#[ he's kinds and strong and gentle and ugh

[cathymee]

ughhh something that never fails to make me so emotional is when i encounter that video on my feed of the baby that looks like mj watching the actual baby mj performing on the ed sullivan show and the comments would always be sooo warm. saying things like 'that's michael the 2nd time around treat him right this time'. 'get your childhood back mike' and um. 🥺🥺

[sugawhaaa]

ATEEZ'S HANDS

☆--------And how they use them on you

Warnings!! SMUT

Pairing:: ot8!ateez x fem/gn reader

Ateez h/c masterlist:: 💋

Hongjoongs hands aren't very big so how can he use them to assert some kind of dominance? Ah, perfect, torture the fuck out of you. His hands are like a torture device to you, gently grazing his fingertips along endogenous zones and inching right around your intimate parts but not quite making the commitment.

Also putting his fingers in your mouth 🥴 he wouldn't be too forceful with it but it's the principle of the matter.

Beautiful ass hands. Sleek, slender, ugh 😩 his touch is so so so gentle, feather-light. He'd use his hands similar to Hongjoong, hovering around those spots that make you squeal but never fully committing. When his fingers finally get inside he abuses that "come hither" motion so much 🥴

He loves to trace your lips with his thumb before kissing you and when he's flirting with you. Gang I'm tweaking out. He also loves to give you princess treatment which his gentle hands become handy, gently holding your ankle when helping you take off your heels, giving you back messages that may or may not turn sexual 🥰

We all know this man's hands are fine as hell so this might be a little short bc I don't like to repeat what everyone says but EVERYONE SAYS EVERYTHING because he's so fine. Just fingering. Fingering, fingering, fingering, with this man 😫 his fingers hit so deep and scoop up your pleasure so perfectly. Also stuffing his fingers in your mouth when he fucks you from behind, basically choking you out.

Pining your wrists 🥰 just holding you down in general when you're misbehaving. You're wiggling away in pleasure, he'll grab your thighs and pull you right back. Also when you're in a situation where the two of you have to be quiet he aggressively holds his hand over your mouth, like you cannot breathe 😁

...we do not talk about this enough as a society. I'm gonna be using the first photo for most of the inspo 😁 yeosang is hella strong all the way through his arms to his hands so fingering with him is hard go live through. A lot of squirting...a lot. Also, a lot of people don't picture Yeosang like this, but groping>>> your thighs, ass, tits, whatever makes you feel best. He loves to massage the plush skin between his fingers so deeply.

And he also abuses the "Come hither" motion as well, though he is more of a thrusting person. Like I said earlier he's so strong in his arms so doing things like holding you up in his arms and intertwining your fingers with his is a yes 😍 when he's being a lil subbie he grips everything like his life depends on it. Clawing the bedsheets, grabbing your wrist, pulling his or your hair...

Woo here we go 🥴 we have another torture device up in here. Tracing your jawline with his fingertips, gently inching to your neck before wrapping his fingers around your throat. He isn't always aggressive when he grabs your neck. Sometimes he's cutting off your blood circulation and other times he's very gentle, just holding his hand there to remind you who is in charge.

Another groper up in here, but ass. Lifting you up closer to him by your ass or just spreading your cheeks out before fingering you. Most of the time though he's very gentle with his hands, its his beefy arms you have to fear...

Lord have mercy. The third photo is an actual photo of his hands. Just imagine his hands sliding up your arm to meet your hand while he fucks you from behind, groaning and growling all kinds of dirty words into your ear. Another groper, like the groping trio, he loves anything meaty (you can't convince me this man wouldn't love sex with a chubby girl) tits, ass, thighs, anything thar jiggles is now in his fists.

He's an aggressive ass fingerer as well. He'd get right up in there and pound his fingers into you until you fold in half. Also another choker, except he's only ever aggressive or doesn't do it at all, all or nothing per se. He likes to put his fingers in your mouth as well, especially when fucking you from behind.

Deep breaths...based on the fourth photo he's one of those guys to hold your lower abdomen as he fingers you, maybe even applying a little weight to make you squirm and kick your feet. He's all about fingering, flicking your clit, "come hither" motion, pounding, squriting everything you can imagine. He likes to finger you from behind too, maybe having a little collar to lift your head back as he fingers you.

