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captainfern · 8 months

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Lemme tell you something pookie, pregnancy sex with ANY of the boys would be amazing? But Price? Possessive, pregnancy sex with Price? It would be TOP TIER

That man would 100% have a hand over his darling’s belly while he whispers praises into their ear, telling them how beautiful they look with their (his) kids.

And when the baby isn’t coming out around the 40 week mark? Well maybe Price read something about sex maybe inducing birth and its worth a shot.

Sorry if this is too horny and not your cup of tea. Love your work pookie

In Utero pt.2

Captain John Price x fem!reader

[“In Utero” Album by Nirvana]

[18+]

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• summary - you're pregnant and overdue. price's heard that sex can help get things moving lol • rating - 18+ • wordcount - 1k • warnings - fem!reader, unprotected piv, pregnancy, praise, soft and gentle but also price has a fat breeding kink so idk, use of mama while he fuckin you lmao, strong language

super short sorry ! i'm in a bit of a writing slump :( enjoy anyway x

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You were still pregnant. Still.

Just past the 40 week mark, and baby was not in any mood to enter the world. You were annoyed by this stage, feeling hot and sweaty and constantly overstimulated by just standing too long. You'd researched all kinds of ways to induce labour naturally, but nothing seemed to be working.

But there was one more thing you hadn't tried. You'd put it off initially, not overly intent for that to be the first strategic move. But your husband was more than happy to show you that it could work.

He promised to be gentle, to take care of you. You believed him because, come on, it's John we're talking about– when has he ever not taken care of you?

John lay against your shared bed, a couple of pillows stacked beneath his head and shoulders so he could get a good look at you at all times. You straddled him, his large hands squeezing the fat of your thighs, trailing up to grip your hips gently.

He moved you back and forth, up and down in a gentle pattern that had you dropping your head back in pleasure. The pleasure was a simmering glow in the base of your tummy that made you feel all the more drowsy and warm.

The curve of your pregnant belly was on full display for John as you rode him, and he moved one hand to place it across your tummy. You whimpered at John's warmth, surrounding your body as he helped you move up and down his cock. The wet heat of your cunt sucked him in, leaving him a grunting mess laying against the bed.

"Aren't you just so fucking gorgeous, hm?" He voiced, hoarse with need. One strong hand continued to guide you against his length, throbbing inside you as your slick walls fluttered around him. He released a hushed groan, his mouth dropping open slightly. "Absolutely fucking stunning, sweetheart."

The hand on your belly smoothed over the visible stretch marks, feeling the textures as they striped down your skin. You whimpered out again, head falling forward this time, your body heating up. You watched with hooded eyes as John looked you up and down, his eyes lingering the longest on your tummy. He ran his thumb down the linea nigra; the darkened line down the centre of your stomach.

"Such a beautiful woman, all round with my baby," he muttered, still helping you ride him with just one hand splayed across your hip. "N' you're gonna be such a good mama, aren't you, sweetheart?"

You didn't know if you had the energy to respond. Your orgasm was building like a ball of warmth within you, and your muscles were beginning to tire, the weight of your belly diminishing your stamina.

"John..." You whined, eyelids fluttering again.

He hummed lowly, still stroking his fingers down the marks on your tummy. "You made this, baby. We made this. M' so proud of you, you know. So fucking proud of my sweet girl."

You moaned breathlessly, the weight of his cock inside you making your legs shake against the bed, thighs quivering beneath his hold. You moaned again when he quickened his thrusts– still gentle, but hitting deeper inside you, just deep enough that your orgasm began building faster.

"Oh, fuck, John, please," you begged, a whine and a whimper rolled into one. Your arms had been resting on his legs, fingers brushing the coarse hair, but you moved them to his stomach and chest, bending more over his body as yours began to shake. "M'gonna— fuck, m’ so close..."

He smiled up at you, finally moving his hand from your tummy and grasping both of your hips. He took most of the responsibility off you– lifting and dragging your plush body onto his cock, revelling in the feeling of your tight, wet pussy sucking him in, further and further. He moaned at the thoughts in his head, his cock twitching inside you. You looked so fucking pretty, all fat with his kid.

"Come on, baby. You can come, yeah?" He whispered, jerking his hips to meet the movement of you. "You wanna come?"

You moaned at him, the end of it morphing into a loud exhale as you shuddered, your clit throbbing and a thin layer of sweat covering your exposed skin. "John..."

"I know, I know," John cooed, bouncing you gently on his cock, his own orgasm fast approaching as your continued to spasm around him, all warm and wet and so fucking pretty. "Come 'round my cock, mama, you can do it. Want this pretty pussy squeezin' 'round my cock."

You came with a series of breathless whimpers falling past your lips. Your cunt squeezed his cock, just like he said, your release dripping down the sides of his length and onto his lap. You continued to whimper quietly through the ripples of your orgasm as he continued grinding into you, his pubic hair rubbing against your swollen clit.

He came with a moan of your name, his head flopping back as he pumped you full. You moaned out again as his cum filled you, stuffed far inside you. Maybe it was how over-sensitive you felt, but you could almost feel his seed dripping out of you.

John rolled over onto his side, holding onto you as he did so. You let out a yelp of surprise, then broke into tired giggles as your husband tucked you against his side, your belly pressing against his. He nuzzled into your head, his hands roaming every inch of your body with his cock still nestled deep inside you. He had thrown one of your legs over his so that you were in a comfortable position.

"Mmm... can't wait to get you pregnant again..." he mumbled sleepily, and you slapped him lightly on the chest, sleep beginning to wash over you as well.

"Let's wait until this one's ready to come out, yeah?" You mused, and John planted a sweet kiss to the top of your head.

"I love you. So much, sweetheart." He said, and you hugged him tighter. You loved him too.

And hopefully, after all this, you'd finally go into labour and get this stubborn baby out of you. Stubborn, just like John.

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#captainfern #captainfernsalutes #captain john price #call of duty #call of duty mw2 #captain price #fem reader #captain john price x reader #cod smut #price smut #captain’snirvana

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honeykaes · 11 months

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a renter's deal

pairing: renter!kaveh x afab!reader II 2.2k

warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact, afab!reader with no set pronouns, cunnilingus, fingering, reader had a previous crush on kaveh, unambiguous if kaveh knew, reader is a landlord, unedited

synopsis: your old college-friend (and crush) Kaveh hadn’t paid rent yet. Just as you draft an email to inform him of the consequences, you hear a knock at the door wish a kaveh desperate to pay you back in other ways.

Cicadas loud chirping echoing from outside as your a/c continuously blast to avoid the hot temperatures of the summer from creeping into your apartment complex. It was the end of the month as the next loomed over in a couple of days. As the landlord, this was one of your busiest times. From working on paperwork moving people out of apartments to finalizing paperwork and credit scores to move people into the apartment, you had your work cut out for you—especially when it came to residents paying their dues for their apartments.

A fan blew past you, causing your body to shiver as you shake your head trying to focus again on the laptop in front of you. An excel sheet on the screen greeted you back, tracking everyone’s payments. Apartment 125, Tighnari, paid in full. So did apartment 243, Aether and Lumine, before they moved out.

As you scrolled down, you noticed only a few people had not paid you for rent yet despite today being the last day of the month—including your old college friend, Kaveh.

You and Kaveh were once friends in college before losing contact after graduating. He was always very popular and friendly, a heart of gold that always managed to get hurt by one situation or another. He was now a pretty-well known architect trying to start his own firm.

You helped him through his breakups, his tests—his ups and downs, as he did the same for you. You wanted to reconnect when you first worked with him, moving in to his complex but things weren’t the same. The two of you aren’t the same 18, 19 year olds staying up late and going to a midnight movie showing before an exam like you used to—you both were in your late twenties, different responsibilities and interests pulling you.

And that scared you, so you gave him space.

Since the economy had slowed and businesses and organizations were interesting in building more projects anymore, Kaveh suffered immensely, scrapping anything he could to try to pay rent at the last minute to you. You felt bad but you didn’t want to pry either.

You let out a sigh, clicking on your emails as you began to draft. Since he was late on payment, a meeting needed to be scheduled and fees processed to strategize a plan. You didn’t want to evict the poor man; or anyone for that matter.

Just as you finished drafting the email, you turned your head hearing a knock at the door. Placing your laptop on your coffee table and rising from the couch, you expected a resident to inform you about something breaking or not working. Your lips parted in shock to see Kaveh at the door.

Kaveh seemed completely disheveled, long blond ombre hair, a mess unlike its usually tidy self. His clothes were wrinkled and unfastened as if he had just woken up and immediately ran here. He leans along the wall near your door, chest heaving loudly as he struggles to catch his breath.

“Kaveh?! Are you alright?!” you stammered out. Kaveh puts a finger out to signal to give him a second before he finally catches his breath.

“N-No. I’m so sorry I’m late on rent,” he groaned. “I am working with this school to create a playground but they won’t be able to pay me until next week. I’m a bit short with rent with my current funds.”

Your lips curled downwards before lifting your head to to nurse the headache threatening to form from the stress of the situation.

“This isn’t the first time you’ve been late, Kaveh. I can’t grant you a grace period. I really need that money in full,” you murmured. Kaveh turned to face you, scarlet eyes misty in desperation. Your heart withered seeing him in this state, but you feared bugging would put you on a tight spot with your boss.

“Please (Y/n)! You got to understand, I really tried this time. I can give you what I have and give you the remaining next week! Then I’ll be good to go for next month,” Kaveh yelled out.

“Kaveh, let’s continue this inside, okay? I’ll get you a glass of water or some tea to calm your nerves,” you beckoned, as your own anxiety began to creep in your stomach, you open your door beckoning Kaveh to come inside without a potential audience watching the two of you.

As he nervously entered, stifly sitting himself at the couch as you leave to enter your adjacent kitchen.

“I am only short 500 out of the 1500 dollars for rent and utilities. I can surely give that to you next week,” Kaveh called out as you prepare some glasses of water for you two. You sigh once more, leaning yourself against the fridge trying to figure out what to say without hurting your old friend’s feelings anymore.

“Kaveh, technically it wouldn’t be 500 but 1000. 100 for the late fee and 400 because this is the second time, along with the 500. I don’t make these policies, my bosses do,” you replied solemnly, guilt beginning to eat at you.

“Then what can I do to prevent the late fees from occurring!” he asked.

In college, whenever he was in a bad situation, to make him feel better you always started off with a ridiculous joke to catch him off guard before giving some sound advice with a smile. Oftentimes, he’d be smiling back, hopeful and taking your feedback and lighthearted jokes for the better.

Grabbing the glasses of water, you walked back into the living room placing the waters on the coffee table and closing your laptop.

“I don’t know, fuck me or something,” you idly murmured out before chuckling. Just as you were about to give him actual advice, Kaveh fell to his knees in front of you, wrapping his arms around your legs. You gasped, flustered, body shifting in embarrassment feeling his close contact.

“Kaveh! What are you doing! It was a joke! Y’know like I used to do in college!” you stammered out. Kaveh lifted his head up, eyebrows slightly furrowed in determination.

“Well, I’m not! I wouldn’t mind it at all. If this makes those pesky late fees go away, I’d be more than happy to do this and more!” Kaveh replied. You tried forming words from your quivering lips but your mind seemed to be malfunctioning, feeling his lips beginning to trail along your thighs, placing soft kisses along the skin.

“...Please (Y/n). For old times sake?” he whispered.

Your heart tugged remembering the big crush you had on him before and the drunken kisses you shared with him as you attending parties together leaving you longing for more—the memories were flooding you like a tidal wave.

“...Okay, Kaveh…”

With a small smile gracing his sun-kissed face, Kaveh hands trailed up as his fingers hook on their shorts and the waistband of your underwear and gilded them down. He leaned his face in, puffs of his hot breath causing your body to shiver from the sensation as your clit began throbbing in anticipation.

His face tilts closer, darting his tongue out as he trailed a long swipe between your folds. The muscles curled up to brush against your clit, jolts of pleasure rooting through you from the sudden touch. He swirled along the bud of nerves, hands squeezing at your thighs. Your hands reached over to his hair, playing with the soft curls and losing yourself to pleasure.

He flicked his tongue along the nub, feeling your hips beginning to rock along his face. A low groan emitted from you as you ground yourself against him, his lips circling around your clit before beginning to suck. He continued to switch from sucking to rapidly flicking and circling his tongue on your clit while his hand crept up to squeeze your ass so he could keep up with your movements.

As he continued, one hand eventually left the globe letting two of his fingers sink into your dribbling cunt, coated with your arousal and his saliva. He pumped them deliberately slowly, your legs shaking from his delicate touch, wanting more.

