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if it's alright could you please do togame, nirei and natori pining hcs? specifically with a more physically clingy reader! was rlly surprised that no one's requested any windbreaker stuff yet

How'd They Pin After You

( ✧ ) ────── crush stories . fluff - gn!reader .

- [𝐜𝐡.] togame . nirei . natori

- [𝐩:𝐬] Slow burn . Mutual pining . Emotional vulnerability . Emotional intensity . Light possessiveness (esp. Jo and Shingo) . Touching/Physical clinginess . Jealousy (Shingo, mildly)

Note: My first windbreaker request, yay! (๑>◡<๑) Hopefully I captured all of their personalities right and it's not too crazy.

Jo Togame

He pines like it’s a secret, like it’s something sacred. The way monks guard temples, the way wolves guard dens—silent, fierce, unwavering.

At first, he doesn’t understand what’s happening. He just notices that when you’re around, his chest feels tight. That your laugh cuts through the noise of the world. That he’s watching you too long. That your name feels like a prayer he doesn’t dare say out loud.

Jo is the kind of guy who’s hard to read. He won’t flirt. He won’t joke. But he will notice everything. If you’re cold, he’ll take off his jacket and hand it to you, wordless. If you’re tired, he’ll tilt his head in quiet invitation to rest on his shoulder. If you’re in danger? He’s the first one in front of you.

He starts showing up everywhere. Quietly. Consistently. Like a shadow that wants to be your sun. He’ll wait for you outside school even if you didn’t ask. Will walk behind you, matching your pace, making sure you’re safe.

Jo doesn’t speak much—but when he does, and it’s to you? It’s like gravity shifts.

“You shouldn’t walk home alone.” “You look exhausted. Go home. I’ll cover for you.” “Don’t waste your smile on people who don’t deserve it.”

His version of pining is protection. Devotion. He won’t say “I like you,” but his actions scream it—every second.

And here’s the plot twist: he’s physically clingy too, but he does it in a way that’s incredibly intense and tender at the same time. He doesn’t reach for you unless it’s important. But when he does—your wrist, your waist, your fingers—he holds on like you’re going to disappear.

One day, you trip on a curb. He catches you. Doesn’t let go.

You look up at him and say, “Thanks.”

And he says, “I won’t let you fall.”

He means it metaphorically. He always does.

He pines through silence, through long stares when you’re not looking, through walking you home and pausing outside your door like he wants to say something but never quite does. Until one day, he just says:

“Tell me what you need. I’ll be there.”

Because loving you hurts for him—but not loving you would hurt more.

Akihiko Nirei

This boy falls hard and fast. He’s not subtle about it either—when he likes you, everyone knows it. Not because he blurts it out, but because his entire soul lights up like it’s springtime every time you’re near.

At first, he’s just happy to be around you. It starts with casual hangs—sitting beside you during breaks, offering you bites of his bento (“You’ve got to try this karaage! My mom made it—don’t worry, I didn’t mess it up!”), or pulling you into random group chats with the guys. He wants to include you in every piece of his life.

But soon, it gets deeper. Nirei starts noticing the tiny things: how you laugh with your eyes before your mouth catches up, how you always forget your umbrella, how you zone out when you’re overwhelmed. He starts carrying extras—extra pen, extra snacks, extra umbrella—just in case. But he’ll always act like it’s a coincidence.

“Oh, you forgot your lunch? Haha, I totally brought too much—take some!”

Every time you’re near, his voice is a little louder, his smile a little wider. But when you leave? He stares after you like you’re carrying half his heart with you.

He pines in daydreams. Like, he’ll stare out the window during class imagining what it’d be like to walk you home while the cherry blossoms fall. He replays your texts over and over, trying to find hidden meanings. Sometimes he even types up fake conversations with you just to practice what he’d say.

And oh, he’s the physically clingy one. Very. But it doesn’t feel heavy—it feels warm. Natural. He’s always slinging an arm around your shoulders like it’s no big deal. Pulling you into side hugs when you’re sad. Tugging your wrist when he wants you to come look at something cool. He’s always touching you, and when you’re not around, he kinda... slumps a little.

He pines out loud too. To everyone except you. Like he’ll be walking with Sakura and just sigh, “Man, [Your Name] looked so cool today…” and Sakura’s like, “JUST TELL THEM.” And he’s like, “What if they don’t like me back? What if I make it weird?”

Because here’s the thing about Nirei—he cherishes you so much, he’s afraid of ruining it. So he just keeps giving, hoping you’ll notice. Hoping you’ll choose him, not because he asked, but because you see him the way he sees you.

One day, if you fall asleep beside him on the train? He’ll sit perfectly still the whole ride, afraid to wake you, memorizing the weight of your head on his shoulder like it’s the most important moment of his life.

Shingo Natori

Shingo’s the kind of guy who teases his crush, but in that soft but sneaky way. He’s usually confident with his boys, loud in a chill kind of way, always down for fun, but when you’re around? His rhythm changes.

At first, you wouldn’t even suspect anything. He still jokes, still calls you weird nicknames (“oi, sleepyhead,” “shorty,” even if you're taller), still acts like the clown of the group—but there’s a difference in the pauses. Like the way he watches you laugh from across the courtyard and grins to himself like an idiot, then quickly looks away when someone catches him.

He pines quietly. Like when you’re talking to someone else—especially another guy—he’ll suddenly start appearing at your side with a casual, “Yo, didn’t know you were out here,” even though he definitely spotted you from across the school yard. He’ll never outright admit he’s jealous, but his jokes get more pointed, his smile a little tighter.

He starts “bumping into you” more. Like at the konbini late at night, after cram school. “Didn’t know you liked melonpan too. Must be fate, huh?” Cue him walking you home and low-key memorizing every detail of your route. Every light post. Every place you pause.

But where Shingo really pines is in his bedroom. Late at night, lying in bed with his phone in hand, staring at your Instagram stories. He doesn’t like anything—not yet—but he watches them over and over. Sometimes he types out a DM and deletes it before sending. He doesn’t want to come off too eager.

He doodles your name on the edge of his notebook pages. Acts like it’s a joke if someone sees. But if you ever sit next to him during lunch or in class? He becomes a little too still. Hyper-aware of your elbow barely brushing his. And if you lean in, accidentally touching his shoulder to show him your phone screen?

He goes completely still. Doesn’t even breathe. But his heart’s hammering like he just ran a 100-meter dash.

Eventually, he starts leaving little things in your locker. A can of your favorite drink. A note that says, “Don’t be late to gym again or I’m draggin’ you.” No name. But you know it’s him. And he wants you to know.

He’s the kind of piner who turns friendship into slow-burning obsession, and every moment he spends around you feels like a page in a diary he’d never admit he writes.

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“my sentient sword came out to me as transmasc, i mean, talk about un-she/they-ing your blade!”

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Fake Black Eye .ᐟ

ʚɞ: levi, eren, armin, jean, porco

note: you send them a picture of your fake black eye !

warnings: cursing, abuse, fighting, f!reader

I BLOCK MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS

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Love + Potion - A Yami x Reader Fanfic

You work at a bar Yami frequents and so you’re nearby when he decides to try a potion that turns him into a werewolf for 24 hours. It also happens to make him extremely horny. 

Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. Yami becomes a werewolf. Oral sex. Regular sex. Size kink.

Dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more and @drizztdohurtin.

“Another.”

You look up from the bar, where you’ve been wiping up spilled beer. A few seats down sits your favorite customer, Captain Yami of the Black Bulls. 

He comes to this tavern often, a few times a week unless he’s off on a particularly lengthy mission. When you began working here a year ago, you found him intimidating. He’s huge, he’s gruff, and his squad is rumored to include all sorts of ruffians and even criminals! But you quickly learned that Captain Yami is nothing like you expected. 

He’s never made trouble for you. He’s respectful even if his tone can be impolite. When he spills his drink, he actually cleans it up himself! He’s broken up several fights before they could damage the bar, and on the rare occasion he gets involved in a scuffle, he takes it outside to avoid causing problems. 

One night a drunk customer got irate and threw a glass at you. Yami caught it in midair before it could hit you. Another customer tried to get handsy with you, and Yami literally dragged the man out and tossed him on the street. Some nights, when he stays until closing time, he even walks you home.

You’ve never seen Yami dead drunk. Tipsy, yes. But actually drunk off his ass? Never. No matter how much he drinks. It must be a stamina thing, because it’s obvious that Yami has stamina for days. 

Sometimes you catch yourself wondering if he has that much stamina in the bedroom. 

Yami is an attractive man. It’s well known in the kingdom that several women have their eyes on him, but so far he seems oblivious to their interest. You know you have no shot with him if the powerful beauties around him haven’t been able to bag him. But still, it’s fun to entertain silly fantasies. 

Tonight, he’s laughing and enjoying himself as he talks with another patron, a potion maker who often boasts about the strange, magical concoctions he’s created. This time it’s a potion that turns a person into a werewolf for twenty-four hours. 

Yami doesn’t believe him. No one ever does. The man has bragged about lots of different potions but has never let anyone try them. 

“I’m telling you, it really works!” the man is saying. 

Yami claps him on the back as he takes another drink. “Sure, pal! Whatever you say!”

The man’s face reddens. “Fine! If you’re so sure it won’t work, why don’t you try it?”

Yami pauses, sitting down his drink and looking at the man. “You have it with you?”

The man nods, digging around in his leather bag and producing a clear glass bottle with an amber colored liquid inside. “Here it is! Drink it and apologize for doubting me!”

Yami picks up the bottle and examines the liquid. “You say it only lasts one day?”

“Yes! One full day! Then it wears off and you go back to normal.”

“What are the effects?” Yami asks, seeming more sober and focused now that he’s considering trying it. 

The potion maker straightens in his seat. “You’ll turn into a half man, half wolf. Your teeth with get sharper and your senses will be improved. You’ll probably crave some meat.”