He likes to tease those sweet spots and hold your throat as well. When he's got you tied up in something he loves to yank on it, twisting the ropes or chains between his fingers and around his hands.

Groping...100%. I can see him hitting it from the back and bringing his hands around front to grope your tits 🥴 and bring his hand down a bit to finger your clit while he fucks you. He likes to hold your jaw up as well, helping you tilt your head back onto his shoulder...

Hand-holding during sex is a big thing for him too, holding your hand beside your head against the pillow while he pounds into you. Also tracing his fingers on your lips too, especially before actually diving into the fun...

[katsukistofu]

pls write more megumi!!!! i love how you wrote your recent fic ugh hes so perfecttttt

your wish is my command <3 tysm for enjoying sweetheart i’m glad you liked it ! :)

here comes the sun

contents ౨ৎ ⋆ m. fushiguro x fem reader. fluff. ★ car rides are more bearable when they’re with you.

It’s barely five minutes into the drive and Megumi’s already thinking that Itadori needs to have his license revoked. For life.

His hand darts over to cup the side of your head with a gentle yet firm grip, almost reflexively at this point, stopping you from hurling into the sidedoor after a particularly nasty jostle, for the third curse-forsaken time in a row.

“I think you missed running over a curb back there.” Megumi says dryly in the direction of the front seat.

A cool, summer breeze ruffles his hair as he carefully readjusts your head so instead of lolling to the side, it’s resting on his shoulder. There. That should be much more comfortable for you.

“Hey!” Itadori protests, hands a bit shaky on the wheel. He’s wearing pajama pants with little Spider-mans on them. “I’ve never been in a fancy car without a roof. I’m just getting used to her, that's all.”

“Her?”

“Yeah. Donna.”

Megumi arches a brow. “You named the car.”

“I mean that’s what sensei called her.”

“…Of course he did.”

“Can you two shut up?” Nobara hisses. She’s clad in her own Powerpuff Girl pajamas and Her eyes are still covered by the pink sleep mask that came as a matching set with your pants but you gave it to her instead . “We’re trying to sleep.”

“You are. She’s been knocked out.” Itadori points at you, who’s clinging onto Megumi’s arm like a koala.

“Only because I made sure you wouldn’t wake her up with your shitty driving.” Megumi scowls, curling a protective arm around your waist as the car swerves a little too far left for his liking. His Batman pajama pants brush against your Hello Kitty ones as his thigh bumps against yours, and if you were awake he knew you’d make a joke about them kissing.

“Eyes on the road, idiot.”

Itadori huffs and turns back around to face the wheel. Thankfully you’re still snoozing away, although the way you’re nuzzling into his neck is starting to make him feel a little warm.

Maybe he should have taken his jacket off and put it on top of your blanket.

They pass a herd of cows and Megumi can’t help the upward tug of his lips, remembering your excited squeals when they passed one earlier just an hour ago, chanting ‘Gumi look, Gumi look!’

“I see them,” he had said, more focused on readjusting your seat belt that had somehow unbuckled itself.

With a grin you pointed to a pair that was grazing near a patch of berry bushes. “Those two kind of look like us.”

He finally looks up after making sure you’re safely fastened, hand still softly resting on your waist.

“You’re right, one looks like it doesn’t even know it’s eating grass.”

The pleasant memory of your giggles are drowned out and he narrows his eyes as of course, Itadori and Nobara choose that moment to crank up the radio. It’s a band he never cared for, but remembers the name of along with the lyrics to a few songs because he knows they’re your favorite.

“Turn. It. Down.” Megumi mouths at them, but it’s too late and you’re already starting to blearily open your eyes. The boy that has you tucked beside him sighs in defeat.

On your side of the car, the sun is starting to set and it casts a soft, golden glow like a blanketed halo on your cheekbones down to the tip of your nose, to your cute lips. The rays caress your face in a way he only does in the privacy of his room, with you gently pinned underneath him.

“Hey, sleepyhead.” Itadori grins, handing his phone to you. “Can you check if I’m going the right way real quick?”

You lean forward and blink against Megumi’s strong arm that’s suddenly in front of you, still half-asleep.

