"
"I don't care what you thought. Sit back down!" you commanded,
He walked his way to the couch, cautiously eyeing you and paying special attention on the small object that laid in your hands. Finally, he settled on the couch eyes wide like a deer in headlights, still not understanding the situation he got himself into.
"Should- do i? When is it time to take off my clothes?"
"Um now would be appreciated." You chuckled at his inexperience, not like you had much to show for yourself.
You strutted over while he was shuffling to ger his trousers off.
"You obviously look like you need some help." you pushed him down on the couch with your leg hooking his apart. Guiding your left arm to lift his back (stilling holding the object in a fist) while using your right to peel his trousers off.
His shirt came off next, then his vest, revealing his chocolate velvet skin. Heat radiated from him as his chest rose and fell at a rapid pace. You brought your face closer to his, locking lips while exploring his body with your hands.
"Hey- ughm." his attempt to speak was lost and turned into mumbles against your mouth.
"Wait!" he placed both of his hands on your chest, lightly pushing you away just enough to prevent you from deepening the kiss.
"What are you holding?"
"Well my return gift needs a little decoration." You opened your fist to reveal a ribbon. His eyes widened in fear bringing out a chuckle from you. You grabbed both of his wrists and secured them together.
"Return gift? What the hell is that-!" You smashed your lips back on his. He was talking wayyy too much for now. The rise in your trousers needed more attention, it was eagerly pressing against the fabric of your jeans, ready to jump out and do its duty, similar to the way his was pressing against his boxers.
You slid your hand under the band and clutched his member, it was warm an slightly wet, due to his pre cum.
"Oh. Do you like this? Being controlled and dominated." You sneered in his ear.
He whimpered in response and you took that as a go ahead to slowly move your hand up and down his shaft. His brows knitted together following suit after his eye bags, heavy with pleasure closed.
Moans and grunts filled the room, one minute he was on his back facing you, the next his face was down and ass up, all sprawled out on the couch.
The nape of his neck flushed red. You could tell he was trying to hide his expression in the thicket of blankets and cushions that laid under you. Although he was clearly embarrassed, you wanted vocal recognition and so you bent down and brought the top of his right ear in-between your teeth, biting down to just the right amount so it wouldn't leave a lasting mark.
"Hey!" You dictated, holding a lump of his hair in your hands. "If you don't like it or you want to stop. Do me and you a favour and say. Okay?"
"Mmh." He breathed out, wrists still bound and laying over the arm rest.
You let go of his hair, then slapped his ass. The atmosphere of the room got heavy with tension and sex. Your patience was wearing thin, so you brought out your dick and again slapped his arse with it, for sure now he would know who he belonged to.
"Lift your hips, I need to slip in."
He obeyed and proved for you the perfect angle, you aligned yourself with his entrance and pushed in.
"Ow! That hurts." He whined, a part of you already had a him that this was most likely his first time, and if his tightness did make that obvious then his protest would.
You sighed. This would definitely take a while.
"Okay for this part you need to trust me. Just hold on to the couch. Properly. I'll push in on the count of three, you should count it'll help things"
He followed commands, and waited keenly.
"3..."
"2..."
You pushed in.
"FUCK!" you both screamed out.
"I thought you said-"
"Shut the fuck up and take it!"
You started thrusting at a slow pace, every so often increasing your speed and strength. He flailed around, howling sounds of pure filth and desire.
He loosed and gradually began to shape mould himself to your dick. Slapping sounds increased as you picked up speed and so did his moaning. You could tell he was close by the way his body tensed up, and you were pretty close too.
Your heartbeat quickened and sweat glistened yours and his skin, just before he got to the peak. His wrist struggled against the ribbon
You stopped.
"MHHH. w- wh- why-?" He struggled to get out.
"Tell me who you belong to," you thwacked him.
"Just- just- let m' finish."
"Please. I can't think straight, just please," he pleaded, throat horse and voice mumbled against the couch.
Once he realised you weren't making any attempt to move.
"You! I only belong to you."
You started back up again and both of you came to an end. The feeling was immense and overwhelming.
He turned around, his eyes were full of content. You slumped down on top of him after removing the ribbon, his wrists were slightly red and potentially brusing.
"Shouldn't we clean up first?"
"Shhh that's for later. Right now let's just calm down." You whispered into his skin.
"Kay."
Both of you were an absolute mess in each others arms, and soon you and he were fast asleep.
Keys sounded from outside.
"Sweetie we're home!" Your parents exclaimed, not noticing you two past out on the couch.
Warnings: Dom! Shigaraki X Sub! Reader, Blowjobs, Rough, Hair Pulling, Restriction Of Airflow.
The daily transit from your work to your place was long, and I mean ridiculously long. First, a train from inner Tokyo to Ichikawa then a bus to Higashimatsudo, it was a good hour journey from where you worked to your flat, and what you especially dreaded the most about going to work.
