Oh My… I Don’t Know What It Is Specifically About This Fic. But I Am Team Mephisto Now Bitches

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i am nothing but shooketh at the pure power that this piece radiates. wonderful. fantastic. inspired.

*chef’s kiss*

Black Marauder (kth)

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: admiral!taehyung x pirate!reader

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 15k

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: pirate au, fantasy, enemies to lovers, smut, a sprinkle of angst & fluff.

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: 18+, smut. penetrative sex, unprotected sex, fingering, riding, ice play, bondage, degradation, nipple play, hand-job, oral (male receiving), squirting, overstimulation, dirty talk, silk play(??), femdom, sub!taehyung.

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: when it comes to getting what she wants, a true pirate seldom abides by the rules - and admiral kim taehyung is about to learn just how dirty you can play it.

or: you need taehyung to paint your portrait, and end up roping him in in more ways than one.

𝖆/𝖓: this is a stand-alone oneshot, but exists in the same universe as wintervale, which this story precedes. if you squint, you might be able to spot a slight crossover in characters. admittedly, this wasn’t meant to be nearly as long as it turned out (was aiming for one scene of steamy pirate sex and ended up with over 15k somehow?) but I really like it so I hope you guys enjoy it nonetheless. 

SERIES MASTERLIST: HERE

“You want me to what?”

The Admiral stands amidst the opulence of your quarters with his eyebrows raised in disbelief. As the flickering light from the overhead chandelier catches in the hollows of his cheekbones, you cannot help but give pause to admire him - it is not often you play host to such distinguished guests in your quarters, let alone a man so virile and handsome. He looks positively devilish in his crisp naval uniform, arms folded across a broad chest as he leans back against your dining table, and this fact alone is enough to make you want to ruin him. It would not be the first time a man of such high status had lost his dignity before you.

“I believe you heard me, Admiral,” you repeat, leaning back in your chair with your chin tilted upwards as you regard him. “And if you care for the wellbeing of your men - all of whom are currently tied up across my deck, if memory serves - then you will comply.”

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immediately putting this into my favorites

god- this was delicious. i don’t know WHY big guys with an appetite have such a death grip on me, but they do 😭 yum

the unexpected - happy halloween

Fat Gum x Reader (NSFW)

Synopsis: You've had a crush on Tai for as long as you've known him and it finally comes to a head after a Halloween party for the heroes.

Warnings: angst, fluff, bashful tai, protective tai, hungry tai, yearning and pining; talk of tai's massive cock, fingering, handjob, oral (female receiving), grinding and humping bc you can't take tai's cock the first night yall fool around

Word Count: 7.7k

A/N: I know I should have written something like the overstim vamp!gojo fic for today since i an accumulation of kinktober on Halloween day should be super raunchy. But I'm sick, I'm fried, I'm overworked and exhausted and this is what I came up with. I'm sorry.

Being friends with other Pro-Heroes wasn’t an easy feat. With such busy schedules, there’s rarely time to see each other. Politics always play a role. And the media will take even the tiniest thing and run with it. Your eyes meet during an interview and even dare to linger? You’re clearly infatuated. You laugh at one of their jokes or fix your hair in their presence? You must have a crush. Dance at an event? Share a drink? Go out for dinner? See a movie? Dating.

Go home together after a long party because it’s too far to commute back to your place?

You’re clearly fucking.

“Are you sure, Tai?” You made him meet your gaze. You both knew the implications if the media saw you leave together. “I don’t want to give the media another reason to talk about you like that again.”

Taishiro laughed, making his whole body shake, strands of his blond hair falling from the Robin Hood cap he wore. The tight green costume hugged every curve of his body, significantly tighter than it was earlier this evening after he made a few passes at the buffet. Still, he was more muscle than anything else, and the few reporters on scene--specifically the gossip ones--had their eyes glued to him. You had to pull him away before his tights became their namesake and showed off every inch of him. More than they already were.

It was an internal battle to keep your eyes on his chest and above.

“I’m used to it, (Y/N).” He popped a Reese’s pumpkin into his mouth as he smirked.

Fuck. Taishiro smirking, eyes glittering with a hint of mischief, was deadly. You had to lock your knees to prevent yourself from--like a southern lady from the fifties--clutching your pearls and swooning. You blamed the media. It was because of the damn gossip columns that you started to have a crush on the BMI Hero.

When the two of you started taking more and more missions together, hanging out outside of work, doing the things two normal friends do, the media started to spin it as Does Fat Gum Have a Girlfriend? And, no matter how hard you tried not to read it, all that speculation started to get to you. Like how apparently his eyes were practically “brimming with hunger” --their words--whenever he looked at you. Or how he supposedly stands closer to you during interviews and always tries to make you laugh.

And with that came all the talk about other aspects of Tai’s life. Particularly what it was like behind closed doors, where clothes were optional. There was endless speculation on Tai’s...physical appearance. You’d been asked more than once if you’d seen Taishiro in anything other than his hero costume or everyday clothing. Usually with Tai right next to you. Your face always burned as you bypassed the question. Sometimes Tai would laugh and drop his hand to the small of your back, making you stutter through your words even worse than you already were.

But that’s why you stared up at the hero as the party continued in full swing around you. You were a forty-minute train ride from your apartment. Tai’s place was a ten-minute cab ride. A notion he realized himself when he caught you trying to hide a yawn. He was already picked apart in the media; if the two of you left together and anyone saw you both enter his apartment? The media would have a fucking frenzy with it. Not to mention the fact that you didn’t think you’d be able to survive spending the night there. Not when your mind was very far in the gutter.

He’d asked you to dance earlier, and when the upbeat pop song changed to a slow, romantic one, you’d nearly sprinted from the dance floor. Except, to Tai, you were just two friends dancing. So he saw nothing weird about hooking an arm around your waist, pulling you close--so close that you could feel every dip and ridge of his muscles--and swaying to the music. You’d spent half the song praying he couldn’t hear or feel your thumping heart and the other half ignoring how fantastic his body felt against yours and how it made you feel.

“I’m really okay take the train back to my place, Tai; I don’t want to impose.”

“(Y/N),” he said as he leaned down and smiled his staple crooked smile, “you could never impose.”

You bit your lip. You really shouldn’t go home with him. That wouldn’t help your growing feelings. Not at all. But you couldn’t say no to him when he smiled at you like that. So you nodded, shoved down your feelings, and whispered an okay.

“Great!” He hooked an arm around your shoulders and steered you towards the exit. “Let’s go.”

“Wait, Tai.” Panic erupted in you.

“What?” He didn’t stop walking.

You could feel eyes on you as Tai hugged you close.

“We’ve only been here for a few hours; the party isn’t over yet.”

Tai frowned and stepped in front of you, crossing his arms over his chest.

“(Y/N), you’re tired, and I’m starving. We don’t owe it to anyone to stay any longer. We’re allowed to leave.”

You knew that. But it didn’t give you enough time to gather and push down your feelings. Which were getting dangerously close to the surface as Tai stared at you, waiting for you to answer. You sighed, and he grinned.

“I know. Okay. Let’s go.”

You glanced back at the party-goers as you left, making eye contact with a reporter you recognized that loved to ask the more inappropriate questions. Have you two ever kissed? Have you ever had romantic thoughts about each other? Have you slept together? And Tai, the frustrating gentleman than he was, always answered the questions the same way. If we have, you would be the last to know. He never got mad at them. Most likely due to his determination to always maintain his cheery hero persona--one that seemed to just be him--but he always remained civil. Although there was one exception.

It was a few weeks back when the two of you had decided to patrol his neighborhood together. A slow day led to a reporter tracking you down and getting the scoop. Crime rates, All Might information, updates about Fat Gum’s agency. And then his eyes fell on you, and the questions started to dive into the territory they always did. How long have you two been friends again? Do you have a significant other? What are your thoughts on the costume restrictions heroes have? But then he did what most reporters did: dared a question he really should’ve kept to himself.

We’ve seen the way the two of you look at each other. There’s no way you two haven’t been...intimate. C’mon, give us the scoop. Is he as big as the rumor mill says?

Tai had his hand in the same spot he always did when he got that, as the media labeled it, protective aura about him. It twitched against your back before he leaned in, his smile dropping to a very clearly unamused line.