“That doesn’t sound bad,” Yami says. Oh no. Is he actually going to try it? You think it’s a terrible idea, but it’s none of your business, so you keep quiet and listen. 

“Oh, and you might have the sudden desire to mate,” the man adds. 

You freeze, the rag going limp and still in your hand. Yami… wanting to mate? You glance over at him, curious about his reaction to that comment. 

“Will I still have control over myself?” he asks. “I’m not gonna hurt anyone, am I?”

The potion maker laughs. “Oh, of course! You’ll have complete control. It doesn’t affect your mind. Just your senses and instincts.”

Yami finishes off his drink then picks up the potion. He pulls out the wooden stopper and smells the liquid, then shrugs. “Bottom’s up.”

As you watch, Yami downs the amber liquid in one big gulp, then sits the empty bottle on the bar and wipes his mouth. “Tastes like shit,” he says, and starts to offer another comment before he suddenly groans and holds his stomach. 

You step closer. “Captain? Are you alright?”

He looks up at you and forces a grin, even though he appears to be in pain. “I’m fine. Just need… to go to the… restroom.”

Yami stands up and staggers toward the back. You’ve seen him hurry to the bathroom before, but not like this. He’s stumbling over chairs, crashing through the place like a literal bull. 

The door to the restroom slams shut, and the whole bar falls silent. Many of the other customers heard the conversation, and you see them whispering to those that seem confused. Before long, everyone in the bar is waiting to see the results of the potion. 

You hear Yami grunting and groaning from your spot behind the bar. Then he screams out in what sounds like pain. The scream morphs midway into an ear splitting howl, and a chill runs down your spine. What’s happened to your beloved customer?!

The door to the bathroom swings open, and Yami walks out. Under the lights of the bar, you can see the changes clearly. He’s a little taller, his hair a little longer, and there seems to be a thin coat of fine dark fur all over his exposed arms. His eyes are keener, taking on a blood red color with strangely shaped pupils. When he opens his mouth, you can see that his teeth are all razor sharp. 

A few people hoot and hollar, clapping and cheering. Yami grins at them. 

“How does it feel, Captain?” someone shouts. 

“It felt like hell for a minute there,” he says, and the crowd laughs. “But now? It feels pretty damn good!”

He makes his way back toward the bar, answering a few questions along the way and even letting a curious lady touch the fur of his arm. When he takes his usual seat, he looks at you and says, “Give me whatever you serve that has meat in it.”

“R-right away, Captain,” you say, flustered by the intensity of those red eyes. You serve him a pork roast sandwich, then watch as he devours it in seconds. 

“Are you really alright?” you ask him. 

His eyes shift to your face again, then slide down. He’s never looked at you this way before, not even once, but now his gaze seems to be lingering on your chest. 

“I’m good,” he says, eyes moving back to your face. 

The night wears on, with Yami drinking and ordering more meat dishes. He seems to be in good spirits, and even buys the potion maker a drink, an apology for doubting his work. 

The guests begin to thin out, and by midnight, only Yami and the potion maker remain. 

“It will wear off tomorrow, right?” Yami asks. 

The potion maker puffs out his chest. “Of course it will! My potions are perfect!”

With that, the man leaves, and Yami is the last person at the bar. Even the other employees have gone, leaving you to lock up the place. 

Yami glances at the clock on the wall. “About closing time, huh?”

You’re sweeping the floor, moving chairs as you go along. “As soon as I finish cleaning up,” you say. All night you’ve been feeling his eyes on you, seeming to track your every move. 

He leans over onto the bar. “I’m not lookin’ forward to going home. My squad’s gonna have a lot to say about this.”

You don’t look up from the floor. You’re afraid he’ll notice how flushed your face is. “Oh really?”

“I know a couple who are gonna freak out and call me reckless. At least one will want to fight me in this form. And a few will probably wanna pet me,” he adds with a laugh. 

Without thinking, you say, “Well your fur does look very soft, Captain.”

Oh no. Did you just say that? Out loud? You keep your back turned to him as you lower your head. 

“Wanna touch it?” 

You freeze at the sound of his voice. Slowly, your turn to look at him. Your eyes meet his, and they look… hungry. 

“Are you sure you don’t mind?” you ask, stepping closer. 

He holds out one arm toward you. “I’m sure.”

Hesitantly, you reach out and touch his arm, your fingertips brushing over the fur there. It feels like velvet, and soon your whole hand is rubbing his arm, from his shoulder to his wrist. You can feel the taut muscles beneath the silky fur, and you feel something within you tighten. 

“So?” he asks. “How is it?”

His eyes are locked on yours again. You swallow and say, “It’s as soft as it looks, Captain.”

“Yami. Call me Yami.”

Your hand is still on his arm. “Yami,” you repeat, feeling heat creep across your face. 

A moment passes between you, then you withdraw your hand. “If you really don’t want your squad to see you, just stay here tonight. There’s no bed but there’s a bench in the back.”

“You wouldn’t get in trouble, would you?” 

You smile. “I don’t think the owner would mind. It’d be like having the best security guard in the world for free.”

“Thanks,” he says. “I think I’ll do that.”

You take your time finishing up the cleaning, suddenly being in no hurry to leave. When you’re finally done, you walk back over to the bar. “The bench is in the back. I’ll show you before I leave.”

He looks at you, that same hunger in his eyes. “You’re not staying? I might get lonely.”

“Uh, well… I…”

He breaks eye contact and looks away. “Sorry. I don’t know what I’m sayin’. This damn potion is makin’ me act weird.”

“I don’t mind!” you blurt out, then instantly regret your honesty when he looks at you again. “I mean… I don’t mind staying here tonight and keeping you company,” you add, hoping he doesn’t pick up on your embarrassment. 

“Are you sure? You’re probably tired from workin’ all night.”

Ahh, his eyes are so intense right now. His voice is even deeper than usual. And you’re standing so close to him, you can feel his body heat. 

You can feel something else too. A growing wetness between your legs. 

“I’m positive,” you say. “How about another drink? Or another sandwich?” 

You start to step away, but his big hand catches your wrist. It’s a gentle grip, but it stops you in your tracks. He leans closer to you, and… sniffs? 

“You smell good,” he says. Then his eyes widen slightly, as if he’s just realizing something. He focuses on your face. “Are you…?” Then his eyes trail down your body, pausing below your waist. 

Wait, can he smell your arousal? When his eyes move back to yours, you know it’s true. The unfinished question lingers in the air between you, and his hand is still holding your wrist. You stare at him for a moment, mentally debating what you should do. You’ll probably never get another chance like this, to be alone with a horny Yami. How many women in the kingdom would give anything for an opportunity like this? 

So you decide to throw caution to the wind and go for it. You lean closer, locked in his gaze, and ever so slowly kiss his parted lips. He doesn’t pull away, which is a good sign. When you part from him, he says nothing at first, only lifts his cigarette to his mouth and takes a drag before putting it out in the nearby ashtray. After exhaling the smoke, he quickly pulls you closer and kisses you back. 

This kiss is different from the one you gave him. This is all heat and tongue and his free hand sliding into your hair. His fingers are tipped with sharp claws, but he’s being careful not to scratch you. 

You lean into him, your hands pawing at his thin white shirt, trying to drag it up. You’ve wanted to see him shirtless for as long as you’ve known him, and now you can’t get it off fast enough. 

He breaks the kiss long enough to slip the shirt over his head and drop it to the floor. His muscular chest is also coated in a thin layer of that velvety fur. It becomes thinner as it goes down his torso, becoming almost invisible by the time it hits his waist, save for a thicker, narrow patch trailing from his navel down to beneath his belt. Does it go all the way down? You can’t wait to find out. 

His hands move to the front of your dress, untying the laces of your simple corset. With it loosened, the fabric of the dress beneath it slips down, your breasts spilling out. Yami wastes no time squeezing one while his head dips down to take the other into his mouth, his lips sucking the tender nipple. 

You sigh in pleasure, one hand on his head, fingers raking through his hair. His touch is hot, burning with a desire you never thought you’d feel from him. One of his arms circles around your waist, holding you close, and you can smell a strong, woodsy musk. Yami’s scent. It’s intoxicating. 

He stands up from the stool and lifts you onto the bar so that you’re sitting on the edge, facing him, legs dangling. He pushes your dress up to your waist, then slides your modest white panties down, under your ass, and off your ankles. With them discarded, he parts your legs, and leans his face in. 

Yami devours your pussy the way he devoured the pork roast sandwiches, like he was starving, ravenous. His big, warm hands are on your thighs, holding them apart while his tongue laps at your dripping cunt. And when his lips wrap around your throbbing clit, you gasp and shudder, your hands flying to his shoulders to have something to grip. 

“Captain…” you moan out, then, in an even more breathless tone, “Y-Yami!”

It feels so good, you think you might simply dissolve into a pool of goo. He’s always seemed somewhat indifferent to women, so you assumed he wasn’t one of those playboys with tons of experience. But this is clearly not a man who has never pleasured a woman before. He’s too good at this, his tongue pressing into the exact spots that have your whole body jerking. 

When you cum, your thighs quivering in his grip, you find yourself squirting for the first time in your life. The intensity of the orgasm has you panting as Yami licks up every drop. 

You barely catch your breath before you notice Yami unbuckling his belt and opening his pants. You stare in anticipation as he pulls out a monstrously huge erection, leaking from the tip and seeming to twitch in his hand. You’re already drenched, slick with your fluids and Yami’s saliva, but taking his cock is going to be a challenge. 

Is it so big because he’s a werewolf now? Or is it always like this? Either way, you spread your legs even wider and lean back on your elbows, looking up at him expectantly. 

He grins at you. “Think you can take it?”

You smile back at him. “If not, I’ll surpass my limits,” you say, using the phrase he was famous for in the kingdom. 

He laughs heartily, then leans over you. “Ready?”

You nod, your heart racing with excitement. With his improved senses, he can probably hear it. He definitely hears your breath catching as he begins sliding his cock inside you. 