Sometimes, you would pass by the bakery and pick up a few sweet treats to get you motivated to actually get home, instead of passing out on the pavement and being shooed away like a stray cat. Today though that wasn't the case, the bakery was closed by the time you got home, and the rain offered enough push for you to rush and take cover back at your flat.
You climbed up the stairs, feet aching with each step and walked down the narrow pathway until you reached your door. The thing was barely hanging on to the frame, with rusty hinges that squeaked when you opened them, and a beat up keyhole that cause your keys to snap in half more than once.
You didn't have the luxury to replace it, and there was no point as your fuck ass "boyfriend" (now ex) would turn it to dust if -when he arrived- you weren't there to open the door and lay out a red carpet for him, as if he deserved that.
You gripped the handle to open the door, only for it to crumble to dust in your hands.
"Erg Shigs."you muttered under your breath, wiping your hands on your trousers to rid yourself of the rubble. You stepped into the corridor, when a sudden chill greeted you.
"So he not only fucked up my door, but left it open so all the bugs and cold air can come in. Great." You ground out.
You kicked off your shoes and slammed the door shut, the sound ricocheted around the whole building due to the thin walls that separated you and the neighbours. Throwing your stuff on the counters, you paused when the faint sound of Mario Kart could be heard stemming from your bedroom. One thing was clear. He. was still. here!
I mean the audacity of some men. You stomped down the hall, abandoning the bags of shopping you were carrying in the kitchen, and flung open the door.
"TOMURA! I swear to fuck if you don't get out of my house right now."
No one was there.
"Tomura?"
You checked behind every crook and cranny in your room, under the beds, behind the curtains, even under the desk. Nothing...
Until the smell hit you. A musky bleach-like smell that terrorised your nostrils; only then did you notice the state of your bed. The covers were messily strewn over the sheets, and the pillows decorated the floor. With your index and thumb, you picked up a corner of the duvet and threw it on the floor. Wet spots were scattered all over your fitted sheet, and a Nintendo laid in the middle of a large puddle.
You used your left hand to cover your nose while urging your right hand to pick up the small appliance, and flicked open the lid to reveal a small note folded up like shit lodged in your console.
You thought he probably tried origami with the way it was folded up, only for it to not turn out the way he wanted so he just shoved the whole paper in there.
It was your idea actually, he came complaining to you that Kurogiri told him to practice using only four of his fingers, so that when they were laying low he wouldn't accidentally kill someone, and reveal the League's where abouts. You -as the kind girlfriend you were- drunk on the honeymoon phase of the relationship, thought it would be a great idea for him to try something like origami. If he could fold a piece of paper into a boat (and whatever else) with four fingers then he could most likely do something as simple as opening a door without destroying it.
Well, how great that worked out for you, as now you knew when he "accidentally" destroyed your shit you knew it wasn't really an accident. Oh no! just another childish way to gain your attention. The Mario Kart theme song was starting to piss you off so you shut the lid, then chucked it to the corner - it wasn't yours anyways.
'I thought you might need a little reminder on the stuff you used to beg for before.'
You held the note in your hands, convulsing with anger. The wetness on your bed? His cum...
"So do you like it?" A raspy voice came from behind you.
Before you could turn around, a finger glided around your neck before four settled gripping your throat. They were freezing, restricting your movements and quickening your heart rate.
"I asked a question."
He hung his last finger lazily above your neck, threatening to land it and dust your existence away.
"Why would I like this shit." You gritted out trying not to move in his iron grip. He pushed his crotch into you and nudged you forward with his knee closer to the bed.
"You don't remember? I do. I remember the way you used to scream and whine about how much you wanted- no. needed my cum inside you." He chuckled.
"That was when we were together." You snapped back.
"Kneel." He squeezed your neck and guided you on to your knees facing the bed.
"Do you like it?" He shook you violently, tearing your shirt slightly as black spots appeared in your vision.
"I'm not asking again." he told you hauntingly.
"No."
To be honest you were lying through your teeth. You liked it when he was forceful and most of all you loved the steering hot cum he would pump into you, most of all you were actually jealous that the mattress got what you so desired.
He snickered
"Lick. You see all of my cum on your bed. I want it clean."
You wired your mouth shut refusing to act out his fantasies.
"Really? You want to act like that when I'm so close to ending your pathetic life-"
"fine." you bent your head over carefully, as to not hit his fifth finger, and licked off the puddle that was close to you. It was bitter, sour even, clearly highlighting the fact that Tomura was rotten inside and that clearly showed in what he produced and shot outside.
Even so you had no choice as the more you licked, like a person finishing off the chocolate sauce on a plate of dessert, the more his fingers wrapped around your wind pipe with less force, giving you more room to move. He was teasing you obviously -even though you could shift a bit more around you- he still hung his fingers about emphasising the smoke and mirrors of freedom he always used to get you to do what he pleased.
