#until i realized some people passing by were making the noise at me LOL

[alexotls]

cosplayed doppio today with my little sister as trish!!

#and the bestie as mista who did not want photos posted but looked awesome nonetheless 😌 #we were sitting drinking boba and suddenly heard turururu-ing out of nowhere which was extremely disorienting for like 5 seconds #until i realized some people passing by were making the noise at me LOL #ALSO I MET A SECCO AND TOOK A PIC WITH THEM TAKING ME HOSTAGE... SOOOO COOL

[mysicklove]

𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆

DAY 3: ORAL FIXATION + FACE FUCKING

With: Rin Itoshi

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Sub! Rin, reader is fem coded, gagging, lots of drool and saliva, unrealistic potrayal of oral fixations, cringey dialogue in beginning, tears, reader spits in his mouth, cumming in pants, biting

A/N: this is gross. also, i have a oral fixation and i know this is not how it works, but whatever this is fanFICTION let me live lol

Rin Itoshi has a bad mouth. Sure, his vocabulary is not too full of curse words, but by god he insults people way too much. Whats crazy about it, is he actually believes what he says, and often times you have to cover his mouth before he accidentally picks a fight with someone. He is cool and collected 90% of the time, and because of his aloof attitude, it drives people insane when they hear his rude, blunt words.

You are working on it with him, or at least trying to. Whenever he is rude to someone, you quickly scramble to apologize and reassure that he meant nothing harmful. By the end of it, he always gives you the strangest stares, wondering why you care enough to explain himself to the other person. But you were kind, and he…had other good qualities about him.

He discovered something new about himself during this time as well. You were sitting on his lap, talking to some guests at the two of yours apartment, when one of the guys teased Rin’s cold personality just a tad. Before your lovely boyfriend could bark back a probably way too passive aggressive reply, you covered his mouth with your hand, accidentally slipping one of your fingers into his mouth.

He stared at you in silence while the others gently laughed, and moved away from the conversation. He teasingly licked at the digit, and your smile widened to hide back a shiver, pretending nothing is amiss to the others.  You pulled your hand away a couple seconds later, and he unconsciously followed it, blinking at you when you stared at him in confusion.

And ever since that day, Rin found himself feeling…strange. It didn't affect his day to day life, but he realized that having stuff in his mouth, made him feel strangely calm. After a quick google search, he realized he must have an oral fixation that he has not discovered until now.

He took to lollipops for a week, justifying himself to you by blaming it on his sweetooth (that he doesn't have). Once you teased him about ruining his teeth from all the sugar, and he stopped. He bit his nails for two days, and even if it did help him focus on the task at hand, it made him feel unsanitary and gross. He considered trying smoking, but his career depended on his lungs, so he threw that thought away. 

Toothpicks and gum are his savior currently. With either of the two in his mouth, he finds himself less uptight, and it calmed his day to day nerves. It made him feel better all and all, and it didn't hurt him, so he was fine with his fixation.

But, ever since that day where he felt your finger in his mouth, he has been daydreaming about it. Two, or three of your digits would make his mouth completely occupied, and with them, he probably wouldn't be lost in his thoughts. It was just a passing thought in the beginning, thinking that maybe he nonchalantly ask you to put your (clean, he would specify) fingers into his mouth, but recently, the thoughts have gotten more lewd. 

What would it be like to have your fingers forcefully roam his mouth while he blinks back tears from the roughness? What would it be like for you to gag him when you reach too far in his throat? Would you laugh at the noise, or would you coo at him? What would it be like for you to spit in his mouth? After that thought, he decided to never talk to you about it. He had a pride to withhold.

But you quickly noticed your boyfriends new found stress reducer. He didn't necessarily hide it, but when you ask about it, he always deflects the conversation and then gets cranky when you don't let it go. You know Rin’s ridiculous behavior by heart now, so you know he is hiding something.

So, on the one day off he has from practice, you decided to confront him on whatever the hell was going on. With gifts.

“What the fuck is this?”

You cringe, and let out a breath. You definitely shouldn't have bought that. “Uh…A pacifier?”

Rin raises his eyebrows, peering into the plastic bag with a frown on his face. “Why did you bring home a bunch of gum, butterscotch, toothpicks, are these cigarettes? Really? And a pacifier.”

You probably should have just stuck with the gum. Even the toothpicks would be pushing it. “Suprise..?” You meekishly let out, afraid of the outcome.

“This is for me?” Rin questions, setting the bag down with a sigh, and turning to you with a blank stare.

“Well one of us has an oral fixation, and its not me,” You say, watching the way your boyfriend immediately flushes red, and looks away. 

He pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. “And where did you get that idea?”

You lean in closer to him, grabbing the bag with a huff. “From the weeks of you constantly having something in your mouth. After the fourth time of you pulling away from me, mid makeout session to spit out your gum, I figured something was up. And the internet is free you know.”

He peers at you, and doesn't say anything. You were right of course, but he was too embarrassed to admit it. Nor the idea of where this innocent fidgeting thing led to. “So you bought me cigarettes and a pacifier?” He accuses, tone harsher than before. It was unexpected how angry he got over something like this.

“I'm just trying to help you. What do you want me to do, stick my fingers in your mouth or something? Fuck, you dont got to be an asshole about it,” You quip back, growing annoyed at his behavior. He was being a brat for no reason, and although you did give him stupid gifts, he didn't have to be rude about it.

He glares at you, taking a step forward toward you. “Yeah? Maybe you should. Stick your fingers in my mouth, like the disgusting pervert you are.”

You bark a laugh at him. “Of course you make this sexual! Maybe I should, shows how desperate you are for a little attention,” You hiss, grabbing at his shirt and pulling you closer to you. You forcefully open his mouth and shove two of your fingers in. He gags, glaring up at  you from under has lashes from the mere forcefulness. 

You press the pads of your fingers to the roof of his mouth, his head tilting upward from the pressure. “Does this fucking help? Maybe I should just do this for….” You trail off, the bite in you dying down when you feel his tongue graze your finger. You begin to pull away, but he grabs onto your wrist, forcing it inside. “You really…Wow, okay,” You mumble, staring at your boyfriends now half lidded eyes.

He glances up at you, cheeks slightly flushed from embarrassment, but he would never admit that to you. Instead, he just mumbles, “Shut up.” which comes out a little garbled, making the complaint just sound cute.

You lead him to the couch, and motion for him to kneel on the carpet below. He glares at you, nipping gently on the tips of your fingers at the idea. “What? Obviously you are enjoying this way too much. So if you want my fingers in your mouth, then you can sit on the floor. You are too tall, I'll grow tired from reaching up,” You reason, fighting back the urge to roll your eyes as he continues to gnaw on your fingers in complaint.

He thinks about it for a second, and finally decides that you are right, so he takes his spot in between your legs, still holding onto your wrist like he is afraid that you are going to pull your fingers away. You pet his head, and finally relax your hand, your fingers falling limp on his tongue.

It doesnt take him long to start gently suckling on them, his tongue gently roaming around the two digits. You watch with amusement as his eyes grow heavy, and the thoughts seem to leave his brain. He looked so content like this, it was fascinating. The usual frown on his face gone, and drool beginning to bead at the corner of his lips.

“Mwove ‘em,” he demands not after long, and you bite back a laugh, knowing that his personality hasnt done a complete shift. But you abide to the command, and drag your fingers over his teeth, pressing them against the wall of his cheek, admiring how cute he looks when his lips are forcefully dragged to the side.

He takes notice to this and bites you again in warning, and this time you do laugh. “So temperamental, Rin. Thought you wanted me to move them around?”

“Dont make fwun of me.”

You hum, and use your hand to brush away his bangs. Then, you continue your exploration in his mouth, accidentally jabbing your fingers too far back, making him gag. You wince, apologizing immediately, but he doesn't say anything, gripping onto your wrists and pulling them deeper into his mouth. “Fuck Rin…This is....Kinda hot,” You murmur, cupping his cheek with one hand and plunging your other fingers deep into his mouth just to watch him gag again.

At your words his blue eyes flicker downward to his pants, and you follow them to see his hard on pressed against the fabric. You let out a breathless laugh, and put your finger to the top of his mouth again, forcing him to look up at you. His eyes are watery from the gagging, but other than that, he looks completely blissful, staring at you with hearts in his eyes. “Aw, this isn't bout your little oral fixation anymore, is it?" You taunt, narrowing your eyes at him. "You just wanna be face fucked, yeah Rin? Want me to abuse your pretty mouth until your throat is all bruised up and you are drooling all over the place?”

He gags again when your fingers travel back deeper in his mouth, but he doesn't say anything. He looks at you again, flushed in the face, and nods once, looking away immediately after. You play with his bottom lip, and grin at him. “God you're so pretty,” You praise, and he gulps, cock twitching in his pants.

Your fingers seem to travel every inch of his mouth, and his tongue follows them around, licking at them, even when you scold him to relax. Then, you begin to move your fingers in and out, and he gags with each thrust, tears dripping down his face as he forces his eyes shut. You listen to the gross sound of his throat being abused, and stare at him, completely fascinated about how hard he is right now. How something as strange as this could turn him on so much.

Suddenly, you grab his tongue and pull it out of his mouth. He winces at the harshness, and stares at you, slightly afraid of what's to come next. He feels vulnerable in this position, which he rarely feels, so he begins to squirm unconsciously. You lean forward, curling yourself over your legs and just above his face, the shadow of your frame darkening his face. “Hey Rin?” You whisper darkly, running your thumb over his tongue teasingly.

“Hmm?” He tries to hum, fists clutching onto your pants. He feels his tongue begin to dry up, and the force of your hold is uncomfortable, but he can't help but be extremely turned on. It was better than he imagined.

“Can I spit in your mouth?”

His eyes widen slightly, and his dick twitches in his pants. He takes a deep breath through his nose, and then tilts his head back, trying to open his mouth wider, but failing considering your hold on his tongue.

You grin at the action and lean forward just above his mouth, letting a glob of saliva fall from your mouth and into his. You release his tongue, and he immediately swallows, shivering at the feeling and the act of this really happening, all the while you coo at him. A couple seconds go by and he opens his mouth again, and you smile, seeing his tongue bare.

He trembles, repeating the scene in his head. Tears drip down his cheek, and drool coats his bottom lip, but he doesnt take notice to it, because all he can think about is how wet he is now.

“Oh Rin, did you soil your pants?” You laugh, and he grinds his teeth together, rushing to cover himself with his hands.

You grab his arms, forcefully pulling them to the side to see the noticeably dark spot directly above his crotch. Sure enough, Rin came from you spitting in his mouth. You feel blood rush to your groin, and you blink at him. “Oh god Rin, you fucking pervert.”

But before he could deny anything, you shove two fingers back into his mouth, and almost instinctually he begins to melt, already forgetting about the warm sticky feeling in his pants.

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[snarlesofthesewers]

a taste of poison

snarles x reader part 1 - if there's enough demand maybe ill make a part 2 lol idk i hate writing so it would probably take just as long as this one

a while after landing on this strange planet, finding yourself in the dark and haunting forest known as Subcon a spirit known as snatcher steals your soul and forces you to do his bidding unfortunately for you while working to complete one of snatcher's tasks you end up far deeper in the forest then you should have been and end up in someone else's hunting grounds

after searching for nearly two hours you find yourself running into a small clearing leaves rustling and twigs snapping underfoot as you ran towards the rare flower snatcher had asked you to gather for a certain potion he needed to make what kind of potion? you had no idea but what you did know is that snatcher would probably kill you if you came back empty handed you should have been paying better attention to your surroundings while running you weren't exactly paying attention to anything other then the flower leading to you tripping over a fallen tree and planting your face directly in the cold and wet soil of the forest which definitely woke you up but when you realized just how much noise you had made on the way here you could feel nothing but dread something probably heard you no.. something definitely heard you you quickly wipe the mud from your face and come to your knees scanning the tree line and tuning in your hearing as you slowly get up but you see and hear... nothing nothing but the sound of wind howling between the cracks of broken trees the coast is clear and you are alone so you begin to stand and reproach the flower pulling it from the ground with the roots intact and stashing it somewhere safe for the journey back to snatcher's house but just as you pick it up the smell of something absolutely awful fills your nose its hard to stop yourself from puking and you probably would have if you weren't already so used to the constant smell of death that lays thick in Subcon's air... but this wasn't the usual smell of old decaying bodies this smelled far more ripe where the hell was that smell even coming from? "right behind you that's where~" a small crack and snap can be heard in the treetops above with the faint sound of hissing that transitioned into a shrill and wet sounding cackle that followed soon after you run but you didn't get far before you are promptly pinned to the ground by something far larger then yourself with its claws digging into your shoulders causing fresh blood to trickle down the side of your back and onto the cold wet ground and it was at this very moment that you realized YOU BLEW IT YOU TOTALLY SCREWED YOURSELF!~ you feel the smooth and slimy skin of whatever creature had you pressed against the ground began to coil itself around you like a snake ready to suffocate its prey your mind and body had already started to go numb but before you could pass out you were quickly snapped out of it by a voice... and maybe also the claws still stuck in your shoulders like knives but mostly just the voice

"finally.. fresh meat its been days with not a single soul... I was starting to worry that people had finally gotten smart and started to avoid this wrenched forest~"

"...now then.. how about we get started my lost little mouse~ it would be a real shame if I let fresh meat like you go to waste"

you struggle and struggle and struggle some more attempting to worm your way out of its firm grasp but its no use but if you were going to die you at least wanted to get a good look at whatever was about to kill you so you continued to struggle until you could get a good look at its face even if that meant completely exhausting yourself you catch a glimpse of its soulless yellow eyes flickering

"oh how cute the prey thinks it can escape~? you keep making this easier for me I almost feel bad... maybe the hunger is finally starting to get to me or maybe its just that scent.... wait hold on that scent" they lean in close to your face and just stare at you for what felt like an eternity before uncoiling you and towering above your sore body "is... this some kind of cruel joke?" they hissed in frustration before grabbing you by the leg and pulling you close to their face "no this cant be the case... did his previous contractor kick the bucket already? its only been a week there's no way he's dead already" they drool at the thought of eating the remains of snatchers previous victim even if there's no guarantee he was even dead...yet "well well well~ ...might you be snatcher's newest pet? oh ...don't worry about trying to speak.. I have other ways of finding out~" "my little mouse"

#no i will not fix grammar errors i don't feel like it #scream at me if you want part 2 #reader doesn't say anything because I'm not sure how to do dialog lol #if you see any missing color i cant fix it :( #feeling kinda shy about posting this #i hate writing grrrrrrr #snarles x reader #yall asked for it #sewersnarles #thank you for reading my cringe #snarles writes shit

[faerybones3]

Which Witch

Fìli x witch!reader

tags: flirty banter, witchcraft, stab wound, palm reading, fili is a flirt, the dwarves get very drunk lol, thorin is an asshole

word count: 2.8k

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Chapter Two

The man facing you was beautiful and ethereal. You had never seen beauty like his before. You could have looked upon his face forever. 

You called to him, “Who are you?”

He did not answer. He turned from you and began walking away. 

“Wait, stop!”

You tried to follow him, but you felt as though you were walking underwater. He was getting further and further away, but you knew you must reach him. You ran with all your might, trying desperately to catch up to him. He finally stopped, and when you reached him, you grabbed his arm, turning him around to face you again. You needed to look upon his face, just once more. 

But as he turned, you saw that his face was gone. In its place was a gaping, black void. 

You screamed and released him. Was that laughter? He was laughing at you. The noise seeped into you and you could feel it under your skin, crawling like thousands of spiders. You continued to scream as the laughter grew louder, threatening to consume you. 

You woke with a jolt, head pounding. Your surroundings were unfamiliar at first. You saw a straw floor, and great wooden beams. It appeared that you were in a building meant for a giant, making you feel very small. 

It wasn’t until you saw the huge honey bees and goats on the other side of the great room you were in that you realized where you were. You were in Beorn’s great hall. You had met him many times, and he was a good friend to your people. 

You stood on wobbly feet and wondered to yourself how long you had been asleep. The events leading up to you passing out were a blur of swords and goblins. Your throat burned and it was tremendously hard to swallow; you knew you must have horrible bruising there. Raising your shirt, you saw that the wound in your abdomen had been cleaned and well-bandaged, though you noticed that it would need new wrappings soon. You quickly gave the rest of your body a once-over, noting the various scratches and bruises. 

Suddenly, you heard laughter coming from the end of the hall, and your head shot up, remembering your dream. The dwarves were all sitting at a large table, talking boisterously amongst each other. When they noticed you slowly walking over, they all stopped speaking and looked at you. One of them, with two large twisting braids in his gray beard and holding an ear trumpet, rose and walked to you. 

“Right, I’ll be needin’ to see to that then,” he said, gesturing to your soiled bandages. 

You let him lead you to a bench next to their table. He introduced himself to you as ‘Òin’ and you gave him your name as well. You winced as you raised your shirt and he started to re-do your wound dressings, but you were grateful that he had a gentle hand. As he was working, the rest of the dwarves went around and gave you their names. You learned that the blond dwarf you had stolen the sword from was named Fìli. The last of them, and the leader if you had to guess, did not introduce himself. He instead walked to you and eyed you skeptically. You eyed him right back, holding your ground. When he spoke, he was stern. 

