#clear the hips for swing speed

[m-ayo-o]

~ satoru gojo's girlfriend gets a nice surprise ~ nsfw cw : sex, creampie, public touching, cum eating >//< drunk 'driving' !

Satoru turns up at your place in his self-driving car asking if you wanna go for a spin, only for him to pull you onto his lap when he's set the car on auto.

"Wait!! Oh my god-" you give him a frantic look when he lets go of the steering wheel, but he just swings his seat back and gives you an easy smile.

You're straight up straddling him now, and he's not even looking at the road as you travel at speed down the highway.

"Sa-Satoru-" you cast your head over your shoulder to look at the road, where it's pretty clear and open.

"Honey," he pulls your attention back and starts grinding himself between your legs, "why else would I get a driverless car?"

"I-- I, for... convenience? You could use your phone and-"

"No, I got it for fucking."

Of course, with your numerous parties and events to go to, you usually end up giving him a hand job during the journey anyway. Your pretty playboy has plenty of flashy cars, their plush seats often left covered in yours and his cum from where he shoves his long fingers inside you on the passenger seat.

But now he gets the full thing. He couldn't help himself. He bought one as soon as they were available, got everything set up and went to pick up his sweetheart.

And here you are, sitting pretty on his rising boner, trying to deny him? Oh no. He won't allow it.

"Satoru, is, is it dangerous??"

He's getting impatient now and he can't be bothered to explain the inner workings of this vehicle to you before he fulfills his fantasy of making you cum on his dick at 80mph.

"Baby," he reaches for your blouse and tugs you down suddenly, making you let out a sweet yelp and grab onto his chest, "just come here already, won't you let me have my fun?"

He kisses away your uncertain look and soon your body is heating up just how he wants. He drags your panties down and slips his cock out, plunging it under your skirt and rubbing himself up and down your slit. He smirks at the delicious moan that leaves your lips as he pumps his tip through your entrance, sliding his long inches inside you.

"Ride me," he orders, pushing you up again, and you squeal when he rips your shirt open with your tits spilling out, hands flying to your chest to cover yourself.

"Tinted windows, sugar, let me see."

He pulls your hands down and starts moving his hips, until you obey him and start bouncing up and down his length.

His smooth tip buries into your cervix and his eyes roll back as he emits a dirty groan.

"Baby, fuck yeah~"

But he's not satisfied till he's got you shaking on his cock, lips quivering with his name as the car speeds down the road.

Your eyes start darting around, finding the passengers in the passing cars who are completely oblivious to what you're doing.

But he can't stand you looking away from him.

So he fucks his hips into you harshly, making you whimper and duck down so you don't hit your head.

"Eyes on me, pretty."

He commands and your attention is his for the rest of the journey. You kiss his jaw and mark his gorgeous neck, tonguing his prominent adams apple and stripping his crisp, white shirt away to find his muscular chest.

Your hands are in his hair and his dick is hitting you so good, until you realise the car is slowing down and telling you that you're arriving at your destination. A friend's house.

"Fuck- here already-" he moans and brings his hands to your ass where he spreads your cheeks and guides you over his cock.

He speeds up, knowing he needs to cum soon or you're going to be sat on your friend's driveway with the car bouncing, not leaving much to anybody's imagination. Not that he'd care.

"Baby, baby can you- can you cum for me one more time?" He breathes out your name and almost begs you, and you're close anyway, from his abdomen rubbing your clit. So you guide his fingers between you and he circles your clit quickly, keeping up his intense pace as he fucks you into a deep, head spinning orgasm.

"Th-that's it- fuck-" now he's the one shaking under you, his balls twitching and his shaft surging with hot, milky cum, "you wan' it?"

"uh huhhhuhhhh-"

He can't control himself now, seeing your mouth hang wide with another sensual moan and feeling your pussy suck him in.

"C-cumming- shiiiittt--"

You milk him slow until your body grinds to a halt, just as the car stops and the engine turns itself off.

You're panting and kissing for a moment, until you start redressing each other. He pulls your panties up and tells you to keep his cum inside.

He puts his shades on and undoes another button, proudly showing off the marks as he walks into the party with your ass in his hand.

"Don't let it spill, baby."

He tells you as you climb out of the car, looking a little dishevelled. You straighten up your hair and fix your makeup but you fear it may be in vain, as you feel his cum trickling down your legs and his hair is a complete mess with red and pink hickeys all over his neck.

He later dives under your skirt from behind, with your back facing a wall, toying with the slick mess in your pussy while you try to maintain a casual conversation over champagne.

He can't stand the way your voice starts to break and dip so he drags you to the bathroom and eats your pussy, finally cleaning up the mess he made and putting you back together again.

You leave the party in the early hours- and you know it's definitely still illegal- but you're both tipsy, getting in the car and letting it drive you home while you fuck one more time, drunk, horny and messy.

satoru | m.list

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #female reader #18+ content #satoru x reader #satoru smut #satoru gojo #satoru imagine #gojo satoru #gojou satoru x reader

[binkuscat]

Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy

Pairing: Boothill x Reader

Warnings: Afab reader, lost bet, cunnilingus, missionary to cowgirl, unprotected sex, creampie, size difference

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you had made a bet with your boyfriend before he had gone to a duel. the exact words were: "Boothill, if you win this duel, i'll do whatever you say for the rest of the day, but if you lose you do what i say." He had happily agreed, knowing he'd win. and that's exactly what happened.

currently, you were standing in the lobby, knowing you were going to regret your words. you felt him saunter up behind you, pulling you flush against his chest. the cold metal made you shiver, and you looked up at him.

he had a smile on his face, looking awfully smug, "i do believe i won, darlin', and i'm ready to collect my prize" his smile grew as he watched you blush.

you cleared your throat, looking back at the floor, "ahah... that's right- i suppose we'll be heading back to our room then?"

he nodded, suddenly throwing you over his shoulder. setting an arm over your legs, and ignoring your protests, he carried you to where you were both staying.

"Boothill- put me down-" you squirmed, trying to get free.

the robot chuckled, swinging you up off his shoulder and onto the bed, hearing you let out an exasperated huff, " you said to put you down, so i did. but i'm the one who's still callin' the shots, pretty thing."

you grumbled, wondering what he'd ask you to do, and it wasn't long before you had your answer.

"now. since i can ask ya to do anything, how about we have some fun?" he leaned over you, gesturing to your clothes.

you blush even more, but nod, taking your shirt off, then your pants. you sat bare among the rumpled blankets, could feel him staring up and down your body, taking you in.

"no time like now to get to the main course" he pushed you gently onto your back, spreading your legs. getting closer to your already dripping wet pussy, he stuck his tongue out and dragged a slow line up. it ended at your clit, to which he sucked on a bit, causing you to gasp and moan, he moved back down, starting to eat you out.

your hands go to his hair, getting tangled in it and holding him there, "o-oh aeons~"

hearing and feeling your response to him, he stuck his tongue deeper, driving you closer to an orgasm.

you gasp a a final time, moaning out his name as you came, "ah-! boothill~!"

he reached up and grabbed your thigh, giving it a light squeeze while he lapped all your juices up. once he was done, he sat up, undiong the belt on his pants, "alrigh', sweetheart, ya ready?"

you nod as you watch him free his cock, rubbing it against your folds, knowing your slick would make it easier to pump into you. he finally slides into you, to which you moan, feeling so full.

"mm... lookit you, coming undone around me, i love it" he began to thrust in and out, steadily picking up pace.

you cling to him as best as you can, trying to get closer, but he only chuckles, pushing you back down. you suddenly feel him speed up, making your back arch, knowing you were close.

boothill obviously noticed, just as suddenly pulling out, you whining in protest "don't worry sugar, you'll like what happens next"

he picks you up, shifting so you were sitting on top of him, then setting his hat on you, "now ride, darlin' "

you nod, sitting on his dick again, starting to bounce. as you do, you release a string of moans with his name mixed in.

he put a hand where he could see a bulge on your stomach from piercing yourself on his length. "so beautiful, yeah?"

you nod, before releasing a whine and finally reaching your second orgasm. he gripped your hips after he felt your pace stutter. lifting you himself, and and down. he soon reached his own orgasm, plunging into you with a grin.

"take it all, sugar~" he released inside you, watching as the mix of both of you leaked out.

once he had finished, he pulled out, laying you down. he placed a kiss on your cheek, pulling a blanket over you "ya did well, sweetheart, get some rest"

you nod, not too long after falling asleep

#boothill #boothill honkai star rail #boothill x reader #boothill fanfic #honkai star rail

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Endurance 1

Warnings: this fic will include obsessive behaviour, possible non/ducbon, bullying, and other elements which may not be specifically triggered. Please be cautious in continuing on to the story.

Character: Walter Marshall

Summary: A fellow gym go makes your workouts even more taxing.

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As always, take care of yourself <3 be kind and be patient. Love you.

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You come out of the changing room and peek at the wall mirror as you pass. You admire your new bubblegum pink leggings and polka dot top. It’s a bit out there but you’ve seen neons in this place that make your retinas burn. Besides, you’ve never been shy when it comes to fashion. It’s not just your passion, it’s your job. 

It’s late enough that the bodies there are far and few between. You prefer the nights when the gym feels like a ghost town. The air is quiet but not stagnant.  

Your water bottle swings on its handle from your hand as your bouncy steps keep in time with the boppy music thrumming in your earbuds. Your workout mix is a nice blend of retro and contemporary bass hits. You catch yourself humming and stamp it down. Sometimes, you forget other people can perceive you, not that there’s many around to so.  

You find an empty mat. They all are. You put your bottle down and start your stretches. Your late night sessions help clear your mind though it never really stops. In your mind, you’re seeing pleats, seams, and ruffles. 

Your body moves without thinking. It’s all muscle memory. You’re no gym rat, you don’t go that hard, just enough to loosen up your muscles. Your note overly swoll as the young ones call it. You’re fit enough for a light jog and the stairs don’t leave you winded like they used to. 

After your stretches, you slurp loudly from the straw of your water bottle, walking with it still between your lips as you head for an elliptical. You can just let the repetitive motion take over. You pop your lips off the tub and slip the bottle into the little plastic holder on the side of the machine. 

As you climb up, you see another figure across the floor. The man sits on the end of a weight bench. For a moment, it looks, even feels, like he’s watching you. From there, you can’t see very well. You don’t wear your glasses in the gym since you lost a pair to a hungry leg press. 

You can make out dark hair and his burly form. Hazy but wide enough to clock. Most people around here are stacked. You’re too casual for all that. And you like a piece of tiramisu with your Friday lattes. 

You pick your speed and start to climb. You cling to the machine and rock your head to the music. Once more, your throat vibrates and you have to remind yourself to stop. You can’t help it, you love Destiny’s child. Does that date you? For someone working in fashion, you can’t ever risk that. 

You zone out, vision blurring as you let your body do the work. The sweat speckles and slicks across your skin. Damn, you might just be bootylicious after this work out. 

Your fitbit rumbles and you look down. You’re in the zone. You keep going until you hit thirty minutes and slow down. You cool off for ten minutes and swipe up your bottle, sucking on it greedily as you head back to the mats. 

You swing out your arms and stretch your legs in slowly lunges. You bend forward, touching each toe with opposite hand, lingering with your ass up as you brace your hips. A sudden clang has you standing straight so fast you nearly topple onto your butt. 

You throw out your arms to catch your balance as you let out a pathetic, ‘woah-oh-oh'. You look over at the man as begins reps with the heavy dumbbells. You’ve never gotten above the tens. His blue eyes flash in your direction and you give a sheepish smile. 

You don’t want to seem weird so you return to your stretches. Arms up, lean to one side, then the other. You hear a strange rumble, like thunder, and look over at the man as he continues to work his traps, staring at you. You could even call it a glare. 

You tap your ear bud as you face him, “sorry?” 

“Do you have to make that noise?” He snarls. 

Your brows pop up. We’re you humming again? Oops. 

“Sorry, I didn’t realise I was,” you smile and before you can tap play, he scoffs.  

“Typical,” he grumbles as alternates to biceps. 

He’s built. He’s arms are bigger than your head. Probably. You don’t think he’d let you compare for scale. You drop your hand without tapping. 

You get down and extend your legs in front of you. His breaths underline your movement as you bend one leg over the other and push your straight arm against it as you twist. As you do the other side, facing him, his gaze flicks over again. 

“You put more time into choosing that outfit than you do working out,” he shakes his head. 

You blanch. Oh wow. You must have been really out of tune if he’s that grumpy. You give a tight-lipped smile and keep going. He’s not the first grouch you’ve dealt with. Your editor is a chronic miser. 

You straight arms and legs and bend to touch your toes. You then pull your arms back and plant your hands. You lift your pelvis and torso and lean your head back, raising yourself in a straight line as you hang your head back. 

“Form is off,” he mutters. 

You lower back down and look at him again. 

“Oh, uh, do you have any tips?” You ask curiously. He grimaces. You push your shoulders up and tilt your head, “well, if you think of any, I'd be happy to work on it. I’d hate to hurt myself.” 

You get to your knees and groan as you push yourself to your feet. He tuts as gets down to plank, still gripping the weights. He lifts the left and puts it back down, then the right. You watch him for a minute, impressed by his strength. Your wary of lifting too much, you don’t trust yourself. 

“You think your cute,” he sneers under his breath. 

“Um, sometimes,” you hover across from him, “I just thought you might know more than me--” 

“Of course I do,” he puffs between lifts. 

“Mm, okay, well, I’d love to learn--” 

“They got trainers for that,” he snips as he finishes his reps and puts his knees down. 

“Right, um, sorry to bother then. I was only... asking,” you turn and grab your bottle. 

You flip the top up again and slurp. You get to the bottom, sucking air loudly up before giving up. He huffs and stands with the weights, slamming them back on the rack. 

“Do you have to make so much goddamn noise?” He stands straight and turns to you, crossing his thick arms. You stop short and part your lips. 

“It’s empty, I didn’t--” 

“It’s not the only thing’s that empty,” he taps his skull, “go back to the mall, girl.” 

You scrunch your nose, “you don’t have to be rude, mister.” 

“Honesty is a gift,” he snorts. 

You pull your chin back. You didn’t mean to annoy him and you apologised already. You’re a nice person but you don’t appreciate his tone. 

“Well, if I’m being honest,” you put your hands on your hips, “you’re not very nice.” 

He chortles as a crease forms in his forehead, “and you’re not as cute as you think.” 

“What does it matter what I think I am?” You challenge, “I didn’t ask you.” 

“No, you just float around like some airhead and disturb everyone else,” he accuses. 

You peer around, “there’s no one here.” 

He drops his arms and lifts his chin. He steps forward and you waver, just a bit, put off by his size.  

“I’m here,” he says. 

You blink. What does that mean? 

He takes another step and you stare at him, necks and cheek burning. His words strike an epiphany. It’s just you and him. He’s a lot stronger than you. 

Another step and you put your hands up, “mister, you better not come any closer.” 

He scoffs again, “or what? Are you going to cry?” 

You pout and shake your head, “no, but I... I could scream. Or bite.” 

He shakes his head, “what do you think I’m gonna do, girl? That’s what you do, isn’t it? Make yourself the victim. You need the attention to make you feel special.” 

He’s getting closer. 

“I said stay away,” you project your voice as best you can, “I’m not afraid of you, mister.” 

He chuckles and tilts his head. He stops, just a step away from you, “aren’t you?’ 

Your eyes meet his and you stand trapped in the snare of his glower. His blue eyes are deep and fiery, his chiseled face is framed by dark curls and a thick beard, and his chin is cleft handsomely. He’s fearsome, a bear in man’s flesh. You’re no more than helpless hare. 

You back away and his mouth slants in triumph. He’s won. You turn and gulp, gripping tight your bottle as your sneaker squeaks loudly. You scurry away, buzzing with adrenaline. 

“That’s right, you run away, girl, run as fast as you can,” he calls after you, “not very, I’m sure.” 

You keep a brisk walk as you hurry towards the locker room and push inside. Your heart is hammering and your breathless as you reach your locker. You put the bottle on the bench and clutch the sides of your head. You’re dizzy as you try to get a rein on your frazzled nerves. 

You thought you left the bullies behind in high school, over a decade ago. In that second, you’re right back in your teenage years. Your eyes sting with tears and your stomach churns with humiliation. That glimmer of insecurity creeps back into you. 

No, no. You’re an adult. You’re a grown woman. You have a job and a life you love. You’re nothing they said you were. You proved them all wrong and you will prove that butthead wrong too. 

#walter marshall #dark walter marshall #dark!walter marshall #walter marshall x reader #drabble #series #gym au #au #night hunter #endurance

[ayylovley]

may I request soft Gun x reader smut with breeding kink? a shower sex with us so tired but Gun insists us to relax and he'll take care of us maybe 🤨 and he is so in love with our boobs too 😈😈

thank you and have a good day! 🥰🥰

ok but breeding and shower sex is 🫦

⎯⎯ ୨𝓘𝓶 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓭𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔂𝓮𝓽 ୧ ⎯⎯

Gun Park x fem reader, warnings; 18+ Shower sex, cream pies, degrading, breeding kink, nipple play, dirty talk, hair pulling, biting/marking, rough sex

You’re so fucking exhausted and worn out already from Gun’s cock constantly stuffing your holes by the third time. You don’t even care if Gun was making fun of you for how “pathetic you are” It’s not your damn fault that he pounds you like an animal every single time. You just needed a break.

A nice shower was in mind briefly but as soon as you turned the damp handle a certain way to turn it on, a loud noise that sounded like a door slamming against the wall behind you caused a visible jump from you. You immediately turn your head around catching Gun standing in the doorway naked from the previous intercourse you just had

“A shower, (y/n?) Good idea.”

“Gun no wait, I can’t take anymore right now at least gimme a damn break!” There’s clear irritation dripping in your voice but Gun didn’t hear a thing, his eyes were straight at your breasts watching as your nipples harden. “You’re not even listening to me are you?” You add with an eye roll only fueling Gun further to go with fucking your brains out again in the shower this time. “Come on, (y/n). You knew what you were signing up for when you wanted to have me.”