Finally, he completely let go, but was still standing behind you. Why didn't you stop? Why did you kneel there and keep licking like a dog getting it's first drunk of water in an arrid desert? Why didn't you make a break for the wide open door?
Because?
Because...
You loved him. If anything that was your deadly sin, others had wrath or excessive pride, while you? No. Your downfall? Falling in love with someone who didn't understand the meaning of it.
Clearly, he was fidgeting behind you. The sound of metal hitting each other and of a zipper rolling alerted you. He hissed before you heard the ring of skin on skin behind you.
"Don't stop you little bitch. You're my whore remember that."
So what did you do? Kept licking like a good little bitch. While you were struggling to contain the urge to slide your fingers down and relieve yourself of the building pressure, he was jerking himself off to your suffering. It was times like these the consequences of your actions hit you like a truck. It was times like these where you realised the true meaning of what makes a villain.
It was only a few months ago you realised Tomura never loved you, it had to be forced into your field of vision like a flashing billboard. He only tolerated your emotions, scraping the spark from your eyes, and only rutting into you to pay back the massive void he left.
"Turn around."
You did as he said only to be face to face with his cock. It was loong, extremely long (not as girthy) but the length made up for that fact. From your observation, he gained a bit of muscle all over his body. This was the first time you were able to look him properly. He was no longer lanky and bent over, his posture was perfect and laced with arrogance, as was his awkwardness replaced with leadership and poise.
"What the fuck are you doing staring and shit. Ya' think I came here for nothing"
You opened your mouth slowly, still gawking at the new person Infront of you. Tomura grabbed a fist full of your hair -pulling it from the root- sending a shock waves of pain and thrill through your spine awaking your senses. He thrusted himself into you, bruising your throat and restricting oxygen going to your brain, making you feel light headed, as if you were high.
Those new muscles came with a greater amount of force and a lack of care whether you liked it or not, now you needed to use his legs as handles to steady yourself. Tactfully, you stole all the oxygen you could get from the rare laboured breaths he barely allowed you to take. With the way he was going you could picture him cumming down your throat then tossing you to the streets when you no longer served your purpose. Unfortunately, your body never learned its lesson, warmth spread across your lower abdomen needing to be dealt with -something he would never help with.
He groaned loudly before you could feel his skin under your palms tighten and turn slick with sweat before thick hot liquid splattered in your mouth. He suddenly pulled out taking with him long thin chain of saliva and cum connecting his dick to your mouth, before it snapped, taking away the little of your dignity with it.
While he was getting dressed, you refused to raise your head, instead you were on your knees head hung low in submission... Or something else?
Silently, he left the room, you knew he was about to do another disappearing act, so you took the chance to slid your phone out of your pocket.
The phone rang twice before someone picked up.
"Hello this is the endeavour agency. How may I help you?"
"I'd like to give anonymous tip." you stated, eyes locked on the small black dot of a camera in the corner of your room.
He always thought you were a bit of an air-head, and so failed to realise the catch that came with dating you, because as much as he did whatever he pleased, you also took liberties of your own.
You had filmed every interaction and soon would post all his deepest insecurities to the whole of Japan.
Hello you do not know me but I have heard about you from a close friend of mine! :]
I would like to make a request for the character pou from the mobile game. Yes the brown blob....I know, weird but I am being dead serious.
We thought it would be a funny little request to give you, as I have read a few of your other pieces of writing with my friend and I am intrigued to see what you will do with this request and if you will meet my standards..🙊🙊🙊
In this fanfic may you please add the following:
! Male reader dominates pou
Pou is submissive to ! Male reader
Bondage used on Pou
OPTIONAL:
Piss kink (drinking piss)
Wax play
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For the setting/scene, can it please be within the house of the readers at a sleepover! <3 ^^
Yours sincerely- one of your friends other friends.....
You have 3 days to find out who this is from, they may own up, they may not? Guess we will see what happens.....
Pou's Sleepover? (You're not sleeping)
Hey Pookies I got mail 💌
Part 1 | Part 2
Warnings: I guess everything they asked me.
For this absolute Baddie. I'm going to miss this diva when I finish this.
And because as soon as I got this message I knew who the friend was @binklbob
Nothing. There was literally absolutely nothing in the pantry. You were meant to be hosting all your friends over your house for a little gossip movie night session, but your lack of snacks would cause a problem and that should've already been an omen that this night was doomed from the get go. You switched on your phone to look at the time '10:00PM' before placing it down on the counter.
Rain poured down from the sky, and thudded on your kitchen window. Flashes of lightning followed by rumbles of thunder urged you to get a coat before traversing down the road to your local corner shop. You threw open the door, took a proper look outside and sighed. Well you were the one to organise this in spite of your parent's and friend's disapproval.
