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forest-hashira · 2 months

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Forever Yours

before i drop this here and run away, i just want to say that i welcome anyone who follows me because you enjoy my writing, but please keep in mind that this is far outside of what i usually write, so if you're following expecting a lot more of this, you're going to be disappointed. everything i've written here besides this is sfw, so. you've been informed. don't get mad at me for expecting something i told you not to expect. anyways, enjoy this!

read on ao3 here | wc: ~5.1k | cw: omegaverse, omega/afab reader, alpha kyojuro, established relationship, mating cycles (reader's in heat), knotting, mating bites, unprotected piv sex, vaginal fingering, implied chubby reader. minors do not interact.

No matter how many times he assured you it was fine, that he wanted you there, you didn’t think you’d ever get used to spending your heats with Kyojuro.

You’d been dating for over a year at this point, but you’d only had half a dozen heats at most since then, probably less. Your heats had been irregular ever since you presented, but multiple doctors had assured you it wasn’t anything to be seriously concerned about, so you did your best not to worry about it.

The first heat you had after you started dating had started in the middle of the night, when the two of you were supposed to watch the sunrise together in the morning. You’d immediately texted him, saying vaguely that you didn’t feel well and that you’d have to take a rain check on the sunrise, though it made you sad to do so.

Much to your surprise, he had still shown up at your agreed upon time for your date, but instead of flowers he’d had shopping bags in his hands. He didn’t even seem upset that you hadn’t specifically told him you were in heat, just more concerned that you might not have everything you needed to get through it. You could tell he wanted to stay with you through it, but since you hadn’t invited him to, he didn’t ask, only promising that he was a phone call away if you needed him.

You made it less than forty-eight hours before you were calling him, asking if you could stay with him through it. He’d dropped everything to pick you up from your apartment and bring you back to his own.

After that it was an unspoken agreement that you spent all of your heats with him at his apartment.

Even having done this before, even knowing that nothing you did to make yourself more comfortable in his space could make him upset with you, nesting at his apartment still made you nervous. The first time you’d built a nest in his apartment, you’d done it in a closet, not wanting it to be in his way or disrupt his life any more than you already were. He’d told you he was honored you felt safe enough to nest in his apartment, but there was a sadness in his voice and on his face he hadn’t been able to disguise. In your delicate state, you’d wildly misunderstood the reason for his sadness, and had begun to cry, apologizing for taking up space that wasn’t yours. He’d spent a long time after that assuring you that you hadn’t done anything wrong, and that the only reason he was sad was because he’d hoped you’d nest somewhere he could join you, or at least keep a better eye on you.

Progress had been slow, but every time your nest migrated to a more open spot, he seemed to get happier and happier. You hoped that trend would continue, because this time the only place your Omega instincts would accept as a nesting spot was his bed.

You’d kept it small, as much as it pained you to do so: just a few extra blankets, the extra pillows from his closet, and a hoodie of his you’d slipped into. The clothing was thick, almost too warm with your rising body temperature, but it smelled like him, and you needed that to help calm you until he got home from work.

Almost as if your thoughts had summoned him, you heard his keys in the front door, and you sat up in your nest, anxiously gripping the blanket in your lap. What if he hated it? you fretted internally. What if he’s angry I used his bed? What if—

Your anxious thoughts were stopped in their tracks when you heard him call your name, his voice full of warmth and love and tenderness, just like it always was during your heats. You didn’t call back, the words sticking in your throat, but you knew it wouldn’t take him long to find you; your scent had begun to fill the apartment a few hours before, though you’d done your best not to let it get too overwhelming outside of his room.

Within a minute his footsteps approached and his head peeked around the door. Your heart leapt into your throat then, convinced he’d see your nest in his bed and become upset, asking you to take it apart. Instead, you watched as he took you in for a moment, then seemed to realize what you’d turned his bed into, and he broke out into a bright grin.

He closed the distance between you in just a few steps, and he cradled your face in his hands for a moment before he kissed you.

“You’re not upset?” you asked, once he’d finally given you a chance to breathe.

“Upset?” Kyojuro asked, clearly surprised by your words. “Baby, I’ve been waiting for you to feel comfortable enough to nest in my bed for months. How could I possibly be upset?”

Tears pricked at your eyes at his words, and all you could do was turn your head slightly into his touch, pressing a featherlight kiss to the inside of his wrist.

“My only concern is the size, though,” he added after a moment, stroking your cheek with his thumb to get your attention again.

Just like the first time, you misunderstood his meaning. “O-oh, okay,” you said quietly, feeling a bit embarrassed. “I can make it smaller, move it to my side of the bed. You don’t have to, uh. Have to share it with me.” Your voice grew softer as you spoke, barely a whisper as the last few words left your lips. You had hoped he’d cuddle you in the nest for as long as you could take it — maybe even fuck you in it later, your inner Omega suggested hopefully — but clearly he didn’t want that, and the last thing you wanted was to impose.

“No, little flame, don’t be silly,” he chided, his fiery eyes shining as he looked at you. “I just meant it looks a little sparse, your last few have been cozier than this. Are you sure it’s to your satisfaction?”

You stared at him for a moment, a light blush dusting your cheeks. “…no,” you admitted after a moment. “I just…didn’t want to take over your space like that.”

“It’s yours to take over,” he assured you, leaning in to press a kiss to the tip of your nose before finally releasing you. “Come on, I’ll help you bulk it up.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, and all you could do was nod, allowing him to take your hand and pull you up from the bed, forgetting until you were standing in front of him that you wore nothing but his hoodie and your panties.

His eyes flashed briefly at the sight, but all he did was smile. “You look comfy like that,” he said simply, giving your hand a squeeze before leading you into the laundry room. A basket full of his clean clothes sat by the door, and he easily scooped it up, carrying it back to his room. “Pick whatever you want out of there,” he encouraged. “I’m going to find every single blanket in this apartment for you, and if you want more I’ll drive to the store and buy the softest ones they have.”

A small giggle escaped you at his words, and you shook your head slightly at him. “That’s not necessary,” you assured him. “As long as it smells like you I’ll be happy.”

Reinforcing the nest didn’t take long, especially with Kyojuro there to help, following your every instruction about where to put the blankets and how best to arrange them to help the nest keep its shape. You incorporated every shirt, hoodie, and pair of pajama pants from the basket of his clothes into the nest, leaving out only the jeans and boxers.

“It looks beautiful, baby,” he murmured, after you’d finished your work. “Do you want to lay down in it now?”

You nodded eagerly at his words, your inner omega preening as he praised your nest. Upon his insistence, you climbed in first, settling down near the center. Once you were comfortable, you looked over at him with your best puppy eyes and reached out for him. “Cuddles?” you pleaded, blinking slowly at him the way you knew always worked.

“Anything you want,” he agreed, shucking off the jeans he was wearing before he crawled up the bed to your side, smiling at you all the while. “I’m so proud of you,” he murmured, holding you close once he’d reached you.

“For what?” you asked, a bit confused.

“For building your nest in my bed. For being honest and telling me you weren’t happy with the state of it when I asked, and for letting me help you make it better for you.”

The blush in your cheeks was impossible to hide, especially with the way it crawled up your ears and down your chest a bit. “Oh…” was all you could manage for a moment, his praises making you feel almost dizzy. “Thank you for helping me put it together. You didn’t have to do that.”

“But I wanted to,” he promised, nuzzling his nose lightly against your own; he wasn’t quite scent marking you, but it was reassuring all the same. “I’d do anything for you,” he added, almost to himself, and your blush intensified, making you feel as if you could burst into flames right then and there.

Not knowing what to say, you cuddled further into him, fingers tangling in the shirt he wore and pressing your cheek against his for a moment. “Could we watch a movie?” Your voice was quiet as you spoke, but he was so focused on you that he caught your words easily.

“What do you want to watch?” Kyojuro turned away from you slightly to grab the remote for his TV from the nightstand, but even with as short as the distance between you was, you whined softly. He chuckled softly at the sound, quickly returning to his position, squishing you against him and peppering your cheeks with kisses.

“You pick,” you told him, relaxing once he had you in his arms again. Honestly, you didn’t really care what you watched; you just wanted some background noise to help you sleep. You were exhausted, and though you hadn’t said anything, you were sure your boyfriend could tell.

A soft kiss dropped to your forehead after you spoke, and you watched as he turned on the TV, clicking around a bit until he landed on a period drama; your inner Omega cheered when you realized it was one of your favorites.

The feeling of his hand rubbing up and down your back had you melting into him in seconds, practically purring in satisfaction. Before you could fully sink into sleep or your heat-driven headspace, you forced yourself to pull away from him enough to look up into his face. “Hey Kyo?”

“What is it, little flame?” he asked, his eyes soft as he smiled down at you.

The nickname sent a little shiver down your spine, but you ignored it for now; what you needed to tell him was important. “I want you to claim me this time.”

The alpha in your arms seemed to freeze then, and you suddenly worried you’d crossed the line. The two of you had never technically had a conversation about the subject, but it had always felt like the obvious next step in your relationship; you’d never felt the same way about anyone else, and you couldn’t imagine a future without him.

“Are you sure?” he asked after a few moments, brushing a stray hair away from your eyes. “That’s a big commitment.” He watched you closely as he spoke, trying to gauge your reaction.

You nodded eagerly at his words. “I’m sure,” you promised. “I’ve felt the way you hold back during my heats and your ruts. I really want your mark this time. I needed to tell you before I got too lost in the hormones, in case you didn’t think I meant it.”

Any anxiety you might’ve felt about the situation melted away as he pulled you into a kiss, his hands cradling your face so lovingly it almost hurt.

“I want it too,” he murmured against your lips, kissing you again softly. “I’ll mark you this time. I love you,” he promised, pressing his forehead gently to yours.

“I love you too,” you breathed out, relief washing over you at the knowledge that you were on the same page. You snuggled further into him, burying your face into his neck and seeking out his scent gland. A purr rumbled in his chest at the touch, and it made you melt.

“Get some sleep,” he encouraged, one hand coming up to cradle the back of your head while the other squeezed your side gently. “I know this week is gonna wear you out, you’ll need all the rest you can get.”

That was all the encouragement you needed, purring against his skin as you finally drifted off, tucked close into his warmth.

You weren’t sure how long you’d been asleep, but when you woke up you were sweating, suddenly feeling suffocated in the hoodie you’d put on earlier. You wriggled out of it as quickly as you could, tossing it to one side of your nest. Unfortunately, freeing yourself from the stifling garment didn’t bring the relief you’d hoped for, and you whined.

After a moment, you realized you were alone in the nest, and you sat up, turning towards the door. “Kyo?” you called out, not quite sure where he would be; he didn’t leave your side much during your heats, so waking up alone during them was uncommon.

Thankfully, he was back at your side in less than a minute, placing a bottle of gatorade – your favorite flavor, of course – and a snack on the bedside table. “Hey, gorgeous,” he greeted, crawling into the bed with you again, kissing your forehead. “Just went to get a couple things for you. Could smell your heat setting in while you were still asleep.”

You nodded dumbly at his words, leaning into his touch as he pulled you close. You sought out his scent gland again, pressing your nose into it and taking a deep breath. The smell of him was heady, spices and woodsmoke filling your senses and making your mouth water slightly. You shifted your position slightly, pushing yourself up on your knees a bit to rub your cheek against his scent gland, eyes closed all the while.

A low sound rumbled in his chest, and he wrapped his arms more securely around you, letting you get as much of his scent as you wanted. One hand rubbed your back softly as he held you, the other trailing down a little lower, grabbing at the meat of your thigh and relishing in the way it squished a bit in his hand; he’d always been fond of your softness, saying your squishiness and stretch marks were his favorite parts of you. He’d figured out early on in your relationship that you sometimes felt self conscious about your weight, even to the point of watching what you ate around him, but he had promised you countless times that your weight didn’t matter to him; he just loved you.

A soft gasp escaped you as he gripped your thigh, and your hold on him tightened slightly. It was at that point that you fully realized he had removed his shirt at some point, leaving him in just his boxers. The feeling of his warm skin – he had always run a bit warm – pressed against your flushed body had a purr escaping you, loud and happy, your hips rolling into him slightly, the action completely involuntary.

Kyojuro bit his lip as you moved against him, stifling the moan that rose in his chest. “Baby,” he murmured, after he’d gotten himself under control again. You didn’t react, seeming not to have heard his voice, so he tried again, this time pulling you away from his neck. “My love,” he murmured, a gentle smile on his face as he looked into your eyes. “Can you tell me what you need? I don’t want to assume anything or do something you’re not ready for yet.”

You whined softly as he pulled you away from where you’d been scenting him, but the weight of his hands at the back of your neck and on your hip kept you grounded there with him. Mind already beginning to grow a bit hazy, you had to take a moment to formulate an answer. “Touch me,” you replied, the words much breathier and pleading than you had intended.