“How did you come to be in the company of goblins?”

“I was traveling solo through the Misty Mountains when I was ambushed and taken. They kept me prisoner for three days.” Your voice came out as a rasp. 

“Why did you help us?”

“Would you rather I hadn’t?” You asked with a wry smile. Some of the dwarves exchanged looks, but the leader simply narrowed his eyes. 

You sighed. “It’s just what any decent person would do.”

The leader seemed unfazed, “What are you, some elf half-breed?”

You raised an eyebrow. “If you would use your eyes, master dwarf, you would see that I am no elf.”

“A witch, then?”

Òin had completed his work by this point, and you gently pushed his hands away and thanked him. All of them watched you with expectant looks, some curious and a bit wary. You had heard of the skepticism of Dwarves, and you knew that it most likely extended to the magical arts. 

Throwing caution to the wind, you nodded. A few of them broke into whispers. 

“I’m not going to try and curse any of you, if that’s what you’re so worried about,” you said quickly. They didn’t seem convinced, especially the leader. 

“I would not expect any of you to understand, closed minded as all you lot are,” you said. You were getting annoyed at their prodding questions and the pain in your side was making you irritable. 

They became quite offended at this. 

“We saved you, did we not?” said the one who had introduced himself as Kìli. 

You locked eyes with him. You saw an endearing kind of innocence that comes with youth in his eyes. A certain desperation to prove himself. The dwarf sitting beside him, Fìli, had to be his brother, not just because their names were so similar, but they had the same tilted mouth, the same mischievous glint in their eyes. Fìli was definitely older, more hardened and learned in the ways of the world, his beard longer and braided, unlike his younger brothers. With the slightest flush, you realized that this was the face you had reached for in your semi-conscious state before you had passed out. His face had been haloed with the rising light of the sun and he had looked almost angelic, like one of the Valar sent from Valinor itself to heal you. 

“I do believe Gandalf is to thank for our saving,” piped up the halfling, Bilbo, breaking you from your thoughts. You had never met a hobbit before. He had a kind nature about him and you immediately liked him the best out of the bunch. It also helped that he seemed to think your criticism of the dwarves was quite amusing. 

“Speaking of,” you said, standing from the bench. “Where is he?”

“The garden I believe,” said Bilbo. 

You made your way over to the large oak front doors of Beorn’s hall, the dwarves watching you silently, their expressions poorly concealing their obvious mistrust. 

Wrenching open the doors, you breathed in the fresh outside air and turned back around to face the dwarves, who were still watching you intently. 

“Thank you,” you said to them, before turning and marching out to look for the wizard, not bothering to shut the doors behind you.

—

The warm summer sun had just set over the tops of the mountains, leaving the sky an inky blue color and making you shiver a bit in your spot on the ground, where you sat comfortably watching the dwarves dance and sing around the fire, in their usual merry mood. The hot mug of tea in your hands did much, however, to fend off the chill of the evening as it was three times the size of your head and gave off the same amount of warmth that a small campfire might. 

It had been four days since your arrival at Beorn’s hall, and you were surprised at how much the dwarves had warmed up to you in so little time. Once they knew for sure that you were not going to put a spell on them or kill them in their sleep, they decided it was alright to look you in the eyes and once they learned that Gandalf had decided to more or less trust you, they became downright friendly and had all but welcomed you into their little troop. Even the leader, whose name you found out to be Thorin, had stopped glowering whenever you came near him. 

A baby goat had made its way over to where you were sitting, looking up at you with big curious eyes, his ears covered in fuzz. You couldn’t help the smile that touched your lips. Reaching out your hand, you patted him gently between his eyes. Looking quite timid, he seemed to come to a decision about something, and then plopped down right next to you, laying his head on one of your legs that was stretched out on the straw-covered floor. Your smile grew as you looked down at him, this innocent little creature. 

You heard a chuckle nearby and whipped your head around at the sound. 

“Hello, there,” said Fìli, coming to sit with you, a large mug in his hand as well, but you knew that his was filled with something much stronger than tea.

You nodded at him politely. He shifted to sit with his legs crossed and one of his knees brushed your thigh, but he didn’t seem to notice. You both sat in silence, watching the other dwarves and listening to their drunken singing and shouting. Dwalin was sitting at the massive table in the middle of the hall, arm wrestling Glóin who had his face scrunched up in concentration. Thorin and Balin stood a little to the side of the group, laughing loudly at all the others as they danced around Bofur, who was currently very drunk and singing at the top of his lungs in what was probably meant to be the common tongue but sounded more like animated babbling. 

You laughed heartily at the scene and turned to Fìli. “Are they always like this?”

“You’ve no idea,” he replied with a smile. 

Ori had just pulled Nori to him and was attempting a two-man jig, which made you and Fíli laugh even harder. 

Several minutes went by like that, with you and him laughing together at the ridiculous things the dwarves were currently doing. You found that you didn’t need to fill the space between you with pointless chatter, as he had an easy air about him and the small silences between your laughter were not awkward. 

But it was then that you remembered something. 

“I’m sorry for taking your sword,” you said, a bit of your composure lost. “I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

“Hm? Oh, it’s alright,” he said. “Just don’t do it again.”

You turned your head to look at him, but he had a smirk on his face. Relieved, you smiled back. 

He continued, “What did you do to it? Those words you were speaking?”

“It was just a spell,” you said, shaking your head a little. “For my aim to be true and for protection.”

He gave you a skeptical look and raised one thick eyebrow. 

“Cynical, are you? I thought you were traveling with a wizard.”

“Yes, well . . . “ he trailed off. 

“Well, what?”

He met your eyes reluctantly, looking you up and down in the process. “You just don’t really look the part, is all.”

You scoffed. “Just because I’m not old and wizened doesn’t mean I can’t possess magic.”

He nodded, his mouth forming a little ‘o’ as he turned back to watch the dwarves again, but you could tell he didn’t really believe you. You reached your hand out to him. He looked at it, confused for a moment, before you made a beckoning motion with your fingers. He still didn’t understand.

“Hand,” you said simply.

Reluctantly, he put his rough and calloused hand into yours. You took a moment to gently trace the lines in his palm with your fingertips, almost caressing his hand. 

“You’re the eldest of two.”

“Anyone here could have told you that,” he said matter-of-factly. 

You shot him a look and he shut his mouth with a smirk. 

“You worry for your mother at home. You have since your father died. You also worry for your brother. He’s reckless and easily gets into trouble.”

You paused to look up at him, and this time, you had his full attention.

“You’re on a journey to a home that you have never seen before,” you said, tracing the line that wrapped around his thumb. “It looks like you’ve had quite the adventure already, more than you bargained for. And this one here-” your fingertips brushed his hand right below the base of his fingers. “-is called your heart line. See how yours is kind of coarse and splits there? That means you are passionate and very intuitive when it comes to those you love. You also always put others before yourself, but you suppress a lot of your true feelings, especially when it comes to romantic relationships.”

His face had flushed pink when you looked up at him again. You looked back down and continued. 

“You have much anxiety; more than you let on. On the surface, you are very well put together, you were raised to be of course, but much like a river you are raging underneath it all. You put on a facade to appease everyone around you, but you are constantly sick with worry. You are always trying to prove yourself, most of all to your uncle, because one day, everything will fall upon your shoulders and no one can know that you are scared to death.”

You looked up at him. He was watching you with rapt attention, a look of complete shock on his face. You cleared your throat. 

“Should I-”

He didn’t answer; it didn’t look like he could quite form words at the moment, but he shook his head. You nodded and dropped his hand. 

“Sorry,” you said awkwardly, your hands fisted in your lap. 

He seemed to have found his voice again. “No, no, it’s alright. Just a bit jarring, that’s all.”

“Well, at least now you know that I’m not a fraud,” you said with a smirk, attempting to put him at ease a bit. He smiled and nodded his head in agreement. 

After several minutes of slightly uneasy silence, he spoke again. 

“So, what about you?”

“What about me?”

“Well, you know all my secrets now. Only fair if I know some of yours,” he said with a wink.

You rolled your eyes, but smiled at him as you said, “There’s not much to tell. My life is not half as interesting as yours. I grew up just south of here actually, in a village bordering the Anduin. Mother and father were merchants who traded frequently with the elves of Mirkwood.”

“How did you become a witch then? The elves?”

“I actually don’t know. Just woke up one day with everything in my head.”

He definitely did not believe this, but thankfully didn’t press the matter. Instead, he asked, “What’s your family like?”

“They’re wonderful. My younger sister and I used to beg our parents to let us go with them on their travels to the Woodland Realm. We were never allowed to, though, until we were older. I know that dwarves don’t really get on with the elves, but my people were quite close with them.”

You paused for a moment, and your voice became heavy with emotion, almost regretful, at your next words. “My family was everything to me.”

“Was?” asked Fìli.

“I left my village almost three years ago.”

Again, he didn’t press you for more answers, sensing that it was not something you were keen on talking about. Instead, he stretched his arms and sprawled out on the floor, leaning his weight on his elbows. 

“You’re right,” he said playfully. “My life is much more interesting than yours.”

You laughed and smacked him lightly on the shoulder. 

The baby goat, who had been snoozing on your leg all this time, woke up just then and gave you a contemptuous look, as if you had woken him up on purpose. He got up and sauntered off, probably to go and find his mother. 

“So tell me about this adventure you’re on,” you said, turning to him again, yawning, and then cupping your chin in your hand. 

Fìli laughed. “Ah, well, where do I start?”

He then launched into the tale of his and the dwarves’ journey, talking animatedly and sparing no details. You heard about their arrival in Bag End and the recruitment of their fourteenth member, Bilbo. He told you all about how they had been captured by trolls and would have been eaten if not for Bilbo’s quick thinking. Then they had found themselves in Rivendell at the behest of Gandalf and stayed there for two weeks. After their stay in Rivendell, they were traveling through the Misty Mountains when they had been captured by goblins, and you knew the rest. Towards the end of his story, you had grown very sleepy, and by the time he was finished, you had laid down and were half asleep, trying desperately to stay awake. When he had finished and noticed that you were falling asleep, he chuckled to himself. You heard him say ‘goodnight’ to you and you just barely felt a blanket being pulled over your body before you fell into a peaceful sleep.

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[navstuffs]

Sprained Ankle

Pairing: Ezio x GN!Reader

Summary: You fall during a chase, hurting your ankle. Ezio ensures he will bring you to safety.

Warnings: this fanfic could have happened during the end of ac 2 or during brotherhood (you choose your ezio lol), protective/worried/comforting ezio, mention of injury, established romance, my own self-indulgent fanfic, curses in italian using a translator

Author's Note: hii! this idea came to me during an unfortunate event in my real life: i sprained my ankle. since im a sucker for protective/comforting tropes, i decided to do a fanfic about it with ezio auditore. i hope you all enjoy!

It was supposed to be an easy job. A simple kill under Ezio's observant eyes. He lets you do it alone for once, watching closely from the top of a building. The mission was easy: use bombs, kill the target, and get away as fast as possible. Everything went well until three lute players appeared out of nowhere, singing at the top of their lungs. Unfortunately, that also attracted the attention of the guards.

Ezio watched hopelessly as you climbed up the building, making your way toward him. You barely have any time to say anything, following Ezio's lead. The guards didn't seem to give up quickly as you two ran away, jumping from building to building. You two had to be incredibly careful since it had rained the whole morning, and the roofs were slippery. After five minutes of fleeing and not hearing any more noises behind you, you look over your shoulder.

"I think we lost them-"

Your foot loses balance, and before Ezio can react, you slip from the four-floor building, and Ezio can hear your body falling to the ground. With his blood turning cold in his veins, Ezio quickly looks for you, not letting any despair fill his mind. You attract some surprised people's looks, but you seem awake. Ezio wastes no time going down the building as fast as he can, his hands trying not to shake. You are alive, he tells himself as a prayer. When he joins you, you seem to struggle to get up, your hands on your ankle.

"Are you fine, tesoro?" Ezio asks, concerned, kneeling at your side. He scans you rapidly as you shake your head.

"My ankle hurts."

Ezio helps you lift your body. As you try to get in two feet, you hiss, the pain in your heel unbearable. You don't say anything, not looking at Ezio.

"Can you walk?"

You nod as Ezio holds you by your hips. On instinct, you pass your arm over his shoulder. You try to give one step and bite your lips, trying not to groan. The pain is too much, but you deny saying anything to Ezio. He realizes that.

"Tesoro, I don't think you can walk."

"I can do this, Ezio," You argue back, cursing inside your mind. And to make matters worse, not far away from there, you start hearing guard's voices looking for you. Those bastardi never gave up?

"There is no time for this. I have to carry you to safety. We need to find you a doctor away from here."

You want to argue more, trying to put more weight into your bad leg and groaning in terrible pain. The guards seem to be getting closer now. You roll your eyes, embarrassed, and agree, not looking directly at Ezio anymore.

"Hold tight," Ezio whispers after he lifts you. You hold onto his neck, trying to decide if you are angry, ashamed, or flustered to let your boyfriend carry you like this "Let's try not to call attention to ourselves."

Maneuvering between the sea of people, you look behind Ezio's back, noticing the guards are close. Ezio feels you tense up and immediately reacts, turning into the first corner. He holds you against his chest, ignoring the curious looks. He can only stop into a doctor once you are out of danger.

Ezio follows through the streets, deep down, wanting to fight those guards. He knows he can't risk with you like this. You don't say anything, breathing on Ezio's neck to calm down.

"You will be alright, amore mio. Nothing will hurt you. I promise you."

You roll your eyes, almost smiling. Only Ezio to say the cheekiest things while you were being pursued. And to make you feel all fuzzy and warm in your chest.

When you are finally away from danger, you tap Ezio's shoulder, telling him he could put you down. Ezio gives you a half-smile and shakes his head.

"Not until the doctor, tesoro."

You try to discuss, but now that the adrenaline is passing, your ankle starts hurting really bad. Finally, Ezio finds a doctor, placing you carefully on the floor. The doctor checks you under Ezio's close supervision.

The doctor affirms you were lucky you only broke your ankle. He covers it with bandages, recommending you rest for a few weeks. You want to protest, but Ezio pays the man, carrying you back to safety.

-x-

When Ezio finally arrives at the safe spot, he places you into bed gently. You aren't pleased; he can see it as you cross your arms, snorting. Ezio takes his hood down, sitting by the bed.

"You look so charming when angry."

"Vai a farti fottere, Ezio," You complain, frustrated at yourself. How could you let this happen? Ezio needed your help. You didn't like it before you met him when he used to do missions alone, but now you were a team.

"Tesoro-" Ezio tries to touch your face. You block him, knowing you are acting childish, but you are so furious with yourself.

Ezio sighs, rubbing your body. He could finally breathe now. Since you fell from the top of that building, all he had on his mind was to bring you to safety. Now that you were there, safe and medicated, he knew he would have to deal with your stubbornness. He knew how you were feeling: you had nurtured him when he got hurt by Savonarola.

Ezio couldn't support even the thought of losing you. He had already passed this with Cristina, and it was so painful.

When he fell in love with you, and you chose the same path as he did to help him with his vengeance, Ezio almost thought of breaking up. The thought of you hurting or dying because of him was too much. He chose to be selfish and keep you close. He knew it was wrong, but the pain of having you away from him was much, much worse. That's why he was training you to be the best Assassin you could be. Luckily you were turning into a cautious, ruthless, and silent Assassin.

He just needed to keep an eye on you until you got better. It was hard for him not to go there and kill those pezzi di merda who dared to hurt you. Or just intermediate. No, he knew you had to do it alone.

"Okay, tesoro. I understand you are hurt. I know you feel this is a step back but look. At least we are alright. You will be back in a couple of weeks, now, how about-" Ezio suddenly changes his tone of voice, which he uses to seduce you. He rubs your upper tights up to your stomach and your arms. He kisses the side of your neck, whispering, "I strip you from those dirty clothes, give you a warm bath, get us a warm soup, and rest together. What do you think, mhm?"

You don't think, simply letting your body reaction answer to him. It was ridiculous, with chills all over your body. Any trace of anger leaves as you melt in his arms. He notices your expression softens and smiles victorious, giving a small bite to your neck, his beard rasping against your skin.

"Fine, fine, you win, Ezio. Take care of me as you want."

"Come si desidera."

Pezzi de Merda = Pieces of Shit Vai a farti fottere = Go fuck yourself Come si desidera = As you wish

MASTERLIST | EZIO'S MASTERLIST

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[pokidot]

cani pls have a one shot with heizou @ the soulja boy concert

ANON PLEASE IM SCREAMING

wc: 1,359 note: this is my first time writing a kiss with my stories on here lol

You were having the time of your life, even though you had no clue where your date, Heizou had gone.

Granted, you tried looking for him as soon as you realized, but the crowd had packed you in and forced you to stay there within the seat. You were subjected to just letting someone else take Heizou's seat, since they were struggling to find their own.

