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exhaslo · 6 months

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Kinktober Day 24- Miguel x Chubby!Reader (Praise Kink)

*Requested by several readers ;) *

Miguel was a very popular man. He was tall, fit and very sexy. There were a lot of women who tried to get Miguel's attention. Each one trying every kind of which way to get into his pants. None of them succeeded. You were Miguel's coworker at Alchemax. It was no lie to say that you were head over heels for the man; however, you felt like you were going to be like all the rest. Miguel was always so busy and never had time for anyone at work. You only got a few words in with him.

There was also something else about Miguel that you were curious about. He would often disappear from his office, claiming to be working in his lab. You knew otherwise because you poked your head into his lab to find him. Miguel was always nowhere to be found. Whenever he went missing was when Spiderman was out fighting crime.

Today was one of those days. This time you actually had paperwork to give to Miguel from your supervisor. You stood in front of his office, wondering when he would return. You lowered you head, hearing some of his coworkers talking. They were making fun of you. Out of all the girls who tried to get with Miguel, you were the only chubby one. It hurt. You had just as much of a chance as anyone else did. These guys were just being mean.

"Hm, (Y/N)? Were you waiting long?" Miguel asked as he opened his door. You flinched, caught off guard by his height,

"Um, no...I have this paperwork from my supervisor."

"Ah, right. I was waiting for those, come in." Miguel offered, opening the door to his office for you. You could feel your cheeks burn, "It's okay, I don't bite."

"Sorry,"

You hurried into his office, still surprised that you actually were let in. Miguel watched as you stood in the middle of the room. His eyes were engraving every curve of your body. He was practically eye fucking you. Miguel offered you to sit and proceeded to give you a cup of coffee. You thanked him, placing the paperwork on the table. Miguel stood the seat beside you. He could sense your racing heart. You were so nervous, it was cute.

"So, (Y/N), are you seeing anyone?" He asked bluntly. Your eyes widen as your mouth went agape,

"N-NO! I-I mean, no...I'm not...Uh, why....why do you ask?" You were a stuttering mess, still shocked by the question. Miguel chuckled lowly,

"Because I want to take you out on a date."

You nearly squeaked. You wanted to believe this was a dream, but you were fully awake. You were hesitant, but agreed to a date. Miguel gave you a time and day and offered to pick you up. You agreed and slowly left his office still in a frenzy. Part of you wanted to assume that this was a prank, but you were so happy. The one and only Miguel O'Hara had asked you out on a date. You were so excited.

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You had successfully been on a few dates with Miguel. He was so kind to you, it was a nice change of pace. Miguel always complemented you, despite your worries. You were always self cautious about your weight. So whenever you went on a date, you always took forever to pick out an outfit. Miguel was far too nice for you. Sometimes you still wondered if this was a prank. Miguel was too good to be true.

Right now, you were standing in front of Miguel's home. He had invited you over for dinner at his place and you were extremely nervous. You took about ten minutes before finally knocking. Miguel opened his door with a warm smile. You were hesitant, but entered. Miguel's eyes were all over you.

"You look beautiful," He said, spooking you.

"T-Thank you."

"Don't be so nervous, muñeca. (doll)" Miguel chuckled, grabbing your hand and leading you to the kitchen island. You huffed your cheeks slightly, wondering what he was calling you,

"I can't help it....You've been calling me that a lot...What does it mean?" You asked. Miguel stroked your cheek,

"Doll, you can search it up if you want." He noticed your hesitation, "You know you are beautiful,"

"You keep saying that."

Miguel leaned down to kiss you. He grinned, watching your expression. Miguel loved praising you. You were a great distraction from his work life. From both jobs. Miguel held your chin, wanting to show you how much he cared about you. Giving you a plate, Miguel watched as you ate only a little bit. You always did. He sighed softly, wanting you to eat your fill. You said you were, but Miguel knew otherwise. He hummed, wanting to fill you up with something else.

The two of you sat on the couch and just relaxed and watched a movie. Miguel had his arm over your shoulder, holding you close to him. This was sweet. You couldn't help but stare at him, admiring his features. Miguel noticed and stole a kiss from you. His large hand holding your cheek as he explored your mouth with his tongue. His other hand stroking your sides, giving your curves a nice squeeze. You whimpered, gently pulling away from him,

"Miguel..."

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, hovering over you on the couch, "You know you're beautiful, right?"

"B-But-"

"Shh, just let me know if you want to stop."

You whimpered once more as Miguel kissed you feverishly. His hands all over your body. With ease, Miguel carried you from the couch to his bedroom. He could hear your heartbeat racing a mile a minute. You were nervous, yet wet. The scent of your arousal was turning Miguel on even more. Laying you on the bed, Miguel slid his hands under your dress. He wanted to feel every part of you. Your whimpers were cute, but he wanted to hear you moan.

You moved your head as Miguel kept kissing your neck. He slid your dress off, causing you to yelp and cover yourself. Miguel moved you arms, holding them above your head. His tongue was tasting each part of you. He made swift work of your bra, groping your breasts. With a simple pinch of your nipple, Miguel finally heard you sweet moan. Oh, he was going to make sure you kept going.

You felt embarrassed as Miguel sucked and played with your breasts. You have never felt this before. You gasped as Miguel's hand was now at your panties. His fingers rubbing against your clit. You tried to squirm, but he held your hips firmly in place.

"What's wrong, muñeca? Look at how lovely your body is reacting to me," Miguel groaned at the sight of you, "So fucking beautiful and all for me,"

"B-But-"

"Can't wait to finally taste you, my gorgeous muñeca,"

You gasped as he removed your panties. Miguel leaned down and licked your clit while he entered a finger into your soaked pussy. You whined and moaned at the new sensation. Miguel was strong. He was holding you down while sucking on your sensitive bud. You felt a tight knot form, almost ready to burst. Miguel's finger was so big. He was stretching you out alone with his finger. It was hard to believe that this was happening.

"Taste so good. All for me," Miguel groaned, entering another finger, "Gotta get you ready for me. Voy a follar este hermoso coño tuyo. Voy a darle forma a tu coño a mi polla. todo para mi. (Going to fuck this beautiful pussy of yours. Going to shape your pussy to my dick. All for me)"

You weren't sure what he was saying, but Miguel was fucking you so good with his fingers. You body arched as he curled his fingers right against a sweet spot. The knot that you felt burst as you cam hard. Your pussy was clenching against his fingers, desperate for more. Miguel chuckled as you tried to move your hips against his hand. Miguel removed his fingers, licking them as he watched your pussy clench to nothing.

He removed his pants and started to stroke his dick with your juices. Your eyes widen at his size. Was it going to fit. Miguel must have read your mind because he kissed you, rubbing his dick against your folds. You trembled under him as he kept toying with you. Miguel groaned as he spread your legs, placing them over his shoulders.

"W-Wait, aren't I-"

"Beautiful?" Miguel chuckled as he started to push his dick inside you, "Fuck, you're sucking me in faster than I'm giving you."

"A-Ah~ M-Mig..." You whined, squirming as he stretched you out.

You cried softly as you felt his thick cock push its way inside you. Your mind grew hazy for a moment, still wondering if this was even happening. Miguel was handling you with ease as if you weigh as light as a feather. He kept complementing you and kept squeezing each fold of fat on your body. It made your heart flutter how loving he was. You gasped as you felt his tip hit your cervix, causing you to squirm under him. Miguel chuckled, grabbing your thick waist,

"Now, now, mami, look at you. The perfect women for me," Miguel groaned as he slowly pulled back, only to slap his dick back inside you, "Fuck, taking me all in. Such a fucking good girl, my beautiful muñeca."

"A-Ah~ M-Mig-"

"Your pussy keeps sucking me back in. Hn, so tight and just for me. Only I can have you." Miguel grunted as he slapped his hips into yours at a feverish pace, "So fucking good for me. So fucking cute. You're the only women for me, right (Y/N)?"

"Hah, y-yes," You moaned, reaching another orgasm, "Y-You're okay with my-"

"Shhh, don't degrade yourself," Miguel kissed you passionately as he slapped his cock deeper, releasing a heavy load, "Do you wanna know why I didn't date anyone else?"

"Mhpm," You nodded, shivering as he kept thrusting his dick inside you, pushing his cum back inside your womb.

"I only date the most beautiful girl in the world," He chuckled, watching you fluster, "Joder, puedo verte correrte contra mi polla toda la noche. (Fuck, I can watch you cum against my cock all night." He groaned.

You whined, wrapping your arms around his neck, feeling your growing orgasm approaching again. Miguel easily picked you up, placing you on his lap as he continued to thrust into you. He loved watching you. Each part of your body was a favorite of his. Miguel hated how low you thought of yourself. He was going to have to fuck the idea out of your mind. He wanted to make sure you loved yourself as much as he loved you. Stroking your curves again, Miguel groaned as you cam against his dick,

"That's right, baby. Keep going," He nibbled on your tummy fat, "Lemme give you all of me."

'Miguel~!" You moaned out as he cam inside you again.

Miguel fixed your hair as you leaned against him. He praised you for doing a good job and proceeded to carry you into the bathroom. His sweet words still echoing in your ear as he continued to praise you throughout the night.

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shibaraki · 1 year

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THREE’S A CROWD ┊ TODOROKI SHOUTO

tags: GN reader, coworkers/friends to lovers, mutual pining, pro hero shouto, fluff + silliness, a very jealous shouto, PR agent reader, social media, workplace romance, first kisses, getting together

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As he grows older Shouto sometimes regrets picking his given name for heroics.

Call it adolescent laziness, but when he was a teenager it felt like rebellion; carelessly giving away that part of himself just to hear how different it sounded in other people's mouths. If repeated enough he thought the tragic lacquer might chip away piece by piece until his name was anew and no longer an echo of his fathers voice.

But now his bones ache and his work follows him absolutely everywhere. The hours he spends at the agency and at home bleed together, diluted into a single muddied memory. Officially adopting the moniker ‘Icyhot’ has never been so tempting. It would be nice to actually have skin to shed.

These instances of regret are infrequent, though. It may be jarring to have strangers call out to him so casually but he counts it as adequate payoff for his name making a home in your mouth. Who knew a sound could feel like an embrace?

“Shouto!”

When it’s you, hearing his name can only be a good thing. Usually.

He’s helpless to the small smile pulling at his lips as your contagious enthusiasm filters into the otherwise dim room like sunlight. You appear in the doorway to his office, remaining half hidden behind the frame, arms held behind your back and wearing an excited grin of your own.

Having you on the PR team has done wonders for his image, apparently. Employees loved throwing around puns about his cold demeanor being ‘thawed’. Shouto was never intentionally aloof, but he was perceived that way all the same.

When you don’t immediately flounce into his office to bother him he grows suspicious. “What is it?”

Shifting your weight between each foot restlessly, his eyes fall to the soft bottom lip caught between your teeth. You inhale deeply as if bracing for impact before stepping forward, bringing your arms out from behind your back.

And now cradled against your front is… him?

The plushie is atrocious. Two large desolate eyes stare back at him from beneath a bi-coloured felt fringe. Not only is it wearing a tiny version of the UA uniform, there is a pair of pointed cat ears on top of its head—one white and one red. Atleast the scar is on the correct side.

Amidst his judgment you have closed the distance, standing in front of his desk, squeezing the thing tight to your stomach. Shouto swallows down his immediate displeasure and feels ridiculous for it.

Voice tempered, he prompts, “A plush toy?”

Your shoulders relax, thumb rubbing back and forth over the soft fabric in slow, idle motions, “Yes—well, he’s actually a knock off. Technically I shouldn’t have bought it, but I couldn’t resist!”

“It’s ugly”.

“Don’t say that! Just look at him,” brought to your face, squashed up against your cheek, the toy seems to mock him. You laugh warmly, “Isn’t he cute? His head is so big”.

Shouto quickly delegates his attention to the report on his computer screen and begins to highlight random words to distract from the urge to pout. There’s a twisted petulance bubbling in his chest, at odds with the pitter patter of his heart. Ugly as it was, the plush still had his likeness, and you’d called it cute.

“What exactly did you buy it for?”

You shy away from the question slightly with a sudden air of embarrassment, gaze flickering toward his tall office windows to avoid his eyes.

“Well I…” there’s the quiet clearing of your throat, and then stronger, “I thought he would be a fun mascot for the agency. Your supporters would love seeing him in the background of your posts. It might be fun!”

Shouto was no stranger to social media. While he preferred to leave it up to your team and his manager it was a good occasional cure for boredom. Though the concept of having fans is still somewhat foreign to him, his supporters are amusing and vocal in their love; your suggestion is innocent compared to some of the things they’ve sent him. But he can’t disagree—they would have a field day.

There is a pregnant pause before he speaks and it sets you on edge. A pout to your lips, fingers guided to the small UA tie around his counterpart's neck, fiddling with the knot. You’re still avoiding his gaze, giving ample opportunity for him to glare at the toy, who only stares back with empty eyes.

“If Abe-san gives it the okay then I don’t see any harm in it,” he says. Your disposition sparks back to life, hiding your pleased smile behind the oversized head. Football shaped, he thinks blithely. He wants to kick it across Tokyo. And then he wants you to cradle his face instead.

“Thank you Shouto,” you murmur. Unable to see your mouth, the smile is still bright in your eyes. Steeped in honey-thick affection, Shouto resigns himself to fate. Saying no to you was never his strong suit.

He can only hope it’ll be a passing fad.

Those hopes are immediately quashed the following morning. His personal phone pings with a group chat notification on his way to work. Kaminari has sent a link to a twitter poll, along with a series of laughing emojis. Listed are various cat related versions of his name, each battling for the most votes.