His legs to him back to you and suddenly you’re in his arms, facing him with your arms and legs intertwined with his own waist. The way he looks at you with the same hunger and need, gets you weak again and now you’re letting him tug and pull at your nipples underneath the hot water. “Mm-ahh!” Loud whimpers fill the air with the steam when his finger pads press down on the sensitive buds shaking them a little. The pain was too much to bear in the best way… “Fuck, when you whimper like a pathetic slut for me like that I just wanna stuff all of my cum inside!”

He gave your tingling nipples one last tug and squeeze before he placed you back down on your feet. You could feel the water from the spray over you rivers down the drain, barely finding your balance Gun didn’t waste any time flipping your body around giving him a view of your backside. A slight gasp can be heard from your lips, forcing to be bent over slightly as you feel his warm dick from the end of the shaft to the tip across your clit that is continuously pulsating. “Mm-“ Your moan in approval for Gun with your pussy practically begging for that cock again.

The smack that hit your already sensitive throbbing slit with the hard tip caused another shocked moan from your throat, your body jumps slightly as a reflex giving Gun a sight of how your ass bounced a little with the movements. He top teeth bit down his bottom lip,

“Look at you, I know how desperate you get for my dick no matter how many times I pound this tight pussy.”

Finally he teases your entrance, giving you the feeling of the warm thickness touching your aching hole. Without any hesitation he slammed inside earning a scream of sudden filling. Your walls clench tightly around him making his soaked head from the water still falling tip back at how tight you still felt. His strong grip holds your ass while his hips move at a brief steady pace until his length kisses your walls with rapid speed.

Your eyes already rolled back making the lewdest moans, his balls swing letting them smack repeatedly against your clit. You can hear panting and moans behind you with Gun just loving how he can watch how he’s fucking your soaking pussy from behind so good. The loud sounds of your ass slamming against his thrusting hips were drowned out by his voice again. “Fuuck! Just watching how I fuck you makes me wanna come inside.”

Without any mercy he goes faster, adding to the pleasure he caresses your ass to your hips dragging his hands up to your bouncing breasts again. “Gun! Ple-“ You choked out a little on your words from a long whine. Gun begins to laugh in between moans

“What was that, slut?” He grabs a good handful of your hair to tug and pull, “I can’t hear you.”

His chest leans against your back, pressed on your skin letting him slip deeper. “Please! Mo-more!” Gun groans at how you struggled so hard to beg for him, but when he can see how you gets you with his cock by looking at your lustful, pleading hazy eyes… Gets him closer to bust his orgasm. “Fuuck yeah. You love this dick that much? Filthy slut I’ll give you more.” Twisting your nipples again as his finger pads squeeze, his teeth dig into your skin on your shoulder, claiming you. But biting wasn’t enough for him, even he sucks on the spot he bit down on.

Another way to “mark his territory” would be feeling his own climax seeping through his lower body, knowing he won’t pull out at this rate, he whispers in your ear. “I’m gonna come inside like I said I would, and I don’t want you to let it leak out of your pussy I want every drop kept inside do you understand me?”

Unable to talk anymore, you just nod your head in the middle of experiencing your own need to release. “Good little slut.” With just a few more thrusts from the inside he tips his head back again… At this point the steam has filled the bathroom with it along with the hard fuck. Moaning out loud as he flows into you deeply, his grip on your breasts has you yelp softly mixing with the cries. When he’s satisfied with his own liquid filling you up, he knows how much you want to come too.

You both know how this ends, Gun teases too much even when you beg and cry. You have to ask yourself why you’re even with him until he would finally give you what you want, and it’s even better than doing it yourself.

As you stand in the shower with the water wasted, you stay put waiting for his next command. Preparing for hours on end for you to get to orgasm.

#lookism #lookism comic #lookism webtoon #lookism x reader #gun park #gun park x reader

[loloslaystheday]

Friendly Fire

pairing: katsuki bakugou x f!reader

prompt: katsuki is tired when he gets home from work. you allow him to cool down through you.

warnings: spicy content. idc who reads, just be warned.

note: i get bakugou fanfics on tumblr every single day and i just couldn’t help myself. ignore the title…

bakugou sighed. right as he sat down just to take a breath, he got called to the scene of another crime. a robbery at that. why couldn’t the police handle a robbery? that’s what they’re for!

after he spent all day fighting real villains, he had to go to a robbery?

but, he cleared his head of the annoyed and spiteful thoughts and just rolled with it.

when he actually pulled up to the bank, he sort of realized why the police couldn’t handle it.

the villain, seemingly a teenage girl, waved from atop her dazzling blue pillar of water, inside of the pillar was a flow of money to the top. “hi, dynamight!”

he facepalmed so hard, the surrounding police officers thought he’d turn red.

“you can’t handle a teenager?!” he barked at the officers.

“she has a quirk!” one of them managed out, even though she was faced with his fierce scowl.

bakugou inhaled. he looked up at the young woman who was swinging her legs and whistling ladyfingers.

“i got it…” he grumbled.

despite the big game the villain was supposedly talking, it took no longer than 15 minutes for katsuki to wrap up the whole thing.

“you couldn’t take care of a little girl throwing a tantrum?” he’d ask the cops, signature scowl showing just how irritated he was.

he was quick to clock out and damn near speed home. when he finally opened the door, kicked off his shoes and slumped on the couch he was out like a light.

“tsuki?” he groans. you chuckle slightly at his pout and deeply furrowed brows. “sorry. you’re on the couch, baby, come to bed.”

his red eyes crack open slightly to look at you.

maybe he was just hella tired or you looked way too good at the moment to have just woken up, he assumed.

katsuki reached out to grab your other hand and you met him half way. you were about to speak, but cut yourself off with a gasp as he pulled you onto his lap.

“bad day.” he grumbled.

you shifted a bit to get comfy and ended up straddling his hips, eyes locked onto his.

“i’m sorry to hear that, baby.” you threaded your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp and occasionally pulling through knots.

his thumbs circled your hips, squeezing at the soft skin of your thighs and sliding his palms up and down your waist.

he couldn’t help himself but to kiss and suck your chest and neck, pulling you impossibly closer and waking up the more he heard your moans and gasps.

you didn’t mind it after all. he was hard at work all day and who were you to deny what he wanted?

as long as it calmed him down and you’d get a day off of chores tomorrow, you’ll let him do whatever he pleased to you.

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i feel like this is the second shortest fanfic i’ve posted here… ignore how bad i am at limes or lemons or whatever these are called- smut???

well just call it spicy… i’m bad at writing spicy stuff.

anyways-

#i love ladyfingers #that song is so goodddd #f!reader #x reader #spicy content #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki #katsukibakugou #mha bakugou #bakugou x reader #bnha bakugou #bnha #mha #bakugou smut #bakugou fluff #bnha x reader #poc reader #bnha smut #plus size reader

[emmyrosee]

“Dadda?”

Naturally, you were the first to stir, the pitch of your toddlers voice being something you’d been able to recognize even before it slipped from her mouth. It’s muffled slightly behind a pacifier, but it’s still loud enough for your Keiji to wake beside you.

“Mei, my love, light of my life…” there’s a pause. “Why are you awake?” The bed shifts next to you, and it’s plenty hard to cover your laughter as it is, let alone with the causality in Keiji’s asking.

“Snack time?” The small voice peeps. There’s another pause, and this time, Keiji’s trying not to laugh, and he tries to mask such a reaction with a cough.

“N-No, baby it’s uhm…” he looks over at the clock. “It’s two in the morning, snack time’s not for a few hours now.”

“But I’m hungryyyy!” Mei whines, prompted by a ‘shhhh,’ from your husband. “Okay, okay baby, just don’t wake mommy up.”

Too late. But you appreciate the effort. With a yawn, you feel the bed lighten next to you as Keiji stands up. He grunts softly, and you assume he’s picked Mei up to speed up the process.

The rest is fairly quiet, save for the occasional laughter from your three year old and the deep voice breaking through of Keiji. You sigh and follow Keiji’s example, toeing on slippers and finally making your way out to the kitchen, shivering slightly at the cold.

“…that’s why we go to bed every night,” a drowsy voice hums from the kitchen, and you can’t help but chuckle softly at yourself.

“But that’s not what uncle Bo says!” She gasps, and you watch from the doorframe as Keiji drops his head with a defeated sigh, “yeah. Remind me to stop letting you hang out with him.”

Your hand physically comes up to cover your mouth in an attempt to keep yourself unknown, you just want to soak in the scene a little more- Keiji’s arms flex as he balances his fatigued frame against the counter, arms caging Mei while familiar blue eyes blink up at him. It’s something he does commonly to prevent her from falling, but now he just looks like he’s doing it for himself than anything.

“Uncle Bo says you n’ mommy used to be fun, but I think you’re lots of fun, daddy!”

You hear a husky chuckle slip out of Keiji’s lips, and he offers her a shrug and a sigh of exhaustion, “I appreciate that, princess. But please, finish your cereal.”

“I think you’re fun too,” you say, stifling your laughter when Keiji absolutely buckles his knees from fright, nearly collapsing to the floor while your daughter cackles with her mouth full of dry cereal. When he finally is able to recover from his folded knees, he sends you a playful glare and a shake of his head, “oh you’re such a biiii…” he stops himself at the remembrance that his child was right there, and when you cock your brow in challenge, he clears his throat. “-beautiful, loving soul, who I’m proud to call my wife.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought you said,” you grin, stalking into the kitchen and wrapping your arms around Keiji’s waist. He’s still warm from the sleep he was robbed from, and you nudge your nose against the dip in his back. “Do you want a snack too, my love?”

“Nah,” he yawns. “If I eat now, I’ll be up the rest of the night.”

“Babe,” you snort, watching your toddler put the tiny marshmallows in her cereal to one side, the actual part of cereal to another, her feet swinging softly as she does. “I think we will be, anyways.”

He sighs and drops his head in defeat, “an apple with some peanut butter, please.” You snicker again as you place a kiss to the back of his neck, finally parting to go make his snack.

And sure, tomorrow morning, when Keiji has to snooze his alarm four times, you’ll both regret this. And when you and Mei go to the grocery store, you might fall asleep on your feet as you wait in line, but that doesn’t matter now.

Because right now, there’s a little bundle of joy sat on the smooth countertop sorting her marshmallows from her cereal, and the man who helped make her so perfect stands just a few feet away, sweatpants low on his hip while he forces himself to stay awake.

And there’s not one thing you’d do to change the memory you’re making.

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Suds & Sponges || Stiles Stilinski x femReader

 Summary: Stiles does everything he can to see the cute girl at the car wash. Words: 6k Warnings: cute af stiles, he’s obsessed let’s be real, and reaallly awkward  Notes: this is a weird writing approach that i took.. it’s about Stiles’ perspective? idk?? dont hate it pls, also i started this off good and then i fkucked it up toward the end so.. sorry about that

Eyes squinted as you peered up to the sky; the blinding heat of the sun only partially blocked by your hand as it acted as a makeshift visor, your skin licked with Californian summer warmth on the parts of your body that weren’t shielded by your denim shorts or tied-front tank. The weather was utterly idyllic and served as the quintessential backdrop of your Saturday activities. Your focus was drawn toward your strawberry-blonde friend next, her hands gripping at her hips as she stood with poise, leadership strewn within her words and body language. Lydia was making sure that her senior prom fundraiser was getting underway, and as Student Body President, the girl wouldn’t accept any standard less than perfect. This explained the near army line-up of students who would be joining you in making some quick cash - some happily volunteering, others practically forced against their will by Lydia’s strength when it comes to persuasion. You, however, just couldn’t say no to some fun in the sun, or the way your friend’s doe green eyes bored into yours with the utmost pleading expression you’d ever come across.

You were all separated into small teams, and within a few minutes, were surrounded by fresh sponges and an array of water buckets. A couple of Sophomores were coaxed into standing outside of Beacon Hills High with glittery signs describing a car wash; their excitement oddly infectious as it began to draw in customers from the passersby. Several vehicles had already started a queue, and the addition of the summer hits playlist that Mason had put together had begun to sing loudly through the speakers scattered across the parking lot. 

You felt pumped as the atmosphere began to grow; the cooling temperature of the water acting as a stimulating contrast to the harshness of the sun, alongside the small chatter and laughs you shared between your teammates, Sydney and Malia. Lydia grinned wholefully and knowing that she was happy made you happy - except for the anticipated searching glances you would throw around every now and then, looking for the solid blue structure of a familiar jeep that had yet to make an appearance.

Stiles’ foot tapped anxiously against the pavement of the McCall driveway, his arms crossed tightly over his chest to prevent any further fidgeting or impatient flailing of his arms. When Scott told him that he wanted to swing by the car wash to surprise Kira, Stiles had instantly jumped into the jeep with exceptional speed after your name was thrown so casually into the conversation. He was now waiting for his friend to appear after being chastised for restlessness, Scott barely out of the shower before Stiles was rapidly beeping his horn and yelling for the boy to ‘get his ass in the car’ otherwise he was leaving without him. Ten minutes had passed, and his hand was hovering over the car horn once more before Scott skipped down his porch, an annoyed yet amused smirk pulling at his lips.

“Someone’s a little desperate.” He said, brows quirking at the gaping and inarticulate sounds Stiles was producing after being caught off-guard.

“I-I just need my car washed, dude.” The boy settled on, pulling his whisky hues away before clearing his throat. Stiles tried to ignore the snicker erupting from Scott as he rolled his eyes, body slipping hastily into the driver's seat. He just really needed his car washed, afterall.  Stiles remained silent as he peered over the console, his body twisting so that he could concentrate on reversing back onto the street. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip and Scott couldn’t hold back another laugh at the urgency written all over his best friend’s face.

“No need to rush, Kira said this thing goes all day. Unless there’s another reason why you’re so eager- ” Scott quipped, eyes focusing on the slight clench that tugged along Stiles’ jawline and how his eyes grew two sizes bigger. 

“What? I just need my car-”

“- washed, I know.” The amused tone of Scott’s voice broke through the other boy’s attempt to avert the conversation, a slight rosy blush playing upon Stiles’ cheeks as he refused to now take his eyes off the road ahead. Scott clicked his tongue, “So... this super obvious impatience has nothing to do with that fact that a particular someone is going to be helping out today?” 

The Stilinski boy’s entire face was suddenly flushed, the pink shade tickling at his neck as he fell into embarrassment. He knew that he was easy to read at times, but not this easy. Just the mere thought of you had his heart galloping, a slight sheen of anxious sweat beginning to clam up his hands, his fingers tapping an unreadable beat against the steering wheel to absentmindedly distract his zealousness. He wanted to blink and have you appear in front of him; to feel the velvet softness of your touch, hear the melodic song of your laugh, and see the bright rays of sunshine that epitomised your smile. Stiles didn’t just want you, he wanted to experience you.

Scott was watching him with fondness - he recognised that look of butterflies, how emotions played into the giddiness that would build Stiles’ whole persona when he was around you. He enjoyed seeing his friend happy, and found the utmost humour in how distracted Stiles would become just having you in the vicinity. Scott had hope for his friend, a was a firm supporter in keeping that innocent teenage love alive.

Scott watched as the town sped past the passenger side window, houses and trees blurring into one strip of ongoing colour. He couldn’t help the quirk of his lopsided grin, eyes focusing outside, although he didn’t need to look at Stiles to picture the flabbergasted expression he was about to uphold, “You should just ask her out, man. Bite the bullet. What’s the worst thing that could happen?”

“Ugh, I dunno, Scotty...” Sarcasm was heavily present now, accompanied by a breathless scoff and very evident roll of whisky eyes. Stiles allowed his words to trail as he quickly glanced to his amused friend and back to the road, “She could hear me? Laugh in my face? Say no?”

The Jeep began to slow as it reared behind a line of cars filtering into the school parking lot, the ears of the two boys perking at the faraway summer tunes in the distance. Scott sounded a small chuckle at Stiles’ atypical catastrophizing, “Riiight... and what’s the best thing?”

“We get married, have three kids, two dogs, and live in a big house with a white picket fence. I’m Sheriff and she is an Elementary school teacher and we are really fucking in love.” He hardly skipped in a beat in his reply, the words falling so effortlessly from his lips in a pragmatic tone. And if prompted, he could immediately list the names of your children and breed of dogs as if he’s lived it for the past ten years. 

“Have you thought about this already?” Scott interrupted the beginning stages of daydreaming, the other boy blinking rapidly as if he were knocked from a trance. 

Whisky hues bulged as realisation hit about what was asked, and Stiles shook his head roughly, lips pursed, “Uh, no, nope, not at all.” But the raise of Scott’s questioning brow indicated that he saw right through him, and Stiles couldn’t help but manage a large groan, hands gripping the steering wheel until knuckles were near white, “Okay, yes. Can we change the subject now?”

Silence engulfed the boys - the only sounds now falling through the open windows, loud chatter and growing tunes creating atmosphere as the Jeep rolled slowly through the queue. Stiles didn’t need Scott nudging at his side and pointing in the direction of where you were situated, as he had already clocked you from the moment he passed the threshold, the sun raining down on you as he saw an ethereal glow around your form. You had him like putty in the palm if your hand, and was completely clueless about it.

They were now next in line and Stiles’ leg wouldn’t stop shaking from the growing anticipation, Scott needing to reach out and hold it firmly down to cease the nervous habit. His little crush has easily flourished into infatuation and just knowing that you were so close was enough to brighten his day completely, but patience was not a virtue in the Stilinski boy’s book. 

The moment Stiles rolled the Jeep forward and put it in park, Scott was already slipping from the vehicle, causing Stiles to growl down to his friend, “Dude, where are you going?”

“I saw Kira when we drove in, gonna go say hi. Don’t fuck this up.” 

Stiles made a noise of complaint, nostrils slightly flaring, hands lifting into the air with an iconic flail, “Don’t fuck what up?”

With a salute and a cheeky wink in Stiles’ direction, Scott dropped his body to the tarmac below, his tone quiet enough for only the other boy to hear “Asking Y/N out, dumbass. I’ll see you later.” 

The sound of a car door slamming caught your attention as you rinsed out your allocated sponges, the chilled temperature of the water becoming a saving grace as your balmy hands were submerged within the bucket of soapy residue. You looked over your shoulder as you saw Malia welcome Scott, a smile quick to grow between your cheeks before you wiped your hands on the thighs of your shorts, skin sure to dry quickly within this weather. 