“I’m standing right here. Why don’t you ask me?” His brows pinched, and his hand closed around the back of your shirt. “Would you ask All Might and Endeavor the same question?”

That made the reporter break down to incomplete sentences, half apologies, and a half-hearted goodbye. Tai never commented on it after the fact, his smile slowly returning as you continued on your patrol route, hand staying on your back for the next few blocks before he needed a candy boost. Then it returned to his side as if nothing had happened. But that stayed with you. It’s what you thought of as you tried to ignore the weight of the reporter’s gaze on your back as you left.

Outside, the fall air whipped around you, and you wished you’d worn more than the bubble gum dispenser costume. Tight white shirt covered in poofy balls, a glittery red short skirt, knee-high white socks, and red heels to match the skirt. A small piece of painted cardboard read 25¢ was pinned to your skirt. It’d been Tai’s idea when you couldn’t come up with anything for the party. Well, he’d said candy dispenser, but you decided bubblegum faired better.

A cab pulled up within seconds of you stepping outside, and you eyed the BMI Hero. When the hell had he called that? You’d been with him nearly the entire night, and you’d never seen him use his phone.

You blushed as he held the door open for you. More so when he slid in next to you and his thigh pressed firm against yours. He gave the driver his address, and the cab took off. You prayed no one had seen the two of you climb in together. It was purely platonic. You knew that. But your anxiety? Your wandering thoughts? They didn’t. They made you hyperaware of his hand that had fallen next to yours, resting on the line between your thigh and his. His fingers nudged yours as the car went over a manhole cover.

You would’ve pulled away had you not loved the jolt of electricity each touch shot through you. Even if each one left you with the gut-twisting reminder that the two of you were never that. Never anything more than friends. Tai had made that clear, and you had as well; it was near impossible not to when interacting with the press. You glanced up at the hero as he lazily watched the passing building, eyes out the window without a car in the world--except maybe his growling stomach.

His smile was soft, features illuminated by the multicolored city lights. Blond hair that bounced with the car’s movement, barely contained under the tiny green costume cap. His eyes were lit with curiosity while maintaining his usual heroic level of observation. You knew without a shadow of a doubt, if someone was in danger, he’d be out of the cab before you could even tell the driver to pull over. Because he was good. All heroes, to some extent, were good. But Tai was good. So fucking good. You wanted him to lean over, cup your cheeks with his hands, and kiss you until the rest of the world washed away.

It made tears sting your eyes as a sharp pain found itself in your chest.

You forced yourself to look away and sniffled as quietly as you could manage.

This was getting out of hand.

A gentle tap on your leg made you turn towards Tai. Those alight eyes were on you now. A tiny crease between his brow as his mouth fell into a concerned line. He lifted a hand and you froze, biting your cheek to stop the gasp from leaving you when he brushed a strand of hair from your face.

“You alright?”

No, you really, really weren’t.

“Yeah, sorry. Just yawned extra hard.” You hated lying to him. But you couldn’t exactly tell him the truth. “Made my nose a little runny.”

You tried a laugh, it came out awkward, but Tai smiled. So it worked well enough.

“You’re right off to bed then when we get home.”

You nodded and tore your gaze from his. It hurt too much otherwise. It was going to be agony sleeping at his place. And as soon as you got there--Tai far more nonchalant about exiting the cab and walking into the apartment complex than you--you knew you should’ve gone back to your place. The long train ride would’ve been worth it compared to the ache that shook your bones when you entered his comfy, warm apartment.

“If you’d like to shower, you’re more than welcome to. You can take my bed, I’ll take the couch. But, if you’re anywhere near as hungry as me, I’m going to whip up some snacks before turning in.” He grinned, pulling his hat off and tossing it on the kitchen counter.

“I-I’ll shower if that’s alright.”

It was both the deadliest and the safest option. Get away from Tai, wash away the tears that wanted to stain your cheeks, and get out of the costume that felt way too skimpy. But then you were in Tai’s shower. Not a guest shower. His. You stood under the warm water for about thirty seconds, eyes dancing around the bottles of soaps, clean washrag, razor, fluffy towels just on the outskirt of the shower, before you turned the temperature down.

You were going to need an ice bath to drown away the thoughts that were creeping in. You, stupidly, leaned against the shower wall. An image of Tai pinning you there, rolling his hips, grinding his thick, wide, throbbing-

“(Y/N)?” There was a gentle knock on the door. You jerked yourself underneath the icy water. “I grabbed some clothes for you to wear if you’d like. I’ll set them outside the door.”

“T-Thank you.”

You weren’t in the shower much longer after that.

Thankfully, Tai wasn’t anywhere near the door when you cracked it open and grabbed the clothes he had out for you. A stretchy black shirt and a pair of boxers made of the same material. You felt weird going without underwear or a bra, but you weren’t exactly fond of the idea of putting them back on. Hesitantly, you wrapped up your clothes and exited the bathroom. You sat them on his dresser, unsure where else to put them.

The entire apartment smelled like freshly baked cookies.

Instantly, your mouth watered.

“I have ice cream, fruit, some celery, and I made some cookies.” Tai held up a platter of chocolate chip cookies as his eyes fell on you.

“Uh, ice cream, I guess.” You walked nervously across his living room, aware of his gaze fixed on you all the way until you were by his side in the kitchen.

“Ice cream it is.” He cleared his throat before trading the cookie tray for a bowl.

Boy, did he have ice cream. His freezer was stocked with every flavor you could’ve imagined. And he had more than an assortment of toppings for you to use. He munched on a cookie as you scooped yourself a bowl of pecan caramel swirl, added a drizzle of chocolate sauce--Tai’s recommendation--and a dollop of whipped cream. You stood beside him, elbows against the kitchen counter, as you took tiny bites of the dessert.

He stood silently next to you, only on his second cookie, back against the counter. His shirt was growing see-through as it struggled to fit, and he glanced down at it. You smiled as he cursed under his breath and tugged the hem down, as if that were going to do anything. You were halfway through your bowl when he suddenly broke the silence.

“What were you crying about in the cab earlier?”

You nearly choked on your bite and had to take a moment to collect yourself.

“I- what?” You sat the spoon down. “I wasn’t crying.”

Tai frowned.

“If you’re worried about what the news is going to spin about us leaving together, I wouldn’t worry; all Might and Endeavor are scheduled to make appearances at the latter half of the party. That’s what all the talk will be about.”

“No, I don’t care about that.” You opened and closed your mouth. You’d been given an out, and your dumbass had spoken before you could stop yourself. “I mean, I do care. I don’t want them writing about something that isn’t their business.”

“So then what was it?” His voice was so soft, so delicate. “Did I do something? If I made you feel like you had to come here, if I pressured you at all, that wasn’t-”

“No, Tai, no. You didn’t do anything.”

Which was the truth. He hadn’t. You’d wanted him to kiss you, but that was your own fantasy creeping out. That wasn’t on him. It never would be.

You, mistakingly, lowered your gaze to his mouth where he frowned. And it lingered. You wanted him to kiss you. More than anything in the world. But he never would.

That sharp pain was back.

You stared down at your melting ice cream for a beat. Tears were beginning to well up, and you begged for them to disperse. This wasn’t your first time in Tai’s apartment, but it would be your first night. And you didn’t want to taint that, or the delicious scent of cookies, because of some stupid school-girl crush you had on him. Or throw away the almost year and a half of your friendship.

But a question was nagging at the back of your mind.

“Do you care?” You shifted your weight from foot to foot, eyes still on your ice cream. “You know, you never seem to really care what the media says about us- you. What they say about you.”

“Yes.” There was no hesitation in his response. It made the pain more acute. Your friendship was the whole reason the media wrote about you.

“Maybe we shouldn’t hang out as often then.” The words left you before you could even process the sentiment in your mind.

For the first time--outside of combat--you noticed Tai’s expression switch to concern.

“What?” He almost looked offended, but you couldn’t tell. Sometimes he was a hard man to read.

“Well, they write about you cause we hang out so often. If we stopped, then they’d probably stop-”

“I don’t give a shit what they write about me.” He reached out, hand on your shoulder, and turned you so you were facing him. “I care about the fact that they always drag you into it.”