“Kaveh,” you whimpered out, hearing him slurp continuously as your slick graced his mouth. He nuzzled his face deeper into your cunt, as his fingers pumped inside your pulsating walls, curling and massaging themselves to get you closer to your high.

Shutting your eyes, your hands traveled to your chest and squeezed it tightly as your voice began to rise, feeling Kaveh’s tongue press harder against the button. You throw your head back, as your high finally reached you. Kaveh struggled to keep up with your movements as he continued to thrust his fingers inside of you, nursing your high before it fell down.

With slight jitters, Kaveh finally leaned away, lower mouth completely coated in your slick. His tongue was parted out, strings of your arousal still connecting the muscle with your cunt. Your tired eyes stared down in embarrassment, cheeks warm in shame as Kaveh wipes his mouth in content.

You could see the bulge poking out from his pants.

“W-Well! You’ve done your part! So—”

You're interrupted by Kaveh rising from his knees on the floor and connecting his lips with your own in a passionate kiss. You can’t help but moan, feeling his tongue, stained in your juices, roam inside your own mouth as he pulled you closer. He momentarily broke the kiss, both of you trying to catch your breaths, lips hovering by your own.

“I want to ensure that you don’t go back on your word though. So please, let me ensure your pleasure…” Kaveh breathlessly begged, claiming your lips once more. His hands wandered to your waist as pinned you against the wall—paintings knocking roughly from the sudden movement.

Breaking the kiss once more, he zipped his pants down, revealing his throbbing erection. His cock was flushed, shivering as he took a hold of it as precum budded at its tip, dripping down to the rest of his length. He pumped it a few times with a shaky moan erupting from his lips before using another hand to slightly light your leg up near his small waist.

Your lips trembled as the tip of his cock spread past your folds trying to find your entrance, gathering up the abundant slick drooling from you. As Kaveh lined himself up, he placed his lips by your ear and with a low groan, sank himself inside of you.

He grunted loudly when he finally bottomed out, cock nestled deep inside of you. He pecked at your neck before snapping his hips back, thrusting himself inside of you. The paintings hit the wall rowdily to the pace of his thrusts.

“I hope you’re enjoying my end of the d-deal…” Kaveh grunted out, pressing his lips against your ear so you could hear all of his little noises. You moaned in response as Kaveh reached over to press tight circles along your overstimulated clit.

“Y-You made me so sensitive,” you admitted, as you chirped, feeling Kaveh shifting his angle pistoning inside of you so he was not hitting that spot he desperately wanted to find.

“T-That’s the point. I want to make you cum so hard. I know you can…you're so close aren’t you, eshgham,” he whispered, nibbling on your neck. Kaveh could feel your walls beginning to cave in and spasm, signaling your end was close.

“K-Kav—” Kaveh captured your lips as you reached your second climax, your body shivering pinned against him. Hips sloppily faltered as he furrowed his eyebrows to try to control his own temptations and guide you down your high once more.

As glossy lips part from your own, Kaveh slipped his cock out, pumping it rapidly before a desperate groan emitted from his lips before biting down to try to be quieter. Ropes of cum shot from his tip, smearing themselves on your thighs.

He watched as his cum glided down the curves of your wobbling leg. He let your other leg down before supported your weight on your body with a small smile.

“Easy there…you’re probably very overstimulated. Let’s get you all cleaned up in your bathroom. Where is that,” he asked. You tiredly pointed into the direction of your bedroom as he guided you toward it. As he opened the door, he gently set you down on the rim of the porcelain bathtub before reaching to grab a rag on your towel rack.

“I’m sorry for going a little overboard. I just wanted to ensure I had done my part. Keeping my end of the deal is important to me,” he murmured, wetting the towel up with some soap before wiping it down to clean your legs. As he wiped over your cunt, you whined at the burn of overstimulation getting to you.

“...So, please, please please don’t go back on your word, (Y/n),” he begged, with large pleading eyes. You sighed once more, but to his surprise it was a lot lighter in tone than earlier.

“...You don’t have to pay rent at all for this month, okay? I’ll cover it…just focus on getting the money for the next month,” you whispered. Kaveh lit up as a grin curled on his face. He leaned in placing a tender kiss on your forehead as your cheeks fought against a blush.

“...I missed you Kaveh…” you admitted. Kaveh brushed part of your hair away.

“I missed you too.”

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #genshin smut #kaveh x reader #kaveh smut #kaveh imagines #kaveh scenarios

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cyjammy · 5 months

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Vox and Valentino: A Display of Trust

VALENTINO AND VOX

Not going to lie, I was the most excited for this dynamic and it just barely beats out Vox and Alastor’s rivalry. For four years they were both the big unknowns only seen for about 30 seconds in the pilot.

There were theories about their dynamic that I hoped to god wouldn’t be true in the show.

Because they didn’t make sense, they looked friendly with each other when they hunkered down for the extermination. And there was no way one sinner (Val) could create an empire alone.

AND I’M SO HAPPY THAT DID NOT HAPPEN.

Valentino being hot headed and brash was not on my 2024 bingo card, but I’m here for it.

(Yes, he’s a bad person. So is everyone else in the show. Alastor hangs out with cannibals and most likely participates. It’s a show about Hell.)

I LOVE HIM. I love everything about him down to the voice, the fluctuating emotions, the drama, the possessiveness — ALL. OF. IT.

I love me some fucking drama and I was LIVING for the back and forth between him and Vox.

Valentino is in charge because of the power he has.

He’s not a words guy, he uses action. He refuses to change his ways because that’s what got him to the top. He’s ready to hunt down Angel just for moving out.

Mind you he still goes to work and fulfills his side of the contract, Valentino just can’t handle not having control.

Micromanaging Angel’s life down to the smallest of details. Controlling who he can talk to, what he can wear.

He wants his plaything back in his sight, he doesn’t want him getting defiant. He wants his leash short so he doesn’t get any ideas.

And the way he gaslights the fuck out of Angel hit hard. Getting away from an abuser and then having the distance you finally need to heal, but being forced to be in contact with them is so restricting that it hurts.

Jesus that was fucking with me.

You don’t necessarily have to be smart to manipulate people, and Val knows that. Val plays the part of the fool so people underestimate him.

He feigns impulsiveness.

When asked for strategic advice he plays dumb.

That’s calculated, and it may just be written off as idiotic, but that’s probably what he wants.

He has to be playing dumb, there is no way he has survived this long by pure luck.

Vox makes do with him by his side because Val can gain trust and place sinners under his spell.

That makes him a valuable asset. Vox supplies the equipment and Valentino supplies the merchandise.

Because that’s all he considers those who are under his employ.

They’re things to be sold to an audience.

But Vox might not see the subtle ways Val messes with him.

Val’s a bratty, unsympathetic, monster that will do anything to get his way. With the guidance of someone with a more grounded personality removed from his issues is when he is able to see reason.

And Velvet can’t even do that, only Vox.

That shows respect and trust.

Even when Vox was spelling it out for him slowly it wasn’t a slight against him, it was a reminder and it held no malice.

If it did, Vox would have lost his temper as he did with Alastor. He kept himself measured for Val and reigned himself back in.

He may know that it won’t get him anywhere after dealing with him for so long. If Vox didn’t see Valentino as a worthwhile investment, he wouldn’t even go through the effort.

Vox knows the best way to get Valentino to listen.

Valentino is extremely self centered. Vox speaks in a way that makes Val want to care, while still making sure it benefits him as well.

“OUR brand”

“Any idea what YOU would look like chasing random whores around town”

“OUR image”

Their partnership is of the upmost importance. Vox needs to make sure the empire remains, that the Vs have their power. That they’re on top.

And that’s a goal Valentino can get behind.

Valentino backs off with disappointment, because he enjoys violence. And he wanted there to be a show.

So instead he throws out something that could really get under Vox’s skin.

Alastor.

Val could have used this information to cripple Vox, make him vulnerable during a time where he needed to stay focused.

But instead, he uses it now.

Val was bored, he knew how Vox would react, and he wanted a show.

And a show he received. Pressing all the right buttons to see his partner go mad.

I want to see more of Valentino. So far his actions could be read as surface level — dumb and erratic — or strategic.

As of now, I’m assuming he knows what he’s doing.

Anger clouds your judgement and both Vox and Val were subject to that effect within a few minutes. That doesn’t necessarily mean Val is a fool and that Vox calls ALL of the shots.

Val acts idiotic around his colleagues because he knows they won’t take advantage of him. Until I see how he is around Angel Dust outside of those voicemails or around his other employees is when that can be settled.

I’m hoping this is a strategic play, because that would be an amazing use of misdirection. All the signs are there, and it could be so.

I also love how Vox is never fearful of Val and vice versa. They both would take steps toward each other that would be misconstrued as advancing toward violence.

Neither flinch. They look a bit surprised, sure, but never scared.

The respect is there and I love the relationship Val and Vox have.

#hazbin hotel #posted before episode 4 #on my twitter #@cyjammy #vox #valentino #i love their dynamic so much #The Vs #Overlords #attention wh0r3 #manipulation #playfulness

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gerrystamour · 10 months

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cut the lights and make me your oblivion [gift fic]

Explicit★Steddie★2217 words★Complete

Gift fic for the lovely @corrodedbisexual ! Happy birthday!! Steve sits at his desk, looking over some of the plans for a new development his father was looking to build, but if he’s honest he hasn’t been reading them in a while. It’s a battle to not look down. Steve knows he’ll break if he does, so he holds the folder in his hands a bit more strategically to aid in keeping his composure. CW: Soft Dom Steve, sub Eddie, Good Boy Eddie, Cockwarming (Oral), Face-Fucking, Anal Sex, Barebacking, Creampie

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Steve sits at his desk, looking over some of the plans for a new development his father was looking to build, but if he’s honest he hasn’t been reading them in a while. Slouching back in his chair and shifting his hips closer to the edge of the seat, Steve sighs as his half-hard cock slides deeper into the wet heat wrapped around it. A contented, moaning sigh vibrates down the length, and Steve’s eyes cross as they flutter.

It’s a battle to not look down. Steve knows he’ll break if he does, so he holds the folder in his hands a bit more strategically to aid in keeping his composure.

That is, until he feels the slow, torturous trickle of spit down his cock and pooling at the base, dispersing in the thick thatch of curly hair on his balls. It’s ticklish and almost unpleasant, but it’s also so, so good it takes everything in him not to buck his hips up.

With a forced, put-upon sigh, Steve braces himself and says, “You’re drooling again, princess. Should I start calling you puppy instead if you keep this up?” He’s actually quite proud of how bland he was able to keep his tone with his hardening cock sitting inside a pliant, hot mouth.

Steve feels the whimper around his cock shoot up his spine and settle in his brain, hot and hazy, and then the mouth around his girth sucks wetly. It’s filthy, all those slurping and whimpering noises that gurgle up as the mouth on is dick swallows, and every fiber of Steve’s being focuses on not fucking that pretty, obedient mouth. By the time his perfect little cockwarmer is done cleaning up its mess, Steve is at full hardness and more than ready to be done with this particular part of the game.

Tossing the folder onto the desk, Steve finally looks down at Eddie—his perfect, beautiful Eddie, kneeling between his knees, naked except for a full set of leather cuffs, complete with a collar and belt. None of the cuffs are connected to each other or anything, they’re just there like a promise. Steve is struck with a recurring fantasy of putting a ring in the floor right where Eddie was kneeling to latch his wrist cuffs to, to ensure his good behaviour.

But Eddie was always such a good boy for Steve, he never actually had to make him behave like that.

Eddie’s eyes are half-lidded, dazed and hazy, his expression so blissful and faraway that Steve wishes he could endure this exquisite torture just a bit longer. He knows Eddie loves this, loves being used—his eagerness to please, to be useful showing itself. The moment Steve starts to feel another trickle of spit start, Eddie is quick to slurp it back up and swallow, his eyes fluttering as Steve feels his cock pulse.

“You’ve been such a good boy for me, princess,” Steve breathes, and Eddie’s blissed out expression shifts into something so happy, Steve’s heart aches with his affection. “Always so good for me.”

Eddie whimpers happily, the vibrations shivering though Steve’s core, and he obediently holds his mouth still. With another little sound, Eddie tilts his head to rest his cheek against Steve’s thigh, blinking lazily up at Steve as he waits. Steve doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to Eddie being so patient and still.

“I think you’ve earned a reward, even if you’ve been messy,” Steve says, stroking Eddie’s cheek, relishing in the way his eyes roll back at the promise of a reward. “How do you want my cock, sweet boy?”