“Hey.” You called, the boy glad to reciprocate your greeting as you both neared closer. He was wearing a smirk and you couldn’t think of why, only that behind him sat Stiles in the safety of the Jeep’s cabin. Your head tilted as arms crossed over your chest, “What’s got you all smug?”

“Nothin’. Just got a feeling today’s gonna be a good day.” Scott replied, his hands slipping nonchalantly into the pockets of his cargo shorts, lopsided lips continuing to pull up into an expression of utter cheekiness. He knew something you didn’t, you thought, but chose to not play into it for now. Instead, a nod of acknowledgement was offered before you pointed in the direction of Kira. Scott sighed gently, “Thanks... hey, maybe you should go see Stiles? I think he wanted to ask you something.” 

He sounded so sure of himself as he headed away in the opposite direction, leaving you with furrowed brows of confusion and a sense of intrigue that instantly pulled your gaze to the vehicle standing before you. It took Stiles by surprise as you pulled open his passenger door, hands settling on your hips as you grinned up at him - your cheeks was mildly flushed from the heat, and your clothes clung more to your frame in the few places that had gotten wet. The look on your face screamed liveliness, along with the slight disheveledness of your hair. Caramel swirls swam as his eyes grew wider, words lost on the tip of his tongue as he drew you in; even with things slightly out of place, Stiles thought you were absolutely beautiful.

“You look hot...” Stiles trailed, eyebrows jolting up as he realised what he had said. He swallowed hard and inattentively gripped at his steering wheel, frozen as you breathed out a bashful giggle toward the tarmac below your feet. “Y-you know, b-because of the sun. Summer... summer, and, and all...” 

Your bottom lip was captured between your teeth, the flesh tugged gently as you tried to hide the way your friend’s comment seemed to resonate with you. It was no revelation that Stiles was hardly a smooth-talker, but even you couldn’t help the fact that his cumbersome way of words was so inevitably endearing. 

Your body gently lent against the frame of the open door, head tilted to the side before you offered a tender smile, “Scott said you wanted to ask me something?”

“Well, I-I...” The stuttering returned in the form of surprise, your comment throwing him off guard, in left field, under the bus. He was unsure how to reply regardless of the fact that he knew damn well what he wanted to say. Words collected on his tongue and they refused to leap, leaving Stiles in a predicament. You didn’t try to push him, instead raising a brow in softened confusion, an indicator for him to continue. All that the boy could do was gulp, his adam’s apple bobbing before he released a nervous chuckle, “I was wondering if, if you’d... you know.. if you’d like to, if you’d wanna... give Roscoe a good ol clean...” 

Stiles internally cringed - he was sure that he might have possibly externally cringed, as well. He watched through a slightly squinted view as now both of your brows rose, bafflement so evidently present in your eyes. It was unexpected, yet not entirely abnormal for the Stilinski boy. 

“I mean, yeah, that’s why I’m here.” You answered, trying to pull away from the questioning tone that was desperate to nip at your response. You shone another grin before closing the car door, your lips falling the moment he was out of view. You hated the feeling of hopefulness; the exhilaration and anticipation was nothing compared to the deflated aftermath that would often follow. You couldn’t even tell if he was happy to see you and it was starting to put a damper on your mood.

The sound of your name broke you from your bubble of thought, Sydney and Malia standing in front of you with cleaning supplies ready and questioning gazes of their own. It was a brisk decision to brush off your strange encounter with Stiles, instead focusing your energy on fulfilling your duties for the day and experiencing a little fun alongside your friends. Maybe he just didn’t feel the same butterflies you so often homed in your stomach.

Stiles sunk deep into the driver’s seat, his hands gripping at his face as they muffled the long and pained groan that he released the moment you disappeared from his sight. He had one job, and it was to ask you out. A handful of words, a quick sentiment. It would have been over and done by now but he lost whatever ‘cool’ he had left, and now he was paying the consequences by chastising himself in the seclusion of the Jeep.

Stiles’ head bounced back gently against the worn plush of the seat before pushing out a mellowing sigh between his teeth. He couldn’t help the anxiesties that began to flutter in his mind - worried if he blew it, scared that he turned you off for good. He hastily pulled out his phone, fingers hovering over an open message conversation with Scott as he tried to think what to say. He mumbled a quiet ‘fuck it’ under his breath before allowing his thumbs to spill word vomit into a text; hashing out his insecurities as he explained how the impromptu plan failed miserably. All that he got in reply from his large paragraph block of text was a simple ‘you’re an idiot’ from Scott’s end. For once, Stiles Stilinski agreed.

Ten minutes or so passed before Stiles could finally hear some sort of clarity from the ceased rinse cycle of the hose, his eyes opening to be met with a spotless windscreen. He slowly pushed himself into an upright position in time to see you talking to Malia, a smile finally returning between your cheeks, and Stiles could’ve sworn that if he stared for much longer than he’d be sinking back down into that seat in the form of a loved-up puddle. And he almost did, if it wasn’t for his passenger door opening and Scott making his way back beside his friend. 

The boy laughed, “Dude, pick up your jaw.” He said to Stiles, observing just how intense the infatuation was really becoming. Stiles fumbled as he broke from his entrancement, his throat coughing as he cleared it to cover up his brief moment of rapt focus. He could feel Scott’s glare burn into the side of his skull - an odd concoction of amused disappointment at how he so easily messed up such a simple task.

“Don’t.” Stiles said, simply, his teeth gritted and tone offering a soft warning. 

“ I didn’t say anything - ” 

“Okay! I know I fucked it up, I know!” He continued, groaning again, his head falling back to the headrest as large hands covered his face once more. His voice was obstructed, yet Scott could make out the tiniest of details - something along the lines of how Stiles was planning on running away to another country and changing his name.

A small knock against the driver’s side door caused the nervous boy to suddenly jump, even more so when he saw you glancing up at him from the other side. The window was quickly wound down before he smiled - a grin that was very highly-strung, yet he couldn’t help but show happiness as you looked toward him with those bright eyes. 

“I can promise you that Roscoe’s looking like a brand new car.” Your voice was airy, trying to feign a tone that didn’t express the mild discontent that you were still feeling. You heard as Scott chuckled in the background, a comment made about how you have yet to see the five rolls of duct tape holding the engine together, before Stiles reached behind him with a soft blow to his friend’s bicep.

Lanky fingers were quick to fumble around in his pocket before pulling out a folded bill of cash, a much appreciated contribution toward Lydia’s fundraising goal. You accepted it was another smile, pink shades poking the tip of your nose as you said a quiet thanks in return.

An awkward silence began to set in as you suddenly found your entangled fingers an interesting distraction, Stiles stealing glances toward you as he picked at loose threads on the hem of his tee. It was driving Scott crazy. “Thanks again for the wash, Y/N. We’ll see you around.” He called out over Stiles’ shoulder, hand raised in a wave as he tried to push some life back into the gawky tension. You immediately reciprocated his sentiment, showcasing the splendour that always managed to draw Stiles to your eyes, and the benevolence that built up the smiling curl of your lips.

Stiles had never wanted to stay at and leave a place so bad in his life.

“I should’ve just said it, right? When we were leaving... I should’ve just asked her... right?” This was the third time that Stiles had brought up this topic since he and Scott left the parking lot of the School. Indecision was clawing at him and fuelling anxieties that will surely play on his mind for at least another twelve months. Minimum. 

Scott sighed for the third time, too, his head lolling to the side to look at the straightened figure beside him, “There’s always next time, man. You’ll find another reason to talk to her.” 

Stiles’ lips curled in as he pondered numerous scenarios; scenes flashing through his mind like a video on fast forward, considering when would be the perfect time to just ask you out. But Stiles Stilinski wasn’t much for predetermined plans when in this headspace, choosing to impulsively turn the jeep around on the empty road and head for the Preserve, not much more than a five minute drive away. 

Scott’s eyebrow quirked, his tone questioning, “What’re you up to?” 

“Just doing what you said. Finding another reason to talk to her.”  

Scott never anticipated that he’d find himself some time after staring at his friend as they stood in front of the Jeep, a look of incredulity forming the purse of his lips and furrowing of his brows. They were alone and luckily shrouded by a canopy of trees, blocking out the heat from the sun. Scott opened his mouth before closing it, the action continual as he tried to come to terms with what Stiles just asked. “Can you repeat that? Not sure I heard you right.”

“I said...” Stiles announciated, reaching down to grasp a handful of the earth's soil, “Throw dirt on my car.” 

So, Scott did hear him right, the gentle chocolate hues of his eyes widening significantly as Stiles hurled his handful of dirt across the hood of the Jeep. The iconic sky blue shade quickly turned to a murky grey as more dirt was piled on, but Scott remained standing back in confusion. It wasn’t until Stiles ushered him again, that he eventually lent down to grasp at his own handful.

 The intentions were well, but the moment Stiles heard loud clinking sounds, his head immediately spun to face his friend and you’d think from afar that the world was ending there and then.

“Scott, dude... the rocks!” Stiles yelped, a whine slipping next from his lips as he leapt to his hood, checking for damage. Fingers carefully treading over any possible dints, his voice now hoarse as whispered words were spoken under bated breath, the softened force blowing dust specks into the air, “Not the paintwork, don’t scratch the paintwork...” 

Eyes could not have been rolled back further before hands were held high in defence, Scott taking gentle footsteps backwards in time with his chuckles of disbelief, “You’re completely insufferable.” 

And the Stilinski boy was. His mind was running a million miles per second, hyperactivity busying his thoughts and playing upon all emotions. Stiles felt like a ticking time bomb, yet held so much placidness at the same time - a conflict that he was yet to decipher. He so easily scolded himself for his indecisiveness, but just seeing your face as he briefly closed his eyes reminded him that there was a suchness in being contented. There was a reason, a way, and he desperately needed that light that you shone so benevolently to finally ground him.

With a huff and shake of his head, Stiles stood back to his full height, lips managing to pull into a smirk toward the other boy, “Just a bit more dirt, Scotty, and we’ll try a take two. I’ll get it right this time.” 

You didn’t expect to turn around and be faced with a familiar front bumper, leading up into a dusty grey-toned vehicle that looks as if it’d been driven full throttle through a sandstorm. Your brows rose as you treaded a few steps over the heated tarmac, the back of your band absentmindedly lifting to wipe at the sweat gathering on your forehead from the midday sun. You couldn’t help the breathless laugh that fell from you when you saw that the window to the driver’s seat had already been wound down, as if the driver himself was expecting you to pay visitation to his side again.

You lent up as far as you could until your arms were just able to sit within the space of the missing window, your chin leaning on top of them as they crossed. Your throat hummed, “What’d you guys do to all our hard work?” 

Stiles snickered sheepishly as his own arm was thrown behind his head, pink shades playing upon his cheeks, “I don’t know, we just, ya know... found it like this...” 

Scott nearly choked on air at the poor excuse.

“You found Roscoe like this?” You spoke with yet another question, somewhat intrigued with where this story could take you, and how Stiles’ typical knack of overdramatizing would feed the recount, “And what do you think may have happened for the Jeep to look like it took a nap in a garden bed?” 

“Dirt... storm?” He mentally slapped himself as the words left the tip of his tongue. Not only could he feel Scott sliding with immense embarrassment down the passenger-side seat, but he could also see the way the cogs tried to turn in your head with no avail to comprehend what he was saying. He cleared his throat before attempting to reiterate his reasoning, “Like a gust of wind, big gust, full of... dirt, super windy. S-super... super dirt-y...” 

You tried to ignore the loud snort of amusement stemming from an eavesdropping Malia, her gaze focused on rinsing out rags and sponges only a few feet away from you. She had nearly finished the preparation for round two of cleaning Stiles’ car and it prompted you to push out your lips as you slowly nodded along to his story, “Right, sure. Well... if you need me - us “ You were quick to correct yourself, coughing to cover the slip up, “Us... we’ll just be out here, washing the Jeep, again.” 

The second you stepped back, the window went up, and Scott practically numbed his friend’s arm from the bellowing punch he threw his way. He groaned as fingers pinched at the bridge of his nose, muttering a frustrated ‘unbelievable’ to his lap. All that Stiles had to do was keep his cool - but he was acting just as thickly as the summer air outside.

Scott eventually peered to the side, capturing Stiles’ stiff posture and widened appalled eyes. Stiles spoke with a raspy throat, “Don’t you even think about commenting on what the fuck just happened.” 

But Scott couldn’t help it; gentle laughter pushing first through his nose before it was tangled among his amused words, “Dirt storm? Really?” 

You finally felt relief as the harshness of the sun settled behind the body of the school; a saving grace that was much needed after the balmy exposure you found yourself within all day. The changing position of the sun meant that the afternoon was nearing dusk, and that meant that your day of work was nearly over. Yours was among a handful of other bodies that had gathered for a brief chat in-between customers, an array of stories and gossip shared until you were eventually broken away by the sound of your name.

Looking back over to where your team was stationed, your eyes grew to the size of saucers. Malia was in astonishment, gesturing toward that too-familiar Jeep as it rolled up to the spot that was practically theirs by now. You’d never have thought that you would be seeing these boys so many times in one day; yet here you were, wandering back up to the same window to be met by that same stupidly cute boy, with the hopes that he’d entertain you with yet another fashioned explanation.

You didn’t even have to a speak a word before Stiles was pouring out an excuse, his hands adding expression as they flailed helplessly around him within the small space of the cabin, “You should’ve seen it, Y/N, Scott’s drink just... it flew right outta his hands, right, and all over the bonnet. It was wild. Just totally... totally out of nowhere... you know... so... so crazy...” 

Your voice was filled with mirth as you mimicked him, head nodding in acknowledgement, “So crazy.” 

The faint scent of strawberry milkshake filled the air as you peeked over the the car’s front, a large splatter now meeting your gaze and it made you sigh in hilarity. You were confused, but still found your meet-ups mildly endearing. 

What Stiles refrained to tell you was that he offered to by Scott lunch as compensation for his erratic behaviour, only to grow impulsive when he discovered another reason to find himself back at the car wash. He had plucked the drink and lent out of the car window, the beverage raining down onto the hood as Scott’s expression dropped into the utmost despair. He was getting more desperate, yet it only enraged the anxiety knotting his stomach.

You showed cheekiness as you held your hand out, awaiting another ten dollar bill before the cleaning commenced. The corners of your eyes wrinkled as you smiled widely, head only slightly tipped to the side, “Pay up, Stilinski. I’m not doing shit until you place a pretty Hamilton on my palm. I’m also accepting tips.” You winked his way, proud as you watched his head shake as a small laugh left his lip, and two bills were handed to you with no hesitation. 

You bit your lip, head shaking as you gave one back to the boy, “I was joking.” You explained. More like, you were flirting, but even then Stiles huffed that he wanted you to keep it. For the fundraiser. 

Stiles looked at you with all the adoration in the world - caramel eyes gleaming in the afternoon light as they softened over your face, able to easily fall into a daze as he smiled drunkingly at you. The butterflies quickly returned as they fluttered in your stomach, and it made your heart race and chest fill with warmth. You were chuffed. He made you chuffed. You own cheeks were flushing with a pink hue before you took a chance, hope-filled that he was feeling the same as you, “Is there anything else you need me for before I go?”

You were giving him the opportunity. You were throwing him a life-line and he knew it. It was right in front of him and he could grasp it and hold it close to his thumping heart if he really wanted to - but the boy was frozen. Words refused to push past his lips. His body stopped working. His palms were clamming up and Scott swore that Stiles had stopped breathing for a short moment. 

His voice was uncharacteristically quiet as he was losing his courage, eventually finishing on another half-assed response, “Just... you’re doing a great job. Five stars.” 

You patted at the sill of the car window, mouth curling in as you looked away. Disappointment flooded you once again, and you had to remind yourself why you shouldn’t grow hopeful. 

It also reminded Stiles that he didn’t like to see you as anything but your usual epitome of sunshine. 

“No. No way.” Hands were situated firmly on her hips as Lydia stood in the entryway to the Beacon Hills High parking lot. Stiles had rubbed god-only-knows what on his car and was back to see you again, but she wasn’t having any of it. 

“Oh, come on, Lydia. Do you know how much I’ve contributed to this stupid Prom thing today? Just let me in.” He whined, earning himself an exhausted chuckle from Scott beside him. 

She didn’t budge, and she wouldn’t. Lydia remained standing her ground with a neutral expression, her eyes only heeding a warning as her perfectly sculpted brow rose to challenge him. “I know exactly how much you’ve contributed. You’ve been here like, once an hour.” 

“He’s trying to ask Y/N out.” Scott added as he ducked his head out of his window, voice laced with tiredness from his fractured day. 

Green eyes rolled at the admission, fingers tensing as they wiggled over her shirt. She looked bored, and it made it easier for the smallest tone of judgement to wrap within her words, “I don’t think getting the girl you’re crushing on to wash your car all day is a good way to ask her out.” 

Another strong punch to Stiles’ arm made him yip loudly as Scott stared at him, his eyes deep screaming out that he was unimpressed. His voice was low and scolding, “I fucking told you so, you idiot.” 

Brown locks fell as Stiles’ head dropped to the rim of his steering wheel, a guttural groan echoing loudly around him. He wasn’t happy with himself, and if you weren’t so damn captivating, then he might have given up quicker. But he won’t, because he’s Stiles, and giving up isn’t a thing that he’s ever known to do. He was overly hyperactive, spontaneous, and strong-headed but he never was one to quit. Especially when it came to the cute girl at the car wash.

“Are you gonna let me in, Lyds?” He begged, tone defeated as he stared at the strawberry-blonde with wide pleading eyes. She clicked her tongue as she considered thought, her facade still not showing even the tiniest crack. Eventually, she stepped aside with a knowing look - another warning, a promise that if this didn’t end well then she’d show off what her anger truly entails. It was seen within her piercing eyes and protective scowl, truly terrifying when you’re found to be on the receiving end.

Stiles didn’t bother driving all the way up, opting to walk over instead with hands buried into the depths of his denim pockets to hide the nervous fiddling of his lanky fingers. He felt the dissipation of pressure when he noticed that you were alone, and the setting sun emitting a halo of light that framed you perfectly. If this wasn’t a sign, then he didn’t know what was.

He swallowed quickly, mouth suddenly dry as he lapped at his lips. This felt too surreal, like he was floating through a dream and that his body was filled with instant warmth as you looked over your shoulder and smiled at him. 