His smile turned a bit more knowing at that, his smile quirking up into a slight smirk. “Alright, I can do that. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” His words were gentle as reassuring as his hand left your hip and trailed down between your legs. He couldn’t stop the moan that left his lips this time, the feeling of your slick soaked panties making him feel a bit feral. “So wet already,” he praised, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “C’mon, lift up for me. Gonna take these off, ‘kay?” he asked, meeting your eyes again and tugging lightly at the waistband of your underwear.

You nodded at his request, lifting yourself off of him, whimpering slightly at the loss of contact with him, though soon you’d helped him get your panties down your legs, the clothing tossed to some unknown corner of the room.

“Gonna start with my fingers,” the fiery haired man said, bringing you back to settle on his lap for the time being.

You nodded again at his words, more eager this time, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hand made its way between your legs. Normally you would’ve been embarrassed at the way slick was beginning to drip from your pussy, but right now you were so desperate for him to touch you that you didn’t care.

As his fingers finally brushed against your folds, you gasped, clinging to him a bit tighter without thinking about it. His touch was gentle at first, but when he found your clit he pressed his thumb to it, he began rubbing it in firm circles that made you whimper so pretty for him. “Kyo, please,” you pleaded quietly. “Need more.”

“I got you,” he soothed, kissing your temple before pushing a finger into your entrance. He pumped it a few times, though when he met with no resistance he easily pushed in a second. His fingers pumped in and out of you, curling on every few thrusts, his thumb still steady in its movement on your clit.

Your arms tightened slightly around his neck as he started touching you more, panting against his skin and letting out little moans every time his fingertips brushed against your sweet spot. After a few minutes of that, your hips rocking into his hand slightly to meet his thrusts, he pressed a third finger into you, the stretch causing your eyes to roll back into your head. It was nothing compared to his knot, you knew that, but it still felt sinfully good the way the digits pumped in and out of your cunt, movements aided by the amount of slick leaking from you.

Eventually your thighs began to tremble, and you buried your face further into his neck. “Feels s’good,” you whimpered into his neck. Your hips still rocked down into his hand, eagerly meeting his thrusts and adding to the stimulation of his thumb rubbing circles on your clit.

“Yeah?” he asked softly, the hand not currently buried in your cunt rubbing up and down your thigh, almost as if to soothe you. “You gonna come on my fingers like this?” His words held no teasing whatsoever, only love and affection; all he wanted to do was make you feel good, so hearing that you were enjoying his touches made his internal Alpha swell with pride.

“Want to,” you whined, rocking your hips down a bit harder than before. A breathy moan escaped your lips then, and before you had fully realized what was happening, your lips were captured in a warm, affectionate kiss.

“You can do it,” Kyojuro praised, after he broke the kiss. He began to curl his fingers into your most sensitive spot with every thrust, his thumb moving more quickly on your clit. “C’mon, baby, come for me. Wanna make you feel good.”

His words seemed to flip a switch inside you, and you came with a cry, hiding your face and sinking your teeth lightly into the curve of his shoulder; you wanted to mark him, but some part of you was holding back, wanting him to claim you first, leave his mark on you and show how much he wanted you.

He couldn’t have stopped the grin that crept across his face if he’d wanted to, feeling very self-satisfied at the way you fell apart for him, so well and so easily. The hand on your thigh slid up your back, pressing you closer into him as he worked you carefully through your high and let you catch your breath. “How do you feel?” He asked after a few moments, nuzzling lightly at your cheek until you opened your eyes to look up at him.

“Feel hot,” you answered honestly, and you could feel yourself slipping fully into your heat. “Need you, Kyo. Need your knot, please, need it so bad.” You were practically babbling at this point, and he shushed you with a gentle kiss.

“Alright, little flame, alright. I’ve got you,” the alpha soothed, sliding his fingers out of you to maneuver you onto your back in the middle of your nest.

A pathetic whine escaped your lips as he separated from you, and you reached out for him weakly, brows furrowed as your pussy clenched around nothing. “Please,” you whimpered, eyes slightly glassy as you looked up at him.

Kyojuro only separated from you long enough to pull his boxers down and kick them off, though as soon as that was done he was leaning into you again, fingers slipping between your legs again and rubbing up and down your soaked folds. “I’m right here,” he soothed, smiling gently down at you as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

The touch settled you a bit, and a slight smile tugged at your lips when he kissed your forehead. Your eyes slipped closed as he began to trail kisses down the side of your face to your neck, where he buried his face into your scent gland, taking a deep breath of your scent: black tea, honey, and the tiniest hint of mint enveloped him, and he dragged his tongue across the spot, drawing a shudder from you. Your fingers tangled in his hair at the touch, and you tugged, trying to get his attention again. “Please, Kyo, need you to fill me up, need your knot.”

Your words made him groan against your skin, and he pulled away from your neck to look down into your eyes. “Okay, baby. Okay,” was all he said, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before he took his length in his hand, lining himself up with your entrance before pushing in. His length slid in with ease, meeting no resistance until he was seated fully inside you.

The two of you moaned in unison once he was inside you, and you had to close your eyes for a moment as you adjusted to the feeling of him inside of you. He scattered kisses across your chest as he waited for permission to move, not wanting to overwhelm you at any point during this, regardless of how much he may have wanted to just start pounding you into the mattress; this wasn’t about him, after all, it was about making sure you were satisfied and taken care of.

After a few moments, you opened your eyes again, looking down at where you could still feel his lips against the skin of your chest, and you trailed your fingers gently along the curve of his jaw. Once he’d tilted his head to meet your eyes, you gave him a small nod, shifting your hips slightly to assure him you were ready.

The alpha smiled warmly as you let him know you were ready for him to move, and he shifted up slightly to capture your lips in a soft, loving kiss as he pulled his hips back, relishing in the way you sighed against his lips as he sank back into you. His pace was slow at first, far more focused on how deep he could reach than on how fast he could fuck into you. When you sank your fingers into his hair and tugged, though, a small growl slipped from his lips, and his pace quickened.

A moan escaped you as Kyojuro began to thrust into you harder than before, rolling his hips against you at the end of every thrust, the movement grinding his pubic bone into your clit in a way that had your toes curling. “Kyo,” you whimpered, nuzzling against his cheek. “Need more, please.” Your voice was soft, and if you hadn’t been pressed so close together, he might have missed it.

“Yeah?” the fiery haired man panted, nuzzling you back lightly. “All you had to do was ask, baby.” With that, he adjusted his position, pushing himself up slightly on his knees for a moment as he gathered your legs in his hands, squeezing the plush of your things as he guided your legs around his waist. Once he was satisfied with the new position, he smiled down at you again, though now his expression was a bit more predatory, like he was ready to devour you. Without another word, he leaned in again, pressing a searing kiss to your lips as he began to fuck you even harder, even faster than he had been, now chasing his own pleasure as well as yours.

A high-pitched moan had you breaking the kiss long before you wanted to, but his lips never quite left your skin, mouthing across your jaw and down your neck, licking and sucking and nibbling as he went. When he reached your scent gland, he sealed his mouth over it, grazing his teeth lightly over it. The action made you tighten around him, and he groaned, his hips slamming into the backs of your thighs.

“Fuck, baby, feel so good, all for me,” he mumbled into your skin, one of his hands leaving your thigh to reach up and pinch your nipple between his fingers, tugging on it once before releasing it, smirking slightly at the way it made you squirm.

“Only for you,” you cried out in response to his words, your grip on his hair tightening. “Please, Kyo, need your knot, please.” You clenched around him, already able to feel the swell at the base of his cock catch at your entrance every few thrusts. “Want you to claim me, wanna be yours.”

He swore under his breath, pressing his body closer to yours as he fucked relentlessly into your dripping cunt. “You want me that bad? Want me to fill you up? Want me to mark you so everyone knows you’re taken?”

“Yes!” you practically wailed, tears beginning to well in the corners of your eyes. “Fuck, please, Alpha, want it so bad, need it.” You were bordering on incoherent at this point, the knot in your stomach tightening with every slap of his skin against yours.

“Then cum for me, Omega. Show me how bad you want it.”

His words were enough to tip you over the edge, and you screamed his name as you clamped down on his dick, hips bucking up to meet his as your eyes rolled back in your head.

Kyojuro growled at the feeling, only managing to thrust a few more times before his knot swelled completely, locking the two of you together as he came, pressing as deep into you as he could. As he came, he sank his teeth into your neck, biting down on your scent gland until he tasted blood, his internal Alpha cheering as he finally marked you as his.

Your nails dug into his scalp as his knot locked the two of you together, and you swore you could feel his cum shooting straight into your womb, filling you until you couldn’t possibly hold any more. When you felt his teeth sink into your throat, your vision went white, your whole body shuddering into another small orgasm, every muscle in your body going taut until he finally released your neck.

He pulled away after a few moments to admire his work, grinning slightly at the sight of his mark on your neck. He dropped his mouth to the spot again, though this time he laved his tongue over the wound, soothing the spot as best he could in that moment. Unbeknownst to him, he’d started purring against you as he dropped his weight onto you, the sound rumbling deep in his chest and causing you to relax a bit.

Slowly, your mind came back to your body, and you couldn’t help the dopey grin that settled on your lips. Your hold on his hair loosened, your hands now sliding down to his back hugging him to yourself as you began to purr as well. “...Can I mark you?” you asked after a few minutes, nuzzling against his neck, scent marking him even though you knew your scent was all over him already.

“Of course you can, little flame. Gotta make sure we match, hm?” He tilted his head to the side as he spoke, offering you complete access to his neck.

Your expression brightened slightly at his words, and after pressing a soft kiss to his neck, you sank your teeth into his scent gland, sealing him to you, just as his bite had sealed you to him.

He gave an involuntary thrust of his hips as you bit him, and he felt more than heard your gasp as he released another spurt of cum into your cunt. Turning his head to face you again, he pressed a soft kiss to your temple, almost as if in apology. Attentive partner that he was, he immediately noticed the way your eyelids began to droop shut, and he smiled softly. “Get some rest, love,” he murmured, brushing a lock of hair away from your sweat-sticky forehead when he saw you fighting sleep. “I’ll be right here to keep taking care of you when you wake up.”

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thefandomdirtymind · 7 months

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Casual

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OPLA - Vinsmoke Sanji

Part 2

Sanji series : SFW Shiny Offering NSFW The Small Favor - SFW The Mermaid Dream - SFW The Magic of a Kiss

A/N IMPORTANT: I didn't know exactly why but I wanted to write that fun and casual conversation between Sanji and reader remembering their sexy time. But I had to put a little bit of difficulties in it and I hope you will like it. I think to do a second part but I'm not sure yet...

Warning : Mention of a lot of sexual stuff : Oral Man ! and Female ! giving receiving, small bondage, penetration, bruises.

* English is not my first language, I tried really hard to correct myself but, I hope you will excuse me if some mistakes are still there.

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The golden light of the sunrise was reflecting in the calm water when Sanji put his feet in the restaurant. Redressing his freshly knotted tie, entering the kitchen like if he wasn’t fifteen minutes late, he suddenly stops on his track. At the instant he saw you, he knew he was screwed.

Not that you looked at him directly, way too busy with the prep for the approaching brunch, neither that you seem mad ,even if your chopped carrots should've been smaller. In fact, he clearly recalled that when he had left your bed this morning, kissing your lips one last time, your naked form reaching for his warmth. You looked quite satisfied and relaxed.

It was not either a sudden burst of love who struck him, even if he always had affection for you, that night was from the start nothing but casual sex.

No, the reason he knew he was himself in deep shit wasn’t either because as he watched you, he could remember every inch of your skin he had feverishly kissed and bite. The problem is if Zeff discovers it. After all, even being his sous chef and prodigy couldn’t help him with the fact that he had fucked all night long his mentor daughter.

" Don’t stay there like if the kitchen was on fire, little eggplant, put on your uniform and start helping " The man himself ordered, busy in his own corner.

Turning your gaze of your carrot to observe Sanji, you smiled.

" Good morning Sanji " You said, your tone letting know nothing of your previous meeting in the dark.

" Good Morning Y/N " He replied, as he put on his white jacket, a thin smile you didn’t quite know, of his lips.

" Did you sleep well, you seem a little bit…tired" You sweetly replied, returning to your carrots.

" Yeah I had a short night…" He confessed, watching you, a warning in his eyes.

" If you would stick to the menu, you wouldn’t be up all night thinking about some recipe I won’t allow in the restaurant and sleep like everybody else. " Zeff declared, lifting the heavy potato sack.

" If we didn’t serve the same stuff everyday that restaurant would be less shitty " The blond retorted, starting to peel the vegetables, his anxiety slowly melting as he returned to his usual fight with the old man.