Promptly, you sprinted and made it through the shop doors before another grumble of thunder and blaze of lightning sparkled in the sky. Aisles and aisles of snack and confectionaries were laid out in front of you, your hands hovered over the range of choices before your mind was made. You grabbed a random collection of chocolates, crisps and sweets and made your way to the self-checkout.
The same usual sap came out of the machine and you drowned it out thinking of the choice of movies you could put on. A quick check of your back pocket and you discovered that you had forgotten your phone in the kitchen, which conveniently had your card in it.
"Fuck." you sighed.
Now you'd have to put all this stuff back, go home and then come back before-. Beep card accepted. A hand had reached over your shoulder, grazing your skin just a little causing you to shiver.
"Sorry you looked a bit distressed."
You turned your head to get a closer look at this hooded stranger.
"Pou?" you questioned.
"Yes?" he said while collecting all the snacks and putting them into a bag, not making any eye contact.
"Why are you here? Why did you pay? I could've done it."
"Well I thought I couldn't show up to your house empty handed, so I decided to come here and collect some last minute things. By the looks of it you needed the help." he whispered. "Come on let's go to yours together"
Pou was one of the people you had invited to the movie night, he was a quiet guy that always sat in the back of your class who never made an effort to talk to or be friends with anyone. To be fair, the only reason you had even invited him in the first place was because he was the cousin of one of your friends, and they for some reason really wanted him there. He was probably around a few inches shorter than you, and had messy brunette hair that covered a good part of his face, so much so it blurred the colour of his eyes and gave him a wall to hide behind.
"Um.. I'll pay you back when i'lI get home."
"It's alright." he huffed quietly.
"Do you wan me to carry that?" you held out your hand.
"Thanks it weighs a ton. How much did you get?" he handed over the bag and it was as light as a feather, guess he didn't work out much.
"A good amount to sustain all of us." you chuckled.
"Well it's wayy too much us two, we are not going to finish all of this."
You stopped in your tracks just outside your gate with your hand on the latch ready to unlock it. Pou turned around, his brows furrowed and his head tilted to the side.
"What do you mean?"
"Well my cousin couldn't come and all her friends aren't coming either, It is just you and me. Didn't you get a text from them? They all came down with a cold."
A text you would have gotten if you hadn't left your phone at home, It really was just going to be you and this guy.
"I'm sorry I thought you knew."
"If I knew would I have bought all this? I mean, why would you even come? I don't know you." you shook the bag in his face, but fear flashed in his eyes that lead guilt to creep into your heart.
"I came because I thought you would have prepared everything for nothing, so even though we aren't really that close, I felt that at least my presence here would mean all your good efforts wouldn't go to waste." he stuttered out hanging his head low, like a sad kitten.
Cute...
"You know what let's just go inside and watch something. You are right it would be a waste of good food and effort." You sighed and whipped open the door to let him in, as he past by you, you smelt a waft of vanilla radiating from him. This was going to be a long night.
Keigo was a pro hero. If the constant screams when he darted in the skies didn't show you, then his face plastered on nearly every sports brand would. He was the sight to see, always making it on top of the hottest bachelors list in Tokyo.
There was absolutely nothing this man could do, without it getting clipped and posted on the internet, backed with slow sexy music that intensified imaginary sexual tension.
The public knew all of his secrets, 'Hawks being too friendly with a girl he saved' or 'Hawks sneaking around with a man. Caught on Camera'. Those kinda headlines decorated magazines and online blogs. Breaking hearts throughout Japan. 'How could he do this to me?' Was usually what the comments cried, pleading with him to stop his fraternising, and instead indulge in a sickly sweet romance with them.
It was laughable really, how people fell to their knees, confessing their deepest pleasures online in hopes that he might see it. The blog you really kept up with was a woman called Sara, she was absolutely mental, always posting her plans of "secret" meetings with hawks, and certain services she'd provide. She once even went as far as trying to break into his home, obviously only leaving with a fine and an arrest instead of his toothbrush.
Occasionally, he'd leave a like or two just to ruffle a few feathers and give hope to the masses. However, no matter how intrusive his fans were, no matter how much information they thought they had, they would never know about his biggest scandal.
You.
Well, nothing about your relationship could be considered a scandal. You weren't a pro hero he would sneak about and hook up with in dark alley ways. Neither were you a villain, who would kill civilians by day, then suck the same hero's dick that captured you by night. Unfortunately, that was the problem, you were ordinary, your quirk wasn't interesting, your personality was bland, everything about you screamed average. That's what made you meeting him so special, he was so different than you.
You giggled reading those comments, knowing you were what he'd come home to, and love. It was a routine you guys had, on week days he'd fly in, give you a kiss, take a shower and you'd both be in each others arms until dawn broke. In the morning though, when you woke up there'd be an empty space beside you, his scent still lingering. When you got yourself dolled up to get to work, a post-it note would greet you daily, always different lovely messages scratched on with the shitty hand writing ever.