His hands balled into tight fists.

“I wanted to rip that reporter a new one a few weeks ago when he…” Tai let out a harsh breath. “That asshole.”

Another question, one the reporters have asked before, slid from you as you stared at the hero. You already knew his answer; he gave the same one every time. But still, you had to ask.

“Why are you so protective of me?” There was no malice in your voice. You never minded the behavior. In fact, it only complicated your feelings towards him.

Tai went quiet, and his expression morphed into something unreadable. You waited for his diplomatic and well-practiced response. She’s like a little sister to me. It was the answer he always gave the press back when you first became friends. But they stopped running with that after the third time he gave it. He stopped using it after month seven when they were firmly on the Does Fat Gum Have a Girlfriend? bit. Then it became cause it’s (Y/N); she’s one of my closest friends.

Finally, he spoke.

“I can’t tell you.” His jaw tensed.

You blinked at him. “What?”

He sat the third cookie he had picked up down on the tray and turned his back to you.

“You’re one of my closest friends, (Y/N); I’m not going to ruin that.”

You reached out and grabbed his sleeve. What the hell was his answer that he couldn’t tell you? And how bad was it that he thought it would ruin your friendship over? Did he think you were weak? That you couldn’t take care of yourself? Maybe he thought you were a charity case. That he’d boost his popularity if he hung out with a lower hero like yourself. The people would praise him, and it’d boost him up a few slots.

“Hey, Tai, talk to me. What’s going on?”

He stopped and peered over his shoulder.

“Tell me why you were crying in the cab.”

It was a staring contest. His yellow eyes seemed richer in his kitchen, and they searched yours like they were looking for buried treasure. All you had to do was lie. Just tell him you were thinking about some bullshit thing. That you were happy to have him as a friend. That you were grateful that he was letting you stay with him because you really hadn’t wanted to take the train home. Hell, you could’ve just said you had to sneeze, and it went away, and were too embarrassed to say anything. You could’ve fucking said anything, and it would’ve been better than what you did. Because all of that wouldn’t have been friendship-altering. It would’ve let you keep going, pretending everything was totally normal between you and him. That you weren’t completely infatuated with him. That you didn’t think about the way he would grin at you from across the room when you ran into each other at meetings with the police. Or how he’d bring special candy for you when you’d patrol together.

But you had to open your mouth. You had to respond. And the only thing that left it was the truth.

“Because I wanted you to kiss me.”

You wished your quirk allowed you to burst into flames. To just instantly combust. You would’ve preferred that to the silence that followed. It felt heavy. Uncomfortable. Your every nerve was on fire, anxiety boiled in your gut, you wanted to turn and run. You’d just thrown your entire friendship away because you couldn’t lie to the hero. You couldn’t keep your feelings to yourself.

“I’m sorry. Forget I said anything. I’m going to go change back into my clothes and catch the next train-”

“Are you lying to me?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but Tai continued. He turned towards you, eyes wide.

“Are you at all lying to me about wanting to kiss me?”

The pain in your chest doubled, and you swallowed hard.

“No,” you squeaked out.

“Oh, thank god.”

You registered Tai’s hands on your cheeks before anything else. They were soft, gentle yet demanding. Then came his body. Hard and warm and all-consuming against you. After that was the way his hair tickled your forehead. How your back arched and your fingers dug into his green shirt. Only then did you feel his mouth on yours. Same as his hands: soft, gentle, demanding.

Determined too. But you were all too awestruck to recognize that one. Because Tai was kissing you. You were standing in his kitchen, in his clothes, while he kissed you. You would’ve stepped back in awe had you not feared it would’ve broken the kiss. So you didn’t. You stayed right in his arms, deepening the kiss, sighing as his tongue swiped across your bottom lip. Tongues touched--only briefly--and you gasped.

Tai broke the kiss there. His forehead fell against yours.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since the day we met.”

He huffed, and you licked your lips. They tasted like cookies and ice cream. Chocolate and pecan. Like all the dreams you’d had of him all combined into one. It was...perfect. He was perfect. Your mind came to a standstill.

“What?”

Tai smiled gently, his laugh just as soft as his grin. “Do I need to kiss you again? Because I’m okay making that sacrifice for you to get it.”

“No- I mean yes.” You held on tight to his costume. “I want you to kiss me again. Badly. I’m just...confused.”

Tai pinched your chin, and amusement clouded his features.

“Confused about what?” He cocked his head to the side.

“I just don’t understand why you...you know….”

“Kissed you?”

You opened and closed your mouth a few times.

I’ve been wanting to do that since the day we met.

There was a lot to unpack there. There was a lot you wanted him to share. To disclose. You wanted a monologue on what that meant. Every last detail. Every last thought he had about you. Because he’d kissed you. Kissed you.

Suddenly, a faint pink dusted over Tai’s cheeks, and he backed away. He rubbed his hand on the back of his head, and his gaze fell to the floor. You’d seen Tai be bashful during interviews when asked about his heroics. But never in this context. Never in regards to you.

“I like you,” he whispered. “Much more than a friend.”

He stepped back, very clearly an act to put space between you. The blush staining his cheeks deepened, and he laughed. It was all nerves, and a strange sense of relief washed over you. You weren’t the only one who felt like their heart was going to burst from their chest. Or that you were practically floating on air as Tai’s kiss lingered on your lips.

Your brows pinched upwards, and you bit your lip.

“It’s…” He laughed dryly. “It’s been agony keeping that to myself. Like dancing with you tonight was a sweet torture.”

He sucked in a sharp breath, mouth gaping open ever so slightly.

“Or seeing you in my clothes.”

You hugged yourself, feeling your cheeks heat. Processing what Tai was saying made for a strange feat. You couldn’t quite believe it. He liked you. He really liked you. And he’d liked you since...so during your entire friendship…

An onslaught of different memories slammed into you at once. When he rested his hand on the small of your back, touch gentle and tender. How he’d lean close when you’d talk or always sit beside you during meetings. When you watched movies together, it didn’t matter what form he was in or what location you’d found yourself at--theater or couch--he always had a part of him touching you. Thigh against thigh, elbow against elbow, hands grazing hands. How he’d held you close while dancing, hands dancing the line between friendly and testing. You’d never thought anything of it because you’d never wanted to hope.

Tai muttered your name, and it was only then that you realized you hadn’t said anything.

You’d left him standing there in silence, stewing in whatever emotions were swirling about him.

“This whole time?” You scoffed. “This whole time?”

“Yeah, this whole time. I wanted to ask you out, but...then we got cornered by that reporter, and they asked if we were a couple, and we both denied it. So, I figured the feelings weren’t reciprocated.”

You knew exactly what time he was talking about. It’d been two weeks after you two had first met--your agencies had decided to team up as a way to boost morale in the local areas, so you’d had a meeting with Tai and his sidekicks, sparking your friendship. You were patrolling, the typical activity that brought extra gazes and whispers, cheers and claps, cameras, and waiting pens. Tai had asked if you’d join him, letting your sidekicks go off down the side streets while the two of you wandered down the main roads.

There was idle conversation, the usual get-to-know-you questions where you scratched only the surface level and attempted to make each other laugh and smile. You were heroes, after all, you had to look the part. And as your heart beat a little faster and your cheeks burned a little hotter, you did your best to make a good first impression. One that, when a local reporter spotted the two of you, had her diving into your newfound friendship with the hero--as well as a few other things.

You two seem to really be hitting it off.

Are you going to patrol together like this in the future?

It’s so hard for heroes to have free time, so it’s always good to see you having fun together while still keeping the streets safe.

You’ve been spending a lot of time together the past couple of days. Perhaps there’s something more there than two heroes doing their due diligence?

Tai had raised his hands and you spoke at the same time.

“No, no, we’re just friends.”

“Oh, no, Fat and I are just friends.”

But what else were you supposed to say? Yeah, I have a crush on the hero next to me, and I want to potentially ruin our budding friendship over something that could be nothing? You were heroes. You weren’t allowed that leniency. And you certainly weren’t allowed to express that to the media. That’d be a shitstorm.

But he’d...all that time you could’ve been together.

“They were reciprocated.” You tugged at the bottom of your--aka Tai’s--shirt. “They were very much reciprocated.”