“Don’t tell her to do it, dipshit, she just woke up.” He glares at Itadori, taking the phone from him instead and taps the screen a few times. With his head leaning to the other side once he rests back into his seat, he wordlessly makes space for you to rest yours on his shoulder again and you do so happily.

“You were supposed to make a U-turn ten minutes ago.” Megumi deadpans as you yawn, still drowsy from your nap.

“Oh fuck.”

The four of you are finally at the picnic site, after what seems like driving for hours.

“Megumi!” You bound up to him like an overexcited puppy, and he bites back a laugh at your eagerness to show him whatever you found. “Close your eyes.”

If it was Itadori or Nobara, he would have definitely asked “Why?” before they pulled another one of their endless pranks on him but since it's you, he shuts them.

There’s a cool sensation that glides against his ear, and he realizes it’s a petal. You’re tucking a flower into his hair, you must’ve found it under the tree where they parked. His eyes flutter open and he’s met with your familiar, adoring stare that never fails to twist his stomach into knots.

“It’s a peach blossom. Pretty, um, like you.” You mumble, suddenly shy as he gazes down at you with the barest hint of a teasing smile tugging at his lips.

No one’s around, Itadori and Nobara have long gone to find the perfect spot to set down the blanket, and Megumi brushes a quick kiss to your temple.

“Thank you.”

The peace of the afternoon is short lived when he walks with you to meet up with Nobara and Itadori, who have somehow attracted a group of ducks from the nearby pond. One nips at Itadori’s butt, who narrowly manages to dodge it while Nobara is holding her Balenciaga purse high out of the feathered menaces reaches. “Stop that, this was almost two hundred thousand yen!”

Megumi rolls his eyes and barely manages to stifle a snort. He holds your own purse that he’s been carrying this whole time steady for you as you dig into it and whip a paper grocery bag out.

“I have lettuce, don't worry guys!”

His midnight blue eyes glint with fondness as they follow your figure when you bend down to feed the ducks and kindly lead them away from the food that’s sprawled out on the picnic blanket, talking to them like you would with a baby kitten.

Oh he’s going to kiss you breathless later.

Nobara and Itadori nearly fall to your feet. “Our savior!” They cry in unison and you laugh, patting them both on the back. Your best friend then gets up and smacks Itadori with the side of her bag.

“I told you we should have left the chips in the car! Those ducks could have choked to death and it’d all be your fault.”

Your other best friend pouts. “But they were pizza flavored, I wanted to savor them under the flowers!”

“Ew.” Nobara says, already shoving one of them in her mouth, and she holds another chip up to your lips for you to try. “They taste gross, right?”

You chew thoughtfully, and sneak your hand into the open bag to get a few to feed Megumi. “Hm. Could be better.”

“Yeah it's kind of lacking,” Megumi says, his soft lips brushing against your fingers as he takes his another cautious bite.

“Don’t you three say that with your mouth full!”

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So the car got towed.

Gojo’s fuming and Megumi’s pretty sure he’s going to try grounding the four of you, but with a simple bribe of his favorite zunda and cream kikufuku courtesy of your culinary skills his forgiveness is easily attainable.

He absentmindedly wonders if you knead the delicious dough you make from scratch the same way you randomly pinch his cheeks.

The glow of the passing streetlights behind him reflects in your eyes like a thousand tiny, shooting stars and when he looks into them he swears he can see the Milky Way. They’re fighting to stay open after you tiredly slump onto the train’s last empty seat, sandwiched between Nobara and Itadori’s already dozing forms who were scrolling through nail art ideas with you just moments before as he occasionally made comments when you prompted him to, “Would look cute on you” and “That color’s nice” falling from his lips. His eyes soften as he looks at you.

“Gumi…” You softly murmur and his head perks up.

“Yeah?” He leans in closer to hear you, and bites back a chuckle as you mumble something unintelligible. “It’s okay, go to sleep. I’ll stand here and watch you guys.”

“M’kay. ‘Night ‘night, love you.” Is all you whisper before passing out.

“I love you too,” Megumi mutters under his breath, low enough so that it falls on no one else’s ears in the car. You can’t hear him because you fell asleep before you could, but he doesn’t care, he says it anyway and hopes that as his words linger in the air it brings you sweet dreams.