Eddie—the perfect, gorgeous, good boy that he is—does not lift his mouth off of Steve’s cock without permission, even to answer a direct question. He knows that a question isn’t inherent permission to stop, knows that there are many ways he can answer Steve without his mouth.

Steve watches, eyes hungry and desperate, as Eddie reaches back and grabs his perfect little ass, spreading the cheeks and nudging the base of a thick plug Steve put there at the start of all of this. Eddie looks up at him pleadingly, his eyes glassy now that he was so close to getting his reward, and he arches his back enough that Steve can actually see the edge of the plug’s flared base. There it is, the impatience Steve always expects, but Eddie was still keeping it in check, still waiting and letting Steve control this.

“So sweet, so perfect,” Steve praises, cupping Eddie’s face in both hands. “You mind if I fuck your pretty mouth a bit first, princess?”

The sound Eddie makes is beautiful and needy, and Steve feels him open his throat where a couple of Steve’sfingers are resting just below his jaw. With a low sound, Steve slides his hands into Eddie’s hair and steadily pumps his hips up, his cock sliding deeper with every thrust until he hilts. With Eddie’s mouth and nose buried in the coarse hair at the base of Steve’s dick, eyes fluttering as he struggles to keep his throat open and tears streaming down his face, Steve drops back onto his chair and holds Eddie there.

“Jesus, princess, wanna come down your throat like this,” Steve sighs, smirking at the conflicted furrow of Eddie’s brow before he pulls the man’s mouth off his cock. His lips are red and shiny, his chin and throat slick with spit, and fuck, Steve wants to add the mess of his spend to this filthy picture. However, he’s rewarding Eddie and he gave the man a choice. He’d be a monster to go back on that, even if Eddie was happy to have either hole fucked and filled with cum. “But that will be next time, huh, princess?”

Eddie swallows thickly and looks like he’s about to agree, his brow furrowing as he puzzles out his next words. “Whatever you want, sir,” he manages, voice hoarse before he swallows again.

“Correct answer, sweet boy,” Steve croons, sliding back in his chair as he bends at the waist to drag Eddie into a demanding, sloppy kiss, groaning as he tastes the salt of his precum on Eddie’s tongue. Sitting back up, Steve orders, “Bend over the desk and hold your cheeks open.”

There’s a flurry of motion as Eddie scrambles up onto his feet, ushering over to the desk to do as he’s told, only to hesitate as he sees the papers and folders strewn across the top. Reaching around Eddie, Steve sweeps his arms across the desk and sends the documents and any pens or fidget gadgets to the floor. Eddie lets out a needy whimper before bending over the desk until his torso lay flat, his shaking hands reaching to spread his ass and show off the plug nestled in his hole. Steve can’t help but stare at the pretty picture Eddie makes, his pale, tattooed body cuffed and collared in black leather, quivering with need as he sprawls across the desk, presenting himself prettily, his own cock hanging heavily between his thighs, the tip shiny with precum.

Resting a tear-stained cheek on the desk, Eddie looks over his shoulder at Steve with a pretty pout, and Steve can’t drag this out anymore. When Steve stands, he sighs at how low the desk is and while he knows he can still fuck Eddie just fine, he doesn’t want to bust his back for this.

Lucky for him, his father insisted on standing desks for everyone, even if no one actually used them as such.

With a grunt, Steve grabs the edge of his desk and, hitting the kick-lever to unlock the lifting mechanism, he lifts the desk and Eddie until his cock was resting on Eddie’s tailbone. It wasn’t a huge difference in height, but it was enough and Steve had the delight of watching Eddie’s eyes widen and him biting his lip roughly with a needy whimper.

“What was that, princess?” Steve asks as he fishes the bottle of lube back out of his pocket and starts slicking his cock. “You have my permission to say exactly what was on your mind.”

“That’s so fucking hot when you do that, sir,” Eddie says with a shudder, keening when Steve pulls the plug out of his ass without warning. “When you lift the whole thing like that.”

“Yeah?” Steve asks with a knowing smirk as he lines up against Eddie’s twitching hole.

When Eddie opens his mouth to elaborate, Steve shoves his cock inside, knocking a strangled cry out of him instead as he bottoms out with one, swift thrust. Now that he’s buried to the hilt in tight, clenching heat, Steve can’t stop himself from taking what he needs. Before he’s even consciously aware of it, Steve is fucking Eddie with quick snaps of his hips, gripping the thick leather belt around his midsection for leverage.

Beneath him, Eddie is whining and writhing, gasping out sweet little pleas and encouragements, begging prettily for more, for harder, and Steve is past the point of being able to deny him. Steve drops to his elbows above Eddie, not even pausing the brutal slaps of his hips against his ass before dragging him back just enough to get a hand underneath him and around his cock. Eddie screams as Steve starts to stroke him, using the leftover lube on his hand to ease the way, and begs wordlessly for a kiss.

Steve strains upward, grinding his hips against Eddie as he kisses him sloppily, breathlessly before pulling back to resume his punishing pace.

“Want you to come when you have to, sweet boy,” Steve gasps out, knowing his own release was just a handful of thrusts away. He literally could not drag this out even if he wanted to, and he needs Eddie to come first. “Don’t need to ask, you’ve earned it, princess.”

The way Eddie almost immediately shakes apart beneath Steve—whimpering and sobbing out a litany of gratitude as his hot release spills over Steve’s fist—hits Steve like a punch in the gut. Eddie’s hole clenches with each pulse of his release, squeezing Steve’s cock rhythmically as he fucks the man through and past the aftershocks of his orgasm.

Soon, Eddie’s whimpers become something more pained, overwhelmed, but instead of begging for mercy, Eddie cries, “Please, Stevie, inside me! Cum inside me!”

If Steve wasn’t already so far gone, he would probably be a bit mean. The speaking out of turn, the switch back to his name, the demand—all of this, Eddie knew was against the loose set of rules they had set. If Steve was able to think properly, he would pull out and stroke himself off onto the floor, not even giving Eddie the pleasure of having his back painted with his cum for his slip-up.

Maybe it means that Steve is too soft, but he doesn’t care. He can come inside Eddie now, and punish him for his insubordination later. It was a win-win.

“Here you go, baby,” Steve grunts, the coil in his gut snapping as his release washes over him.

Eddie practically wails as Steve empties himself inside him, his cock jumping in the hand that was still working the length of it. Distantly, Steve registers that Eddie’s hole was squeezing around him as he came again and he lets out a low, shivering moan as he stutters to a halt.

They rested on top of the desk, Steve’s softening cock buried deep in Eddie’s twitching entrance as he laid on top of him, panting breathlessly against his pale shoulder before giving it a slow, biting kiss. Letting go of Eddie’s cock, Steve mindlessly lifts his cum-soaked hand toward Eddie’s face, and the man immediately begins lapping up his mess with needy, breathy little noises.

Sighing, Steve stands back up on shaking legs to grab the lube. His fingers were still in Eddie’s greedy mouth, so one-handed, he pours a bit of lube over the plug sitting on the desk next to them, rolling the toy in the puddle that formed around it to coat it more thoroughly. With a low sound, Steve finally shifts back enough that his softened cock can slip out of Eddie’s hole, only waiting long enough to see a hint of his cum dripping out before stuffing the plug back inside Eddie.

“Gotta keep you nice and full, princess,” Steve coos, rolling Eddie over so he can coax him into a hungry, desperate kiss that was mostly tongue as they pant against each other.

“Thank you, sir,” Eddie whimpers sweetly when Steve pulls away, his lashes wet with unshed tears.

“Thank you, sweetheart. You were such a good boy for me,” Steve says, grinning at the way Eddie preens before kissing him again. When he pulls back this time, it’s only a hair's breadth away as he whispers, “I love you.”

Eddie’s grin is so bright it feels like Steve should be blinded by it, feeling like he’s undeserving of such unabashed delight and happiness. Yet, somehow it’s still his and Steve wasn’t going to question it anymore like he used to.

“I love you, too, Stevie,” Eddie replies before burying his hands in Steve’s hair and pulling him into a deeper, more demanding kiss.

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#steddie #steddie fic #steve x eddie #steve/eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fic #gerry writes #GoodBoyEddie.

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ap-kinda-lit · 1 month

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Saiyan headcanons

Saiyans love hot baths. The kind of temperatures they best enjoy would be boiling to most people but to them is a perfect sauna.

They often take very personal trophies from their victories, like heads, limbs, or skin.

When a Saiyan is banished/exiled, they have their tails cut off as a mark of shame.

Some traditional Saiyan dishes do include bugs.

Before the Cold Empire’s conquest, Saiyan architecture was similar to that of the Aztecs/Mayans and India. You can also see it in the style of their artwork.

They also didn’t use armor much as they didn’t consider it necessary, but when they did the armor they wore included leather, metals, and furs. Common Saiyan armor was styled like the Vikings, while the armor used by the elite were more like the Mongolians.

Like in a lot of species, female Saiyans are not only just as strong as their male counterparts but can even be more dangerous. Females are more agile, methodical, strategic, and better at stealth. Like lionesses, they are capable of both attacking and defending. While female Saiyans are the primary caretakers of children and homesteads, this is because they are seen as reliable and highly capable at leading and protecting. If an army tried to attack a Saiyan camp because it was only wives and mothers, it would be the worst mistake.

Most Saiyans do not know what a “husband/wife” or “boyfriend/girlfriend” is or even what marriage means. They have mates and while there is courting involved it still basically goes if two people like each other a certain way they hook up, move in, and, more often than not, produce children. That’s it. Plain and simple. There are no certain terms, ceremonies, or pageantry.

Surprisingly, Saiyans are normally very loyal partners. They are monogamous and they more often than not mate for life.

A lot of Saiyans actually care about their children and can be super protective of them. As in, think of a mama bear or papa lion on PCP. Don’t mess with their kids.

They also carry them on their bodies, mostly their backs, not much different from how regular monkeys and apes do with their babies.

And when they’re not carried, Saiyan children hold on to their parent’s tail, kind of like with elephants.

Traditional Saiyan music kind of sounds like rock music and their dancing is the same as mosh pitting.

Yes, they hiss like cats. Why wouldn’t they?

Their battle cries sound like gorilla grunts and monkey howls and they bang on their chests like them.

Saiyans are fairly casual about nudity. They have mixed bath-houses and don’t have much problem with walking around naked before or after a bath or being injured. They even consider fighting nude and act of bravery and strength.

Saiyans have a very high tolerance for narcotics and alcohol. It takes quite a bit to make them intoxicated. Which is why their alcohol is extremely strong to the point it could give a man alcohol poisoning in little to no time.

While they prefer meat, they’re omnivores above all. They can eat just about anything. I mean anything. They have super strong stomachs that can store/digest anything. Like sharks, they’ll eat the most unusual things from time to time. If you cut open a Saiyan’s belly, you wouldn’t believe some of the stuff you would find in there, like a lost and found.

A Saiyan’s way of showing affection to their SO or relatives normally includes sharing food, bringing them presents from their hunts and other adventures, and grooming (namely picking out debris or whatnot from their hair). With their mates, they tend to bite (think of like with cats).

Speaking of which, Saiyans are very fierce in the bedroom as they are in the battlefield. Because of this, along with their brute strength and expansive energy, physical intimacy with a Saiyan can be tantamount to wrestling a bear or lion. You will most likely die or at least be seriously injured.

Saiyans have matches that are a lot like flyting, or rap battles. Essentially, they roast each other in rhythmic style. In Saiyan matches, expect some mother/father jokes and unflattering references to Frieza or King Cold.

#ideas about saiyans that have been rattling around in my brain for a long time #headcanon #saiyans #dragon ball #dragon ball z #dragon ball super #dbs #dbz

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mrsgreenworld · 2 months

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Two Aslaz fics in less than 24 hours? I know-I can-I practise 😎

I saw this pic and immediately imagined this mess of legs being Aslaz 🙈😂

Remember that house where Alaz hid Rüya and her father? Because I do as well as Alaz's promise to take Asi there for some alone time 😏 So here comes some Aslaz sexy times hotness, humour, fluff and silliness and a pinch of sadness.

I don't own the show or any of the characters. They belong to the Yabani writers and the production company. This is only fanfiction.

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Compromising Positions and Unshakable Faith

Alaz is staring at the ceiling, trying to catch his breath. Asi is sprawled on top of him, breathing just as hard. Their limbs are tangled together and their overheated bodies are glistening with sweat.

"Wow ... We really are the best at this" Alaz mumbles into the crown of Asi's head.

"Shut up!" she slaps his chest and hides her face in embarrassment.

"What? Just stating facts" Alaz says with a cocky smile.