He goes slowly, carefully, giving your body time to stretch and accommodate him. You feel so full already and he’s only halfway in, but you weren’t kidding about surpassing your limits. You want him all the way inside you. 

Your legs wrap around him, pulling him closer, you slick pussy drawing him further in. God, he’s so big, so warm, you want to stay like this forever. He grunts as he finally bottoms out, his tip smushed against your cervix in a satisfying way. 

For a moment, he doesn’t move, as if he just wants to enjoy the feeling of being fully sheathed inside you, of your soft, slippery warmth wrapped around him. 

Then, he begins lightly thrusting into you, watching your face for your reaction. When you cry out in pleasure, reaching up and throwing your arms around his neck, his thrusts become deeper, harder. 

You can feel his fine fur rubbing against your bare chest, and it drives you wild. You bury your face in his neck, whimpering his name as he pounds into you, your body nearly lifting from the bar with each thrust. 

He’s breathing hard, a sheen of sweat on the parts of his skin not covered in fur, intensifying his scent. You want it to seep into your skin and mark you forever as his. His toned abdomen, with its trail of soft hair, is rubbing your body, creating the friction you crave, making your breaths come shuddering and rapid. 

With a loud cry, you climax again. Your entire body, from your arms to your legs to your silky pussy, clenches him tightly. He fucks you through it, his own muscles seeming to spasm as he suddenly groans and plunges in deep. He stays that way, absolutely buried inside you as he cums, shooting his entire hot load directly into your core. 

For several moments, the two of you remain tangled together. Then you slowly separate. He helps you down from the bar and you stand on shaky legs, not moving until you feel steady. 

Quietly, the two of you clean up, and you pour Yami another drink. 

“I hope I’m still welcome here tomorrow night,” he says, seeming just a little awkward as he lights another cigarette. 

“Of course you are!” you tell him. “You’re my favorite customer!”

He looks at you and smiles. “Oh? That’s funny. I come here all the time because you’re my favorite bartender!”

You laugh at that remark, thinking you’ll have to thank the potion maker the next time you see him. His werewolf potion may as well have been a love potion! 

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Hiya guys! Here’s another flirty prompt fic, i have a few more of these lined up and I hope you’ll enjoy them!

Word Count: 653

Warnings: Kissing, Suggestive Themes

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As you and Yuno walked down the halls of the Golden Dawn base, he couldn’t help but feel like something was a little bit off with you tonight.

You were quieter than usual; it was as though something were wrong and instead of telling him about it you were choosing to keep quiet about it and keep it all inside.

He had tried to ask you about it a couple of times during your date; but you just waved away his concern and pretended that everything was fine, which made Yuno’s concern only grow.

As you both approached your bedroom he quickly reached out and grabbed your upper arm. His grip was gentle so as to not hurt you, but was firm so you would stop walking.

“ What’s wrong? And don’t lie and tell me everything’s fine when it clearly isn’t.” He told you bluntly, his amber eyes serious yet concerned.

You turned to look at him, your eyes wide in surprise at having been ‘called out’. You opened your mouth to reply but quickly closed it again, and a soft hum left your lips.

“ I guess…I’m feeling a little insecure these days,” You admitted softly, your gaze moving away from his and instead drifting towards the floor.

Yuno frowned.

“ Insecure?” You nodded slowly.

“ Yeah…you’re a Captain now, so, I guess I feel that you should have someone that is more your equal,” You said softly, and Yuno’s eyes widened a bit.

“ Are…you trying to break up with me?” Yuno asked, his voice quiet but full of disbelief. His mind racing as he tried to think of a way to convince you not to do this, that all he wanted was you and no one else, that you were enough; that you were equal to him, if not, that you surpassed him.

But as you began to speak again, he found that he didn’t need to tell you any of that.

“ No, I’m not breaking up with you,” You began softly, your eyes slowly drifting from the ground to his face. “ It’s just…you deserve better than who I am right now; so, instead of running away, I'm going to stay by your side until I become someone you do deserve.”

You watched as Yuno’s face went from surprised to neutral again, and your heart raced anxiously as you couldn’t really tell how he was feeling or what he was thinking.

“ Is that alri-?” You began, but he quickly cut you off.

“ Stop talking,” He told you, his voice quiet and low, but there was something else mixed in that you couldn’t quite figure out.

“ What?” You asked in confusion as he suddenly pulled you towards him, wrapped one arm around your waist, and the other cupped your face gently.

“ Stop talking,” He repeated. “ Stop saying things that make me want to kiss the hell out of you.” He added, and you finally recognized what other emotion was in his voice.

It was desire.

He leaned down and captured your lips in a hesitant, but warm kiss.

Your hands gripped the front of his shirt as your lips moved against each other slowly and hesitantly; even though you had been dating for a while, you were both still somewhat nervous and hesitant with each other.

You could feel Yuno’s tongue gently trace the edge of your lip, asking for permission to enter, and you shyly gave it to him. Opening your mouth just enough for his tongue to slip through so he could deepen the kiss.

As soon as the kiss deepened it began to grow hotter, and more passionate. Yuno’s fingers moved to your hair where it became entangled, and your grip on his shirt seemed to tighten more and more.

When your two broke the kiss to get some air in your lungs you both stared at each other with quiet, but heated gazes; your eyes saying the same thing…

Bedroom. Now.

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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

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cw: self-indulgent. suggestive. baby/babymaking mention. reader and asta are married. child is named.

You’re not unused to Asta saying something outrageous the moment he walks into the door to your home, but today he’s quieter as he sets down his grimoire, soft and sweet with his hugs and kisses as he greets you, and even more calm during dinner after he’s washed up. Luna sits in his lap as he feeds her mashed potatoes and strained greens, clapping gleefully, and he’s extra tender as he handles her. He doesn’t have much to tell you of note as things are at peace currently, and as vice-captain of the Black Bulls, he would know if things were suspicious at the horizon.

Somehow, you can still tell he’s contemplating a new wrinkle of change in the fabric of your lives together.

You put Luna to sleep together, and the two year old drifts off quickly after the bedtime story the two of you deliver in tandem; Asta closes the door to her bedroom carefully, his gaze lingering on his formerly energetic, now still and pacified 2 year-old girl.

When you are both finally back in the sitting room, you leafing through a book of handy everyday spells while he occupies himself by writing letters to the many friends he’s made on his travels, the proverbial other shoe drops.

“Let’s have a baby.”

You blink, and turn in his direction, and he’s already set his parchment aside, now looking at you with expectant, hopeful eyes.

“A baby?” you repeat.

“Yeah.”

There’s a gentle tilt of his head, and now the green of his eyes seem a little bit brighter, glowing even in the low candlelight, and you can’t help but laugh suddenly, pushing your codex aside.

“Are we planning things now? Are you no longer content to just finish inside me and shrug your shoulders, letting Providence decide?”

Asta pouts but isn’t truly slighted by the implication of carelessness, instead drawing closer to you. There's a moment of pause as he contemplates and you gaze into each other’s eyes once more, then immediately he’s scooped you in his arms and you’re walking in one direction and one direction only.

The bedroom.

You don’t protest - rather, you let your arms wrap around him, as usual enamored by the very honest and direct approach he takes to any one of his actions. He’s thought about it, pored it over through his mind, the mental calculations of how to provide and how to nurture running constantly through his head. 

All he needs is you to be willing.

“I was just thinking about it earlier. I think Luna needs a sibling. She plays alone too much, plus Princess Moonbeam suddenly has three younger siblings that look up to her and follow her every move.”

Your legs wrap around his waist as he lays you down, foreheads just barely touching as you stay in an embrace. 

“Three huh? So are we planning triplets?” Your voice is a breathy rasp that scratches gently at his very soul. 

“If fate says so.”

“I thought you didn’t like whatever fate had to say.” 

Asta grins in response to your sly smile, dipping low to kiss you on the lips before rising and pulling his shirt over his head.

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ll ask fate, I’ll tell it at this point.”

As much as you’re still giggling as he descends right back on you, the two of you playful, planting kisses all over each other’s bare skin, you pause to look up at him, breathing gently for a moment. Your husband is sweet but determined-looking, with cheeks gently flushed, and desire practically dripping from his lips but part of you is hesitant. Not because you don’t want him - never that - or want another baby, but because…

“I… I just don’t want us to keep you off track, Asta. You haven’t reached your goal yet, and I know…” you pause, the words slowing in your mouth for a moment. “... I just think we’ve probably distracted you.”

“Not at all! If anything, you spur me on,” he insists. Your heart warms, but still, you think of how hard he works to love and protect you and how much of the country depends on him, and-

“I don’t want you to look away from the kingdom,” you add. Your heart thumps as the words leave you mouth, but he kisses you tenderly, and pulls back, a smile on his lips.

“You are the kingdom to me, okay? You and Luna, both.”

He kisses you again.

“And whoever’s next, okay?"

Tears are prickling at the corner of your eyes and you nod, proceeding to do whatever you want with him, perhaps your love tonight producing much more.

“Star 1, Star 2 and Star 3, right?”

His eyes twinkle.

“Exactly.”

…

By the time coronation arrives, the bump in your gown is harder to hide, but your best friend and his both know, and it’s a good omen. 

The same day, your pregnancy was confirmed, and you took your time to break the news, he had wonderful news of his own. 

Blessings added to blessings.

Luna was your lovechild, and you know have your planned baby of ascension, but you love both just the same.

[anti-android]

Hi!

Okay so about half way in I lost my train of thought when it comes to hair pulling. Praising isn't overly abundant either, but there is some teasing and banter, and he is very much tied even though he ends up being very naughty and breaking away from his constrains. Uhh... I do hope you like it in any case. As said, I lost myself here.