He notices the faint goosebumps on your thighs and takes off his jacket in one swift motion to cover your lap. You’re wearing a shorter skirt than usual today, and like hell he’d let you freeze because of the train’s air conditioning.

His burning eyes flick up from your unaware, adorably blissful face to shoot a scathing glare at the man who’s been glancing your way since you got on the train, and steps closer to shield you entirely from his view. The intimidated stranger looks away quickly, and a small, victorious smirk makes it way across his lips.

That’s right you were his girl, and he’s going to make damn sure everyone knows that.

[redflagshipwriter]

Check Yes Chapter 7 part 2

Masterpost

Jason pulled his phone out of his back pocket when they were just a couple minutes away from the planetarium. Danny stopped talking and he shook his head. “No, no, go on,” Jason reassured. “I just need to make sure that Duke didn’t start a fire. What was that about catastrophic depressurization?”

He genuinely paid attention to what Danny was saying and swiped open his message to check that there was no problem. It was weird for Duke to message him so soon after they’d left, so it was worth checking out but probably-

“Ugh.” Jason showed Danny the phone.

Danny’s lips moved when he read. It was, Jason thought, really goddamn cute. “Nosy sibling?’ he asked. His brow scrunched up. “Hiding on your balcony? Aren’t you really high up?”

“Yeah, but you can’t keep Dick out of your place for love or money. It’s not even worth the headache of trying to brother-proof it.” Jason waved his phone a little. “I’m going to tell him to pretend that he doesn’t know Dick is there, and ask him to let us know when Dick is gone.”

“But we promised Duke dinner.” Danny frowned and bobbed a little. Jason absently put a hand on Danny’s ostensibly human head to keep him from lifting up too high. It was adorable as fuck but it was also kind of noticeable. They didn’t need to deflect an attempt to kidnap him and sell him on the metahuman trading market. 

‘That would work, though,’ Jason realized. In the back of his mind he composed a plan that would draw out the operation he knew damn well was operating somewhere in his city. 

He crossed it out in the next instant. Danny was not a Gotham vigilante. He was absolutely not asking his date to play bait in order to draw out human traffickers. That was not second date material.

Fifth date, maybe?

No. Bad. Danny probably had trauma from whatever had killed him. Jason shook the work-thoughts away, unreasonably irritated with himself for acting like fucking Bruce. Not everyone in his life was a tool or ally in the fight against evil. He needed to be gentle with Danny. 

He managed to straighten out his expression before Danny looked back at him with his big doe eyes. Aww. 

“Are you sure this is fine?” Danny broke eye contact. “It’s kinda nerdy and all that. We could do something else like go to an arcade or bowling or-”

“This is fine,” Jason reassured him. ‘But man, we should hit the arcade next time. What are your thoughts on phasing your arm into the crane game?”

“I have no scruples,” Danny said cheerfully. He latched onto Jason’s arm and Jason’s brain shut off. “Fuck the man.”

“Ahuh.” His voice came out hoarse. He didn’t look down. He couldn’t look down.

“I would steal,” Danny continued contemplatively. “I would go full Catwoman, I think.”

Jason closed his eyes and tried to find a convenient well of inner strength. He didn’t find one. He instead found his best guess as to what Danny would look like with cat ears on. Motherfucker. He picked up the pace as best as he could without shaking off the oddly cool weight attached to his arm. He desperately searched for something neutral to say. “The whip too?”

That wasn’t it. That was not the neutral topic change he wanted.

“I think I could rock that.” Danny sounded confident about it, too. “On account of how slinky and sexy I am.”

“I would say more cute,” Jason corrected.

Danny’s expression went a little flat and his grip on Jason’s arm tightened enough to convey danger. “Cute,” he echoed. “I’m so strong it’s not even funny, buddy. I am not cute. I am a perfect specimen of masculine athleticism.”

“You’re adorable, even,” Jason said, because starting a fight was much better than risking where the hell that conversation had been going. 

“Spoken like a man who wants a piggyback ride to the planetarium.” Danny let go of his arm for a millisecond and adjusted his footing for more stability. Jason reacted to sensed danger and darted away, across the sidewalk, before Danny could grab him.