Asi moves to roll off of him but Alaz catches her by the waist and secures her position on top of him. She squirms a little which draws attention of a particular part of Alaz's body.

"Again?" Asi asks incredulously.

"Always" Alaz responds with a shit-eating grin and a devilish glint in his eyes.

He flips them over, making Asi yelp in surprise. Her legs fall open and he settles comfortably between them. When he brushes at her, a groan escapes her, which makes Alaz frown in worry.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, just a little sore".

"In that case, round three can wait".

Alaz bumps Asi's nose with his and moves to her lips to drop a short kiss but Asi winds her arms around his neck, pulling him closer and opening her mouth. At the touch of her tongue, Alaz can feel the skin tingling all over his body. He's getting lost in their kiss when he suddenly feels Asi stiffen and pull back slightly only to whisper:

"You heard that?"

With his brain turned into a complete mush the only thing Alaz can master is:

"Hm?"

"I heard something. A car? Oh my god! You said noone ever comes here!"

"Noone does!"

"Then why do I hear voices?"

"What voices? There are no vo..."

And then Alaz also hears an undeniable sound of two voices he'll recognise anywhere - his mother's and the other belonging to his twin sister.

He looks down at Asi whose eyes have gotten comically wide. She starts whisper yelling:

"Oh my god oh my god oh my god! You have to hide me!"

She pushes him off of her and Alaz lands on his back with an oof .

"I have to what now?" he asks in disbelief all the while watching Asi wrap herself in a sheet hustily and clumber out of bed.

"HIDE ME!"

Before Alaz can say something they both hear the front door open downstairs, the voices of his mother and Çağla getting louder.

Alaz leans back on his elbows and looks at Asi who's clutching the sheet to her chest.

"Güzelim, I am not going to hide you like some dirty little secret. And it's not like they don't know about us".

"Well, they don't know about this" Asi all but hisses at him, gesturing between them with a finger.

"I think it's pretty obvious to them that this happens as well" Alaz throws back wiggling his eyebrows.

"You won't be getting any of this any time soon if you don't hide me!" Asi threatens just as they hear Çağla at the bottom of the stairs:

"Mom, I think someone's in here. Must be Alaz. Alaz?!"

Asi in a full blown panic mode looks around the room frantically. And just as Alaz opens his mouth to yell out a response to his sister, Asi darts to a walk-in closet, throws one of the doors open and all but jumps inside.

"Alaz?! Alaz! Are you in here?" Çağla's voice is getting closer and Alaz lets out a short laugh and shouts:

"I'm here! In the bedroom!"

Given that Asi took the sheet with her, there's nothing else to cover himself with but her pillow. Which Alaz strategically places over his groin just as Çağla opens the bedroom door.

"Hey, what are you doing he... OH MY GOD! MY EYES!"

Çağla covers her eyes as she yells and turns away from Alaz quickly.

"Oh my god! Why are you naked??!!"

Alaz doesn't have time to answer that because he hears his mother's voice alarmingly close:

"Çağla, what's happening? Is your brother here? Alaz, oğlum, what ... Oh!"

Neslihan isn't as vocal in her reaction as Çağla but she does turn away quickly as well.

"Oğlum, what are you doing here?" Neslihan asks just when Çağla jumps in with:

"Are you here with someone? Well, it's obvious you're here with someone. Wait a second! Are you cheating on Asi?!!!"

Suddenly all horror and embarrassment forgotten, Çağla whirls around and stares furiously at Alaz who all but squeaks out:

"What?!!"

Neslihan also turns to face him, disapproval written all over her face.

"What ... Why are you looking at me like that? I am not cheating on Asi!"

"Well, your are in quite a compromising position!" Çağla throws, gesturing vaguely at Alaz and his overall state of undress.

"First of all, I know that she'll feed my dick to dogs if I so much as think of anything like that. Second of all, I can't even get it up if it's not Asi ..."

"Oh god, TMI !" Çağla yells but Alaz continues:

" And the third: why, instead of thinking I am with Asi, would you rather think I am a cheater???"

"Well, where is she?" Neslihan asks.

"In the closet".

Both Neslihan and Çağla raise their eyebrows incredulously.

"In the closet? What is she doing in there?"

Alaz shrugs with one shoulder and says:

"Hiding".

"Hiding?"

"Yes, she's embarrassed" Alaz says and adds a little louder, for Asi:

"Asi, can you, please, yell something out from in there so that my mother and sister know I'm not a cheater?"

There's a pregnant pause where Alaz stares at the closet doors and his mother and sister stare at him expectantly. Then they all hear a muffled:

"Çağla, Neslihan Teyze, don't yell at him, he's not a cheater!"

Alaz looks at his mother and sister with a triumphant "See?" written all over his face.

Both women at least have the decency to look contrite.

"Okay, we'll just ... leave you two to ... to get dressed" says Neslihan and pulls at Çağla's hand.

Just when they leave the room, closing the door behind them, Alaz throws away the pillow and jumps out of bed.

"Asi? You can come out, they're gone" he says, picking his pants up from the floor and pulling them on.

When there's no reply or any sign of movement, Alaz goes to the closet, knocks on one of the doors and pulls it open, only to see Asi sitting there, face hidden behind her palms. He crouches down to be eye level with her and pulls her hands gently away from her face:

"Hey! Is this where we live now?"

Asi just nods.

"Okay. Make some room for me then" Alaz says.

Asi moves a little, freeing enough space for Alaz to get inside the closet as well and sit next to her. He throws an arm over Asi's shoulders and pulls her into his side.

All the comedy of the situation dissipates suddenly and Alaz is left with a heavy feeling. His mother and his sister thought the worst of him yet again. It seems that Asi can read his mind because she puts her hand over his heart and says quietly:

"Don't go there. I know you'll never do that to me and to us".

"I swear I will never. I'd rather die".

"I know" Asi repeats and turns her face to press a kiss into his collarbone.

They sit quietly for a few minutes until Asi breaks the silence:

"We should go down. Your mom and Çağla are waiting".

"Can we just stay here a little longer?" Alaz whispers.

Asi snuggles closer to him and whispers back:

"Yes, we can".

And here - in their little cocoon of love - Alaz realizes that it's only Asi's faith in him that he needs.

#yabani #yabani dizi #yabani fanfiction #yabani fanfic #aslaz #aslaz fanfiction #aslaz fanfic #alaz soysalan #asi kız #alaz oğlan

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spaceyflowerswriting · 2 years

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Some headcanons with reader admiring the boys abs and muscles and teasing them about it Jake Samuel Vasco Danny Eli sorry if i passed the limit or smth you can take vasco out if you want :))))

You can write about their reactions too

admiring their muscles

details: gender neutral reader written in 2nd pov, reader has been dating character for a while

a/n: thanks for the request~ 💕 + u can check my request rules if ur worried about the limit but ur fine T_T !

jake

> he'll notice the second you start admiring his figure and tease you before you can even start your own teasing of him (even if you do, he's not that affected by your words)

> this man will literally put on a show for you

> mainly in the form of flexing and getting reeeeaal close to you. you're already staring, why don't you get a closer look~?

> it depends on the mood but his flirtiness either comes off as cringey or him trying to rile you up lol

> honestly, he loves whenever you admire him. it's good for his ego and gives him an excuse to tease you (not that he needs one 💖)

> sometimes he even strategically places himself in a place where he knows you'd be able to stare just so he can tease you ^_^

samuel

> this guy wears comically tight shirts nearly 24/7. you can ogle at him whenever you want

> samuel's a hit or miss when it comes to him teasing you back, but he definitely notices every time you stare

> sometimes he'll stare back! sometimes he'll ask in a rather sultry voice, "do you need something?" sometimes he'll just ignore you <3

> when he feels like entertaining you, he'll often reflect your teases with arrogant things like, "oh, you don't say?" otherwise he's not really affected lol

> acts like he doesn't care whenever you give him this kind of lighthearted attention but he does care. a little bit. only because it's you <3

> if you want a blushy samuel--you have a better chance achieving that by showing him genuine kindness/trust instead of teasing him about how hot his muscles are!

vasco

> think about the most dense object in the world. now multiply that by two and you have vasco's amount of denseness

> you really do have to be straightforward with your teasing or else vasco is going to misinterpret you for friendliness (as in, no romantic intentions, even though you two are dating) or possibly even making fun of him ("are you... downplaying the effort i put into my muscles? :(")

> once he does realize, he'll get a little embarrassed but prideful because his loving partner is complimenting him <3 he appreciates the fact that you're admiring his muscles either way !!

> 100% compliments you back but in his own... unique, charming way, you know?

> "would you like to touch my muscles? since you are such a big fan of them ^_^" <- might sound flirty but you know he means it in the most innocent way

> finds your teasing/admiration cute :]

daniel

> will always get flustered when you tease him, but the intenseness of said feeling decreases the more he gets used to dating you~

> mostly just a stammering mess

> when he's feeling particularly cheesy/flirty he'll try to smoothly tease you back about your charms. usually it's just him being too cute to have any real effect on you, but sometimes... 👁️

> if you embarrass him enough, he'll try to cover up, and if that's not possible, cue daniel rolling into a ball <3

> still, he'll welcome compliments from you anytime !!

> not to be angsty but. he will always have deeply rooted feelings of guilt whenever you compliment his taller body in general because he doesn't feel like he deserves them

eli

> honestly he doesn't really react with much other than a chuckle but he stores the info in mind like "so they seem to like when i wear this shirt that emphasizes my chest... i should wear it more often~"

> will probably use said info against you in the near future.

> anyways he thinks you teasing him is adorable, and he doesn't mind it at all

> also he gets a little shy <3 everyone already calls him good looking, but hearing it from his special someone means a lot more!

> he'll flirt back if you tease him for long enough, but it's in a very soft way; pulls you in for a hug and a forehead kiss while saying, "aw, you really think so?" (yes he's playing a little dumb to mess with you)

> gets embarrassed more easily if you tease him in front of his friends (hostel) <3

#lookism x reader #jake kim x reader #samuel seo x reader #vasco x reader #daniel park x reader #eli jang x reader #jake kim #samuel seo #vasco #daniel park #eli jang #requests #havent done a bunch of hcs together like this in a while; pretty fun ^_^

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sukunasun · 10 months

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I am OBSESSED with Spider-Man Suguru …. YOUR MIND

he's such an ominous figure when he's got the mask on but turns into a nerdy grump when he takes it off. kinda wanna see him in thick-rimmed glasses and sweatpants, lazing around and recuperating from his latest mission. sleep deprived and a little weary, the languid motion of him tossing and turning in a creaky bed made up of duvets and pillows he's stacked strategically, covers pulled over the bird nest atop his head. doesn't want to think about detangling on his off day.

but you like the suit. always had. in another life, you see him crouched on a rooftop, silhouette highlighted by a neon sign, rain pelting against him. how menacing. suguru's got angst brooding within him. withholding the chance to move on, or rather he doesn't intend to. so what if he's become obsessive, talking to screens and dreaming about you. modeling his holographic companions after your figure, your face, your voice. spent forever getting it just right. coding a line or two or a hundred and changing the input repeatedly. the first draft appears before him then. not too nice, not too mean. perfection glowing before him with the same smile you wear, flittering over his shoulder, snuggled up to his cheek, fitting in the crook of his palm as you give him updates on everything. "they're having a sale at the supermarket," says virtual assistant you, and he actually does make a trip there. buying himself a nice box of stock for dinner before he realizes that it's the first time he's actually made himself a meal. a year late but still, it's better than takeout or vending machine natto.

although, he would still prefer a tangible, physical you that isn't made up of glitching pixels. to caress skin and flesh, kiss the very breath from you and feel it graze his own lips. puffing out gasping cries and guttural moans, exhaling his name in exaltation, he'll swallow them up.

he's had a bad day. you can tell because he's abandoned the hot meal and even hotter shower for this. storming towards you with heavy steps and his heavy breaths puffing through his mask. why should you fear spiderman. hero, and saviour of the world. that he's been teasing you, taunting you. so what if he's got your wrists tied up around a tangle of webs. only after he's pulled from you a scream and the third orgasm of that night do you wonder.

spandex serves its purpose when it's hugging muscled arms so strong, bending and straining tight as he cages in, looms above you, his weight steady you can't help but to surrender to how good the pressure feels. the tilt of his head is condescending, enough to show you he isn't impressed, "you made a mess," suguru doesn't even try to be sympathetic. merely stating it as if it was all your fault for squirting all over his oh-so-precious suit. you'd question him on the occasion at hand, he'd been the one who wanted you to come undone on his dick.

legs locked tight behind him, his cock slides in just that bit further, deeper. a surprised squeal slipping past your lips. "easy now," you used to tease whenever he's gotten too eager, too hungry. but you're at a loss for words when the roles are reversed here. especially when the sharp point of his fangs skim over a patch of skin he's come to know as one of your most sensitive spots. right where it won't hurt you too much, he determines where they should sink in and leave behind no more than two perfectly formed puncture wounds, no bruising, no blood. well, maybe just a little, the iron tang he laps at is addictive. is alive.