Pairing: Fuegoleon x f!reader (In 1st person point of view) Fanfic type: Oneshot Genre: Smut Length: ~2.5k Contains: bondage (Fue's hands are bound), oral (both giving and receiving), teasing and taunting, flirtatious banter, established relationship, aftercare, I tried to make it romantically kinky?, maybe cervix fucking if you squint???, they are very sweet to each other, so a lot of smiles and smirks, he is very naughty because he does break free from his bounds, reader riding him, no mention of protection

Tag: @late-night-gems

Dim lights. A night sky lit only by the light of the stars behind the thin sheet of glass that was the window. And a room that was quiet, if not for the few chuckles, hums and coos.

Kisses and tender touches.

The warmth of his body under mine.

His broad chest, and the strong, good heart that beats in there. The heart that I hear every time I curl up next to him, and press my head to his chest.

His jaw… the strong, well defined jaw and the smirk right on top of it. The way his lips curve and speak of how pleased he is.

Granted that he could be more pleased. Just as me. But this is a part of the play. The wait. The motions just before. And they require-, no they insist to be enjoyed just the same. As if that would somehow take away from the joy.

When in fact, it only adds to it.

“So…” his voice is low and sultry; it tastes sweet like caramel but is rich like chocolate. “What do you have in mind?”

I can practically hear the purr in his voice.

Not quite a growl.

But perhaps… perhaps in some point. A little later.

“I was… thinking…” I speak with a tease.

I’m sure he can hear it from the way the corner of his mouth tugs a little further up.

“That we … could try something… new?”

“Oh?” He smirks back.

“How would you feel…” I tug on the sash around his waist, which is slightly loosened already. “If I tied you… up?” There’s a little pop in the last word of the sentence. The words flow past my lips as I speak with a hushed tone.

And he lets out a thoughtful hum as a reply; raises his brows a little. Intrigued by the thought. Which is followed by an ever so slight purse of his lips as the smirk still lingers.

Along with the little dimple on the corner of his mouth.

“You wish to be on top?” He gives me a look from under his brow, but it is a playful look.

“Do you… have a problem with that?” I tease.

“Not in the slightest,” he chuckles with a low, quiet sound that rises from his throat. “So… it’s your plan to, perhaps,” his eyes wander onto my fingers, tugging the sash. “Wrap the other end of that around my wrists and the other to the bed?”

“Something like that?”

“I see.”

“Mhm.”

“Mhm.”

I lean forward, even if only a little, as if to contest something. While I know there isn’t anything to contest.

He could burn the piece of fabric with ease, should he wish to do so. He could easily topple me, should be feel the need. And he could… pin me down… ought he desire to do so.

But the play pretend of surrendering to my whims, unable to do anything but watch is there. The idea that he can’t touch as I ride him.

“So,” he utters while flashing a smirk. One of those… nearly devilish smirks that taste like all the things I quite dare to desire. “What is stopping you?”

“Very little,” I smirk back and pull the sash from him, as he raises his hips a little to allow me to do so. “Your clothes are a problem though.”

“Oh?” He chuckles, clearly amused by the remark.

“Well, how do you expect me to remove them if your hands are tied?” I question with a raised brow, at which he gives a shrug, adorned with the grin.

What a tease.

He likes to be a tease. At times. Too often.

Maybe.

Actually no. He’s not a tease too often.

It is a delicious treat. Just often enough at times like this.

Perhaps he enjoys being a little naughty like that.

“Hmm…” he hums, as if really thinking how I might do that. “Well, you’d only really need to remove my pants. That can be accomplished with my hands tied.”

I raise a brow at him. Because… really? Is this how he wants to play it?

Be so… difficult?

“You’re being awfully naughty”, I tell him with half of a joke.

And he laughs.

It’s a short, but deep, genuine laugh which leaves the corners of his mouths tugged high up.

“So… perhaps you ought to put me in my place?” He suggests as he lies under me.

The man who is far stronger than I am. The man who still could pin me down, should he wish to do so. The man whose smile is enough to make butterflies swirl around in my stomach. And the man whose gaze makes my heart race.

But the same man wants to be tied down and ridden ‘till sunrise.

What else am I to do, than comply with this wish?

Because even the sheer thought makes me grin. Makes me swallow as there is an exquisite treat in front of me. So much so that my head is spinning as I tie his hands to the headboard, unbutton his pants, and practically rip them right down to his ankles.

My eagerness…

It amuses him.

The laughter, the chuckle that again rises from his throat… it is intoxicating.

It makes me want to speed up. Skip kissing the length of his thighs and just… take him.

But I take my time.

I trace his skin with my teeth and tongue. Mark his skin with love bites as his breathing gets heavier. Lower. More as if velvet and taffeta.

And as my breath glides over his already throbbing, oozing cock… he lets out a growl.

“So eager… so impatient…” I taunt him, much like he taunts me at night.

But his rely is yet another growl. One that nearly makes me give in.

Nearly, but not quite.

So instead I place a kiss onto his lower stomach, and inch close to his cock. But don’t touch him. Because I’m supposed to ‘put him in his place’, am I not? It is what he requested of me, and he hasn’t-, yet, been a good boy.

Which is why I climb up and lean against the headboard.

“Lick it,” I tell him while wiggling my hips in front of his face, legs on both sides of his arms, his head in the middle of it all. And then I lower down.

I lower down and he lifts his head from the pillow to do as I tell him.

And his tongue… the first lick is strong and greedy. Like being able to provide me with some pleasure would ease his arousal. Like the way his lips latch onto my crotch would bring him closer to relief. Which, perhaps, it does in a way.

Like the way he sticks his tongue inside of me and swirls it around, making me moan, would bring him closer to heaven.

And perhaps… it does…

Perhaps he is so insatiable for that very reason.

But as I have bucked my hips a couple of times against his mouth, I pull away to look at him, and see how his chin is drenched. His chin is coated by my arousal, and there’s a spark, filled with fire, in his eyes, but a proud smile on his lips.

So, I suppose he has earned a little treat. Which is why I lower down, again, while keeping eye contact until I have gone past his waist, and his cock is there again.

Which is enough to make me salivate.

By the gods how I just-, want him in my mouth and-, just-

So I do.

First just the tip. And I lick it as clean as I can. Before I let out a savouring hum and slide my lips down the length of his pulsing, throbbing, thick, cock… Which makes him growl again.

I give him a look, and pop my head up and down.

He bucks his hips up.

And I let go of him.

“Not yet, you naughty boy,” I tell him before engulfing him again.

He tastes salty, and a bit bitter, but it is combined with something so very intoxicating that I can’t help but take him further in. As far as I can, which doesn’t do much to cover his length. And as my tongue tries to wrap itself around the underside of his cock, I suck onto him while popping my head up and down.

All thoughts leave me.

I place my forearms onto his thighs and lower my upper body, so that my ass is high up in the air, which makes him growl again. Growl from the thought of not being allowed to buck his hips up. Not allowed to position himself behind me and pound me into the mattress.

Oh no. That is reserved for another night.

But perhaps I ought to ease the fire within him, even if only a little.

So I take him out of my mouth, chest heaving as I gasp for air, and climb onto his lap while sliding my slit over the wet surface of his dick.

“Well?” I raise my brow while cupping the tip with my hand, rocking my hips to stroke him.

“Well what?” He asks back as his eyes flicker between our hips and my eyes.

“Ready?” I tease. Because I have to tease him just a little more.

“Do I not appear ready?” He half smirks, half teases back as his cock twitches under me.

“I suppose you do,” I muse with a faint chuckle of my own, and I position him against my entrance, only to slide down his length, as slowly as I possibly can from my own eagerness. As slowly as I have the patience for, while feeling him stretch my walls apart, but as his tip reaches all the way to back, the sensation is almost too much to bear.

Almost too much for my already hazy mind.

But as I look at him from behind my half lidded eyes, mouth only barely open; lips agape, I see the way he wants-, no, how he needs to rock his hips into me.

It is no longer a want for him. It is a need that aches right down to his very soul. And it is… most delicious. Decadent even. Which is why I bite my lip and move.

Which-, is-, almost too good to describe.

His warmth. Inside and out. The way he swells, and pulsates within me as my walls grasp onto him, just as desperate as I am. And I want-, I want I want I want-, to… chase my own release.

Just pop my hips up and down and just-, ram him into me.

So I do.

I crouch on top of him, spread my legs and just rock him into me as my walls squeeze him inside of me.

His eyes widen for a moment.

As he just looks. At me. Pleasing myself on his, long, hard, thick, cock that is already oozing within me. It must be.

It must be.

I tell myself it must be, as I loose whatever wits I still have left, and just-, slam my hips for one last time against him, and come undone right on top of him as the tip of his cock does a French kiss to my cervix.

"Good boy~" I tell him with a smile on my face, barely managing to make it something coherent.

And that is when he loses himself.

That is when he burns through his sash, grabs a hold of my hips, and begins to pound into me.

The sound of skin slapping into skin fills the air, but I barely register it from the deafening sound of blood rushing through my ears.

Drool drapes from the sides of my mouth as I grin widely, and he-,

Almost-,

There-, just a little bit-, more and he-

Comes.

I can feel the wave of warmth washing on top of my already built-up ecstasy, along with the sensation of being filled up by him.

And as I collapse onto his chest, burying my nose into his shirt, I can feel the rise and fall of his chest as he is trying to catch his own breath. So the sounds of our shared, ragged breaths combine in the otherwise silent room.

His hand begins to draw circles onto my back, careful and delicate. The warm, soft sensation of his flames, as if licking my skin… as if to reassure me about how he would never leave. How he couldn’t imagine a life, a future without me in it.

And the feeling is very much mutual.

Yet another thing we share. Despite our differences.

A part of me is comfortable in just… listening to the silence, and focusing on the way he oh so very gently traces the skin of my back. But another part of me wants to hear his voice again, the melody of it. The mere presence of it. If there is such a thing as presence of a sound.

“You broke free,” I note with a smile on my lips. “Very naughty of you.”

And he lets out a chuckle that is more of a puff; almost an amused scoff, but not quite.

He is amused, but not in a way that would make him blatantly laugh.