Tai matched your nervous idleness and poked at a cookie.

“So, what now?”

The ultimate question. You’d kissed, you’d confessed; there was no going back from that. Forward was the only option, except forward was a road of bumps and potholes and uneven tar. You could try and pretend the last few minutes hadn’t happened. But, as you took in his concerned, impatient expression, lips capturing his bottom lip, anxious and embarrassed blush, you knew you couldn’t put the night behind you. There was definitely no going back to normal.

But you didn’t want to go back to normal.

Not in the slightest.

You took a careful breath and eyed the hero. Now wasn’t the time for hesitancy. Now wasn’t the time for the same cowardice you’d felt for the past year. Year. Over a year of pent-up, frustrated, unresolved feelings. No. Now was the time to press the gas, floor it down the highway, and let the airbags cushion however this crashed and burned.

Now was the time for bravery.

“Now I think it’s time for bed, don’t you?”

You clenched your jaw, willing Tai to understand the innuendo. Bravery or not, you weren’t sure if you could say the actual words. Not to his face. Not when he was standing there looking at you so bashfully, body covered in a material so thin and so tight that it was practically begging to be ripped off. You wanted to kiss him again. Every damn inch.

Tai didn’t seem to be breathing, mirroring your own dilemma as you stood there. So you turned and took a few steps towards his bedroom.

“Aren’t you coming?”

It took a second for the words to sink in, to process in Tai’s mind. But as soon as they did, he was after you. You were all but three steps closer to his room when you heard the pads of his feet against the wooden floor, and suddenly you were swept off your feet. You yelped as Tai threw you over his shoulder, arm around your waist to hold you still. Any squirming went ignored and, just as suddenly as you’d been picked up, Tai was dropping you onto his bed.

“Oh, I certainly am.” He pressed his mouth to yours, hands clutching your waist as if that were the only spot they were allowed to go as he climbed atop you. “But you most certainly are.”

Oh. A wave of something washed over you. Embarrassment? Excitement? You gasped as Tai’s body seemed to morph perfectly with yours. He pressed you into the bed, fingers surely to leave bruises, knees nudging yours apart just enough so he could fit between them. It was like something out of a fantasy. He felt phenomenal against you. You never wanted it to end. But--fuck--you needed him to do something besides kiss you. You needed more than the teasing swipe of his tongue against your lips. Of the hands that wouldn’t budge. Of the fact that even though he seemed to have nearly every inch of himself against you, his hips hovered above yours. A knee kept him propped, preventing a rather alluring part of him from touching you.

Desperately, you tugged on his shirt, and he obliged, tentatively. Realization dawned on you as he shifted back onto his knees. He was taking it slow. Wherever the night was leading, he wanted to take his time getting there. That pain from earlier twinged in your chest at the fear of this being a one-night-only event. Tai didn’t seem like a one-night-stand type of guy, but this was a wholly unique scenario. Expectations were up in the air just like his arms were and-

Rational thoughts were gone as soon as Tai’s shirt was stripped from him.

His smirk was a mixture of shyness and smugness. He sat still as your eyes scanned his naked torso. His abs flexed when you lingered there, and you quickly continued, which was a fool’s errand. That brought you below the belt. That reminded you of why tights were called tight...and why so many people were interested in knowing what Tai looked like naked. He stood over eight feet tall when he was in his usual form, and that made people curious.

And you were looking right at that curiosity.

Hard, long, and thick, trapped in what looked like an uncomfortable green prison. Subconsciously, you reached forward, but a hand on your wrist stopped you. You met Tai’s yellow eyes, and he gave you a sympathetic smile.

“Not tonight.” He lowered himself back down and finally let his hips press against yours. He was massive. “It’ll take some working up to.”

He rolled his hips and ground against you in all the right places. You whined in pleasure and in protest, but that only made Tai chuckle.

“Don’t worry, I’m going to stretch you good tonight.” He kissed along your jaw sloppily. “I’ve been dreaming about all the things I’d love to do with you. I plan on making those happen.”

He sunk his teeth into your neck with a harsh sting before pulling away. He huffed, face red and chest expanded.

“If that’s alright with you.” He searched your gaze. “If you want to stop-”

“No, for fuck’s sake, no. Please. I do not. I very much do not.”

Tai chuckled, nodded, and slid a hand beneath your shirt. He took his sweet time lifting it, making sure to leave kisses up your stomach in his wake. Your skin tingled and burned under his touch until cold air rushed against your chest, and you glanced down. Tai hovered over your chest, tongue darting out to wet his lips, eyes locked on yours with the look of pure bliss. Like he’d laid eyes upon an angel or a god, and no you. He groaned, full-body shaking, before he leaned down and gave one of your embarrassingly hard nipples the lightest kiss.

Then another. And another.

Instantaneously, it seemed, you were moaning his name. So that’s where he stayed, listening to his name on your lips as your back arched and you tried to push yourself further against him. A hand found its way beside his mouth, and as he licked and sucked and kissed and the fingers pinched and twisted, nudging and circling. He treated them with the same delicacy one might that bundle of nerves that was between your legs, and it made your body tremble. It was like you were a present entrapped with ribbons and bows, and he was untying them with each delicate swipe of his fingers and tongue.

“Please,” you whined, and Tai dragged his teeth over one nipple, causing you to suck in a breath through your teeth. You rolled your hips against him, earning a muttered curse before that sweet smile was back.

“Forgive me,” he said as he started to kiss lower and lower, retracing his earlier steps, “if I want to savor what I’ve been wanting for so long.”

He stopped, shoulders between your legs, fingers curling into the waistband of the boxers you wore. He waited, and when you lifted your hips, he slid them down. The quiet fuck he let out as his eyes shot to your cunt made you shiver. Apparently, he hadn’t expected you to be without underwear, and you were thankful for that decision.

His hands slid up your thighs as he practically folded you, pressing your knees to your stomach, his hands in a vice grip underneath your knees, and your face burned as he pinned you in place. An easy feat for him. His blond hair tickled your skin as he hovered over your cunt, breath quick to follow. It was shallow, warm. Then a hand left your leg, and his fingers danced over your cunt. Once, twice, three times before he spread your folds and sighed. Hard and heavy. You could feel how wet you were, and you knew you were giving Tai a show as you squirmed beneath his gaze.

Then his thumb swiped over your clit, and your entire body jolted. Again. Again. And again. Slow circles that made you press your head back against the mattress, clamp your eyes shut, ignore the feeling of gushing that was building between your legs.

“Please,” he said, voice strained as his thumb moved a bit faster. “I’ve been craving you for so long. Please, let me feast.”

That ripped through you, head to toe, and all you could do was moan, squirm, and nod your head.

And then Tai’s mouth replaced his thumb, and you thought you were going to combust. He kept your legs pinned to you, hips pressed firmly into the bed, folds spread as he kept true to his word: he feasted. It reminded you of the time you’d gotten ice cream on a particularly hot patrolling meet-up. Fat had his hood-off, his quirk half-used, and he was craving the dessert. So, you’d stopped and gotten two cones. It wasn’t the first time you’d seen him eat ice cream, but most of the time, it was in his full hero form, so he would just practically inhale the damn thing.

This time he savored it. Each lick and swirl of his tongue, every nibble on the cone, even the quick darts of cleaning the corners of his mouth. It made the butterflies in your stomach swarm south. You had to sit with your legs crossed tight just to satiate the pressure even the slightest bit.

And that’s what it felt like here. Like you were the damn cone of ice cream that he was devouring. Savoring. Trying to get every ounce before it dripped off the cone.

You cried out his name as his teeth grazed your clit, and he chuckled, the vibrations rocking your body to its core. And then his tongue dipped lower. It prodded at your entrance teasingly. Tai laughed again, and you fought the grip he held on your legs. He felt so good, so damn good. It was a thousand times better than you’d ever imagined Than you’d ever had from past significant others.

He switched again, mouth returning to your clit, tongue pressing flat against the bundle of nerves, as his fingers circled your entrance. Your eyes widened. You’d admired Tai’s fingers a multitude of times. They weren’t piano fingers. They were thick, huge, and practically deadly fingers. And they felt just as much when he pushed the first one into you. He didn’t wait to curl it, searching for your sweet spot slowly but surely, memorizing each sound the movements pulled from you.