'You'll do great today.'
'Kick some ass.'
'I'll cook dinner tonight.'
Not all relationships were perfect, and yours was far from it, but as you stood here clutching a yellow post-it note with a message that spread butterflies in your stomach, you wondered if there was another word to use inplace of perfect to describe this.
If only that was it. If only you just left it there. If only you didn't glance at his phone while he was in the shower.
If only you didn't scroll down to open up an array of messages. Dates you recognised as times he just couldn't come home, too "busy" with hero work...
"when are you coming over age babes? I miss your cock."
Sometimes, you'd visit Kenma at his dorm, he'd be snuggled up in rolls and rolls of blankets, not noticing your presence until you gently shook him awake.
It was these moments that made being with him just perfect. Soft light would peep through his blinds basking your face in a soft glow, and spotlight his sleeping form.
This relationship was bound to end, you knew by the glossiness that replaced love when he looked at you, the spark was gone, completely. Part of you wondered if it was because your honeymoon phase ended, but surely it wouldn't be after 2 to 3 years, usually that happens after a few months or a year, and that wouldn't be a solid excuse for his carelessness.
It's not that he didn't love you anymore, you'd already dreamed of the house you'd have, your children. It boiled down to his attention, or lack thereof to better say it. He was so intent on getting his channel to the top, more views, more subscribers, more money, leaving you in the dust. It wouldn't be a problem if he just communicated it clearly, but he didn't, forgetting you here, locked out his room as he chats to the masses, dreaming of the past.
"Hey babe! My first subscriber, see I'm going somewhere" he screamed with joy.
"OMG. Are you sure it's not Kuroo?" you exclaimed, beaming with joy.
"Yes it's not him, it's some person called 'Boba_Bear'."
"Sooo, how are we going to celebrate?" you decided boba, as it was fitting, and you both laughed your way home, in each others arms.
As of now though, knocking on the door would prove useless, even if he knew that it was you. You sulked away, like an abandoned kitten, wiping stray droplets from your cheeks, and gripping onto his nekoma jersey that you stole. Sitting on the bus quickly bored you, so you decided to tune into his stream to see what required more attention than his partner. There he was, bright as day, socialising with people that knew him only from the surface.
You, who'd been with him since he was a child, going to all his games and comforting him when he didn't feel like enough. As a matter of fact, you would sit on his bed as he explained and commented on every bit of the game.
"You should be a steamer you know."
"No way it'll never work out." He chuckled
"No I'm serious, you love playing these games, why not make some money from it?"
Now your greatest investment, first love and childhood friend, never even glanced back to even talk to his person that gave him the push. So, what did you do? Well you signed in as 'Boba_Bear', you always thought you'd tell him one day, but that never happened. Your fingers hoovered over the keyboard, thinking of something to say, if this was the only way to get through to him then so be it.
'Do you have a partner?'
"Oh, I get this question alot, nah I'm single, you all don't have to worry about a thing." He stated then winked at the camera
You decided.
Your first and last comment?
'We're done. I hope it was all worth it.'
Other chats flooded the screen.
'Wth'
'Who is that'
'Probably some crazy bitch.'
'Fuck off hater.'
'Dont you just hate clingy fans.'
'You weren't in a relationship with him, he is just a streamer'
'#trustinKozume.'
'Be my partner then.'
His eyes slid to the side of his monitor responding to the sudden flood of chats, he scrolled up looking for the one that started it all. His eyes landed on yours recognising the name, but not understanding the message.
Warnings: Protected sex, dorm sex, female reader. NOT PROOFREAD.
Thank you @brie-is-cheesy for the idea, I saw the vision and here we are.
How on earth would you face hero now, not only did you steal his wrench, but you tried to fuck his medical helper. In a sense was kinda like you tried seducing his brother; his brother's spirit always lingering about in there.
"Listen! OKAY You simply don't understand, I just wanted comfort. For fucks sake, I'm going to be thrown out of that uni soon. I'm sorry that I accidentally almost tried to fuck baymax, but I-" you screeched through the mic on your phone
"Woah Woah Woah. Calm down!" He sighed. "I- obviously, what you did was fucked up, I mean really fucked up. I'm just- why?"
"I already told you why-"
"No. I mean why didn't you. Call me. I could've helped." He sounded desperate, like he was tugging on the thin threads connecting you both through the phone. It just hit you. Omg. Did- was hero interested in you?
"Hello? Are you still there?" He questioned, calm as ever.
"Yeah. I'm here. I just don't understand. Aren't you mad?"
"Of course I'm mad, I'm just more annoyed the fact that you needed help, or were worried about your place there, and you didn't tell me. Or anyone for that matter." His salted caramel voice pulled at the pit of your stomach.