Todoneko. Todopurrki. Shoucat? He huffs a quiet laugh. Nekoroki and Catoroki seemed neck and neck, barely a few percentages apart.

Notifications continue to flood in at the top of his screen. He ignores them in favour of clicking onto the profile. Sitting smug in the account’s picture is the plush of him. The image is a close up, taken from below, a purposefully unflattering angle to show the feline ears on it’s head.

It’s clear the page is new. Created today, if he had to guess. The bio reads: ‘employee of the month at Frostfire Agency’ and not much else. There is only one post— a picture taken today in a very familiar place.

??? VOTE ❘ @PawAndOrder : 33 minutes ago

[IMAGE ID: Pro Hero Dynamight angrily baring his teeth at the camera, skin flushed pink and hair pressed damp to his forehead. The Todoroki plush stands precariously on one of many benches in the agency gym behind him, a trademarked red and blue Shouto sweatband stretched over it’s head, school blazer discarded by the weights].

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Shouto snorts and presses the like button. A cute burst of confetti flits around the heart symbol as he imagines you surreptitiously trying to set up the thing behind a volatile pre-workout Bakugo without being chased out of the gym.

He decides against replying. Abe-san has yet to tell him about it and he’d rather not incur his managers wrath so early in the day.

The agency is abuzz upon his arrival. Not outwardly, though. A hushed cacophony of tittering and whispers. The sidekicks greet him as usual as he walks through the main control room towards his office, poorly feigning normalcy. It’s as though the entire agency has gathered; an acting audience to whatever stunt awaits him.

Shouto refuses the urge to bristle. Memories of not quite grasping the interactions around him in those earlier years can sometimes unearth feelings of defensiveness. They mean well. Most people do.

Finding the source of their collective amusement comes sooner rather than later. You haven’t noticed him yet, the roles now reversed. Shouto stands in the doorway, having stepped back to silently watch you work while your guard is down. You’re crouched by his office chair, tongue tucked into the corner of your mouth in concentration, adjusting something currently obstructed from view by his desk.

Shouto never truly learned his own personal touch—he always fell back on tradition. Those habits are reflected around you. The space hadn’t changed much since his predecessor retired; not until you came along. You have the uncanny ability to imbue life wherever you go. Now there were fresh flowers to be replaced every other week. What was once a display case for awards to collect dust in now held digital picture frames. Things nobody would think twice about. There’s even a napkin folded into the shape of a swan that he stole from a gala the night he won the Hero Trailblazer award.

“This is supposed to be your home away from home,” you told him. “You work hard, Shouto! Harder than anyone I know. Allow yourself a little comfort. This place is too…?”

And then you had made a broad, vague gesture with your hands, struggling to find the words, hoping he would fill in the blanks. That was the first time you made Shouto laugh, and the initial push that tipped his heart over the crest, starting an inexorable roll into the unknown. He has yet to find out if you’d be waiting at the bottom.

Your satisfied hum breaks the delicate quiet. The sound makes him smile. Trinkets aside, a room was brighter with you in it.

Lifting his hand, his knuckles rap gently against his open door. You startle, reflexively ducking forward to hide, then peering over the top of his desk. Your eyes meet and he lifts a brow.

“What are you doing?”

Four strides, maybe three. That is all the distance between you and him. Shouto wants to reach down and kiss away that false wide eyed innocence. Part of him wondered if you were aware of it—the profound cord you struck within him. Your fingers always seemed to find it.

“Nothing,” you rise to your feet with phone in hand, you brush off the non existent dirt from your knees and straighten the creases in your shirt. Noticing his deadpan stare, you breathlessly insist, “I wasn’t doing anything weird—this is for work!”

Shouto ducks his chin as he snorts, outgrown bangs slipping forward from behind his ears over his eyes; at an awkward length that never seems to do as he tells it to. “I’m not sure that’s entirely…” he moves to the centre of the room, voice losing strength when he sees his chair. “…True”

Todoroki Shouto doesn’t pout.

“See?” you cross your arms over your chest, looking gratified with his hesitance. “Catoroki is work related. I took a photo for his next post”.

The ugly plush toy is sitting in his seat. Gone is the sweatband and the UA uniform. In the short time between last night and now, you’ve managed to find a doll sized version of his hero costume. You’ve sat it upright on a small cushion facing his computer and placed a pen and an empty pad of paper in it’s lap to make it look as though it is working.

Upon closer inspection, he realises that you’ve even thought to include tiny versions of the first aid equipment hung on his belt.

“Catoroki?” he repeats.

Nodding, you bend to pat it between the ears. “That or ‘Nekoroki’. We aren’t sure which name will win yet. Did you see the poll?”

“My phone hasn’t stopped vibrating since I got here,” Shouto answers, stuck on the gentle stroke of your hand to Catoroki’s grotesque head.

“Oh shit, sorry. Should’ve called before I posted it. I forgot you don’t read your emails in the morning,” you puff up your cheeks apologetically. It’s sweet when you’re sheepish. The pull is a little too strong and he finds himself on the other side of his desk, close enough to poke the swell. Air pushes through puckered lips as it deflates.

“Doesn’t matter,” unable to resist, he subtly activates his ice, breathing a chill into the air, coaxing you into his warm touch for a minute longer than is appropriate. “You were right though. People seemed to like it”.

“Do you?”

“Hm?”

Shouto frowns when you turn away to pick the plush up from his chair. The beady eyes laugh at him from the comfortable spot on your chest. You hold it to him as if it were a baby, asking with playful cadence, “Do you like him?”

Like him?

His nose wrinkles. You don’t seem to appreciate that Shouto is a restrained person. If he weren’t, that plush would have been acquainted with the Earth’s atmosphere the very first time you kissed its ugly velveteen hair.

What is he supposed to say here—‘I don’t like him. Apparently I’m jealous of a stuffed toy’?

He drags his discontentment from Catoroki back to your face and feels his heart seize. The corners of your mouth are slightly downturned, plush bottom lip held between teeth, laughter gleaming in your eyes. Your expression is indelibly fond.

Your finger pokes at his chest, firm and accusing. It restarts his heart, which only seems to quicken. “I knew it”.

Playing dumb is a skill Shouto has refined since early adolescence—

He blinks and intones monotonously, “Knew what?”

—but this is you; who sees through every facade and hears every note. You know him better than most, more than you realise. With you he feels gossamer thin, light like a hollow marrowed bird. It’s equal parts frightening and comforting.

So when you grin at him and say, “You’re jealous of Catoroki, aren’t you?” the panic dwindles into gentle sea foam hemming his ribs.

Heat crawls up his neck and into his cheeks, the innate prickling of his quirk rising to the surface as his emotions swell. “No,” he lies, unconvincingly. It’s about the principle of it.

“Ah,” you walk your fingers up his sternum with a disappointed hum. “That’s too bad then”.

You have never touched him this casually before, with such intent. The air around you distorts. Shouto exhales a breath of steam and spine tingling laughter spills from your lips. Drawn to the sound, his movement pushes you back against his desk, and you lean on the edge with your legs parted to allow him closer. His eyes are wide, he’s sure. Caught between awe and disbelief, his hand resting on your hip like a bird on a wire, ready to flee if need.

“Shouto. Please,” you murmur, and it feels incipient. It feels like you’re at the bottom of a steep drop waiting to catch him. Your nose bumps his cheek, nuzzling at the old scar tissue there, breathing in each other in a moment of eager suspension.

He swallows. “Was that a ‘hurry up, please’ or a ‘go away, please’?”

A warm breath of laughter ghosts his lips. And for all his dithering, you are the one to kiss him. Cautious at first. He can taste your toothpaste, and it reminds him that the day has barely started. He presses firmer. Closer. Smooths over your waist as your fingers thread into the hair at his nape, enamoured by how soft you feel. Shouto shivers, dissolves like spun sugar, parting the seam of his lips to gently lick into your mouth, kept tethered by the too-corporeal cotton lump lodged between your bodies.

“I lied,” he rasps desperately as you pull away all too soon, like he hoped admitting it would bring you back. You meet his eyes, pupils dilating in the yawning sunlight as it stretches across his office. “I was jealous”.

“Yeah, I know,” you kiss his lips again, once, with some finality; it’s all teeth, both of you unable to keep from smiling.

“You were obvious”.

Catoroki <;ΦωΦ>! ❘ @PawAndOrder : 1 minute ago

[IMAGE ID: Pro Hero Deku holding the Todoroki plush, staring at it tearfully with a beaming grin. Beside him is Pro Hero Ingenium, who is squinting thoughtfully at the plush toy with his helmet held under his arm. Sitting petulantly in the back is Pro Hero Shouto, hunched over a bowl of cold soba and pouting].

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mishy-mashy · 1 month

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Bruce is actually really attractive, and I have enough reasoning to make a list

He's:

Tall (. Tall enough to hit his head on the vault doorframe)

Long-legged

Has a straight nose bridge

Has high cheekbones (more noticeable in 2nd pic below)

Has a strong jawline

Sharp eyes, but they aren't small (plus eyebags if you're into that)

Overall, he has strong, attractive facial features

Has broad, refined shoulders. You can tell he works out (or he did, when he was alive)

Even has a thick, muscly neck

He has MUSCLE. Is SCULPTED. NOICE. VERY NOICE. (nice arms. Nice shoulders. Nice neck. Nice legs. Nice butt-)

(There are actually panels where you can see some of his muscles. Other than those already shown here, he's got bricky thighs-

-and in the panels where we first get his name dropped, he's got those shoulder blades too-)

The one time we see him smile, and he actually has a scary one

Has small, kinda sharp pupils, and his eyes remind me of a cat. We only ever saw him tense or defensive, so his resting/listening face is really cute

Other than the physical appearance stuff, he also:

Takes shit without batting an eye (patience, knowing it's just how Kudo is, etc)

Kudo being all "Cut the crap Bruce and give it to me straight", after Bruce tests his blood and is rightfully Concerned because they just faced AFO

Put up with Kudo's experimenting and testing over Yoichi's transferable Factor

Did ya'll see the look on Kudo's face when he realized he had Yoichi's Factor/will? Kudo was going to start in nonsense and Bruce just dealt with that.

Also something I noticed when looking back at the images here; Bruce has bandages on his arms in the void. But not when he faced AFO in the sewers.

Were he and Kudo cutting their arms open in their experimenting over Yoichi's theory? Is this why Kudo has two gauntlets instead of his one? Why we never see his bare arms in the void? That he always keeps his arms down so there's no slip?

Is smart enough to run blood tests, plus has enough common sense to pick Shinomori as his successor

He picked a guy who avoids society, has an Ability to detect danger so he can always stay away from AFO, is also a coward so he's never going to go throw himself into danger, even without knowing instinctively he stands no chance, etc.

Meanwhile, Kudo chose Bruce, who he played Hot Potato Yoichi with; but he did also trust Bruce, and put the only pure combative Ability in OFA through Bruce.

These two made their choices based on what they valued and saw the Factor needed.

Is logical, analytical, and calm.

He tried advising Midoriya on their Abilities in One For All, especially his own.

Midoriya then tried ignoring him about using Fa Jin for the first time, but found he was right, thinking: "Dammit!! I had [Lady Nagant] right where I wanted her, but... ugh! The Third was right. My parallel Quirk processes are all screwed up!" (ch. 314).

Plus, when Midoriya fixed his processing mistakes, Bruce was analyzing the way he reached his new conclusion. Pure facts, no bias, very calm, just saying it as it was.

We never see him panic. When he's caught by surprise in the sewers by AFO, Kudo, and Yoichi's little bubble event, he immediately reacts. He doesn't falter, he just knows he has to do something right now.

Was more willing to listen than Kudo to Yoichi's beckon, and probably was just following Kudo's rejection of Midoriya

While we don't see Kudo's face, we see Bruce's eyes when Yoichi calls on his heroes. Bruce was more open and receptive, or at least more impacted.

Bruce was also the one to start talking, while Kudo just kept quiet.

He actually communicates a lot

When Yoichi called them to support Midoriya, Bruce started talking to paint a picture of why they thought the way they did, so Yoichi understood where they were coming from.

(Though he seems to beat about the bush sometimes, since Kudo spoke up to be direct on how they couldn't just put their trust in some starry-eyed teenager. Plus, when Kudo tells him to just tell him what's wrong [double Factors])

When Midoriya first used Fa Jin against Nagant, Bruce came out just to tell him he knew what he was trying, but that Midoriya wasn't ready; and Midoriya found he was right. Midoriya just didn't want to listen to him then.

He asks Kudo for clarification after finding Kudo had two Factors in him after the sewer incident ("Just to be sure, All For One didn't touch you, right?") Kudo knew him well enough to go "stop beating around the bush and tell me", so Bruce was probably gonna start with questions, theories, and trying to understand everything in general, before saying "yeah you have two Factors. Don't know why".

Is strong-willed and loyal.

He followed Kudo, even to death, carrying on the cause he started until it ended with him.

Plus, when talking about how AFO needs a strong will to override OFA's own, we first see Bruce, Kudo, and Yoichi.

AFO couldn't steal OFA because the will was too strong for him, and that was back during Banjo's time. Since Shinomori never actually tried opposing AFO and just hid, we can assume the first Three (Yoichi, Kudo, Bruce) already had an accumulation of strong willpower that made OFA un-stealable. Those three are a strong enough foundation, and the main wills, that the other users just become bonuses.

Kudo, also saying that Midoriya needs allies with the same will and drive as him... hey Kudo, you're talking about yourself and your old allies, aren't you? That's why you look at Yoichi and Bruce when you say this.