You were stretching around his finger, a tightening building in your stomach that you knew was fast approaching. You tried to say something to the hero, but the burn that accompanied a second finger pushing into you silenced you. A moan took the place of the words as he scissored his fingers, wiggled them playfully. His pace slowed, though, and his fingers pumped a lazy pace that matched his tongue. Slow licks like you were the damn ice cream cone and just as slow pumps where his fingers hit your sweet spot the same agonizingly wonderful way each time.

You wanted to kick your feet out, but Tai kept you in place. It was near irritating how good it felt because he seemed to know exactly what he was doing. He wasn’t trying to rush your high, or chase it down like desperate lovers might during their first rendezvous. He wanted you to feel it in every nerve ending; to make your toes curl, your eyes clamp shut, body tremble like a damn earthquake before you were even near the edge. You were slicked with sweat beneath him, the sounds of his fingers and mouth lapping at you sloppy in the room. It was unbearable. You squeezed his fingers and clawed at the blankets beneath you. It felt so fucking good.

Abruptly, as tears slid down your cheeks, you came.

Tai’s pace remained all the same as you bucked your hips and moaned so raw you were surprised the next breath hadn’t hurt. You felt it in every inch of your body. It was like a searing, delicious, all-consuming liquid ecstasy. You never wanted it to end. And Tai was damn well going to drag it on for as long as he could, staying between your legs until the pleasure turned sharp and your hands found their way into his hair, yanking up until your eyes met.

Wetness dripped from his chin as he brought his fingers to a stop. He gave you a crooked grin and licked his swollen lips. His fingers left you with a soft squelch. He made a show out of bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean.

“Tai,” you murmured. There was a plea in your voice that you knew he understood. You wanted more. You wanted him.

“(Y/N),” he responded. He said your name perfectly. It made you melt into the bed. He crawled up your body, gently lowering your legs until you caged him in. He rolled his hips, letting you feel every long and hard inch of him. “You can beg for it all you want tonight, but you won’t be able to take me.”

You whimpered as he grazed your clit. You knew he was right, but all logical senses were clouded. There was no stopping the second please the slipped from you. He chuckled softly, mouth dropping by your ear.

“Who would’ve thought you’d be just as needy for my cock as the reporters?” He snaked a hand between you and thumbed the waistband of his tights.

He shed himself of the tights with more ease than you were expecting given your position. But that could’ve also been due to a lack of brain function as it seemed to completely stall at the sight of Tai. Yeah, there was no way the two of you were fucking. He was huge. His bashfulness was back as you sat up, eyeing his cock unapologetically.

You reached out and traced a thick vein with your finger. Tai nearly doubled over, a hand coming to rest on your shoulder for support as he stuttered out your name. Still blissed out, you didn’t think before fisting him, dragging your hand along his shafts with lazy pumps. His hand on your shoulder dug into your skin, and you drew your thumb along his slit, relishing in the way his entire body tensed.

Unlike how Tai had with you, there was no self-control or restraint when it came to him. You abandoned the languid movements as soon as Tai moaned your name, driven by each little react he gave you. You may not have been able to fuck, but you were damn well going to get off with him. The sight of him squirming beneath your touch...well...you could understand why his eyes were glued to you when he was devouring you.

As you went to drop a hand between your legs, Tai reached out and stopped you.

His arm was around your waist, and the room spun as he flipped you. You gasped as Tai rightened you on his lap. He was beneath you, where you’d once been laying on his bed, hands on your waist as he guided you down to your knees. He pressed his head back as you instinctively adjusted yourself, accidentally dragging your cunt along his erection.

“That,” he moaned. “Keep doing that.”

He shifted until a hand rested on your lower stomach and his thumb found your swollen clit. You rolled your hips, twitching slightly as he swiped his thumb over your clit with precise stroke.

“And I’ll keep doing that.” He watched you as you nodded. “That’s it, that’s my girl.”

So you did. You followed his instruction, dragging yourself along his cock, his thumb working you closer and closer to your second high. But you didn’t want to cum before him, and your hips were growing sloppier with each swipe of his damn thumb. You tried to say his name as a warning, but he only picked up his pace, his heels digging into the bed as he pressed his cock harder against you. The image of him doing the same, but with his cock slamming inside you, hitting all the right places, hard and throbbing like it was now, it pushed you over the edge.

You practically sobbed his name as you came, and Tai’s hand on your waist was the only thing that kept you upright as you tensed. Through the high of it, as you clenched your jaw and dragged your nails down his chest, his cock twitched, and he kicked the mattress as he lifted himself off the bed. You forced your eyes open as he came, white spurting across his stomach, eyes shut tight, teeth in his bottom lip so hard you thought he was going to draw blood. His hair was plastered to his forehead, sweat slicked his skin just like it did yours, and every muscle in his body was flexed.

When he finally relaxed his grip, you fell beside him on the bed, his arm beneath you. Minutes passed as you caught your breath. Tai was the one to break the silence.

“Tomorrow night.” He rolled over so he could face you. “After patrolling, there’s a showing of My Neighbor Totoro at nine. Please let me take you out on a real date.”

You swallowed the knot in your throat.

“What if we get asked about it? Or if someone saw us go home together tonight?”

“Then I get to tell them to piss off and stop bothering us because I finally get to take my crush out on a date.”

Your cheeks heated, and you brought your mouth to his in a gentle kiss. He smiled.

“If you’re okay with me saying that, of course, I don’t want to-”

“Yes, I am, I very much am.”

Tai’s smile deepened, and you matched it. All felt right in his arms, all felt right when you kissed him. It was perfect. He was perfect. He-

A low rumbling filled the room, and a dark red covered Tai’s cheeks.

He was starving.

“Alright, let’s get you cleaned up,” you whispered. “And then finish the cookies you made.”

He grinned.

“Yes, ma’am.”

i just finished this & i’ve got this big, cheesy smile on my face like an idiot. This was such an endearing post, my heart is on cloud 9 with how cute it is!!! 🥺❤️✨

Secret Admirer (Aizawa & Daughter!Reader)

Request: OML your Dadmight fics are so cute!Could you do one for Aizawa where his kid is a UA student and is receiving letters from a secret admirer. How would he react?

A/N: The reader is adopted because Aizawa is only thirty and I want the reader to be in Class 1B for story reasons within the story.

Every time I turn a corner, I hope I bump into you. Doesn’t matter where; I’m just always hoping I get to see you even if it’s only for a few seconds.

This was the first letter Aizawa had seen. 

(Y/N) was exhausted and had fallen asleep while studying. He noticed her lights were still on when he opened the door to say goodnight before leaving for his nighttime patrol, he found her face down in a textbook at her desk. He almost laughed at how much she still looked like a little kid when she was like this. He carefully picked her up and laid her down into her bed, listening to her babble nonsense as she cuddled into her pillow.

When he went back to her desk to turn off the lamp, that’s when he noticed among her english textbooks was a pink piece of paper that stood out prominently amongst the other white sheets. Aizawa had never been the type of parent who invaded his daughter’s privacy, he was the cool laid-back dad who she felt comfortable enough to talk to. But he found himself overtaken by curiosity of this pink sheet, so he sneaked a peak. 

He was surprised, his daughter had received a love letter.

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drowsy 🪼

— (rafayel)

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my baby my babyyyy or however it goes

I read your yandere dilf post just before going to sleep and had a very interesting dream as a result: yandere Wild West Outlaw!

He takes you hostage to keep the rangers from going after him after a robbery. You’re tied up in front of him on his horse and after riding away from town for a long time he doesn’t set you down somewhere like you expected but takes you with him into his hideout.

Bonus: he‘s (basically) masked > bandana covering half his face and the rim of his hat casting a shadow over his eyes

Yandere Wild West Outlaw! Headcanons

Warnings: Implications of Smut, Kidnapping, Non-Consensual Touching, Forced Proximity, Slow Burn, Stockholm Syndrome, Masked Outlaw ;), Petnames, Killing, Mentions of Robbery, Non-Consensual Voyeurism/Surveillance, Description of Injury & Blood, No Pronouns used for Reader except ‘You’, etc.

A/N: Anon, I am in love with this concept !