“I know,” he agrees. “But what ought I do, in a dire situation such as that. For I was devoid of you, my love,” he tells me.

And I giggle while tilting my head just enough to look at him.

“Devoid of me while you’re inside of me?” I question, but I do so with a grin.

Not that it seems to phase him in the slightest.

“I can never feel close enough to you, dearest,” he replies, as if it was a fact. Just like the colour of the sky, or the coldness of snow, or the warmth of fire.

And while one might deem it to be absurd, it is a sentiment that makes sense to me. Because how does one feel close enough to their beloved? As in, sure, everyone needs alone time from time to time, but it doesn’t mean anything when it comes to the trueness of shared emotions. And it doesn’t mean that I wouldn’t wish to spend my life getting to know him more than I already do, after all this time; that I wouldn’t wish to grow together with him. Like two trees, entwine our roots together.

So I shake my head, and settle back against his chest, into the shared silence. A silence in which nothing needs to be said. And while I do know that I wish to hear to sound of his voice again, in a moment, now all is well in the world.

At least until some tens of minutes after which we decide to be very naughty again.

Because that’s how it always goes.

He’s very naughty but so am I, when I’m alone with him.

[anti-android]

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Hiya guys! So after finding a couple of prompt lists I decided to do a few flirty drabbles for everyone based on them! As said this will all be very short, but I hope you all enjoy~!

Taglist: @kalolasfantasyworld @koneko-pi

Word Count: 620

Warnings: Kissing, Flirting, Suggestive Themes

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You and Nozel stood in the Silva library together, looking through the various books, hoping to find a hint or an answer that would help you both solve this latest mission that you had accepted.

But the longer you two worked together, the more you both began to realize why you never worked together before:

Because you both liked to bicker, a lot.

“ And why couldn’t my idea work?” You asked, your hands on your hips and your eyes narrowed sternly as you looked at your boyfriend.

“ Because it’s stupid,” He responded bluntly as he turned to face you. “ Every idea in that book has failed one way or another, and the only person that has ever actually tried the ideas from that book has been Solid.”

You gaped at him, your eyes wide and face red in shock and anger.

“ Are you comparing me to Solid right now?!”

Nozel opened his mouth but then quickly closed it again; his brain telling him that it was better not to reply to that question.

“ Good choice; now, do you have any better ideas?” You asked, and he nodded before explaining his idea to you.

When he finished, you scoffed, which made his eyes narrow.

“ What?”

“ Your idea will take too long to plan out and put into place,” You responded bluntly. “ and we don’t have that kind of time!”

A slight glare appeared in his eyes at your words, and soon an argument ensued between you.

Back and forth you both went; arguments and counter-arguments flying from your mouths. Nozel gradually moved closer and closer towards you, but you stood your ground and refused to retreat.

Before you knew it, he was standing in front of you, and as he seemed to realize it too, his voice died in his throat.

The air between them was thick and tense, but not in a bad way; in fact, it was the opposite. The tension between them was a fiery, passionate kind. They were both sticking to their guns, and they both refused to back down.

“ You know,” You began, your voice coming out low and heated as you leaned up a bit so your face was merely inches away from his. “ Maybe we should just kiss to break the tension.”

Nozel blinked in surprise for a moment before he chuckled, and a smirk appeared on his face.

“ You have no idea what you do to me, do you?” He asked, his throat dry and hoarse, but full of heat and want for you.

You smirked back at him as your hands moved from his chest to around his neck.

“ No, I have a pretty good idea,” You whispered warmly, a chuckle escaping you before you captured his lips in a heated kiss.

His arms wrapped securely around your waist as your hands moved up to his hair and became entangled in his long, silver locks. Your lips moving together sensually as you could feel Nozel moving you closer and closer to the long, wooden table that sat in the middle of the library.

You felt the back of your thighs hit the edge of the table, which made you gasp in surprise, and allowed him to slip his tongue between your lips; deepening the kiss and making it much, much hotter.

He hoisted you up onto the table, both your hands reaching around to push away all the books and papers as you laid down on it, and his body leaned down on top of yours, your warm bodies pressing against each other in a delicious way.

Luckily for the two of you, there was no one else in House Silva to hear the ‘steamy’ sounds that came from the Silva library.

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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

[anti-android]

3h & 01:09

• ol' fake couple trope • suggestive • you x captain

"Three hours?!" you exclaimed. "Ughhh..." disappointed, you turned to him and handed him your phone to show the text.

The informant texted you that the auction has been postponed for another three hours, just when you two were about to walk out of your suite.

A week-long of waiting for this moment, just to be delayed for another three hours.

Great.

Six days ago, you two were (suspiciously) assigned by the Wizard King to retrieve a cursed artefact – a pair of wedding rings – that has been stolen from a certain domain.

According to the brief he gave, the domain was a grave of a couple who used to lead an ancient town that used to be a part of the Grand Magic Zone. To stabilize the area, they had sacrificed themselves and these rings were the final seal to completely lock everything, but now that they were stolen, the domain is now leaking currents of mana that's causing its surroundings to be unstable.

To successfully and peacefully retrieve the said artifact, the two of you has to join the auction, pretending as a couple from the noble capital and for some reason, the Wizard King had managed to convince you two to be the perfect pair for this mission.

At first you tried to reason out, as it would not be healthy for your already pining self, as you have no prior experience working with another captain, but he has his way of convincing you, and now you are here.

You sighed and kicked your floor length dress that's been hugging your body for the past hour, your thigh sticking out of the slit as you walked towards the mini bar inside your suite to pour yourself a shot of alcohol.

His eyebrows arched lightly as he reads the entire text and absentmindedly followed you behind. "I just hope that the small trouble being mentioned here isn't going to interfere with the mission at hand." He said softly before grabbing your wrist just when you're about to down your drink, which he quickly stole from you, and replacing the glass with your phone. "No drinking before the mission" he said, his eyes showed a hint of amusement that betrays his stern tone.

"Just one shot, Captain serious. What are we even supposed to do for another three hours?" You retorted.

Setting the glass aside, he stood in front of the mirrored column beside the minibar, adjusting his necktie for the nth time already. "Make sure things are perfect." He answered.

You narrowed your eyes at him, looking him up and down in his tailored suit, noticing how it accentuated his features and the color of his eyes and... stop.

You shook your head lightly and cleared your throat softly "like... like how you've been checking your tie for a hundredth time already?"

"Well... I admit, I'm not particularly confident with how I did it." He answered and faced you "So what do you think?"

You gave him an amused look before eyeing his tie as if studying it closely, then you stepped forward and reached for it "You're right, it's a little crooked". You chuckled and began loosening the knot, pretending to fix the thing, which he notices right away "You're messing with me"

"Mmm, maybe. We have time anyway" you laughed lightly and proceeded to fix the tie around his neck differently. He sighed and shook his head lightly. "You're insufferable" he said, as he pinch the bridge of his pink-tinged nose.

That made you let out a soft laugh as you finished the Eldredge knot. "How about mine? Does my preparation pass your standard of perfection?" You asked while turning around slowly, giving him time to check.

He looked away with a sigh while lightly scratching the tip of his reddening earlobe. He has already checked you out earlier, maybe more than he should, but that was for quality assurance purposes, or so he told himself.

He knows though, for the past six days you've been doing it –teasing him–and two can play the game. "Almost." He answered, his tone drips with mock skepticism.

Your eyebrows furrowed in amusement "almost?" You asked, head tilting slightly to the side.

"Too red" he smirked, but with a flutter of instant regret inside his chest, he breathed in and continued "Too bold, you'll most likely attract attention than avoid it" wanting to defend his first statement, but somehow, he felt it didn't really save him.

You let out an amused huff "Are you talking about my lips?" You asked, with an eyebrow raised at him.

"What else?" He answered. It's not like he could back out from that anymore.

"Well... yours are too pale..." you trailed, a glint of mischief playing in your eyes "wanna fix that?"

Damn.

For six days, it's been getting worse. This play pretend had started awkward for the first... was it two days? No one remembers, because after that, everything else had been convincing – too convincing.

Somewhere between the shared meals, stolen glances, and playful teasing, the lines had blurred. He knew it. You knew it. Yet, neither of you had dared to address it.

And then this.

Too much.

You stepped forward, smirking. Leaning closer, slowly, just to tease him, you thought. You could see the way his pupils dilate as he kept his stance. And you find that amusing.

He kept his ground and his sharp gaze on you. His jaw tensing as he struggled to keep his restraint, but as nanoseconds tick away, so was his resolve, still you didn't stop.

You leaned closer, your breath passing through his nostrils, and unbeknownst to you, that intoxicated him.

You stopped, expecting him to back away but before you knew it, he had already closed the gap. His lips pressing against yours firmly, while his hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as though he had been holding back for too long.

It was supposed to be a quick one, but you responded, and... restraint crumbled. You slid your hand on his chest and fiercely clutched onto his collar as you pulled him closer. His hand digging on your sides as if making sure you've nowhere to go, but to where he's taking you.

Your back hit the edge of the minibar, and you softly bit on his lips, making him grunt softly. He pulled away, just a little, to continue his ministrations onto your neck, latching hungrily as if he had already lost it.

You gasped as the waves of euphoria started to cloud your mind, fingers tangling his hair, your scent filling his nostrils.

His hands roamed lower, causing an eruption of goosebumps and then a thought revisited. Was it you who asked this? 'What are we even supposed to do for another three hours?' and it made you chuckle in the midst of the sensation.

"Ticklish?" He asked, his voice raspy and thick with desire.

"Mmm-hmm" you hummed, nodding slightly with your eyes closed, not wanting to explain things further.

"I guess three hours won't be that long"

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[anti-android]

Heyheyhey!! Anon here again! Do you mind writing a scenario in which Jack’s crush absolutely adores adopting children (I’m not talking about one or two, I’m talking about an ’army’ of them, like, 6/7) ?