Not only is Bruce attractive, but he's got good character. THE END.

#yes this is a bruce appreciation post #am i biased? yes. am i right that he has these features? also yes.#hes actually a very attractive person. hes got all the right features for it #plus hes smart (some medical knowledge) is really loyal strong-willed and patient #he puts up with kudo SO much #from being bossed around to taking home yoichis brother to whatever the heck kudo made him do to figure out OFA's transfer properties.....#i didnt think much of bruce originally #then i started doing resistance fic stuff and now hes a fave #hes a little blorbo #that i throw in terrible situations for my own entertainment #used his scary smile for comedy purposes #like when he made a kid cry once. or when a meta child was afraid of him so they bit him #has patience to deal with kudo and co. but also. has enough bite to snark them. is how i like writing him #oh? background character? well lemme just *picks him up* EXPAND ON THAT-#fic stuff: he tries making a good impression on a girl and kudo is ruining it immediately #he doesnt know what to do because the two always banter #kudo: fuck you #oc: fuck me yourself you coward #he sees through a rose-lens that kudo is trying to rip off his face #appeciation kinda turned analysis in general #bruce #kudo #yoichi shigaraki #bnha #mha #spoilers #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #NOT YOICHIS BROTHER. i meant Yoichi / AFO's brother in a prev tag up there but theres too much tags i dont wanna rewrite to fix that #(image limit and tag limit)

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dankfarrikfifi · 3 months

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The Birthday Bash

Pt 1 of Some Version of You, 4.8k

A/N: contains mentions of smoking and drug use, a cute first encounter, and a few kisses. reader is not described other than being shorter than Frankie, wearing glasses, and having hair long enough to braid. This is my first ever fic, I’m hoping you guys like it! Reader has a name in my mind but I liked keeping it open for you to decide. Let me know what you think! Hopefully I’ll have the second part up soon :) Will get more explicit as the story goes on.

For as long as you could remember, your birthday was never your own. Sometimes it was a point of contention, but because it was shared with your lifelong best friend, Benny Miller, you couldn’t be too mad about it. Since you were 4 and Benny was 6, the two of you had shared a party, your “Birthday Bash” as it had come to be called. By the time you were turning 24, this had not changed.

People were piled into every corner of the backyard of the house you shared with Benny, some your closest friends, others very vague connections that were simply capitalizing on the opportunity to party. There was a fire blazing in the pit, and the pool was threatening to spill over with the amount of bodies filling it, despite the slight chill that had settled in the air. Benny, being the social butterfly that he is, was wandering around, greeting guests and chatting with anyone who came his way. You, on the other hand, were observing from a distance, perched on the retaining wall in the back of the yard with Benny’s brother. Will Miller, being the oldest and more reserved of the brothers, was content to share a quiet moment with you, passing a joint back and forth.

“Ya know,” Will said before releasing the smoke he had been holding in his mouth, “You should probably go greet some of your guests, be a nice host.”

“As if,” you nudge his shoulder with yours, almost knocking the both of you over in your haze. You erupt in a fit of giggles, a sound that should not come out of a man his size escaping Will. “We all know Benny is the social twin and I’m the antisocial one.”

“I thought twins were normally the same age,” he has made this argument countless times, and it’s almost automatic at this point, “And also, had the same parents.”

You roll your eyes, not bothering to fall into the trap of arguing this one out with a high Miller boy. Instead, you motion for the joint, pulling your hands around the lighter as the flame flickers. You’re midway through a deep inhale when you look up and notice the two men walking towards you. And at the sight of the taller one, the breath gets caught in your throat, and the coughing starts up. You feel like you can’t breathe, from the combination of smoke burning in your lungs and the incredibly attractive man.

“Jesus, dude, what’s wrong with you?” Will is laughing, patting your back in a lame attempt at easing your suffering. You finally manage a deep breath in as the two men finally reach you. The shorter of the two looks around 30, short kept curly hair and some stubble across his cheek. You vaguely recognize him, trying to place his face while also checking out the other one. He’s tall. Like really tall, at least compared to you. His handsome, boyish face is clean shaven, and his dark brown hair looks as if it’s a few months out from a buzz cut.

“I’m good, I’m good,” you manage to get out, “lost my breath there for a second.”

“It’s because we’re just that damn good looking, Miller.” the shorter one greets with a sharp grin on his face. Will flips him the finger, before standing up and man-hugging them each. They pat each other on the back and grin, and you realize why they had looked so familiar. You had seen them in the pictures Will had saved from the army.

“Santi, glad to see you’re still an arrogant asshole,” Will shoots back as he sits next to you, gesturing for the men to sit on the bench situated across from the two of you. “Fish, looking good, how are you doing?”

“Doing good, Will, doing good.” The taller one, Fish as Will had called him, grumbles, his deep voice resonating in your mind. He turns to you, holding a hand out in greeting, “I’m Frankie, nice to meet you.”

You blush, hoping the night hides it from the attractive man in front of you, grasping his hand in yours. It’s huge in comparison, warm and calloused. You introduce yourself to him before turning and doing the same to his friend.

“Ah, the birthday girl!” He grins at you, “Very nice to meet you. I’m Santi, we were in Delta Force with Will.”

“Oh cool!” you smile at the two of them, holding out the joint in a silent offer that they both take you up on, “Will’s talked about you guys a lot, nice to meet you. What brings you to town?”

The four of you get to talking, Santi explaining that he and Frankie had needed a change of scenery after leaving the army, and Will had talked so highly of the town they now all lived in. Frankie chimed in with some details here and there, but otherwise didn’t talk as much as his counterpart. Despite this, you feel your eyes drifting to him more, catching his own already looking at you. You learn that Santi had joined Will in his recent purchase of a local gym, down the street from the coffee shop you worked at.

“Little Mike’s, seriously?” you laugh, the name always bringing you amusement, “I love that place! Benny and I work out there all the time. Please tell me you’re not changing the name.”

“Of course not!” Santi assures you. “I don’t even know who Mike is, though.

“No one does, that’s what makes it so amazing. It’s a mystery.” you joke, and you internally cheer when it gets Frankie to laugh a little. You turn your attention to him.

“What about you, Frankie?” you ask him, trying to learn more about the quiet man. He clears his throat slightly before speaking, the joint held delicately in his fingers.

“I’m actually working as a mechanic, at the shop on Central?” he maintains eye contact the entire time, making you feel like it is just the two of you for a brief moment.

“You two will definitely be seeing each other a lot, then,” Will laughs, and you yet again shove your shoulder against his, “Frankie’s a coffee addict, and you can’t keep a car running to save your life.”

He wasn’t wrong, and you can’t help but laugh along with him. And when Benny stumbles up to the group, you and Will are still giggling uncontrollably, made worse by Benny almost wiping out.

“Shut up, assholes,” he grumbles at you, straightening out before greeting everyone. “Boys, good to see you, welcome to the birthday bash!”

He grabs you by the arm, pulling you into his side and pressing a kiss to your head. You scrunch your face in mock disgust and roll your eyes, used in full at this point to Benny and his overly affectionate nature.

“You ready for cake, birthday girl?” He asks, spinning you around and catching you when the spin has a little too much force behind it.

“Absolutely birthday boy, lead the way.”

The two of you stumble in towards the house, and along the way Benny starts to yell: “Time for cake!”. People cheer, following into the back door while you grab the cake from the fridge. As per usual, you had one cake, specially decorated for you and Benny, and several other sheets of cupcakes for everyone else to share. Benny sticks some candles in the top of the cake, 24 for you and 26 for him, and leans in to light them. At once, everyone starts singing happy birthday. When you look up, you can’t help but latch your eyes onto Frankie, who you hadn’t noticed was right in front of you.

“Happy birthday to you!” they all finish, a loud cheer filling the living room. And, as tradition dictated, you and Benny each grabbed a handful of cake, shoving it in each other's faces. You’re laughing uncontrollably, and eventually everyone starts filing back out to the pool after grabbing their sweet treats. You turn to the kitchen, ready to wipe the frosting off your face, and run straight into a solid chest. Frankie catches you, hands wrapping firmly around your shoulders.

“Shit, sorry,” he slurs ever so slightly, and you realize he’s just as faded as you are right now, “Happy birthday. Didn’t say that earlier.”

“Thanks,” you blush, noticing his hands are still on your shoulders. He seems to notice at the same time, pulling them back to rest at his sides. His dark eyes remain fixed on you, a heavy gaze that leaves your head spinning.

“I, uh, I’m stoned,” he grins at you and you can’t help but return the smile, the two of you unconsciously making your way through the house, away from the crowd. You find yourselves in the living room, where a few people, including Will and Santi, sat scattered around. You half expected that you would go and join the two of them, but instead Frankie steers you towards the love seat, sinking down into it with a groan.

“This is the best couch I’ve ever sat on,” He looks up at you, an amused glint in his hazy eyes. Something in that look fuels your confidence enough that you sit down next to him, the furniture not allowing quite enough room for you both without being pressed together. If your head was less fuzzy, from the weed and the festivities and the very cute man sitting next to you, you probably would not have had the courage to lean into him as you begin conversing.

You quickly find that you and Frankie get along well. You share stories of your childhoods, discuss favorite foods, movies, any topic that pops into either of your heads. The rest of the party seems to fade away as you chat and chat, occasionally parting when someone approaches to say goodbye to you and Benny as the night grows to a close. Before long, there are 5 bodies left in the room; Will, sprawled back in the arm chair; Santi and Benny, playing a game of cribbage on the floor; you and Frankie on the love seat, him sprawled out and slouched back, you with your knees to your chest and feet tucked under his thigh.

“Earth to Frankie!” Santi calls from across the room, startling the two of you out of your enthralling conversation on coffee. “I asked if you wanted to play?”

Frankie blushes slightly, something that does not go unnoticed by you. You lock eyes with Benny, who has a sly grin plastered on his face. Will’s expression is much the same. You start to wonder how long they had been trying to get Frankie’s attention while you were talking.

“What are you two even talking about?” Benny teases, as if he can read your mind. You narrow your eyes at him without responding. Instead, you stand up and stretch, yawning as well.

“I don’t know about you boys, but it’s past my bedtime.” you change the subject, having realized it’s nearing 1 in the morning and you’re opening crew at the shop in 5 hours. You bid goodnight to them all, with the promise to see them soon, and head up to your room. Getting ready for bed in record time, you’re soon nestled under the covers, attempting to fall asleep. But something is stopping you from fully relaxing. After several minutes of tossing and turning, you finally drift off.

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It feels like you’ve been asleep for maybe half an hour when your first alarm goes off. As usual, you snooze without thinking. Not long after, your “I really have to leave now” alarm is going off. You groan, exhausted and just the slightest bit hungover, giving yourself a second to be miserable before pushing back the covers to start your day.

It doesn’t take you long to get ready, and soon you’re off for the day. The 8 minute drive to work gives you just enough time to think about last night, and by the time you arrive your mind can barely focus on your opening tasks. All you can focus on is the man you met last night, Frankie. The two of you had clicked so effortlessly, an instant connection that you hadn’t felt with anyone in the past. And although he seemed a handful of years older than you, that didn’t stop the budding romantic feelings from taking root in your chest. Finally, you have the shop set up to your liking, a song playing softly in the background and tables organized to optimize space.

The shop promises to be open at 7, and although you don’t always make that it looks like today will be better than most. At 6:58 you’re unlocking the door and propping it open, letting the early morning sunlight shine across the hardwood floor. And soon, you’re able to lose yourself in the day. Alia, you’re cashier and partner in crime for the day, bustles in a few minutes late with an apologetic kiss to your cheek. Soon after, the pre-work rush begins and you don’t have a moment to think of last night as you work to make latte after latte. By the time the rush has passed you’re sweating and need to take a break.

“Alia, I’m taking a fifteen, just holler if someone comes in, will ya?”

She confirms with you, and you gather your bag from behind the register and head to the very back corner of the store. You love it back here, sitting in the corner of two benches, with enough table space to lay out your supplies. Your favorite part of the day, any day, is when you get to hide back here and write to your heart's content. It’s usually only as long as the lull between the breakfast and lunch rush, but you still try to lose yourself. It’s so far a success, until you feel a shadow slip over the table, blurring the words you had just been scribbling. You glance up, and you can’t quite believe your eyes.

Frankie is towering over you, a sly grin on his face as you startle slightly.

“Mind if I join you?” he asks, and when you nod your head at him he slides into the chair across from you, smiling all the while. You can’t help the tug of your lips as you smile back. Frankie gestures towards your notebook.

“Do you write?” he questions, and you feel a slight flush rising on your cheeks.

“Yea, any chance I get.” You reply, and without thinking you’re sharing your latest story with him. You’re soon lost in discussion, only interrupted by Alia. She blinks for a second, looking between the two of you, before she turns to you with an apologetic smile.

“I’m so sorry, can you come and make a few drinks. They’re a little outside of my wheelhouse.”

“Oh of course, I’ll be right back,” you say to Frankie and rushes to the counter. Never in your life have you made a London fog and mocha faster, but after a few minutes you’re able to return to your spot. To your surprise and genuine enjoyment, Frankie is still there. He grins as you set a cup of black coffee in front of him.

“I didn’t know how you liked it,” you say, almost shy.

“Sure you did,” he laughs, holding the cup up towards you in a mock toast. “Black as can be, that’s how it’s meant to be.”

“Ok fair, black coffee is good, but sometimes the fru-fru stuff is the best.”

And so launches a fierce debate between you, while the air of levitivity remains. You get up every once in a while to make a drink, but mostly remain at the table, chatting with your new friend. Finally, Frankie looks at his watch and startles.