♡ Yandere Outlaw whose body encompasses yours, his chest to your back and his arms caging you as he grips the horse’s reigns, his breathing steady as if he hadn’t just committed a multitude of crimes. Then again, considering how proficient he was at wiping the inn clean of all its savings and tying you up on his horse before the rangers could even arrive, you suspected this was not the first time he’d done this. Nor would it be the last.

♡ Yandere Outlaw says very little after he abducted you, his last words being sharp commands, laden with a calmness you would never have expected from a man holding an entire building hostage.

♡ And, in your terror, you said nothing to him, your back to his front as he rode to nowhere discernible, the civilised, populated terrain of your home town having melted away hours ago.

♡ No, the Outlaw gave nothing away. Even after days of being forced to travel with him to what you could only pray would be a town – somewhere for him to dispose of you before taking to the canyons again – he said nothing.

♡ He’d offer you food, and, after the first 24 hours of starving yourself out of sheer distrust – or principle, as you wanted to see it – you succumbed to your famine.

♡ Yandere Outlaw would feed it to you before disappearing behind whatever cover lay nearby – oftentimes his horse – and eat.

♡ Whatever lay beneath his bandana was a mystery to you. And it only took you trying to see what he looked like once to see that your endeavour was a hopeless one.

♡ You’d strained and leaned past the point of no return, falling onto your side.

♡ And Outlaw came back into view, adjusting his bandana back over his nose, the shadow cast over his eyes by his hat much like that descending over the valley you now inhabited.

♡ Your heart stammered as he grew closer, the spurs of his boots the land equivalent to the fin of a shark as Outlaw came to a stop before you.

♡ He got to one knee, so quietly that you could see why nobody ever saw him coming, and, brushing a lock of hair from your face with a gloved hand, chuckled.

♡ Low and rumbling, like an earthquake. Or one of God’s many natural disasters. A gruff, brief thing as ephemeral as life itself. 

♡ “Don’t get yourself all scuffed up now, Darlin’,” he says. His hand trails from just behind your ear, tracing your jaw, the tendons in your neck, stopping just short of where your shirt hangs above your collar bones.

♡ You think that you hear him hiss. So sibilant and soft you’re unsure whether you perhaps imagined it and rather heard the conversation of pit vipers laying just below the hard sand beneath your ear.

♡ Outlaw’s head tilts, his face no clearer to you now as it was days ago, especially now with the setting sun casting a misplaced halo about his hat-clad head, his front shadowed. Two sides, one a light facade, the other his true nature.

♡ “You’re no good to me broken.”

♡ Yandere Outlaw whose only elaboration of that cryptic sentiment comes in the form of another day’s travel, during which you remained firmly bound – and gagged at one juncture when you made the mistake of crying for help when you spotted a lone merchant out on the open road.

♡ Yandere Outlaw neutralised that channel of freedom for you very quickly with a crack of a bullet, leaving you glassy-eyed and breathless as he ransacked the merchant’s travel cabin, taking all manner of valuables.

♡ “Why, thank you, Darlin’,” he says, his gloved hand coming to rest on your knee, clapping down on you and making you jump – shriek. And he squeezes with all the familiarity of someone who’s done this before.

♡ “Wouldn’t’a found this here haul if you hadn’t tried to scream your pretty little head off.”

♡ Yandere outlaw knows that’s isn’t quite true; he’s an excellent tracker, and an even better marksman. He’d have found this travelling man on his own eventually; the outcome would have been identical. But you didn’t need to know that.

♡ The gag was practically useless after that, for your desire to keep others from the same fate as the travelling salesman had you quiet as a mouse.

♡ Yandere Outlaw can sense how rigid you are – less so than you were when he’d first taken you, but you still felt…different. You were loose in the way that submission often made people slaves to fatigue, to their fate. And he couldn’t help but wonder if you’d succumbed to yours so soon, especially when, as you finally drifted off to sleep after a day and a half without it, you leaned into his chest, head to his shoulder.

♡ Unwillingly, of course. Your exhaustion weighed you down, lead. You had no control over your unconscious body, regardless of how repulsive you found the pillow you were leaning on.

♡ Yandere Outlaw can’t help but let his gaze drift from the open canyon ahead, gradually giving way to caves and rocky rivers, to your face. You were tranquil in sleep, brew no longer knotted in worry, or fear. Just…sleep.

♡ Yandere Outlaw could feel his hands twitching, the urge to touch you creeping up behind him the longer he stared at your vulnerable form.

♡ Yandere outlaw who, for a second, and a second only, let his hand slip from the reigns and slither, slowly, to your knee, up the expanse of your clothed thigh.

♡ Yandere Outlaw’s heart who, for the first time in a long time, beats at a humming bird’s pace when you shift in your slumber, making him withdraw.

♡ Yandere Outlaw who, watching, waiting for you to settle back into sleep, kept his hands from you the rest of the night. Though temptation beckons him to do otherwise.

♡ Yandere Outlaw shifted behind you, waking you. Only when you were torn from a dream of being anywhere but here did you realise the horse had come to a stop, an unfamiliar breeze settling over you.

♡ Yandere Outlaw who, unsaddling you from the horse, carries you like a bride in his arms, kicking open the door to an abode you didn’t even know was there.

♡ Yandere Outlaw sets you down beside a pole, tying you to it. Tightly.

♡ “Welcome home, Dollface,” he says, hands settling on his belt as he watches your eyes jump from one corner to another, taking in these new surroundings, these new circumstances.

♡ Of course, you don’t accept the conditions Outlaw has roped you into. Not without a fight.

♡ Yandere Outlaw, as a result, had to keep his eye on you when you initially began your residence with him. 

♡ For the first couple of weeks, he’d take you to the waterfall to bathe every other day; would watch you as you did so. At first, bashful and uncomfortable, you’d asked him to turn around as you stood exposed. To which the Outlaw just laughed. “Ain’t much worth lookin’ at,” he’d reassured you.

♡ Yandere outlaw who tells you exactly how the day’s going to go.

♡ “You’re gonna cook whatever I bring back. Y’understand ?”

♡ Yandere Outlaw who initially only lets you chop up vegetables and bread, withholding the excuse to use a sharp knife from you by intentionally not collecting any meat.

♡ Yandere Outlaw who, before taking even a bite of the meal you prepare, makes you taste it first. “I know you little crafty types; poison enough in your veins to kill a horse.”

♡ Translation: “You’re having this first to make sure it’s not going to kill me.”

♡  Yandere Outlaw who, after that initial hurdle, though he won’t admit it, feels his tongue practically bursting with flavour when he tastes your soup for the first time. Though, he keeps it under wraps, his form hidden behind a wall, his bandana pulled down.

♡ Yandere Outlaw who, with little alternative to offer you, makes you sleep in his bed.

♡ “Either that, or you’re sleepin’ outside.”

♡ He still wears the bandana btw, and wears a sleep mask over his eyes.

♡ He doesn’t touch you. Not in intentional ways, it would seem.

♡ Not at first.

♡ A light brush of the hand here and there. 

♡ Sure, the urge to bask in the aura of the most beautiful person he’s ever seen is pretty overwhelming for the Outlaw. Especially since he doesn’t understand why he feels this way, never having felt it for anyone else before.

♡ Sure, he’s taken others, some much more enthusiastic than others (you don’t get to his level of notoriety without attracting a few hundred fans).

♡ So, when you’re asleep, an arm and a leg bound to the bedpost, he watches you.

♡ He tells himself it’s for his own safety, to make sure you’re not going to reach for a weapon and gut him like a pig.

♡ But when he sees your gentle face, he knows you’re incapable of that

♡ He likes to think that you’re incapable of anything without him around. Makes him feel bigger, stronger.

♡ So why exactly was he still looking upon you into the late hours of the night ?

♡ Over time, his resolve begins to crack.

♡ Especially with every aspect of your partnership accounted for.

♡ The baths, the bed sharing, the homemade cooking – it’s just all so…

♡ Domestic.

♡ But, that doesn’t make Outlaw trust you any more than the day he first took you. Not yet, at least.

♡ Despite his confidence in his own ability to keep you here, he knows the indomitable human spirit is strong enough to break through every precaution. And, just in case you do manage to escape, he’s making sure you can’t pick him out of a lineup if you make it to law enforcement – if the vultures don’t pick you off first.