“Hey, you. No car?” You asked, showing off a full toothy grin as your hands clasped behind your back. Little did Stiles know that you too were nervously playing with your fingers.

He smiled back, speaking honestly for the first time today as he stopped only a feet or two away from you, “Didn’t really wanna hide behind it anymore.”

 It was easier to see him now that he was close enough to touch; soft brown freckles much more evident across his skin as they glowed in the afternoon light, a beautiful contrast to the dark moles that splayed constellations beside his cheeks. His eyes grew golden and you could practically taste the caramel shade that radiated so mesmerizingly from them. He was much more vulnerable as he stood with buried hands and a bashful boyish smile that made you feel weak.  

He was so gentle and you couldn’t hold back.

“Did you wanna go out sometime? I mean - “ You laughed nervously, and Stiles couldn’t have found it any more adorable if he tried, “I like you. I know it sounds so totally middle school to say that, but I do. You make my knees weak, and my heart race, and i get these... these butterflies - “

“In your stomach? And it makes you feel weird, kinda sick but in a good way? The butterflies feel good?” He interjected, unable to hold back now that he had seen your feelings laying on the line. 

Yout bit your lip, nodding in agreement, “Exactly. It’s like... a good nervous. A perfect kind of nervous. You make me smile and I swear I can feel my chest swell with so much happiness, it’s crazy.” 

Stiles raised an eyebrow, “So crazy?” 

“Yeah, so crazy.” You wanted to reach over and slap his arm from repeating your earlier words, his tone just as mocking, but it only showed you that everything you did meant just as much to him, as he did to you.

“I wanted to tell you all day... fuck, I like you too. Probably a little too much. That probably is probably a definitely... definitely a definitely - “ He hummed as he stopped to think to himself, getting lost for a short moment before the gentle touch of your hand was felt against his cheek, and Stiles could have melted to the ground right there and then.

You had to gulp down as you locked eyes with the boy, their doe-like appearance prompting your bottom lip to catch between your teeth again, “I definitely like you a little too much, too, Stiles.” 

With careful movements, his hand raised to sit tenderly over your hold, and he was hoping that you weren't able to hear the hammering of his loving heart against the caging of his chest. 

Stiles eventually released a breath he didn’t know he was holding, the sigh sounding content and pleased, “Burgers?” 

You nodded in reply before your tone was laced in amusement, “Only if you promise not to throw my shake at your car.” 

“I don’t know, if it means I get to see the cute car wash girl again, then maybe that’s a promise I’ve gotta break.” 

#dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien x reader #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinski fic #stiles stilinski imagine #dylan o'brien fic #dylan o'brien imagine #teen wolf #teen wolf x reader

[the-fluff-piece]

For the now closed follower milestone event!

Also check my other stuff:

Stories and headcanons

I had a dream... + zoro + sexy for @plainsulla

Sorry for only getting around to finishing the milestone requests now! I am just no good at writing when I am stressed and it's too hot and I don't want to post a story I feel is absolute garbage...

so I hope you like:

Dream Girl

Zoro is a great sleeper, he has so much practice at it. So of course it throws him completely off balance when he begins to lose control of his dreams. Content: Zoro dreams sexy dreams about you and flirts aggressively. Contains sexy scenes but no smut

Zoro fought viciously. He watched his blades cut through the waves of faceless enemies with deadly precision and force. Sweat dripping from his bare chest, jaws already aching from holding his third sword. Go further. The hallway was lined with wano-style shoji doors, it seemed to stretch endlessly. He pressed on, towards his goal.

A big enemy, swinging a Hammer - no match for Zoro's speed or strength. A swift cut - the Hammer fell together with his master. Heaving, he let his swords slip back into their sheaths, a good fight.

The door directly ahead of him was painted with flowers and waterfalls. He opened them, finding a sweet surprise behind. A mass of concubines was giggling and already clinging to him, praising his strength with high, female voices.

"We have a gift for you" they cooed and led him to a large room, empty but for a mass of pillows in its centre. He almost drooled as he saw who lay there: y/n was seductively posing in the soft cushions, her eyelids heavy, her mouth painted red as blood. She wore an ornate kimono, the obi bound in front - like a whore would wear it. Not like it actually covered her body, it hung off her shoulders and a wide gap in the middle revealed the sweet space between her soft breasts, her belly. Knowing how to tease him, she had clamped her legs shut, blocking the sight he craved.

Pushed and encouraged by the concubines, Zoro practically flew on top of her and pinned her arms above her head, growling like an animal, licking his lips.

She moaned like he was already inside her. Zoro was as horny as he never was before.

He awoke shaken by lust and his own bucking hips - and his face on the floor. It took him a few seconds to realise that he had fallen out of his hammock. He groggily sat up, still absolutely randy. What was he dreaming about? It was stupid hot, he was sure, but the specifics already dwindled. He stumbled into the bathroom to finnish what his dream had started and get a clear head again.

But even as he sat down for breakfast, he still couldn't shake the weird feeling he had.

Bent over his tea and a sandwich, his mind grasped at the bits and pieces he could remember. Wano country? He fought. It happened a lot in his dreams. Mhm, concubines! That happened sometimes. But there was a bit more. As he dug in his own head for the memory that made him feel like a horny teenager, someone sat down opposite him.

"Morning y/nnaaaaaaaaa" he tried to greet his crewmate, but as soon as he looked in her face, he remembered with an uncomfortable clarity. His price, in a slutty outfit, there for him to take. As the memory of the dream returned, crashing is self control, his mouth stopped receiving orders and he almost chocked on a piece of bread. He coughed so loudly Chopper hurried to him and patted his back softly with his litttle hoof.

"Zoro, breathe!" the deer gave him his expert opinion as Zoro waved him off and got a grasp on himself.

He never looked much at women, unless they had swords to fight him, and especially he swore to never look at his crewmates this way to avoid complications. But right now, he couldn't tear his eye off her, staring, as bite by bite, her breakfast disappeared into her mouth. It had been red in his dream, but just as seductive with its natural shade.

When she spoke to Usopp, laughing at one of his stupid stories, Zoro had to swallow, he was reminded of that maddening moan from his dream that literally kicked him out of bed.

Fuck, she is absolutely cute, Zoro thought, chewing his breakfast. Remembering his past interactions with her, he realised that he felt most comfortable around her out of all the crew, maybe even more than with Luffy. She was always patient when he got lost, she was impressed by his skill, she tended to his wounds and thanked him when he had fought for her. And she laughed at his jokes, sometimes when no one else seemed to even notice them.

The more he thought about it, the clearer it became: he actually did think about her like a prize he won for fighting. When he had been absolutely out after his encounter with Kuma, she had taken great care of him, making him feel warm and safe.

No use in denying it anymore. He had a thing for her.

Fuck, he thought.

Fuckfuck, his mind repeated.

"I cannot fucking deal with this"he thought while wolfing down breakfast without really tasting it.

You

Full day ahead of you - you promised Nami to take care of her trees for today and than you wanted to help Chopper catalogue his herbs.

With your shears in hand, you got to work. There was a branch that would grow inward, possibly making the tree crown too dense, so you stretched and stretched to reach it without having to use the ladder. It was just out of reach, but suddenly moved towards you and you could grab it. You looked up - a scar and a light blue eye looked back down at you.

"Hey Zoro, thank you for helping me!" you thanked the swordsman. He was towering over you and could reach the higher parts with ease. He was also standing less than an inch behind you, so when you looked up your head almost bumped into his chest. Usually he respected other people's private space a bit more.

"No problem!" he answered and smiled. "Need me to grab anything else?" He asked, and swallowed as he realised that it sounded suggestive.

"No, not really" you told him - and lost your balance as you looked up at him and tried to turn around at the same time. He caught you with ease around your waist and brought you up against his chest, causing you to face him.

You were just catching your breath as his eyes grew heavy-lidded and his face came nearer.

His lips hovered above yours for a second, so close you could almost taste them, before he suddenly jerked his head back like he was burned.

You managed a small "thank you" and he let you down, looking flustered.

And things didn't get much better from here. He followed you around like a puppy, the whole day, growling at any crewmates that tried to communicate with you - except the girls and Chopper.

He grumpily sat beside you at dinner and looked like he could kill Sanji when he brought you an extra treat.

After dinner, he disappeared with a bottle of sake and it took you some time to find him huddled in a corner on deck, well on his way to getting drunk.

"Zoro, what's wrong with you today?" You demanded to know.

"Nuffin'" He mumbled, not looking at you.

"Following me all day and starting fights with the others is so unlike you, that's not nothing. What's wrong?" You asked again, bending down to look at his face.

"Nothing!" He shouted aggressively.

"I am not leaving until you tell me!" You stated your point again. You've had it with him.

"So you wann know?" He asked, clearly upset.

"Yes." You answered.

"You wanted it..." he said and took a step toward you, grabbing zur chin.

"It's you" He said, "you're doing this to me. I cannot deal with this right now..."

"I didn't to ANY-"your beginning protest is drowned by Zoro's greedy lips, practically eating you up. You felt a moan rumbling through his throat as he pressed you closer against his chest.

After an enticing moment that felt like an eternity, he let you go, panting and challenged you with a look.

His handsome face was red, his eye glinting, as he licked his lips as if he wanted to taste you once more.

"Now you know" he stated, studying your face.

"I can't fucking deal with this" you blurted out as you realised that everything has changed between you.

His shoulders started to shake - a deep laugh burst out of him.

"Me neither!" he chuckled. It was infectious and you had to laugh, too.

"Let's not deal with this, ever" he said, still laughing.

"Nah, let's not" you chimed in.

For a moment, you enjoyed the shared laughter, but as soon as it subsided, a nerve-wrecking silence fell over you. He nervously rubbed the back of his head as you stared at your shoes.

You kind of feared that this was it - case closed. As you looked up, you could barely brace yourself for impact again as he fell upon you, pinning you to the deck of the going merry.

"Not. Dealing. With. This" he breathed, his words immediately betrayed by his mouth as he devoured yours once again.

So yeah, that's you and Zoro not dealing with shit

#one piece fanfiction #one piece x you #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro #zoro roronoa #one piece zoro #zoro #op zoro #zoro x you #zoro x y/n #zoro x female reader #odp follower event

[svltzmans]

jealousy, jealousy - h.m.

a/n: this was a request but i switched it up a little to be even more gay i hope anon doesn't mind 😙 enjoy pals

warnings: smut (18+), possessive language, dominant! hope, dirty talk (this is kinda short but so filthy i apologize), hope and reader aren't in an established relationship (but they are in a casual one ofc)

y/n throws a punch, focusing on the bag in front of her being held by none other than penelope park.

"c'mon, y/n, harder," penelope chants, smirking at the implications of those words.

y/n and penelope had been friendly for some time, even though it had always been clear penelope had more explicit intentions.

it wasn't until the two had started boxing together that their interactions started getting a lot more intimate. penelope's "encouragement" was only a small part of it.

y/n would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy the attention. penelope was hot, and she was single. it worked for her.

when her and penelope switch so the dark haired girl can take a few swings, she notices someone standing in the doorway out of the corner of her eye.

it's hope mikaelson, and she looks almost irate.

pausing her workout, penelope returns the energy hope radiates.

"what, you need the bag, mikaelson?" she sneers, continuing to jab with her gloved hands.

"don't need the bag when you're standing right there."

"wow, i'm wounded. what did i ever do to you?" penelope's sarcasm gets under hope's skin, as much as she tries to ignore it.

y/n just watches as the two witches argue, debating whether to intervene or not.

penelope had somehow found out that hope and y/n had been hooking up, and ever since she had been making it her mission to make hope seethe with jealousy.

it seemed that she had accomplished her mission, walking out of the room seemingly unbothered, leaving hope angrily standing in the middle of the gym.

"what was that all about?" y/n tries to break the ice, dissolving the awkward silence that had fallen between them.

"sometimes i feel like she's trying to piss me off."

"why's that?"

"because she doesn't like that you're mine, y/n."

"hope, i can train with whoever i wan-"

hope interrupts y/n's sentence by pushing her against the wall of the gym, kissing her roughly and grabbing any part of y/n she can reach.

when hope pulls away, she's already lifted y/n off her feet and started carrying her in the direction of her room.

"lay down, y/n," hope commands, and y/n is quick to oblige. despite the unofficial status of her and hope's relationship, she likes the feeling of belonging to someone. especially when that someone is as intoxicating as hope mikaelson.

hope practically rips y/n's training shorts off, leaving her in her boxers and sports bra.

"such a beautiful girl. and all mine, yeah?" hope teases, running a finger down y/n's bare stomach.

"you'll have to prove that last part," she responds, wanting to push hope to her limit.

"you're just asking for it now," hope whispers, moving her finger from y/n's stomach to the hem of her boxers.

hope is quick to dip her hand underneath, ever so lightly touching y/n.

"more," y/n manages to mewl, pushing her hips upwards in hopes of more contact.

hope withdraws her hand completely.

"if you want me to fuck you, you have to listen. by the time i'm done with you you'll know exactly who you belong to, and it's sure as hell not penelope park. do i make myself clear?" hope snaps, practically growling as she speaks.

y/n simply nods, preparing herself for the desperation she's about to feel.

"good," hope simply replies before continuing, gradually picking up speed and adding pressure.

y/n's a mess, grabbing hold of the sheets and trying to keep herself quiet.

it's then that hope plunges her ring and middle finger into y/n, and all hopes of quiet are quickly abandoned.

"god, fuck," is all she can manage, hope rapidly bringing her to the brink of orgasm.

"h-hope, gonna cum," y/n manages, losing her breath as she speaks.

hope slows down, making eye contact with the writhing girl below her.

"who do you belong to, y/n?"

"what?"

"you heard me. who do you belong to?"

"i-"

"who gets to touch you like this? make you feel good like this?"

"you, hope. always you. please just-"

hope picks up the pace again, and it's not long before y/n falls over the edge, holding back a scream.

coming down from her high, she looks at hope with lovestruck eyes.

"am i really yours? like, your girlfriend?"

hope laughs, running her fingers through y/n's hair.

"i thought i would have to yell at you for you to pick up on how much i like you."

"just wait until penelope hears about this," y/n giggles, earning an affectionate push on the arm from her newly official girlfriend.

#hope mikaelson imagine #hope mikaelson x fem reader #hope mikaelson #hope mikaelson x reader #wlw #legacies #legacies x reader

[mimiii-3]

Hello! I hope your exams went well 😊

Could I please request Ace, Deuce, Leona and Riddle reacting to you not giving them a goodbye kiss before bed.

Like they’re dropping you off at Ramshackle and is waiting for you to kiss them goodbye before they head back to their dorm but the reader is just like “thanks bby see you tomorrow 😊” and makes a move to leave?

- Rose Anon

Hi Rose Anon! My exams did go well - thanks for asking! Ahhh this idea is so cute

Twst boys react to reader not giving them a goodnight kiss

Note/warning: gn reader, funny, fluff, kissing, mentions of arson, malleus makes a guest appearance, reader has on lipstick for Deuce’s hcs

Extra note: I’m adding Epel to the request

. . .

- At ramshackle dorm -

*Prefect decides to tease their boyfriend by not giving them a goodnight kiss on purpose*

You: Thanks for dropping me off! I’ll see you tomorrow, baby!

. . .

Riddle

• immediately grows red

• pouty baby mode: activated

• in his shock, you had already entered ramshackle and closed the door

• Riddle rapidly knocks on the door until he can hear you unlocking it from the other side

• when you open the door you find him standing there with his fists balled up at his sides

• ‘did you forget something?’

• you pretend to have no clue what he’s talking about and shake your head

• Riddle sighs before leaning forward and delicately pressing his lips to the corner of yours

• he turns to leave, thinking you’re mad at him and that’s why you didn’t initiate the goodnight kiss

• you grab Riddle by his uniform’s collar and pull him back to you

• before he can ask you what’s wrong, you kiss him so passionately it knocks the air out of his lungs

• Riddle stands there with a dumbstruck look on his face before clearing his throat and readjusting his tie

“I would very much like for that to be the new goodnight kiss. So long as no one is watching us.”

Leona

• ‘not on my watch’

• he quickly sticks his foot in the door before you can close it all the way

• you gasp in shock and quickly swing open the door

• before you can scold him for putting himself in harms way, Leona leads you through the doorway

• he maintains eye contact with you as he kicks the door shut

• you can’t help but step backwards as your boyfriend saunters over to you

• your back hits up against the wall and you freeze

• Leona places his forearm on the wall, right above your head

• he leans in close and stares at you with his signature look that’s a mix of predator and prince

• you nervously gulp and lean forward to give him a kiss

• he jerks his head back, dodging your lips

• catching onto his game, you whine impatiently

• he clicks his teeth and a smug smirk makes it’s way onto his unbearably handsome face

“Aw does my poor, little herbivore want a kiss? Give me one good reason why I should indulge you.”

Ace

• throws a fit right after you close the door

• ‘fine! Two can play this game!’

• Ace huffs and then turns away, stomping down the porch steps

• you feel bad for your fussy boyfriend and open the door to call out to him

• he ignores you and continues to walk away

• your roll your eyes and speed-walk after him

• you finally catch up to him and grab his shoulder to turn him around

• you explain that it was a joke but it’s too late

• Ace starts his speech about how he loves you more and you think he’s a loser

• Ace = #1 gaslighter in nrc

• you completely tune him out as you watch the way his lips move with every word

• his rambling is cut off by you pressing your lips to his

“I forgive you but if you ever ‘forget’ my goodnight kiss again, I will burn ramshackle to the ground.”

Epel

• Epel does not play

• if it weren’t for Vil’s hour-long lecture earlier, he might’ve humored you

• but right now he’s tired and needs his goodnight kiss

• you don’t even get a chance to turn around before Epel reaches out and grabs you by the hips

• he moves closer to you and wraps his arms around you

• Epel licks his lips and then tilts his head

• you stand there in shock, not used to this initiative-driven Epel

• your lips connect with his and it’s like everything around you just disappears

• you’re not sure how long the two of you were standing there before you hear someone clear their throat

• you part from Epel to find Malleus standing near the gate, awkwardly staring at his feet

• you suddenly remember that you were supposed to take a walk with him

• Epel rubs his thumb over your bottom lip and then turns to leave

“Night hun’. Sorry Malleus, they’re all yours now.”