#in a state of deep raging arousal and titillation #sunpiece #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fic #geto suguru #jjk geto #geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #geto fic #geto suguru fic #spiderman suguru #saturated

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respectthepetty · 1 year

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ALERT ALERT!!! TAIWAN REQUEST ASK INCOMING!!!

Please can you recommend to me your top 5 Taiwan BLs? I saw you posting about a few and wanted to know when you would recommend please?! is it always enemies to lovers?

Thank you in advance colour genius!

WHY ARE THESE ASKS ONLY GETTING HARDER?! First, y'all wanted my Top GMMTV actors, then it was Top GMMTV pairs, and now you are coming for my heart and soul with my

Top Five Taiwanese BLs!

That's like making me decide who is my favorite Backstreet Boy (it's Kevin) or telling me to choose my favorite child. I don't have kids, but I feel this is very similar. I love all of them equally for different reasons. Taiwanese BLs are my favorites because they have the best parents, high heat, some (but not all) enemies-to-lovers, and serve domestic bliss, so forcing me to pick between them is painful.

But I'll do it!

However, I'm gonna finesse my way into having more than five, yet still only technically giving you five.

The Ones That Couldn't Be Considered:

First, I will not count HIStory 4: Close to You in this list because it is my favorite BL. Period. It is not fair to these other BLs that they can't be a strategic hot ass mess with the gusto that my beloved HIS 4 had.

Next, Oh No! Here Comes Trouble isn't a BL, so I can't count it, but it was queer to me. I watched it for Your Name Engraved Herein's Tseng Ching-hua, but when Guang Yan said "This comic is not only about my high school life, but also about my heart," their love became canon for me, and I knew I wasn't moving past this show. When I write my book If You Just Don't Wanna Admit It's Queer, That's On You, the masses will see exactly what was there all along.

I can't include Red Balloon because, quite simply, I don't remember it well enough since I watched it when it was released in 2017, but I still feel it in my heart, you know? Edward Chen, the opposite lead in Your Name Engraved Herein, and Jason Tauh of HIStory 5: Love in the Future were the younger leads, so if Gagaoolala brings it back, I'll watch it again to see how they have both evolved.

I can't put my finger on why I won't include DNA Says I Love You, but I think it's because I don't classify it as a BL, yet I don't know why I don't classify it as a BL because it is a BL. It is! But . . . I don't know bruv. Either way, it's slow but good!

See You After Quarantine?'s entire runtime is a little over an hour. That's one episode of a Thai BL! It's cute, quick, and creative, but I cannot use up a spot on an eighty-minute series even though it was good. I'm sorry boys, I'll see you after my Hot Tops!

The Ones That Made the List:

#5 - About Youth

I hate singing, but the songs (and singing) in this series were GOOD, so much so that I still listen to the theme song. The characters (except Ye Guang's shitty parents) were also good, but Ray was my favorite. It was just serious enough to not seem trivial but was still light and enjoyable, and Xu Qi Zhang's mom and pink Converse deserve some appreciation.

#4 - Be Loved in House: I Do

That argument in the street that spilled over into the office the next day is one of my top five fights! In case you haven't watched it, Real got upset because he believed everyone was hiding a relationship from him, so Shi Lei called him out on his hypocrisy since they were basically in a relationship yet hiding it. Real misunderstood, but that made Shi Lei more upset which lead to him screaming at Real in the office asking if he even thought about them as a couple. Then Shi Lei's mother and that coming out scene! AND THE FLOOR SCENE! So many amazing scenes. So little space.

#3 - We Best Love

Although I prefer No. 1 For You, it goes hand-in-hand with Fighting Mr. 2nd, so I'm counting them as one for this list. The second part gave us the office slap heard around the world, and that superb drunken confession, but the first portion really delivered a cohesive story about pseudo enemies-to-lovers that had satisfying pacing and great side characters. The show also had color coding, so if it weren't for the promise of a third season that has yet to be delivered, that time jump and the reasoning for the separation, it would have been No. 1 For Me.

#2 - My Tooth, Your Love

As soon as Jin Xun An said he knew a good therapist, it was over for these other BLs. Jin Xun An is such an adult and does not have time for tomfoolery, which pushed Bai Lang to grow. A majority of BLs openly express that one of the leads is a mess from trauma, yet gives the message that the other person should and will love them regardless. Not this BL! Jin Xun An said he would love Bai Lang through it, but he didn't allow Bai Lang to treat him like poo or make excuses for his behavior while kindly pushing Bai Lang to treat himself as seriously and as gently as Jin Xun An did. Oh, and the side couple was intriguing as well.

#1 - HIStory 3: Trapped & HIStory ?: Freed

You notice how all the other couples on this list are right next to each other, probably holding each other likely in bed? NOT THESE TWO! Mis tóxicos fell in love in the woods while handcuffed to each other after running away from their kidnappers while Kinn was still dating Tawan and Porsche was sexing up customers behind the bar (KinnPorsche). Mis tóxicos were not trusting each other, yet willing to fuck while Dr. Bun was still in the big city and Tan wasn't even on his radar (Manner of Death). I'm not making a comparison; I'm making a statement that this show changed me and what I now crave from other shows. If a man isn't willing to kill for his guy AND possibly kill his guy too, then is it really love? I have demanded for FOUR YEARS that my boy Tang Yi be released, and one of these days, Taiwan will deliver us what we all deserve -

HIStory 15: Freed WHEN?

#taiwanese bls #HIStory: Freed WHEN?!#HIStory 3: Trapped #My Tooth Your Love #We Best Love #we best love: no. 1 for you #we best love: fighting mr. 2nd #be loved in house: i do #About Youth the series

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lakesbian · 3 months

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what are your animorphs thoughts on how the characters have been changing over the course of the series so far? also, do you have a favorite animal moment in the ones you’ve read?

okay this got long due to my rambling so its going under a cut

well i can't say i have any profound analysis on how they've been changing but it's fun...jake rocks because he very rapidly went from "why are you guys saying im the leader im not the leader stop saying im the leader" -> someone has to be the leader, they want it to be me, i'll take the responsibility for making the calls that could get people killed and he Is becoming more repressed and solemn over time about it but he's also great at like. having internal spirals over it and shaking like a leaf and becoming very reactively resentful of both himself for not knowing what to do and everyone else for expecting him to know what to do. & sometimes people are like aww jake it's not your fault but sometimes they yell about how he's the one that got them into this mess so he has to get him out of it while internally regarding him as genuinely being the facade he puts up (<- even marco does this it's dire for jake) so you know. he's not doing so hot. shoutout to when cassie is like so what you're not supposed to be human? and he's like that's exactly right i'm not supposed to be human. it's fucking over for him marco has started calling him Prematurely Middle-Aged. he is turning into brian laborn. i like how they know they can still strategically coerce Whimsy and Immaturity out of him (e.g. 'letting' them sneak into a hollywood concert thing) by appealing to specific teenagerisms of his (shaq will be there).

veryfunny how they. put an arc about tobias navigating [checks notes] accepting his therian identity in the 90s children novels. just straight up. they gave birdboy a stomach-fluttering creeping lack of ability to stay in denial while a higher being was showing him his ideal body moment. They gave birdboy a "rachel is forced to accept who he is and stop solely thinking of him as a human tragically locked away by finding that only appealing to his true self as a red-tailed hawk rather than as a human can bring him out of being lost in a morph" moment. Also, he was autistic about dinosaurs as a child. i fear perhaps he'll have less focus for the rest of the series because his personal arc has like. more or less been sorted already. he's good now. there is the chosen one™️thing coming up still but i like that significantly less than him being just some guy so that's not really exciting. it's nice for him that his life is cool and awesome now though. i will say it's funny how almost every time the animorphs describe each other in their books they're just so wildly off-base (generally in the 'falling for the facade' way but it was funny when marco just confidently rattled off statements about rachels purported secret insecurities that were not even remotely accurate) and with tobias everyone is still like. poor soul. forever trapped in the body of a hawk. and then you cut to tobias and every time he's not in hawk morph he's complaining and bitching and moaning about how he wants to be back in his REAL body with his REAL eyes because they're SO MUCH MORE AWESOME. he's good, guys. he's fine. he's chill.

i am on the. checks notes. second chapter of the Cassie's Spontaneous Mental Break Over Doing Violence book. i like how she had an entire book dedicated to that one specific experience some kids have of being A Kid Who Loves Animals (TM) and then processes that bad things happen all the time in nature + human morality with regards to caring for animals is complicated and biased and gets really distressed about pondering the matter. like you know that type of experience. love that she gets an entire book dedicated to having it. fantastic character trait that she's the most prone out of all of them to having morality debates with herself and distress over the idea of choosing wrong to the point where she genuinely needs someone (marco) to explain to her that inaction is in itself a decision. girl who is very sick and tired of bloodshed, and also keeps accidentally murdering people. remember when she's like [trying 2 joke] i dont want to decide...could you just decide for me jake and jake is like [seriously, completely aware she wasn't kidding on a deeper level] do you Want me to decide for you? it is perhaps most necessary for her over all the other morphs that she gets to Not Be The Person Making The Final Calls. this does not stop her from having increasingly many little moments of nervous breaks before she gets so upset she tries to hard-quit though. should be interesting to see where that goes over the course of the entire series because she has a lot more books to suffer badly through

rachel is like. i think she's the slowest boiling pot here. she's had one (1) moment of really getting snappish about her role being The Brave One but other than that she's largely going "unfortunately i cant stop talking (instinctively immediately calling marco a pussy when he says something is scary and then throwing myself into it to motivate everyone even if i am also so very scared)" and then continuing to play out her role. it's been cute to watch her friendship with marco develop they're by no means each others favorite but they're playful with each other and they're learning how to read each other. i like when rachel is like hmm i think i hear your mom on a submarine and hes like thanks rachel [thinking] if she says youre welcome shes lying to be nice and shes like. Thank you for having better hearing than you? Loser. and hes like oh thank god. it's also very cute when he steals the tv remote while they're all hanging out in a hotel room and acts like he's gonna turn it to baywatch and she gets annoyed and then he puts it to xena warrior princess for her and shes like oh ok :). she is always getting ripped and torn to shreds and almost dying and it may actually be traumatizing the other animorphs marginally more than it traumatizes her. i think thus far my favorite scene with her is when she's traveling with tobias during megamorphs 2

aximili is like. he can be kind of nothing when it's not his book but his characterization is overall really solid. kind of enamored with how much having dinner with cassie impacted him. i want to see more of his developing friendship with tobias...i like how in his head he's like "and we're Best friends :)" without checking to see whether or not tobias also thinks this. deeply deeply funny character in terms of literally being a jock who didnt pay very much attention in school sent back 400 years and expected by everyone he meets there to, like, explain how to invent electricity when all he knows is what electricity is. i think during the dinosaur episode he should have started insufferably asking the other animorphs to explain how to invent a cellphone/water purifier/etc to make a point. bonus points because he comes from a society where being considered more technologically knowledgeable than other warriors is literally a huge diss. he wants to be a jock but he's being considered a nerd by all of his friends just for knowing what is to him basic fact. which obscures the truth that cassie is the real nerd of the group. sad! i disagree with the people who think he's genuinely weird compared to other andalites and not just on earth btw. just a side note. i really like his character development and internal struggles over geopolitics while being Extremely Fifteen. he is fifteen and they are making him undergo the horrors. i would like to see more scenes like where he's invited to dinner at cassie's or where he remembers the dinner at cassie's as smth very fond/important to him but at the same time i can get behind him having a like...undersiders-type relationship to the other animorphs where the connection is simultaneously very superficial and very deep because he wouldn't be in proximity to them if not for Being In A War Together and they don't really have any intimate interactions with him but they still have the intrinsic closeness of constantly fighting for each others lives. i like how he's objectively rachel's least favorite & least trusted and they would still bite claw maim for each other!

marco is becoming increasingly complicated 4 sure. kind of enamored with his character trait where he's completely fine with going "ATTENTION EVERYONE: i am so terrified and scared and afraid that i am shivering and crying hysterically and peeing myself and i've almost fainted as well" but he simultaneously considers the idea of anyone finding out about deeper emotional vulnerabilities of his and pitying him to be intolerable. which kind of clashes in an interesting way w/ how the other animorphs are all pathologically obsessed with the notion that it's fine for anyone Else to be afraid, but They can't be afraid or they're a coward and should be ashamed of themselves. i forgot the specific context but shoutout to when marco fully genuinely says that something is very scary/he's very scared and he wouldn't blame anyone who decided to go home and then cassie projects her own insecurities onto the statement and makes a kind of snippy remark about how she's not going to back down despite the fact that it was in no way targeted at anyone. i like how it's sort of his job to be The Sensible One (although this has shifted over the course of the series now it's more his job to be The Funny One i.e. the emotional medic) but his brain just completely shits out when he's scared and he frequently has to be reminded of common sense things during fights. i like how this does not stop him from being extremely impulsively angry and violent and poorly restrained around things that hit home for him. i like how when jake tries to go "are you ok? asking because you have not made a singular jest and thats worrying to people" marco takes it as "alright fucking fine i'll do better at doing my job and making jokes" instead of emotionally engaging. it's gonna be interesting to see where he goes he's one of the more complicated ones to see the perspective of

#ask #animorphs lb #okay thats everyone and also so long. not editing it down. sorrie.