♡ Yandere Outlaw makes you cook every night, under the guise of you “Needin’ your strength to straighten this place out.”

♡ Yandere Outlaw who appoints you as his head housekeeper, making it your sole responsibility to be the “homemaker” of the two of you.

♡ Yandere Outlaw who feels strange when he sees you with one of his shirts tied about your waist – a makeshift apron – who doesn’t even recognise this feeling as domesticity. Warmth. That feeling of security having been deprived of him all his life.

♡ Yandere Outlaw who wonders what you’d look like wearing one of his shirts.

♡ And something in his brain chemistry changes.

♡ Yandere Outlaw who, during your river baths, knocks your clothes into the stream when you’re not looking, offering you his shirt when you’re ready to come out.

♡ “Y’really should be careful,” he tells you, swallowing thickly as the neckline of his shirt dips below your collarbones, drowning you. He looks away, not trusting that the feeling coiling in his lower half won’t spring out at any moment. “Men might take advantage of a pretty lil’ thing like you. Especially when you’re so…” A shiver shoots up his spine. “Vulnerable.”

♡ Your clothes seem to disappear not long after that, leaving you only with whatever consisted of the Outlaw’s wardrobe.

♡ You notice that he seems to disappear at odd hours of the day, leaving you to your chores while he does something.

♡ Little do you know that the something he is doing is a secret he’ll take to his grave.

♡ The sight of you in his shirts, of you in the river, is too much for him.

♡ He takes to hiding out in a densely vegetated patch of land behind the cabin to…relieve himself of his thoughts of you. Thoughts he’s used to sustaining for perhaps a second or two when it came to his prior conquests. Thoughts that, now, a month into your capture, extend long into his nights and speckle his logic when he’s on a mission.

♡ It’s dangerous, he knows; to have his mind elsewhere while he risks his life for the loot he so desires. But he can’t deny that they make him feel human. Normal.

♡ Despite how un-normal this entire situation is.

♡ It takes every ounce of his restraint not to just tie you down and take you while you sleep beside him, make you scream and cry for him as he empties his frustration and, dare he say, lust, into you.

♡ But, he doesn’t want to scare you off.

♡ Doesn’t want to see your eyes light up in fear whenever he enters the room.

♡ He wants something else.

♡ Something that he doesn’t have a word for.

♡ It’s only when he happens across a conversation with you, asking you if you had “A lover boy back home,” that he found the word he was looking for.

♡ You wince at the question, the memory of your life away from this situation salt in an unhealed wound.

♡ “No,” you tell him, your honesty a virtue. “Haven’t been in a relationship yet.”

♡ Relationship.

♡ It felt right to the Outlaw when he heard it; especially coming from you.

♡ It sticks with him the rest of the day, and while you’re cooking dinner, washing the Outlaw’s clothes, dusting the sparse furniture, he’s got one thing on his mind.

♡ How to get you into a relationship with him.

♡ He’s completely unequipped to deal with someone on such an intimate level, so he uses all his knowledge he’s gathered while seducing and bedding others to piece together a game plan.

♡ First, he needs to know what you like. He remembers from that one time a woman hit him with her shoe when he forgot her name ten minutes after meeting her.

♡ So, he starts hanging around you (much) more often, making you sit down and tell him about yourself.

♡ As he makes you spend time in his company, he comes to learn of the fanciful little things you enjoy.

♡ At first, the details are dry and few and far between, with you giving very little about yourself away.

♡ But, as his persistence drags into days, you eventually just start telling him whatever he asks, so long as it’s not too personal.

♡ Or painful.

♡ Whenever the outlaw can see you're starting to become upset, being reminded of your circumstances, he eases up on the personal questions and just asks superficial ones.

♡ “How’re ya feeling today ?” “D’ya eat well this mornin’ ?” “D’ya need me to dust a shelf down or something’ ?”

♡ His miniscule acts of selflessness are extensions of his effort to make you at least not hate him. Though you didn’t know this. His thought process was still an enigma to you.

♡ He also stalks you in his own home.

♡ Listens to you sing while you complete your tasks, your voice the softest thing he’s heard since…well, ever.

♡ Yandere Outlaw who, when he embarks on a hunt, never tells you where or when, and never even the how.

♡ The only clue you’ll ever be given as to his nigh-weekly excursions are trinkets he brings with him. Ones which you thought he’d pawn elsewhere in the county at a later date, or bury in the canyon somewhere.

♡ Until he offers them to you.

♡ At first, you’re not sure what to make of these…gifts ?

The first time he gave you one, he said nothing, only watching you.

♡ You swore you could see his shoulders heaving beneath his jacket, something almost feral in his demeanour. Pressurising.

♡ And, with the possibility of what could happen to you should you decline these acts of…generosity…You just take them, uttering a quiet “Thank you,” before putting them in a kitchen cabinet, unsure of the intent behind them.

♡ The first few times this happened, you were befuddled.

♡ Yet, with how gently the Outlaw placed them in your hands, with how intense his gaze was, even though you couldn’t see it beneath the permanent shadow across his brow, you could feel it.

♡ It was only one evening when the Outlaw returned with yet more loot that the meaning behind the trinkets became apparent.

♡ His hand disappears into the inside pocket of his jacket, and he withdraws a small box; rounded and bejewelled like an idol. He comes to stand before you, and, shoulders pinned abc and rigid, you swallow. Thickly.

♡ He looks down at the box, and,his finger dragging along the edge, slowly, he relinquishes it to you.

♡ And, by pure force of habit, you accept.

♡ You turn the box gingerly between your fingers, the dim candlelight from within the cabin just barely warding off the black of the night, setting the precious stones welded within the metal alight.

♡ “Well,” the Outlaw says, making you jump. You look up at him, eyes wide.

♡ “Open it.”

♡ He says it as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

♡ Swallowing again, your gaze skitters back to the box.

♡ And, with bated breath, you lift the lid.

♡ A delicate, silver melody slithers from the portal you’ve opened, a serpentine tune wrapping around your mind, vivid, beloved memories riding on its feathered wings.

♡ Your favourite song.

♡ For a moment, one sweet, fragile moment, you’re not here.

♡ You’re back at home, in a warm bed that is yours and yours alone, surrounded by the people who matter most to you, any celebration mankind can conjure not even a whisper of the joy you feel in this scene.

♡ And then, as the wind blows autumn leaves from the human mind, the memory is gone, taken away by reality realising it has neglected you.

♡ You’re looking into nothing now, the apparition of your past slipping from you, your eyes wavered and muffled with…

♡ Tears.

♡ In your periphery, just outside the realm of reality you’re returning to, the Outlaw’s drilling gaze drops from you to the floor ina  rare show of anticipation. A hand comes to the back of his neck, where he squeezes the skin. A stress ball.

♡ “Do you…” he begins, “Do ya like it ?”

♡ Your stare inches from the void up to the outlaw’s hidden face.

♡ Perhaps if he had a discernible human feature, you could sense anticipation there. But as it stood, this was no man, but a phantom.

♡ One which must have heard and remembered that tune you often sang while completing chores.

♡ You couldn’t take it.

♡ To have him acknowledge the memory – to make it more real – nailed your coffin shut.

♡ And you broke down.

♡ When you crumpled into a pile, the Outlaw took a step back, one hand reaching for his holster; a knee-jerk reaction.

♡ And what little solace he could offer came in a most inconspicuous display.

♡ The Outlaw got to one knee, now at your level.

♡ And, with a careful hand, he placed a gloved finger upon your shoulder. Then another. Then another.

♡ Spidery and unfamiliar, foreign, the Outlaw’s actions were jerky, janky, an unoiled machine. But he was trying.

♡ When his hand lay against the curve of your shoulder, you did not move. Did not shunt him off or scream at him to let go.

♡ You remained where you were, weeping into your shirt apron.

♡ And the Outlaw, with a fiery grip encircling his heart, feeling brewing in his centre, stronger than all those implicatures and desires. This was solid, unlike the quicksand foundations upon which the Outlaw’s every emotion was built upon.

♡ Was this…

♡ Empathy ?