"Not like I'm forcing you to be comfortable with me, or tell me all your problems but-" he blabbered.
"Hero. Where are you right now?"
"I'm at the dorms. In my room. Why?"
"Kay." You hung up the phone, someone was definitely going to sort out your problems now.
You knocked on the door, hard, but some part of you did that to send a message of how rough you wanted to be fucked tonight. He opened it, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, they widened realising you were Infront of him. He was dressed in a red tee, with black trousers barely hanging onto his waist.
"Oh, I didn't know you were coming over. My room is kinda a mess." Panic entered his eyes.
You pushed your way past him, his room was a mess, a real mess. Bits of mother boards were scattered around the room, and books varying in topic laid on his desk in uneven piles. That didn't matter though, you gazed at his bed, the duvet was balled up in a corner on top of the pillow. At least you weren't going to be banging a guy with football, or PS5 bed sheets.
Hands wrapped around your waist.
"You can't just waltz in here, I'm a guy I'm going to get the wrong conclusion, let's talk in the common room or something."
You tipped your head up to look at him, then planted a kiss on the tip of his nose.
"What if your conclusion is the right message I'm trying to get across." You smirked
Freeing yourself from the cage of his arms, you kicked off your shoes and layed on his bed, facing him. Only then, you realised his bedside table, interesting, people always keep such dirty things in there like; Magazines, condoms or dildos.
Curiosity got the better of you, and you opened it.
"Don't touch that!" He frantically stepped forward and shut the drawer.
"What's in there, condoms?"
"Yes." Oh, he'd slept with others. "Baymax gave them to me, said something about uni students and losing virginity."
"Bring them out, you'll need them." You gigged while removing all of your clothes.
"Wait!" He grabbed your arm and looked into your eyes, you observed the fear in his. "Are you. Sure about this? Like really sure."
"Yes. Fuck me..." He didn't move. "Please.." you teased.
He climbed on top of you pushing you flat on his bed. He kissed you so hard and desperate you were worried he was going to fracture your teeth. His kisses and nips moved down to your neck, taking extra care loving you there, probably even leaving a few hickeys too.
He pulled away from you and opened the drawer, and grabbed a fresh pack of condoms. He unboxed them taking out a foil wrapper that would contain all the goodness of even having sex in the first place. Suddenly, he paused.
"Is- something wrong?"
"I'm sorry. I don't know how to put it on." His cheeks flushed red, cute.
You helped him slide it on, obviously with more touch than you needed to, it was always better to know the weapon you were going to be stabbed with. He aligned himself with you, before he entered, and looked at you one last nod of approval before any action.
The answer?
Fuck yes.
He plunged himself into you, filling you up until you felt a slight bulge forming on your stomach, he cupped your cheek and gave you a kiss on the forehead before starting to thrust.
Pleasure.
Slight pain.
Pressure.
Every chance he got he kissed you, deep, with love. He thrusted into you so hard the headboard repeatedly banged against the wall, and worries of the bed breaking under you entered your head.
His grunts and groans told you he was near, very near to exploding. You held his hand, feeling the callouses of constantly building machinery, and the warmth. It built up in you too, and you both came together.
Both sweaty and panting uni students, holding eachother for warmth and protection, if this was going to be your last week here, this was definitely worth it.
Warnings: IDK ILL DO WHEN I FINISH. Enjoy.
Please um this is the shittest thing I've written.
Everyone was gone, only the light in your workshop was on. You were working on your latest invention -well, if you could call it that- in reality you were failing all your classes; this was the last ditch effort to stay in this uni.
All you needed to do was twist the last bolt tight then you could leave. However, as you went to do that the end of the wrench snapped off and clanked on the floor.
"UGH come on!"
You held your head in your hands while tears welled up in your eyes, this really needed to work. Scouting the area, a wrench glared at you on the other side of the workshop, Hero never cleans anything. You walked over and picked it up; the chill of the metal froze your hand. His brother's initial was drawn on the bottom, it brought out guilt in the pit of your stomach, but he wasn't the one on the brink of getting kicked out.
As you retreated back to your corner, turning the wrench in your hand while walking. A heavy box caught your foot, you tumbled forward face first onto the floor. Pain exploded throughout your body, great it was just what you needed to end your day.
It came to you to just lay there for the rest of the day, to give up and hand in your letter of apology for wasting their time by attending- A soft tone came from a red box, before a quick "Power on." robotic voice. Huh? Oh no. Not Hero's stupid marshmallow man.
"Hello I am Baymax." He put his palm facing you and slowly waved. "you are in pain"
"Yea you're kinda stating the obvious." You growled out, still feeling the ache from your body.
He waddled until he reached beside you. No warmth came from him, he was a robot so that was a given, he reached his hand out and you grabbed it pulling yourself up.