Even with the discrepancies of him suddenly disappearing, out of sight out of mind, you felt a sense of pure elation even being at the concert. The stage ablaze with lights and pyrotechnics, dazzling display that reflects the fervor of the arena's compassion, it was making you dizzy.

The experience was electrifying; the music pulsates through the air with a final song. An old classic you knew too well to let go in memory, reverberating through the audience's bodies and igniting especially you with amour and excitement.

You almost didn't want to leave.

The final verses, and a dance break from the team that came out from stage left had the crowd hyped on adrenaline. The last song came to an end quick before the crowd had began to dissipate.

You left out the door to the auditorium halls with an indelible impression on just how fun a Soulja Boy concert could be.

But even as you had so much fun, you were confused on where you date was during the whole concert. Did he really just pay for two tickets to a concert that reached it's crescendo and then ditched you before the actual act can start? What a way to put breadsticks in your purse and run.

Your sense of gratitude and appreciation fizzled out on your tongue, leaving you with slight irritation and faint confusion. The feeling of trepidation creeped in your heart as you walked around aimless; not too sure where Heizou could be, but staying vigilant in your search.

You passed the merchandise, and the food court, and even the little Soulja Boy keychains you desperately wanted to buy because of how ridiculous it looked. You looked nook and cranny for him, desperately hoping to reunite. Because if not...you definitely were going to block him after this.

Despite your best efforts, you remained elusive right up until you saw a crowd at the end of the hallway. You blinked out of your transfixed state, walking towards the noise, only to see your very own date swiftly roundhouse kick someone with a mop in the face.

"Please! Get that psycho away from me!" The cleaner had shouted, their eyes almost blazing with fury, one that echoed even throughout the halls and bared attention from the people exiting the auditorium still.

"Playing innocent again, huh." Heizou squinted, his fingers curled and twisted under his other hand, the joints of them creaking within his control. "That's fine, the police are coming anyway. What are you really cleaning? Huh? The money you got from child exploitation?!"

"What...are you even talking about?!" The cleaner's face raged on, his voice growing stronger with his question.

"Yeah, man. This is a little..." The exhilaration still had some of the concert goers confused, because they had no idea how to even respond to this. "I mean...I personally wouldn't assume he's..."

"Do you even know who he is and what he's done? He is Mr. Satoshi Ueno. Slimy bastard had his hands on Watatsumi Island stocks at one point! He's a pimp under the scene!"

"I'm not! I'm just a cleaner with laundry to do after my shift!" The cleaner cried out.

"Still, even if he's charged for something, it's not ethical to fight with the janitor at a concert."

"You don't think I know that? I was helping Soulja Boy, this is the last thing I want to be doing on my day off. While he was cranking that, I was cranking necks." Heizou whistled. "I think I deserve some gratitude."

You tried processing the gravity of the situation, but your mind was struggling. Heizou...was interrogating the cleaner. Cool.

With a sudden fierce determination in your eyes that was as fiery as your lack of substance from tonight, you drew quickly near to the fight and grabbed his arm. "What are you doing?"

You seethed with anger. How dare he even waste your time? The date was literally over, and you hadn't seen him for the majority of it. Was he even thinking about you at all?

But...as Heizou looked down at you with his emerald eyes that sparkled and shimmered regardless under the dull lights, his lip slowly curling once he realized who it was into a charming and disarmed smile, your anger smoothened. It faltered harder than Soulja Boy's new songs. "Oh! Hey, (Y/N)!"

His voice was pure, honeyed sweetness against your ears. It was like dulcet liquid gold was pouring from his lips.

You became overwhelmed, buffeted on all sides of emotional waves that threatened to engulf you if you didn't get out of this situation with him. "Haha.." Your tense arm relaxed against his hands, intertwining them with his and waving at the audience, a faux smile planted on your lips. "Sorry, guys! He didn't take his meds today...you know how it is! Dementia and all...heh...bye."

Disgruntled that you were forced to bear witness to a merciless scrap while the police enter the room, you looked at your date with a complex stare.

You were almost convinced that he did this to himself out of sadistic pleasure. "What in the actual hell, Shika."

His hand rose up to scratch the back of his head, fingers fumbling nervously through his burgundy strands while he watched the police help the poor cleaner up from afar. "Heh," His eyes darted away, "To be fair, I really did think it was Satoshi Ueno."

The tenderness of your heart clouded your vision. Just enough for the wind to be knocked out of your lungs, but not enough to assess the situation as you cleared your throat. "You missed the Soulja Boy concert to assault some rando."

"Hey, hey! Not assault! Defense!" Heizou lifted his hands up, unwavering in his look towards you. "He had a clear reason why he thought that he was being attacked, and I have a clear reason as to why I think he's a dirty piece of garbage and he should be locked up. It's an equal bargain."

"An equal bargain?" Your eyebrows furrowed. "You did martial arts for five years and had no lead. He was a loser with laundry, what equity was there?"

Heizou couldn't help but give you a goofy grin. "Everyone gets a happy ending. He gets to go home and possibly get 3 days off from injury! And I," He paused to place his arm over you, a sense of warmth emitting against the chill you felt from the outside, "Get to prolong our date."

And even in this situation, with absolutely no concern for him kicking a guy in the face with the most ridiculous rhyme and reason to exist, your heart swelled at his words. "Did the date even start..? I went to a Soulja Boy concert all by myself."

But you couldn't be mad at him, because he got closer to you, leaning closer to meet eye level with you. "How ever can I make it up to you, (Y/N)? Dinner?"

You were struck by the sheer bond you had to his actions, a sense of wonder crashing over you. You practically had hearts in your eyes. "Italian."

Heizou's lips curled into an even wider grin, effervescent with delight as he suffused his triumph with a press to your lips. His touch against you was soft, gentle enough that it pricked at your heart like needles. The palpable love exuded from the two of you, and once he pulled away, you had practically melted.

"Let's go, then. You can tell me what songs Soulja Boy played." Heizou locked his hands with you tighter, as you two walked out of the building.

"Are you sure? You don't even know what the songs are." You smiled.

"Yeeeah. I can't name a single Soulja Boy song."

"Uncultured."

#✮ emily writes #✮ emily’s asks #genshin fanfic #genshin modern au #shikanoin heizou #heizou x y/n #heizou x reader #heizou x you #genshin oneshot

[theluckyr]

So! As Isaid I am OBSESSED with your idea, and I was wondering. What if the reader was taking care of them? Like yk, really good a cooking, checking up on them, etc. Like how would they react? If its not too much, which it probably is, it would be nice with everyone :) but if it is, which it probably is, just Yoru, Sage, Fade, Jett and Sova.

(Also please dont make it too romantic, just kinda like nice siblings :))

Sorry if its too long lol 💀

My very first request?! What a joy!

Comfort

Yoru

When y/n found out that his diet consisted of instant spicy ramen and energy drinks, they immediately hopped on the net searching for some recipe ideas.

So right when he enjoyed his usual meal, they quickly swapped his meal with their home cooked meal.

He was about to get angry until he noticed some piles of pots and pans on the kitchen sink (so you did make this yourself) , he decide to calmed down and grabbed the spoon to take a few bites.

His stoic expression doesn’t tell much but (y/n) was anxious for a feedback.

“So, how is it?”

“It’s good. You can have my ramen”

As you took a bite of the ramen that he made, you immediately went on a coughing fit. Turns out he put more chillies in his ramen. He had a good laugh for a few minutes before handing (y/n) some water.

Jett

Found herself bored all day, no work. Just stay in HQ all day. As she laying on the couch, y/n while take their apron off asks.

“What’s up with you, Jett?”

“Just bored, nothing else to do y’know. Ugh…..”

“I know something that could cheer you up”

“What?”

(y/n) head back to the kitchen and bring a plate of fresh hand rolled kimbap for her. Jett was surprised, she didn’t know that (y/n) could make some Korean food.

"It's not much, but i hope you like it" then (y/n) handed her a pair of chopsticks. When she tasted the kimbap, she quickly pulled (y/n) for a hug.

"It's fucking good, i want more!"

"I put the rest of them on a fridge and there’s kimchi as well"

“THERE’S KIMCHI TOO?!?!!??”

She thanked the universe for letting her not to work on that day.

Fade

Prowler is a manifestation from her own mind and not a lot of people greeted her other than to talk about work. It was no brainer that she needs a company.

So game night it is!

Or manicure

Or watching some movies while bundled up in a blankets

Or making a henna designs for (y/n)'s hands.

Basically every night is a fun night for these two

At first, she was very skeptical with (y/n)’s sudden attention and only to find out that one of their nightmares was seeing fade as a mere tool. To witness it first hand really made her realize that (y/n) genuinely cares about her.

So there are times that Fade would give her own ideas as well. It would be no surprise to see (y/n) and her playing a lot of card games or teaching (y/n) how to make people lose their composure in poker games.

On the good side, you have a coffee buddy every morning.

Sova

Sometimes he really missed having dinner with his family and some light conversations instead of having his casual dinner in solitude.

But right after he got back from practice, he heard some noise in the kitchen. He saw everyone were hand in hand helping (y/n) with dinner.

“Can somebody pass the salt?”

“Got you, Y/n”

“Brim, We need more bowls”

“Do we have enough utensils for this?”

“Is it too much seasoning?”

“It’s pretty balanced to me”

“Where’s the bread? You said it’s in the oven”

“Um…..I'm scraping the burnt parts on the bread?”

“What’s the perfect wine to pair with the food? Red or white?”

“Red and Get out of the kitchen, Chamber!”

When Sova asked what’s going, Sage while untying her apron she explained when (y/n) was trying some recipe but turns out the recipe is for 20 people. So Brim decided to hold a dinner party. Forced everyone to help (y/n) or no bonus pay. Sova was delighted and chimed in to help out as well.

After a few minutes of chaos, all of them finally sat down including (y/n). Brim thanked everyoe for making this happen and enjoyed the feast. Everyone really enjoyed the food that (y/n) made including Sova. To enjoy this warm atmosphere once again, was something he held dear to his heart and he really thanked (y/n) for this to happen.

Even someone warned (y/n) to be more careful next time which they replied "At least there's enough for everyone right?" Which made everyone laugh in glee. That night was beautiful.

#self aware au #valorant #valorant fanfiction #valorant protocol

[catboyebooks]

"chapter 0" is just the one scene so i'll summarize it in just the one post.

it's pretty obvious we're on a boat from the start of the chapter — i mean, the chapter title is "heading to the school trip," there are timber creaking noises, and kamukura's narration opens by describing how the room he's in is rocking violently back and forth. (we aren't told it's kamukura ofc, we don't get a name or face for our narrator, obviously i know who this is though.) kamukura reflects on how the unpredictability of the situation he's in actually feels exciting, although he can predict what's going to happen after they get to their destination and it's going to be boring.

he seems not to register that komaeda is in the room with him until komaeda asks the question about liking boats, and that's when it also becomes clear that kamukura didn't realize they were on a boat until komaeda brought it up. i take it he has been totally zoning out brooding the entire time and has paid zero attention to his surroundings? anyway, komaeda asks if they can chat to pass the time, he's bored of the silence. oh boy! now they can both talk about how bored they are

kamukura's narration comes across rather disdainful as he sizes komaeda up here; he thinks that beneath the "overfamiliar attitude" (he just asked if they could chat..) and the friendly mannerisms, there's something wrong with this guy. the way he describes it is essentially that komaeda has the scent of death on him. he does compare it to a smell and i'm not sure whether to interpret that metaphorically or literally; it kinda reads metaphorical but also sick people do tend to smell off and komaeda has a corpse's hand attached to his left arm.

(sidenote: the fanslation i read made a mistake translating here and made this passage read as though kamukura can sense that komaeda is a liar, not that he's dying. i don't totally blame them for this, they were working off a korean translation that might have made the same error, but it was a recurring pattern in this particular fanslation and contributed to the early Fandom Discourse surrounding komaeda. some people would cite this scene as proof he's a pathological liar, when actually it's confirmation that he was being honest when he told hinata he's terminally ill)

anyway, komaeda doesn't wait for a response, introduces himself, and starts talking about how he's lucky they get to share a room. kamukura is like, oh, you're lucky? that's your talent? boring. komaeda agrees, but points out that it's rather blunt of kamukura to say so, and kamukura reiterates that luck is a boring talent and says he has that one too. at this point komaeda gets quite excited; he asks who kamukura is, saying that he must be from hope's peak too but it's weird that they've never met. why is kamukura here? kamukura doesn't reply at first but then declares this to be boring. komaeda starts apologizing for his conversational skills before kamukura says it's not about him, this entire world is full of boring untalented people, who outnumber, oppress, and fail to acknowledge their talented superiors, seeking instead to drag them down to their level. it's because of "these bastards" that the world has stopped evolving. again, boring.

komaeda responds better than most people would to this speech and says, well, it makes sense that the world would be shaped by the untalented majority, and that's why they're in their current predicament. he then tries to pry a little more and asks if that has anything to do with why kamukura is here. kamukura ignores the question and continues explaining how boring people contribute nothing whatsoever to the world and according to what his teachers taught him in school, "a certain degree of selection must be performed." komaeda's like, oh, they had high expectations for you? not me lol. anyway, what are your plans now that you're in this situation (he doesn't clarify exactly what he's referring to), is there anything you can do? kamukura tells komaeda to listen carefully: using people is also a talent, and he's going to use "that person" just like they used him in the past. komaeda's like, you mean shsl despair? and alludes to how junko is already dead. kamukura tells komaeda that the "contribution" that person left him is in his pocket. komaeda says he doesn't know what hinata's talking about, but it seems like he has a hunch, because he asks if this means he'll get to see her again. the person he hates with every fiber of his being. will he be able to kill her this time? and when he says all this, he stands and we can see that where his left hand ought to be, instead there's junko's.

kamukura's basically like, oh, you hate her? explain what's up with the hand, then. komaeda laughs extensively about this and says it's amazing, of course he's unable to move the hand as it isn't his but even now it still hasn't rotted! maybe it's becoming one with him, and he's successfully fused himself with his sworn enemy, shsl despair. kamukura goes, i see, you salvaged the body. boring of you. komaeda says he doesn't want kamukura to misunderstand, he thinks of junko solely as his enemy, and that's why he took her power, and... halfway through, he seems confused and questions aloud if he does hate her. then he looks out the window and notices they've almost arrived. jabberwock island is coming into view. (there's no recognizable landmarks visible in the view we get from the window.)

komaeda seems excited about their impending arrival and wonders aloud what will happen. kamukura replies that he can already predict what will happen, because he's so talented, but it's not of any concern to him because he won't be able to participate. komaeda expresses disappointment that they'll be parting ways as he thinks they get along well, and he asks if they can see each other again. kamukura says there would be no reason for them to meet again because komaeda is boring. everything about him — his talent, his thoughts, his entire existence — is boring. komaeda is quiet for a second before saying "you really don't play along, do you?" aaand scene

#got more thoughts but that'll be another post #kes plays sdr2

[strawberriebunn]

What a cute little thing

w.c: 1.9k

lolol I’m sorry I went crazy on this one lol, but consider it a welcome back gift mwah!! also this may count as my first fic, so yay!!

Warnings: nothing really, unless cervix kissing and sex on the first date makes you iffy.

Boxer Ushijima who is a mountain of a man, made out of pure muscle and standing at a towering 6'4, walking out into the ring with the audience screaming their heads off, waiting to see him demolish his next opponent. 

It won't be hard, he was one of the top boxers in the nation, only a select few could face him head-on, and fewer had actually beat him. 

You were there with your friend, them having an extra ticket, although you weren't in the front row, you still had a good view of the ring and the contenders. Your eyes widening when you saw Ushijima walkout, cause holy shit he was hot. He had was scanning the crowd, liking how they were cheering him on, when his eyes landed on you, "what a cute little thing" he thought to himself, throwing a small smirk your way. You could see his face and immediately tried to squash the idea that that smirk was for you, considering there were plenty of people behind you. 

And he only got hotter the more you saw him fight, throwing punch after punch, you almost felt bad for the other guy, but the way Ushijima was destroying him was insanely attractive. When he inevitably emerged the winner you found yourself cheering along with the crowd and your friend, heart racing, it was as if you had just won the fight that had finished. 

Wanting to avoid traffic and the rush of people leaving you and your friend decided to linger and walk around, talking about the fight. But it seemed as if the universe was on your side tonight because as soon as you had started talking about how attractive Ushijima was, he just so happened to be walking out of his dressing room freshly showered, in a t-shirt and sweats. 

"I just think that Ushijima should crush me with those arms, like cmon! And don't even get me started on his face, I would pass out if he even glanced my way!" you had gushed to your friend, unaware the object of your conversation was right behind you, not until he spoke. 

"You're not so bad yourself, although you haven't passed out yet." Freezing, you turn around only to be greeted by the very person you were just gushing about. Spluttering, you tried to save some face, only to find him chuckling down at you, telling you he was merely teasing. 

"I was serious about it though," he starts "I do think you're quite pretty and would love to see more of you, are you free tonight perchance?” Gawking up at him speechless, your friend takes this opportunity to agree for you saying you would love to go with him, and that you'd better call them when you got home.