Like, those kids are incredibly fond of him to the point that in the future they accidentally call him ’dad’? (maybe you can end it with some smut, with Jack offering them another sibling 👀) (IM SO SORRY, THIS HAS BEEN ON MY MIND FOR SO LONG AND I’VE BEEN MEANING TO ASK FOR A LONG TIME, BUT IVE NEVER MET ANOTHER JACK SIMP BEFORE— I HOPE I CAN REQUEST AGAIN SOON, I ADORE YOUR WRITING!!❤️❤️❤️)

The Littlest Army | Jack x Reader

Okay so I ADORE Dilf! Jack. Sorry that this took so long but I'm getting back into this blog and I hope the quality is to your taste. Bon appetit.

Warnings: inappropriate use of children (Jack throws them), NSFW Under The Cut! Everything above is pretty SFW, breeding kink/unprotected yee-hawing, mention of pregnancy, I tried something new so idk

Jack has never seen this coming.

Never, in all of his 28 years of living has he seen himself as a father figure. Sure, leading a Squad that accepted 15-year-olds sometimes made him somewhat of a caregiver. More or less.

He didn't see himself as the domestic type. He could handle the young recruits, they were his subordinates after all. Of course, they were teenagers, but there still was this distance. Professionalism, as little as Jack would bring it with him at least.

Jack wasn't one to settle down, have children and drink tea in his little cottage by a lake. No, that wasn't him. Or so he thought.

Until he met you.

A pretty thing, how couldn't he notice you? Always smiling, waving at the Magic Knight with the two little bundles next to her knees.

He never meant for this to happen.

But the preparations for the Royal Knights Exam came up and everbody was oh so busy. So busy that the Captains would come from their high horses and take over the boring patrols and mediocore missions so their knights would have further time to train.

And Jack always was a working bee, anything that was preventing him from sitting hours in his office going through reports and filing documents about broken equipment and whatnot was good to him.

Really, with the way he was patrolling almost each day the cities around his base location he shouldn't be suprised he picked up on people there. He wasn't unobservant, he just didn't care most of the time.

But after almost two weeks he knew the names of the baker and the lady who spilled coffee in a rush on him. He knew the names of some children he saw running around, learning them from their mothers yelling after them. The names of some of the nuns taking care of the orphans too.

And of course, you. Sweet, temptating, captivating you.

Always running around, helping the nuns. Always running around, bumping into him. Always running around, never leaving his mind.

It was unfair. A sick kind of joke the universe played on him. But how was he supposed to resist? Resist you and your kind smile, your little giggle, and the way you'd bat your eyelashes at him. The way you silently pleaded for him to take the cookies the kids made for him.

And he did, lowering on his knees slowly while staring into your eyes. His golden eyes only leaving your captivating eyes when his knees hit the ground and he redirected his gaze to the actual kids around him.

They were loud, tugging at his robe and shoving the cookies almost into his face. He cracked a little smile, before giving in and laughing. Ruffling their hair and taking cookies, biting a chunk off and praising how good they were.

Asking if they had any help. Which of course, he knew they had. His eyes darted to you when they started laughing, telling him about how you helped with the baking but they did all the decorating themselves! Such proud little bundles of joy, cheering your name.

It made something in his stomach churn.

The way your proud eyes sparkled, the way your plump lips spread into this stupid smile that had his heart aching. How you watched over them, even with him near.

At first, he didn't think he'd ever have a chance. With how much you helped the orphanage, Jack's working theory had been that you were in training maybe. Although you didn't wear the robes, the way you'd almost always be there when he passed on his patrol and the way the children often referred to you as a big sister or mother figure was evidence for itself.

He often wondered, about the two bundles that would always be around you. If those children were just especially attached to you, or if they even were your own in a way.

And of course, you two got talking. After all the kids were amazed to not only see a Magic Knight but a Captain regularly patroling their place! And you were just making sure, that he wasn't a danger to them, or that they didn't bother him too much.

Just making sure. Definitely not being interested in the tall commoner yourself. No, that would be ridiculous.

It didn't take long for Jack to figure out that you were not really one of the sisters who worked at the orphanage. But your two adoptive kids were close friends with some of the kids there. So they'd get to see their friends and hang out and you did your part in the community. You just liked kids, helping them and being around them.

Something Jack, oddly enough, has come to appreciate more and more with every visit he paid you guys.

He soon found out that you didn't only have two kids, but four. A ridiculous amount if you ask him, not that you do but he tells you that anyway.

Oddly enough, with his attitude, you would've thought he'd start backing off. The subtle flirtatious, the little touches that lingered a bit too long. A single mother wasn't held in the highest regard in the Clover Kingdom. You didn't care, of course, you chose to take in these kids and were planning for more.

But Jack did not back off. In fact, he slowly started seeing why you liked these brats so much. Even if it was just because they never failed to make you smile in a way that nothing else could at first. Still, he worked himself up with these children. From the little awkward encounters at first, he worked his relationship with these kids up to ruffling their hair and occasionally carrying them, throwing them up, and catching them. You had to reprimand him multiple times that it was dangerous. What if a little one slipped from his hands and got hurt?

It didn't stop it though, even if he wanted to listen he couldn't with the way he got begged by some of these brats. The little ones loved sitting on the shoulders of the tall man, he just... wasn't refusing it. And of course, you did not miss the way his eyes hushed to catch yours each time, silently seeking approval.

Neither of you could really grasp it.

Jack felt a pull towards you and he couldn't resist it. And although you denied it, you could feel it too. The way your eyes would meet although you weren't even talking with each other, the way you'd know when he'd come by each day. How he'd make the kids laugh and amaze them, acting, unlike his brash and brutal reputation with the little ones in your care. The way his tongue would brush against his lips whenever he heard your little laugh.

You were irresistible to him. And so was he. It was like there was an invisible string connecting you two. It wasn't visible, hell it wasn't reasonable, but there was this clear pull toward each other and you could only try to resist for so long.

So long. Until it snapped.

Lips crashed into yours, you weren't even sure how or why it was happening but you found yourself in the arms of one of the most powerful men of the Clover kingdom.

The children's laughs and yells from playing some game faded into the background as your fingers dug into the fabric of his robe. His big hand was caressing your cheek and fingers tangling into your hair. A gasp crawled out your throat at the sensation of his teeth nibbing onto your lower lip.

It was warm. So warm.

Your breath was heavy after your lips separated, feeling like he had just kissed the air right out of you. A smile spread onto his lips, that wide, proud smile that just promised trouble.

"I figured...", his raspy voice spoke up. His face was still so very close to yours that you could feel his warm breath hitting your lips. "What?", you asked. The smile creeping on your face couldn't be more obvious. "Figured you might... need... some help with your kids?" Jack suggested in a hushed voice.

"I'm quite alright with them.", you stated amused. Jack's teeth bit down onto his lower lip ever so slightly, a gesture you probably would've missed if not for the close proximity. "But... I might need help when I get the next ones....", You whispered.

Jack's eyes visibly lightened up, the golden pool of honey gazing down at you. "Even more?" He asked, voice quiet with disbelief. "Of course. I still have plently room in my heart. And at home. I want a big family, so beware...", you whispered.

Your heart was pleading he'd be fine with it. Knowing his reputation, he probably wouldn't be. But Jack had surprised you more than once already and you'd hope he would do it again now too. You wanted him, but you still had your priorities. Your family, and the wish to extend it was more important than a little crush.

Even if it didn't feel like just a little crush.

You could hear the tall man gulp quietly before placing his lips upon you again, the kiss was shorter, softer. Your lips responded softly to his, mind easing a little that he wasn't running.

"I might have to start numbering them if you get any more..." Jack joked quietly against your lips and it actually made you laugh. He wasn't against it, he just found the amount of children one woman would adopt ridiculous. Like everybody else, just that he was offering to try it. With you. All of you, even the family.

Jack was a ridiculously good partner. The reputation he had was nothing like how you knew him. Yes, he was a little crazy, a brute but he also was the best guy you've dated.

He cared for the kids, to the point the name "Dad" slipped more than once before it really was official. When it was, your children were almost happier than you. They liked the captain, loved how he'd take them on little trips whenever you needed a pause. Or the way he made their mother laugh so cheerfully at his jokes, although they didn't always understand them. They will, when they're older, you tell them.

After you and Jack became official you adopted two more children and they were the first ones to meet Jack as their Dad, not as the awkward man stumbling out of their home half-dressed some mornings. He was a bit scared at first, own children, adopting them with you and being their legal guardian from day one felt... odd.

He never saw himself there. He thought it just was not for him. Until you.

Jack even suggested tying the knot before you, if you'd like that. He loved your kids like they were his own. Hell, they were his now. And if he rushed away after a meeting just to pick them up from visiting friends or anything he was used to the stares. After all, the magic knight captains weren't exactly unknown.

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The children weren't home, it was a rare day that the house was so quiet. Your little bundles of joy were at a birthday party with some of the children which gave you the rarer occasion of relaxing with your boyfriend.

Boyfriend. It still gave you a tingling feeling to think about it. How far you've come with him. It did not feel like you two had been together for that long, but you have.

A while back he was just a stranger doing his patrol and now he was the legal father of two from your six children. And that was only legal, the others still called him Dad. You never had thought this could happen, that you'd end up in bed with Jack the Ripper. Your back pressed against his chest as you cuddled up on the bed, spooning.

His fingertips ghosted over your hips. You couldn't remember a moment in the last weeks when you could just lie down with him and relax without anything interrupting you. As you closed your eyes you decided just to relax and ease into the touch, you deserved it. The gentle touches, the way his hand was brushing over your side and stomach.

His slender fingers traced your figure so delicately but with just enough pressure to spread pleasurable tingles across your body. The way he increased the pressure, kneading your flesh softly before his fingers continued his mindless search, fingernails sending goosebumps all across. It was causing your mouth to let loose the softest moans. His hands were warm and big, and he knew just where you liked to be touched, how you liked to be touched.