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It seemed an eternity before you could remove your cooking clothes. Due to the celebration yesterday, many cooks were sick, making your father and the other employers double their shift. Like if you needed it, with the little sleep Sanji and you had. But, as you return to the empty kitchen, already dreaming of the softness of your bed, you notice the blond chef still busy chopping mushrooms.

" What are you doing ? " You couldn’t help yourself to ask, curious as to why he hadn’t headed to his bed for a well deserved night of sleep. " You should go to bed I’m pretty sure those mushroom will still be there tomorrow "

" Well, I kind of have a hard time trying to get out of my head the idea of your dad discovering what I have done to you" He replied unamused, stress and guilt clearly eating him from the inside. " You see I have a sentimental attache to most of my limbs and other parts"

" Sanji, I would never tell him, we have been super discret and if I recall it clearly you aren’t alone in this. I had pretty vivid memories of sucking your dick until you begged me in french to stop " You teased, sitting on the counter.

" Like if you hadn't melted at the minute I put my mouth on you" He mocked, this time his tone almost like his usual confident self. As he abandoned his task to face you. " And I really had to remind you that cute gasp you did when I push my finger on that sweet spot you never reach yourself "

" It’s true it was a great discover, that you proudly celebrate " You conceded showing the hickeys on your clavicle "Maybe you didn’t gasped, but, I heard you a lot moaning and groaning, particularly when I was on top"

" I have no excuse, your vision was magnificent and the feeling was incredible ." He replied " But I still regret the death of my tie "

" It was for a great cause, that orgasm was one of the best I had. It’s a good thing your hand had muffled my scream because I was pretty sure I would have awake all the ship" You laugh, gladly remembering being hang by the hand to the wooden bedpost as Sanji was supported your leg around his hips thrusting in you as his life depended of it. Lucky for both of you, your bedroom was at the far end of the bedrooms corridor with no express neighbor.“ I will buy you a new one since I broke it. Even if it’s, you, who had bring it in bed "

" No need, I have many that look similar. Nobody will notice. But I will have to be careful to not be seen topless for a while. I'm glad your nails are short for cooking, my back looks like I had a fight with a cat over a fish. "

" It’s your fault, my leg was already shaking and you didn’t stop, I was on the edge of passing out ! "You protest laughing. " You deserve the scratch for making me lose my mind."

" It’s an honor I accept gladly “ He proudly said, joining you in your laugh. " I admit that my own orgasm was way better than usual, I remember you moaning quietly in my ear even if I’m not quite sure what you said."

" Sanji, at this point I’m pretty sure I could’ve whispered to you the recipe of an Apple Pie and you would have come. You were so close, trying to keep your control, I still have a faint bruise of your hand on my hip."

" Isn't it when I eat you out during round two that I left that mark ? I had to keep you in place pretty hard, you were rolling your hips and didn’t want to stop moving "He recalls, a huge grin now on his face. " I still can heard you - Please Sanji don’t stop, don’t stop "

"Ha ha ha " You rolled your eyes, still smiling at the memories." Sanji, I think we both really need to sleep, but I had to know...are we okay ? I will not talk to my dad about it, you will not too and we will live with that happy memories without a problem. We are just two friend and coworker who’s during the anniversary of their restaurant decide to casually fucked. Right ? "

" Yes, exactly," He confirmed, cleaning his area.

" Perfect, good night Sanji " You said, kissing his cheeks before jumping off the counter and exiting the kitchen.

" Good night Y/N " The blond replied, watching you go.

Now he knew he was totally screwed. Even though he hadn't truly lied, he was now reassured that your father will never know. He knew that he wasn’t clearly okay with this casual arrangement anymore. He knew at first that it wasn’t the idea of the century but after that night and the sweet way you look at him, always caring for him when nobody seem to, he couldn’t hide the issue anymore, he was slowly falling for you and he already know it, it's will hurt like hell.

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Part two ?

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zanarkandskylines · 2 months

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₊✩‧₊◜ a special morning hike

『 ♡ - k.bakugo x fem!reader 』 ⋆ ˚ʚɞ — inspired by the one and only Sharmeleon/Sharla in Japan’s beautiful sunrise from Ibaraki, Japan clip at the Oarai Isosaki Shrine’s seaside torii gate! couldn’t help but think about how much a hiking fanatic like Katsuki would adore the sight. -`✧ katsuki bakugo masterlist ｡‧˚ʚ ao3 version | word count; ~1.7k ɞ˚‧｡

April 15th: 4 years, 6 months and 18 days you’ve been entangled in Katsuki’s web.

But who’s counting?

The two of you met at the start of your twenties, interning at the same hero agency for pro-hero training. It wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to stay late at the office to catch up on paperwork, often keeping one another company into the night. One thing led to another, and here you are!

He’d just moved up a few ranks on the hero charts this past season - number three! - which was more than enough reason to celebrate this weekend. It just so happened to be a few days before his 25th birthday, too. He was none the wiser to your little plan, the aforementioned accomplishments hiding the real celebration.

Traveling four and a half hours from home was not as bad as you thought it would be, but exhausting nonetheless. The two of you are winding down in the resort’s hot spring together after dinner, the leftover sun rays peaking through the fence and reflecting off the steamy water.

“Never thought I’d be one ‘ta like shit like this,” Katsuki sighs, sinking lower into the oasis’ warmth. “ ‘s nice.”

You can’t help but smile, relaxing deeper into the water yourself. “Worth every penny to spoil you, handsome.”

He playfully splashes water in your direction, flustered by your praise. “Yeah, yeah.”

By the time eight rolls around, you’re drained from the long travel day and relaxing back in your hotel suite. You can tell Katsuki is too with the way his eyes are struggling to stay open while lounging on the couch.

“We’ve got an early day tomorrow, let’s turn in. We gotta be up at five!” You say as you nudge his shoulder.

“Fuckin’ five?!” He groans, slumping against the couch. Even though he always went to bed early, somehow Katsuki was never a morning person after all these years.

“Yep! Breakfast and then the sunrise is at six. We can come back and rest after that for as long as you want.”

“Better be the best goddamn sunrise for all that effort.”

You were hellbent on making it memorable for him, nerves be damned. You only had one shot at this and it had to be perfect.

He deserves nothing but the best in your eyes.

The alarm sounds in the darkness at five the next morning, earning dual groans from under the covers of your bed.

“Morning sunshine,” you croak as you’re rolling over to kiss Katsuki good morning. He ruffles your hair and accepts your kiss with a huff.

“Mornin’ baby. C’mon, get up before ya trap us in bed by snugglin’ up to me. This was your idea.”

Still in the process of waking up, the two of you successfully get dressed for the chilly spring morning and head to the resort lobby for breakfast. A stack of pancakes and plate of eggs later, you take Katsuki’s hand and lead him outside the resort to the nearby trail.

“It’s a five minute walk this way!” You exclaim, a little too chipper for his liking this early in the day.

“What’s got ya so…peppy?” He asks quizzically, weirded out by your burst of energy. “You’re usually still dead to th’ world at this hour.”

You say nothing in response and continue tugging him along the trail, grin growing wider as you approach the shoreline. Shockingly, no one else is on the beach and you end up having the area to yourselves.

Yes! That’s one hurdle out of the way!

Right on time, the sun begins peaking out over the horizon as the waves crash around the torii gate in the distance. The scene is breathtaking - the way the water flows fills you with a sense of serenity and helps calms your shaking hands. Out of the corner of your eye, you can spot Katsuki gazing in awe as well at the scenery, taking in the moment with you. His eyes are glistening in the sunlight, ruby irises flickering in the sorbet glow.

Alright, now or never! You got this!

“Katsuki,” you start, taking his hands in your own and turning to face him. You’re hoping that the trembling in your fingers isn’t as noticeable as it feels. You could blame it on the cold, if anything.

“I love you, more than anyone in the world. I wanted to bring you out here to show you that-”

You’re interrupted by him…laughing. Cackling, even. It catches you off guard, making you want to go crawl in a hole and die of embarrassment. Was he really laughing at your attempt to ask him one of the most important questions in your life?

Realizing how he could be coming off as the world’s biggest asshole, Katsuki stops laughing and squeezes your hands. “ ‘m sorry, I’m not laughing at you, sweets.”

“Then why are you laughing?” You pull your hands away from his, crossing your arms and casting your eyes to the dirt.

He grabs your shoulders, tracing down your arms and taking your hands once more. “Cause the timin’ is comical.”

He fidgets with one of the pockets in his coat, pulling out a red velvet box. That’s when you start laughing.

“No way, are you serious?!” Reaching into your jacket pocket, you fish out a black velvet box of your own.

The air suddenly feels much lighter, the sound of the ocean filling the silence as you stare into each other’s eyes.

“I had a whole speech,” Katsuki whispers, brushing his fingers over your cheek. “And I wrote ya a letter back in the room.”

You let out a sigh, shaking your head in disbelief. “So did I!”

You’re not sure what to do next - do you just…give it to him? Do you go through the speech anyways?

“What are ya waitin’ for? Ask me already, dammit,” he demands, taking a step back and placing his hands on his hips as a blush creeps over his features.

You giggle before composing yourself.

“Katsuki, I love you more than anyone in the world. I know you’re not one for cliches, but I wanted to show you this sunrise as a way to bring in a new dawn of our lives. You’re a flame in the dark that I can look to for warmth and always leads me back home. You’re the armor I wear everyday into battle, knowing you’ll always protect me from harm and keep me safe.”

At this point, you’re getting choked up on your own words as you hear them aloud. Carefully, you kneel to the ground in front of him, your legs threatening to give way from the nerves. When you look up at Katsuki, you can see a singular tear dripping from his jawline - the sight makes your heart stutter in your chest.

“I’ll sound like a broken record if I keep listing all the cliches I had in my head. That leaves me with just one question,” you pause to present the black box, opening to reveal a beautiful rose gold band with a golden stripe through the middle. “Katsuki Bakugo, will you marry me?”

Katsuki exhales the breath he was holding, eyes glassy as he narrows his focus on the ring in the box. He lets out a ‘tch’, grimacing playfully as he holds out his left hand.

His voice cracks as he answers with a simple, “Of course I will, idiot.”

Cautiously, you take his ring out of the box and slide it onto his left ring finger, praying you don’t drop it and ruin the moment. You stand to your feet, his left hand holding your own. He’s about to pull you in for a kiss when you stop him, placing your hand gently on his chest.

“Your turn now!” you beam, taking a step back and clutching your jacket. Katsuki’s face snaps from joy to fear, forgetting that he told you he was also planning to propose to you here moments ago. He places a hand on the back of his neck and sighs anxiously, his breath visible in the frigid air.

“R-right.” He clears his throat before taking hold of your left hand. “I…you know ‘m not a poet or whatever. ‘S why I wrote ya a letter cause I know I’d forget somethin’ important to say in the moment. I’ve been carrying around this box for weeks, not knowin’ just when I was gonna ask you. I’ve known for awhile now that I wanted…” he pauses, taking a shaky breath.

“…wanted you to be my wife. Is that weird to say?”

You nod your head, chuckling at his nervous rambling. “Not at all.”

“G-good. Cause there isn’t anyone else I wanna be beside and grow old with. It’s you, sweetheart…it’s always been you. Never thought I’d be lucky enough ‘ta find someone like you. But, I wouldn’t change it for anything. So,” Katsuki stops to crouch down on one knee, re-revealing the red velvet box from his pocket. The ring inside is absolutely gorgeous - a golden band intertwined with smaller gems and a pear-shaped diamond in the center.

“Y/N…will you marry me?”

You can’t help but choke back a sob when he drops the question, overwhelmed by the situation. The tears are forcibly streaming down your cheeks as you yell, “Yes!”

Katsuki doesn’t hesitate to grab your left hand and place the ring on your finger. Not surprising, it fits perfectly. You’ll have to grill him later on who he asked to snoop to get the right size - probably Uraraka or Jiro. Or maybe he took one of your decorative rings to the jeweler to mimic the size.

He rockets to his feet, hands shooting to cradle your cheeks immediately and places his forehead against yours.

“ ‘s just you an’ me, peach. I love you,” he whispers before capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. Your arms lace around his neck as he picks you up, swinging you in his arms gracefully. When you part, he wipes a stray tear from your cheek and smiles from ear to ear.

The sun casts the last of its pastel hues and paints the scene of a new beginning - it’s the two of you, now and forever.