Ushi leads you into his dressing room, which happens to be attached to the green room, through a separate door. He tells you it'd be safer for you to stay here with him since he gets swarmed with fans and paps when he goes out and he would hate for it to happen to you. You were thankful that he was so considerate and thoughtful of you, squeaking out a quick thanks as you followed him into his room.

It was spacious, with an attached bathroom and a couch with a tv, you guessed it was to keep him entertained before his fights. While you were gazing around the room, he was gazing at you, he thought you were just the cutest thing, your outfit complimented you perfectly, although he couldn't help but imagine what you'd look like under. He wondered what kind of noises you'd make under him, would you whimper? scream? or simply gasp once he entered you? 

He shoves those thoughts aside in favor of actually getting to know you, he didn't want you to think he was a sex-crazed brute. Contrary to popular belief, Ushi was a lot more shy and polite than when he was in the ring, you could say it was a way to channel out the other sides of his personality. Realizing he's zoned out, he regains focus only to find you staring up at him.

"Did you hear what I said, Ushijima?"

 "It's Wakatoshi," he said to you, he wanted you to call him by his real name.

 "Hmm, can I call you 'Toshi then?" Amazed that you had given him a nickname so quickly he lets out a quiet "yes that's fine." before leading you to the food so you could eat. You had eaten a little before his match so you weren't terribly hungry, still, you ate some, making small talk with him while he ate his fill. Talking about any and everything it felt as if you were two old friends catching up with each other.

Once you finish eating, he asks if you want to watch a movie before you leave, agreeing it's how you find yourself curled up with him on the couch, under the guise of it being chilly in the room. You're tucked under his arms face smooshed against his broad chest, when you feel his hand softly rest against your thigh, slowly rubbing. 

He's quick to apologize, saying he was moving subconsciously when you timidly tell him that you don't mind and that he could continue if he wanted. Eyes widening, he begins to purposefully caress your thigh, the movie quickly being forgotten, as your face flushes, creating a nice contrast to the blue light of the TV screen. You go to press your face into his chest only for you to feel yourself in the air before landing onto him. 

Looking at him, you can see how his pupils have blown out, that's all you can see before he's mumbling to you, "Y/N, can I kiss you? If I do I might not be able to stop myself from going further..." You're breathing out a yes before you can stop yourself, practically begging for it. He's surging forward to capture your lips, slotting them against yours, his tasting like the fruit smoothie he had earlier, you could taste the fruit in it like he was trying to make you taste the whole smoothie.

 It seems you were both so hungry for each other the tension bubbling over, as you're now licking into each other's mouths, his hands wandering all over at the same time, going from your thighs to massaging your tits, and now resting back on your hips, gripping them with bruising force. You're basically whimpering into his mouth now, whines of " 'Toshi! " 'Toshi, want you so bad." 

That was his last straw, quickly maneuvering you to his liking onto the couch, laying on your back with your legs in his huge calloused ones, his forehead close to yours as you both pant into each other. It's when you start tugging on his shirt does he realize that he wouldn't get very far if you didn't remove some clothes, which prompts him to tug his shirt over his head, as well as yours. He's dragging down your bottoms and undies with swiftness, eager to get to that spot between your legs.

You're sopping wet at this point, you're body readying itself to take him, only for you to gasp when he takes off his boxers, he was huge! 

His cock could easily be mistaken for a third leg and then some, your brain went fuzzy just thinking about him trying to fit it all in you, it's not until you feel prodding at your entrance does it clear somewhat. He's slipping one finger into you with ease, the thick digit reaching further than yours ever have. You moan out at feeling, getting accustomed just as he adds a second digit making a scissoring motion with them. 

But then he's swiping them in a come hither motion, nailing one of your spongey spots head-on, causing you to let out a loud mewl, clutching onto him, as he keeps hitting that spot, noting it for later. He pulls them out before you can cum, making you whine at the loss, your embarrassment slipping away along with your brain. 

Bending towards his pocket, he grabs a condom from his wallet, rolling it on, before lifting your legs, one in each hand, and bending them to your chest. He begins to try and slide in when he hears you start to whimper out to him "it won't fit 'Toshi, won't fit!" as you cling onto him. "It will, it will." he calmly drawled into your ear, before sliding all the way home with a wet schlurp, now hip to hip. You let out a loud wanton moan, clawing at whatever you could reach from the feeling of his cock stretching you out and kissing your cervix already.

He was kind enough to let you adjust to him, knowing it was a feat just to take him halfway, let alone to the hilt. When he heard your meek whimper of "go ahead.", he's drawing back before slamming back into you with a loud groan. God, he doesn't think he's ever felt anything better, it's like he could cum just from this and he's barely one thrust in. He's pulling back and thrusting deep back into you, gradually getting faster and faster, the moans and screams you let out spurring him on even more to where he's drilling you into the couch cushions. 

You were a wreck, with your legs bent into the perfect angle for him to knock right against your cervix repeatedly, you were already so close to cumming, letting Ushi know with a quick shout. It's as if that made him go all that much harder, now pounding into that soft spongey spot just before your cervix, making that coil snap in your tummy.  

You're convulsing and writhing under him, completely caught up in your orgasm, the world going blank for a second. Only to be dragged back down at the feeling of Ushijima still plowing into you deeply and with purpose, mumbling profuse apologies, saying he had to cum, and if you could last longer for him. Babbling and nodding yes's, wanting to feel him twitch inside of you when he came.

He came with a loud moan, spilling into the condom, and releasing your legs, before flopping down onto you. Both of you panting and regaining breath, you on the brink of sleep before you felt him slowly rise to his feet. 

"Bet you didn't think this would happen on the first date huh?" you tried to quip, causing him to chuckle and shake his head a quick no.

Pulling off the condom, he throws it away before making his way back to you, lifting you into his arms to carry you to the adjacent bathroom, running you a bath, and letting you freshen up a bit. He gives you one of his hoodies to slip on and some of his way too big sweats, still the gesture was very sweet. He helps you move around on your trembling legs, leading you out the building, to his car. He wanted to make sure you got home safe, so he drops you off at home, with a number, a kiss, and a promise to see you again.

You would have thought it was all a dream had you not woken up to "Goodmorning, hope you slept well, how are your legs feeling?”. 

#I kinda went overboard oml #my bad #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu thirsts #ushijima thirst #ushijima x reader #ushijima smut #hq x reader #hq smut #hq thirsts #.toshi💜

[favoniuscodex]

just a scratch [childe, diluc, xiao]

prompt: you get injured. of course, your partner doesn't like that. characters: childe, diluc, xiao w/ gn!reader word count: ~1.9k words warnings: descriptions of canon-typical violence, near-death injuries, kinda angsty? but things end up okay. death (not any major characters) a/n: :) first actual non-event piece in a while huh? dainsleif, kaeya, and zhongli in part 2 because this was getting pretty long LOL i haven't written anything action-y like this on my blog before (i think?) so lmk if you like it! :)

childe

don't fall in love with your underlings, la signora had warned the eleventh harbinger. they're supposed to be disposable.

now, as childe watches your form crumple to the ground, a sick and twisted part of him wishes he listened to her. childe couldn't remember who was wrong in this situation. were you the one out of place? or were the treasure hoarders? you were typically the known variable, but the ones who were in debt to childe weren't, which meant that your response to them would be predictable at best.

what childe hadn't calculated, however, was the way a treasure hoarder managed to slice at the back of your knees and force you to the ground. you had always been quick on your feet, but the treasure hoarders were faster. upon seeing the indebted, useless, vile treasure hoarder clamber over your back and rush to attempt to slit your throat, childe sees red.

and, for the first time in several months, he transforms. in a flash of neon purple electro energy, childe reappears in the foul legacy form. even from the viewpoint of his increased height, childe can still see the fear in your eyes as you strain against the treasure hoarder above you. but, with your legs out for the count and your weapon pinned underneath you in your fall, you have little to no leverage.

it enrages childe. you, one of the best fighters he knows, deserved better than to be taken down by some filthy, lowlife treasure hoarder. you and childe had so much left to do, so much left to see, and childe had so much he hadn't yet told you. with the fury of a grecian hero, childe throws his spear forward and watches as it flings the treasure hoarder on top of you off with ease. in response, you begin to seek safety, dragging yourself off to the side while childe finishes off those dumb enough to even think about harming you.

sure, should childe collect his debts rather than seeking revenge? yes. but, will the tsaritsa necessarily care? no. she is the goddess of love and childe lives to serve. you watch as you see the anger poured into each hit as he finishes off the rest of the treasure hoarders. his transformation and method of fighting is complete overkill, but you realize that childe is only doing this to send a message. however, your ogling is interrupted by another fatui agent capturing your attention as they approach you to assist you.

the agent picks you up and you take one last look at childe before promptly passing out in the arms of your ally. by the time you awake, you're nestled securely in an infirmary bed. bandages coat your legs, but you wiggle your toes, sighing in relief as you see them moving. the noise of your sighing alerts the man sitting next to you, whose attention immediately snaps up at the sight of you.

childe, you acknowledge. his eyes are rimmed with red and you've never seen your lover worse for wear, but before you can extend a hand to cup his face, he's extending his towards you. childe's hands gently wrap around yours, as if he's afraid to squeeze too tight, and he sends you a weary smile.

"did you finish them off?" you ask softly and childe nods.

"good," you respond and childe merely echoes your statement in a soft tone. his face contorts with anguish and, as he holds your hands, childe cries with relief at your safety.

diluc

it was always the fatui, huh? fatui this, fatui that. living the life of the darknight hero meant that diluc would never truly get a break but man, he was irate that the fatui had the audacity to ambush his travels, especially with you by his side. but, with a vision strapped to your hip, you were more than capable of holding your own, especially as you materialized your weapon into the air.

"i do not wish to fight," you hiss at the fatui skirmishers who surround you and diluc. "but the fatui have never been respectful of people's wishes, have they?"

diluc's back rests against yours as the two of you brace yourself for the battle about to occur. the fatui strike first, raising their weapons and the clash of metal against metal echoes through the air. pyro energy combines with the energy of your vision as you and diluc battle the snezhnayan infiltrators.

"fuck," you whine and diluc hears the noise of you hitting the ground, followed by triumphant laughter of the fatui agents. in a rush of panic, diluc sends far too large of a blast at the fatui before him, but he doesn't regret it after he whirls around to see your crumpled form on the floor. a fatui vanguard raises their hammer over your head and swings down, but diluc's claymore interrupts its path.

"i'll kill you," diluc promises the agent in front of him. "don't even think about touching them."

the skirmisher's lips quiver in concern at the steely nature of diluc's words, but before he can beg for mercy for attempting to kill what diluc treasures most in the world, diluc casts a wave of pyro energy at them, sending them stumbling back. the redhead hesitantly steps over your hunched form to glare daggers at the three fatui left standing.

blinded by his own rage, diluc incinerates the grass before him, focused only on protecting you and keeping you safe, even if it results in him pushing himself too hard. after everything the fatui has done to him, diluc feels incensed by the fact that they even think they could get away with this. it isn't until he feels your hand wrap around his ankle that he's taken out of his own infuriated trance.

"'luc," you mutter, but the noise is enough to have his gaze immediately snapping down to you. "don't kill them... it's not worth it."

your face is bloodied from the fall and diluc glances back at the now-fallen fatui soldiers. he's rendered them unconscious, but they'll live to see another day thanks to your mercy. after all, diluc has more important things to attend to, such as getting you medical assistance.

"where did they hit you?" is the first question that leaves diluc's lips as he crouches down to look at you.

"my stomach," you respond, gesturing down to the slowly bleeding wound that stains your outfit. diluc's face shifts in worry as he props you up against the side of the wagon the two of you had been riding in. his hands shakily fumble for the hem of your shirt and he lifts it upwards to expose the injured skin. his breaths are shaky and, even in your disoriented state, you can tell the state of panic he's in.

after all, the sight of someone he loves laying injured before him is something diluc has seen far too often.

"hey," you murmur, doing your best to focus your eyes on him as your fingertips begin to glow with the energy of your vision. "i... can heal it a little. i'll be fine."

your words are slightly garbled and diluc's shell-shocked expression doesn't leave his face until he sees the energy of the vision beginning to repair your wounds. you manage to temporarily close the wound and, upon the cessation of bleeding, diluc snaps back into action.

"you are safe," diluc murmurs, but it sounds more as if he's trying to convince himself. he quickly propels himself upwards and climbs into the wagon, rifling around for the first aid kit within.

"hey," you say when he finally returns with it, nearly dropping you as his hands shake in fear. "i'm okay, diluc. you saved me."

diluc nods, staring down at the box before glancing up at you. you smile reassuringly at him and, despite the pure anguish in his eyes, he does his best to return your smile in the form of a soft smirk of his own.

xiao

"xiao!" you scream as you plummet off the edge of a cliff, having been injured by the stonehide lawachurl you were fighting. you hadn't expected it to be sleeping nearby and, upon your exploration of the area, it angrily revealed itself with a roar and charged at you. you hadn't prepared yourself for a fight with such a massive creature and, as a result, had easily been knocked off the side of the cliff.

the wind whistles around you as you fall and you wonder if your lover had even heard your scream. the adeptus had always told you to call out his name if you ever had an emergency and you figured there was no greater emergency than actively falling to your death. you had just wanted to collect cor lapis. was that too hard to ask?

your eyes flutter closed as you accept your fate, but a flash of green above you pierces through the thin veil of darkness your eyelids provide. strong arms secure themselves around your figure and you hear a grunt as your savior makes impact with the ground. you open your eyes to be met with the brilliant amber ones of the yaksha you held so dear to you. his eyes are blown wide with worry, but he gently sets you down.

"are you okay?" he asks gruffly and you nod, still in shock from the fall. before you can tell him to wait, xiao waves a hand over his face and rematerializes his mask. his polearm materializes in his hand and xiao wordlessly teleports to the cliff you just fell from. anger courses through his veins as the lawachurl screams at him. in his anger, xiao curses back at it before weaving deftly through its clumsy strikes. xiao's polearm pierces it with ease and xiao watches as it falls over, defeated, yet the anger that courses through his veins is a feeling he hasn't experienced in ages.

the only thing that moves him from his spot is the thought of you waiting for him below, so xiao sighs and teleports back down. you rest against the side of the cliff, back propped up against stone. xiao glances you over once more. with no visible injuries, you would likely just have a bruise, but xiao worried about internal bleeding or other injuries mortals would likely face. you were fragile, far too fragile, and xiao had nearly had you taken from him by some mindless brute. his polearm disappears from his hand as he collapses by your side.

"thank you for saving me," you wish sincerely, but xiao lets out a shaky sigh in response.

"i will take you to a doctor," xiao grunts and, before you can insist that you are fine, xiao slinks a hand underneath your knees and behind your back. he holds you close to him bridal-style and, with a flash, the two of you appear in liyue harbor.

"i can walk," you huff, but xiao simply looks down at you.

"where are we going?" the adeptus asks and you can't help but smile. for the yaksha who hates crowds and dislikes liyue harbor, he had no qualms about inserting himself in the middle of it for you. maybe you could feign an injury or two -- just for his sake.

#childe x reader #diluc x reader #xiao x reader #genshin impact x reader #childe #diluc #xiao #genshin impact #axia's writing

[shorkbrian]

Creep

Prelude - bitch hold on what about mean brother Shigs being an absolute creep? Inspired by me playing a boss in AC Odyssey and my controller vibrated so hard I almost dropped it, and I couldn’t beat this dude and it was so freaking frustrating!!!!!! 

Pairing - Shigaraki X Reader

Warnings - - INCEST, NSFW, innocence kink, do not read if those squick you out bro!!! Seriously! abuse of trust, dubcon, noncon, literally nothing about this situation is good, or healthy, or nice. Disgusting behavior is exhibited by Shigs.

Music - (does anyone actually like when I provide music? I like getting music vibes while I read through fics but ik that my music taste is a bit wacky lol anyways). https://open.spotify.com/track/0ODyahnUlK9G5bT4dA5NCI?si=10R9ggoJS1inYidrMeWrHA

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He offers to let you play his Xbox game, you keep annoying him by pouting for his attention and he gives up with trying to ignore you.

Stipulation - you gotta sit on his lap while you play, you’re such a stupid little girl that he forces his hands over yours, showing you how to use the Xbox controller while sneering at how dumb you are.

You’re too focused on the game to pay attention to how one of his hands has dropped from the controller, is creeping up your thigh, thumbing at the hem of your shorts. You don't realize that he’s plastered against your back, breath picking up in your ear as he hunches over your shoulder, thinking of all the dirty things he wants to do to you, how you’re too absent-minded to realize how much of a perverted creep he is. 

“Shit!” You curse, breaking Shigaraki out of his thoughts as you bounce your leg in frustration. He feels the slight vibration of the controller - you’re getting attacked in the game, enemies surrounding you and hacking at your player. Shigaraki is too entranced by how he can watch your jiggling breasts over your shoulder, jostling around as you jerk your arms, trying to not die in the game.