Deuce

• screams ‘wait’ so dramatically he sounds like a melancholy sailor’s wife calling out to her husband at the port

• you try to stifle your laugh as you watch him nervously shift his weight

• you lean forward and kiss the tip of his nose

• Deuce flushes and mutters a small ‘more’

• you cup his cheeks and start to leave sloppy, wet kisses all over his face

• his laugh is contagious and you can’t help but snicker in between kisses

• you pull back to admire your handiwork

• there are crimson kiss marks all over his pale face

• he looks like a lovestruck idiot as he sways a bit

• you leave one last kiss on his forehead before asking him if that’s enough

• Deuce shakes his head and points to his lips

• you relent and finally peck him on the lips

• a satisfied Deuce wraps you in his arms and rocks the two of you back and forth

“I know I was supposed to be dropping you off to study, but can I come in and cuddle you instead?

. . .

Note: this was super fun to write. I love them all so much

#twisted wonderland #headcanon #twst headcanons #fanfic #fanfiction #leona kingscholar #twst leona #twst ace #ace trappola #twst riddle #riddle rosehearts #twst deuce #deuce spade #twst epel #epel felmier

[baka-bakeneko]

Cottontail - Wade Wilson

Wade Wilson x AFAB Bunny!Reader a/n: thank you anon for the request, i hope i did it justice. bunny boy go boof. if you saw this ish before it was finished, no you didn't. wc: 2.64k tags: Minors DNI, NSFW, comic version Wade Wilson, bunny person reader, bunny-like attributes, comic-canon violence, mercenary work, going into heat, dry-humping, br33ding kink, doggy-style (or is it bunny-style for this one? 🤔), oatmeal creampie, wittle bit of aftercare synopsis: you know how Lola Bunny from og Space Jam hated being called 'doll'? That's Jack with 'bunny'. Wade is just a bunny chaser.

A lot of fellow headhunters called you Lucky, if only for your trick footing. Not so much luck but more the speed and agility you gained from being the wacked-up experiment you were.

Not that your doctor was a true Frankenstein, but the man turned you into a bunny girl. Plain and simple.

Walking into the bar, you set your card on the counter before Weasel. He eyed the object under your soft, furry fingertips then sweeped up the card to deposit behind the counter. "Getting better, eh, Bunny?"

You narrowed your eyes at the tender, tapped your fingers on the worn-in laminate before producing your claws. "What'd you call me?"

He reeled back, offered you a drink he'd been working on for a minute. "Jack Rabbit, sorry."

Weasel presented the glass before you with a slightly eager grin. "I name this after you."

You glanced down at the drink, dull brown in a whiskey glass. "Looks like whiskey."

"But it packs a punch, like you."

You grabbed the glass, tapping your clear claws to it before bringing it to your lips for a swig. At the same time of downing your glass, another headhunter passed behind you, taking a tug at your signature cottontail.

Your foot reeled up and kicked hard at the person's waist, sending them across the room and into the pool table. Slamming the glass down, you turned and stared at the person you'd sent backwards.

"You touch my tail?" You hissed at the skinny mercenary bracing the pool table.

Your kick had caught him off-guard, but the grimace on his face was unwavering. "And if I did? What're you gonna do, little bunny?"

You sneered back at the man, reaching for your waistband and producing a throwing knife. Tossing it in his direction, you clipped into his fingers as they gripped the edge of the pool table.

"What'd you call me?" You ran up at the man, grabbing onto his lapel and folding him backwards onto the table. You raised a fist at him, waiting for his retraction but he only grinned menacingly.

"Call you 'Hare Trigger' for the quick hostility," he taunted, glancing across the table for someone to join in on his laughter.

No one else laughed, the others gathered around the pool table were now looking up at the dead pool and wagering the silent odds. You were on the board, yes, but only for bets on others. Maybe tonight was your night to gain an extra twenty bucks on the loser underneath you.

You faked out the other merc, made him flinch, and you considered actually swinging on him. Before you could make a decision, a pair of arms curled around your waist and pulled you off of him.

"How's it going, Cottontail?" The voice behind you asked, which caused you to roll your eyes.

You withheld another kick, relaxing in your captor's arms. "Wade."

"Aww," Wade began, nuzzling his marred face against your downturned rabbit ear. "Missed you too, fuzzbutt."

You growled, grabbing at his forearms. He squeezed you a bit tighter, nuzzling his face against your rosy ear.

You pushed him off of you, readjusting your clothes while you looked back at the merc on pool table. "I was doing a thing."

"I know," Wade added, reaching for your tail and playfully tugging at it. "And you were doing a great job at it. But let's not kill the man over a little name-calling, right?"

You turned to Wade, hands rested on your hips while you puffed an exasperated air between your lips. Moving out of his way, you watched Wade walk up to the man on the table and yanked him up by his collar.

"Now, you didn't mean it when you called her 'Hare Trigger', did you?" Wade asked, puppeteering the man's head to shake 'no'.

You cut your eyes to Wade, folding your tongue along your top lip in amusement. "Wade."

Wade pouted his lips at you, then crinkled his nose. "And she's not your 'Bunny', is she?"

Wade shook the man's head again 'no'. Wade tilted his head in your direction. "What do you say, Bun-bun?"

You wiggled your nose, meeting Wade's milky eyes. "What do you think?"

Wade grinned, pushing the man's head down to look at the floor. You walked up and rabbit punched the back of his head, making him fall to the floor.

The crowd dispersed when Weasel walked up to the man on the ground. He leaned down, retrieved his mirror from his jacket pocket and held it under the man's nose.

The three of you watched the mirror fog up, you and Wade stepping away.

"Get him out of here," Weasel said, whistling to one of the men by the door. He glared at the pair of you, both looking anywhere else than at him. "You two, go home."

"Whatever," you reached for Wade's hand still frozen in place of where the man's neck was. "Come on, Wade. Can't get a 'thank you' for taking out the trash."

Weasel scoffed, standing up after you pulled Wade to the front door. "You started it, Jack!"

Outside of the bar, Wade pushed you up against the wall. His hands drifted down your thighs then around to pinch the apple of your ass.

Your tail wiggled eagerly which Wade noticed and caged a hand over it. "So you are happy to see me."

You jeered with a raspberry blow, looking down the sidewalk both ways before curling your arms around Wade's neck. His hands gripped the backs of your thighs, mounting you to his waist.

"An understatement, Wilson," you sputtered against his mouth. "Could've used you today."

Instinctively, you shifted your hips up against Wade's waist, imagining the slope of his clothed cock rubbing at the seat of your jeans. Your eyes fell half-mast, your fingers curling along the nape of Wade's neck.

"Oh," he managed, glancing down between your bodies to your hips angling at his crotch. "Bad time?"

That was an understatement; unfortunately, through your day, you had gone into heat. So your outburst to the man in the bar was more unwarranted than usual. Still, you nodded once at Wade's question, leaning in to nuzzle your nose to his scarred cheek.

"Back to your place?" He asked, tucking his mouth and nose under your ear.

You eagerly sat up in his hold, pressing your chest closer to his. That was the best idea you'd heard all day. Wade grinned up at you, his hand patting at your fuzzy, wiggling tail nub.

"You are so freaking cute, fuzzbutt."

-

Wade lounged on your bed, already stripped down to his boxers. He'd walked into your apartment after you, ran to your bed and flopped onto his stomach. You flipped on the lights, following him to the enclave of your apartment that housed your bed.

"You need a shower?" you'd asked, shrugging off your feet bandages as you threw your keys onto the couch.

You watched Wade shrug out of his sweatpants, wrestling out of his zip-up hoodie at the same time. "Nah, honey bun. You, go get ready. I'll be here."

Now you were stood in your bathroom, clean from the shower and naked in front of the mirror. With a deep breath, you ran your furry fingers through your hair, wringing out of your floppy ears. The heat began to dot your skin with tingles, the small of your back sporting a dampness that only came from fighting off the urge.

Wade circled his finger on your crisp grey sheets, waiting with his feet flopping off the edge of the bed. You opened the door to the bathroom, leaned up against the doorway.

Wade looked up from your sheets and visibly perked up. He sat up most of the way, pulling his hand back to brace his hip.

"Hello, Cottontail." He enunciated, his eyes taking up and down, back up again, taking in your entire form. "Come here."

Wade sat up fully, bracing his feet to the floor with his hands held out for you. You launched from the doorway by your hip, walking into Wade's hold.

He pulled you into his lap, allowing you to rest your knees on his bed. Wade held onto your hips, rolled you into him. You felt a few chills trickle down your back, your tail wiggling at the small of your back.

Wade's eyes maintained the jostle of your body, his fingers squeezing a bit further into your soft body. "Bunny."

You tittered, feeling the hardened ache of Wade rubbing against your sex. You leaned into him, tenderly licked at his lips until he parted them and allowed you to kiss him.

Your nose twitched, easing Wade back onto his back as your hips began to hump against his, chasing the carnal blips in your stomach.

Your knees braced at his waist, completely ignoring any modesty that could've been housed deep in the recesses of your body. It was instinctual, rubbing your body and rolling your hips harshly over Wade's while trying to scratch your internal itch.

Wade chuckled in your mouth, his hand bracing your cheek to pull away. "You're so cute, trying to hump." He teased, petting his hand down your shoulder and back to the small of your back.

You paused, allowing Wade to press you closer to him and feeling his hot, damp cock throb from behind his boxers. "When you could have the real thing."

You pouted, reaching a hand down to eagerly pull his cock free. "I want it, want it now."

Wade's eyes flashed open wide then rested half-mast. "Okay, okay. I got the relief for you."

He sat up and rolled you onto your back, then over onto your stomach. Halfway off of the bed, your knees braced the floor as Wade stood up behind you.

Looking over your shoulder, your tail fluttered wildly, your bare ass reddened from the heat in your body. Wade stared from his place, reaching to pull his boxers down fully and kick them away.

"Goddamn, Carrots," Wade hissed, taking grip of his burned-cock. The skin along his member was in sparser grifts, revealing hardened muscle and tissue. "You're fucking dripping."

You ducked your head to the bed with a pitiful mewl, reaching a hand back to spread your cheeks apart. "Don't waste time. Breed me, Wade. Gimme your litter."

Wade snickered at your muffled words, his lack of brows raising in surprise. "Wow. That's a new one."

Your foot twitched in anticipation, your knees spreading apart to drip more of your wet to the floor. "Wade."

"Yep," Wade snapped to attention, jumping to action with kneeling behind you.

He angled his cock to your entrance, sliding his tip between your lips to gather more of your slick. Wade sank into you by an inch, which caused you to coil on his tip.

"Fuck fuck fuck, relax," Wade tried to soothe, his voice catching with his excitement and minute pleasure. His hand braced the middle of your back, seething at the innate heat and vice-like clench around him. "Carrots, ease up on your grip."

You shook your head into the sheets then sat up to pant. "No, no, get in me."

Your hand reached back to bring Wade further into you. Wade groaned, winced to the ceiling as he pushed another inch into you. Your foot paused in twitching, now trembling as your toes curled.

Wade planted a foot to the floor, both hands going for your hips to ease another inch. You rested your chin to the sheets, your fingers tangling into them.

The relief almost felt unearned, but more than welcome. His cock was so hot inside you, conformed to your tight walls and easing the itch from your stomach.

You angled your hips to earn more of Wade, only stuck on your mind screaming at you to mate. You bounced back on him, using him to your advantage while you wiggled and writhed before him.

Wade followed your hips, watched your little tail go into a frenzy. He smirked, his entire face choking and refraining from taking the lead.

You rolled your hips harder on him, picking up the pace to something close to what you'd achieved from humping. Wade quirked at the back of your head, staring at your floppy little ears bounce jovially to the sides of your face.

He reached for your ears, tugging them carefully back to tilt your face to the ceiling. Wade leaned over you, his thrusts meeting your hips in tandem.

"This good enough for you, jackrabbit?" Wade hissed into your floppy ear clenched tight in his hand.

You grinned dreamily when Wade met your hips harder, your body reverberating with it. You swallowed deeply, lining your parched throat to answer. "Y-yeah."

"Good," Wade spat into your ear, reveling in a few more hard thrusts before turning back to growl. "Now what were you saying earlier?"

He wanted to tease you, but deep down your words had started a rouse within him. Wade wanted to hear you say it again, wanted you to egg him on more.

"Breed me," you panted out, your eyes rolling back when his cock hit a good deep spot. "Gimme your litter."

Wade hummed sultrily, an alluring smile curling on his lips. "Fuck, that's so hot."

He slammed his hips hard again, battering that sweet spot until your back arched and you tapped at his thigh.

"Oh, are you close?" Wade asked, leaning down to dot his lips along your spine. "Me too, Carrots. You want me to cum in you?"

You nodded, your eyelids twitching while your body stagnated. Wade made up for your hips slowing, your body sensitive.

His hands pet from your hairline, pulling back your ears in the process then leaning in to kiss your forehead. "Okay, bun. I'll give you that litter."

You gulped, staring cross-eyed up at at Wade until his thrusts caught up on you and you came. Your hand gripped tightly at his thigh, your nails sinking into his burned flesh.

Wade bared his grit teeth with a groan, staring down at you. "Naughty little bunny, you came too quick."

You whimpered, quivering on Wade's cock as he continued pumping to finish. He pressed his hips tight to your ass and came; you felt the sudden gush within you, dousing the instinctual flames from your tight walls.

Wade slowly pulled out, his cock still twitching as he slugged more of his cum. "Your pussy is so hot, bun."

He caught his breath as you did, resting his hands to the bed while he stared at the slick drool that seeped out of your used sex.

You rested on your arms, on the bed, and looked back at Wade. "P-Push it back in."

Wade tried to hide his surprise again, taking two fingers to gather up his cum and push it slowly back into you. "You sure?"

You tittered softly, his question coming off so funny after doing the action. "Yeah, yeah. It's okay."

Wade smiled at you, kissing along your back again as his fingers pumped into you. He teased at nipping your bunny tail but you eased your hips away.

"What can I do for you now?" Wade asked patiently, slowly pulling his fingers out and popping them into his mouth.

He stood up, circling his arm around your waist and pulling you up onto the bed. Your tail stopped wagging, staring at Wade from behind your bicep.

"Water?" you asked coyly, feeling your flat sheet pulled over your calf.

"Snack?" Wade offered, leaning in to kiss your cheek.

You shook your head and watched Wade walk away; your eyes lulled softly then woke up when Wade climbed into bed next to you.

You curled into his side, tightening your body into a ball as he pulled the flat sheet further up your bodies.

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could you do a ‘being worried when the other comes home late’ modern au with ao’nung, please? i love worried ao’nung 🥺

nooo i love worried ao’nung, so underrated bc i feel like nobody writes it! i def see him as snarky, but i don’t think he’s just super mean all the time 😭 here ya go anon <3 wc: 1,652

Modern Au Prompt #3 w/Ao’nung

pairing: human!Ao’nung x fem!reader

warnings: none

A hiccup rumbles your chest as you carefully pace your way to the door of your apartment, drunkenly giggling at yourself when you realize just how long its taken you to make it down the hallway without tripping over your own two feet.

The fuzzy, pink puffball you have on your keychain keeps getting in the way as you shuffle your keys to try and find the right one, and you quietly groan in annoyance because all you want to do is get inside, and you really have to pee. Your vision is slightly hazy, and though your acrylic nails aren’t that long, they are definitely not helping considering your motor skills are already slightly inhibited by the shots in your system.

“Gym, no… Pool, no… Campus, Mom’s house, oh come on!” You sigh, grabbing onto everything but what you need. “Oh, yes! Finally,” Your eyes flutter in relief once you finally get your hands on your house key, your purse slipping from your shoulder to your forearm as you angle yourself to stick it in the doorknob.

And just as you’re about to turn the key, it turns for you, and with a tilt of your head you watch as the door swings open to reveal none other than Ao’nung, your roommate, in the doorway.

His curls are messy, majority of them pulled back into a ponytail, but the rest are tousled and indicative of his bedhead as they frame his face, soft and delicate to balance his hardened features while sharp, seafoam eyes peer down at the slight sway of your small frame in the hallway.

“Jesus, Y/n, it’s almost 2am in the morning. Where have you been?”

His voice is rough and to anyone else it’d seem like he was reprimanding you, but you know that’s just how Ao’nung sounds when he talks so you wave him off with a floppy, dismissive hand. He’s obviously worried about you, and that’s clear in the way his eyes leak with concern.

Though you didn’t notice, because he’s shirtless as he stands off to the side in front of you with a hand on his hip like a displeased father, and that only directs your gaze to the sweatpants that hang low on his waist. Your eyes trail down his chiseled torso and stop at his prominent v-line before he’s rolling his eyes and tugging you inside, because all you can do is stand there and look dumb. And while he did think you looked cute while doing it, that wasn’t the point.

“Get in the house, dummy.”

With a quiet yelp you shuffle your way in and hope your feet can keep up the speed. He closes the door behind you, turning back around with a solicitous look on his face.

“How did you get home? Did someone drive you? You’re drunk.” He states, and you bring your hand to and away from your head in a ‘duh’ motion.

“No shit sherlock, I couldn’t tell,” You snicker, because right about now, everything is funny, down to the slight slur of your words and the way his lips purse at your untimely sense of humor. You bend over and nearly fall forwards while you slip your heels off your feet, and his hands are already out just in case he needs to catch you. He watches as you bring your wobbly body back up and brush the hair from your face, the whole act clearly taking a lot more effort due to your tipsy state seeing as you’re nearly out of breath.

“My friends wanted to stay, I didn’t, so I took an uber.” You shrug, sticking the tip of your tongue out and plucking one of those small white fibers that float in the air from it. It’s apparent that you’re pretty much past the conversation, not marking it as a big deal but his eyes almost blow from his skull at your response.

“You took an uber? Alone? In that little ass thing?” He huffs out in exasperation and a hand gestures down at the tiny, tight black fabric clinging to your skin that you have the nerve to call a dress. It stops just above your upper thighs and hugs you in all the right places, which was exactly your intention. You look down like you don’t know what you’re wearing, and he frustratedly drags a hand down his face when he glances away because somehow, you’re even more clueless than usual.