“Shit, lost track of time, my shift started 10 minutes ago!” You couldn’t help but laugh, feeling honored that he was late for work because he had been so engaged with you. You said your goodbyes as he rushed out of the shop, trying to sneakily leave a 20 in the tip jar. You waved for a beat too long, realizing it with a flutter in your stomach. A nervous excitement has filled you during your time together, and you aren’t quite sure what to make of it.

“So, you gonna tell me who that handsome man was?” Alia startles you as she slides up to your side. “Are you seeing him?”

“No! I just met him last night, he’s a friend of Will’s,” you explain to her, without giving away too much. Being the perceptive girl she is, you’re sure she’ll see through to the truth of how you’re feeling. However, she must be feeling merciful, as she doesn’t push you, leaving you to think it through yourself. It, of course being, your newfound feelings for Frankie.

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It’s been a few days since you last saw Frankie. Picking up some extra shifts had left you with little free time, and the spare minutes you did have were reserved for working on your writing. A fresh idea had popped into your head midway through your shift Monday, and by Friday you had a very, very rough draft. You were sitting on the loveseat in comfy clothes, hair braided on each side and your ridiculously large “artsy glasses” (as Benny had dubbed them) perched atop your nose. You’re so focused on the keyboard at your fingers that you barely notice the knock at the door.

“I got it!” Benny bellows, rushing towards the door like a golden retriever. He yanks it open to reveal Santi, Will and Frankie standing on the steps. You still aren’t wholly paying attention, not until you hear Frankie’s deep chuckle coming from the doorway of the living room. Your head shoots up and you meet his eyes. You can’t help the grin on your face.

“Hi.” You say in simple greeting, quickly saving the document you had been working on and shoving your computer under the coffee table.

“Hey there,” Frankie responds, settling into the seat next to you. It isn’t until that moment that you realize the amount of skin shown off by your comfy outfit. He’s wearing shorts, and your bare legs press together on the tight couch. It sends a rush down your spine, and you try to ignore the butterflies in your stomach as the rest of the boys file in, a riot of laughter at some unheard joke.

“Sorry bud, hope you don’t mind,” Benny says to you as they all settle into their various spots. “We were gonna watch the fight at Will’s but his power went out.”

“No worries Ben, I’ll leave you guys to it.” You move to stand, but are surprised when a hand wraps around your wrist. You glance down at Frankie, who is now leveling you with some serious puppy dog eyes.

“Stay with us, we’re ordering food.” You almost think you can see a blush on his cheeks, and you acquiesce.

“Ok, if you insist,” you joke, “Just let me go get changed out of my pajamas for the first time today.”

You rush upstairs, throwing on some less revealing yet still comfortable clothes, before stopping in the mirror. You can’t help but check, see if you’re looking as cute as you want. Before you can second guess, you rush back downstairs as Benny starts hollering your name.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” you yell back. You trounce back into the living room, hoping that you’re not imagining the glance Frankie chances at the sliver of skin between your sweatpants and t-shirt.

“Pepperoni and pineapple, coke to drink?” Benny confirms with you, as if you hadn’t had the same order for the past 20 years. You nod at him before settling back in next to Frankie. It takes a while for the food to get to the house, all the while you are trying to ignore every point your bodies come in contact with one another. It’s a futile effort, especially when he seems to be inching closer every few minutes. Once the food is delivered, and everyone else was distracted by that, Frankie finally has a moment alone with you.

“So, how’s your week been?” he asks you, arm slung across the back of the cushions, just barely dragging against your shoulder. You can’t help but lean into the touch.

“Pretty good, you?” you ask back.

“Pretty good, worked some extra shifts, had some amazing coffee,” he winks at you when he says that point, the blush that seemed ever present around him spreading across your cheeks, “How’s the writing going?”

Your face involuntarily lights up, always excited to share some of your ideas with someone with a bit more reading tendencies than Benny. Before you can start word-vomiting about your current piece, Santi appears out of thin air, motioning the two of you to the kitchen.

“Ben’s bulking, might want to get in there before it’s all gone.”

You both thank him and rush into the kitchen, grabbing a sufficient amount of food. You grin when Frankie bumps his hip against yours, not quite sure if it was on purpose or not. Whichever it was, it made you smile and think maybe it wasn’t just you with the ever growing feelings. You try not to dwell on it too much, instead following Frankie back to the living room and falling back into what you are quickly finding to be your assigned seat.

This time you’re sitting cross legged, facing him on the love seat while he leans back, his legs spread ever so slightly to hold the plate of pizza on his lap. You’re all chatting, Benny and Will trying to start a fight with Santi over the best fighter in the ring tonight. You honestly couldn’t care less, and it seems Frankie is the same. Soon, the talking turns to cheering at the TV once the fight starts. You almost jump when Frankie leans in close, whispering in your ear.

“I had fun the other night,” he starts, gesturing with his head towards the back yard. “I brought my own stash, wanna share with me?”

You beam at him, and without explaining to the others, the two of you sneak out the sliding glass door to the back yard. With some fiddling you have the string lights illuminated, bathing the deck in a soft glow while Frankie preps a bowl for the two of you. He’s sitting on the outdoor couch, and you hesitate for a second, debating between sitting next to him or across on the bench. Before you can make a decision Frankie pats the seat next to him with one hand, not even looking up from what he’s doing.

“I figured I owed you for letting me smoke all of your weed the other day.” You laugh slightly and settle in next to him, using the slight bite in the air to stick close to his side.

“I mean, I wasn’t gonna ask, but thank you.”

He grins at you, offering the bowl to you for the first puff. You take it from his hand, your fingers brushing together. Without thinking you lean towards him and allow him to light it for you, his hands cupping the lighter to shield the flame. It causes you to be in very close proximity, and the flickering light illuminates his face in a way that you find irresistible. You breathe in deeply, relishing in the sweet burn before releasing the smoke in a curl around your heads. You pass the bowl back and forth, lighting for each other as an excuse to stay close.

“Fuck, I don’t know if I can do anymore,” Frankie coughs, his eyes hooded. You giggle, agreeing with him. And yet, neither of you can move, remaining on the couch even as the air gets chillier and chillier. Eventually, you can’t help the shiver that runs through you. You go to suggest moving inside, but before you can the other boys are trampling out the back door.

“See I told you!” Benny is shouting at the other two, “I told you, KO’d in the third round!”

Santi wordlessly holds his hand out for Frankie’s pipe, lighting it and taking a deep drag. Frankie is suddenly lost in the conversation with the boys, but before you can get up to find something warm, he’s shrugging his flannel off and handing it to you, smiling warmly.

“Oh, uh, thank you,” you’re suddenly nervous around him again as you pull his shirt around your shoulders and slip your arms down the sleeves. The cuffs go long past your hands and the spicy smell of him fills your weed-addled brain. You almost feel lightheaded, and take a moment to curl up, leaning your head against the back of the couch. This movement just happens to bring you closer to Frankie, something that you don’t think is unnoticed by him.

“You good?” he asks you, noticing your sudden quiet. You grin lazily at him, nodding your head and curling up tighter trying to get comfortable. He smiles and throws his arm around you. Benny and Santi are fake boxing, with Benny being the obvious winner, so you don’t have to worry about them commenting on your position. Will is not so easily distracted, and before you can move he’s grinning at you, your cheeks burning hot. You mouth some choice words at him, along the lines of “don’t you say anything” and he shakes his head, turning away. Even with the lasting edge of anxiety you are feeling, you can’t bring yourself to move away from the man next to you. He’s just so ...warm, comfy, and cute.

The last word startles you a bit, even just coming from your thoughts. You hadn’t really put much thought to it, the idea of being more than friends with this man you just recently met. Now, sitting here pressed against his side, his flannel wrapped around you and overwhelming your senses, it’s all you can think about.

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It isn’t long until the boys start tapping out, one at a time excusing themselves to bed until it’s just you and Frankie left. You try not to think too much of it, but then he turns towards you, a sly smile on his face.

“Having a good time?” you ask him, trying to break the tension that is slowly building between the two of you.

“Oh yea, lots of fun,” he’s teasing, and you both know it. But some little part of you wants, needs the validation that what you think is happening really is.

“Frankie,” you start, shifting ever so slightly closer to his firm, warm body, “I think I want to kiss you. Would that be ok?”

His smile blossoms, a warm, genuine thing that lights up your insides. He leans closer, bumping your noses together before fitting his lips to yours. You both make a noise, your soft moan covered by his deep one, and you reach your fingers up to tangle in his short hair. His hand grasps your waist, his other cradling your cheek in a tender touch that has your mind reeling. You sit there for a while, breathing each other in before parting. You’re just ever so slightly out of breath when you peel your eyes open to meet his gaze.

“Do you wanna go out tomorrow?” he asks you, his eyes heavy with the need for sleep but unable to pull himself away from you. “Just the two of us, a date?”

“Absolutely, I want to do that, yes,” you stumble on the words in their haste to escape you. He pulls your mouth back to his, another soft kiss that leaves you wanting more, but he pulls back.

“If I’m gonna make it home alive I gotta leave soon, sweetheart,” he grumbles, almost as if he’s mad at himself, “I’m falling asleep despite the amazing company.”

You roll your eyes at him and stand up, reaching down to pull him up with you. He stumbles a little with the force of your pull and finds your cheeks with his hands, pressing one more searing kiss to your lips.

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow, 6 o’clock, sound good?” he whispers against your lips. You nod, biting at your cheek to keep from grinning like a lunatic. You walk him to the front door, trying to keep from alerting Benny how late Frankie had stayed. With a few more kisses, he’s finally to his truck in the driveway, turning around to wave goodbye. You return it with a soft smile, watching as he backs out before heading back into the house.

You take your time getting ready for bed, doing every step of your routine thoroughly to savor the feelings fluttering in your chest. Eventually, you can barely keep your eyes open. The second your head hits the pillow, you’re out like a light.

#frankie morales x reader #frankie #frankie morales #pedro pascal #frankie morales x you #writing #my writing #pedro pascal fan fiction #frankie morales fanfiction

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bonnymori · 10 months

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(1/2) From pasta guy, to boyfriend

A/N: i'm almost at episode 1030, finally the others are showing up more like Kid, Killer and Law; can't find any new Killer fics so decided my next work should be one

WC: 2,3k

Contents/Warnings: n/a, very light fic, modern!au ig, fluff, slice of life, gn!reader, trying out new format

Synopsis: Your cravings have led you to a small local restaurant, and surprisingly, bring you to a new romantic interest.

Noodles, spaghetti, pasta.

Sometimes they are all over your tiktok's for you page, or your youtube's feed shorts. That's how you end up awake at noon, looking closely at your phone as someone makes pasta from scratch in video. One can't help it, the process is so interesting although you've watched the same thing countless times: throw in a few eggs, flour, milk and salt in a bowl, mixing that soon gives you a puffy dough, from there the process gets overcomplicated– you just know the ingredients are the same every time.

You blame them for making you so hungry, and robbing you of your sleep.

That's also how you end up in front of a small luncherie, after spending too much time craving those delicious dishes, that you actually gave in and decided to go for it.

The front of the building looks so welcoming, a mix of pastel green and beige makes for a nice touch of painting, accompanied by the large window panes that give a view of the inside. Under your feet at the entrance is a doormat that says "benvenuto!" and upon your head, at the front of the shop is written "àite milis" as in the name of the place. Honestly you have no idea of both of their meanings, but you keep the words to yourself to translate them later.

Your entry isn't as peaceful as when you arrived, though, when the door is pushed outwards in the same time as you try to push it in to enter- whoever is inside was stronger, though, as you barely dodge it when it comes swinging your way with force, as if you hadn't even tried to push it.

"Agh!" You can't help but quip as you step back, avoiding being squashed between the door and the wall.

A surprised grunt comes from the doorframe, where a tall guy with a mask stands frozen, probably shocked with what just almost happened. You can't quite see his eyes from under those blond bangs, but he is surely looking at you wide eyed from the rise of his shoulders.

"Oh my, I'm very very sorry, I didn't see you behind the door."

The guy approaches, inspecting your face for any bruises – mainly because you are still spooked and planted to your feet. His warm hand lands on your shoulder, and you can't help but notice his whole arm looks crazy toned, and your face is lined perfectly with his chest since he's crazy tall too.

You don't let those thoughts cloud for long, taking a step back to look at him properly. "Sorry! Didn't see you coming out too, I got distracted by the place, haha."

"I- …" His head tilts slightly at your saying, and you notice how long his blond hair really is, as it weaves behind him when he turns, a few strands falling upon his shoulders by the movement. "Is that so? Why do you say that?"

"Well the colors are nice! What can I say, it's my first time here." You keep yourself from explaining your reasons during every exchange between strangers, but that only gives him more fuel to continue talking.

He nods, something in his posture changes from lax to a more attentive way– actually, he sorta looks… joyful. "I see, come inside then." His hand leaves your shoulder and waves you in, walking back inside with a skip on his step, so he is happy, why?

"It looks even better on the inside."

You can hear him call as you enter behind him, truthfully, you agree. The floor is boarded (but painted white) and the tables are also made with wood material, the brown matches well with the colors on the wall, white and blue that comes in stripes. The counter is the same color as the tables, it counts with a few comfortable looking stools. How cute, the tablecloths are black with white polka dots! Everything looks delicate and under measure, you can tell the owner has put his passion on every detail.

"So, liked it?"

The silence is broken by the mysterious blonde, you maintain a normal face but inside it gave you a big sudden scare.

"Yes! I think the place looks very delicate." You say what you really thought, to you it would be the best way of describing.