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spark-my-nature · 2 years

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The Greatest Show - DRW

I have nothing to say for myself except I regret nothing. Can you tell I love Danny? Enjoy, lovely people.

Words: 4.4K

Summary: Domestic bliss with Danny on a goofy, hot Saturday morning. Fluff, Smut, and more fluff.

Warnings: Sexual content, oral (f receiving), swearing, terrible jokes

The weekend gently woke you with rays of gold accenting yours and Danny’s bedroom. Letting your eyes stay closed, you hummed softly, rolling over to cuddle into your boyfriend’s warm arms. When you felt cool, empty sheets, your eyes opened with disappointment, and you glanced at the alarm clock.

11:13 AM

A good time to get up, you thought. Enjoying the freedom to sleep in but not wasting the day. Climbing out of bed and practically getting swallowed in one of Danny’s huge hoodies that you regularly stole, you went to track down your boyfriend. Padding down the hallway, letting your hand run along the wall peppered with bright, sunny artwork, you pulled the scrunchie out of your mess of a bun and shook your hair down messily around your face. You heard the low vibrations of your man humming to himself from the patio, occasional beatboxing softly accenting his little tune. A wide sleepy smile stretched across your face as you peeked around the corner into the kitchen, not wanting to alert him to your presence yet.

The angel you couldn’t believe you called your boyfriend pulled open the screen door that led to the small enclosed outdoor space off your kitchen. He closed it behind him with his hip, in beat with his little tune, holding some freshly cut chives. When you first moved in together, Danny let you design the area pretty much by yourself, and like the little goblin he affectionately called you, you’d transformed it into a luscious green garden patio. Little herb planters placed in strategically lit places, flowers wafting their sweet smell, windchimes and birdfeeders, all of it encasing a small firepit with cozy chairs and a swinging bench. Danny had even squeezed in a grill, tucked non-descriptly in the corner, pulled out for the frequent evenings with the Kiszkas or your families.

When you came home and found Danny screwing the grill together with the tiny, provided wrench, you teased him about what a dad he was, swearing at the confusing instructions when he wasn’t ignoring them entirely. When he finished it, he insisted on christening the patio, immediately calling up the boys for an afternoon grill. While Danny did a liquor run, you picked up the food at the grocery store. And maybe there were some aprons on sale by the father’s day clearance shelf. Perhaps you picked up a delightfully tacky “Everybody Chill, Daddy’s on the Grill” apron with flames printed cheaply on the front. One might even go so far as to say you bought the matching hat. Waiting until the drinks had started flowing and the burgers sizzling, you came around behind Danny nonchalantly. Giving his hips a loving squeeze, he turned his head just enough to give your forehead an oblivious kiss. As he took a swig of his beer, you spread the apron across his front, tying it around his neck and waist before he could read the print. “Don’t wanna get grease on your shirt, baby,” you cooed, setting the hat atop his curls and darting away. Danny squinted suspiciously as the guys started to chuckle and duck their heads guiltily. Looking down and struggling to read upside down, he looked back up at you with a terrible attempt to appear angry. “When did you even get this?” You reclaimed your place beside Sam on the bench swing, accepting his high-five with a giggle. Later, once the departure of the Kiszkas restored peace and quiet, Danny and yourself had a little more grown-up fun, apron still on. Just the apron. The apron was never worn again, but the use of the name “Daddy” had become a staple.

Biting back a silly grin, you watched Danny open the fridge for some eggs, his head bopping slightly to his whisper-singing. He hadn’t bothered to put a shirt on, and you bit your lip despite the innocent situation. Listening intently, you had to bite down on the hood of the sweater to muffle a giggle. He was singing Taylor Swift’s new song, one you vaguely recognized from Tiktok. Still oblivious to your presence, he cracked a few eggs into a buttered pan. After he threw out the shells, he picked up a flipper and to your delight, sang into it like a microphone. “It’s me, Hi, I’m the problem, it’s me,” he dramatically crooned. You bit harder on the poor hoodie, desperately trying to remain unseen. Your adorable boyfriend adjusted the heat, bringing his make-shift microphone back up. “I stare directly at the sunnn but never in the mirror…” Danny moved to the cupboards to grab plates and cutlery. He giggled, actually giggled to himself, and pulled out two of your reusable straws. Using the counter as a practice pad, he started drumming the makeshift sticks along with his song. As he moved back to the eggs to check them, he drummed on each cupboard door and appliance on the way, an impromptu percussion solo apparently missing from Taylor’s song. Landing the downbeat on the edge of the stove, he vocalized an adorable “Tssssss” as he crashed his invisible cymbal.

Like a grand finale, he slid across the kitchen floor back toward the cutlery drawer with a flourish of his hands, and he put back the straws. Picking up the spatula in one hand and the handle of the frying pan in the other, he skillfully flipped the eggs in the air and set the pan back down.

Absolutely lost in your boyfriend’s show, your weight shifted unconsciously, causing the floorboard to creak under your foot. Danny screeched, the spatula clattering on the floor. You winced, hissing “shit-“ your gaze from the tool up to his bright red face, which he quickly hid behind his hands.

“How long were you watching that?” he groaned between his fingers. You couldn’t hold back the giggles anymore, trotting up to him and wrapping your arms around his middle. You lovingly kissed a whirlwind of light pecks all across his warm chest, smiling brightly. “I think a more prevalent question would be, why didn’t you tell me you were a Swiftie?” You peeled his hands off his face, bringing them to rest on your hips.

His cheeks flushed darker, “I am not a Swiftie,” he protested petulantly. You rested your hands on his shoulders. “Aw, Danny, you don’t have to hide it from me, I still love you,” you giggled. He rolled his eyes, squeezing your hips lovingly nonetheless.

“As if I could hide anything from you,” he teased, tickling your hips where he knew you couldn’t stand it. You doubled over in giggles, and Danny smiled at your laughter. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He shrugged, “Well lets see, you go through my closet and steal my clothes,” he slid one large hand flat up your back over your his shirt, “you always steal my phone because you can’t remember what songs you shazamed, plus you take a gazillion selfies every chance you get,” his hand cupped your cheek, his eyes crinkled affectionately, “and apparently you spy on me while I’m just trying to make my girlfriend breakfast.” He dramatically flew the back of his hand against his forehead. “Woe is me,” he fake-sobbed.

You giggled at his antics, standing on your tiptoes and kissing his jaw, the highest place you could reach. “Whatever is a poor boy to do?” you cooed in your best transatlantic accent. He looked back down at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes and a crooked smirk painting his perfect mouth. Before you could blink, he scooped you up effortlessly in his arms. “Wh- Danny!” you laughed. He set you on the counter beside the stove and tickled your sides. You were defenseless, your arms still wrapped around his neck, and you screeched, wiggling desperately away.

He cackled evilly, fighting off your weak defenses until he finally had mercy and slowed down. Swatting his big hands away defensively, you straightened and took them in yours, bringing them up between you and lacing your fingers together. As your breathless giggles faded, you looked up into his eyes and batted your eyelashes flirtatiously. Danny’s smile growing more crooked and dopey as his eyes trailed over your face, seemingly forgetting all about his prior shame as he got lost in your features. Your heart swelled the absolutely lovesick fool in front of you, butterflies fluttering in your stomach the way they did when you first met.

“Quit lookin’ at me like that, Wagner,” an empty threat in your voice. You leaned into him more, your legs pressed between his body and the counter. He leaned down, holding his weight with a hand resting on either side of you, squishing his nose against yours playfully.

“Why?” he mumbled, still trying to hold eye contact despite his proximity, making him look adorably cross eyed. You gave his lips a soft kiss, earning you a quiet hum of satisfaction. Pulling away and smacking his butt lightly. “Because if you keep it up, I’m gonna make you burn breakfast,” you winked.

He chuckled, shaking his head and sidestepping to flip the eggs. He grabbed the scissors out of the drawer and started snipping tiny pieces of fresh chives over the pan. “First she spies on me, then she threatens me… just trying to make my girl breakfast,” he mumbled with a smirk. You swung your legs and cocked your head, watching him cook with a wide smile.

“You’re so pretty,” you told him softly. The kitchen window let the warm sun rays in, backlighting his flawless profile, his honey-gold highlights parting the silky soft rings of curls. You smiled wider at the hint of a blush across his cheeks. He side-eyed you, putting the scissors away. “Says you, pretty girl.” He countered bashfully.

Your eyes trailed down his back, admiring him silently. He had been particularly feisty last night, evidenced by your own scratch marks littering his shoulders, and you shifted on your seat on the counter as you remembered. You watched the muscles flexing across his back while he worked casually, curls cascading messily, as usual, just completely effortless in his beauty. Your eyes dipped to his perfectly tight ass of their own accord, hidden behind the thin flannel sleep pants.

Danny perked up at your sigh, glancing at you over his shoulder, catching you ogling him shamelessly. He returned to the stove, flicked off the burner with a devilish smirk and set the lid over the pan. He turned to look at you, eyes darker than before when yours met his. An unspoken exchange shared between you both, a wordless confirmation, telling the other the depth of your craving. Before you could utter more than a gasp of surprise, his lips were on yours. Immediately you slipped your fingers through his enviously soft curls, and you eagerly returned his passionate kisses.

His large hands slid down your thighs to your knees, pushing them open and stepping between them, hungrily meeting your tongue with a soft groan. You scooted forward, hinting at him to touch you. Danny pulled back with a soft gasp for air, meeting your eyes hungrily.

“Barely awake twenty minutes, and you’ve already spied on me, delayed breakfast, and made me hard.” His voice had gotten even rougher, his eyes darting all up and down your body. You bit your lip looking down at the tent pitched in his low-hanging sleep pants. Your breathing hitched, loving what you do to him so effortlessly.

Your eyes met his heated gaze before spreading your legs farther, hiking up Danny’s hoodie around your hips, feeling the cool air hit your bare centre. Danny’s eyes landed between your legs, realizing you were panty-less, brows furrowing with a groan of desire. His nostrils flared, and he obscenely ran his tongue along his top teeth. “Breakfast can wait,” he huffed, falling to his knees before you. You dipped your own fingers between your legs, slowly pulling your fingers away a few centimetres, a string of your juices clinging between them and your swollen clit.

Danny’s jaw hung open, growling ferally before shoving your hand out of the way. He leaned in and buried his face in you. You moaned, your hand shooting to his hair for leverage. He slurped obscenely at your clit, sucking gently before lapping at it hungrily.

If someone asked you, what was the best view in the world? It was Danny’s eyes fluttering up to meet yours through his long dark lashes, the rest of his perfect face engulfed in your folds as he ate you out like a sinner asking for his God’s forgiveness. His hair framed his wild eyes, bunching around your thighs every time they closed around his head with pleasure.

You groaned when his lips gave you particularly nice suck, bucking involuntarily. “Mmmm… god you’re so good at this,” you told him, pride leaking into your tone. “’M so lucky.”

He mumbled lowly, directly into your pussy, refusing to leave for a second, “Yeah?” he slurped obscenely again, causing your eyes to roll back. “Daddy eats your pretty pussy good?” His hand finally joined the action, slipping two fingers into you and curling the way he knew you loved.

All you could manage was a pitiful whine and a nod. He scissored his long, rough fingers as he flicked his tongue expertly. He groaned into you, “…tastes so good, baby.” He pumped his fingers faster. “Can’t get enough, so fucking hot,” he moaned into your clit for emphasis, sucking rhythmically. Your jaw hung open at his words. Danny usually let actions speak for him, but when he talked dirty, oh good lord.