One of his hands crept up your stomach, cupping one of your tits and gently kneading there too. The sensation causes you to buck your hips back into his, your ass rubbing against his growing erection. The deep rasp of a low laugh was ringing in your eyes. His lips nipped and kissed at the nape of your neck. His lips turned up into a cocky smile as he heard the little muffled sound spilling from your lips.

Jack was slow, taking his time. No matter how often his hands would explore your body, he'd never tire of it. Although there was a thought stuck in his head. How you'd look with his child, how happy he could make you.

He bit his lip a little, trying to imagine how it would be for the little ones to get another playmate. And how you'd look, plump tits full of milk and your body getting more plush and soft. How happy he could make you, picking out names and going shopping. Having a little girl or boy that looked just like you running around the house.

And of course, he thought about how it would be to make this theoretical child. Definitely one of his favorite parts of this idea.

How your tight cunt would squeeze around his cock for everything he got. How it would be to go in raw and feel your sweet walls engulf him, squeeze and milk him. How you'd moan for him, how nice and deep he'd fuck you. Nice and deep, he would make sure it takes.

You turned your head to face Jack, your lips puckered a little and Jack did not waste a second to give you the kiss you silently asked for. His breath was heavy, his nose nuzzling against yours as he was claiming your lips with eager. It was one of the things you loved about Jack, his eagerness, his need to please. He wasn't a man who half-assed.

"I have an idea...", he mumbled with his mouth close to your ear. "Oh?" Your voice was a little amused as your hand reached back into his hair. Another sloppy kiss was shared before Jack laughed against your lips huskily.

"How about another brat, keke?" His question was voiced with lust, tone sultry making it oh too obvious what his intentions were even before he ground his hard cock against your ass. Your lips turned upwards in a little grin as you pressed back against him. "Oh?", you asked before laughing a little, "I thought I was insane for building a little army, as you have put it?"

"Let's make it a strong one." He whispered to your ear, his hands wandering to places they wouldn't belong in any more public space. "I promise I'll give you a strong addition.", he purred in your ears. A wide smile crept over his face as your sweet moans reached his ears. His fingers shamelessly toying with your clit. "I bet your brats would like another sibling."

"They probably would...", you agreed between heavy breaths. Your lips crashed against his again, your kisses eager and sloppy. Jack couldn't help but grin against your lips at the way you moaned into the kiss, his fingers wandering lower. Your slick collecting on his fingers before he pushed inside.

Jack's fingers were long, strong, and precise. His ring and middle finger worked on easing in and out your tight entrance, curling them to reach just the spot that had you bucking back into him. His thumb was still drawing sloppy and lazy circles on your clit while his mouth nipped and kissed on your throat, leaving little hickeys and marks.

He was impatient, hungry for you. His soft pace soon turned sloppy and fast, his cock rubbing against your ass through his pants. He responded to your moans with his own, your kisses getting messy, lips smashing against each other urgently.

His cock was throbbing in his pants, straining against the fabric and begging to be freed. To be engulfed in your sweet, slick walls instead of this fabric. His tongue was pushing out his mouth to get a taste of you, sweet, slutty moans that matched yours rolling off his lips.

"Can't wait to fuck you." He whispered shakingly, the pace of his fingers was still going, it was messy but unrelenting. "Then don't," you moaned against his lips.

In an instant, his hands retracted from your pants. His tall body crept over you, not even a minute after your clothes were discarded on the floor while Jack was making quick work of his own clothes. It was hot, and your vision was blurry, not like Jack felt any different from you. His vision was blurry and the only real point of focus was you.

Naked, spread out for him. Just for him. Ready to be devoured.

There was this insatiable hunger Jack felt every time he looked at you. It wasn't that bad at first, but it was there. But once you let him have a taste there was no turning back, he was hooked. Hooked on your body, your love. Hooked on you.

He grabbed your hips, pulling you closer with ease to align his length with your entrance. A gentleman, he teased you a little first, making sure his cock was covered in your juices and you were whining with your hole clenching around nothing for him. Such a gentleman, sinking his cock in slowly, making you feel every inch.

"Take me like a good girl, yeah?" He cooed at you, his lips turned upwards in a huge smile when he saw your face. You were so cute, red-faced, and heavily breathing. How could he ever resist you?

Your cunt was gripping him tightly, so tightly it was melting parts of his brain. He was only sinking in fully once and he already felt drunk off your pussy. Your sounds the sweetest thing he has ever heard.

He was breathing heavily, slowly sliding out and in, creating a rhythm that made you mewl with pleasure. Jack's eyebrows were furrowed as he tried his best, his very best not to lose his mind with the way your walls were pulsating around him and he could swear it was hypnotic or something. His kisses were sloppy and messy, hot breath coming out in short bursts.

It wasn't long after that the slow work-up did in fact not work for you two. Your sounds were loud enough to alert the neighbors, it was a good thing the kids were out. Jack couldn't control himself with the way he was fucking bullying his cock into your soaking cunt, loud squelching noises accompanied by the sound of his tight balls smacking against your ass over and over.

Your moans were lewd and loud, spilling into each other's mouths as your kisses were messy and full of tongue. Each thrust, each kiss full of lust, of desire for one another. The Captain rocked his hips into yours over and over again, his leaking cock nuzzling against all those places that had you in ecstasy. The heels of your feet digging into his lower back, trying to push him deeper.

It was almost animalistic, the way your bodies moved. His thrusts were sharp, hard, and fast. The sounds of your moans vibrating from the walls, the creaking of the bed, and the headboard slamming against the wall mixed with your voices creating a symphony of sin.

"I'm close, so close", you whined against his lips. Jack's grip on your hip tightened, his rhythm changing just a little to adjust his hip to slam in deeper, harder. Your fingers scratching his back and tugging at his hair was causing him to moan loader, to fuck into you more eagerly. His eyes were darting between your pleasure-struck face, a sight for the gods if he could say so himself, and the creamy white ring that built on the base of his cock.

"Good girl, such a pretty thing.", he praised between shaky breaths. A big grin plastered across his face, and one of his hands came up to cup your cheek. He made sure you'd look at him, basking in the sight of how flustered you got. Chest heaving and teary-eyed, a sight he'd never forget. His thrusts got harsher, forcing you to look at him while your face twisted and contorted in pleasure. The coil in your stomach getting tighter and tighter, until it couldn't hold.

A loud moan escaped your lips, thighs shaking violently as your pussy clenches tightly around his length. The sensation was too much for the tall man, his moans becoming slightly more high-pitched as his hips stuttered, rhythm losing as he fucked himself into you more desperately. You were gripping him so tightly, your cum running along his length and dribbling down your legs and he couldn't compose himself. His hips rutted and ground into you with carnal need, chasing his high until he was spurting hot, sticky streaks of his release.

The tall man was still grinding his hip against yours after a few seconds, letting his orgasm wash over him before his arms gave out. He let himself fall on you, not his entire weight at once but he still wanted to stay there, on top of you, close to you, inside of you.

"Bloody hell", he laughed quietly, breath heavy as he peppered lazy kisses to your cheek. "You think it'll take?", he asked after a moment, rolling over and wrapping his arms around you. "I think it's a little early to say", you replied amused. Jack nodded understandingly.

"Then we should just keep repeating this until we have confirmation."

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Nozel with commoner S/O reader

(I’m getting to other request as fast as I can srry if u wait long. I’m also taking haikyuu , Genshin and other anime’s requests also just leave a request pls)

- Only a few people know about you relationship. And I mean a FEW like solid and Nebra. And MAYBE noelle depending on which arc where talking about.

- Of course nozels siblings don’t like the idea of their brother dating a commoner. But neither one of them have the guts to say anything to yours or Nozels faces. And if they did they regret it immediately. They know not to test their big brother.

- You of course hate the way Nozel and his sibling treat Noelle but really there’s nothing you can do about it.

- He told you to leave it alone and then it’s family matters. But onces he got dorthey to tell you the reason why you understood to and level. Of course you’re always as nice as you can be to noelle when your around

- Nozel isn’t that big on pda in the first place. But since you’re a commoner he interacts with you even less which sometimes makes you feel like she’s embarrassed by you.

- But behind closed doors this man is has a MAJOR soft spot for you

- He doesn’t let anyone get close to you when you out in public together. Even if he acts like doesn’t care whenever he sees someone talking to you he interrupts the conversation almost immediately with some excuse that people believe because well. He’s Nozel.

- He lets you do his hair when it’s just the two of you alone

- Ofc he doesn’t wear it out like that

- There was one day you did his hair just to his liking and he wore it out

- He got lots of compliments that day and was very pleased with you.

- When it comes to missions his always with you no matter what.

- He knows you can hold you own but he won’t risk it.

- He won’t leave your side and uses his role as captain to cover it up.

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Lmao this is so self indulgent

Enjoy my Brainrot

𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑘!𝐹𝑖𝑛𝑟𝑎𝑙…

Who’s breath caught in his throat the first time he saw you.

Who’s face blushed a beautiful crimson when Yami introduced you to him.

Who was apprehensive to show you his magic, and was genuinely shocked when you were awestruck by it.

Who slowly started to fall for you more and more as the days progressed.

Who found himself going out of his way to spend time with you, and followed you everywhere, like a lost puppy.

Who is so obvious about his big fat crush on you.

Who is relentlessly teased by Vanessa and Yami, but ultimately has them rooting for him.

Who went to Magna and Luck for advice, and was actually given some pretty good tips.

Who ensures that he compliments you every time he sees you. Whether you are happy or sad, dressed up or fresh out of bed, Fin finds you absolutely beautiful, and wants you to know.

Who was shocked to discover that he no longer felt the desire to be flirtatious towards others, the action not sitting right with him.

Who loves to sit next to you and nonchalantly drape his arm around your shoulder, or “casually” play with your hand.

Who short circuited the first time that he draped his arm around you, and you leaned into his chest to relax.