He took an instant to picture that scenario. He extrapolated how he would feel if Danny picked him up and carried him up the eight flights of stairs to the planetarium, and exactly how many T-shirts Barbie would have the camera stills printed onto.

‘At least 5 shirts. Her, Steph, Cass, Timbo, Dickhead. Duke may or may not support me.’

Jason booked it, sprinting at top speed. He heard Danny shout “Oi! Come back here and take your piggyback ride like a real man!”

“No thank you!” he yelled over his shoulder with a laugh. He dodged a crowd of pedestrians and vaulted over a toddler on the sidewalk. Danny shrieked in delighted outrage at the sight. 

[greengoblinswifey]

Ugh imagine Nicholas being so intensely obsessed with you and when he finally has you within reach (sees you a party wearing a tiny dress) he cannot hold back and proceeds to drive you to his house where he makes you his.

Nicholas Chavez x Fem!Reader

warnings— possessive!nicholas, grinding, ass slapping, fingering, choking, marking, oral(f&mreceiving), praise kink, slight degradation, daddy kink, unprotected sex, creampie.

a/n— feeling generous so I took a break from studying to write this, enjoy <3

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The dress in question, a shimmering white, body-hugging, with a daring plunging neckline and a thigh-skimming hemline was the kind of outfit that demanded attention. Nicholas had been watching you for months, his obsession growing with each encounter. Whether at parties or casual get-togethers, he couldn’t tear his eyes away. His gaze lingered on your curves, the way your laughter lit up the room, and how effortlessly you commanded attention without even trying.

Tonight, however, was different. When you walked in wearing that dress, he couldn’t stay in the shadows any longer. His heart pounded as his eyes roamed over you, sucking in the way the fabric clung to your body. He leaned against the wall, his tall frame tense, jaw clenched, and his usual composed demeanor wavering.

“God,” he muttered under his breath, his fists clenching as he tried to calm himself. “Does she even realize what she’s doing to me?”

You were fully aware of his presence. How could you not be? His heated gaze had practically burned holes into you all evening. But you played it cool, pretending not to notice, though a small smile played at your lips as you felt the weight of his attention.

When he finally crossed the room toward you, there was no hesitation in his stride. Standing close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off him, he tilted his head down, his dark eyes locking onto yours. “Do you have any idea how hard it’s been to stay away from you?” he said, his voice low and rough.

You arched a brow, trying to suppress the shiver his voice sent through you. “Oh? And what makes tonight so different?” you teased, tilting your head slightly.

His eyes flickered to the plunging neckline of your dress before meeting your gaze again. “That,” he said, gesturing subtly. “And the fact that I’m done pretending I can resist you and just obsess from afar.”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, leaning in a bit closer. “Took you long enough,” you replied, your voice dripping with playful confidence. “I was starting to think you’d never grow some balls.”

His lips twitched into a smirk. “Trust me, I’ve been waiting for the right moment. But you make it impossible to wait anymore.”

Nicholas didn’t hesitate. The moment the soft, sultry music filled the air, he reached for your hand. His grip was firm yet gentle, guiding you toward the dance floor. The lights were dim, the rhythm slow, and it felt like the world had melted away, leaving just the two of you.

You swayed your hips against him, feeling his growing bulge as he struggled to maintain his composure. His hands found your waist, strong and possessive, pulling you closer. The connection between you was undeniable, a silent confession of months of unspoken longing. When his hand brushed against the neckline of your dress, fingers ghosting over your chest it was as though something in him snapped.

His breath was heavy against your ear. “Let me take you back to my place,” he murmured, his voice raw and desperate. “I can’t fucking do this anymore. I need you.”

You looked up at him, your lips curving into a teasing smile. “What took you so long to admit it?”

Hand in hand, you both slipped out of the event, his grip on you firm and protective. He opened the car door for you, his eyes shamelessly taking in the sway of your hips and the way your dress hugged your figure. “Get in,” he said, his voice low and rough, barely hiding the desire coursing through him. The second he slid into the driver’s seat, he turned to you, cupped your face, and kissed you. It was urgent, consuming, a kiss that spoke of months of restraint now broken.