Watching your face contort in pleasure from his words, he continued, “…so sweet for me, spread out, so pretty and wet, fucking aching for daddy’s mouth.”

Oh. He was feisty this morning. Two can play at that game, though.

“Fuck yes,” you panted, gathering your little remaining composure. “This is what I think about. When I touch myself. Exactly this,” you stroked his head affectionately, the confession followed by a shy breathless giggle.

He seemed to enjoy this little revelation. Whimpering hoarsely, he laid his tongue flat and shook his face side to side. His eyes locked on yours, wordlessly letting you know that he loved it just as much as you. Your head tossed back in ecstasy. You knew he couldn’t possibly enjoy this more than you did, no matter how enthusiastically he devoured you every chance he got. His mouth was your second favourite sensation in the universe, losing rank only to his cock inside you.

Continuing your teasing, you moaned. “I imagine your mouth all over me, playing with it. Fucking myself, pretending its you instead. Makes me so fuckin wet,” you tugged at his hair, satisfied at the choked groan he released. You smirked, thoroughly enjoying lording your power trip on his libido.

But then Danny stood up, and a petulant whine died in your throat, seeing the completely insane-with-lust look painted on Danny’s face alongside your juices. You didn’t see that look very often. It only came out during certain situations, ones where you’ve driven him particularly crazy. You gulped, awaiting his next move. His wild looking eyes fell from your face to your sopping wet folds, still spread wide open to him. “Show me,” he growled as his eyes shamelessly raked up your body.

You looked at him, lost.

“Show me how you touch that pretty pussy.” Danny’s command was low, but left no room for argument. Your breathing hitched, the sudden realization that he’d never actually seen you do that. In person, at least. There were Facetimes while he was away before, glimpses and teases on snapchat, and the odd time he made you play with your own clit during sex instead of him. But you’d never just… masturbated in front of him.

Feeling strangely vulnerable, you blushed, searching his eyes for confirmation. He licked his lips and quirked an eyebrow at you. Noticing your hesitation, his eyes softened back to the gentle Danny you knew. “Is that alright baby?” he rested his hand on your thigh. You nodded, cracking a shy smile, “Just… haven’t… y’know, done that before. In front of you,” you giggled breathlessly, looking down.

Danny smiled wide, tilting your chin up to look at him. “You wanna?” he asked, an adorably hopeful look on his face. You nodded bashfully, “Can we go to the bedroom though? M’ gonna go numb from the counter.”

He chuckled, effortlessly picking you up and carrying you back down the hall. You bit your lip, thoroughly appreciating his strength for the millionth time. It never got old, the way he could just toss you around like a feather, and apparently it worked for him too, judging by the way his hands groped at your ass.

He dove his face into your neck, sloppily lavishing every inch of skin, blindly kicking open the bedroom door and tossing you back onto the bed. You giggled from the drop, returning Danny’s excited, lustful smile. You held eye contact as you scooted back up to lean against the pillows, keeping your knees closed to his watchful gaze.

Danny smugly cleared his throat, shooting you a shit-eating grin. He settled on his knees at the foot of the bed, opposite you. He raised his eyebrows, flicking his gaze pointedly from your closed knees and back, suggestively biting his lip. You blushed and giggled, “Oh, sorry, did you want something?” His hand rested casually over the cock-shaped mass straining his pant leg. He leaned his head back, palming himself slowly, lidded eyes trained on you intensely. “You got your little show this morning, princess,” he purred, “now I want mine.”

Deciding to tease him a little longer, you cooed seductively, “Say please.” Danny swallowed, watching your hand tease along your thigh. “Please, princess. Let me see,” he growled lowly.

You nodded softly, finally letting your knees fall open. Danny’s breath caught in his throat, choking back a moan. A small part of you felt so treasured and lucky, the fact that he’d seen you naked so many times, but you still captivated him like this. A bigger part of you felt faint with desire.

You watched his eyes track your hand as it slid from your knee down along your inner thigh. You squeezed the soft flesh, sighing softly. Lower, your hand slipped, barely brushing your vulva and slipping up to grip the hem of the hoodie. Too heated for clothes, you pulled it over your head, your breasts falling with a jiggle. Danny groaned under his breath, squeezing his erection.

You layed back down, straightening one leg out and keeping the other bent at the knee. Your inactive hand came up to toy with your breast, squeezing, while the other finally reached its ultimate target. He licked his lips, hardly breathing while he watched. Your middle finger pad brushed over your clit, slipping down over your entrance. You barely slipped in your middle and pointer fingers before tantalizingly dragging them back upwards, spreading your lips open more along the way. Landing on your clit, you circled them slowly, letting a whiney sigh escape your lips. Your other hand toyed with your hardened nipple. Danny’s jaw hung open, zeroed in on your fingers. Rather than feeling exposed, you felt empowered. You had him in the palm of your hand in this moment, and you felt so powerful and sexy.

You circled your clit a little faster, whimpering softly. Danny began panting softly and you noticed his hand stroking up and down his clothed erection with more conviction. You briefly flicked your fingers across your clit side to side, gasping, and returned to your circular motions. “Mmm… Danny…” you breathed, your head lolling back. He let out a pained grunt, and you felt him stirring before you. Opening your eyes, you saw him untie his sleep pants and slide his hand southward out of sight. His fist moved lazily beneath the flannel, his breathing ragged.

“You look so fucking hot,” he strained, brows knitting together. You smirked lazily, dipping lower to slip two fingers inside. He whined, jerking himself off harder, his expression so ungodly sexy. You fucked yourself steadily, bucking your hips to stimulate your clit against the heel of your hand. Your free hand cupped and groped at your breast, teasing your nipples.

You nodded to his hand in his pants. “No fair. I wanna see too,” you bit your lip. He nodded, pausing to lift up and shove his pants down past his thighs. His hand wrapped around his red leaking cock, stroking languidly with a tight grip. You groaned at the sight, fucking yourself faster. Danny smirked. “You like that?” He twisted his fist around the tip of his cock, palming the head with a close-lipped grunt. You nodded, pathetically whimpering, “Mmhmm.”

You watched in awe as his other hand joined the fun, cupping his own balls as he jerked himself. He huffed, chewing his lip and screwing his eyes shut. You felt your orgasm brewing, unable to tear your eyes away from his engorged length. Every part of him was so perfect, the way the delicate skin bunched around the head of him at the peak of every stroke. The lightly trimmed black hair framing his thick base. His strong, muscular thighs clenching and unclenching with pleasure as he bucked into his own hand. The muscles of his abdomen, decorated with the dark happy trail, doing the same. Danny was a fucking stallion, wild and dark, perfectly lean and powerful, with a gentle, warm soul. Amidst the insatiable need, you felt a rush of adoration for him as he knelt at your feet, chasing his own pleasure.

He threw his head back, sending curls flying just as they did onstage while he performed. Instead of beating his drums, he was beating-

You giggled breathlessly, quickly biting your lip. Dannys eyes shot to you, his hand faltering as he smirked, confused. “What?” You shook your head, “Nothing.”

He let go of his aching cock and crawled over you, grabbing your hands and pinning them above your head. Face to face, he held himself above you. “Tell me,” he whispered, smiling.

You giggled, rolling your eyes at yourself. “Just a stupid joke I just thought of,” you lifted up to kiss him, but he arched away from you teasingly. “Go on then,” he smiled wider. You blushed, shaking your head, “Nooo its so stupid-“ “I wanna hear it anyway.” You looked away from him, trying to hide your face in his hanging curls.

“Instead of beating the drums, you’re beating…” you giggled shyly, trailing off. Danny paused, realization kicking in. He burst out laughing, you quickly joining him. He sat upright, holding his stomach as he calmed down. He shook his head, eyes crinkled and he grinned down at you. “You’re right, that was stupid.” You shoved his chest playfully, and he giggled, leaning over you once more. “Leave it to you to think of ‘beating my meat’ in the middle of that,” he teased.

You giggled and cupped his face, pulling him towards you. “Couldn’t help it, y’looked like you do when you’re drumming,” you mumbled, eyeing his face, desire relighting the moment. Danny smirked, brushing his lips against yours. “You and my drum faces, I swear,” he whispered, finally kissing you.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, your legs spreading under him to tangle around his. He smoothed one large warm hand down your front, squeezing your boobs. He moaned into your mouth, tongues slipping feverishly.

Another reason you loved Danny so much, this freedom to be goofy in the bedroom without it killing the mood. You two easily slipped between teasing playfully and teasing sexually, laughter flowing as easily as your moans.

His hand impatiently slipped between your legs, far beyond the point of teasing. He rubbed your clit in the perfect motion he knew so well. You gripped his shoulders, burying your face in his neck and planting hot, open-mouthed kisses along the taught muscles. His fingers plunged into you, twisting and curling skillfully. You cried out, biting his shoulder gently. “Danny please-“ you moaned. “Please fuck me, need you. Need you so bad.”

Danny leaned up and kissed you desperately, his hand leaving you to quickly replace it with his aching cock. He immediately sunk into you with an animalistic groan, his eyes squeezing shut.

“Fuuuuuuck fuck fuck fuck baby,” he growled, beginning to thrust steadily. You whimpered, moving your hands to cup his jaw, guiding his lips to yours. He fucked you at a steady tempo but plunging deeply each time. Slow but hard, passion guiding his hips like a metronome. As your lips matched the same intensity, you began bucking your hips up to meet his, already feeling your orgasm rekindling after being so close before. Danny’s hair swayed in rhythm all around your head, and his soft moans and grunts in between kisses spurred you on.

“Dannyyyy,” you whined into his mouth, “so close, please don’t stop”

He groaned loudly, feeling you clenching around him, his own peak approaching. “Fuck me too-“ he gasped and leaned his forehead against yours, relentlessly pounding into you. “Cum for me, please baby, love you so much, cum all over me,” he panted. You cried out, orgasm hitting you like a truck, pathetically writhing under him as it washed over you in waves. Danny’s eyes rolled back, a feral growl rumbling out of his chest as he shot his load into you. Slowing down his thrusts, he finally pulled out with a shuddery sigh, nestling beside you. You rolled and curled into his warm body, catching your breath. Your eyes fluttered open, watching as his did too, and you both smiled lazily at each other, chests heaving.

After a few minutes, you brushed his curls away from his face lovingly. “You think the eggs are still warm?”

He leaned into your touch with a soft smile. “Worked up an appetite, did we?” You nodded with a giggle. He leaned forward and kissed your forehead, then climbed out of bed, pulling his sleep pants back over his hips as he headed into the kitchen. You heard the clanking of plates, and he returned momentarily with eggs and orange juice in hand. You sat up and smiled brightly.

“Sex and breakfast in bed, is it my birthday?” He smirked, sitting next to you. “Well if it was, you are dressed appropriately.” You squinted at him, knowing he wasn’t finished. A goofy smile broke across his face. “Yknow, cause you’re in your birthday suit?” You cringed, groaning dramatically. “That’s worse than my joke and you know it.”

He snickered at his own joke, bringing his fork up to your mouth. You took the bite, eyes twinkling with love for your dorky boyfriend.

The two of you ate together, bickering and laughing happily, just two idiots in love.

#danny wagner smut #danny wagner #danny x reader #danny gvf #daniel wagner #danny wagner fluff #greta van fleet #greta van fic #greta van fluff #greta van smut #greta van fleet fan fiction #greta van fleet smut #greta van fleet fluff

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honeylikesyanderes · 1 year

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yandere ocs - the beau-maude twins

one darling, two powerful yanderes-

what could go wrong?