Who glared daggers at Magna, when the little shit pointed out the blush dusting his cheeks.

Who adores rubbing your shoulders whenever he stands by you. The stress of being a magic knight is one he knows very well, so it brings him joy to offer you any relief that he can.

Who smiles at the way you react to the massage, simply melting into the touch, and staggering backward onto his chest.

Who gaped at you the first time that you took his hand to help calm him down, sweetly murmuring “it’s okay, I’ve got you” as you gently rubbed your thumb over the base of his own.

Who allows himself to be extremely vulnerable aground you, never hesitating to go to you in times of need.

Who will wordlessly knock on your door, and head straight to your bed. Who stares blankly at the wall, finally allowing his tears to flow, all while you run your fingers through his hair and gently hum his favorite song for him.

Who simply cannot take the thought of another person calling you theirs, and going absolutely bananas over it,

Who tucks his tail between his legs as he goes to Yami, begging for advice to cope with this, or ideas to ask you out.

Who arrived to the base the next day with a huge bouquet of fresh flowers, a dry throat, and a racing heartbeat.

Who looked everywhere but at you as he tries to sputter out a confession.

Who thought his head would explode when you cupped both sides of his face excitedly, and pulled him into a long-awaited kiss.

Who has never blushed harder than when he realized that the Bulls were all watching his scatterbrained self try to spit out a confession.

Who’s stress instantly melted away once you took his hand and smiled at him.

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Hi may I ask if you could do headcanons on William Vangeance who falls for an enemy mid-battle like the enemy has him in their trap and are just casually talking to him while he struggles to break free and they accidentally knock his mask off showing his mark and he thinks the enemy will make fun of it but their actually not bothered by it at all

Thank you I know this is super specific so if you don't want too you don't have to write for it

A/n: Hi @weebwith-problems!! Your request was very interesting and I love William so much❤️ I actually like it when requests are specific, it helps me write them better. I hope you like it☺️

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William always managed to enter the battlefield and defeat his enemies without much difficulty, using his magic. But there are times when we have to try harder and this happened on a day when he had gone on a mission with other members of the golden dawn.

He was trying to defeat his opponent, but it was proving more difficult than he imagined. In the middle of the fight they managed to catch him by surprise and use a spell to trap him and ensure he was safely trapped.

He wriggled but couldn't free his body.

They approached William and he thought they were going to kill him at that moment but that didn't seem like it was going to happen.

"You're strong, you know, William" They said looking at him and he said nothing other than his slightly confused expression

"What are you carrying under that mask? Since we've been fighting, I've been asking myself that. I'm really curious about it" They looked at him imagining what his face would look like without the mask. "Can I take a look?" They asked as they approached him

William must have been focusing on that fight and getting out of there but at the same time he was afraid that they would see his face and that they would make fun of him for it, something that reminded him of his painful past.

"Wait..." He said as he tried to free himself but they got close to him and removed his mask almost so quickly that he didn't even notice

William remained static, his body that seemed to want to run away just now, was completely still. They didn't laugh at William, they didn't make any comments about the huge scar that crossed his forehead and eyes from one side to the other.

The enemy seemed quite comfortable even after seeing his weakness.

Their hands slowly passed over the scar, the captain tried to turn his face but the hand continued to trace paths there and that comforted him knowing that they didn't seem scared by that scar.

"It's a hell of a scar" They lowered their hand and he looked at them in the eyes and they smiled tenderly. "Why do you hide it? You look pretty" They caressed his cheek

William was speechless about what was happening, he saw them as an enemy minutes ago but after that he didn't know what to think. They were the only ones who praised him for being like that and he was so grateful to have heard that.

They released them from the restraints and he fell to the ground and looked at them, they crouched in front of him and held his face.

"If anyone ever said anything bad about this scar, I'm going to kill them" They smiled and he smiled at them too. "Take your mask. I have to go, don't forget that we still belong to different sides, but I hope to meet you again one day"They got up and ran away from the captain, who looked at the mask in his hands and then at them as they walked away from the place

It had been a few days since that meeting and he couldn't forget the way they were so kind to him. He just hoped to see them again and under different circumstances so he could talk with them.

He didn't really realize it but the truth is that he fell in love in that moment when their fingertips caressed his skin so gently.

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currently thinking about bakugo “it’s not that deep” katsuki.

katsuki’s got a temper that makes him more chalant than not, but when it comes to everything else the blonde is relatively…unreactive. it’s not like he tries to be that way, he just has to be. when you’re surrounded by idiots like denki & sero on a daily basis, you eventually learn to choose your fucks & allocate them wisely.

“bakugo, class 1-B’s been hogging the hero equipment—how do we train now ?”

“it’s never that deep, tape face. just go later y’dumbass”

“bakubro, i think my situationship just blocked me—“

“literally just move on. really not that serious.”

the phrase has practically become katsuki’s signature one liner. so it’s a shock when his friends make you realize you’ve never actually heard the words from his lips.

“katsuki ? and nonchalant ? in the same sentence ? you must be joking.”

mina & sero are watching outer banks with your laptop while denki & kiri glance at each other in confusion. “you’re serious? he’s never said stuff like that to you ?”

“like ever?”

“never.” you run a brush through your hair. “though i guess i could imagine him talking to you guys that way.”

“double standards go crazy” mina mumbles. “real.”

“no, guys—all hope is not lost. it could be that y/n is really rational so he never has to say it, you feel me ?”

you scoff, but denki keeps talking, “we can test this out. just get y/n to act really dramatic and see how bakugo reacts.”

sero pauses the episode, ignoring the scowl that graces mina’s lips. “fifty bucks there really is a double standard and bakugo won’t act all nonchalant.”

“fifty bucks ? that’s half my salary!”

“not my fault you work at mcdonald’s dawg. you guys in or what ?”

kiri’s quick to strike the deal on kaminari’s behalf. denki’s about to protest when the fiery blond walks in.

“disgusting. why are you all sitting around like degenerates? not you baby.”

“what happened to ‘hello, how are you?’”

“hi ‘suki.” you purr, ignoring sero. katsuki dips his head to peck your lips, a quiet ‘hey pretty’ mumbled into your cheek.

sero snaps his fingers at the display of affection. “excuse me? in front of my obx?”

“the one you’re watching with my netflix subscription?” bakugo snaps the laptop shut and mina protests with a mouth full of popcorn. you’re about to playfully defend the duo when kirishima nudges your elbow. he cocks his head towards bakugo and you understand immediately.

“katsuki,” you tug at the hem of your boyfriend’s sleeve & look into his eyes with the most tender expression you can muster. “i’m out of lipliner.”

“okay ?”

you hear a snort and you know it’s from sero.

“there’s nothing ‘okay’ about it ‘suki. i need a new one or else i’ll literally die.”

bakugo’s brows knit in confusion. “is this your way of begging me for money?” he begins to dig at his wallet and you swat his arm away.

“beg is insane.”

“i don’t need your money.” you snap. “i need my lipliner. now”

“just order—“ “now.”

“what do you mean now? it’s almost nine pm, where the fuck are you going ?”

“nowhere. i just need it.”

“do you have a fever ?” “katsuki!”

“i need it now ‘suki,” you hug your arms around his body and place your chin on his chest. “if i don’t get it right now i’m literally gonna cry.”

your lips jut into a pout. you can tell he’s about to protest so you take his palm into your own. “it’s not that—fuck. whatever. where the hell are my keys ?”

he gently nudges you off him before grabbing the car keys off the front table, a string of grumbles leaving his lips as he sets out on the side quest regardless. he shuts the door behind him & suddenly the room buzzes back to life.

“y/n your pussy cannot be that good.”

“literally what i’m saying bro.”

“ho did you use rose quartz on him ??”

“i always knew you were a witch for real.”

“this whole interaction just piss me off.”

“i’m going home. denki and kiri, you owe me fifty bucks each.”

“EACH ?”

( bonus )

it’s nearly half an hour later & katsuki isn’t back so you’re starting to get worried. sero and the gang have already left, leaving you to deal with the growing anxiety by yourself. you finally decided to text your boyfriend only to find he’s sent you several messages already:

© ─ heartkaji ; do not steal, copy, edit, translate or reupload

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ONE OF THE GIRLS. (1/2)

ft. izuku, katsuki, shinsou, & tamaki smau: you overhear them describe their ideal type that happens to be nothing like you, you begin distancing yourself, only for them to notice and demand to know why (pre-relationship)

˖⁺‧₊˚ warnings: implied fem reader, angst, requited unrequited love, miscommunication

˖⁺‧₊˚ note: i made it shorter this time😼

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Having the Number One pro hero as your boyfriend is not easy.

Especially when you're a pro hero yourself.

And especially when your relationship is supposed to be a secret.

And even more especially when your boyfriend needs to be around you every second of every day like his life depends on it.

Izuku's a sweet man, he always has been and always will be. But sweet isn't even close to the word someone could use to describe how he treated you. In fact, even infatuated wouldn't be sufficient.

But Izuku's love has a price. He knows you can damn well defend yourself (trust me, he probably knows best after you almost stabbed him by accident when he came home in the middle of the night with no warning)—but still, he worries.

Which is why, much to his chagrin more than your own, you kept your relationship hidden from the public.

But like I said, Izuku's love for you is a force stronger than One for All itself.

So you can imagine this 'secret relationship' thing didn't really work out..

It was after a mission, a big operation in the city - the heroes had won but barely.

You were all exhausted.

And your boyfriend Pro Hero Deku more than most.

You were talking with a reporter, trying to reassure the civilians that everything was now resolved, when Izuku stumbles over and just starts peppering your face with kisses tiredly, the battle taking so much out of him that he forgets where he is.

he just wants his baby :(

All you can really do is stand there and take it, face bright red as a stunned cameraman and civilians start snapping photos and taking videos of the affectionate pro hero.

...Good thing you can defend yourself.

A/N: Deku's not one of my favs heh but he's such a sweetheart we need more loverboys in the world 😔

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