He nods more than once and rubs his hands together like a fly, it's hard to guess but from the movement under his mask, he might have smiled at your compliment, who can guess it.

Why are we talking about this anyway?

"Well…" he starts, as if able to listen to your thoughts, turning his body entirely in your direction and gathering himself in a very professional stance, "You are actually my first customer, so I'd like to accompany the experience with you, if you'd let me."

First customer.

"You're the boss!?" Your jaw drops, only slightly so as to not make yourself a complete fool in front of this handsome guy.

He nods, "It's been two days since I first opened the shop, without getting any new people in, so I'm extremely glad you have chosen this establishment. I'm sorry for the, cough, harsh welcoming." His body does all the talking as he speaks, making gestures and looking at the door, apologizing for the scare. He expresses himself very well for someone who's got almost his whole face covered.

…You can't help but giggle at his big introduction, although serious, he's just a silly guy.

"It's alright, can I get your name since you want to accompany me?" You said, following by the introduction of your name to him.

The man nods. "You can call me Killer."

Killer, huh, what?

You nod, not discarding the chance that it might be just his nickname, and make your way to a table near the window. You don't miss how Killer himself hands you the menu – at your curious stare, he answers that he doesn't have staff yet, it's him and him only, for now.

The menu… is a total road map. There's at least ten different types of noodles including lasagna pasta, each has different kinds of prepping and sauces to include. It's like ordering pizza but in italian… wait, pizza is also italian, right? Historically, nobody knows for certain, but… Anyway, you ultimately decide to order a plate from the popular section – not that the other options aren't good! But for today, keep it simple – that are basically those viral dishes that everybody knows from social media, as in a part of the menu that offers simpler options to choose from.

Today's dish will be… fettuccine alfredo! It should be good for starters.

Killer seems to jolt when you finally look his way again, like he wasn't staring at you all along. "I take you have decided what you are having?"

"Yes! Can I have a fettuccine alfredo, please?" You smile at him, such a polite guy.

He nods at the request, doing a small shoulder gesture you've seen him do before, signaling he's 'happy and ready'. Killer leaves to the back, soon you can hear the sounds of pans and pots being retrieved, as well as the smell of mouth watering food begins to waft through the place.

It's so good to smell, and not just watch it through a screen! You think to yourself, looking around and noting the small details all over his luncherie, finding especially interesting the small metal trinket on the counter, is it handmade?

Time goes like seconds, it's actually a really small pause before Killer comes out of the kitchen with a blue plate in hands, his long legs moving swiftly until he's beside your table and placing the dish in front of you. He lingers a little about even after delivering the order, fixing the folds on the tablecloth and thanking you again for coming to his restaurant.

He's really cute, you think, watching him head back to the counter, the way Killer fiddles about with his hands shows that he's maybe a little anxious, I would be nervous too with my first client.

You look down and damn, the dish looks amazing. The fettuccine normally has a whiter aspect thanks to the sauce, that becomes even more vibrant and appetizing in contrast to the blue colored plate. I hope I don't sound like a food critic, you think to yourself while swirling the first string of thick pasta on your fork, watching as it swirls smoothly with help of the white creamy sauce, it's making your mouth water.

Without thinking, you stuffed it in your mouth with no regrets, immediately melting at the way it explodes in your mouth. Yumm… I will definitely bring leftovers home.

It looks like I won't get any new customers besides Y/N, Killer muses to himself as he leans on the window. Sigh, he's a bit disappointed, but it's the reality of many newly established businesses. It doesn't stop the deep bubbling feeling that comes from his chest, knowing he should be starting on the dishes if he wants to close as soon as possible, since his mood has dampened again.

Right, I can't yet, I have someone over today, as if in cue with his thoughts, his head turns from the window to the person in the middle of his shop, who is humming delightfully as they eat the portion of fettuccine.

It puts him in sort of a daze, his cheeks spotting the faintest of blush, the sight of someone feeling so content while eating the result of his studies and hardwork, that's all I wanted. Killer is glad for his blonde bangs that hide the fact he can't bring himself to divert his eyes away, so touched by his work being appreciated. If the guys saw me acting this way, I wouldn't hear the end of it. After what seems ages, he shakes his head at the thought, slumping even more against the wall as all the exhaustion of setting up a business settles down on his shoulders.

Letting his eyes astray to that one table yet again, he can't help but think they're cute, his hard shell has lessened thanks to the excitement of receiving the first person to give a chance to his work, sure, but Killer can't help but watch them in a different glow from the way he would see other people.

And they like my food, that's a good sign- oh, they're looking at me, he jolts when he's suddenly caught staring, his hands twitching by the sudden spook– and now, they're… beckoning me closer?

Killer can't help but straighten up, fixing himself before strolling with newfound confidence to their table and sitting down across from them.

"It was delicious!" You told him with a big smile, patting the pudge on your stomach formed by his delicious, warming meal. "A pretty big portion too, are you sure the price is up to it?"

"Yes." His deep baritone almost filled the room, almost sending a shudder down your back. "It shouldn't be any higher, that would just scare off more people that it has."

He wasn't negative about it, just realistic. And also a tad nervous, not wanting to say anything awkward.

"I think it was great, actually, I promised- like- to bring leftovers for dinner to my family, do you make meals for takeout?"

Killer is at service, sure, but you still felt a little bad for asking this late, since it's probably rounding closing hours.

"Of course, I'd be delighted to." He responded quicker than you thought, more than happy to attend more work, it really shows he loves cooking, "So, how many portions would you want for takeout?"

"Three! I was thinking of bringing different dishes, you know? Another fettuccine so they can try it too, but I wanted to bring this one too, and…!"

Unnoticed by the both of you, soon, a discussion of what would be the best to bring back to your family started with the chef man, he knew how to add in his view on the subject but without suggesting in a way he wanted you to buy more, but like hey that's really good, it could go even better with this topping. Or I like that one, I think it's a really good choice. Killer was glad the conversation flowed so easily, himself also not noticing the fact a whole hour passed and they hadn't stopped talking, he felt like he wanted to get to know you better more and more through each minute, finding himself in a daze again, his brain filled by the thoughts of you entirely.

What brought him back to reality, though, was glancing down from your eyes – it was really hard – only to see the empty plate and silverware still on the table.

"Oh damn, I didn't see the time fly." A quick glance at the clock on the wall told him it was very late. He sat up, exasperatedly.

Still enough to make your family dinner, with how determined he looked.

Killer didn't even protest when you followed him inside the kitchen, the conversation flowing once again casually, he smiled at the way you found another of Kidd's trinkets, like the one – he persisted to gift Killer as decoration – at the counter.

He'd be sure to make them extra good just for you.

"Thank you so much for everything, Killer." You felt bad for keeping him so long, watching as the key chime when locking the door, disappearing along with his big hand inside his pants pocket.

"No such, I am, in fact, delighted for you."

For a moment, his sapphire blue irises stared into yours, drowning in the pools of color- both of you.

His hand on your shoulder was warm.

Fuschia lipstick marked your hand when his lips parted from your skin, smiling at you.

"I'd like to see you again."

At the end of the night, Killer's frustration had vanished - now that he's got your number.

#one piece #one piece fanfiction #one piece writing #killer one piece x reader #killer one piece x reader fluff #killer one piece #kid pirates #one piece kid pirates #op killer x reader #massacre soldier killer #one piece killer #one piece imagine #one piece x you #one piece x reader #one piece scenario

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d4adf4iry · 4 months

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~~~~~ Sunkissed ~~~~~

(Fluff, Grumpy x Sunshine, Opposite Attract, Age Gap, pet names, Fem Reader!)—— (btw we are 18 and Rafe is 20-21)

Y/N Rivers wasn’t exactly a kook or a pogue, she was just free, we went everywhere whenever. She moved from Figure 8 and too The Cut in just a second. She was nice to mostly everyone even the kooks who were assholes but she was very nice to someone who was far from that. His name was Rafe Cameron; Sarah Cameron’s older brother. She was known for being the “princess” of Figure 8, her previous boyfriend being Topper and her current boyfriend John B who was on “the wrong side of the tracks”.

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“YO! Rivers you comin to the bonfire?” the tall blonde haired boy said. I turned to his voice, “Do I have to?” You groaned. You liked going out and having a good time but you liked to be isolated sometimes. “There will be beer” the boy replied trying to sound convincing to the girl. You thought for a moment. “Fine JJ…. but one exception” you smirked, “What..?” JJ raised an eyebrow “YOUR DRIVING ME HOME”. You ran towards your bike kicking the stand and biking back to your house hearing his groans and sighs in the distance. You got home and ran up the stairs head towards your closet trying to pick something to wear, it was still summer so you wanted to wear something nice but also flattering. Maybe your makeup could make up for the outfit; people would definitely look at you. You were eye catching, many people watched you from afar and were always so happy when you were around. You mostly got looks from your mom and attitude from your dad. You picked out a cute dress that had tiny floral details on it. You did some light makeup and put your hair into a ponytail with a ribbon making a bow. Next you slipped into some cute heels while grabbing your satchel and heading out. It was already getting dark out and you watched as John B’s van pulled up, you got in saying hi to everyone anxious to be at the bonfire. Y’all got there as you said hi to other pogue’s and kook’s. You, JJ, Sarah and Kie headed to the kegs; a few people were at. You and Sarah were conversing when she scoffed and rolled her eyes glaring at something above your head. “What are you doing here?” She said bitterly and you heard him. You haven’t seen him in a while, he barely was at Tammy Hill. You turn around your hair flipping over your shoulder. You saw the man’s eyes trailing from your hair to your eyes. You weren’t gonna deny Rafe Cameron was attractive, I mean a lot of people found themselves tripping over their own 2 feet trying to get his attention. “I was invited.” he responded to her while looking at you. “Ugh you better not start problems Rafe cause I swear” she sounded frustrated. You knew they had problems because Rafe did get into trouble a lot when it came to the pogue’s and Sarah claimed herself as one even though she was a kook just like her brother. He spoke up “Don’t you have a boyfriend to find Sarah?” He cocked his head to the side a bit of sarcasm dripped in his voice. She rolled her eyes and looked towards you “I’m gonna go, come find me if you need anything okay?” she smiled then flipped off her brother quickly departing. You quietly chuckled to yourself and grabbed another cup filling it with the light brown liquid. You watched as Rafe walk on the opposite side of the keg stands watching you pour beer into your cup. “Hi” he says. “Hi..” you laugh in return. “How are you?” He asks coming around to you pour beer into a cup of his own. Watching you. Your a little hesitant “I’m good, I haven’t seen you in a while” you smiled at him, “Family stuff”. He seemed like her didn’t wanna talk about it much. I understood a little bit given stuff that’s happened between his family. You took a sip of your beer looking at him. You wanted to know more about him,some people said that he never really had hardcore relationships; just kind of a one night stand. He was interesting his cold demeanor and they way he looked at you. Someone from far away could sense his presence it was stunning. He leaned against the stone wall next to the table wearing a tight dark blue shirt and some tan shorts. His toned frame peaking out and his muscles hard. He was peering to the other party goer’s. His eyes suddenly found yours as he caught you “ogling” him looking at the pretty ribbon in your hair. He suddenly spoke up “You did something with your hair.” You couldn’t tell if he was asking or just making a comment, you opened you mouth to respond but quickly cut you off saying “I like it.” You chuckled. “I didn’t think you noticed” you smiled at him. “I notice” he smirked and you blushed a bit. You didn’t know how close y’all were till he was inches from your face.

“See you around darlin.” He got off the wall and stalked away, leaving you for a loss of words.

(PART 2?????)

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reigningmax · 6 months

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thank you for your updates this weekend at COTA! did you meet lots of drivers? what were they like if you don't mind telling us?

Max - like I said, he was patient with me both times I had 1:1 time with him, and indulged me while being super babie about it. First time was when he was coming down the stairs, I stood in my spot and asked if he can sign my hat, which he did then as he went to give the sharpie back, I said this one too (for Emma), and he did that one! Second time was on Sunday, and it was as he was walking in. He is my big broad smiley BABIE his smile is so cute.

Charles - I only had one moment where we met, talked, and gave him the bracelet. He was in good spirits this morning! Was super busy the other days.

Carlos - again, I only met him this morning and it was super quick but he's as hot as ever. He looks a little lost sometimes but that's ok :'')

Lewis and George - lol so my brother is a huge Lewis fan and asked if I can get him something signed. I was very skeptical, but I bought a bucket hat in the hopes I'd find them. George was so easy. He's fucking TALL and lanky. Lewis was tough, obviously, and I did not want to be a freak and ran after him and hunted him down. So I asked the girlie at the Merc garage what she thought was best, and she said to just stay standing and ask as he approached - which is what I did. I was standing near Merc, and as he was walking closer, I asked out loud if it was ok with him to sign this hat for my brother. He didn't say anything but took the pen and hat, signed and gave it back. He has AT LEAST 3 ~undercover security guards with him so if they feel like you're gonna be insane, they're always ready to step in - which is good!! It was a nice, quick fan interaction.

Daniel - DARLING!! It was all on Friday, he was walking with Blake (whose professional job title must be 'to walk around') and he wasn't being hounded, so I approached and asked for a signature. As he was signing and we were walking with them, I told him it's good to have him back, that it hasn't been the same without him, and he said "Thanks, I appreciate that" then as he handed the hat back to me, I said "my best friend (@blamemma) is gonna freak the fuck out" and he honk laughed :')

Pierre - Alpine and Ferrari's hospitality were in the same like..block so we easily saw them. As Pierre walked in, we asked if we can get pics, and he waited for us both, was so cute. Then on Sunday, we were hanging upstairs at Ferrari when he went up and I said "Hi Pierre" and he gave a cute lil smile!! Then at one point, he was coming out, and I asked him if he'd record a quick video for a friend who's a huge fan (@accio-ricciardo), he asked for her name and I just recorded it. He genuinely was one of the highlights of the weekend. SOOOOO cute and sweet lmao.