⋆ ˚ʚɞ — Women proposing to men always make me sob, it’s so sweet and you know Kat would be a mess once you’re back in the hotel room. like “how dare you beat me to that!” while simultaneously sobbing over the fact you asked him first ✨

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becomingthatgirl111 · 1 year

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"hot girl walk"

daily walking is also a form of exercise, we work all our muscles, it helps us to lose weight, to have a healthy lifestyle, and more benefits. you should practice it and incorporate it to your routine!

the "hot girl walk" is a very complete activity since we take advantage of exercising and moving our body while connecting with ourselves, our purpose, and nature.

what time of the day? whenever you want! i love to do it mid-morning and I have also practiced it before sunrise and at sunset.

where? look for a place that inspires serenity and calmness, preferably in nature, i do it on the beach.

how long? 30 minutes is fine, the time is up to you.

how many days a week? minimum 3, the recommended is every day!

i like to complement this practice by listening to personal growth podcasts or audiobooks, you can also listen to relaxing music or simply let yourself be carried away by the sounds of nature.

i also recommend you to download a walking app that will count the km you do so you can keep track of what you do, i assure you that it will help motivate you! you can also motivate yourself with small goals such as starting walking 3 times a week.

benefits of walking for the mind

reduces anxiety

reduces depression

removes stress

sleeps better

helps with memory

plan better

you make better decisions

it gives you security

benefits for the body

increase your energy

helps you lose weight

walking prevents obesity and cellulite deposits.

increases vitamin d levels

improves circulation

is good for your bones and joints

lengthens your life

can help boost immune function.

strengthens the heart

is good for the brain

muscles we train when we walk: quadriceps and hamstrings, calves, and hip adductors. the gluteal and abdominal muscles are also used.

romanticize your practice

listening to meditation while walking

listening to positive affirmations

thinking about your goals and objectives for the day

reflect and focus on the positive

plan your intentions for the day

visualize dreams and goals

listen to a personal growth podcast

listen to the sounds of nature or music that motivates or calms you

other benefits

you will learn to enjoy your own company

you will stay in shape

will help you feel more focused and positive

help you create a healthy routine

you will feel motivated and grateful

work or study better

feel like your priority

connect with yourself and nature

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byuntrash101 · 1 year

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bonnie & clyde

switch!reader x dom!hongjoong ft. ateez

smut | nsfw | mdni

gangster!hongjoong, switch!reader, reader is kinda bratty, cameo!ateez, 1 gun fight scene w/ 1 death of a nameless character (in a non seggsy setting), striptease, pet names, blood kink, some knife play (hongjoong cuts your underwear), fucking in a pile of cash, spit play, name calling (whore), hair pulling, tits slapping, possessive joong, honestly you both are just two psychos fucking

requested | part of my 2023 prompts event [closed]

there's something so primal and enticing about your leader taking a life to protect the crew at all costs

[❛ shut up and kiss me already. ❜ + ❛ and where do you think you’re going? ❜]

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They called you the pirates of the concrete seas. Bank’s safes were your treasure chests and the streets were your ocean. You were pillaging and robbing bank after bank. Outlaws always on the run, looking for the next big shiny thing. You always found the name kind of cheesy but in the end it suited your group pretty well. Not worrying about tomorrow, living off the money you stole and drinking until sunrise.

Hongjoong, your captain, reigned over the concrete seas like an almighty and ruthless king. He only had two things in mind. Keeping the crew together and get the gold.

That’s exactly what you were about to do.

When Yunho parked the van outside the bank. Hongjoong revised one last time the plan of action before everybody slipped on their mask. You felt the adrenaline course through your veins, keeping your head into unwavering focus.

You all worked like well oiled machinery. Everyone knew exactly what they were doing. Seonghwa and Yeosang were breaking into the safe. Jongho and San gathered the hostages. Wooyoung and Mingi stuffed the bags full of cash while you were in charge of communication. Making sure everyone played their role and the plan went accordingly.

Hongjoong had the most important role. He had to make sure everyone stayed calm.

And when it went south Hongjoong was the one that had to make sure every single member of the crew came out unharmed.

So when Wooyoung got caught one the guard as you were rushing out with the booty, Hongjoong had to step in. The guard held your younger crewmate one arm hooked around his neck, the other holding a gun to his temple.

San threw a deadly eye to Jongho who let the guard slip out of his grasp. Wooyoung let a guttural cry as the guard pressed harder on his neck.

“Freeze” the middle aged man shouted. Aim alternating between Wooyoung’s head and Hongjoong standing right in front of him. The middle aged man was panting, large beads of sweat wetting his thick salt and pepper mustache.

“Let’s not do anything we could regret here” Hongjong said calmly, motioning for the rest of you to lower your weapons.

“You’re all gonna stay put until the cops arrive” the man panted, his eyes darting between all of you. His finger on the trigger became dangerously tense.

“Let him go” Hongjoong ordered in a stern yet tranquil voice.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP OR I’LL BLOW HIS BRAINS OUT” the guard shouted, pressing the canon of the gun into Wooyoung’s forehead, his hands desperatly clawing at the man’s forearm around his neck.

The sudden yelling made one of the bank employees cry and the guard turned his head to the noise. Breaking eye contact with Hongjoong was a fatal error.

The captain didn’t hesitate one second. He lightly tipped his face to the side and Wooyoung knew what to do. He imitated him and in a split second, the booming sound of Hongjoong’s weapon clattered in the large hall and the guard's face was ornamented with a gaping hole, blood splattering all over Wooyoung’s masks and clothes. The lifeless body thumped on the ground, waiting to get cold as you all rushed to the van.

You felt the adrenaline when Yunho was punching the gas and the van slalomed between the police cars and eventually lost them. That feeling of euphoria when you all took off the masks to laugh and shovel the cash out. This time there was enough that you could all bathe in it.

You were all playing in it. Mingi was shuffling the bills in his face while Yeosang and San danced in it. Crystal clear laughs resonating in the huge room.

Even Wooyoung seemed to have forgotten about the dried up blood on his clothes.

Then Jongho called from the big entry.

“Guys, let's go order some drinks” he yelled. All of the crew followed lead by Yeosang with you on their heels.

“And where do you think you’re going?” The captain asked as he put down his gun on the table.

“I was gonna go get a drink” you spoke.

“No i don’t think you are”

The captain’s face was unsoundable. Emotions perfectly gate kept behind his glacial features staring at you blankly.

Hongjoong motioned at Seonghwa, still waiting for you at the entrance to leave. So he gave you one last smile and closed the heavy door behind him.

Soon the laughs faded and you two were left in complete silence.

“Come here” Hongjoong motioned you to come closer, curling his index finger.

Hongjoong liked the adrenaline. It gave him a high that was incomparable to any other. Except one, the kind of high he could only experiment with you.

You approached him slowly, taking your time to prance to him like a panther about to pounce.

Hongjoong’s impenetrable face let through a small smirk pulling lightly at his lips.

“You asked for me, Captain?” you asked, voice already soaking with seductiveness.

“ Yes I want you to do me a favor” You lift a quizzical eyebrow. “Go over there” he pointed at the pile of wrinkled bills in the middle of the big hangar.

“Dance for me”

Hongjoong said before turning on slow sensual music from the speaker settled on the small table.

That was unexpected but you gladly obliged.

You reached the pile of money and started to seductively dance, swaying your hips to the rhythm. Your hands gliding from your thigh, slowly up your stomach and past the side of your breasts to rub your neck.

“Yes that’s it baby”. Hongjoong slowly walked up to you. Admiring you dance for him. The dance went he felt himself grow thicker for you.

“Strip” he ordered. Voice firm. Already a little lower than his usual tone. It reminded you of the voice he took before shooting that man right in the face and you felt your stomach stir in excitement.

You reached out for the hem of your tank top but Hongjoong clicked his tongue.

“Slowly baby. Nice and slow”

So you opted for the strap of your top instead. Slowly pulling at it.

“Yesss” Hongjoong pulled on the word, dragging it off his tongue. “Just like that”

He started to palm himself through his denim jeans. Rubbing circles on his member becoming more and more constricted in his clothes.

One by one you stripped out every article of clothing until you were only left in your underwear.

By the time you were done Hongjong’s cock looked like it was about to rip out his pants.

“Did I tell you to stop ?”

You could have gone back to slowly unclasping your bra but you didn’t. You didn’t feel like being good today. You wanted to infuriate him.

When Hongjoong saw you weren’t moving an inch he started to smirk. Even if it was fun to play with a good girl there was something so empowering in breaking you into his will. Resorting to any means to make you snap, to make you beg for him.

Taking his fate into his own hands was Hongjoong’s specialty after all.

He walked to you as you provocatively held his glacial gaze fixated on you.

His fingers grazed over your forearm going up your limb and reached your neck. His touch was gentle, lifting goosebumps on your naked skin. He gently wrapped his hand on your nape, pulling your face closer to his, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

“Did I tell you to stop, kitten?” he whispered, lips pulling into a wicked smirk, his grip onto your nape growing stronger.

The hot air in your ear sent a shiver down your spine. You felt his cool tongue slide over your ear, producing the lewd wet noises you loved so much. Already you felt your arousal pooling in your underwear.

“Shut up and kiss me already” you whispered, your fingers digging into his side. You didn’t really deserve it but you also knew Hongjoong couldn't resist you.

Immediately Hongjoong stepped back to have a good look at your face. You looked exactly like him, insatiable. That was why you two were such a good match.

The Joker and Harley Quinn.

Bonnie and Clyde.

Hongjoong crashed his lips onto yours. Your two bodies immediately going up in flames, burning passion coursing between you. You dug your nails further on his back, he smiled at the familiar sting while his hand left your nap to untangle around your hair. He gave a sharp pull earning a moan from your playful lips. You immediately retorted by catching Hongjongs’s bottom lips between your teeth. Hongoong groaned and smirked as you bit harder. Until you tasted his blood on the tip of your tongue. He immediately tightened his grip around your hair, pleasure burning on your scalp while his other hands pushed your hips onto his.

“Hmmm” Hongjoong moaned against your lips. Hand gliding from the small of your back to your thigh to your clothed center. Slender fingers applying just the right amount of pressure to your sensitive area. “My angel is not in the mood to be a good girl, is she?” he said, as he licked his own blood off your stained lips.

“No” you said with assurance. Pushing him as he stumbled back into the huge pile of wrinkled bills. You continued your infernal carousel by straddling him. You started to unbutton his white shirt that joined his fur coat laying at his sides. You licked your way down leaving a trail of burgundy kisses on his chest.

You started to palm him through his pants. You would have wanted to make him wait a little linger but you just couldn’t inflicted that to yourself. You wanted to see it. Without waiting anymore you unzipped his pants to get the aching member out. It joyfully sprung free before your avid eyes.

“So eager for me, angel?” Hongjoong mocked. You hated that he was right.

You grabbed the base with one hand while the other one teased the leaking slit at the head. One finger sliding up and down the head making Hongjoong hiss at every slow touch.

You briefly let go of the hand holding the base to spit in your palm and started jerking him off. Hongjoong growled as he felt the warm saliva mixing with his precum.

You snickered malovently when he started to pulse in your hand. Taking a malicious delight to slow down everytime he became more vocal. Driving him to the edge of sanity. Exactly where he feels comfortable, he’s been flirting with this edge since birth. Just as you have too. Two psychotic minds finding each other in folly.

Soon he can’t hold back anymore. His hand fly to yours catching them in a strong grip. You lift your eyes to meet his. He’s absolutely feral. Looking back at you like a rabid wolf. You’ve done it, you woke the beast. A side of him that was only for you. Only you who could bear to look in the face of his darkest side. The side that relished to hold the right of life or death at the end of his gun. That enjoyed spilling blood.

He grabbed the small knife strapped to your thigh with one movement he slipped the blade under between your breast cutting in a clean half your bra as it fell along your arms. He grabbed a handful of your breast while he slowly dragged the blade across your stomach. The cold metal lifted goosebumps on your skin until he reached your underwear.

You held your breath as he cut it, the blade running on your skin, lightly scratching you delicious, leaving a red trail behind it. He threw across the hangar the shreds of lace along with the blade. The metallic tinkling bouncing on the high ceiling.

With his newly free hand he grabbed you by the throat, a strangled moan leaving your mouth as anticipation pulled your lips into a smirk.

“I’m done playing” he growled, the threatening hold growing tighter. “Ride me now” he commanded as he pulled you up by the neck.

Your breath still restricted you manage to guide his length to your drenched center. His grip only loosened when you sunk your hips. Hongjoong's cock gliding so smoothly inside you. taking its rightful place deep inside your little cunt.

“That’s it baby” he praised, letting go of your throat to grip your thighs. “Make me feel good with that pretty pussy of yours”

You instantly bounced your hips up and down along his shaft. You both moaned and groaned without restraint. The sinful symphony resounding in the hangar.

“Faster baby” he ordered as he pinched one of your nipples. The burn encouraged you and you settled at a brutal pace. The familiar build up in your stomach rapidly progressing. You felt Hongjoong's thighs tighten under your own and you knew he was close too.

“Hongjoong… I’m-” you moaned. But as your mind went blank almost giving up to the pleasure you were interrupted. By a harsh slap on one of your breasts.

“No you’re not” Hongjoong slapped your tits again.

The sharp pain taking you by surprise and brings you back to him. Before you could protest Hongjoong flipped you on your back and he was above you.