“Nii-san help me, ‘m gonna die!” You shriek, whole body getting into the gaming experience, jerking around in his lap as you struggle to press the right buttons. Shigaraki tries not to groan - he can feel the space between your thighs as you move around, hot and doughy and he wants to touch so bad.

Yeah, he’s always been a bit of a creep, but he’s never actually done anything to you.

The most he does is fantasize, thinking about how you’d feel clamping down on him, how’d you’d taste if he made you ride his face. What you’d look like if he forced his cock into you with barely any prep - you’d squeeze your eyes shut so tight, let out little whimpers and clench your fists because “Hurts, hurts! Go slow Nii-san, don’t want this!”

But he wouldn’t have to listen, you’re just a naive little girl who doesn’t know that Shigaraki would be trying to make you feel good too, that it would feel good soon.

“Stop wiggling, you’re gonna fall off.” He rasps back at you, taking his other hand off the controller to grab your waist, barely saving you from keeling over and onto the floor. You’re left to fend for yourself now, button-mashing, groaning when you finally succumb to your enemies and die a violent, gory death.

“I died! Why didn’t you help, you’re right here?!” the accusatory tone of your voice is ignored as you revert to the last save, huffing in frustration as you’re forced to start over.

“You’re never gonna learn if I’m holding your hands like that.”

Shigaraki’s glad you’ve stilled again - if you’d kept up your wiggling, he’d have to figure out a way to explain what the hard thing poking into the side of your plush little rear.

God, you had the most perfect ass.

Maybe he’s a freak, a disgusting man with fucked up morals, but Shigaraki’s always been a social outcast, seen as weird and wrong and criticized for every little thing he did.

What’s wrong with settling into the role other people were so quick to offer him?

Surely you’ve noticed his odd behavior by now, the behavior that’s picked up in the last few years. How he stares at you a little more than he should, how sometimes he slips into bed with you, murmuring some lame excuse about not being able to sleep.

The way he freezes when you give him an affectionate hug, clenching his fists by his side as your breasts are squished up against his body.

You had to have caught on to his uncharacteristic softness with you. He’s still mean and coarse and rude, but there's an underlying affection underneath the way he mocks your outfits, when he says you look like the gross character out of a manga he’s reading, how he tugs on your hair sometimes when he passes by you, wheezing out a laugh if you turn around and try to slap at him in irritation.

If you didn’t want him to be weird, you could’ve said something by now. You should’ve said something by now.

So really, it’s your own fault that he feels so comfortable being a sicko.

“Don’t tickle, I gotta focus.” You tell him, squirming away when he runs a hand experimentally over your stomach. You’re so cute, and dumb, he wants to bully you until you’re crying, say mean things and hurt your feelings only so he can kiss it better. 

But he doesn’t, because he’s a good brother.

His hand travels further up, rests right underneath your breast, almost cupping it. Still, you don’t say anything, attention on the game.

Do you want this? Are you just stupid? His affection is so obviously not normal for siblings, and yet you act like it’s fine. Maybe you’re a virgin, untainted with the knowledge of how sexual touches feel like.

The hand on your waist begins to slip under your shorts, his cold fingers quickly warmed by your skin. “Nii-san, stop that, it’s weird.”

Ah, there’s the common sense.

“I though you wanted to play the game? Don’t be a bitch.” He doesn’t really care whether you want him willingly now or not, he’s getting excited by the heat of your body, your weight on his lap.

You pause the game when his hand creeps lower into your shorts, when his fingers skim low over your tummy, too close to a private place that brothers shouldn't touch.

“Stop touching me, I don’t like that.”

“It’s not like you wouldn’t enjoy it.” He mumbles, and you stiffen in his lap, but he quickly takes his hand out of your shorts, stops cupping your soft breast.

The game gets unpaused, and you resume playing, although your attention is divided now, nervous about sitting in your brother’s lap.

Has it finally clicked? Are you thinking about what he could do to you, how he could make you feel?

“You suck at this.” Shigaraki observes, the controller shaking almost violently as you’re attacked again, overwhelmed by enemies.

“Well, maybe if you taught me how to play instead of being weird, I wouldn’t be.” You snarked, frustrated with the game, uneasy with your brother holding your hips like that.

Shigaraki rolls his eyes. You’re so dramatic, and although you have a valid point, he’s always been weird. This is nothing new, you’ve just been too thick-skulled to realize it before, which isn’t his fault.

A few more tries, and you still can’t get past the one group of enemies, dying after a few minutes every single time. You’re going to waste the batteries like that, controller jumping in your hands. 

“I can’t-” You whine, coming across the enemies after your latest death, already knowing what’s going to happen.

Shigaraki stays silent, red eyes finally flickering away from your body and up to the screen of the TV. 

You’re at one of the hardest parts of the game, facing a section that took Shigaraki two days to beat (not that he’ll tell you that). He grins as you throw yourself into the fight, immediately getting decked.

The noises you’re letting out are cute, frustrated groans on each hit landed on your player, muttered curses and triumphant scoffs whenever you manage to strike an enemy, which isn’t often.

The controller’s still shaking like crazy, and you’re moving around in his lap again, and Shigaraki is done. He can’t take this anymore, you’re being a tease.

He snatches the Xbox controller out of your hands, ignoring your little “Hey! What’re you doing, I was playing!”

“You call this playing?” The shuddering of the controller surprises him, gives him an idea.

There hadn’t been a plan, he had just been acting on instinct, hands itching to push you off his lap and to the floor, just to see the way you’d look up at him after. 

Like that, you’d be in the perfect position to suck his cock.

But he wants to go in a different direction now.

“Stay still, you’re so annoying.” He’s spreading his legs out, sinking back further in his chair to get a better angle, your legs hooked over his.

There’s no time for you to protest. Like this, you’re spread out nicely, exposed, even though your shorts cover your intimate place.

Without any further preamble, Shigaraki shoves the vibrating controller up against your clothed cunt.

“NIi-san!” You shriek, immediately writhing in his hold. But Shigaraki has an arm locked around your chest, keeping you pinned to his chest. “Don’t, think sins’t-this isn't-! Stop this, stop! Don’t touch me!”

He can bet it feels good, that you’re struggling to tell him to stop. He begins rubbing the controller against you, snickering at the way you jolt and writher on each pass of the hard, curved plastic against your protected clit. He can’t even imagine how good it would feel if your stupid shorts weren’t in the way.

“Stop, stop! Stop it! Stop!” You sound like a broken record.

“Shut up, you can’t even play the game right. Feel that?” the controller gets rubbed harder against you, and you writhe. “That’s how bad you are. So pathetic, can’t even fend off a couple of bad guys.”

Can’t even fend off one, Shigaraki thinks to himself. You could be trying harder to get out of his hold, could be screaming and yelling and scratching and kicking.

Well, you are scratching and kicking, moving around so much that he’s having a hard time keeping you still. And you making a lot of noise, but there’s no one else home.

He’s fully hard, and every movement you make struggling rubs him right up against the meat of your ass, and he sucks in a stuttered breath, biting his lip.

“No, no, no, no, don’t want this Nii-san, stop it-” Your panicked pleas are ignored, Shigaraki shoving your hands away as you try to pull the controller off of your cunt, get the vibrations to stop.

On screen, the player is still getting attacked, each new hit making the controller vibrate even harder.

“Ow, ow! It hurts, make it stop! Nii-san-”

“I’ll gag you if you don’t stop complaining.” Shigaraki seethes, feeling irritation creep up. “It hurts because you’ve never felt this good before, idiot.”

He remembers the first time he’d used something on his dick. It was your toothbrush, unsurprisingly, the one that vibrated with three different speeds and made you so proud of your pearly whites.

It had been so overwhelming, he couldn’t even touch the back of the head to his cock. At times, it felt so good it had hurt, had completely blinded his senses and leave him in a puddle of his own cum and sweat, panting.

So Shigaraki understood what you were trying to say - your inexperienced body needed him to slow down, ease up a little. But your gross, nasty brother wanted to ruin you.

Your character on screen died, resulting in one last heavy vibration that made you sob, thighs struggling to snap shut, hands desperately pushing at Shigaraki.

He felt you convulse in his grip, could practically feel the way your little hole was clenching as you gushed all over yourself, whining and moaning at the pleasure.

Your character was sent back to the last save, the game on a loading screen.

But Shigaraki wasn’t done.

He was still hard against your back, rubbing himself off as best he could, but he was finding his own pleasure in watching you writhe on his lap.

The controller was tossed to the side, nimble fingers sliding over your shorts, Shigaraki laughing at what he found.

“You’re so wet, holy fuck. That’s disgusting, wow.” You were drenched, the fabric of your shorts completely soaked with your juices. You only sobbed out a pitiful noise, maybe trying to deny it, but Shigaraki wasn’t listening. He was too busy rubbing over the wet spot, gleefully feeling you up. It was easy for his fingers to find a comfortable, mind-numbing rhythm, so used to playing games and deftly pushing buttons, using sticks and joysticks, directional pads and the like.

You were rocking against his hand unconcsiously, body unable and unwilling to decided whether to pull away or push closer - you had just cum, but that didn’t negate the vicious, heady sensation that his fingers brought.

Shigaraki quickly grew bored of this though, unable to ignore his dripping erection. He had never been a patient man, quickly removing the hand stimulating your swollen pussy so he could pull his cock out of his sweatpants.

With a quick movement, your shorts were tugged down, your brother completely pushing past your refusal to lift your hips, burning your skin with how forcefully the fabric was ripped down.

“Nii-san, what are you doing-you can’t, you can’t!” You cried, renewing your struggle when you felt skin against skin, his cock hot and velvety as it rested against your cheeks. “I don’t wanna do this, don’t make me do this-”

“I don’t care. I’ve tried to be good, and it’s like you don’t even care.” The man ground out, beginning to rut his hips against your ass. It was dry, and it didn’t feel great, but it was more than enough to satisfy Shigaraki. “I barely touch you, I keep my hands to myself-”

Which was a lie. Late at night, when he was sure you were fast asleep, he’d touch, just a little. Rubbing your nipples, feeling them peak under his touch. Feeling the curve of your waist, skin soft against his dry palms.

“-I wouldn’t stare either, but you wear those stupid shirts-” The deep cut ones, the ones that showed off your cleavage and allowed him weeks of jerk-off material.

“So annoying, just a stupid little imoto that follows me around, you just want attention.”

He knows you don’t do it on purpose. You aren’t trying to make him see you in a sexual light. But maybe that’s what makes it all the more appealing, how naive and innocent you are.

Fuck, he’s getting close just thinking about your purity, how much you don’t know, how much he could teach you.

He doesn’t know a ton, but Shigaraki knows enough about what feels good for him, and you probably wouldn’t want to learn, but he deserved something nice every once in a while, didn’t he?

The drag of his cock between your ass cheeks was making him loose his mind, the slide too rough, but it felt delicious and stimulated him just right, pulling at his foreskin and spreading his precum into a sticky mess on your skin.

“Fuck, stay still, lemme feel good-” His voice was choked up, still holding it’s usual nasal resonance. 

You sobbed in his hold, his fingers still playing over your shorts, exploring, keeping you occupied and frozen with sensation while he got himself off with your body.

And then he was breaking, splurting his seed all over your lower back, watching it come out of his cock in shaky squirts, painting your skin a cloudy white.

Shigaraki groaned, eyes transfixed to the sight before him. It was hard to keep them open, body shaking with little snaps of pleasure in his veins, in his stomach.

On the bed next to his thigh, the controller started shaking again. Panting, Shigaraki raised his eyes to the TV screen as you slumped against him, softly crying.

Your character was getting attacked again.

“Let’s keep playing.”

And the vibrating controller was pressed to your bare cunt, making you scream.

He’d have to wash it after this, but he figured it was worth it in the grand scheme of things

#gross misuse of Xbox controller #and I mean GROSS #shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki tenko #one sided relationships #yandere shigaraki #bnha shigaraki #tw.incest #tw noncon #tw dubcon #dead dove do not eat #creepy shigaraki

[angelicyoongie]

Christmas in abundance

— pairing: hybrid bts x human f!reader — genre: fluff! — word count: 4.5K — summary: If the boys wanted to play Secret Santa, who were you to deny them? Though maybe, just maybe, you should’ve thought twice before adding a penalty to the mix. — a/n: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!! I hope you’ve all had a good and safe time. This Abundance christmas special does not have anything to do with the original story, so nothing that happens here will affect it. This is a little rough, ngl, but that’s what I get for not writing for a month lol. Either way, I hope you enjoy it!! 

"I'm home!" You shake off the lingering cold with a shiver, the warmth in the house wrapping around you pleasantly as you shrug off your coat. You barely have time to slip out of your boots before a body crashes into yours, a pair of strong arms pulling your body flush against a firm chest.

"You're late," Hoseok whines. The dog hybrid tucks his face into your neck with a huff, nose skimming against your throat as he works to cover the myriad of scents on your skin with his own.

"Sorry, I got held up a work," You sigh. "The office wants to do Secret Santa this year, so we had to figure out who would gift who.”

“Secret Santa?” A puzzled expression crosses Hoseok’s face as he pulls back.

“Oh, it’s a pretty simple game many people like to play during the holidays! You draw a random name, buy that person a gift, and then try your best to keep it a secret that it’s you,” You say, a smile tugging at your lips at how adorably confused the dog hybrid looks. The golden tail behind his back halts its quick movement; Hoseok’s head tilting slightly as he takes in your explanation. His eyebrows furrow as he thinks, an emotion you can’t quite place flickering in his eyes before he suddenly breaks out into a big grin, “Can we do it too? It sounds like fun!”

“Of course!” You say. “Just ask the others if they want to do it to? It won’t be much of a game if it’s just us two.” You reach up to gently ruffle his hair, the dog hybrid nearly falling over himself as he tries to lean into your touch.

“I need to go freshen up, I’ll see you guys for dinner?” You let out a soft laugh as Hoseok nods into your palm, a pout forming on his lips as you pull away.

“I’ll go ask them,” He gives you a bright smile before you turn to hurry up the stairs, more than ready to get into some comfortable clothes. Hoseok watches you leave, his smile falling into a frown as you round the corner.

He quickly walks down the hallway, mouth set in firm line as he turns into the kitchen and says, “We have to be secretive Santa’s.” The room grows quiet as six pairs of eyes find Hoseok’s form in the doorway, their stares a mixture of apprehension and bewilderment at the sudden declaration from the dog hybrid.

“What?” Namjoon sputters.

“Are you okay, hyung?” Taehyung rushes forward to place his hand against Hoseok’s cheek, his fox ears pinned to his head in worry.

“Did you hit your head?” Yoongi leans against the counter with a faint smirk, his dark tail swishing playfully behind his back as Namjoon shoots him a sour look. Hoseok only gives Yoongi a huff in response before he gently removes Taehyung’s hands from his face, pressing a soft peck against his palm at the worried expression on his packmate’s face.

“I’m fine Tae,” Hoseok assures him. “Y/n told me about a game humans play during the holidays. They draw a random person and have to gift them something, and since she’s playing it with her co-workers, we obviously have to play it too. We have to give her the best gift.” Looks of understanding flashes across the other hybrids’ faces, and Namjoon lets out a hum of approval at his packmate’s quick thinking. They can’t have their courting be upstaged by a human.

“But it has to be a secret,” Hoseok’s words are met by a displeased hiss, Jimin narrowing his eyes at the dog hybrid. Yoongi places his hand at the back of Jimin's neck, giving him a comforting squeeze as he says, “Well, it doesn’t really matter who gives her the present, right? As long as whatever we give is better than what the human gives her.” Jimin looks like he wants to protest, but a quirk of Yoongi’s brow in his direction settles him quickly, the younger cat hybrid leaning against his alpha with a defeated pout.

“What about the rest of the presents?” Jeongguk’s soft voice takes them all by surprise, the bunny hybrid hardly ever speaking up when they’re all together in one room. Jeongguk keeps his eyes trained on Hoseok, trying his best to ignore how his body grows more and more tense for each second as the attention shifts to him.

“Uh, I guess the rest will just gift each other something?” Hoseok clears his throat, heat creeping up the back of his neck as he finds himself pinned under the bunny hybrid’s big questioning eyes.

“Boring,” Jimin mutters. As Yoongi’s gaze narrows at his packmate, Seokjin hurriedly adds, ”If it’ll make Y/n happy, then I’m in.”

“Me too,” Jeongguk murmurs.

“Me three!” Taehyung grins.

“Sure, we’re in too,” Yoongi waves them off, his hand still tight on the younger cat hybrid’s neck.

“Fine,” Jimin sighs. Namjoon rolls his eyes with a faint smile as Jimin’s tail betrays his indifference, the younger cat hybrid obviously excited at the prospect of receiving a gift judging by the excited flick the end of his tabby tail does. “So we’re all in then,” Namjoon says.

“Great!” Hoseok beams, “I’ll go tell Y/n.”  