“Why didn’t you call me? I would’ve came to get you!”

“Stop yelling at me!” You whine. Your hand going to cradle your pounding head as your bottom lip pokes out into a subtle pout. “I didn’t wanna wake you up…”

“I’m not-“ His agitation falters at the look you give him and he exhales, quickly nodding his head because he knows better to upset a girl when she’s drunk. The last thing he wanted to deal with was a show of your tear-filled dramatics, which happened quite often, might he add. Ever since the day he’d rushed out of his room at the sound of you crying in the kitchen, all to find out it was literally over spilt milk because you’d accidentally dropped your last bowl of Lucky Charms on the floor, your unofficial nickname had become ‘crybaby’.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry.” He reaches forward and takes your bag and keys from your hands to set them on the kitchen counter across from you. “Just, please, call me next time. They’re a bunch of weirdos out there and I don’t want you getting into any trouble. I won’t be mad if you wake me up, I do it for my sister all the time.”

You listen as closely as you can to the actual words that are coming from his mouth, urging yourself not to take it in the way you know you will, but for some reason you can’t shake the thought that barges into your head. And it’s like he can see it on your face when your chin lifts slightly, lips slowly pulling into an undeniable smirk and your eyes narrow at him, because rarely is Ao’nung ever helpful, let alone worried about you. Your expression is one he knows all too well, and he sighs as his head falls to the side, your smile only growing wider and he knows where this is going.

“Don’t-“

It’s too late, the thought’s already built a cozy home in your mind and you’re letting it stay there.

“You care about me!” You drawl, arms extending outwards as you make your way towards him.

“No, not really.” His response is immediate, a brow raising as you approach him. With one brisk once over his eyes cast on you, he knows it’s not a good idea and he holds a finger out in front of him, cheek turned towards you in warning. “Uh uh, do not-“

You wrap your arms around his torso despite his resistance and his body tenses when you give it a tight squeeze, attempting to swing the both of you back and forth. It doesn’t work, obviously, because he’s larger than you and basically unmovable.

“You’re sweet when you’re worried, Ao’nung.” You hum.

He keeps his hands hovered over your back, fingers not even close to ghosting over your body, like you have some terrifyingly contagious sickness that he’s deadly afraid of contracting. He’s desperately trying to think of anything but the heat of your chest pressed flush against his upper abdomen, your head tucked under his chin and a sharp, involuntary inhale through his nose is enough to tell him that he and his dignity would really appreciate it if you’d allow his brain to operate normally. So, he does what he does best: deflects the accusation with such vehemence as if he’s trying to outsmart a heat-seeking missile.

“Please let go. You reek of desperate partygoers and tequila. I hate tequila.” He grumbles, dramatically covering his nose with a hand. “I also think a shower wouldn’t hurt.” There’s a smirk playing on his lips that you can’t see and he knows he’s only teasing you, as it just so happens to be one of his favorite pastimes. You smell wonderful, like you always do, but he’d never tell you that.

You abruptly shove him away with a scoff and he can’t help but laugh at the look on your face, the way your jaw drops in astonishment and your eye twitches. You can’t even sputter out a response, all you can do is narrow your eyes at him before you spin on your heels to stalk off. It was a bad idea seeing as you’re already dizzy, but you quickly regain your balance and continue.

“You sure you can find your way there, sweetheart?”

“Oh, and wouldn’t you just love to help me. I can feel you looking at my ass!” You shout from down the hall, middle finger raised behind you.

Jaw falling slightly slack, his eyes instantly snap up from where he didn’t even realize they were resting. He pulls the inside of his cheek between his teeth, face growing hot as he curtly nods to himself.

“Yup, I’m going to bed.”

____

Once Ao’nung heard the shower shut off after about twenty minutes, he deemed it safe to close his eyes and sleep; the fear of you passed out because you’d somehow slipped and hit your head on the tub long gone from his mind.

He’s laid on his side with an arm folded under his head, basically asleep when you carefully crack his door open, a big t-shirt and loose shorts on your body as you slip through the opening. You move at a snail’s pace and go to shut it, but the door creaks, and with an eye pinched to a close your face screws into a wince, shoulders tensing as you freeze in your tracks.

You reluctantly peek over at the lump in the dark that‘s his figure, but the sound didn’t wake him up, his eyes remain closed and you let out a small breath at that. Tiptoeing your way to the unoccupied side of the bed, you nearly trip over a sweatshirt on the floor but swiftly catch yourself with a crabbed huff, kicking it under the bed.

You peel his blankets back with just your pointer finger and your thumb, trying to cause as little commotion possible as you carefully sit down on the mattress. A silent prayer to somehow become weightless recites in your mind, head swishing over your shoulders when you glance at his back every now and then in hopes of catching any sign of him stirring.

You’re sure you’re in the clear, but just as you go to swing your legs over, your ear picks up on the sound of a grunt from behind you. Teeth catch your lip, eyes shutting as you steel yourself for confrontation and mouth a mute curse to the air. You should’ve known your presence wouldn’t go unnoticed. Ao’nung is a relatively light sleeper, and contrary to what he’d told you earlier, you’re no stranger to the fact that he doesn’t like to be disturbed. But you’d assumed that because he stayed up to wait for you to come home, that he would be knocked out already and this would be easier to explain in the morning.

But he was up the moment he felt the bed dip, sleep immediately leaving him once he’d turned his head and saw you sitting on his mattress. Certain he’s hallucinating or this is a dream that feels a little too real, Ao’nung rapidly blinks the mist from his vision and you can feel the searing gaze boring into the back of your head, even more so when you continue to lay down as if what you’re doing is completely normal.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” His voice is groggy, irritated in the way his tone nips at your ears.

“Uh… Going to bed.” You mumble, hesitantly pulling the sheets over your shoulder.

He’s propped on his elbow now, his loose, untamed hair dusting his shoulders as his face crinkles incredulously at the gall of your answer.

“Have you lost your mind? Or are you that drunk where you’ve forgotten where your own room is?”

You wish the mattress would just open up and swallow you whole.

“I threw up on my bed.” With your back still turned to him, your voice is small when you answer.

It’s silent for a few seconds, the only thing you can hear is the blood rushing to your face and with baited breath you roll your lips between your teeth as you anxiously wait on a response.

“I’m too tired for this shit.” He mutters beneath his breath, quiet enough so you won’t hear.

His body falls back to the bed and your lungs fill with much needed air, his back facing you once again. His bed is much more comfortable than yours as you snuggle up against his pillow, and the sheets tug in his direction when he pulls them over his body, his way of silently telling you not to get used to it.

“If I feel so much as one cold toe touch my leg, I swear to God you’re sleeping on the floor.”

Likes + Comments + Reblogs are much appreciated! 💗

@eitaababe ever since you made Ao’nung call us sweetheart in ‘somebody else’ it’s been canon to me

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Since its loki we are talking here, can we have loki lusting for his half sister, reader who is the goddess of lust and love. He does magic on her so he could do on her

Courtyard Shenanigans

Damn what a gorgeous evening tonight turned out to be. Its just what the fuck I need after the most grueling day of coming second to Thor in everything. Plus there's nothing more peaceful then enjoying the beauty of Asgard as the day settles out. Dusk makes the orange stained sky unsually gorgeous, infused with dusty pink clouds that cast the prettiest of shadows over the Royal Palace of Valaskjalf. The crisp clear breeze seems fresher than any air I've experienced on any planet.

But trying to enjoy the phenomal view, as I step out into the courtyard, is short lived. Sus muffled grunts sound off from a few feet away, seemingly near the statue my worrysome mother insisted be created in my image. What or who the hell is that moaning in terrible pain?

Crouching low, I creep along the edge of the full shrubbery leading in that direction. I can't help my eyes transforming into saucers as I peek through the multi-colored rose bushes. Utter disbelief smacks me like a speeding freight train at the scene unfolding right before my eyes: my slutty half sister riding the fuck outta one of my guards face.

The lucky bastard is horizontal on the cemented circular bench that surrounds my stone doppelganger. His hand is flying at the speed of light on the pathetic member that sticks out through the guard uniform as you grind your clearly soakin wet pussy on his mouth; transparent rivelts drip from your oozing center down his chin to his neck. I'm not shocked that his lips are so damn red and raw from your treatment but from the way he moans into your core and fucks his fist is a clear indication of satisfaction. Piercing moans of approval get louder before you begin to speak out loud.

"Fuck, riiiiight there! Come on, cause you-ah!- finished allova yourselfself twice but haven't made me cum once. Haaaah, fuuuuu- mmm.. Shame on you soldier, maybe you need a little incentive."

I watch intently as you throw your head back on a moan with closed eyes and roll your neck counterclockwise. I rather soak you in your every move, purposely ignoring the wad of cum pooled around his balls. Your freshly done braids swing widly; cute, jet black nails grip his shoulder tight in your pleasure. The breeze gets stronger for a moment, swirling around the two of you in a glittery sheer sky blue mist before dissipating within seconds. When your lids reopen, eyes matchin the color of the sky, you stare upwards with an open mouth. The man beneath you seems to go insane, licking and sucking at your hungry little cunt like a starved man in the woods.

"Gods yes, so much better. Good boy, jus needed a little push huh? Thats it, aaaaah, lemmeuseyouuuuu!"

Fuck, your skin is radiate, glistens with perspiration from all your hard work. The humping of your hips makes your perfect soft flesh jiggle erratically. How I'd be perfectly happy to die right at this moment without making my way to Valhalla if it meant trading places with that insignificant bug. He has no idea how lucky he is to have the gift of YOU sliding what's gotta to be the the universe's most perfect pussy on his undeserving mouth.

The shocking incredulity surging through me at the scene seems very understandable, the raging boner however makes me pause. It's not the first one the little vixen has caused me but the guilt that comes with lustin after you is gut wrenchin.

Probably doesn't help that you appear to have strict orders to never come near asgardian clothing. Your fuckin itty bitty knitted baby blue top and salmon tinted scrap of cloth wrapped around your waist like a snug skirt damn nearhad me drooling. You are and always will be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

Shouldn't be hard to guess why I'm relentlessly having to secretly grip my dick at the base almost every time I'm in your fuckin presence. I live in a life of hopelessly attempting to not nut in my royal robes because of you.

Damn, it's impossible not to witness how this plays out since I've yearned to be in the place of this unworthy fucker for years.. How I desperately wish it was my mouth you dragged your quivering quim allover like that. I'm entranced at the way you grip his medium length blonde locks and drag across his face even faster as you degrade him.

"Gonnacuuuuum! Oh God, finally! No thanks to youuuu, had to u-use my gifts jus to get the pleasure I yearn. Yeeeeees, stay right there! Ohfuckohfuckohfuuuuuuk!"

My hands flies to grip my clothed dick firmly, this time to aid the nut trying to spray outta me instead of stifling it. It only takes a couple squeezes, along with the image of you leaning forward as the scum sucks your little clit vigorously; the flutter of your vacate gummy walls paralyzing me as my cream sprays 5 abundant globs into my mother's rose bushes. I thank the gods for your booming whine that helps to covers my perverted groan.

Your hips swivel a few more times before you drop her head back down and gracefully slip off his face. Taking a few steps back, you watch my soon to be fired guard gasp for breath; his hazel eyes are unseeing and dazed as fuck. So memorized by her orgasm, I'm estatic to notice I missed the small peckered fucker cum for a third time. It seems my little sister has also noticed, the way narrowed eyes trail to his dick and your cute little nose wrinkles in disgust.

"Leave us." She demands to him curtly before looking right into my soul through the thick bush.

As confused as he seems to be, head ducking left to right quizzically, the guard scrambles away as he hastily tucks his dick away. It would almost be funny if it werent for the sinking feeling in my gut. Nothing else to do except sheathe my still hard cock and reveal myself, I stand awkwardly and watch you fix your clothing to hide your drippy little slit.

"Come, brother." Y/n demands, finger crooked at me.

You step one leg over the bench and sit with it between your smooth chocolate thighs. Back straight with your nose in the air, you sit like a queen where that coward laid just a moment before. I walk over on stiff legs and do the same a few inches away, avoiding eye contact at all costs. The smell of your pussy lingering in the air entices my rock hard dick that taps impatiently underneath my clothing. Your stare on the side of my face almost burns but my guilt keeps me focused on the ground as you speak confidently.

"Why do you spy on me in my most private of moments, Loki? You must know it isn't proper of a brother to watch his sister do such things."

I swallowly visibly before answering.

"I'm- I'm sorry. It was not my intention. I came for air after a long day and heard noises of which I assumed were pain. Well, I thought.." I trail off uncomfortably.

"But you did not leave once you realized." You counter back.

My mouth open and closes as I fumble my response, cheeks feeling like they've been god damn torched.

"Well you- you knew of my presence and still concluded such distasteful acts, out in the open may I add." I shoot back, finally looking into your pretty, dark, almond shaped eyes.

"You didn't seem to mind as you stroked your fat cock to completion while starin in between my legs."

That stumps me as I sit gazing at your beautiful frame, mouth slightly agape. But you only giggle at me as you stand and prepare to exit the courtyard.

"Next time be more inconspicuous; my father wouldn't like to see you do such things. In fact I think mother would be amused even less." She teases me and turns to leave.

A snap of my fingers brings my statue to life. The stone scrapes loudly as it moves and grabs each of your wrists, locking them in place into the air. The way you stand there helpless and shocked does soothe my ego a bit, I can readily admit.

"You blame me as if you weren't gyrating allover that man's face like a common whore. Yes I lust after you, dear sister. But I know you do for me as well. Yet you charade around the castle flamboyantly, refusing to wear our royal attire. Instead insisting on donning tiny earthly garments and then bending in front of me every chance you get. You want me y/n and I'm sick of you pretending you fuckin don't." I say leaning in close, lips just half an inch from your own.

Already a bit agreeable, I sense how much our close proximity affects your state of mind. As tense as your flawless frame is, your gorgeous eyes shut and you lean in to try to kiss me. Before you can I raise my right hand, swiftly drawing a circle in the air with the tip of my finger, watching as glittery emerald green smoke forms a thin circle. I gently blow it into your face and you unknowingly inhale as I press my lips to yours lightly for a few seconds before pulling back. You try to follow, lips pouting as I deny your request.

"Lokiiiii. Kiss meeeeee." You whine, arms pulling at the stone hold on your wrists.

"Hmmm.." I pretend to think dramatically. "Beg me, sweetheart."

Your response is instantaneous.

"Please, big brother, pleeeeease! I want you, no NEED you so bad. Can I have your lips? No wait!Your cock? Pretty please? Promised to always take care of me right? Need you to take care of me now, Lokiiiii."

"Ok, Ok y/n. I'll give you what you want, but only if you answer a question. If you lie, you don't get my cock. Understand?"

"Yeeeees big brother." You slur back at me, lookin a bit dazed from my little homemade concoction.

"How many of my personal guard have you fucked?"

"Just the one you seen me with today. It was awful: he came with a quickness I couldn't have imagined. He's the only man I've ever been with." You answer honestly.

"Glad to hear I needn't murder my entire guard then. Alrighty, honey sit up a bit."

You do as I ask and I slide underneath your restrained body, taking out my leaking dick. I wiggle the shaft back and forth, smacking it against your plump soft brown ass cheeks. Fuck, your moans are like music to my ears and I curse myself inwardly as a feel a tautness in my groin from the way you frantically hump back at me.

"Please Loki, you promised me. One question and I answered. Gimme my dick. I've earned it, have I not big brother?"

That filthy fuckin mouth spurs me to lift you by your hips and rapidly poke my fat cock tip into your snug little hole. (Although he should fear my wrath, I am suddenly semi grateful for the foreplay my guard provided for how fuckin drenched you are now.) It feels so fuckin good.

The way you squeal and tremble has me mandhandling you with a tight grip, keepin you in place as I dig into the tightest pussy I've ever felt. It's so warm, so wet, just the most perfect little slit to ease into. I can't cease the breathless way I repeatedly grunt your name into the air of the courtyard loudly.

The tense sensation bubbling in my balls and pelvis quadruple and its my turn to whimper loudly. It's barbaric the way I fuck into you for the first time, carelessly crying my pleasure into the wind. Your wails are even more unhinged and it's a miracle that nobody has come by to see who's out here groaning like a wounded animal.

"Haaaaaah! OhmygodsLoki! Ohgodsohgods, so very good big brother! Just like my dreeeeams- aaaaahhhfuu-Loki!!!"

You've hit feral and I've only just got in all the way. Our chests heave simultaneously as I reach up to flick your little top out the way, watchin your breast flop out and shake uncontrollably at your attempts to fuck onto my cock. If not for my hold on your hips you'd most definitely would be successful in milking me within seconds. It shouldn't be this hard not to breed you but it's taking all my will power not to creampie my little sisters pussy.

"Y/n s-stop it, lemme-FUCK! Darling, please just lemme handle it. C-can't hold back if you don't keep still. Haaah, ohgods! Please sweetheart!"

The swiveling of your hips is gonna be my demise. All I can do is match your frenzied pace, pulling out only half way before slamming in each time. I know I'm giving my princess what she deserves as continuous praises for me spill over your plump lips.

"Thankyouthankyouthankyoubigbrother! Your cocks the best! I'm yours Loki, only your yours tohavetoholdtofuck! Ohgods! You'resofuckinamazing!"

The whiny dirty words, plus the way your soaking wet pussy puts my spasming dick inna chokehold makes me lose all concentration. The stone statue releases its grip on you and falls back into place as if it never moved and inch.

Your quick to lean forward on my chest, one hand slipping down to rub at your sticky little clit as your hips never miss a beat in their delicious torture. Its almost pathetic when you cum on the first stroke of that throbbing button, except im grateful because there was no way I could hold out for much longer.

"I'mcummingLoki! Yesyesyes, cumming on your cock big brother! Feelssogood! Ah ah ah! Mmm yeeeees Loooki!"

Warmth spreads throughout me as you put your pretty face in my neck and fuck the shit outta me. Fuck the tables have turned, high pitched moans flowing from me as I stare into the sky blankly as you force me to creampie your tiny little cunt. I'm gasping through my groans as I try to breath through this intense fucking orgasm.

"Y/n haaaah oh Gods, y/n! Suchabrat for thiiisss. Gonna make you pay little girl. Ohfuuuuck, big brothers gonna get you back.."