“You’re here to make me feel good” he clarified as he entered you once again. You did not really have time to let the pressure go down. Pleasure picked up right where it left off. Your eyes rolled back into your head when he so deliciously filled you up again.

“Fuckkk” you cursed.

“Look at me” he said, he pulled on your hair again. Making your eyes snap back to him. “You cum when I tell you too”

You were way too close to your release to talk back with words but there was still one thing you could do.

Without even thinking in a sort of reflex you spat right into his face. Hongjoong’s shock pulled your lips into a satisfied smirk, an amused laugh almost escaping your lips but you don’t have time to.

“You fucking whore” he hissed though gritted teeth.

Immediately he starts to fuck you as brutally as he can. His hips smashing into yours. fucking you so deep and could feel him hamerring the imprint of his cock into your brain forever.

“You’re mine” he growled while he wrapped his hand around your neck once again this time completely preventing you from breathing. Taking this vital resource away from you. Soon you feel lightheaded, you feel like your body is defying gravity, losing its anchoring in the solid earth. The unspeakable pleasure dulling your other senses. In this moment there's only him and you. You and your captain's mindless bodies floating in this sea of cash.

“Cum now. Whore” His voice commanded and you released all over him soaking him and the bills under you while he delivered thick ropes of cum deep inside you, lazily spilling out of your clenching walls when he pulled out.

After a while of catching his breath he looked back at you.

“Let’s meet with the others I really need this drink”

a/n: i struggled so much with this one. i hope it isnt too obvious but yeah for getting out of my comfort zone. please tell me if you enjoyed it it would make me sooo happy to know it didnt completely suck balls lolz anyways thank you for reading <3

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zenphiaaa · 1 year

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Paper Rings (Tomioka Giyuu)

Y/N watched quietly as the man in front of her silently bandaged her injuries. The duo were sat by a willow tree, basking in the early morning rays and being greeted by a gentle wind in the calm air. The mission they just finished was anything but easy. With a surprise attack coming from a lower-moon demon and the need to protect the children that were still nearby. The fight felt like it lasted for hours, with every step the younger slayer took felt like stepping on nails. Every part of her body lit up in pain with every movement due to the harsh battle and the demon blood art weighing down heavy on her body.

Now sitting down and letting the pain and exhaustion catch up to her, she just felt tired. Almost empty.

Y/N flinched at the roughness of the guaze being wrapped around her injury. Giyu paused at his movements and glanced up at the other with a questionable stare. "Sorry," The male broke the quiet with a soft whisper, "Let me know if it's too tight."

She didn't reply but nodded her head instead, not trusting her voice to break the moment she tried to talk. Being so close to the Water Hashira despite the circumstances was still nerve-wrecking. Y/N did her best to hide her feelings towards the Hashira but sometimes she had a feeling everyone knew. At least no one was teasing her about it, at least her friends were kind in that way.

"Done. Do you need help with any of your other injuries?" Giyu questioned the female slayer.

Y/N shook her head, "I can help with your leg if you want. I don't think it has stopped bleeding." The demon slayer pointed out to the older slayer.

"I can handle it. You should take care of the rest of your injuries though. Don't let them get infected." Giyu stated as he leaned his back against the trunk of the tree and began to look over his injuries. Y/n watched him with a calm expression, watching the other demon slayer had a calming effect. Giyu always looked calm and collected, it was something that Y/N admired about the other.

He was mostly never shaken, he took everything with stride and always seemed to know what to do and how to do it. Y/N admired many things about the Water Hashira but she thinks that the one thing she admires the most is the other's heart. How kind the other was when he thought no one was looking.

The kindness of his heart was something that Y/N wanted to be directed towards her. At least once, even if it was for pity she would take it whole heartly. She would take anything Giyu gave her without question, she would take it all with a smile on her face. It almost scared her, the feelings she has for Giyu. How devoted she already was to a man who probably didn't see her as a woman.

She knew the job she had signed up for however. With every mission she finshes, is a mission that she is still alive. In a world of demons, having your life in tact is what matters the most. Not marriage or even love matters in a world like this.

It hurts.

***

Y/N watched the sunrise with a smile on her face, clutching her side tightly as an attempt to slow down the bleeding. The scenario that was unfolding in front of her was mirroring one a few weeks ago. Y/N feels lucky that Giyu and her were partnered together for another mission so soon. It was rare that Hashria's were partnered with other's in general. Partnering two Hashria's together was even rarer.

She only hopes that the next time the two are sent on a mission together, her injuries would become lighter. As Giyu makes sure that the demon stays dead, Y/n felt herself fall down to her feet. Unable to stay standing, Y/N moved herself up so she sat upright and could see where the other Hashria was.

Giyu snapped his sword back in place before finally making his way to other. He knelt down at look into her eyes, "Were you poisoned?" He questioned, eyes making their way down to the wounds that rested on the other's body.

Y/N shook her head, "Sorry, I didn't make it in time. I'll do better next time." Without noticing, a sob escaped her lips. She didn't want to appear weak towards the man who held her hearts in his hands. Why couldn't she be better? She tried her hardest to make it where neither of them would get hurt. She tried her hardest to not let anyone die this time. The pain from the lesion on her side didn't even compare to the pain that was in her heart.

Arms wrapped around her and held her in place tightly but mindful of the injury in her side. "Why are you crying?" He whispered in her ear. Instead of answering, the younger Hashria continuted to cry into the other's chest. Giyu didn't say anymore but maintained the tight hug, as if he held on long enough, everything would magically be okay again.

"Hey," Giyu suddenly spoke up, "Marry me."

Y/N pulled back and blinked at the man that was kneeling in front of her. "What?" She sniffed, not believing her ears for a moment. "What did you just say? Huh?"

Giyu sighed looking upset, "I didn't want to do it like this, but your not happy. I don't know if I'll be able to but, I'd like to be your peace. I want to make you happy for as long as you'll have me. Marry me, please."

Y/N stared at the other with wide eyes and a heavy blush on her checks. "But you, wait so you?" The words came and left her mouth as fast as she could think of something to say.

"I do." Giyu interrupted, starring back into Y/N eyes. "I want to protect you better. Everything about you I want to protect. Let me protect you. Let me in. Please, marry me." The Water Hashira didn't break eye contact with the younger slayer with each word stated.

The black haired male took in a deep breath before bowing his head down, "I want to be happy with you. Your my peace."

Y/N could feel her heart hammering down in her chest, it was almost painful. "You really mean it? Your not pitying me?"

Giyu raised himself up and gave Y/N a confused look, "Why would I marry someone for pity? Do you not believe in my feelings for you?" He questioned with a sade tone in his voice.

"I do!" Y/N rushed out and quickly grabbed the other's hands. "I love you too! So please marry me! I'll do everything in my power to make you the happiest man ever!" Y/N nearly shouted, eyes still wide with shock.

Giyu smiled and carefully pulled Y/N back into a hug, "You already do."

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mncxbe · 11 months

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𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞

𝘿𝙖𝙯𝙖𝙞 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

I think I love you...

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Dazai cooking

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff ♡ slow morning

The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled my nostrils as soon as I stepped out of the bedroom. I managed to murmur a "Morning Dazai" between two yawns. The man that stood before me was wearing the pink apron that my mother gave me for my 20th birthday and was holding a spatula in his right hand. I couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of him.

"Haha very funny" said the man as he placed the spatula on the countertop and walked towards me. I stretched my hands above my head, letting my lover embrace me. His arms wrapped around my waist, holding me close as he breathed in my scent.

"And here I wanted to make breakfast for us and you laugh at me. You're so cruel sometimes, bella" he said in a chipper voice. I smiled, letting my head rest on his shoulder. We stood like this for a couple of seconds before he returned to the omelette he was making. I tried to step in to help but the ushered me to sit, pointing at a chair with his spatula.

"No no bella. I can handle an omelette you just sit there".

Until the eggs were done we talked about general things: the sunrise, how well we both slept and plans for the day. He poured me some coffee and started cracking his typical jokes. I couldn't help but smile at every word he was saying. Soon after he placed a plate in front of me.

"Bon appetit!" said he as he sat on the chair opposite to mine.

I looked down at the omelette. "Osamu..."

"Yes?". He raised his gaze from the plate as he swallowed a piece of egg. "What's wrong?" He was acting clueless again.

"Osamu why did you make a heart shaped omelette?"

He simply grinned, taking another bit of the egg. "If you don't like it you can just not eat it, you know? I have something better for you anyway" (wink👀).

I decided to ignore the last part, pressing my idea even further:

"I just wanted to know why you made the eggs heart shaped."

"I guess I just wanted to surprise you today"

"Well you certainly did"

I gave him a smile which he eagerly returned. I started eating my meal, only looking at my lover from time to time. His gaze never left me. Suddenly he broke the silence:

"I think I love you"

I choked on a piece of egg. I washed it down with a sip of coffee and started in surprise at the man before me.

"What did you just say?"

"I said I think I love you"

His voice was calm, a loving smile forming on his lips. "I woke up this morning and the first thing I saw was your sleeping face. In that moment I felt like I was home. I always thought that home was just a place where people went to sleep at night. But I was wrong. You are my home" he paused to take a sip of coffee "You know. At the beginning I found my actions quite pathetic. Every night, after every mission I wound up here at your place. And you always took me in, showed me kindness like I've never seen before. Now you're always on my mind. No matter what I do my thoughts wander to you, to your smile, your embrace and your scent. You made me want to live again, offered me a reason to stay alive and something to look forward to. So yes, I love you bella"

My eyes started burning and my vision slightly clouded.

"I love you too Osamu. More and more each day" I replied with a silly smile on my face.

We looked eachother in the eyes for a few moments, enjoying the comfort of silence. I reached to grab my cup of coffee, my fingertips brushing his in the process. He took this opportunity to interlock his fingers with mine. We stood like this, sharing this perfect moment. At this point I didn't even care about the coffee. I knew it had already gotten cold.

#bsd dazai #dazai osamu #bsd #dazai x fem reader #dazai x reader #bungou stray dogs #osamu x reader #osamu x you #fluff #bsd fluff

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the-slasher-files · 1 year

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I just discovered how much of a little btch König can be and how full of sass he is *sobbing* is it ok if I make another request of domestic life hcs for him? Much love <3

[CALL OF DUTY]

A LIFE AWAY FROM WAR

KÖNIG — DOMESTIC

This is so cute and perfect for König, I think about him just being at home and being comfortable a lot lol... Hope you enjoy 🔪💕

MASTERLIST

Although it may take him a while to adjust to sharing his domestic life with another person, Konig is more than happy to. He loves the domestic life off base just with you.

In particular, you notice how much he likes his peace and quiet, you expected that his apartment was in the busy city of Vienna, that was until he drove you out a few hours and into a calm, small, idyllic town amongst the rolling hills. Konig did in fact still live in an apartment when you discovered his own world away from work but, it was not flashy nor glamorous, it was cozy and tidy. The neighbours were quiet and it was somewhere he could melt away.

Speaking about his home, when you two have been together for a number of years and move in, Konig wants to find a place for you both, his end goal in life is to have a sweet, humble home in the countryside, backing into the forests and having the Austrian mountains tower above in the background. There is something about being away from the hustle and bustle, away from the loud noises and people that stare at him for his height and intense gaze that he needs. It lowers his anxiety and he feels at home away from it all and it is harder to find triggers that relate to work in the middle of nowhere.

It is no secret that Konig can never stay still, his hands fidget and his leg often bounces as he sits, however, you notice that it happens less out here. He still plays with his sleeves and whatever he holds but it is only if something is touching his hands. Konig will tense up his long legs and then quickly releases as he has comfortable space to stretch them out without being in the way, even his shoulders are dropped softly. You never realized just how tense he was the whole time on base.

Mornings are his favourite with you by far. Seeing the warm sun peak over the trees, shining through the windows and dance across your skin. He takes his time to admire you in all aspects as he hugs you close within strong arms, König's fingers flutter across your skin so gently despite what he does in battle, tucking your hair away from your face and bringing the blanket up to your neck. If he is feeling a little restless, König will let you sleep soundly, heading out to the kitchen and making you both your favourite coffee with his super expensive barista-level coffee machine (yes he's a coffee snob lol) and the big guy often likes to step outside on the back porch watching the sunrise, hearing the birds, seeing a few deer and taking in slow deep breathes.

König won't admit it, but he is pretty clingy when he's home with you, making the most of every day with you and just being obsessed with your entire self. Large hands are always within your reach, usually one resting softly on your hip, a thumb stroking your lower ribs, and he leans down to kiss your crown. Laying on the couch, azure eyes rather watch you than watch whatever movie he put on, slender yet strong fingers massaging you, tangling in your hair. Being in a job where he doesn't know if he will ever return, König makes you his number one priority through and through.