"Is there... Anyway I can. Help?"
"Can you do repairs?"
"Yes I can repair people's outsides and insides." He stated
"No. I mean machines, can you? Screw a bolt in"
"I am. Sure I can be of assistance."
That last bolt was a killer, his plushy outside wouldn't serve in the strength department, but it was better than nothing. So, you took him to your mess of an invention, handing him Hero's wrench. He grabbed it in-between his index finger and thumb. Then repeatedly banged it on the bolt.
That was, unsurprising, he was a medic robot not a mechanical one. The sound of metal was eager to give you a headache.
"STOP!" you shouted. "Just. Stop." You plopped on the floor in defeat.
He dropped the wrench on the table before gliding next to you.
"Humans (when in distress) require another presence to alleviate the worries and doubts, so there. There." He said while patting your head.
"Im going to cry if you carry on" you threatened with your head folded into your lap. "You aren't really a person, and I doubt anyone is here at this time, so are there any easier ways to calm down." As your voice was muffled, it took the robot quite a while to decipher your needs.
"A good way to... Calm down, for humans, is slow and steady sexual intercourse with a loved one." He stopped petting you, and you lifted your head to look at him.
You chuckled. Was he serious? There was no one in this floor who had any experience in the bedroom. I mean, it was a school overflowing with nerds, who would rather do maths as a hobby, than touch another human being.
"There's no one on this floor dumbass. Only you and me." You flicked your arm to show the emptiness of the workshop.
"I am sure I. Can be of assistance."
"Urgh. What the fuck, do you even. I mean. do even have a penis?" A quick check of his underside proved that he didn't. How was he going to help, and there was no way in hell your first time was going to be with a medically trained robot.
"No I do not have any , I am a non gender confirming being, I am only a piece of machinery to aid others."
"uh huh. So how are you going to assist me if you are only a chunk of metal."
"I can help with my. fingers." He brought up one blob of his suit, and wiggled it in your direction.
You know what. You'd try it, not because of some weird fetish but just because it sounded like a dumb idea, and if you were going to get kicked out anyway, so wth who cared.
He lifted you on the table then tapped your head, urging you to lay down. Nothing screams romantic like the constant whirring of a fan tucked into his white suit to keep him, alive? Could you even say that for a robot?
He carefully pulled down the band of your tights, with his large fingers gliding against the heat of your core. The underwear was next, he took both items of clothing then folded them, and placed them beside your head. Well you couldn't really ask a robot to be sexy.
You opened your legs and rolled your eyes, something told you this wasn't going to be the best sex you would ever have had. He ployed around your hole with the tip of his finger, never making an attempt to slip in or rub your clit to relieve some pressure.
"Can you. Like um actually make me cum at some point today."
"I, because of the code in my system, cannot make someone cum."
"Urgh forget it!"
You got off the table and pressed his off button, he retreated back to his red box as you gathered your clothing and got dressed. You'd work on your invention tomorrow, right now you need to go home and think about what you were about to do.
As you were cozying up at home your phone rang, hero's name popped up on the screen. Strange.
"Hello?"
"What is Wrong with you!"
"Stop screaming it's late."
"Why the FUCK. Would you fuck my robot. My brother died before he could finish that thing and you just tried to sleep with it."
Warnings : Happy birthday my pookie I wrote this to traumatise you, also for any outsiders I am deeply sorry for my actions. However you do not understand the weight this little lady bird has over my friend.
Crickets croaked and hopped around in the bushes under your window. You sighed, there was nothing to do; even though going to Spain was exciting, (your brother's name because I cannot do you the horror of outing you online) got sick leading to your mum and dad rushing him to the hospital like he was about to liquify.
Leaving you here. Alone!?
Well outside would be better than inside, at least you'd feel the sun your family came here for. Pattering around outside, You looked at the variety of plants and flowers that littered the garden.
White daises, purple tulips, and pink carnelians. Gazing at them, you lightly lifted them to smell the sweet aroma that poured out of their pores. When you took in your surrounds, you noticed a small opening in the thicket of the hedge. Curiosity got the better of you, well the worst that could happen was a peek into the neighbours garden and an angry man cursing at you in Spanish.
What you didn't expect, after clawing your way through the dense hedge, was... A greenhouse. It was abandoned, cracking windows and plants overruling their habitat, over shadowing the trees next to it. A dirt path lead to a cracked glass door with moss wrapped around the handle. Skeptical of course, but interested enough to endanger your safety. You looked around to see if there was an owner to this dilapidated building. No one. So you trotted down the path and whipped the door open. Stepping inside.
Broad shoulders greeted you, back muscles flexed hypnotising you closer. It was a man, his skin was black doted with crimson spots, he was without a shirt, which was good for you. He was working on something so you tipped your head sideways to view it properly, carefully, he was working on a small potted plant, shoving dirt in the sides and placing pellets on the roots.