Bonus: Pato - he was sooooo cute and came out of Mclaren hospitality and took pics with us. He's so good looking.

#asks #chit chat #Anonymous #my cota 23

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a-libra-writes · 1 year

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Ello! may I please request some of the Lackadaisy characters reacting to a ridiculously tall male reader joining their crew?- like hit their head on every doorframe tall?/jk- but in all seriousness, maybe like 8ft or something?

okay im going for like 7ft or so because that SLIGHTLY more reasonable but not by much; idgaf tho this is funny. Also if you will please imagine this as a lanky ass oriental cat a la Pangur of pangur-and-grim fame. also featuring lots of bi cats, because I say so.

Lots under the cut!

♣️Rocky - Oh!! That's a big one! He makes endless "how's the weather up there" jokes (some are so weird) and has lots of ... stories ("St. Louis' very own creature from the river bottoms, only arising when the fog is heaviest!"); it really brings him back to his circus barker days. The first time you picked him up he was momentarily stunned, also he may or may not have climbed up you like a kitten when something startled him. It only happened once, okay? He's also fond of swatting at your absurdly long tail, as in it distracts him mid-sentence and he just has to take a swipe. Look, this probably won't awaken anything in him.

♣️Freckle - First thought? Terrifying, even when you bonked your head pretty bad on the doorframe. Okay, well, you were a little less scary after the third time. He's used to being smaller than most men, but something about you just towering is nothing short of creepy, especially if you have a more tough or intense personality. If you're a kinder soul, Freckle relaxes much faster. When you both have to pile into the back of the car, he feels really awkward about how you have to contort and twist yourself. Jeez, that doesn't look comfortable ... and somehow it makes him feel a lot smaller, which he doesn't appreciate.

♣️Ivy - Omiiigossshhh, the girls at school are not gonna believe this. She beelines to you right away, delighted with the novelty she's discovered. Naturally she wants to dance, and she'd be so shocked and delighted if you were elegant in spite of your lankiness - that'll get her a crush right away. Don't worry, if you're more clumsy, you're still cute! She thinks everything you do is "cute", even if you have the face of a thug and the body of a furry noodle. Having to scoot into cars, towering over the bar when you sit on a stool, your shirt sleeves nearly going to your elbows? Cute! She'd love to buy you something real fancy that fit, she just knows you'd look sharp.

♣️Mitzi - Oh. Oh my. Not her usual taste, but with the right clothes and some pomade, well, you'd be a proper gentleman. Mitzi is already plotting to get you a nice suit made, and good naturedly notes you ought to eat more or the wind will knock you right over. She already feels small next to Atlus and Viktor, but that's doubled with you. Sometimes it makes her a little uncomfortable, but she knows you don't mean to cause the discomfort. If she got you a real nice suit and a gun, you'd be an excellent guard for when she's out and about ...

♣️Viktor - He tries to recall the last time he was this much shorter than someone ... When he was twelve, perhaps? He feels zero intimidation from you, though. Viktor's confident he could snap you in half if need be. Hm, if they got some muscle on you, you might be able to handle some serious firepower... He thinks on it. Oh, and now he isn't the only one having to dodge doorframes. If you're a less violent-inclined person, many times he's growled at you to stop being so slack-jawed and try to look scary, especially when you both are supposed to be guarding.

♣️Zib - Wow yeah okay this is awakening something in him for sure. The musician gets a little hot under the collar when you stand really close and he has to look up, or god forbid, you bend down to his eye level. He has no idea why he's feeling both aroused and terrified, and what that's supposed to mean. Once you said "good boy" as a joke and he nearly tripped and fell off the stage. He's this hopeless even when you're a dork; if you're actually a smooth operator, he's doomed.

♣️Atlas - Yeah, it's not hard to figure out how you stood out to him. You were offered a job, and though you're much lankier than a triggerman out to be, Atlas has plans. Just some fattening up, some practice with a gun and a well-made suit (your Christmas present, in fact), and you cut quite a shadowy figure. The suit is probably the finest one you own, and the only clothing that's fit in years. Mitzi helped choose the color.

🏵️Serafine - She's intrigued right away, which is no surprise. Most people notice you right away, and it's even better if you work for the Marigold gang and she gets to have plenty of time to flirt and bother and amuse you. Serafine is doubly entertained if you're a more clumsy or nervous sort. She loves calling you "le fantôme" or "le boogeyman", and very much admires when you use your height to frighten someone they're having a "talk" with. She has absolutely grabbed your long-ass tail to get your attention.

🏵️Nico - Listen. He's been with men before - not as much as women, mind you, and he's always preferred those who are smaller than him, which is most. But look. You're a tree, he's a squirrel. No shame, you're cute and he'll say it. He can probably pick you up just fine (which he's very proud of) and laughs if it embarrasses you. He's very interested in how you might fight, and has given you several tips on how to use your unusual size to your advantage when going hand-to-hand with someone.

🏵️Mordecai - Yes this is definitely awakening something and he doesnt want to think hard about it also why is EVERY damn person around him a tree -- You drive him up a wall for many reasons. You slouch all the time, your clothes never fit right, you don't carry a gun that would work best for your long fingers. The Savoys joke about you being Mordecai's "project" because he keeps fussing over you. Though they must say, it's a lot easier to get information out of their targets when they have Mordecai's signature glare and a terrifying cryptid looming over him.

⛰️Wick - Oops! All those feelings he's repressed since boarding school are coming out. Note you could be awkwardly trying to get through a doorway or climb out of a car, with clothes that don't fit quite right or trying to finesse a gun that's too small and he is just, totally enamored. If you have more of a scary demeanor - or you put on that act when you're working as Mitzi's bodyguard - then he's still enamored, just with a dash of fear. So. That's confusing.

#i have a lackadaisy OC loosely based on that inbred oriental baby lol #who is just. a fucking tree. a snake with fur.#lackadaisy x reader #rocky rickaby x reader #calvin mcmurray x reader #freckle mcmurray x reader #ivy pepper x reader #mitzi may x reader #viktor vasko x reader #dorian zibowski x reader #zib zibowski x reader #serafine savoy x reader #nicodeme savoy x reader #mordecai heller x reader #wick sable x reader #atlas may x reader

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heartfeltcierra · 2 years

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Portgas D. Ace X Female Marine Captain Reader Smut

Word Count 2.5K (Lightly Edited)

Contains: Fingering, Squirting, Humiliation, Mean Ace, Full Nelson Position. Choking. Angst.

Being a Marine is hard. You knew that well before you became one, but sometimes you wonder why you even joined in the first place. Sure it gives you a purpose and you have put a lot of effort into it. So much so you have recently been named a captain. It was a high honor and you couldn't help but be proud of yourself. But you still don’t understand why you became one. You could have had a nice comfy world government desk job, but it seemed a little to boring. Maybe you joined because of the excitement?

“I guess I’ll never really know.” You say to yourself as you flop onto your ever so comfy bed, perks of being a captain. Not to mention the balcony with a breathtaking view of the sea. You turn your head to look outside of the balcony windows. Dusk was starting to set in. The sun looked like it was being swallowed by the vast ocean. The sky was colored like cotton candy, but there was a very prominent streak of red that stood out even more. It looked like fire. His fire. You felt a pang of sadness in your chest. It had been almost 3 months since you saw Ace. Not that you were supposed to see him in the first place. One of White Beards commanders and a Marine Captain did not mix at all, but you were knee deep in a relationship with the pirate.

This is the longest Ace has gone without coming to see you. As bad as you hated to admit it, you missed him. You can’t help but wonder if he is okay? Or maybe he has moved on. The thought of that stung. Sometimes all you can think about is him, it's frustrating. How cute his freckles are, how his deep voice would whisper sweet nothing in your ear, and how his soft curls would tickle your bare shoulder as he kissed down your neck. Your face began to heat up at the thought.

The past 3 months have been hell. You wanted to hear more stories about his brothers and all the places he has traveled too. You just wanted him in general. You can’t help but think the last time you saw him was truly the last. You rise up from the bed to blow the candle that was on your night stand out. The silence of the room was swallowing you whole. You grab a spare pillow and hold it tight to your body. You couldn’t hold back anymore, all the frustration, unease and uncertainty flowed down your cheeks. You are strong, but right now you need to be weak. You just gotta let this pass. It may be for the better.

You look out the balcony window again. The red line of clouds have been replaced with bright stars. Seeing them gave you a little peace. You look over at the clock. It was almost Midnight and you needed sleep. You shut your eyes for what felt like a moment, until a flicker of light disturbed the darkness. You open your eyes to see your candle lit. Didn’t you blow it out? You lean over and blow it out again. Not thinking anything of it, you lay back down. And then it happens again. Did someone replace it with a trick candle or something? You see something tall and dark shuffle out of the corner of your eye.

“Who’s there?” You lift your body until your knees are digging into the bed. Another shuffle. You look around and see the tall shadow approaching you. Your body froze up. The shadow got closer and closer. You opened your mouth to scream but you were tackled to the bed with a hand firmly against your mouth. Your body fights back, kicking and trying to free yourself.

“Someone sure is feisty tonight.” That voice, you knew it immediately. It was Ace. Your tense body relaxed in mere seconds. His hand left your mouth. You could finally see the man, he was giving you that signature smirk that you have missed so much. It was really him. Relief washed over your body.

“Ace you asshole.” You sobbed out. Ace’s facial expression changed, his playful smirk was long gone and replaced with pure concern.

“Hey now. Why are you crying?” Ace sounded panicked. He wasted no time lifting your shaking body off the bed and into his arms.

“Where have you been? It's been 3 months.” You want to fight him, you want to push yourself away from him. But the warm arms that cradle you feel like home. And how you have missed home. “I was so worried about you. I thought you’d never come back.”

“I’m sorry Y/N. Things have been complicated lately. But I thought about you every single day.” He gave a sweet kiss to your temple. “I’m here now and everything is okay sweetheart.” You look into Ace’s guilt filled eyes.

“Don’t ever do this to me again or I'll turn your ass in.” You gave him a light punch to the chest.

“Roger that captain Y/N. How about you let me make this up to you?” Ace stood up from the bed and placed his orange cowboy hat on your dresser. You could only nod at the man. “Lay back for me sweet girl, I’m going to show you just how much I missed you.”

You do as Ace instructed and lay flat on your bed. You could feel the excitement bubble in your stomach. He walked up to the bed and stared at you for a moment, his face seemed soft and sweet, but only for a split second. He reached down and hooked a finger around the part of your nightgown that parted between your breast. With one swift move he burned a straight line down the nightgown. You would complain at him for ruining your nightgown, but you know it wasn't the only thing he was going to ruin. His hand trailed up and down your body, gliding ever so lightly over your nipples to harden them. Your body wiggled underneath his touch and it did not go unnoticed by him.

“I wonder what your crew would think if they saw their captain acting like a whore for a man with a bounty on his head.” Your face heats up at the thought of that. “Take your panties off now.” Your shaking hands go down to the hem of your panties, you peel them off your body leaving you fully exposed to him. You know your pussy was soaked and he hasn't even touched it yet. That was the power he had over you.

“Ace please.” You whine out, begging for him to touch you. Your body was going to explode if he didn't.

“Sit up.” You shot him a confused look but followed his orders. He sat on the bed with his back leaning against the headboard. He spread his legs out and motioned for you to get in between them. You wiggled your body until your back was snug against his chest. “Good girl.”

Ace grabbed your legs and hooked them over his, making yours spread out. The position exposed you in a way you never felt before. It was exciting. Ace’s hands circled your body. One hand massaged your left breast and the other hand trailed down to your soaked cunt. His fingers rubbed small circles into your clit causing you to moan out. The hand that was massaging your breast came up to cover your mouth. He started rubbing faster and faster. Your visions filled with stars, you were so close to cumming. Before you could reach your high Ace pulled his hand back. You let out a muffled whine.

“Don’t worry slut I’ll let you cum, just when I want you to. Got it.” You nod your head. You loved it when Ace got a little rough and mean with you. It made your pussy all the wetter hearing him call you such humiliating names.

His fingers ran up and down your cunt, collecting all your arousal. He finally shoved two of his thick fingers into your hole. His fingers set a slow pace at first, doing the come here motion that targeted your g-spot. Your body grinded against him and in return he wrapped his hand around your neck, gently choking you. It all felt too good. Your orgasm was building up again and quick, Ace sensed this and started to finger you faster. The vulgar noises your cunt made filled the room.

“Ace I’m gonna..” Ace’s hand removed itself from your neck and came down to rub your clit vigorously.

“Go ahead then.” Ace’s fingers sped up, hitting your G-spot over and over again. . You could feel something splashing out of you. You were squirting all over his fingers as you finally came. Your body shakes and shudders from the force of the orgasm.. Ace took his fingers out of your sensitive hole, you could see the liquid falling from his fingers. Your bed was going to be a swimming pool by the time he was done with you.

“You think you can handle a little more sweet girl?” Ace’s hands hugged you closer to him as he planted a kiss in the crook of your neck. Your body was sore and screamed for rest, but you nodded. Ace lifted your body up with his, you could feel his hard on pressing into your lower back. No matter how many times he has fucked you, his size still scares you. You could feel one of Ace’s hands sneak down to his shorts to pull his cock out.