Suddenly when your soldier is home, that regular independence like moving the furniture by yourself, or changing the fitted sheets without help, or even reaching for a cup from the top shelf has vanished. It is not because you cannot do those things by yourself, you know you can and do them often without him, however, having a man that is extremely strong, tall and constantly observing you, looking to help in any way he can, makes that side of you vanish.

He begs to hear his name fall off your tongue like honey "Konnnig, baby, I can't reach the plates" and he is there in an instant.

Although there are those days when Konig needs to just be alone, and his alone doesn't mean actually alone, he just needs to be in the other room or not to talk, getting used to the normalcy that is civilian life again. Going for months on end, surrounded by people and the sounds of war, being a battering ram and trying so desperately to protect the innocent is hard on anyone, mentally and physically, especially when it just stops so suddenly. Most days when Konig needs his space, you keep to yourself, going about everyday normal activities like cleaning the living room and bathrooms, humming softly to the low music but you always notice the gentle gaze upon your body as he follows you like a ghost without a word. He will speak when he is ready and you never push it.

Konig's closet is your closet and he means that way more than you know. Every day he wishes you were draped in one of his shirts, even if it looked like a dress on you, it was his favourite look. The possessive side in the dark corners of his brain grew each time you'd wear something of his, wanting to just pounce on you.

Speaking of clothes, Konig is actually a great dresser when off the field. For him, it feels amazing to get out of the cargo pants and uniform, switching into jeans, cool sneakers and a bomber jacket or long wool coat, even sometimes some cool glasses. The Austrian likes comfortable and casual, something he could still kill someone in.

Also, Konig loves animals more than people. Everything he sees on the job and even does himself has twisted his belief in humanity, animals would never do such things. The only thing in his head that stops him from getting pets is that he is never home, only if his s/o really wanted pets or didn't travel like he did then absolutely. 2 dogs and a cat, maybe a snake too would be ideal. It also makes Konig feel safer when he is away, knowing that the dogs are there to protect and keep you company.

#my writing #könig #cod #modern warfare #mwii #cod mwii #König x reader #x you #x s/o #fluff #video games #call of duty #fanfiction

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carnivorousyandeere · 1 year

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Kept By The Pack

CW: details of you getting kidnapped, fear, violence, mention of animal death

This one doesn’t go into individual details of meeting each werewolf, or their individual personalities just yet. Only one is named so far.

You’d ventured out on your own to a popular, heavily forested hiking area, staying at a beautiful and absurdly cheap lodge. The employees had all been wonderfully friendly, and the weather was beautiful. You just couldn’t quite shake the feeling of being watched wherever you went, indoors and out… and the employees were maybe just a little too friendly. You started to wonder if you’d stumbled into a yellow-deli situation, but they didn’t seem to share a cohesive religious or philosophical worldview.

The real problems didn’t start until it was time to leave. First, your rental car’s engine gave out. Then, the internet went down… and without good cell service up in the mountains, you couldn’t exactly call to let anyone know what had happened.

You went to the front desk for help, of course, even if the employees made you a little uneasy. Luckily it was Hunter behind the counter. The calm and collected butch was at least one of the ones you felt more comfortable around. He promised that he would call somebody to take a look at your car, and calmed your anxieties about leaving soon.

The weekend went by, with nobody coming to fix your car. You even tried to hitch a ride with other vacationers, but nobody would take you up on it. Stranger danger, and all. You watched each person and group leave, one by one, dread slowly growing with each departure, until you were the only guest left.

Without the chatter of other guests, the lodge felt absurdly empty. You found yourself jumping at every noise, goosebumps prickling at you. It was impossible to sleep that night. Eventually, fed up with the circumstances and the lack of help from the lodge’s staff, you resolved to make your way back to the main town yourself. You packed what you could into your hiking bag and left the rest there.

You snuck out as carefully and quietly as you could, knowing that if anybody caught you, they would try to convince you to at least stay until sunrise. The forest was dangerous at night. You couldn’t rationalize why, but you felt the risk was worth it as opposed to staying at the lodge any longer.

As you walked, you thought more about your stay. The employees hadn’t done anything to hurt or scare you outright. You wondered if maybe you’d hallucinated the weird aura between them, the looks they gave you…

But it didn’t matter now. You were already on the side of the road, surrounded by giant trees on either side. All you had to do was just follow the road that few miles to town. Then you could get a new rental car, drive away, and never think about this for the rest of your life.

Then again, maybe this would make an interesting story to tell your friends. Or your therapist; they were probably the best person to ask about this whole ordeal. Maybe you could even write an article about it for a travel website.

The nighttime air was humid and windy, alternating between sticky springtime warmth and cool gusts leftover from winter, driven by the moon. A twig snapped in the forest nearby.

You took a deep breath, heart pounding already. It probably wasn’t anything major. Just a squirrel, or a bird… still, you reached into your pocket and grabbed your bear spray, pulling it out and feeling the weight of it in your hand.

You didn’t even have time to calm your heart, or flick the safety switch on the spray, before you were pinned facedown in the gravel beside the road. Head ringing from the impact, and scraped up, you laid still in shock for a moment. The bear spray clattered away uselessly.

“Don’t move,” a voice growled near your ear.

You started thrashing. Grabbing at the dirt, kicking wildly, whatever you could do. The person— the beast— flipped you over and held you down by the wrists and throat with clawed hands. You gurgled angrily, still trying to knee them, but the oxygen deprivation was too much.

They bared their teeth at you, sharp and glinting in the low light. The hold around your neck loosened ever so slightly, letting you gasp and cough. “I respect the fighting spirit, pup, but it’s time to give up. You’re no match for us.”

Your panicked eyes flicked to the tree line, where more animals emerged from the tree line to circle you. The adrenaline gave you one more rush— you growled and spit at the one holding you down. “Playing with your food like this is stupid. If you’re going to eat me, just fucking do it already.”

The wolf(?) above you looked surprised, and one or two of the others snickered.

Another voice chimed in, “Bold words for a pinned rabbit. Not our fault you’re so fun to play with… I think we’ll keep you around a little longer.” Another clawed hand grabbed your chin and forced a few pills in your mouth.

You tried to spit them out, but they held one hand over your mouth and pinched your nose with the other, with the first monster still holding you by the neck. You had no choice but to swallow, and the hands retreated from your face.

The white wolf stroked your neck gently, as if to praise you for doing what they wanted. Your head clouded too fast, with the pills kicking in and adrenaline wearing off. The wolf stood on its back legs and slung you over its shoulder.

Distantly you felt the scrapes and bruises throbbing, and heard the wolves chatting amicably with one another as they brought you back up the road, away from the rest of civilization. Dizzily, you watched the sun rise over the hills and trees. You hadn’t even been close enough to see the skyline of the town.

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You woke with a dry mouth and pounding headache, body uncomfortably warm. You tried to push off the heavy fur blankets, but— it wasn’t a blanket at all. Of course not. Of course, with your luck, the monsters were right there, piled on top of you and each other.

You were too tired to panic, and your thoughts flicked from once place to another lightly, as if you weren’t afraid you were going to be tortured or die soon. They were still playing with you, like a cat cuddling a mouse it intends to kill later, weren’t they?

You stared at the ceiling, eyes tracing over the lighting fixture and paint details. You were back at the lodge… and the wolf that pinned you had the same hair, and eyes, and quality of voice as Hunter.

Werewolves. Of course. It all made sense now, you thought deliriously. Monsters that you loved reading about happened to be fucking goddamn real. You’d be thrilled if you thought you were going to live.

Werewolves… yes, the pieces began falling in place. They weren’t a cult, per-se, but a pack. Belatedly, you thought it would’ve made an interesting anthropological study topic… if they hadn’t fucking kidnapped you. The absurdity of it all…

One of the wolves at the edge of the pile snuffled, and began kicking as they chased rabbits in their dream.

#werewolf pack #my thoughts #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere oc #yandere cw #yandere werewolf #oc Hunter

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i9messi · 1 year

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hi :) can u do dating messi headcanons? thank u!

Dating Young Messi

[headcanons]

I feel like at the beginning, Messi would be a little shy to talk to you. He wouldn’t know how to ask you out or what to tell you

So surely you had to take the first step

After so many conversations in which none took the first step, you asked him if he wanted to go out with you on a date

Leo clearly accepted, because there was no way he would had the courage to invite you first

The first date was lovely, he even took special attention to all your favorite things, like the food and the place

He spoke proudly of his family, his football team and his country. Hearing Lionel speak was comfortable and refreshing

He offered to take you home, and of course, being the gentleman he was, he tend to ask you a lot of questions before doing something

"Can I kiss you?"

When both kissed, it was as if everything was clear

Messi did not hesitate to invite you to see him in the next match

Lionel was very nervous and wanted to give his best, so when he saw you among all the people, he filled himself with courage and dedicated his first goal to you

The rest was history

"I think I’m falling in love with you." "You’re in love with me?" "Oh, how could I not be? I can only think of you, I’ve even told my mom about you and even she wants to meet you."

In every game you were there to support him and scream his name, knowing that he was one of the best players of the world and he always will be the best for you

You loved him with all your heart, he was a boyfriend who despite his football career and his busy calendar, always left his agenda open for you

Your dates could range from watching the sunrise from the balcony, to going on a yacht and swimming in the water

The only thing that made you feel bad were those days when Leo had to because of his job and you had to be apart. You both had a hard time staying apart.

"Can I have one more hug before I go?" "Babe, you don’t have to ask, come here..."

When he came back he reminded you how much he loved you, and that you were all he needed

On his return he brought you flowers and some gift that he said reminded him of you

"You're so pretty, I don't deserve you."

Leo bought a camera to take pictures of you, so he could have them when he had to travel

You going with him to events and helping him to put on the tie because he didn't know. Lionel used your moment of concentration to steal kisses

Now that you were a couple, he was no longer as shy as before

Your love language was totally physical and affective

Like sleepy back hugs when the other is busy whipping up breakfast in the kitchen, catching them by surprise

Interlacing your fingers with the other’s when they least expect it

You supported him blindly with his career, being his shoulder to cry when things didn't go as he wanted them

Lionel was 100% honest with you, besides being his girlfriend, you were also the person he trusted and believed the most

He didn't doubt that you were the only one and that he wanted to marry you someday

After a difficult match he would go straight to you, not wanting to do anything but be with you and listen to your voice, he said that your voice bring calm to him

"I just want to relax in your arms."

After dating for a while, there had come a point in your relationship where Lionel wanted to take the next step. He couldn’t wait longer to call you his wife

That man was so in love with you that he couldn’t think of anything else

You wearing his ring? God, he could blush just thinking about it

One day you went to the beach, it was a date that your boyfriend had prepared for a long time and you didn't know. He slowly started to write 'will you marry me' on the sand and when you finally figure out what he was doing you were already emotional

"You’re the only person I want to spend my life with."

You said yes, of course

You loved him so much and he was the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life

Messi being a great husband, someone who made you feel proud and valuable

The man was perfect and his intention was to bring you happiness

#messi #lionel messi #leo messi #lionel messi x reader #leo messi x reader #leo messi fluff #lionel messi fluff #lionel messi one shot #argentina #barça #young lionel messi #young leo messi #messi one shot #scaloneta

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ijustwantogohomehogwarts · 7 months

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The Colors of the Rainbow

Timothée asks y/n what color he reminds her of, and she puts a lot more effort into an answer than he could ever imagine.

Warnings and such: it's. so. fluffy. also like one swear word? illusions to "adult situations" but nothing bad! not proofread!

A/N : i'm backkkk!! not gonna lie, i didn't expect to be gone nearly a month, but life sucks lately and it just kinda happened...im sorry!!! thanks for the continued love and support! also- i get my cast off in like 10 days! yay!

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"what color do you associate me with?"

His voice drew my attention away from the book in hand, the first words spoken aloud in hours. it was thought provoking; a color?

"what do you mean?"

"when you hear my name, what color do you think of?"

I had never thought of that before, but now seemed a good a time as any. I allowed my eyes to wonder over him as I thought about the best answer.

Red: bold and beautiful. a bright color, attention grabbing and hard to look away from. the color of our bedroom lights after too many nights spent apart. the color of his eyes after he smokes too much and giggles on the couch. The color of our lips when we finally pull away, gasping quietly for breath. Red. The metaphor of blood shed that went into making us, and making us work. red, bold and beautiful.

Orange: autumn. obviously. the color of pumpkins, of crazy sunsets and sunrises, worthy of photographs we'll never look at again but in the moment, it's important. the color of comfort, warmth and a cool breeze. orange, deep like fire, the burning desire for him, for me, for each other. the color that paints my insides when i look at him and remember that he is mine.

Yellow: not the neon yellow, but the soft yellow. the yellows the paint the sky for a brief moment in the early hours of the day, when the world is waking up again and the day is starting. the color that floods our bedroom and allows dust to dance in the air around us. the last color we see as we fall asleep together. the color night owls are always chasing. for him, it's the color he radiates when he walks into the room, bright and happy, a glow that follows him and intoxicates everyone in his path.