❅ 

You grab another box, wobbling slightly as you take your first step down the ladder. You can’t believe it’s almost Christmas already. The last weeks have passed by in a blur of important court cases, and aside from greeting the boys when you leave and come back home from work; you haven’t had any spare time to spend with them. You feel bad. Not only because you miss them, and you know they miss your company too, but also because this is your first Christmas together, and you had wanted to make December as magical as possible. But, thanks to all the late nights you pulled at the office earlier in the year, you’ve earned yourself some extra days off. So, while you might not have been able to make all of December an adventure for them, you’re going to try your hardest to make the next three days leading up to Christmas Eve as fun as possible.

“Hey Namjoon, can you help me with this?” You call out over the boxes stacked in your arms, gritting your teeth as you try to make it down the attic ladder in one piece. Maybe you only should’ve done one at the time, but where’s the fun in that? There’s nothing quite like the idea of falling and breaking a bone to really get the Christmas spirit pumping through your veins.

You let out a sigh of relief as heavy box on top is removed, but the sight that greets you over the cardboard wasn’t one you were ready for. The wolf hybrid has a sweet smile on his face, dimples on full display as he easily hefts the box under his arm. It’s just so domestic that it makes your heart skip a traitorous beat; almost making you miss the last step as you stumble down into the hallway.

“You okay?” Namjoon takes a step closer as he looks you up and down, his free hand reaching for your arm in case you feel unsteady on your feet.

“I’m fine!” You wince inwardly at the high pitch of your voice, plastering on a strained smile as you try to get a better grip at the decorations in your arms. 

“Just, you know .. excited for Christmas!” You barrel past him before he can see the flush creeping up your neck. As you hurry down the stairs, you can’t help but mentally curse yourself for how just seeing Namjoon holding a box and looking cute manages to short-circuit your brain. How the hell are you supposed to survive seeing the rest of the boys decorating the whole house?

❅

“Yoongi, that’s not ..” You bite back a laugh as the cat hybrid ignores you, practically folding himself in half to make sure he fits inside the empty cardboard box. You watch as Yoongi gets up and sits back down, folding his limbs this way and that way until he’s happy with his position.

“What?” He glares in your direction when he notices your amused stare, his tail puffing up defensively as you shake your head.

“Nothing. It’s cute,” You giggle. You turn before you can see the faint flush in Yoongi’s cheeks, the cat hybrid sinking down lower in the box to hide how pleased he is at your comment. You open another box, pulling out the rather tiny assortment of tinsel and garlands you’ve saved over the last years. It might have taken up a lot of room in your old apartment, but you doubt it’ll be enough to decorate past the first floor in this house. You do have time to run to the store and get some more, but even just imagining the crowds doing all their last minute shopping makes you want to shudder. It’ll just have to do this year.

“Hyung, I need those,” You hear a soft grumble from the couch as Jeongguk pushes Seokjin away from the nearly empty popcorn bowl, the hamster hybrid making a discontent noise as it’s moved away from him. The popcorn and cranberry string is looking a little short considering how much you gave them earlier, but you quickly realize the problem when Seokjin turns in your direction. He’s storing his snacks.

The hamster hybrid’s cheeks are so puffed out you’re honestly surprised he can even close his mouth. You stifle your laughter as you turn your attention back to the tinsel, not wanting to make him feel uncomfortable. It’s honestly adorable, but you know the boys can get embarrassed over instincts they can’t control, so if it’s something as harmless as eating popcorn and taking up residence in a box, you’re more than happy to pretend you haven’t seen anything.

“Hobi, can you help me with this?” You call over the dog hybrid, gesturing to the tinsel. You’re sure it’ll go much faster putting it all on the tree if you’re two people doing it.

“Sure!” Hoseok grins.

“If you go stand on the other side of the tree, we can just pass it back and fourth,” The dog hybrid easily follows your instructions, and you’ve already gotten the tinsel wrapped around the tree a few times before it abruptly stops. You frown, giving it a few tugs in case it got caught on the wrong branch, but it’s not moving. You peak around the tree, confused as to why it’s stuck when you have so much length left, but the reason becomes apparent when you find Hoseok’s hand tightly wrapped around the glittery garland.

“Hobi?” You give it a small tug, and the dog hybrid only smiles sheepishly in response as he immediately tugs back.

“Sorry,” Hoseok whines as he pulls his hand back again, the golden ears on top of his head drooping. “I didn’t let go of the tinsel before you pulled and ..” Ah. You let the garland go slack in your hands, and the dog hybrid only stares at the glitter for a few seconds before his grip loosens as well. His instincts thought you were playing tug of war. “Sorry,” He repeats.

“Hobi, it’s fine! I really don’t mind. Maybe we can play some actual tug of war later if you want to shift?” You offer.

“Really?” You can see the uncertainty still lingering in Hoseok’s eyes, but the tail behind his back can’t help but do a few excited wags.

“Of course. We can go outside the moment we finish decorating,” You grin. Hoseok’s face lights up, his eyebrows furrowing in concentration as he gently nudges you out of the way, taking the tinsel out of your hands. You don’t think you’ve ever seen someone decorate a tree that fast, the dog hybrid practically vibrating with excitement as he shoves a container of ornaments into Jimin and Taehyung’s hands.

“Hurry, hurry,” Hoseok mutters as he throws a look at Namjoon, confirming that the alpha is stringing lights above the window like he's supposed to.

“Right,” You smile, grabbing the closest ornaments to hang them on the tree. You let your eyes drift around the room as you place the first ornament, your chest almost feeling like it’s going to burst with fondness as you see all the hybrids look so focused on their different tasks. It’s moments like this where it’s easy to forget all the arguments and nasty behaviours that have transpired between the packs. You’re not gullible enough to believe that it’ll just be smooth sailing from here on out, but can you always hope. That’s what Christmas is for, after all.  

❅

“Okay! Is everyone ready?” You say, taking your place on the floor in front of the pile of Secret Santa gifts. You honestly feel like you’re going to roll away on the floor if you happen to topple over, your belly full and sated with all the delicious Christmas foods you’ve eaten over the last hours. Jeongguk and Jimin are the first ones to reach your side, each taking up the space next to you as the others settle down in a circle. You’ve been collecting gifts from all over the house, trying your best to keep the whole game as anonymous as possible. You’re about to reach out for the first gift when you remember something you used to do with friends when you were younger, something that make the game a little more exciting.

“Boys, how do you feel about adding a punishment to the game?” Jimin and Hoseok both sit up a little straighter at your words, all the hybrids snapping to attention. The three alphas all share a look, a weird glint in them you haven’t seen before.

“Punishment?” Jeongguk stiffens as the air in the room grows heavier. Maybe that was a poor choice of words.

“Oh no, I meant like a .. penalty? Like if the receiver can figure out who their gift is from, then the giver has to do a penalty?” You say, placing a comforting hand on the bunny hybrid’s knee.

“A penalty is fine,” Jeongguk says, beginning to relax under your touch, “but what would it be?”

“How about the receiver decide the punishment?” Taehyung offers, a lazy smirk on his face as he leans back on his hands, “Wouldn’t that be fair?” You know the fox hybrid always tries to win by whatever means necessary, and that it usually spells trouble for you, but it’s Christmas Eve, so if there was ever a day to indulge Taehyung, this would be it.

“Sure. I don’t mind if the others are okay with it,” You shrug. There’s immediately a small chorus of agreement, and you take that as the go to give out the first present.

“First one is .. Seokjin!” The hamster hybrid takes the present from your hands cautiously, the room falling silent as he unwraps it. Hoseok snorts as he sees the item, the furrow between Seokjin’s eyes disappearing as soon as it shows up.

“Shampoo,” He announces.

“Well?” You prompt when the hamster hybrid places the item behind his back and out of sight, “Who do you think it’s from?” You swear you see the quick flicker of Seokjin’s gaze to Jimin, but it happens so fast you can’t be sure. The cat hybrid still has an easy smile on his face, and there’s nothing in his face that gives him away if he was the one behind Seokjin’s gift.

“I have no idea,” Seokjin shakes his head. “Let’s move on to the next one?”

“Sure,” You try to shake off weird feeling in your gut as you pick up the next gift. There’s no reason for them to pretend they don’t know who gifted them their presents, you must still be stressed after the intense week of work you had before your days off.

“Let’s see .. Namjoon!” The wolf hybrid gives you a bright smile as he takes his present, the grin never leaving his face as he rips through the paper. You notice the bunny hybrid stiffening next to you as Namjoon sees his present, his gray ears twitching slightly.

“A comb,” Namjoon waves it in the air quickly, the motion almost a blur as you only pick up the dark colour before he places it between his crossed legs. The wolf hybrid’s gaze scans quickly around the group before he shrugs, “No clue who it’s from though.”

Jeongguk lets out a small breath of air next to you, and when you think about it, didn’t that blur look similar to the comb the bunny hybrid uses for his ears? Before you can open your mouth to ask, Jimin hands you the next present with a sweet smile. Normally, that would put your worries at ease, but the lazy swishes of the tabby hybrid’s tail just makes you more suspicious. They’re definitely up to something.

The feeling only grows as you work through the presents. The boys casually hide their gifts before you can get a good look at them, and they somehow never know who the giver is, despite it being glaringly obvious whom it’s from with how the other hybrid perks up when their gift is unwrapped. You can’t figure out who gifted you the customized ink pen either, although Namjoon looked particularly proud when you couldn’t wipe the shocked smile off your face.

“This is just what I wanted!” You say. You think you might have mentioned it in passing a while back, but you never expected someone to actually remember it.

“Is it a better Secret Santa gift than the one you got at work?” Hoseok asks. The dog hybrid looks a little anxious, his canines digging into the soft flesh of his lips as his gaze shifts between your face and the gift in your hands.

“Of course it is! Soo-hyun got me an ugly Christmas mug she knew I would hate,” You snort, “There’s no way it could beat this!” You look down at the pen again, just missing the shared expression of relief that crosses the boys’ faces as you admire the sleek black and silver design.

“Anyway, let’s move on to the next gift!” You say. “It’s for .. Yoongi!” You hand the second to last gift to the cat hybrid, Yoongi’s sharp nails slicing through the paper with no trouble.

“A book, wonderful,” He smirks before he places it behind his back. You frown as you see the cover that is all too familiar, is that the book your aunt gifted you those years ago? The heavy atmosphere is back in the room as eight pairs of eyes shift to the last present on the floor. You swallow thickly, trying your best to school your features into something neutral. It’s your gift. And there’s no way you’re going to let him figure out it’s you, not when you were the one to come up with the penalty in the first place.

“Me!” Taehyung exclaims with a boxy grin as he picks up the last gift, his slender fingers carefully opening the paper. The fox hybrid lets out a delighted gasp as he uncovers the console games, his tail swishing wildly behind his back in excitement.

“Thank you Y/n!” Taehyung’s eyes sparkle as he meets your gaze, and the “You’re welcome!” tumbles out before you can stop it. You wince as something mischievous settles in Taehyung’s handsome features, the fox hybrid looking pleased with himself that you managed to slip up.

“How did you know it was me?” You groan.

“You have a tell,” Taehyung says.

You have? .. Crap. “What is it?”

“It’s a secret,” The fox hybrid smirks. Secret Santa was definitely not a hybrid game – the boys had come to realize that as soon as the first gift was handed out. The presents reek of the giver, but of course, that’s not something your human nose would be able to pick up.

“Fine,” You pout, tracing your finger over the pen in your lap, “What’s my penalty?”

The fox hybrid’s face grows serious as his gaze shifts around the room, searching for something to use as your punishment. You can’t help the way your stomach flips with nerves – or is it maybe excitement? – as you wait for him to figure it out. If it’s one thing you’ve come to learn, it’s that these boys are never predictable. Taehyung’s orange ears perk up as his eyes suddenly catch on an item, and Yoongi lets out a low hiss as he follows the fox hybrid’s line of sight. You barely have time to blink before Taehyung springs to his feet to grab your hand, dragging you along with him over to the living room entrance. You suck in a surprised breath as you find yourself standing directly underneath the mistletoe, Taehyung’s hand warm around yours as he gently pulls you a step closer.

“Only if you want to,” He says. Taehyung’s low murmur soothes the nerves prickling under your skin, the obvious fondness on his face easing your fears. The problem isn’t that you don’t want to, it’s that you do. And not just with Taehyung, but with all seven of them.

“It’s okay,” You hesitantly place your hand on Taehyung’s shoulder, the fox hybrid’s muscles jumping under your touch. You spare a glance back the rest of the boys when you notice just how silent the room has become, a flush creeping up your cheeks as you find all six of them staring at the both of you with an intensity you haven’t seen before. You quickly turn your attention back to Taehyung, the fox hybrid’s eyes fluttering shut as you begin to rise up at the tip of your toes.

You ground yourself in Taehyung’s firm grip around your hand, the fox hybrid’s warm breath spilling across your mouth as you lean in closer. Your aim is a little off, the lush dark lashes across Taehyung’s cheekbones distracting you enough that the kiss that was meant for his cheek, ends up at the corner of his mouth instead. When you pull back, you find Taehyung’s wide sparkling eyes already trained on your face, the fox hybrid gazing at your reverently for a few seconds before he dives down to bury his face in your neck.

“This is the best Christmas ever,” You let out a choked giggle at Taehyung’s words, stroking his back affectionately as he tries his best to rub your shared scent back on your skin.

“Me next,” You nearly jump out of your skin as you find Hoseok standing next to you, the rest of the boys lined up behind him with sheepish smiles.

“I thought this was supposed to be a penalty?” You quirk a brow, gently untangling yourself from Taehyung as the dog hybrid begins to move impatiently in place.

“Kissing Taehyung is just nice, it’s not a penalty unless you do it to all of us,” Hoseok whines. You catch Jeongguk nodding his head behind Yoongi’s shoulders, his long ears flopping from the force. Well, you think, what’s the harm?

“Fine,” You usher Taehyung over to the couch, turning back around to face Hoseok. “One mistletoe kiss coming right up.” The dog hybrid practically vibrates out of his skin when your lips touch his cheek, and he doesn’t waste any time mixing his scent like Taehyung had once you pull back.

You can see Namjoon’s silver tail wag behind his back as you place both hands on his shoulders, needing a little extra boost to reach his cheek. A dimple blooms where you delivered a soft peck, and Namjoon briefly touches his cheek against the top of your head before he joins his pack on the couch.

Jimin steps up next, placing his hands behind his back as he offers his cheek with a playful grin. “One penalty please,” He says.

“Of course,” You place your hand on Jimin’s jaw, holding him in place as you kiss his cheek. You catch the slight disappointment in the cat hybrid’s eyes as you pull back, but the gentle touch of your fingertips tracing his jaw is enough to wash it away. Taehyung might be the fox, but Jimin is by far the slyest when it comes to getting what he wants.

“Not yet,” You murmur, taking a step back. Jimin nods, his eyes filled with warm understanding as gently rubs his cheek against your shoulder before he lets Yoongi take his place. The alpha regards you with hooded eyes as you peck his cheek, a faint purr spilling from his chest as he rubs your mixed scent against the opposite shoulder. The soft fur on his ears tickle your throat, and the cat hybrid offers you a low thank you before he steps away.

“You okay?” Jeongguk’s cheeks are bright red as he takes Yoongi's place, but the bunny hybrid hurriedly nods in response. You can almost feel the jittery energy coursing through his body as you step closer, Jeongguk inhaling sharply as your lips make contact with his skin. The bunny hybrid shyly takes your hand in his, bringing it up to rub your wrist against his freshly kissed cheek. Jeongguk hurries off before you can say anything, his tail twitching rapidly behind his back as he joins the rest.

Seokjin has a fond look in his eyes as he steps closer. The hamster hybrid leans down slightly, just enough that his mouth graces you ear as he murmurs, ”You took your punishment well.” You feel plush lips against your cheek before Seokjin pulls back, a knowing smile spreading across his face as your fingers trace the spot he kissed. You stand there a little stunned as Seokjin joins Jeongguk on one of the couches, praying that the hamster hybrid didn’t notice the shiver that bolted down your spine at his words.

You awkwardly clear your throat as you realize they’re all waiting for you to join them, gesturing over to the TV as you say, “Do you want to watch a Christmas movie?” 

You let the boys argue over which movie to watch, quickly putting on your old copy of Home Alone once they’ve decided. You squeeze into the spot between Yoongi and Namjoon on the couch, the two alphas shifting closer the moment you’re settled; their sides flush with yours as you press play on the movie.

As the minutes begin to trickle by, you catch yourself watching the boys more than the colourful screen, a pleasant and comforting warmth spreading through your body as they laugh and giggle at the funny moments. Truthfully, the seven hybrids fill a space you hadn’t even realized was empty. And now – sitting here in your cozy living room with lights twinkling all around, you don’t think there’s anything else you could ever want.

You already have it all right here.