Gush after thick gush pours into you as my arms drop limply to the ground. My hips quiver and I can't control the small humps they give as I fuck my heavy load into you. I don't notice how the last of the sunlight slips behind the castle, dimming the courtyard. It's hard to observe anything other than my cock becoming overstimulated from cumming twice so powerfully within just a few minutes.

"Ah, ah, ah y/n! Waaaaait darling, gimmeasecondplease! 's too fuckin good, haaaah! Please pretty girl, need a moment." I beg unashamed, head thrashing from left to right.

Thankfully your hips circle to a slow halt, but you dont immediately release me as you did the guard. I can admit I am less than pleased at the way you sit up and look down at me sinisterly while I suck in air desperately.

"No fair big brother, you used your powers on me.." You say in-between heaving breaths as I look at you in shock. I had no idea you knew..

Your hypnotizing eyes swirl with that tantalizing sunset color as the shimmering blue mist appears again but this time surrounding the two of us thickly.

"Now I wanna use mine on you."

OH. FUCK.

#loki x reader #loki x black!reader #black reader #black fanfiction #all readers #smut #lick my pussy #pussylicker #pussy eater #public fun #watcher #spying #creamp!e #breeding k1nk #spells #spellcasting #magic

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Hi! Sorry to bother... again 😅 but I saw that requests were open again, so I was wondering if you could write something (only if you're comfortable) with Tangerine and f!plus size!reader as a girlfriend?

And also, could you write something fluff with Pietro, I love so much those characters and also I love your writing. You are the only writer here on Tumblr with who I feel comfortable asking this 💖 Sorry if it's too much, you can take all the time you need because I know you probably have so much more requests waiting for you ☺️❤️✨️ (and I'm sorry if there are any mistakes, I promise I'm still practicing 😅💖)

hii!! and you never bother me, don’t apologise:) I didn’t want to give into the stereotype of a plus size reader feeling insecure, so I did the opposite, hope that’s okay. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌 and im really sorry its taken so long

work break surprise

tangerine x fem!reader

wc || 0.7k

warnings || 18+ only. explicit content (p in v, choking, creampie, aftercare) minors dni

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Tangerine had been busy in his home office all day, you didn’t want to interrupt him, but you were craving his attention. Sending him a quick text while you waited patiently at the edge of the bed sitting on your knees. Wearing nothing but a sheer black babydoll.

You hear his office door swing open, so you assume your position, attentively propping yourself up before giving your hair a quick fluff.

“Love?” Tan calls out from behind the bedroom door.

“In here.” You reply in a breathy tone.

The door whips open and Tangerine follows immediately, rushing into the room with wide eyes. A wicked smirk pulls his lips once he sees your outfit, or lack thereof.

“Fuckin hell.” He mumbles, not being able to formulate any actual words while gawking at your thick thighs. Clearing his throat before running his fingers along the straps. “You look incredible.” Instantly attaching his lips to the side of your neck, brashly kissing up the length of it. Tangling his fingers into the back of your hair to pull you closer.

He props his knee beside you to lay you down, hovering over you while peppering your throat with hurried kisses. He rips off his baggy t-shirt, slinging it across the floor to resume working his lips over your skin. Eagerly grinding your hips against his clothed groin.

“Keep doing that- and I won’t fuckin’ last.” He whispers against the patch of skin under your ears.

Continuing your teasing, slipping your hands into the waistband of his lounge shorts to tug them down. “Good.” You flirtatiously whisper back in reply.

“You’re a needy thing today.” He husks, roughly brushing over your waist before giving it a squeeze. Yanking down his shorts and boxers in one eager motion, letting them fall off his ankles so that he could stroke himself a couple of times. Gripping himself at the base to tease you open, itching his head in, collecting your slick so he could slip himself into you. Slowly pushing in, allowing you to adjust while his hands knead into your hips, squeezing the doughy flesh. Holding you still while he bottoms out, sliding himself out to ram into you once more.

You hitch your legs around his waist, bringing him in closer while he slowly fucks into you. Massaging your insides with his cock, perfectly hitting the spots you both love.

Clutching your tits as he speeds up, rubbing his thumbs over your nipples with a smirk. “You’re so fuckin’ pretty.”

Tangerine sits on his knees between your legs, ploughing into you while he thumbed your clit, brushing over it at a tantalising speed.

Fucking into just a little bit harder and faster than before, softly groaning at the way he fit so well inside you. He slides his hand up your stomach and between the valley of your chest, grazing his palm up until it reached your throat, wrapping it around the base so he could hold it. Using it as stability as rammed into you.

“You’re gonna cum- I can feel it.” He grins, gazing down at you. “Let me cum inside, my pretty girl.” Tangerine softly whined, sucking in his bottom lip to hold himself off for a few more moments. Persistently nodding your head in permission, not quite ready for him to leave you just yet. Reaching your eager hands to clutch his hand that was gripped around your neck, holding it tighter as he ground himself into you.

You came around him, massaging him with your walls, causing him to spill deep inside of you with a few half-mumbled curses. Fucking his cum further, both whimpering at the desperate release.

“Jesus-“ he cuts himself off, twitching and pulsating inside of you before he pulls out his softening cock. Loosening his grip on your throat to litter it with soft sweet kisses. Pecking your lips a couple of times before lacing his hands in yours to help you up.

“One min.” He smiles, returning from the bathroom with a wet cloth. Bending down between your legs, gently wiping away the combination of joint cum.

Picking up his t-shirt from the floor, placing it over your head and helping you slip your arms through the holes. “Come sit with me?” He questions, sounding more like a command.

“I don’t want to interrupt your work though.” You say sweetly, cleaning his cock with the same cloth.

“You won’t.” Smiling down at you, cupping under your chin to meet your eyes. “You can help us find safe houses.”

#tangerine #tangerine smut #tangerine x reader #tangerine x you #tangerine bullet train #tangerine fanfiction #tangerine x y/n #tangerine x fem!reader #tangerine x plus size reader #tangerine blurb #tangerine imagine #bullet train tangerine #smut

[applesontheground]

no returns 🎠

and last but not least for my protagonist triad, our beautiful angel...angel :') i felt seen by him as someone who also hates her retail job, talks aliens with acquaintances, and was having a really fucking weird summer in 2022. since it's been a sec (and if you're curious/had bisexual panic during this movie when not faced with the Horrors), you can find my OJ and Em blurbs here!

and listen. if i knew how to tackle cosmic romance with jean jacket along with these guys i would've done it. get back to me on that. or don't. i have a lot of wips already.

SFW | Word Count: 795 | Angel Torres x GN Reader 🎼: x

“Hey, not here to bust your balls or whatever, but I just wanted to ask about a good pair of wireless headphones.”

You couldn’t help the casual tone when seeing someone your age behind the counter, because he looked like the type that could take it without a hitch. Still, he almost looked startled, fumbling a suspiciously smartphone-shaped bundle under the counter before you got too close. He hadn’t even seemed to have heard you, finding his customer service voice before anything else.

“Sure-“ He waltzed out from behind a swinging door that kept him closed off to the public, which you imagined was pleasant during busy hours.  He put a hand on his hip and asked as the two of you started walking towards the correct section, you mostly following where he was leading, “Were you looking for wired or wireless?”

Silent, a smile grew on your face as his brain caught up with his mouth. He almost jumped at his own realization: “Right, wireless…”

You nodded along, and he slipped over to the even more precise section of the aisle you had been walking towards. He put a hand up to where the headphones would be, pursing his lips in a stiff expression. Everything about him screamed uncomfortable, so you returned the neutered movement with your own affirming wave, a signal that he didn’t have to linger.

Your eyes kept scanning over the colors, the prices… the packaging, even. You weren't too sure what would work. Earbuds were something you kept for a good three or four years then lost tragically to some freak accident.

Maybe you merely washed them with your jeans one too many times, but no one needed to know the details.

He was almost erratic, perfectly fine to leave but seeming as though his soles had been screwed into the floor. His eyes couldn’t help wandering, catching the outfit you had on. “…I saw those guys live a couple years ago.” At first, you weren’t sure if he was even talking to you, but then looked over in surprise. He abruptly gestured at your shirt, and when it clicked you tried not to laugh, “Oh yeah? How was that?”

“Nuts. Like, in a good way.” He was then whipping his phone out at light speed, but you didn’t mind, curiosity over asking for assistance giving way to the favor of seeing what sort of concert videos he took.

After all, you did like the band on your shirt.

Over the brief conversation, you had learned his name was Angel. The chat that followed had been interesting, laughing about wild concert stories, what kind of music you had to own physically, and you even got a few of his own favorites out of him.

He held a hand out, almost like he wasn’t about to jump back behind the counter and do his job while speaking. “Code Orange, ever heard of them?”

You scoffed, “Of course I have, I fucking rock with ‘em.” He sighed like a heavy weight had been taken from his body; maybe it was strictly from not knowing he could be someone more genuine until now. “They’re baller, right?”

Silence fell as you stuck your card in the chip reader, and you figured this wasn’t a terrible idea to find a way to get some more music speak out of the guy. “What’s the return policy at Fry’s, again?” You then asked. Angel cleared his throat, and answered without a hitch, “30 Days, standard policy.” You nodded, “Cool, thirty days to come back with a good date to ask the nice clerk with good music taste out on. I’ll consider it. Thank you, Angel.”

His exasperated expression suddenly grew horns, eyes wide as you took your headphones and walked away. You maybe made it three steps before you heard clambering behind the counter again, the man nearly breaking his own ankle trying to run out to catch up to you.

“Wait, wait. Hold on-!” He called, like you hadn’t already stopped in your tracks, beaming at him as he lost all his formality just to run up and say in a breathless hush. There was hesitation, almost a fresh pain at the mention of dating that made you reconsider – not for your sake, but possibly for his. You just met the guy, after all, but he had charmed you. Being in your twenties was all about taking those shots, trying it out.

He continued to fumble, almost dropping his phone as you kept your giggles stifled. "I a-actually lied, we don't fucking have a return policy-" You cocked your head at him, and taking a steadying breath he once again put his hands back on his hips.

“I mean... y-you don’t have to wait, do you?”

#angel torres x reader #final boy x reader #✏️ #🎠

[awlumii]

afraid to lose you.

can be seen as a pt. 2 to "it stings."

# — pairing: kazuha x gn!reader

# — characters: gender neutral reader, kazuha

# — warnings: lightly suggestive

# — tags: some angst, fluff, making out, jealous!kazuha, ofc there would be kissing, who do you think i am

# — notes: the word count on this is 5,738. this took... about five hours. i haven't done this kind of writing in months, and holy FUCK does it feel good. like always, reblogs and reactions are appreciated, and i hope you enjoy!

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it may seem like you know kazuha inside and out, but there are times when he thinks otherwise.

don't misunderstand — kazuha doesn't hide anything from you. not intentionally, anyway. the only reason why he may refrain from telling you something is because the topic just hasn't come up yet. if someone were to ask you any question pertaining to kazuha's home life before he became a wanderer, you likely wouldn't have an answer. you've never asked, so he's never told you. and because of that, some gaps may exist in your understanding of kazuha.

then again, he's still transparent to you, whether he makes it that way or not. you're terrifyingly observant at times, able to read even the slightest of gestures and decipher how he's feeling before he himself realizes it. there are times when kazuha wonders if you know him better than he knows himself. that fact extends to just about everyone you know, actually — all the members of the crux fleet are aware of your vigilance.

but you aren't without fault; the reason why kazuha thinks you don't truly know him is because there are times when you're... a bit slow on the uptake.

like right now, for instance.

"you don't want to hold your weapon so close to the blade." your voice comes in clear on the breeze. kazuha watches as you step closer to a man wielding a polearm and take his weapon, brandishing it yourself. "see where my hands are? even if the tip is the only thing doing damage, you need to be able to control the entire thing. try again." you hand the polearm back to the man, who stiffly does as you say. you shake your head and step behind him to manually adjust his stance. when you're finished, you step back. "isn't that a little more comfortable?" you ask him.

you're standing behind him, so you can't see his face, but kazuha can. and for some reason, his expression is... irritating.

"y-yeah, a little." the man answers. he swings the polearm as you instructed. "so like this..?"

you sigh. you take the man's arms from behind again and slowly swing his arms for him. as you do, kazuha actually has to look away, lest he look at your student's face again.

you're giving a one-on-one lesson to one of the new sailors at his request. what was his name again? kenji? all kazuha remembers is that he was the only one out of the six new recruits to hail from inazuma. it's not like him to be so forgetful. he'd normally beat himself up for being so discourteous — especially to someone from his homeland — but he isn't quite sure he wants to extend such courtesy to kenji. (if that's even his name.)

because as of late, kenji's been... monopolizing you, so to speak. you were entrusted with the task of training the new recruits. it was a simple enough job at first; kazuha was content to watch as you flattened the three recruits who were the most mouthy. but of the six, there was a straggler in the group — someone who just couldn't keep up to save their life. kenji required extra care, so you took it upon yourself to bring him up to speed. unfortunately, kenji was slower than you anticipated.

kazuha spares kenji a glance. his brows twitch when he sees the pink that's dusted itself over his features. he looks away again.

how can you be so observant, yet so blind to this man's obvious crush on you?

"do that a few more times," kazuha hears you say, "and you'll have a better foundation for when we start sparring some more." you rest a hand on your hip as you watch kenji swing his polearm as you instructed. "good. keep it up if you want to; i'm going to sit down. we're done for the day."

kazuha perks up at that. are you finally done? can he finally take you away from—

"wait!" kenji stops you mid-stride. "um... can you... t-tell me how you got your vision?"

you're silent for a moment. you slowly turn back to face him and kazuha wishes he can see the look on your face. "are you really curious?" you ask.

kazuha grits his teeth. say no, say no—

"yes," kenji says despite kazuha's internal pleading. to make a bad situation worse, you oblige him and walk back over, starting the tale of how you received your vision.

kazuha groans silently and bumps the back of his head on the tree he's sitting against. it's taking everything in him to not get up and yank you away from your starry-eyed pupil in this moment. because archons, the lovesick puppy eyes kenji is giving you is making his stomach twist. how are you, of all people, so oblivious? can't you see that? it's so obvious–!

kazuha reels himself back in. this isn't like him. he needs to get himself in check before you come back.

he takes a steadying breath. maybe he's just on edge because he didn't get much sleep last night. kenji has been doing this for weeks — taking up your time, playing dumb, ogling you... it's safe to say that kazuha hasn't been resting well knowing that come morning, you'd be whisked away to kenji's side again.

you finish your story a bit quicker than kazuha anticipated. before he knows it, you're walking over to him, leaving a dejected looking kenji in your wake. thankfully, kazuha's finished his breathing routine. he gives you his most patient smile when you seat yourself beside him. "all done for the day?" he asks quietly.

you grumble something under your breath and lie down, resting your head in kazuha's lap. like a magnet, his hand finds its way to your hair, idly twisting your locks around his fingers. "i can't believe i still have to correct him on his form." you seethe quietly. "why did he pick up a spear if he wasn't gonna use it right?!"

kazuha tries to bite back his chuckle, but he fails. thank the stars you're at least a little frustrated by kenji's behavior. a little more of that, and you'll be on your way to ignoring him in no time. (hopefully.)

"perhaps he wants to be a vision holder like you." kazuha says. "ambition is one of the main traits of a vision holder..."

you look up at kazuha, your face clouded with thought. "that'd explain his reluctance to give up... hopefully he practices enough to put up an actual fight tomorrow."

tomorrow? "you're going to be training him again tomorrow?" kazuha can't stop himself from asking.

you nod and look out to kenji, who is eagerly practicing the moves you taught him earlier. kazuha doesn't dare look. "yeah. if you're right and his goal is actually to obtain a vision, then... i guess i should help him, shouldn't i?"

...you're so nice that it hurts. and damn if he doesn't love that about you.

kazuha looses a soft sigh and pushes your hair off of your forehead. he leans down and presses a kiss right between your brows, chuckling when you pull them together in confusion. "you're a marvelous teacher." he laughs when you begin to fluster under the praise.

he's not lying; no matter how frustrating this situation may be, he would be remiss if he didn't acknowledge just how effective your teachings are. you practice what you preach, giving kazuha a run for his money whenever he spars with you. if kenji wasn't... well, kenji, he would be the best of the new recruits by now.

you look away and kazuha presses the back of his hand on your cheek. as he guessed, it's warm. you push him away with a grumble, making him laugh again. "stop that."

"shall i praise you more?" he teases, brushing his fingers across your cheek once more.

"...no." you close your eyes at the touch.

after that, a pleasant silence descends upon the two of you. and for the first time in what feels like forever, kazuha has you all to himself. the intrusive thoughts hush, and it's just you, him, and the breeze.

(in the distance, kenji watches the tender moment with a deep frown.)

maybe it's a good thing that you can't sense how kazuha feels about all of this. he can't make much of it himself.

that's a lie. he can, he just doesn't want to admit it to himself. that feeling is beneath him. what a wretched feeling it is. he won't even think it. there's no way he'd be feeling like that over some new recruit. he forces it down — out-of-sight, out-of-mind-style.

but when kenji approaches you while you're sitting with kazuha aboard the alcor, he finds that that feeling is much more difficult to contain than he initially thought.