Green: earthy and holy. natural beauty, like the nature we crave amidst the bustle of the new york city. not a color i see him on often, but the color of his eyes. the color i get lost in when he talks, drunk on the sound of his voice. the color behind his entire world. it's calming and comforting. it's him. a color i would happily see every day for the rest of my life. a color i plan to see for eternity.

Blue: the color of water and cleanliness. he loves his showers, his pools, and the rare trips on boat rides for secret swimming holes. a water bug through and through. the color for which he starts every morning, a fresh start. the color of winter, cool and quiet. for nights spent close together under heavy blankets, skin on skin. the color that accompanies him to premieres and interviews, a color that demands attention in the softest tone.

Purple: both the softest and deepest versions. a child-like representation of each, a playful color. a color which adorns his body on quiet days spent shopping, or nights gallivanting around for basketball games and bars with his friends. a color i often associate with nights home without him, the undeniable fact that he'll stumble through the front door in the early hours of the morning, the smell of alcohol lingering on his breath as he tells me he loves me.

White: innocent, clean, wholesome. a stereotypical color, but there's truth to it. sure, he's not pure in the sense of what the color stands for traditionally (can you blame a girl?) except he is. through all of life's changes, the good, the bad, and everything in between, he's stayed true to who he is. he's happy, ready for life's adventures. he wants to be the person his generation can look up to, someone who defies the odds and makes a name for himself on his own. he doesn't need, or want, poor publicity or the lingering story of being a hollywood fuckup. he won't be- he can't be.

Pink: a color typically labeled for feminism, but golly doesn't he look beautiful in pink! it's bold and impossible to look away from. the lightest shades for the purest and most innocent, the darkest shades for the most demanding and defiant. why not break stereotypes?! the clothes make the man, so they say...but for him? no. he makes the clothes. he's what pulls the outfit together, the one who makes the color beautiful. beautiful, like the color that paints his cheeks when his heart flutters in his chest.

Gray: a color for balance. there's never light without the dark. with good days, comes bad. we get tired, sick and worn down but it reminds us we are human. a color reserved for coffee runs on lazy sundays, after sleeping away the stress of the previous week and preparing ourselves for the next. a comforting color, one that reminds us we are allowed to be sad, but the feeling will pass and the sun will shine again. be patient, good things take time.

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"Black." I settled on the answer with a smile.

"Black?!"

"Yes!"

"Why?! That's the most basic color!" He chuckled softly, nudging me with his foot.

"No, it's the most important color."

"Important?"

"Well, it's a perfect combination of all the colors, and all their qualities. You've got the best of them all, love."

"How so?" There was no hiding the color pink on his cheeks.

Black: the perfect combination of all the colors that exist. the best qualities mashed into one, leaving ample opportunity to add more of the color that's most needed. black, the color of the room which we share in the middle of the night, where the only sounds are soft snoring or heavy moaning. sometimes both. it's in this color where we find solace in one another, an indescribable feeling of peace, a place which we call home. in the arms of the man i love. all the colors in the world, every combination of letters in every language- it'll never be enough to express the gratitude i have for the stars above that lead me to him.

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Always

After almost three months, this local mess of a writer is back (sorry, I have no notion of time... really). But today, I got inspired after a little adventure at work... A.K.A a child was sick and I was the one taking care of him. I decided to mix it with my current hyperfixation which is Demon Slayer, and here we are with three of my favorite demons (+ the walking menace)!

Hope you’ll enjoy! Have an amazing day, everyone, and don’t forget to drink water!

Content warnings: Gender neutral reader, reader is sick, still fluffy tho, one line of spoiler for Akaza, no graphic imagery don’t worry.

Characters: Akaza, Daki, Aizetsu, Douma.

Song I listened to while writing: Always by Dreamcatcher.

Akaza

When one night, he came to visit and you asked him to not come too close of you because you were around someone sick, he looked at you like you bumped your head. Did you really think that he, a demon, would catch a human sickness?

But that did not mean he did not act like a “mother hen”. He sent you straight to the bathroom so you could wash the germs away, just to be sure.

The night after, when he found you laying in bed and indeed sick, his heart was so pained.

He had no memories of his human life but his heart remembered. So Akaza did not understand why it made him feel so panicked and sad to see you in this state.

Since he can not go out during daytime, he spent the whole day taking care of you. Do you need something from the kitchen? He will get it for you. Do you need to go to the bathroom? He will offer to carry you there. Do you feel sick in the stomach? This man will not hesitate and will hold your hair back for you. He will treat like royalty until you feel better.

He actually felt bad for leaving at night because Muzan could not wait, but promised to be back before sunrise.

Even when you felt better, he still checked on you and took care of you for a few days, just to be sure.

Daki

Honestly, she would be mean at first, I am not going to lie about that. When you came to see her, like every day after work, and told her you had to take care of someone sick, she demanded you to not come near her, even if she could not get sick.

But the next day, when you did not stop to say ‘hi’ during your breaks and never came to see her after work, that was when something ticked in her head.

Next thing you knew, you ended up with a demon in your room while you were bed-ridden. Daki decided to make you the honor to stay with you during the whole daytime - no one in the Entertainment District would dare to come bother her anyway.

And even during the night. She would just go out to get some ‘food’ and come back as soon as she was done.

She still was a little distant, not being physical affectionate while you were sick. She kept you company and talked about her day (and gossiped about the people around).

As much as she tried to keep her strong facade, Daki was still a rather sensitive person. She hated to see you in this state. There was one moment where, when she was talking and you stopped responding because you fell asleep, she started to tear up in fear you just slipped away. Gyutaro had to come out to reassure his sister.

As soon as you felt better, it was time to make up for the lost time. Be prepared to be tackled into a hug because she will be all over you. And she will complain because how dared you be sick.

Aizetsu

The softie turned into “worried mode” as soon as you told him you spent your whole day with someone who was sick. What if you ended up sick yourself? What if the sickness turned to the worst? What if you died? You had to calm him down because his thoughts were going a little too far.

The next night, when he found you sick, all of his worries came back in a second. Even while bed-ridden, you held his hand to reassure him. But honestly, he will not feel better until you were healthy again.

He went as far as to ask Sekido to let him stay by your side day and night until you get better. Surprisingly, Sekido accepted. Probably because he knew that Aizetsu would be too preoccupied because of your health to do anything effective.

I can see him as a little overwhelming when you are sick. If you do something as little as the smallest cough, he would run up to you with a glass of water and a first-aid kit. If you are the empathetic type, he would share his stress with you unintentionally.

I have the feeling that, as overwhelming as he can be, he would be one of the best to take care of you (like Akaza). He would always ask how you were feeling, if you needed anything, and would do anything to make you feel better.

When you were finally feeling better, Aizetsu swore he never felt this relieved in his whole long life. Also Sekido will stop by to scold you for being sick and holding back Aizetsu, telling you that you better never get sick ever again.

Douma

Now, this walking menace would be the worst. He found it funny - and even adorable - that you told him to not come too close of you because you might have germs on you after a day taking care of someone sick. Really, he did not take you seriously.

But when the next day, he did not see you walking around the Cult as you usually did, he was quick to connect the dots and had no choice but to trust you.

He went straight to your bedroom and offered to nurse you back to health. How nice of him, right? Wait... Why are you refusing his help without a second of hesitation? Come on, he promised to be gentle.

Even if he teased you from time to time by hugging you close while you were complaining about not wanting to get him sick, he was still mindful. He wanted his current favorite to be back as soon as possible, after all.

Actually the only demon from this batch to bring a doctor to you. He asked one of his followers to go get one to examine you. Douma played nurse with a big smile on his face, asking you to open your mouth while he gave you medicine... This man was enjoying it way too much.

Good luck when you will be better, because he will never leave you alone. Because now, you had no more reason to complain about his affectionate gestures, right?

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macravishedbymactavish · 6 months

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Sunrise (Alex Keller x GN! Reader)

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Submission #1 for the “Alex Keller Challenge” hosted by our one and only @glitterypirateduck

Quick note - no real TW, but mentions of OC Keller siblings and Neko (Alex is a cat dude on this blog). Some minor angst but it's generally fluff

Prompts used:

What were you thinking

Please don’t make me answer that

Keep talking

“How was work?” Your husband called from the kitchen, peeking his head around the corner when you didn’t respond. Blue eyes filled with worry as you bit your lip. From the moment you woke up (late, you might add) to now it felt as though the cosmic laws were your enemy. That Murphy’s Law chose you as it’s lucky contestant.

Mouth opening and closing, silent pleas escaping as you pitifully shrugged. Closing your mouth into a soft pout. Pulling your eyes up, you fought back the tears that were forming. The day weighing heavily on your soul.

"Hey, hey." His tone soft, as he crossed the room to stand in front of you. His touch gentle as he placed his palms over your shoulders. The warmth comforting as he quietly asked "what's going on inside that beautiful brain of yours, hm?"

Breath hitching, you lowered your gaze to meet his. The details blurring through the unshed tears as you slowly lifted your arms, finger tips grazing his sides. A soft huff as he pulled you in tight, both of you ignoring how sensitive his stomach was.

Eyes closing firmly, you let your cheek fall against his chest. A sob finally escaping your lips as he protectively cupped the back of your head. Humming softly as you felt every emotion from the day.

Resting his chin atop your head, he stayed silent. Softly rubbing one hand along your back as the other continued holding you close. His heart silently breaking at the sound of your pain.

After some time, your sobs dissipated into soft sniffles. The steady beating of his heart beneath your cheek grounding you; silencing the emotions and noise within your head. The feeling of his hand rubbing lazy circles across your back calming the nerves that were once screaming beneath your skin.

“Once you’re ready, I am here if you want to talk about what you were thinking about when you got home.” He offered, pressing a loving kiss to your hair as he continued to hold you. Mindlessly rocking your bodies back and forth.

Opening and closing your mouth, words escaping you as you merely shook your head. Pressing your face back into the soft fabric of his shirt as you grabbed fistfuls of the fabric from his back. Holding him tight, as though he would disappear if you let go.

“I’m thinking of trying out a new soup recipe later on. It has those drop dumplings in it, the flour ones that never get enough credit.” Alex hummed. “My sister sent it to me, jokes on her though. I’m not a catering service and the soup will be all mine.”

You couldn’t help the small smile that crept across your face at the mention of the Keller siblings disputes. Shuffling your feet forward, you silently asked to curl up on the couch. Keeping a firm grip on his shirt, not letting him get too far away.

“You’re more than welcome to the soup if you want some. Unless it tastes terrible, then I’m not exposing you to my failed science experiment.” He continued, head leaning against the cushions as he pulled your legs to lay across his lap. “What happened today?”

You knew he was testing the waters, gauging your reaction and continuing to offer an ear for any venting you may find beneficial. Never once would he push you to talk about anything you weren’t ready to discuss.

“Please don’t make me answer that.” You sighed, head resting against his chest as you pulled his arm close. Tracing your fingers mindlessly over the lines that covered his skin. “Just keep talking; about anything. How’s Neko been?”

If there was anything Alex Keller couldn’t shut up about, it was you and his cat.

“She’s good, has a spotty haircut that she’s less than impressed about. Didn’t clean her back well enough and got some mats that were easier to trim out than try to brush.” He started, setting the scene of him and his sister wrestling the small animal to groom her. Giving you a much needed distraction. A small, sad smile crossed your face as you snuggled deeper into his chest.

If this lasts forever, you’ll be just fine.

Taglist: @bloodonmyhands-1221 @bowtruckleninja @v1naco

Alex Keller Taglist: @gcing-back-to-505 @deadbranch @glitterypirateduck

#call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #alex keller #call of duty #alex keller x reader #alex keller fluff #alex keller is a cat dude #ALEXKELLERCHALLENGE

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sugolara · 9 months

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𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚

ft. Katsuki Bakugo x Shoto Todoroki x Izuku Midoriya x fem! reader

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The water sloshed around her as she tried to get out of the river and away from the rotters behind her. Her hands lifted the duffel bag that contained little food so as to not get it wet from the river.

She huffed and tried to steadily calm her breath as the rotters behind growled and moaned, their dead hands reaching out for her.

When she made it to land, she took a quick pause to regain her stamina before continuing running. She didn’t know how long she’s been running but after she tripped over a tree stump she let herself stay low.

She rolled over to her back, her e/c eyes glancing at the night sky. She huffed out a sigh and ran a hand over her face. She grimaced when her clothes stuck to her and dirt picked up on her clothes.

She then ran her hand over her hair as she thought about what happened a while ago.

She remembered Shoto and Katsuki switching places so the blonde could take a break while Izuku was already asleep and herself was beginning to drift off to slumber.