#hybrid bts #hybrid!bts #hybrid au #bts x reader #ot7 x reader #bts poly au #bts fluff #hybrid jungkook #hybrid yoongi #hybrid jimin #hybrid hoseok #hybrid taehyung #hybrid namjoon #hybrid seokjin #bts au #bts fanfic #hybridbtsnetwork #abundance

[marvelandsuchstuff]

Sleepless Nights and Golden Sunlight (Corpse husband x reader)

A/N: helllllooooo everyone, I think like most of the internet I have been obsessing over this man for the past week and couldn’t help myself. I would however like to take this time to say that I will fully respect this man and if he ever does want this taken down - I will do so :). Anyways I wrote this shit in 12 hours and it’s now 2:45 am lol but I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: None, unless I can kill you with softness

It was well past 6 am when the sun had crept through the sheer curtains of the room (y/n) lay asleep in. The golden light streamed on to the grey bed in which she was peacefully in her own world. She was curled up around one of the pillows, with a small smile cracking through her soft lips.

In one of the other rooms, a man sat at a desk trying to record a video for the third time in the past four hours. He was growing increasingly furious with the script in front of him, no longer wanting to attempt reading it out. Put it down to the lack of sleeping for more than three hours or the fact that he was pushing himself too hard again with the rapid rate of growth over these past couples of weeks. But what he did know is that he needed to finish this video, however, no matter what he did, he just couldn’t seem to do it.

That’s when he finally gave up and slammed his hands down on the desk in front of him, not noticing how loud it had been. He sighed and looked at the time on the side of the screen and starred as the minutes passed. Great. Another sleepless night had passed him by without a shutter of a thought. That’s when he heard a sleepy girl’s voice from the doorway.  

(y/n) awoke from her peaceful state when she suddenly heard a forceful thump from down the hall. She hurriedly pulled herself up, dazed and confused and still half asleep, slowly gathering her surroundings. The golden sun bursting into the room now blinded her eyes as she tried to look around at where she was. (y/n) put her hand up blocking it from her line of sight and sighed with relief as she realized she was at corpses' house, in his bed. Safe.  

Although this fact comforted her, she still was mildly distressed at the sound she heard moments before. Almost immediately she noticed how she was alone in the king bed, which wasn’t surprising, in fact, it was normal for her. She knew corpses’ sleeping habits often kept him awake until ludicrous hours in the morning and often he would only end up getting a few hours sleep before returning to reality. Often she would have to drag him to bed, only for him to leave once she had fallen asleep in his arms and he made sure she wasn’t worried about him. So, she decided to go find out what was happening and where her boyfriend had gotten to.

She put her hand down and slowly swung herself out of the warm covers onto the cold hardwood floors. She pushed herself off the mattress, steadily gaining her balance and then slowly walking to the door, still very tired from not having enough sleep. She then opened one of the bedroom’s double doors while leaning on it for a bit of support. (y/n) roamed down the hallway, her feet cold from the wood under them, searching for her boyfriend.

She noticed the dark purple glow coming out of his gaming room, which only could mean he was in there. As soon as this realisation occurred, she felt her legs growing even weaker and used her last source of strength to get over to the door frame. She quickly lent herself against it to support herself before she entirely collapsed onto the floor.

Once (y/n) had gathered herself again, she glanced over toward the computer monitor and lo and behold saw corpse staring at something on the screen. He seemed like he was in a different world, taking no notice of the small girl behind him. After about a minute (y/n) built up enough energy to let out a small and soft “hi”.

The chair swivelled around to face her, and a weak smile crept onto corpses’ face, “hey baby”,

However, he soon realised the state (y/n) was in and quickly dashed over to her before she completely fell to the floor.

“Princess, what are you doing awake?” he asked with concern as she sank deep into his chest for some stability.

“Hmmm, I’m ok”

“You sure, because right now you're clinging onto me as if gravity didn’t exist” he chuckled lightly.

“Yeah,” she whispered and giggled a bit, “Anyways I heard a loud noise and wanted to make sure no one had come to kidnap you,”

He laughed again, “Well I’m standing here are I? So I must be fine unless I’ve been given some drug to make me hallucinate the most beautiful person in the world. Which in that case I want to be on this forever.”

(y/n) laughed and smiled into his chest. They both just stood like this for a moment taking in the silence and the warmth of each other. Their breaths aligned creating a bliss in which the earth itself shattered away and nothing else mattered. Two souls becoming more intertwined with each second passing by. Heaven.

Corpse was the one to finally break the silence, softly asking, “Do you want to go back to bed?”

(y/n) nodded into him, “mhm, can you come with me?”

“Of course princess, I wasn’t planning on leaving you anytime soon” he mumbled.

Then suddenly he manoeuvred around her, still making sure she had balance. He carefully picked the girl up bridal style and moved over to turn the lights off. At first, (y/n) was a bit taken aback by this but quickly adjusted to his body and curled into him. She closed her eyes softly caving into the darkness but wanting to stay awake until they got into the bed.

Corpse carried the girl in his arms down the hall, no longer concerned about the video he left or the lack of sleep he had. All that mattered was his wonderful and sweet little girlfriend who kept him sane at the worst of times. He looked down at her and he wondered how she ended up with him.

“Why’d you choose me?” he whispered, not sure if she heard him.

This made (y/n) open her eyes, now full of concern. “Because I love you, I knew it then and I know it now”

They both recounted the night they met. It wasn’t much, the met when poki had invited (y/n) to play a couple of games of among us and he was there. (y/n) remembers instantly feeling overwhelmed by even the few amount of people there. Corpse realised this a couple of rounds into the game after poki kept asking why she was so quiet compared to normal. He had seen her talk in poki’s videos a few times and was wondering the same because she was often more vocal in those videos. So he decided to message her to see if she was ok, seeing the same signs as he does with himself. For some reason (y/n) decided to tell him what was going on in hopes that he could help, knowing that he also struggled with these things.

After that, they immediately became really close and both were happy that they finally found someone who fully understood one another. The rest became history and now they were here, together.

“I love you too. So much,” Corpse said, smiling as he pushed the second of the double doors open. He then walked over to the opposite side of the bed and then carefully laid the girl down on the mattress. He moved the pillow she had been curled up against to make sure her head was supported.

After he put her down he went to the wall with the control panel and lowered the blackout blinds so they wouldn’t be disturbed by the already light sky outside. Then, he went back around to the other side of the bed and climbed on top of the grey sheets. He pulled the covers over both of them and tucked them into (y/n) side to keep her even warmer. Then snaking one hand over her torso and leaving one to play with her hair, he pulled closer to her body

“Are you going to tell me what was that noise I heard now?” (y/n) quietly asked,

“It was nothing, I just got mad at a video I was trying to film”

With this, (y/n) turned over to face him, searching for the emotions on his face. A strange look of sadness and anger and hatred she knew all too well. Very often this was corpses’ permanent emotional state where it is for something like a video or mean tweet, or more often himself. Every time she sees this side of him, it breaks her heart because he, of all the people in the world, definitely doesn’t deserve to feel like this.

The worst part is, however, often she feels as though there is nothing she can do to help. The best way she has found is to be there for him, whenever and whatever he needs because she knows he would do the same for her.

“Can I do anything?”

However, what she didn’t realize was how much she already does to help, just by being there. Because often if she’s happy and doing ok, he would always come back to her. His own personal light in the dark.

“Get some sleep for me baby. That’s all that I want you to do,” He replied, running his hand through her hair.

“Ok, but please stay with me?” she asked as she fell back into her own little world of dreams.

“Of course princess, I wasn’t planning on leaving you anytime soon”

#what the fuck do i tag this #uhhhhh #corpse husband #corpse husband x reader #i guess #youtubers #help it's 3 am #youtuber x reader #idk

[fallout-drabbles-n-stuff]

abshwvshsh imagine Paladin Danse with Baby Fever.

Got alittle drabble?

*I got like an idea where Paladin Danse and Alex(fallout oc) go on a mission and end up finding an orphan baby and as Alex is taking care of it, Paladin Danse is like 😍😍🤩🤩. So yea lol.*

(I totally deviated from the prompt but I was hoping this would be satisfactory as well? 😅 if not, I'm more than happy to write for the original prompt, just send me another ask)

Perhaps this feeling was simply a product of the desertion he felt after exile.

You were so very kind to him. You were there for him when he had hit the lowest point fathomable, when his life as he knew it was ripped away from him and left him with this deep melancholic emptiness. It took time, of course, but like always- you were patient with him, truly there for him.

If asked, Danse wouldn't know exactly how you did it, but piece after piece you managed to put back together what he once felt was broken beyond repair. Maybe it was the way you valiantly fought to reassure his life's value, maybe it was the long days you spent at his side so he may not feel lonesome, but most likely it was the love you professed that let him know that if someone as wonderful as you could have such profound feelings for something like him...then yes, maybe he was truly worth more than he believed.

Nonetheless, there were still some times that Danse would sit in your cozy little home, a far off look in his eyes as he thought deeply about something you just couldn't quite put your finger on. Once, you would've been able to just look at him and know what troubled him- a trait he didn't care for in the slightest- but lately...he wasn't quite as easy to read.

His identity would forever be something he struggled with no matter how much progress the two of you made, this you knew and understood, but whatever was on his mind as of recent didn't seem to have the same effect. For instance, these moments you'd catch him in..he wouldn't look nearly as tense, which may be a fruitless observation to note- but hey, every little detail meant something with Danse. In addition to this, the proud ex-paladin would usually seek your comfort if his mind raced to such dark places and now he would only sit in silence.

Instead you were left puzzled, watching the man you love sit and continue on with his mental strife- only moving every so often to fidget with the glistening metallic band on his left ring finger.

You never would've guessed that the reason he was so deep in though stemmed from the child sitting on your kitchen counter, eating one of Danse's prized snack cakes with Shaun. The child happened to be one of the settler's kids, a little girl around six years of age- so far too young to help out in the farm, and too young to leave unattended..so naturally, with you being the bleeding heart you are, you agreed to help out the girl's parents and watch her every so often while they worked. Besides, after your marriage to Danse..and Shaun coming home, there wasn't very much adventuring going on anymore. It wasn't a big deal though, Shaun rather liked having company (even if he preferred hanging out with Duncan more) and having a younger child around didn't bother you in the slightest.

Unbeknownst to you, watching the way you cared for the two children really struck a nerve within Danse. It was almost enchanting to watch you fuss after them, leading his mind to wander off to the most fantastical places.

"Okay, Shaun, do you think you can handle taking her back home? Her ma and pa should be finished working out in the field by now. I'll send Dogmeat with you." You spoke, receiving a rather exasperated expression from your little boy as he gracelessly slid off the counter, feet landing with a soft *thud*.

He proceeded to hold a hand out to his much shorter, younger friend to help her down. "No problem mom..." He all but grumbled as he began to lead her out the side door. A blur of brown and black fur at your feet let you know your faithful companion was at attention and ready to escort the two children- a happy bark followed by the closing of the door eased your mind shortly thereafter.

Had it been anywhere else, you probably wouldn't have let Shaun leave without you or Danse..but given that the girl's parents lived two doors down- you didn't really worry. However, you DID worry about the ex-paladin.

With a casual sigh, you sauntered your way into the living room- only a little surprised when you realized your entrance hadn't done much to catch his attention. Regardless, you pushed on and decided to sit right beside him- smiling just the slightest bit whenever his gaze finally shifted away from his wedding band and to you instead.

"Alright." You began, making no qualms about scotching closer over to him until he instinctively wrapped an arm around your shoulder. "What's eating at you?" You simply prodded, head resting on his chest.

Danse visibly stiffened, as though under the impression that his silence went unnoticed. He couldn't have been more wrong- he knew better than to think anything would get passed you. Even if it had, the thrumming of his synthetic heart against your ear surely gave him away.

Before he dignified your question with a response, he shifted around so that he could properly face you- still holding you yet able to move his head in such a way that he might be able to see the way you'd react completely to what his next words were going to be. And…maybe to get your attention away from the heavy beating in his chest.

That's really when you noticed it. The fleeting look in his eyes, the unsteadiness of his breath, the slight pink shade decorating his nose and cheeks..Danse was nervous.

"This..I apologize but this going to seem completely out of the blue.." He finally spoke, sighing as he closed his eyes just for a brief moment- trying to collect himself so that his nerves might not get the best of him. This is a matter that he had been wrestling with for some time now, the last thing he wanted was to get so anxious that he couldn't speak.

Alas, calming down seemed to only get harder for him. True, it had only been a few seconds since he spoke but the way you looked at him, so concerned and so..sweet, made time slow down and his damned heart incomprehensibly race.

"Whatever it is Danse, I've got you.." Great- now that concern he picked up on was lacing your voice as well.

Was it truly necessary for him to complicate things to such extremes? It's not like the topic was completely alien to either one of you..and damnit, you're the one person he felt he could speak his mind freely to..so why wasn't this any easier?

Then came the words you never, ever, ever, would've expected to hear from his mouth.

With his eyes soft, and his voice even more so, Danse spoke. "I know we have Shaun, and don't get me wrong- I truly do love the boy as a son, my son...but have you ever considered what having a child of our own would be like?" It was in that instant that Danse realized how abrupt his words may have came out, that tender gaze of his slowly retreating to look anywhere but you. "Forgive me, it's um..it's selfish of me to anticipate you being ready for such a thing, especially considering what we have both went through this past year.."

Unable to focus on much else but the drumming noise inside your head from the profound beat of your heart, your trembling hands grabbed at his and squeezed.

"You know..you have a bad habit of cutting me off before I can tell you what I think, sir." You laughed, trying to distract from the tears threatening to well up. Sure, it may have been a slight over reaction but..with Danse wanting a family..it was one hell of a step in a good direction. "What happened in the past..well, it should stay there. The two of us have something most people never get, we have the ability to start anew and leave our troubles behind us, Danse. So...god, I don't think much else would make me happier than having a baby with you.."

Once the ex-Paladin got over the initial shock of your words, he all but mauled you in a breath-stealing kiss- his arms wrapping tightly around you to the point of making the promise of breath a distant memory. Nonetheless, you couldn't help but enthusiastically kiss the man back...at least until-

"MOM! Gross!!" Shaun shrieked, having opened the door at quite possibly the least opportune time. Great.

Danse pulled back with a shameful blush on his face, averting his eyes from the young boy who was now fake gagging as he walked off to his room.

“Guess we oughta see if Mac is up for letting Shaun stay over with Duncan..hm? You know, just to get a head start..” to this, the ex-paladin’s adorable blush deepened tenfold.

Fantastic....or rather...outstanding.

#so this was no small drabble #ayyyyy #I love him so much #fallout 4 #fallout #paladin danse #paladin danse x sosu #paladin danse x reader #Danse

[noctumbra]

❝tight❞

summary ─ “hmm, yes, dolly?” you whined for real this time, making him smirk against your skin mischievously. “you want something?”

pairing ─ boxer!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, gym shower sex, dirty talk, pet names, fingering

a/n ─ just gonna post this and go back into hiding. this schedule is the new black gals. i’ll post if i write, and i don’t write then i’ll post whenever i write lol this is the conclusion i have finally come up with. hope you like it! please leave a comment if you do! thank you <33

KINKTOBER DAY TWELVE: boxer!bucky + gym shower sex + humiliation kink

You stepped into the workout area with your towel on your shoulder and your water bottle in hand. Your headphones were around your neck, your phone was tied to your thigh securely. There were people around; lifting weights, running or jogging on the treadmill, cycling, jumping rope… Lots of grunts and groans and victorious moans were filling the large space.

You walked around a couple guys who were doing sit-ups and found yourself an empty treadmill. You always started your workout with a light jog, most people stretched you had observed, but you liked to jog. Setting up the pace, you started your workout with your workout playlist blasting through your headphones and let the time wash away as you got rid of the extra energy.

Not realizing how long it had passed since you had started your workout, you stopped doing sit-ups for a short break. You were soaked; your hair was sticking to your skin and your workout gear was partially wet because of your sweat. Breathing deeply and steadily, you pulled off your headphones. While you were lost in your head, the gym had emptied itself.

Well, almost.

He was in the ring like usual you realized, seeing his reflection from the mirror wall.

James.

He usually came to the gym after 9PM. He liked the quiet and liked being alone, you assumed, and you really couldn’t blame him because you, too, liked the quiet and being alone while working out. You knew that if he were to come early, he couldn’t workout as effectively as he was now because there would be a lot of people who’d ask questions about boxing.

James was a boxer.

You learned that from Sam. He had championships on some… ballsy competition was what Sam had told you. You weren’t into boxing so you usually just admired the man doing his thing.

He was working with Steve per usual. Both of them beefy and handsome as hell, you watched them move on the ring like silk fabrics sliding against each other. Their moves were so smooth but held so much strength beneath, it always got you wet just by watching them boxing together. They were topless, only had a pair of black basketball shorts and wraps on their hands. Both their chests were shining under the light, a soft sheen of sweat covering their bulging biceps and chests.

You shook yourself out of your trance when your eyes found James’ cold blue ones. Feeling your face heating up because of his look, you ducked your head and decided to continue to your workout before your body got cold. Putting on your headphones back, you returned to your workout.

It was actually James who touched your shoulder and pointed your headphones when you looked up at him.

“Hi,” he said, “Steve said that he was closing for tonight, but you didn’t hear him.” You frowned. You didn’t know your workout lasted this long. Pulling your phone out from where it was strapped to your thigh, you checked the time.