"Who are you?" You whispered
He jumped back and threw his head in your direction.
"How... How did you get in here?" He put his hand on his heart, his eyes bulging from his head.
"There was a hole in my fence. I-I- can leave if you'd like."
"No No I'm just, shocked I don't get that many visitors." He laughed.
"Oh. I um I noticed that you were. Um. Do you need help."
"Sure."
"Okay. Just tell me what to do." You said while walking to the wooden bench. He was blushing, you could see the
"Um, so I'm just potting this plants to decorate the fields. Like this." He demonstrated, then got you a clay pot and a small cactus, your hands touched as you reached for the soil. He snickered then pulled his hand back.
You tried as hard as you can to plant it, it just kept hopping right out, after a few unsuccessful attempts of it poking you. Finally, it stayed put, and you held it up to him. Only to realise he was watching you the entire time with curiosity in his eyes.
"I'm sorry little fairy, but I'm just in awe, I've never seen a human before. Can I ?" He raised his hand slowly, like you were a beast he wanted to pet.
You tilted your head closer, so he could feel out your face.
"Your skin is so soft. Well that is a given, you don't sleep outside, only in a nice comfy bed. How does it feel to sleep under shelter?"
"You have shelter too!" You exclaimed pointing at his greenhouse, while he was still exploring the grooves of your face. "Well you could hardly call it that." You said while taking in your surroundings, there is not way this was keeping him warm through cold nights.
He laughed softly, a flash of sadness clouded his eyes.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes I was just wondering. Would you let me. Kiss.. you?" He questioned as a tint of red peaked on his cheeks.
"Oh-"
"I know I'm being very forward, but as a human specimen, you are quite interesting. I would love to study you. Every part of you." He clarified.
You nodded slightly as he stepped closer, inching his hand closer to your chest.
"May I?"
"Yes" he was attractive, extremely attractive his dark skin complimented yours perfectly.
He started with massaging your neck, then went lower to cup your breasts, you flinched from the forwardness, insisting him to say "I am sorry, this is quite. Rude of me. I am Gaston, I have lived here for my whole life, and throughout that I have never ever met someone as gorgeous as you my little fairy." His voice was smooth it licked your ears and calmed you down while he explored you; taking off any bits of clothing he could.
Cold wind scratched your chest, it was dark. Already? From head to toe you were naked. He held your bare breast before licking it then engulfing your nipple between his teeth. Shots fired in your nerves system, he was an unknown man that held you in his arms, but you were horny, so it didn't necessarily matter. Suddenly, his eyes flicked up at you, he let go of your tit in his mouth and instead held your hands.
"My little fairy. Do you mind heading to that plot over there." He pointed to a small plot of vines with his thumb.
You followed his instructions for no reason to be fair, only fueled by the ache in your lower stomach for something to fill you. He followed behind unzipping his trousers.
"Can you lay down for me."
"near the vines?"
"Yes little fairy." He smirked
You got yourself comfortable, laying down against the concrete, and as if by magic the vines came to life. Wrapping around your legs and splitting them apart, exposing your core to the elements. He laughed maniacally.
"Finally, a stupid petulant human, easily fell for my trap." He cackled while holding his thick girthy cock in his hand, pumping it looking down at you.
"Who.. Who are you." You gasped.
"I told you. I am Gaston." He pointed to himself. "I control all the plants in this house. And I have been waiting. One day just for one human to come and pleasure them. They having been waiting patiently." He nodded to the gargle of vines now exploring your body.
One even been bold enough to pound at your entrance until you gave in and let it roam around your inside too. Very quickly you realised the vines had thorns, which scrapped and clawed at your insides. Was it strange to say you liked this? The pain drove the pleasure higher. Until you were a panting little dog worn out from the merciless fuck. They were thick enough to fill you until they hit your cervix and strong enough to hold your waist still as multiple strings of vines pushed into you from all holes.
All while Gaston jerked him self off over you watching your each and every move.
"Make.. ahhh. Them. S-Stop." You moaned.
"No my little fairy you look like your having enough fun on your own. Do you like what my leaves do to you? Mmm, because just watching you now you love it. Can't get enough can you?"
It was true. Oh so true. Others wanted to be pounded by their crushes while you were being railed by a bush. And oh you so loved it very dearly. You were going to cum. Soon, proven by the way your body twitched around the vines coaxing of your insides. Gaston also looked close, his pumps became sloppy and thick green cum peeked out of his length. Pushing you closer to the edge
You exploded like confetti, your juices released against the vine. As his green sludge poured over you coating you in a thick layer. You were cold, tired and fucked out.
"Watching this now. I think I want to hold onto you for a while." He laughed, the walked away leaving you in this mess.
You weren't going home anytime soon, but what excited you most was maybe one day he'll actually fuck you instead of using the vines