She then remembered she was woken up harshly by Izuku who had a terrified face. She looked around and noticed that the van was swarmed by rotters. The dead pounded and snarled as they tried to get inside the van.

“What the hell happened!?” F/n asked.

“I don’t know, the van broke down and a horde was passing by.” Shoto said as he watched the rotters snarl at him.

Katsuki groaned as he pulled Shoto to the back of the van. He then grabbed the duffel bags and began throwing one to each person.

“Here’s the plan.” He let out a shaky sigh before speaking, “I’m gonna break the front window and distract them while you three open the back door and push forward. Don’t stop, don’t look back and run until you’re safe. Do you hear me?”

“Kacchan, we can’t just leave you!” Izuku exclaimed. “I’ll stay beh-”

“Just shut up and listen, Deku!” Katsuki said as he glared at him, “You're going to run like hell before you let these damn sons of bitches eat you! Do you understand!? We don’t have time for this shit!”

“No, Kacch-!” Izuku whipped his head to Shoto when he shoved a gun in his hand.

The dual-haired male stared at Izuku with uncertainty in his eyes, “We’ll see him again, Izuku. Katsuki’s going to stay on the roof of the car until morning and we’ll stay nearby until sunrise. When the sun rises we get rid of the dead.”

The car shook when Izuku nodded and looked at the blonde, “Fine. But can you not be stubborn and yell out for us when you need help?”

Katsuki nodded as he shoved Izuku to F/n. He then looked at F/n as she nodded at him. “Stay safe.”

With that, Katsuki turned back to the driver's seat as he kicked the window open and steadily got on the hood of the van. He fought back his anxiety as the dead tried grabbing onto him as he made his way to the top.

When Katsuki was no longer in view and the dead began to swarm the front of the car, F/n and Shoto opened the back, killing a couple of rotters. As F/n and Izuku got out of the van and began to put distance between the van, Shoto stared at them, a sincere smile before he closed the van's door leaving him inside the van.

He then made his way to the driver's seat before pulling out an M16 and getting rid of the dead in front of the car. He then pulled out another M16 and passed it to Katsuki. On top, Katsuki scoffed as he shook his head with a grin before getting rid of every rotter.

The sound of gunshots alerted every dead nearby and the gunshot made F/n and Izuku turn around. The presence of a missing Shoto made them think of the worst. Before F/n could begin to run forward, Izuku held her hand as he pleadingly stared at her, “We have to go back!”

“No!” F/n yelled and pulled Izuku forward, “You heard Katsuki. We don’t turn around, we don't look back!”

“How can you say that!?” Izuku argued, “He’s our friend and Shoto was left behind! We can’t leave them!”

“Then we’ll wait until morning just like Shoto said!” F/n yelled as she tried to push Izuku forward but his stubbornness annoyed F/n. She turned around but her heart dropped when she saw a rotter just a few centimeters away from the male.

Without thinking, she shoved Izuku out of the way as the rotters came at her. She struggled before Izuku shot it. But the shot caused the rotters near the van to discrete and follow after the noise.

The sound of snarls caused the pair to be alert. Izuku picked up his bag and grabbed F/n before running once again. They dodged every rotter that tried to grab them but because they were so busy trying to run, they hadn’t realized they got separated.

A few dozen rotters were now after F/n as she ran and it wasn’t until she fell into the river where she realized that Izuku wasn’t behind her. Thinking of the worst, she closed her eyes and pushed forward.

She let out a sigh as the stars twinkled at her. She sniffled and wiped her eyes. Once again, just like she imagined, she was alone.

Her hands gripped her face but hearing a twig snap nearby, she rose to her feet and began to move forward. The feeling of being alone brought her back to old memories when she had to leave her family behind.

Somewhere on the other side of the forest, Izuku gripped his wound as he leaned on a tree catching his breath. He moved the collar of his shirt and frowned when he saw blood leaking through.

His bullet wound had reopened when he bumped into a tree. Sitting down, he took off the bloody gauze and opened the duffel bag that had medical supplies. Grabbing rubbing alcohol, he bit his lips when he poured it onto his wound.

He then picked up a gauze and placed it over the wound while the other hand grabbed medical tape and attached it to the gauze. He was glad he watched F/n when she cleaned his wound otherwise, it would have gone infected and the fever would have killed him.

He let his head rest against the tree and let out a sigh. He was angry that his gun had run out of ammo. If it hadn't he would have gone back to find Katsuki, Shoto, or F/n.

He glared at the sky when tears brimmed his eyes. He pulled his knees up to his chest and lowered his head as the waterworks began.

He just found his friends and now he lost them. He hoped they were okay, otherwise, he didn’t know what to do.

a/n: trying to finish this series so i can start the spin-off

#katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki x reader #izuku x reader #izuku midoria x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #shoto x you #katsuki x you #midoriya x y/n #shoto x y/n

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queerxreader · 1 year

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Howdy!! I was wondering if you could do a Logan x m!reader who has a harpy mutation and it’s a wing care thing, I think it could be interesting because caring for a birds wings is a very intimate thing. And or a spideypool + m!reader cuddling fluffy piece?

- 🎭

Logan/Wolverine x M!Reader with Harpy Mutation/Wings.

Bird, Bath, and Intimacy.

Featured/Warnings: Vague angst and Nudity. Baths. Comfort and Care. Fluff piece. Flirting.

Writer’s Note: I Really adore the idea of Logan this big tough guy being so gentle and caring towards his winged boyfriend. Also I’m still planning on writing a Spideypool cuddle fic but it’ll be separate from this. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! And apologies for how long it took to push this out.

“Stay still. Quit your flapping.” Logan’s gruff voice barked at you.

Your feathery appendages had a mind of their own, and when it came to Logan’s touch your soft wings fluttered for the callous man.

“I’m trying, I’m just not used to someone else taking care of my wings”

“Someone has to.”

Though he sounded aggravated to be helping you, you could sense his calmness. You knew deep down he cared for you, otherwise he wouldn’t have even offered.

You were sitting on your legs in the tub, the lukewarm water felt relaxing on your skin. Logan sat on the inner edge of the tub, his feet soaking in the water with his jeans cuffed up as high as he could manage on his toned calves. He was softly kneading his fingers into your feathers. His hands were coated in a special soap that was advertised to be strong enough to get oil out of ducks. He assumed this would be the best alternative compared to the shoddy attempts at cleaning yourself were.

He noticed your difficulty cleaning your wings when he saw you one early spring morning. He couldn’t sleep again so he was just having a beer as a breakfast appetizer. He looked out the kitchen window to enjoy the beginning of the sunrise. There you were, out there waiting on the edge of the fence, he pondered what you were doing, but instead of going outside to ask he just enjoyed this new view that seemed to outshine the sun rising.

Abruptly the sprinklers chittered on, Logan knew they were scheduled to do this, but it always raised the hairs on his arms. The sprinklers were always really tall in the mornings due to the expectation that everyone would be asleep this early in the day.

You promptly thrashed your wings to glide down

through the high force water oscillating into the air. All Logan saw between your swift flailing of wings and every few moments he’d see your mostly nude masculine frame covered by a pair of tight swim shorts. He admired the way your wet body glistened in the pale morning light, it was times like this he swore you were an angel rather than a harpy-adjacent mutant humanoid. He still loved you as the latter reality, however.

He saw you land atop one of the garden statues, you perched there for a second before shaking and writhing your feathers and hair dry. He always thought you were kidding when you said you bathed exactly like a bird. While he did think it was cute watching you do your avian drying dance, he wondered if you did this year around. Wouldn’t you get sick doing this during the winter or fall, only so much of your genetics include this mutant bird dna, what about the human parts?

As you got to a decent stage where you could just air dry the rest of your body, you hovered over the patio to retrieve your robe and enter the mansion.

You only got so far into the door of the kitchen before a gravelly voice teased you.

“Did'ja have a nice bird bath?”

You nodded while sitting down at the kitchen table, “I did actually, I’m fixing to have some breakfast.”

“I think we have some sunflower seeds in the pantry for you to peck on.”

“Ha. Ha. Really funny, wolf boy.”

“You were serious about those bird baths. I thought you just took regular baths like the rest of us.”

“Newsflash, blades-for-joints, do I look like the rest of ‘us’?”

“Hey now, I was just saying I didn’t expect it to be true.”

“Well you caught me, now what.”

“I don’t think a rinse is good enough to get you clean. Those feathers are complex.”

“Yeah, so are a bird’s.”

“But you’re not all bird.. you have a human immune system and taking baths like that—

“Aw Logan, you’re worried about me getting sick? Don’t worry I never get sick.”

Almost like you had jinxed yourself, you sneezed instantaneously.

He smirked, pleased with being right, however there was a tiny glint of concern in his eye. A literal blink and you miss it type of glint. You’re glad you didn’t miss it though.

“See.”

“Whatever. It’s just ‘cause it’s cold in here.”

The memory fades as Logan turns the shower hose on you, the warm water juxtaposing the now cooler water you sat in. You shivered and then eased into the soothing feeling of water flowing between your wings in places you could never reach on your own. Logan rubbed his rough hands between your shoulder blades massaging the sensitive spot. You keened into his touch as he kneaded the tender spot that connected your wings to your spine.

“I know this spot takes a lot of weight, it must hurt to keep these things steady all the time”

“You have no idea,”

“Believe me I do— these claws are a bitch when I unsheath them.”

“It hurts everytime.” It was a question but you phrased it as a statement since you already suspected the answer. Your wings often hurt when you first spread them out after a day of binding them away into your clothes to simply function amongst the quote-on-quote normal humans. But you couldn’t imagine the pain of having blades push out between your knuckles, it obviously was only a torture he could endure.

The healing factor was what made it somewhat bearable you assumed, but you wondered where all that physical trauma went when it went away. It’s possible that that pain replaced itself into mental and emotional stress, causing this man’s emotional state to be so toughened and built up high.

Though he hated sharing about himself, it often just flew out in conversation casually whenever he spoke to you. He felt he could truly put his guard down and trust you, and clearly you felt the same. The more he spoke the more you realized his concern wasn’t just that of a teammate or a close friend, he genuinely feared losing you. He’s mentioned losing many people he’s loved before, and sometimes he’s not taken the time to focus on the little things. It’s then you understand what this means to him, you allowing him to take care of you, this was for both of you. It would take a lot for him to admit that, he swore this was only for your own good. He’d chalk it up to you being careless and reckless, though he knows if he didn’t heal as quickly you’d be tending to his wounds like a mother hen every single mission.

As he opened up to you, growing distracted, you felt him knead into the width of your back a little rougher with his hand, right into a tender spot. Your wings thrashed upon the sensation, splashing water all outside the tub and all over the damp man. He practically growled at the sudden jostling of feathers, dropping the sprayer. The water spewed all over both of you. Logan’s jeans were already wet despite cuffing them at the ankles, but now they were practically a darker color from the wetness. His white shirt was now drenched completely too, you looked up at him laughing at him.

“That was on you. You know it’s sensitive there.”

Logan huffed a sigh, “I know,” he discarded his shirt, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by it clinging to his skin.

“Let’s try this again, just relax, okay?”

“It would be a lot easier if I could just lay back into this tub but I can’t.”

Logan adjusted the setting on the sprayer and continued aiming the warm water into the middle of your back. You sighed calmly. He softly spoke to you as he rubbed circles into your back instead of kneading, “better?”

“Much, much better,”

“I’m sorry the massage didn’t work,”

“It’s okay, you know how my wings are under your touch,”

He let out a low chuckle, smiling at you as he continued to rinse and softly rub your feathers clean.

You soothed one of your hands to hold his. You pecked a small kiss onto his hand. “We might have to do a massage another time, without water.”

Logan let out a small laugh through his nose, “I guess so, just let me know when.”

It was silent for a moment as he finished rinsing you. Finally when he was done, he assisted you in standing up, he placed a warm towel on your head and shook it to dry and fluff up your hair. When he took the towel away he saw your eyes looking at him adoringly.

“What’s that goofy look for birdbrain?”

“Thank you,”

“S’no big deal.”

“No,” you leaned closer to him, your bare wet legs pressing against his damp and taught jeans. You made sure your eyes had locked while you took both of your hands into his. You pecked a kiss onto his cheek ever so chaste. “Thank you, Logan.”

His face felt warm, he blinked in awe. You had been together for a while now and yet you still flustered him. As he turned around to return the gesture you were already headed out the room. Your wings shook erratically for a split second to rid the remaining water. Logan caught most of the extra splashing against his already dripping clothes, he didn’t mind it. He was just glad to be able to take care of you.

Even after looking at the flooded floor, he still had a grin on his face as he heard you leave.

“See ya later, feathers.”

#wolverine x male reader #Logan x male reader #Logan x m reader #wolverine x m reader #im half asleep posting this so if there’s any errors that’s why #x men x reader #x men x male reader

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