Ace arms looped under yours and grabbed your head, giving you no choice but to look at what he was about to do. His cock grinded against your soaked cunt and without warning he bottomed out. Your mouth gapes open at the fullness you are feeling. The way his cock touches the spots that lay deep within you. Your body felt like it was going to float away.

“Can I move?” Ace’s lust filled voice whispered into your ear. You could feel goosebumps forming on your skin.

“Yes, please.” You could feel him smile against your neck. Given the green light Ace wasted no time. Ace started to pound you like there was no tomorrow. The full nelson position gave him the perfect angle to attack your g spot every single time. You start to doubt if you’ll ever walk again, Ace was absolutely destroying you. Your moans filled the room along with the wet sounds of skin colliding. You could feel your second orgasm approaching quickly.

“Does. it. feel. good.” He punctuated every word with a hard thrust that hit your cervix in a way that caused pain and then pleasure. “Answer me or I’ll stop.”

“Yes! It feels so good, please don’t stop, I'm so close!” You beg so you can reach your high.

“Me too.” Ace grunted in your ear. His grip on you became tighter and his pace quickened to an inhuman speed. Tears fell from your eyes due the sheer intensity.

“I’m going to cum.” You shrill out as an orgasm rocked your body yet again.

“Fuck.” Ace slammed his cock against your cervix and came, spewing his hot cum deep inside of you. The warmth leaves you satisfied and full. He pulled out slowly and laid your body next to him on the bed.

Ace went straight into aftercare mode. He walked into your bathroom and came back with a warm damp washcloth. He gently wipes away at your folds. Your body tense due to the sensitivity.

“I’m sorry sweet girl, I’m almost done.” He gave you a warm smile. He throws the cloth in a basket beside your bed. “Let me get you some clothes.” He goes over to your dresser and rummages through it. He got you a pair of panties and an oversized shirt.

“Thank you.” You take the clothes. They were warm to the touch. You smile, he must have used his devil fruit power to warm them up a bit. Sometimes it really is the small things he does that makes your heart swoon.

“So tell me how things have been going Captain Y/N.” Ace laid on the bed and pulled your tired body close to his.

“Things are going good. They should be done building my ship soon. Once they are, I'll be taking to the seas, so you better watch out Mr. Fire Fist.” You smirk up at the wanted man.

“Is that so? I look forward to it.” He smirked right back at you.

“But on a serious note. It’s going to be hard for us to meet up now.” Your statement caused a frown to form on your face. Ace studied your face before lifting your chin up to look at him.

“You may be right, but don’t worry. I’ll come burn your ship down and steal you away.” Your hand immediately came up to knock him on the head. “Oww, what was that for.” Ace pouted and rubbed the spot you had hit.

“It isn’t even finished yet and you're already threatening to burn it down you ass!” You rolled your eyes at the ravenette man.

“I wasn’t serious, plus I know it won’t be that easy. I know you’ll give me a run for my money once we cross paths.” Ace snorted. You couldn’t help but laugh with him.

“You're damn right I will. But for now we'll call it a truce. I’m sleepy.” You throw the comforter over both you and him. “Goodnight Ace, I’ll see you on the seas.”

“Goodnight, sweet dreams. I'll be waiting for ya.” Ace kissed your forehead and held you closer to him. You bask in the comfort he gave you, knowing it was going to be quite sometime before you'd be able to again. His warm body lulled you into a deep sleep. ~~~~~

Your alarm clock started to go off, it was already 6AM. The bed was a little too cold, meaning Ace was gone. Your body slowly rises out of the bed, your legs are sore and stiff, but you somehow manage to stand up on the sore limbs. You took a few cautionary steps, you could still walk thankfully. A rolled up piece of paper was sitting on your dresser. You don’t remember putting anything there. You walk over and unravel the paper. You held the paper open and to your surprise it was Ace’s wanted poster with a small note at the bottom. “Catch me if you can.”

AN-Hope you enjoyed!

#ace smut #portgas d ace x reader #fire fist ace #portgas d. ace smut #ace x reader #ace x chubby reader #ace one piece #one piece x reader #one piece #one piece smut #smut

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Nyan - XIII. The Beginning of Truth

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An: Initially, this story wasn't supposed to have much of a plot...I wanted to write it as one shots with them as cats, but every story that makes sense has to end someday. This is the thread that will slowly end this story.

Summary: You don't really know as much about them as you should Despite living with them, you don't know them. They are jealous and do everything to make you pay attention to them and not to Yuki. Why are they like this?

"What do you do? Whenever you smile like that, you're planning something." He said, leaning his arm against the wall next to him.

Suddenly, he came quickly closer and grabbed your wrist, pulling you away from your friend.

"Satoru?"

He pulled you into an alley between corporate buildings and pushed your back against the wall, connecting your lips.

Making you blush, but you kissed back.

And your friend watched the scene with a little blush and wide eyes.

They win this round.

"Mmmgh..." he murmured into his mouth as he moved his tongue to put it between your lips.

His hands wrapped around you so you wouldn't pull away.

You liked their kisses. But before you gave in completely, you remembered that you were standing in an alley in the city, in a public place. And next to you is your friend who sees it all.

This is a public place! Very public! You placed your hands on his chest, lightly pushing him away.

You started to move, feeling that you were about to burn with embarrassment. His lips continued to press against yours, but you finally managed to push him away. And his eyes looked at you questioningly.

It was the first time you pushed him away from a kiss. You always pulled away a little or told him enough was enough.

And now you pushed him away instead of just keeping your hands on his chest.

It was too pushy of him, wasn't it?

"(y/n)." he said grabbing your hands but you turned your face towards the ground.

You really felt ashamed. What if someone besides Yuki saw you at that moment? Did anyone see that you kissed your boyfriend with a tongue literally a minute ago?

What is justice in life? You've already seen a case where an old lady started beating a couple who started kissing on the sidewalk with her handbag! Because it concerns them for perverts who spoil children.

You don't want anyone to see you kissing someone.

You could barely get used to having two boyfriends taking turns kissing you!

Every time one kisses you, the other is watching.

You turned your head to see Suguru next to you who was staring at you intently.

And when he saw your gaze, he reached for your hand and pulled you aside for a moment.

"Wait a minute." He called out to your friend who was standing scared next to him.

As he pulled you deeper into a dark alley, they settled on either side of you.

You hoped Yuki wouldn't think that you were being bullied by them.

Does he even know they're your boyfriends? Probably yes...

Besides, he's too scared to think about it. He's not very tall, he's not muscular. He is just him. An office worker who likes to spend time at home. But sometimes he is obtrusive. He likes to get your attention. That's why you thought for a while that it was all him showing off to you.

However, this is normal human behavior.

He is cute sometimes. He is nice to you.

And you have boyfriends who are cats... No matter how weird it sounds, it is. They are cats. You have no idea if they're cats that can turn into people or people that can turn into cats.

You don't know much about them. They've been with you for so long, but you don't know as much about them as you know about Yuki... This is the whole truth.

You don't know where they get their money from.

You don't know where they got the strange power to turn into cats.

You don't know how you've seen things that don't exist.

Or are they a figment of your imagination?

It's all weird.

You love them and they love you, but you don't know what you should know about them.

They work, right? After all, they sometimes disappear from the house and come back later. Just like they were working.

If they love you so much, why can't you find out more about them?

You don't even know where they go! And they know everything about you. They know where you work. What you like and what you don't like. They live with you. They even know that Yuki has feelings for you. They know everything. Plus, they're jealous of what you have with your friend. What is happening now proves it all. They want you to pay attention only to them. They don't want you to be close to Yuki because they don't want you to fall in love with him.

How many times have I told them that you love them. But they still do the same. They think that you might leave them at some point.

They don't trust you with this.

How are you supposed to trust them if you don't know the whole truth about them?

You don't even know if they're your cats.

Who are the Satoru and Suguru you know?

"(y/n), can we talk?" You looked at Suguru.

"What do you see in this guy? We are more handsome. And besides, I saw his eyes just roam your body! This is some pervert who wants to take you away from us!"

"Is it sincere?" You asked quietly.

"Hmm?"

"Are what you say sincere? What you said now. Yuki is just my friend. And I trust him." You said almost in a whisper. "But you don't trust me..."

"What are you talking about?" Suguru muttered, grabbing your cheek.

"You come out of nowhere, I don't even know how you got here. I see you doing inhumane things. Turn into a cat... You don't tell me anything. I don't know where you work, I don't know where you came from. I don't even know who you are exactly."

"Baby."

"Listen, I don't want to hide anything from you. I am not hiding anything! But if I had to say who I know more about, you or Yuki, I'd say Yuki. Because it's true! I don't know what I should know about you! You follow me, you're jealous! You know everything about me and I know nothing about you! All I know is your names and what you like and don't like! I don't know anything else! Is this what trust looks like to you?!"

"(y/n)–."

"Tell me honestly, do you even love me?!" Tears began to run down your face. "If you loved me, you would tell me everything! But all I see is how much you want to take me away from my only friend! Because of stupid jealousy! It pains me that you do everything to make me focus only on you, but you don't tell me about your life before you met me."

As you were about to leave, you heard Satoru's voice stop you.

He sighed.

"When you finish work, a car will come to pick you up..." He said sideways to you, and made eye contact with Suguru who nodded his head. "The driver will take you to where we work."

"You learn the truth at your own risk." Suguru added. "But no matter what you may think, we will protect you from what our job is."

You'll finally know the truth, huh?

But why did it sound so dark?

Should you be afraid of what you'll see?

With tears in your eyes, you left the alley and walked alongside your friend to your work.

Who are Satoru and Suguru?

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yoongifis · 2 years

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💌 | myg drabble 07

where yoongi tries to make up for his mess-up.

; pairing: idol!yoongi x female!reader

; genre: smut, some angst, fluff

; warnings: usage of mature words, fingering, female receiving, established relationship

; rating: mature audience!!

a/n: here’s some bf yoongi content :] thought he was cute hereeee enjooooyyy ~ ♡

He’s such an idiot.

Both of you two knew that he is, in fact, an idiot.

Don’t get it wrong, Yoongi is a musical genius—a hard-working, a talented-ass producer, writer, rapper, and sometimes singer. He released hit after hit, wrote raps with the craziest flows, and also had either heart-feeling or bad-ass lyrics to them.

But in this case, we aren’t necessarily talking about him being an idiot in that department.

He had his little moment in his studio, in which he has been in for long hours, where he glanced over at the time that displayed at the bottom corner of his screen. Of course, it was a bit late—about 1 am. It didn't bother him that he was still up at this hour. However, what had him have to take a double-take was the date.

The damn date…

…How the hell did he make this stupid mistake? Forgetting the day you have been patiently waiting for and been constantly reminding him—the little date you had planned out for the day right after he finished with recording stuff with the members?

Fuck—he’s such an idiot.

It didn’t take long for Yoongi to save his files, grab the main necessities—his phone, keys, and his wallet—, and rush out his studio and out the HYBE building.

—

He places a hand on the handle of the door, gently pushing onto it to open it. He makes sure the door swings open slowly, only opening it wide enough for him to swiftly slide through. The living room was completely dark—in fact, it appeared the whole apartment was dark.

“Baby?” He calls out, quietly closing the door from behind. Yoongi manages to find the cord to the tall lamp in the living room, wanting to have some source of light in the room. Without a thought, he first makes his way towards your shared bedroom, figuring that you’d be fast asleep. However, the bed was still nicely made and you were nowhere in sight when he creeped into the room. He scratches the back of his neck, thinking hard where you could be at. Yoongi drags his house slippers across the cold hardwood floor, going back out to the living room.

He stands there in silence, scanning the room until an unfamiliar object or ‘thing’ spread on the couch catches his eye. He internally has his little ‘ah-ha’ moment, immediately registering that it was you underneath the thick blanket. Yoongi walks over to you, being very light with his steps.

“Babyy,” he mutters, hand grazing over a curve on the blanket, which he knew that had to be your shoulder. You’re quick to react, moving your shoulder away from his touch.

“Don’t want to talk to you.”

Yoongi can’t help but frown at your reaction despite him knowing that you were probably going to be this way. I mean come on—who wouldn’t?

He crouches down so that he can hopefully look at you at the same eye level when you remove the blanket.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he reaches over to the same spot, gently caressing the outline of your shoulder down to the side of your arm and back.

“I completely forgot about today. I was too caught up with work and it just slipped out of my mind,” he’s tugging the blanket from your hold to try and remove it, “could you please look at me?”

You let him remove the blanket from the upper part of your body, only for him to be face-to-face with the back of your head. You’re all curled up so close to the back cushions of the couch, still not saying anything after what the boy had to say.

“Please, baby? I’d like to see your pretty face when I talk to you,” he mutters softly, bringing his head closer to yours to place a gentle kiss on your head.

You didn’t say anything but shook your head no.

“I know I screwed up and I’m really sorry. I’ll skip everything I have to do tomorrow and we can do what you wanted to do today. I’ll have a couple things planned too.”

There’s a couple seconds of silence before you grab the upper part of the blanket that was laid over your waist, bringing it over your head again. He removes his hand from your shoulder, allowing you to roll around inside the blanket. You scoot back a bit, making sure your back was against the cushions you were facing earlier. When you stop moving, he takes that as a signal for him to remove the blanket from covering just your head. There he’s met with your face—the only face he wants to ever wake up to, has all the moles and little freckles all memorized, and would never get tired of looking at. However this time you looked a little more different. It wasn’t a bad type of different, but more of a ‘painful to see’ different.

“Baby…,” he mutters, taking his hand to cup your jaw, a thumb brushing against the dampness of your cheek.