"would you mind if i joined you?" kenji asks, and immediately, kazuha sees a problem here. why was his question directed solely at you? is he invisible?

besides, you're not exactly the most approachable right now; kazuha is sitting on top of a barrel and you're standing between his legs with his arms wrapped around you. no one has come up to you two for longer than a moment. (probably because they know how to read the room, kazuha thinks.)

you hum in what kazuha can only assume is assent. kenji makes himself comfortable on a barrel across from kazuha, his eyes never leaving your frame. "what do you need?" you ask. your voice sounds distant. kazuha peeks to see you're still staring out at the sea.

kenji flinches. "oh, um... nothing, i just... ah..." he fumbles over his words. his eyes are darting between you and kazuha, his ears turning redder by the second. "i couldn't find anyone else to pass the time with, so..."

kazuha blinks twice in disbelief. as of right now, he can hear four people who are talking aimlessly as they laze about, two of which are the new recruits. which means kenji purposely came looking for you. but why wouldn't he just leave right away when he saw what you were doing? (or not doing, kazuha thinks.)

you take your eyes off of the sea and focus on kenji, who visibly jolts at having earned your attention. (or is kazuha just too observant?) "why don't you tell me about yourself then?" you prompt him. "i don't know much about you outside of training."

and just like that, another moment is stolen from him. kazuha sighs silently, resigned. neither you nor kenji notice as the latter eagerly starts to chat you up. you may be standing in his arms, but you feel miles away right now, your heart and mind elsewhere yet again.

kazuha isn't upset with you over this. he could never be. he knows that you have no ill intent towards neither him, nor kenji, but... selfishly, he wishes you would open your eyes, even if it's only by a little. kenji's infatuation with you is far from subtle; it shows in the way he smiles whenever you speak and gapes whenever you laugh. if he were to be honest, if kenji had done all of this from afar, kazuha would be less inclined to keep you away from him at all costs. kenji is too close for comfort, and it's grating on kazuha's every nerve.

fed up with the lack of privacy, kazuha attempts to remove you from the situation. he taps two fingers on your side three times — taptaptap — a code the two of you created for when you want to make a quick escape.

you don't respond. perhaps you didn't feel it? kazuha tries again, but this time, you tap your index and middle finger on him twice — the code for not right now.

that ugly feeling rears its head. kazuha crams it back in whatever hole it came from.

maybe he felt wrong. again, he taps you three times, and again, you tap him twice. you're serious.

kazuha can't contain that feeling fast enough. he rubs your arm gently and eases you out of the way for him to get off of the barrel. when you look at him, confused, he takes your hand and gives you his most disarming smile. "i won't be far," he says. "you know where to find me, right, dove?"

your worried frown is almost reassuring. does this mean you've picked up on his discomfort? will you end the conversation and come with him? the answer is no — you nod slowly instead. "i'll finish up here and come find you when i'm done, okay?" you rub a circle into the back of kazuha's hand.

not the answer he wanted, but he'll take what he can get. kazuha presses a kiss to your knuckles. "i'll be waiting for you." he murmurs into your skin. you watch the gesture closely, as if you're trying to get a read on how he's feeling. it's obvious that you can't, though. before kazuha walks off, he spares kenji a glance only to find the recruit already looking at him. now, either kazuha is losing his mind, or kenji is smirking at him. for his sanity, it's best that he assumes the former. kazuha takes his leave and heads to the crow's nest, where he awaits your arrival.

the afternoon comes and goes, and kazuha understands that you're not coming and that once again, he's lost you to kenji.

it's become much too difficult for kazuha to not feel that feeling, which is why he traps you in his arms the following morning.

he wakes before you today — typically, this would be considered a rare occurrence, but thanks to a certain someone, he's been rising before the sun. kazuha takes the time just before and during dawn to really admire you. perhaps he took your presence for granted; it wasn't until after you'd been swept away that he realized just how little he'd been appreciating you lately.

(of course you would beg to differ; kazuha spends so much time admiring you that you think your heart is going to fail by an early age. though he doesn't know that.)

this morning, kazuha has his arms wrapped around your middle and his face buried in your chest. he shimmies back so he can get a better look at you. in the dim light of the morning, with the moon saying its last goodbye until the evening, kazuha raises his bandaged hand and traces your features with a feather-light touch. he brushes his thumb over your brow bone and traces your cupid's bow. you look so at peace right now; kazuha silently wishes to see you smile.

he runs his finger across the slope of your nose and smoothes a finger across your eyelids. you scrunch your nose and raise a hand to push him away at that, and kazuha presses his lips together to stop a chuckle. he must be bothering you, no? feeling mischievous, he pinches your nose briefly and sure enough, you quickly swat him away with a sharp inhale.

"can't you wake me up like a normal person..?" you groan, dropping a hand over your face.

kazuha puffs a soft laugh. "did i wake you?" he asks cheekily.

you crack your eyes open to give him a heavily lidded glare. "no." you bite sarcastically. "i'm still asleep."

"then you're dreaming. you should wake up, my love."

you sigh and mush your hand on kazuha's face, ignoring his laughter. "i can't stand you." you mutter. you move your hand to look him in the eyes properly. "good morning, kazuha. you ass."

kazuha takes your hand and brings it to his lips, kissing each one of your fingertips. he revels in the way you sigh, tired yet smitten. the beginnings of a smile curl your lips, and kazuha thinks that this is what love feels like. "good morning, dove." he murmurs. "it's a new day. may the sun shine warmly upon you today."

you look as though you're blushing, though kazuha isn't sure. like always, he rests a hand on your face to feel the growing warmth. you don't push him away; instead, you close your eyes again with a sleepy hum. "the sun's not up yet," you mutter, "but good morning to you too, 'zuha."

kazuha inhales sharply at the usage of the nickname. he leans in close, and you half open your eyes. "dove," he breathes, hoping you understand. you do, and you meet him halfway. he kisses you for the first time in what feels like forever, tender and warm. it's so easy for him to unwind in your presence, when you touch him like this. he sighs into the kiss but you pull away, much to his disappointment.

"why are you awake so early this morning?" you ask. you comb your fingers through kazuha's hair and it's his turn to close his eyes, a shiver running through him. "did you have a bad dream?"

honestly, a bad dream would be far better than reality. for some reason, your words make him realize once again that you're going to be taken from him soon now that the sun is nearly up. bad dreams are temporary — impermanent visions of one's greatest fears. his greatest fear is losing you. and slowly, thanks to kenji, that very fear is being realized. he wishes the past few weeks were just a bad dream.

with you here, in his arms like this, it feels like that's all it was. kazuha sighs softly. "something like that," he mumbles.

you coo something incomprehensible and pull kazuha in properly, leaving no space between the two of you. you feel like home; his body melts into yours like he belongs there. "i missed you," he dares to whisper into your skin.

"i'm right here, kazuha," you say. "i always will be."

kazuha knows he should believe you, but you could be gone at any moment now. he pulls back to leave a gentle kiss on your lips again. you smile this time, still sleepy, but just as bright as the morning sun. "good morning again, 'zuha." you kiss him one more time for good measure. he doesn't let you get very far, capturing your lips once more.

hours pass by and you're still here. neither of you have made a move to get up despite the sounds of other sailors starting to move about the ship. kazuha lies wrapped in your embrace, his heart fluttering every time you press a fleeting kiss to his skin.

but all good things must come to an end. there's a knock on the door to your cabin, effectively waking the two of you up. you'd been starting to doze back off together before this. kazuha doesn't say a word and neither do you, hoping to get the person to leave, but after a drawn out silence, they knock again. and again. and again. clearly, this person won't give up. you cave in and groan. "who is it?" you call out.

the voice that comes from the other side makes kazuha freeze. "it's kenji! you said we would train together today, remember?"

kazuha looks at you. he can only hope he doesn't look as desperate as he feels. he silently begs you to remain silent or to turn him away, to just stay by his side for today. but you sit up quickly — too quickly. "shit, i did," you swear to yourself. you peel yourself out of kazuha's embrace and quickly start to get ready, leaving kazuha cold. "gimme a minute, i'll be out soon!" you call out again.

kazuha sits up slowly, his eyes downcast. "are you... going to train him again?" the question is out before he can stop himself. he's barely got that feeling in check, his control hanging on by a thread. the first tender moment you've shared in weeks — ruined. he can't take this anymore.

you look over at him, but you don't stop getting ready. kazuha's stomach twists. "yeah," you say as you pull your shirt on. "why?"

"this may be presumptuous of me, but could you... stay in just for today, dove?" archons, he must look so pathetic right now.

"i really want to, but i already stayed in longer than i should have." you fix your clothing in the mirror nearby.

kazuha winces, but you miss it. you're right. he may feel a certain way about the person you're around, but at the end of the day, you have a duty to fulfill, and he shouldn't keep you from that. he feels like a liability to you.

you finish getting ready and sit on the edge of the bed. you cup his cheek and make him face you. there's concern and apology written all over your face. "i'll make it up to you soon, okay?" you promise. it's not an empty promise — it's the first time you're saying this to him. perhaps he should believe you. you've never given him reason to doubt you before.

kazuha nods. "i'll hold you to that, songbird." he won't. "go on; i'm sure he's waiting for you."

you surprise him by kissing him quick and rushing a goodbye. in the blink of an eye, you're gone, leaving him by his lonesome.

it's not until you're gone that kazuha realizes that he doesn't know when 'soon' will be.

it was only a matter of time before kazuha lost control of that feeling.

soon never came. for the rest of that day, you were by kenji's side. you returned to the ship sporting a few cuts and bruises, courtesy of your student. he was much more injured than you were, but he was all smiles — you both were. some real bonding must have occurred while you two were at each other's throats because you were inseparable from that point forward. before kazuha went to bed that night, he noticed kenji looking at you with so much fondness that it made him want to bury his head in the sand. that was the last straw; seeing an outsider look at you the same way a lover would — the way kazuha does.

a few days go by before kazuha reaches his breaking point.

he's alone this afternoon. he decided to take to the streets of liyue harbor hoping the hustle and bustle would jumble his thoughts enough so that he could stop thinking. if you were here, you would steer him away from so much activity since you know how much he detests high-energy environments. instead, you're... elsewhere. he actually has no idea where you are. he pretends that that doesn't bother him. he pushes it away; out of sight, out of mind, right..?

he eventually comes to a stop at the docks and takes a seat. it turns out that he couldn't handle all of the excitement. it's quieter here. it allows him to make sense of his thoughts.

as he looks out at the water, he figures that perhaps it's time for him to face the truth.

he's... jealous.

kazuha cringes inwardly. to give that feeling a name feels... disgusting. he feels foolish. how idiotic of him to feel jealous of someone like kenji, of all people. kazuha has known you for so long, and has been by your side for longer. you would actually probably laugh at him if you knew he felt this way — it seems impossible for someone like kazuha to feel like this.

but at this point, who could blame him? how else is he supposed to feel when his heart is being kept away from him? when it feels like his heart doesn't want to return to him? what about kenji has you running back to him all the time? kazuha refuses to question his worth to you — you wouldn't return to your cabin every night if he meant nothing to you — but the fact that you're gone before he wakes makes him wonder if he's at fault. was he boring you? was he too clingy? what did he do?

as he's mulling over ways to try and confront you on the whole ordeal, he hears footsteps approaching. he doesn't dare turn around. he knows exactly who's coming.

"kenji," he greets the newcomer without looking up. "how nice of you to join me. to whom do i owe this pleasure?"

"oh, no one! i just thought you seemed kinda bummed out, so i thought i'd come by." kenji sounds upbeat and, if kazuha strains his ears, seems to be using a dialect used by inazumans in the countryside. is he trying to make kazuha feel comfortable?

"do i, now?" kazuha works his jaw a few times in an attempt to reel back the attitude. he can't go around giving people the wrong impression of him, can he? (even if that person is kenji.) "i appreciate the gesture. but i'm afraid it's unnecessary."

kenji makes a noise of confusion. kazuha still refuses to look at him. "why so? i could've sworn you were upset. you look down whenever your friend isn't around."

his... what? "pardon?"

kenji says your name. "usually you're around them, but lately you guys haven't been together, and i thought you looked pretty down about it. was i wrong?"

kazuha's not sure if he should laugh. surely kenji doesn't think you two were just friends. that can't be right, can it? he decides to drag this out. "not completely," he half-laughs. "there's more to it than that."

"oh, so you like them too?" kenji's quick to sit by kazuha's side, a strange excitement lacing his tone.

too?

"they're amazing, aren't they?" kenji continues. he launches into some kind of infatuated rant about you and your skills, your sense of humor, and things of the like. and the longer it goes on, the more incredulous kazuha's stare grows. who exactly did kenji think he was talking to right now? did he honestly think that you two were just friends and nothing more?

kenji's next words are the nail in the coffin. "if i'm being honest, i'm thinking of making a move..."

kazuha puts a hand up, cutting kenji off. he can't fucking believe this. he needs to see you. now. "as flattered as i am that you thought to cheer me up, i believe i should take my leave now." he says, fighting the urge to clench his teeth.

"oh! so, you're not upset?"

"it's hard to say." kazuha stands and wishes kenji well before allow his feet to carry him to the ship. he lets the wind tell him of your whereabouts — it feels nice to do that after so long.

luckily for him, you're in your shared cabin. you're sitting on the bed, reading something. you jump at kazuha's sudden entrance, but smile when you see him. "hey, welcome back!" you scoot to the side, making room for him on the bed. kazuha takes his spot beside you. "what's going on?"

kazuha has no idea what to think anymore. this whole time, he was jealous of a man who couldn't tell when two people were in a relationship. he spent weeks questioning his worth and putting himself down for this? this... this was a waste of his time! he's been surrounded by two people who just couldn't read a situation this entire time; you, who couldn't tell just how much kazuha was agonizing over this, and kenji, who needed a total reality check.

you pull him out of his thoughts with a light touch to his hand. "kazuha? is everything okay?"

"were you aware of kenji's feelings for you?" he asks. straight to the point. no cutting corners.

you blink. so no then. "his what?"

"it's been painfully evident for weeks that your student has been harboring strong one-sided feelings for you, dove." kazuha's patience is wearing thin.

"i've been knocking him around for weeks, why the hell would he like me?" you shudder, seemingly uncomfortable with the thought. that's reassuring, at least. "plus, couldn't he tell that i'm not available?"

"i can answer that for you." kazuha shakes his head. "he had no idea. he approached me and informed me that he thought of, and i quote, 'making a move'." he chuckles when you reel back in shock.

"i should probably let him know—" you start to get up, presumably to find kenji and inform him of the truth, but kazuha grabs your wrist, stopping you. "hm?"

"may i suggest something else?" he asks. when you nod, he cups your face in one hand and leans in to press a short kiss to your lips. kazuha kisses you again, even slower this time.

when you part, you whisper, "i don't see how this is gonna fix anything."

kazuha grins almost wolfishly. "do you trust me, dove?"

you nod.

"then follow my lead." kazuha captures your lips sweetly, savoring every second it drags on.

it's been quite some time since he's kissed you like this — slowly and without haste. he uses this as a chance to make up for the time you've lost thanks to this whole ordeal. he licks at the seam of your lips and you let him in, tilting your head to deepen the kiss some more.

kazuha's head starts to spin. he's intoxicated by you already — usually, he's able to contain himself for longer. drunk on the taste of you, kazuha inches forward and you lean back, taking the hint and breaking the kiss to lie down. he hovers over you and snakes his hand up your arm, taking your wrist in his bandaged fingers. the two of you stare at each other, exchanging silent words of adoration before your lips meet again, a bit more feverish this time.

there's untapped passion pouring out of kazuha as he licks into your mouth. he drinks in every sigh, swallows every content noise you make and thrives off of them, using your pleasure as fuel. this is what he wanted — what he needed — and it seems like you agree. he breaks away from your lips and trails heated kisses down to your neck, where he lets the frustration of the past few weeks go.

mark after mark appears on your neck, a palette of purples and reds decorating your skin. they bloom under kazuha's lips like flowers of desire, and he feels dizzy. it doesn't help that you're whining whenever he nips at your skin, nor does it help that you have your fingers tangled in his hair.

"kazuha, this is—" your breath hitches. "you're biting kinda hard..."

oops.

that's all kazuha needs to push off of you, but not before leaving a mark just underneath your jaw, dark and obvious, where it'd be impossible to hide. he gazes down at you in all your flushed glory. you're breathing a little heavy, as is he, and your eyes are hooded. you're a mess beneath him. you're stunning.

unfortunately, he knows he should stop. kazuha leans down and kisses you as an apology. "forgive me, songbird," he murmurs against your lips. "you sounded so pretty for me."

you slap at his shoulder, making him chuckle. he sits up and after a couple seconds, so do you. you run your fingers gingerly over the marks kazuha left on you. "so is this how you're letting kenji know what's going on?" you ask, your voice breathy.

kazuha's brows twitch at the name. he almost forgot why he was doing this. "yes." he watches as you walk over to the mirror to inspect them. "i take it you like what you see?"

you glare at him through the mirror. "he's not the only one who's gonna get the message," you grumble. "you left them in the most obvious places!"

"and yet you can't stop touching them. you like them, don't you?"

you throw a brush at him, which he easily catches. "i can't stand you. why don't you admit that you were jealous, then?"

that word. that feeling that he so desperately tried to avoid naming. there's no use hiding from it anymore, is there? kazuha nods. "i was, actually. he took up so much of your time, i..." he feels a sudden tug of guilt again. "i've battled with myself for weeks over it."

you return to your spot beside him. "weeks..? kazuha, i—"

"i thought that i'd done something to repel you." he confesses. "and i didn't want to keep you stuck by my side when you didn't want to be. but truthfully, i... i missed you, petal. very much." he raises a hand to brush over the fresh marks. you shiver in the wake of his touch. "which is why i got so carried away."

to his surprise, you throw your arms around him and bury your face in his shoulder. he wraps his arms around you in kind, holding you as close as he can. "i'm sorry." your words are muffled by his clothes. "i should've managed my time better. and i should've noticed his behavior a lot sooner."

kazuha sighs and melts into your arms just a little more. "that matters not anymore." he mumbles. "what matters now is that you're here, and you're aware. and," he pulls back to look at you again, "when he sees you again, he knows about us."

"you want him to know i'm yours, don't you?" you ask. you sound sassy, but your expression tells a different story. you look sheepish, if anything.

for some reason, your words make kazuha feel the same way. that's the heart of the issue, isn't it? he wants not just kenji, but everyone else who may see you to know that you're completely off-limits. not even he knew he was capable of feeling so possessive.

you don't seem bothered by it, however. you seem... satisfied. you smile. "i'm yours, kazuha," you affirm. "from now until forever."

he leans in and presses a kiss to your forehead. forever may sound like a long time, but it's enough to send his heart aflutter. he's never going to lose you to anyone else.

(when the two of you leave your cabin, you run into kenji. kazuha takes great pride in watching the recruit's eyes blow wide when he catches sight of the marks on your skin. and to the surprise of no one, he suddenly improves in his combat skills. so much so, in fact, that he doesn't need any more one-on-one training.)

✦ i am so SO sorry for all this. the ending is messy, i know.. kinda outta order, but hey, it's done! i'm proud of the rest of it, okay?

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