“Holy shit,” you murmured. James chuckled lightly.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “I told Steve that I could close up since I needed the extra hour of training, but I really need to close up.” He smiled at you sheepishly. You nodded.

“No, of course!” You jumped to your feet, but forgetting about the head rush, you had to grab his bicep to stand on your feet.

“Whoa,” James said, his other hand grabbing you by the waist. “You okay?” You swayed on your feet dangerously, looking pale as hell as you did so. James frowned and tightened his hold around you. He really didn’t want you pass out or fall.

“’m fine,” you murmured. “Head rush,” you added as you blinked furiously. “I’ll be going shortly.” James nodded.

“You could take it slow,” he said, “Hell, you should take it slow. I’ll wait until you’re out of shower. I need one, too, anyway. I stink.” You chuckled at him softly. Nodding, you grabbed your things and stood slower this time. You walked towards the showers together silently. His presence next to you wasn’t as intimidating as you thought it would be, and you smiled at yourself.

“I think you know your way around─ ah, hell,” he cursed. You turned your head to see what was happening.

Apparently the men’s showers were closed because there was cleaning inside. Biting your lip, you looked at him as an idea formed into your mind.

“You could, um,” you started, “use the women’s? It’s only me anyway and I can check if there’s someone just in case?” James frowned slightly before nodding. You smiled at him and quickly ran inside; checking every shower, you made sure that there was no one. “It’s empty. Come on.”

“Gimme a minute? I gotta grab my bag,” he said, jerking his head towards the lockers. You nodded. “Don’t be afraid when I come inside though.” You chuckled and nodded again. Parting your ways with him, you opened your locker and retrieved your bigger towel. You took of your sweaty gear and put them into a small separate bag. With your shampoo and soap in your hand, you walked in one of the showers and turned on the hot water. As the hot water kicked in, you hung your towel just outside of the shower doors, and ducked under the water.

Feeling all the stickiness slowly going through the drain, you closed your eyes.

You yelped when you felt two hands grabbing you by the waist and pulling you against a ripped chest.

“Sssh,” James hushed you. “I told you don’t be afraid when I come inside, right?” He whispered into your ear, making you shudder under the hot water.

“I─ I didn’t expect─” He hummed at your way of tripping over your own words.

“I can go,” he murmured. “I can go to the one at the very end if you’re not up for this,” he added. “I really want this, though.” His nose poked the soft skin behind your ear, body molded against yours, you felt your body melt in his embrace. “You tell me no, and I take it to the heart, but─” James chuckled darkly. “I’ve been seeing you, honey,” he murmured. “Seeing you watch me. You watch me with those sexy eyes, making me lose my focus. Steve always gets a good punch in whenever you distract me.”

You whined so silently, you weren’t sure that he heard over the water’s roaring sound.

“The way you move, though,” James hummed approvingly. “Those leggings? Gets me hard the second I see them hugging your body the way they do.”

“James…” you whispered, causing him to tighten his hold around you.

“Hmm, yes, dolly?” You whined for real this time, making him smirk against your skin mischievously. “You want something?” You nodded, your hand finding his on your stomach. “Say it out loud, please,” he whispered. You had to swallow a couple times to get your tongue working again.

“Fuck me,” you whispered as your eyes found his over your shoulder. His cold steel blue eyes weren’t as cold as before now; they were warm, but dark, burning with restrained desire. “Please?”

Hearing him growl was your ‘yes’ and suddenly, you were plastered against the cold, shower wall. Yelping from the sudden coolness on your warm skin, you flinched back, but James was there to corner you.

His ripped body was a furnace behind you; his erection pressing against your ass, you felt his hands move upwards. You hummed, arching into the warmth that was coming off of his body and sneaked a hand in his wet hair. James kissed your exposed neck, hands grabbing your breasts softly, he squeezed them; causing you to moan loudly.

“Hush, honey,” James murmured. “The cleaners are still around.” You whimpered, but he was right. Getting caught by them would be a nightmare and you probably would have to change your gym. Which you did not want. “I know you wanna make noises,” James assured you, “I want to hear you, too, baby, but you gotta keep it quiet for tonight, okay? Next time, I’ll have you screaming freely.”

You shuddered at the mention of next time. There would be a next time in his book then, you thought, and felt giddy about it. Your focus turned to him again; his hips were moving against your ass slowly, smearing precum all over the soft flesh and let the water wash it away.

“Please?” You whispered.

His hand left your breast, found his cock and he lined up against your wet pussy. Running the tip of his cock up and down a couple times just to tease you, he slid inside. The pain of his cock stretching your pussy got you gasping into the tiles; he didn’t have a long cock, he was average in the height department. His girth, however, that was a whole different story.

James groaned into your shoulder as he bottomed out. His hot breath was licking over the wet skin, making you shiver in his arms every once in a while. He kissed your shoulder, nosed your ear and the hand that had left your breast had found its way back there.

“Tight,” he snarled. “Tighter than a virgin, aren’t ya, dolly?” You whined lowly as you nodded. His hips were moving just like before; slow and sensual, but you knew that he was coming to an end of his patience. “Never had a pussy as tight as yours, honey. Gripping me so nicely, it’s like your pussy is hugging my cock, feels so damn good.”

You moaned as his cock grazed over a sensitive spot. Humming curiously, he did it again and again until it had you sobbing against the cold wall in front you silently.

“Is that the spot that can get you all weak and stupid for me, dolly?” James asked. His mouth was running and spitting filth non-stop. “Should I do it again? I bet you get so sweet, like a mewling kitten, when you’re a stupid dolly. Are you, honey?”

Sobbing harder as he did graze over that spot again like he said, you nodded. “Yes, yes! Please, God, please, please!” James hushed you. He kissed the side of your neck and started to move his hips faster. Hitting that spot over and over, you felt his balls smacking against your skin, too, and moaned at the feeling. It was adding a different sensation onto the ones that you were already drowning in.

You grabbed his bubbly ass, dug your nails as you pulled him against your body harder. James moaned deeply, breath licking over your ear. You swallowed all the noises he let out by turning your head and kissing him. James hummed. One of his hands cradled your jaw and he continued to kiss you as he fucked you faster and harder.

“Ah!” You shouted as his other hand found your clit and started to flick it furiously.

“Hush, stupid dolly,” he snarled. “I don’t want anyone to hear you while you’re like this. I don’t wanna be interrupted, either.” You nodded, tongue swelling in your mouth and stopping you from talking, you just nodded. “Such a good doll for me, aren’t ya? So good and weak for me.” Mewling, you bucked your hips, met his hips thrust by thrust.

“Pussy is goddamn good,” he groaned, loudly. “’s gonna make me come, honey,” he licked over your pulse and nibbled on it gently as the sensation tipped you over the edge. Your body shivered violently and hips bucked against his harshly, you dug your nails even deeper in his ass. You barely stifled your scream.

“Oh, fuck─” James growled. His hips were smacking against yours, cock driving in you at a mad pace, he grunted. You hummed as you melted in his arms. “’m gonna─ Fuck, ‘m─” Letting out a soft ‘ah’ sound, James came, too. You felt him twitch and jerk inside of you and chuckled, drunk on pleasure.

It took James a minute to collect himself. “So, I was wondering,” he started.

“Hm?” You murmured a response as you let him move you under the water fully and handed you your shampoo.

“I have this competition,” he said, “I’ve been meaning to ask, actually. I was gonna dine and wine you first,” he scratched the back of his neck as the pink color brightened his ears. You looked at him, grinning. “Will you come to my competition? Will you let me win it for ya, dolly?” Preening under his warm look and all the pet names he called you with, you nodded.

“Even though I won’t be enjoying you getting this face busted, I’d love to be there,” you said and trailed your fingers over his face. James grabbed your hand and kissed the inside of your wrist.

“Then it’s a date,” he winked at you and you both smiled at each other shyly.

──

James won that competition for you under twenty minutes, breaking a record at the same time. He got a busted lip, a split eyebrow and a gonna-bruise-badly injury on his cheekbone. Nothing was broken, and he was actually okay.

“Look!” He yelled at you as he pointed his raised fist by the referee. “I did it for you!” You felt all the warmth had rushed into your cheeks as you got nudged by Sam.

“You got an in love puppy following you around,” Sam murmured as he watched James.

“Well, I’m an in love kitten for him, so it’s mutual,” you said, smiling throughout the whole thing.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagines #boxer!bucky #kinktober 2020

[stanknotstark]

Serinakakers As Proof

Serinakakers are actually called Norwegian butter cookies in english and I don’t think i’ve ever had one but they look good to me lol i didn’t feel like making a whole new otherworldly dessert sorry I’m lazy sometimes 😂

Summary: You’re dating Loki but keeping it a secret as per Loki’s request. The team starts to question if you’re lying about your ‘lover’ and Loki has to save you because Thor has really bad timing.

It all started two weeks into dating Loki. Loki was a little unsure what the team’s reaction to you two dating would be so he told you to keep it a secret for now. You respected his wishes but that didn’t stop you from flaunting about how you had the best ‘lover’ (Loki refused to be called boyfriend) in the world. 

Two weeks in Valentines came up and Loki had a vase of beautiful flowers sent to you with a little card that said, “For the fairest of them all - your love” In reference to Snow White, which you had both watched very recently. 

You had taken them around the whole tower, telling people it had come from your lover when they asked. 

“At least give us his name, I promise to not, like, totally have a background check on him!” Tony says with a pout. 

You laugh and shake your head. “No can do Tin Man. He doesn’t want you all to know who he is just yet.”

“See, that makes me a little skittish, if he doesn’t want us to know he has something to hide.” 

“I agree with him and think he should remain nameless.”

“That doesn’t make me feel better.” Tony points out.

You shrug at Tony and do the motions for zipping your lips closed and throwing out the key. 

Loki ends up picking a random day, a month later, to send you a big basket of chocolate, your favorite hard candies, and really small plushies of all the Avengers (It’s totally not his way of giving you sweets because you’re on your period). Your favorite plushy isn’t one of the Avengers, it’s a small plushy of Loki. Because you’re given the basket in front of everyone you make sure not to freak out over the Loki plushy but you keep stealing glances at the god who sits apart from everyone else, reading. 

“He even got you Loki?” Steve asks bewildered. 

“Like it or not, Loki is part of the group. Seems he has built a group of fans now.” You say, stealing a glance at Loki who smirks at his book. You know he’s pleased you’ve defended his honor. 

“You do realize I’m right here, do you not?” Loki says, still not looking up from his book. 

Steve at least has the decency to look ashamed and his cheeks flare up. 

“There’s not a card with a name!” Tony says making everyone look at the basket again.

“Of course not, you dumbass.” You say, slapping the back of Tony’s head, Tony proceeds to throw his hands and slap away at your receding hand. Thor and Bruce chuckle with you at his childish antics. 

“Can you at least give us a letter in his name?” Clint asks from your side. 

You sigh and look to the ceiling in thought. 

“K.”

“Kevin!” Clint immediately yells. “Wait, we don’t know a Kevin.” 

“Who said you know who it is?” You ask as you gather your basket to put in your room. 

Clint completely disregards what you said and yells, “Kate!”

Natasha hits Clint’s arm, “She’s straight, stupid.”

Tony then pipes in as you walk away rolling your eyes, “Kyle! Kaden! Kayden but with a y!” 

“His name doesn’t start with a k guys!” You yell as the elevator closes, exasperated. 

Next, a week and a half has passed when they start questioning your relationship. Thor figures it out but only because he grew up with the thing you’re gifted. 

You had been the last one to enter the kitchen for dinner and right as you entered Thor came up to you with puppy dog eyes and was holding a tin of sweets. You take a long look at the delicacies, they’re some type of cookies, in a swirl pattern, and decorated with powdered sugar. Thor answers your questions right after you think that.

“They’re butter cookies, can I please have one, your boyfriend sent them.” Thor says making sure to enunciate the word boyfriend. Your eyes snap to Thor’s and the god smiles down at you. On one hand it looks innocent but you see past his facade.

He knows. 

You clear your throat and grab the tin from him, making sure to pull one of the cookies out and give it to him. 

“Since you’re nice, sure, big guy.” You say giving Thor a look that said ‘Say nothing’. Thor bounces from foot to foot, shoving his cookie in the face of the other Avengers.

“She likes me!” Thor roars then demolishes the cookie in a single bite. 

You laugh, glance at Loki from under your lashes as you look at the cookies and pick one out to try.

When the cookie touches your tongue you can’t help closing your eyes and moaning. You chew and the cookie just melts in your mouth. You moan as your take another bite and you think you could practically orgasm this cookie is so damn good but remember the entire team is there. 

When you finish the cookie you open you eyes and look at everyone. Tony is looking at you like he wants to eat you, Natasha is eating her food like she doesn’t fucking care, Steve is blushing so hard you think his head might explode. Clint is shocked, and Bruce is looking at you with a raised brow. The last person you look at is Loki who sits there staring at you with flushed cheeks and a glint in his eye that says he’s going to tear those noises from your lips again, this time without the cookies.

You cough and look at Thor who is smiling like he is satisfied. You understand why he wanted one so bad now. 

“I’m sorry but what the fuck just happened.” Tony says shaking his head. 

You laugh. “I had an orgasm while eating a cookie, get with the program.”

“Honestly, if his cookies are that good you need to marry the man, just saying.” Tony waves his had at you then goes on to start eating his dinner.

You go to eat another cookie but Loki finally says something. 

“No dessert before dinner, put the cookies down.” 

“Or what?” You challenge the god.

Loki raises a brow at you and levels you with a glare.

“Put them down.”

You suck on your gums and squint at the god as you put the cookies on the table.

“You’re lucky I like you.”

“Ok, first of all, you like everyone so I don’t see the point in saying that. Second, how have you told Loki you like him before me? We all know I’m the favorite around here.” Tony scoffs while aggressively stabbing a broccoli floret. 

You take your seat next to Loki and that’s when it’s asked.

“Is your boyfriend even real? Or are you gifting yourself all these things so you’ll make one of us jealous?” Clint asks in a normal voice, he really doesn’t mean it to be mean.

You stop smiling at Tony and frown at Clint.

“He’s real.” You say a little hurt. 

“I mean it just seems a little fishy.”

You pout at Clint.

“I could look into her purchases and see if she bought it herself.” Tony rouses from the other side of the table. He’t totally joking but Steve doesn’t take it that way.

“Tony! That’s private, you can’t just do that!” Steve tries protecting you. 

You start to get a little angry.

“He’s real. If you don’t think he’s real then that’s on you. I know he is and that’s all that matters.” You reason, more for yourself than anything else. 

Under the table you feel Loki’s hand squeeze at your thigh. 

“Just give us something to let us know he’s real.” Tony pushes. 

You slam your hands on the table and stand up so fast the chair you were in topples over. 

“Stop!” Loki yells, in a quick move he stands and puts an arm in front of you, not to protect Tony but to stop you before you did something you regret.

The room is silent save for your rough breathing. 

“It’s me.” Loki harshly says, glaring at Tony and Clint.

“You don’t have to cover for her, it’s embarrassing but-”

“Shut up!” You scream at Clint.

“I’m not trying to cover for her. I’ve been dating her for the past month and a half. I did not want her to tell you because I wasn’t sure how all of you would react.” Loki gets out then turns and brings you to him so he may kiss you. 

Loki makes it a show for the team, relaxes as you lean into him, your hands wrapping around his neck and tugging at the nape of his neck. He pulls away before you can lose yourself in his kiss and looks at the team with a raised eyebrow as if asking ‘Is that enough for you?’.

Finally Thor peeps in between a big bite of his food. “Ay, Loki is telling the truth, those are Serinakakers, an Asgardian delicacy my mother used to make us.” 

Loki rolls his eyes at his brother’s really bad timing and then looks back down at you, you’re still wrapped around him, now with a tiny smile on your lips as you look at him.

“Ok, darling?” Loki asks anyways.

“I’ll be happy if you let me take those cookies and eat those for dinner in my bedroom.” 

Loki brings a hand up and trails a finger from the back of your jaw to your chin, going up to touch your bottom lip. “Only if you promise to make those sweet sounds every bite you take.” Loki whispers.

“Ok this is seriously gross, I’m literally gonna throw up.” Tony says with a fake gag.

You laugh and pull from Loki who glares at Tony. You point at Tony, then at Clint. “Don’t think you two are off the hook, I’m still royally pissed, you’re just lucky when I’m around Loki I can’t stay mad.”

You make your way around the table, Loki following, dinner forgotten, and pick up your cookies. Then, you head towards your room. 

Halfway to the elevator Loki grabs your hand and doesn’t let go until you’re both laying on your bed enjoying your cookies. Talking about everything and nothing. 

#loki x reader #loki #loki odinson #loki laufeyson #reader insert #my writing #i had this idea a few days ago and didn't have any time to really write it out #i feel i could have done more but my mind is working at like ADD mode right now #my adderall is wearing off cuz i took it early #so idk if ill get to write more or not #but hopefully i can ^^ #also my transitions could use a little work i apologize about that i try not to make them so generic and like next #this happens #or like then he #and on this day #i just have trouble of thinking of good ways to transition sorry