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twice the yandere tendencies, vampire edition

hope you enjoy anons! thanks for your ideas

unedited for now and kinda rushed lol

minors dni 18+ only

warning: contains yanderes and yandere behaviour, huge and lowkey unfair power dynamics, desperate vampires and a darling that cant escape, mentions of blood

asks/requests are open!

likes and reblogs are very very very much appreciated ♡

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montgomery 'memory' beau-maude - the fixer

age: ??? (looks about 24 tho)

birthday: may 30th

physical attributes:

back length jet black hair that's usually up in a ponytail

red eyes

tall af (6'6)

pale skin (not too pale tho)

has a bit of a dad bod

slightly above average voice (not too deep)

always looks bored or angry

no in-between

has a scar on his right eye that he doesnt like to talk about

wears fake glasses to cover up said scar

personality traits:

is very poised

you can never catch him slacking tbh

is the more mature twin

rarely shows any feeling that isnt anger

doesn't like humans

is no fun

highkey a dick.

is mostly mean because of his royal status mixed with some bad experiences

people dont know a lot about him, even his twin doesn't know some things

is very secretive.

can fix any situation, no matter how hopeless it seems

he's called the fixer for a reason

maximilian 'max' beau-maude - the wildcard

age: ??? (looks 22ish)

birthday: may 30th

physical attributes:

short and messy black hair

red eyes

wears sunglasses because his eyes are a bit sensitive

a bit taller than his brother (6'6.5)

pale skin

muscular but not too muscular

slightly high pitched voice

always smiling

has a scar on his left eye that he’s willing to talk about, but everything he says about it is probably a lie.

personality traits:

is the opposite of his brother

is very playful

loves to joke about

cant be serious for more than 30 minutes

is very impulsive

thinks humans are interesting

lies for fun

no one can really predict him or his next actions

not even his brother

that's why he's the wildcard

seems like he's an open book

but he's actually lies quite a bit

most of his messes are cleaned up by his brother

can be very smart and strategic when he wants to be tho

meeting you:

they've waited for 500 years to ascend the throne

just to discover that their father made a decree that they cannot ascend the throne unless they find their mate

memory is livid, max is slightly amused

max suggests that they meet the palace oracle

the oracle describes their mate as a person with (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes as well as extra details

the palace painter was then called to work with the oracle to provide an accurate picture of their bride

within two days, the picture was ready

it was then given to the royal soldiers , in which they were told to bring you to the palace

the search took about 2 weeks

and then after you were brought back looking disorientated and confused

you looked like a hot mess really

but to them?

you looked perfect.

are they aware that they are yanderes? are they bothered by it?

technically, theyre not really aware; because this is how they were raised to believe love towards your mate(s) should be like. so theyre not aware and they dont see anything wrong with it. its just how things work in the vampire world.

yandere tendencies:

theyre both obsessive yanderes

memory is more possesive tho

max pretends to be delusional, but he’s actually not delusional at all.

max is more carefree and but extremely clingy

memory is more strict but gives darling their breathing space

they both kind of view you as property at first-

memory shows it and makes it clear

you belong to them, no arguments, if, what or buts.

max on the other hand is much more cunning

he’ll act like he sees you as an equal

but he’s just pretending

and when push comes to shove-

he’ll throw you under the bus.

so be careful around him mkay-?

max is also the type to try and win you over

whether it is through gifts, sweet words, physical affection, giving you what you want etc

memory, on the contrary, is more harsh at first, but becomes sweeter and gentler over time

this softening can also be sped up if darling behaves well and doesnt struggle much.

when they both ascend the throne, you will also become their ruling spouse

that means prior to their coronation, you will have to learn your royal duties and how to rule.

even before then, your relationship will move extremely quick

you’ll be permanently bonded to them within a week, give or take

to clarify, max is much more dangerous than memory.

he’s extremely cunning and manipulative and will stop at nothing to get what he wants.

he doesnt care what he has to do to get what he wants.

he’ll do it.

memory on the other hand is more calculating and observant.

he notices little details and is extremely good at predicting patterns

so after being with darling for a certain period of time, he can successfully predict their every move.

btw, you cant run away.

youre their mate

they can smell you and can therefore track you.

and theyre royals-

they have the manpower and the resources to burn just to find you-

and theyve been waiting over 500 years to find you darling-

so just be a sweet thing and love them, okay?

fun facts/trivia:

memory:

you will be turned almost as soon as you start living in the palace

this is because memory really doesnt like the smell of humans

memory also doesnt drink human blood

he invented an animal blood supplement that he takes once a week

he likes to read and sleep

he actually likes the taste of human food and is extremely good at cooking

is also very interested in human courtship and how it differs from that of the vampire world

is extremely truthful but will avoid answering the question if he doesnt want to say the truth

has special and specific powers because he's a vampire royal

has a strained relationship with his parents

max:

max has quite a bit of tattoos, but he keeps them hidden

he also gets tattoos when he's in a bad mood/angry

has had many many careers throughout his lifespan

so he’s very informed about humans and human behaviour

and he has a fuck ton of random things that he’s really good at

likes to drink alcohol

he is very impulsive.

and he's very touchy

he likes to bake and make chocolate for fun

has a weird addiction to monster energy tho

his room is always messy

has special and specific powers that differ from his brother's

avoids talking to his father, regularly talks to his mother.

loves to freak out/ scare darling

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Digimon Frontier - Episode 47

This episode was crazy! At first I was pissed because half of it was basically a recap episode with the amount of flashbacks they were throwing at me. I put that shit on 2x speed out of annoyance, but then...stuff started goin' down! (Back to normal speed lol).

Notes:

So they built a trailmon track to the yellow moon and not the moon that already had an established base? Weird choice, but okay. At least it's pretty!

Seeing Ophanimon and Cherubimon reborn as Plotmon and Lopmon was satisfying. I guess if you're holy (or whatever) you get to skip some life stages lol. I see that they strategically picked all the cutest, most marketable digimon, something this series is severely lacking in.

Shocking absolutely no one, Dynasmon and LordKnightmon were pawns all along! I don't really get how "doubt" made them weak. Did they just mean they were in a bad headspace or is it more magical than that? Seems like their abilities were pretty drastically lowered by just emotions...

The battles were extra shounen this episode, lots of screaming, powering up, and punching. It made me think of Dragonball or maybe Jojo.

Ew. Lucemon's new form is hideous. I feel like it works okay in concept art and fanart but in the show itself it's a hot mess. His outfit is bulky and strange (especially the blazer he's wearing? lol) His head looks too small for his body and he's got an ugly Vamdemon knock off face. Why does he have vampire teeth if they were going for a fallen angel vibe?? Go back to being a generic baby angel!! 😭

"Fall down mode" is objectively funny. Why does he sound like a doll/plushie from the 90s, like "Fall Down Elmo!" I know they were probably going for "fallen" but they sliiightly missed the mark.

Wait...is "Luce" supposed to be short for Lucifer?...Embarrassed I'm just noticing now. I thought Luce just meant light

Lucemon FD Mode's attack style sure is something. Kinda like if pro-wrestlers could fly. And then he's got his "muda muda" attack that I found hard to take seriously.

One last comment about Lucemon FD Mode: I don't think his Japanese voice suits him. I wish it were more intimidating. He just sounds like someone's uncle lol

HE BLEW UP THE FRICKIN' MOON!!! Gotta be the craziest way to end an episode lol.

#digimon frontier #digimon #anime

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cosmic-waves7 · 2 years

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Rainy day with Izuku Midoriya

Note: I had nearly zero expectations for this post but now I'm finished with it and I think it's my top favourite that I've ever written. Pls give her a lot of love, I worked hard on this one (⁠ ⁠´⁠◡⁠‿⁠ゝ⁠◡⁠`⁠)

Warnings..(?): Heavily unedited, not really warning but Bakugo, Kirishima, Todoroki, Ochaco, Mina, Tsuyu have a bit of a cameo moment. Also lots of fluff.

Blankets, blankets and more blankets.

It was an unspoken agreement that you two didn't intend to leave the bed at all today unless the world was about to collapse.

Most of the day was spent tracing scars, changing bandages if needed and pressing soft kisses to warm skin.

Well...mostly warm since you had an anNOYING habit of shoving your cold feet under him while he squirmed away in anguish.

''You can't escape me, you shall feel the icy cold wrath of my toes!"

"nO-"

Izuku even finished up the remainder of his homework on his bed for once.

Something that even if it took a couple of minutes to do, he always insisted to finish up on his desk.

Today was different though, it was chilly, the windows were a bit frosted and rain pounded incessantly on the sturdy roofs of the dorm buildings.

There was definitely no classes or training that would be commencing today.

Which although the whole 'no training' ordeal upset deku quite a bit, that little issue was immediately fixed with the realization that it meant a whole day spent in your arms.

Yes. He did squeal internally at this revelation.

And spend the whole day in your arms he did. Snuggled up all toasty and warm in his (thankfully now updated to forest green) bed. You simply couldn't stand the idea of having so many allmight figurines, posters and other merch staring at you in the comfort of his room.

He was growing a bit tedious of all the teasing he was getting from his classmates beacuse of it anyway and he'd outgrown it a bit too so now his room was a lovely mix of greens, browns and greys.

Don't worry, he probably has a secret vault stashing all of his merch somewhere in UA. His whole class has tried to search for it only to come up empty handed while he denies it even exists but cackles madly to himself about how they'll never find it.

Now nestled comfortably on plush pillows, the next hours were spent binging movies and shows - quite a few that allmight has been mentioned in - and playing board games galore.

Even trying to throw bits of candy and other snacks into each others mouths.

Side note: turns out there's one thing other than someone messing with his allmight figurines that pisses Izuku off, that thing in question turned out to be losing at board games.

He was such a sore, sucky, loser.

Bakugo can attest to that statement wholeheartedly.

He gets real quiet and whines about it to you so much so that you can't help but giggle.

You even suggested twisters as well which had him flushed in absolute crimson but he nodded in a very shy affirmative yes.

Anyway.

After a while the rainstorm was easing up a bit but wasn't slowing anytime soon but you were running out of patience.

"Can we please play in the rain?"

"No."

"Please 'zuku."

"no pretty, can't have you getting sick."

"How about now-"

"nO."

So while Izuku was setting up another movie to watch - all your favourite snacks neatly stacked in place - you shrugged on a thick coat and scarf then bolted out of his room.

Snagging a pair of boots on your way out with the tell tail sign of green light crackling behind you, an indication that your freckled boyfriend was hot on your trail and on the brink of losing it at your stupidity.

"You can't go outside, I won't let you," You heard him shriek.

"That's what you think."

You knew there was no way he'd let you out to play in the rain.

This is Deku we're talking about. He'd Jump into a volcano for you no questions asked, but have an entire mental breakdown over you accidentally getting a paper cut.

Escaping his grip would be the only option, but with blackwhip on his side you had to be strategic or you could kiss that sweet nip of cold air and splashing water goodbye.

This was a time sensitive mission.

But you were determined to play in the rain whether he liked it or not.

Luckily you had taken on a few helpers for this mission to be successful.

"GET HIM."

That was all it took for Uraraka and Mina to start pushing pre-prepared floating furniture in the green hero's way and for Tsuyu to whip out her frog tougue, trying to nab at Midorya.

You could see blackwhip's tendrils peeking from your peripherals, trying to snatch you up and at the same time push off the offending furniture.

You rounded the corner, nearly slipping beacuse of your fuzzy socks while hastily scampering past a baffled Shoto and Katsuki.

"What's going on here, huh?," You could hear Bakugo's rough voice shout.

But there was no time to explain with freedom right at your fingertips.

Three seconds left...

"Grab her Todoroki!"

Not even Shoto's ice could get you.

Two seconds...

"Kacchan!"

"On it, idiot."

One second...

You could feel the heat from Bakugo's explosions, smell the pop and sizzle.

You anticipated as much.

It's the reason you had one last helper left for the grand finale.

"Kirishima now!"

"I'm sorry bro."

Your red haired friend catapulted into the furious blonde, knocking him out clean mid-air, with a last angered yelp lord explosion murder was down.

Hurling open the large wooden oak doors with an expertly placed sweeping kick, modelled after a fighting move that came from your boyfriend himself, you were free.

Free I tell you!

You were cheering loudly with your arms flung up in the air, almost hysterical with laughter and you skipped onto the wet open grounds with your boots secured firmly on your feet.

The rain was a bit heavy but closer to a drizzle than before as you spun and jumped into puddles, water splashing and rivulets of the cold liquid ran down any small bits of exposed of skin.

Izuku couldn't help himself. You were positively glowing even under the rain, all bright smiles and bubbling laughter.

He'd already grabbed his own coat while chasing you and all it took was an obnoxiously large umbrella off the racks near the entrance to follow you out.

The worry of you getting sick had long left him, he'd happily nurse you back to health anyway.

The water slowed it's dripping off the bridge of your nose as a familiar shadow loomed over you. Pivoting around, you were in fight or flight mode, ready to defend your 'playing-in-the-rain-privilege' at all costs.

Your stance immediately crumbled at the warm look on his face. Deku nuzzled you into his chest, whispering jokingly that this is the last time he'll ever trust you while you both swayed in slow circles to a silent rhythm.

The echoing sounds of a seething Bakugo and a sheepish Kirishima from the short distance of the dorms' ground floor.

The girls most definitely had a whole albums worth of photos to send to the class groupchat showing the both of you out in the rain.

#headcannons #anime #fiction #fluff #mha #bnha #boku no hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #izuku midoriya headcanons #izuku midoriya #izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #deku #deku x reader

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