The first thing he noticed was your wet eyes—all the tears that were threatening to spill. You looked at him with your glistening eyes, eyebrows furrowed, slightly red nose scrunched, and pouty, plump lips.

God he hated himself for making you cry.

“I’m so sorry baby…Fuck, I’m such an asshole.”

“Yes, you are,” you quietly mumble, sniffling.

He sighs to himself, still running the rough pad of his thumb against your cheek.

“I hate seeing you cry because it makes me sad, but this time it’s me who made you cry which makes it even worse. God, I’m so sorry baby.”

“It hurts a lot knowing that you kind of stood me up for our date,” your eyes shift from his to somewhere else but him, avoiding his gaze. “I get that you’re busy and that work sometimes has to come first, but try to at least tell me that you’ll be coming late or you won’t be coming at all so that I don’t have to keep waiting for you.”

“I know—I should’ve taken a breather and called you before I headed straight to my studio. I’m not taking any more chances in making you cry like this again, so I’ll make sure that I constantly remind myself of the times and dates of all the dates we have planned that might happen before or after work. I’ll write a bunch of sticky notes and put them everywhere I’m usually at and write it down in my reminders app on my phone. I’ll even try to use my studio here rather than at the building, since you can get to me faster if you need me or anything.”

You look back up at him, realizing that his eyes never left you.

“How about we go to bed and get some rest for tomorrow, yeah?” He hums, removing his hand from your cheek and placing it on the dip of your waist.

You huff, annoyed with how stupidly cute he is with the way he was trying to make things up for what happened today and how you’ll easily just fall right back into his arms.

“I wanna sleep by myself tonight, so you can go take the bed.”

He scoffs at your words. “How am I supposed to sleep if you aren’t next to me?!”

You roll again to your other side, facing the cushions again.

“I dunno. Think about me I guess. G’night, Yoongi.”

He’s baffled with the way things just escalated to this.

“Why would I need to think of you being next to me when I’ve got the real thing here.” Yoongi is lifting up the blanket, inviting himself underneath.

“Yoongi—! There’s no room!”

He’s already laying on the couch, spooning you from behind as your bodies are against each other. He’s wrapping an arm around your waist and tangling his legs with yours to be more comfortable.

“Yes there is,” he’s bringing his face to the side of your neck, nuzzling it in the crook, “you smell good.”

“No funny business,” you mumble, sighing in defeat.

It was kind of too late for you to say that because he was already slipping his hands underneath your shirt and placing a line of kisses down your neck and to the top of your shoulders.

“Can’t I do something to make up today for you?” He hums against the exposed skin on the back of your neck.

It didn’t take you long to understand what he was implying. His hand that was laid on top of your tummy, gently drawing circles and other shapes you couldn’t decipher with his fingers has made its way down to the thin band of your panties.

Yep, you were definitely in trouble by just wearing a (his) oversized t-shirt and panties.

“Please, baby?” His fingertips tickle against your skin as he’s dragging his hand to follow the path of the elastic band.

You huff again, trying to act annoyed but he already knew you’d like this.

“30 minutes.”

He chuckles lowly, one of those throaty ones.

“I’ll take it, but I know you can last longer than that.”

You’re pushing his roaming hand away from your body.

“So annoying,” you mumble, a little more annoyed with his teasing words.

You knew he was right—all that stupid teasing he usually does before he gets going is always right. He loves asking you questions he knows the answer to. It makes you squirm around all flustered and whatnot—it's a pretty sight for him to see. It catches you off guard when you don’t feel him pressed up against you. You eventually find yourself rolled onto your back after a firm pull backwards by your shoulder. There you see Yoongi swiftly swinging a leg over you, his knees on the outside of either of your legs and his hands right next to your head, caging you.

“Now, are we going to be a good girl today?” He hums, face really close to yours. “I really wanted to give you whatever you wanted to make up for today.”

The two of you stare at each other for a couple seconds before you answer, the close proximity making you a little nervous. You roll your eyes at him, nodding your head against his. He’s chuckling, a big smile on his face.

“‘Atta girl.” He’s quick to steal a kiss from you, a slow smile growing on his face when he pulls back to look at you again. You scoff at him with a small smile on your face.

Cheeky bastard.

His face immediately goes to the crook of your neck, burying himself there. You extend your neck by moving your head to the side, giving him some more space. He’s scattering the side of your neck with light kisses, stopping at that one sensitive spot on the front of your neck. The boy swipes his tongue on that spot, drawing circles before placing his lips on it. He sucks on it harshly, nibbling at it a little afterwards.

“Th-thirty minutes!” You squeak, trying to suppress any other noises that you want to let out when he’s back to messily sucking the spot again.

Yoongi’s chuckling into your skin, vibrations tickling you. He pulls away to look at the dark purple spot he marked on you, kissing it before he’s removing himself from being above you. You find him getting up and taking a seat right in front of the couch, facing you.

“Thirty minutes is all I need, baby. And I guess it’s all you get, hm?” He’s teasing you, a smug smirk appearing on his face. He glances over at the clock on the wall, taking a mental note of the time.

“Sit up for me, sweetheart. I can’t waste anymore time.” He’s tugging the blanket off you, exposing your bare legs. The boy then gets a hold of your leg, impatiently pulling it to the edge of the couch.

“Hold on, hold on!” You mumble, sitting yourself up and trying to wiggle his hold from your leg by shaking it off.

“And stop being bossy,” you huffed. You turn your body around so that you’re sitting properly on the couch, legs pressed together as you stare down at Yoongi who sat criss-crossed on the floor right in front of you.

“How can I when I know you usually like it when I’m bossy?” Taking a large, rough hand of his, he places it on the side of one of your thighs to caress it.

“Open your legs, baby. Time’s ticking.”

You do as he says, slowly spreading your legs apart. He takes his other free hand and lifts the oversized t-shirt, pushing it up so that it sits on your tummy. The lower part of your body now exposed to him, panties full on display. Yoongi leans over, taking his hand to spread your legs a little more further apart. He presses his lips against the inside of your thigh, giving you a teasing kiss.

“You’re all wet baby, I can see the little patch on your panties,” he chuckles, “too excited for me?”

He doesn’t wait for your answer. Yoongi’s mouth immediately goes for your dampened, clothed folds, messily kissing it to make it even more wet. He takes his tongue and glides it in between your folds, teasing you.

“Y-yoongi—!” You mewl, but immediately cover your mouth to stop any noises from coming out. You’re leaning back against the couch, slouching.

“Ah, ah, ah—,” he removes himself from you, grabbing a hold of both of your hands and removing it from your face. He places them both back on your side.

“If 30 minutes is all I get, I want to hear everything.” He pulls on your panties, sliding them off your legs with some of your help. After throwing your panties somewhere in the room, he’s grabbing your legs and moving them further apart, bending your knees even more so that your legs are pressed up against your chest.. The boy was face to face with your dripping pussy, clenching around nothing. God, it was embarrassing to you despite having done this a bunch of times.

“So pretty,” he mumbles, licking his lips, eyes hungry for you. He’s taking his thumbs, spreading your lips open to watch your glistening hole.

“P-please,” you whimper.

He presses a quick kiss to your inner thigh before licking a wet stride along your folds, from your tight hole and up to your sensitive bead. He stops there, wrapping his lips around it to suck on it harshly, tongue sloppily circling it. He’s making the most obscene noises—slurping and lips smacking. Soon he’s giving you quick kitten licks, flicking his tongue against your bead.

“A-ah!” You whine, moving your hips upwards, wanting him to press his tongue harder against you.

Yoongi quickly removes his mouth from your swollen bead, a string of saliva connecting from it to his lips. He’s hooking an arm underneath your thigh, taking his hand and pressing it down on your hip to keep you from lifting yourself. With no warning, he goes straight to your gaping hole, sticking his tongue right in. He hums, vibrations causing you to let out a groan.

“F-fuck—fingers—please!” You choke out, and he immediately listens. He’s removing himself from your dripping pussy, sitting back up to get a good look at you while he licks your essence off his lips.

He runs two fingers down your folds, scooping up your arousal. Glancing over at the clock for a split second, he slides the two fingers into your pussy, realizing his time was running out.

“God, look at you—so wet. My fingers just slid right in.”

He’s already picking up the pace, curling his fingers up to hit a squishy spot that’s got you rolling your eyes back. You’re loud—way too loud that it was too embarrassing. However, he loved it all. All your desperate moans, cute whimpers, and pleading cries were all motivation for him to keep going. He’s watching you with dark eyes, plunging his fingers into the same spot repeatedly.

“Please, Yoongi—!”

One thing that you seem to always do whenever things get down to these situations is that the majority of the time you just beg for him. You don’t know what for, but it appears to be your favorite thing to do when you’re in bed with him. And he surely enjoys hearing it.

“What is it, baby? Use your words.” He hums, uncurling his long fingers and adjusting the angle of them so that he’s ramming them deeper into your pussy. He didn't let you say what you wanted to say; he couldn’t wait for you to spit out your jumbled words. Instead, he brings himself back to your clit, wrapping his lips around it to suck on it harshly, brushing his tongue over it during the process. You squeal at his actions, a hand moving toward his head to push away, which he does with a chuckle.

With his other free hand, he’s taking another two fingers and pressing it firmly against your abused bead. He’s rubbing his fingers side to side, while picking up the pace of his other fingers thrusting into you. You can feel your mind going blank, the knot in your stomach getting tighter. Yoongi watches your face twist and turn, and your pussy clenching onto him tighter. You’re curling your toes, hips slightly moving—god, his long fingers were hitting you too good.

“Yoongi! Yoongi! Fuck—!”

He’s smiling, already aware that you were close.

“Gonna cum?”

You’re squirming around, hips bucking up by themselves. The knot inside you was about to undone.

“F-fuck—yes! Yoongi, please—!”

He’s thrusting his fingers even faster and rubbing your clit with more aggression, as if that was even possible. You’re moaning, mumbling words that don’t make sense. You’re clenching even tighter, moans becoming higher pitched. You feel your legs shaking, it was getting harder for you to keep going. You knew you were so close to reaching that high point, the moment of release.

“Cumming! I’m—!”

Yoongi quickly stops his movements, removing both hands from your pussy.

“Yoongiiii~,” you whine, breathless. The knot formed in your tummy was gone. Your clit, however, was still throbbing, and you continued to clench around nothing.

A smug smirk is on his face when you look at him. He’s bringing up the fingers that were inside you and takes them into his mouth, sucking off the arousal you left on there. You swallow your own saliva, watching him.

“30 minutes are up, baby.”

You huff with a pout on your face, scooting yourself up to sit properly and closing your legs together to stop being completely exposed to the boy.

“Don’t be mad, baby,” he chuckles, “I’m just following orders.”

You hit him on the shoulder with one of your feet, pushing him slightly backwards.

“You already knew what I meant earlier,” you whined.

He’s scoffing with a smile on his face, enjoying the way you were. He’s standing up, eyes still locked on yours as you look up at him. You tilt your head to the side in confusion, pressing your thighs together while pulling the bottom of your shirt even lower in an attempt to somewhat cover a part of your bare thighs. You were feeling a bit shy from the way he was just staring at you.

Yoongi couldn’t help but admire the way you looked—even if you were pissed at him for denying your orgasm. He’s lucky. He always thinks about how he was able to score the most beautiful and amazing girl in the world. He shouldn’t be making stupid mistakes like he did today, or else you could just slip away in his hands—something he absolutely does not want to ever happen.

“Whaaat?” You whine again, weirded out by him, “what are you up to?!”

All Yoongi does is chuckle before he’s squatting down, arms wrapping around the back of your knees. He’s pulling you to the edge of the couch, now closer to him. He’s picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder, earning another squeal in surprise from you.

“Yoongi!” You’re trying to pull your shirt down again, while he’s already starting to walk away from his couch and onto his final destination.

“I’ll make up everything for you for real this time, alright, baby?”

“You’ll just tease me again, you liar!”

“No, I’m serious! I’ll give you everything you want this time.”

You can hear the creek of your bedroom door open. He’s walking inside, making a straight line towards the bed.

“You promise this time?” He’s carefully bringing you off his shoulder, holding you by your bottom as he carries you as if you were a koala.

“Only if you give me a little kiss and tell me that you still love me.” He takes a seat on the edge of the bed, making you have to sit on his lap. His hands easily find the sides of your waist and rest there.

You scoff with a smile, rolling your eyes at him. You wrap your arms around his neck, keeping the contact between you two before you lean in closer to quickly peck his lips.

“I still love you, idiot.”

A wide smile is plastered on Yoongi’s face. He’s already leaning into you again, pressing a couple kisses before pulling away.

“Good,” he mumbles, bringing a hand up to the side of your neck to pull you towards him and crash your lips against his in a feverish manner. His other hand pushing down on your hip, encouraging you to grind your bare pussy against his clothed hard-on that you’ve been sitting on for the past few minutes. You feel your hips move by themselves, the rough material rubbing against your sensitive pussy making you wet. You’re moaning into his mouth, which he takes this chance to suck on your tongue, then force his tongue into your mouth to explore every inch of it, exchanging saliva.

As much as he hates it, he’s already pulling away from you. He’s standing up carrying you, turning around so that he could lay you on the bed.

“God, I can’t stand this anymore. I’ve gotta fuck you.”

You giggle at him struggling and rushing to take off his sweatshirt, sweatpants, and boxers. When he’s finished, he’s already helping you with removing your t-shirt off, exposing every inch of your body.

“God, so pretty,” he mumbles.

With the way Yoongi was looking at you, you knew that tonight was going to be one of those nights where your limits were definitely going to be tested.

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