♡ His grip on your shoulder tightened, the revelation swarming through him like locusts.

♡ He swallowed. Tried thinking through the orchestra in his mind.

♡ “S’okay,” he said. To you, and to himself. His fingers moved gently, your skin and muscle warm through the leather of his gloves. “You’re okay.”

♡ Things changed after that.

♡ He no longer forced you to sleep in the same bed as him, instead bringing back with him a fine silk cover from one of his trips, gifting it to you.

♡ Yet, you still chose to sleep in the same bed as him.

♡ “It’ll be getting cold soon,” you said. “WIth winter coming, and all.”

♡ And, while this new feeling, raw and fresh, was…nice compared to the emptiness that often lingered in his chest, the Outlaw couldn’t help but feel weakened by this influx of emotion.

♡ When he tried to have his alone time with his thoughts of you, he felt…wrong.

♡ Ashamed.

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♡ You were used to him disappearing for days at a time. Hell, you'd come to expect it at this point in your captivity.

♡ But something about tonight felt...off.

♡ Not that you'd ever admit it, even to yourself, but with the amount of time you'd spent together these last few months, you no longer hated being in his company.

♡ In fact, on the days he would be gone from the early hours of the morn to the late hours of the evening, you could even say you...missed it.

♡ And, unfortunately, despite your every instinct swaying you otherwise, you find that to be the case now.

♡ But, more than that, you're concerned. Something you'd never thought you'd feel for a murderer, a thief. Your kidnapper.

♡ And your pacing, your lip-chewing, your nail-biting are all proven justified when the Outlaw slams against the front door, stumbling through.

♡ At first, you just watch, ready to yell, to ask where he's been the last few days, until you see it.

♡ A bloodied handprint on the door.

♡ He staggers in, swaying on uneven footing, his breathing stifled,as if through a thin straw. He wheezes, collapsing into the doorframe beside him.

♡ And you rush to him. As if he wasn't the one who put you here to begin with. As if whatever's bringing him to his knees now wasn't justified, provoked.

♡ But you don't think of any of that, your mind filled only with the fact that nobody knows you're out here. Without guidance, you'd be dead before you reached the edge of the canyon encompassing your hiding place.

♡ You needed him alive.

♡ After wrestling him onto his bed, almost buckling beneath his weight, you found the source of his downfall.

♡ A wound; bullet-bitten and bleeding, a rouge flower burgeoning with the promise of extinction.

♡ You tried getting him to talk, to tell you what to do. But his voice was barely a whisper, instead using what little seeping strength that remained to point to a cabinet.

♡ Inside, you found what you knew would be needed to heal him. Whether it – you – could save him, though, was another story.

♡ You tried taking his bandana off to see if he was hurt elsewhere, but to no avail. Despite the life draining from his body, he somehow found it in himself to stop you, to place a gloved, trembling hand atop yours, an imploring aura to the gesture.

♡ Don't.

♡ And, for the first time, beneath the dim light of the cabin, you could see something human on him.

♡ It existed only in the form of a shimmer beneath the shadow of his hat, his face still very much obscured, yet the emotions on it were not.

♡ You recognised this emotion, for you'd worn it yourself, both inwardly and out, for the last three months.

♡ Fear.

♡ In its purest and most carnal form.

♡ And a voice, strained with either agony or disuse.

♡ “Help me.”

♡ Throughout the night, you tended to Outlaw's wound. A maw-like, gaping thing it was, spouting blood as one would bucket water out of a sinking boat.

♡ Luckily, you didn't have to worry about shrapnel; the bullet went clean through outlaw's side, leeaving only the aftermath and not the instigator. You managed to stop the bleeding, use the stitching on Outlaw's shirt (which was basically yours now) to sew the wound closed.

♡ For the first time, Outlaw was uncharacteristically human.

♡ Sure, you'd seen the scars on his back when he bathed, the many brushes with death he'd encountered, some advancing into a dance, much like this night's escapade had been.

♡ But you knew, somewhere, somehow, that without another pair of hands here, Outlaw likely wouldn't have pulled through.

♡ Not this time.

♡ And now, here you sat, at Outlaw's beck and call, his bedside your new home.

♡ You watched over him, the cabin silent, the night just as quiet. Even the crickets seemed to chirp quieter, either out of fear or respect for the almost dearly departed.

♡ And, looking up from the massacre on the bed, your gaze swept the room. And you realise something.

♡ The front door, which neither you, nor Outlaw locked, is unguarded.

♡ Yandere outlaw is riddled with sleep, his agony having stripped him of his energy and his strength.

♡ So...why hadn't you tried to escape yet ?

♡ Looking over at Outlaw, sound asleep, you realised just how easy it would be to walk out that door.

♡ Sure, you might get lost. Might die of hypothermia during the freezing hours of a dessert night, but with enough layers, food and water, you saw no reason as to why you couldn't just leave right now.

♡ After all, it wasn't like you'd be killing Outlaw if you left. Sure he might die of infection, or blood loss if his stitches come undone. But you'd at least tried to help him. So your conscience wasn't going to be the issue.

♡ So what was stopping you ?

♡ Looking back at the Outlaw, you felt strange.

♡ The urge to protect him, to care for him, outweighed even your greatest notion of escape, which explained why the thought to do so hadn't hit you until just now.

♡ You bit your lip, looking between Outlaw and the door.

♡ Both options were tantilisingly easy to pursue, and yet only one would be available to you, the other perishing if you ignored it.

♡ Maybe hours passed. Maybe it was mere minutes.

♡ But watching the Outlaw sleep, at his most vulnerable, with his pleading “Help me,” rattling around in your mind, the choice already seemed to be made for you. You just didn't want to tell yourself exactly why. 

♡ So...you stayed.

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i'm on my laptop so no emojis :( but imagine having car sex with your fuck buddy kyo. you two are coming back from eating out and you don't feel like going back to your room so he pulls into an empty car park and brings you to the back seat so that he can pound into you until you're screaming. he also gives the best grunts and kisses when he's orgasming.

and as he rearranges your guts, your ex boyfriend calls you, something that bastard‘s been doing a little too often for kyoutani‘s personal liking because even though the two of you had agreed on casual fucking, he of course had developed feelings for you. how could he not when you were his personal embodiment of perfection. he knows you‘re also into him but refuse to admit it to yourself because you‘re still scared that things will turn out the way they did with your ex and kyoutani is determined to prove you wrong.

so he makes you pick up the call, his thick cock balls deep buried inside of your spasming cunt and his soft little grunts in your ear. by the time you‘re talking again, he picks up the pacw of his hips, his thrusts growing harder and even deeper, the tip of his cock grazing your sweet spot every single time and no matter how much you wordlessly beg him to give you permission, he firmly presses your phone to your ear.

he makes you cum, his name the only thing to leave your bit swollen lips, your ex more than just confused as to what the fuck is happening before kyoutani takes your phone and ends the call with the words "she‘s mine now, loser" and you don‘t deny it because you‘ve been his for a long time.

this- hurt me but in an amazing way. thank you for this beautiful piece of art

title: The Truth Untold

⥀ Pairings: BTS (OT7) x reader/you

⥀ Genre: idol!au, magicshop!au, humor, fluff, romance, angst, slice of life

⥀ Summary: Many people have always wondered about the secret behind Bangtan Sonyeondan’s success. The seven of them say it’s because of ARMYs yet their fandom says it’s their hard work, dedication, passion and charm yet no one really knows the real reason of it.

But enough about them, because this story is about you—you and your boring ass life that made you stumble upon this fanfic.

This is about you, who’s always been so curious and eager to read stuff about BTS; you, who dream to see them, be with them, laugh with them.

This is about you, who’s proud of each and every member and whose little happiness is seeing them healthy and happy, all smiles everywhere they go.

Unfortunately, this is the truth that was never meant for you to find out so back away while you still have the chance because trust me, ignorance is bliss.

⥀ Chapters: déjà vu | presque vu | jamais vu 

⥀ Warnings: This fic is one-of-a-kind. So, if you’re determined to get to the bottom of the story, then there are some rules to be followed. Each chapter will have their own specific warnings, I hope you could comply.

⌦ A/N: Tell me how you became an ARMY & I’ll tell you a lovely story about one. Please do not copyright.