“Just wait until we’re back at my place,” he said against your lips.

During the drive, his hand found your thigh, his touch sending shivers down your spine. He glanced at you periodically, his gaze both adoring and smoldering. “You’re unreal tonight,” he said softly, his fingers brushing higher and higher.

“I’ve never seen anyone look this stunning, like you stepped out of my dreams,” he murmured, his hand sending waves of heat where it lingered.

You parted your thighs slightly, your pulse quickening as his fingers brushed the edge of your lace thong. He let out a low groan, briefly gripping the wheel tighter. “You’re going to drive me insane,” he muttered, his voice low and gravelly.

His eyes darted between the road and you, his desire barely contained. The further he drove, the bolder he became, sliding his hand higher with each passing moment.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, stealing a glance at you as his fingers inched upward. “I can’t believe I’ve waited this long.”

The desire in his words made your breath hitch. You shifted in the seat, his hand grazing your skin with deliberate slowness. When his fingers found the thin band of your thong and ripped it off, you gasped softly, your eyes meeting his.

“Oh, you’re not playing any games tonight,” you whispered, half breathless.

He shot you a sharp glance, his lips curving into a smirk. “Not a single one.” His focus returned to the road, but his hand stayed, his touch moving to your clit, drawing heat throughout your whole body.

As he rubbed his fingers against your clit, the friction and pressure sent a shiver down your spine. You couldn’t help but moan, your head leaning back against the seat, caught between the sensations and the awareness of how close you were to his home.

“You’re so fucking perfect like this,” he said, his voice filled with desire. His fingers moved more purposefully as two slipped inside your pussy, and you reached down to grip his wrist, a soft whimper escaping your lips.

He glanced at you, his jaw tightening. “Fuck princess, I need to get you home,” he growled, his tone strained. The car picked up speed, the urgency in his movements reflected in the way he handled the wheel.

“You’re so goddamn tight, fucking cum for me,” he murmured and you felt yourself unravel around his thick fingers, just as the gates to his place came into view.

Nicholas barely had the car in park before he was out and at your side, opening the door. His hands were on you instantly, lifting you effortlessly. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as his lips captured yours, hot and insistent. The faint taste of wine lingered between you as you clung to him, your fingers threading into his hair.

He pulled back just enough to catch his breath, his eyes lust filled as they met yours. His hand came up and he sucked his fingers clean, a low moan rumbling in his chest. “You taste just as good as you look,” he muttered, his voice heavy with admiration.

He pushed open the door of his house with his shoulder, his lips finding yours again. Between deep kisses, he murmured, “Do you have any idea how fucking hot you are?” His voice sent a thrill through you as the two of you stumbled into the kitchen.

Before you realized it, you were on the cool surface of the kitchen island, his hands roaming over you, his eyes devouring the sight of you sprawled beneath him. “This dress,” he murmured, hiking it up slowly, his hands sliding along your thighs, “you look so sexy in it.”

Your hand found its way back into his hair, gripping as he trailed kisses down your abdomen and thighs. He paused, his breath hot against your skin as he looked up at you. “You’re so wet for me,” he rasped, his voice thick with need. “God, I need you.”

He leaned down to your pussy, his mouth moving with purpose, and the sensation had you gasping, your back arching slightly. You could feel his urgency, the way he was completely consumed by you. Lost in pleasure, you knocked over a bowl of fruit, but neither of you noticed.

“You’re so good at this,” you breathed, barely able to form the words as the pressure built. His praises were constant, his voice a deep hum against your pussy as his tongue worked to make you cum. When he slipped a finger into you, your head fell back, a moan escaping your lips as your pussy tightened.

“Just cum for me princess, I know you want to,” he whispered, his voice soft but commanding, and you did. Your back arched off the island as he held you steady, his tongue on your clit unrelenting until you were completely undone beneath him.

“Let me make you feel good too,” you whispered, eyes low and seductive. Your legs were wobbly as you slipped off the island, then pushed Nicholas against it.

“You’re so cute trying to take control like this,” he chuckled.

You rolled your eyes and fell to your knees, staring up at him with big doe eyes, fumbling with his pants and swiftly pulled them down revealing his evident arousal. He was thick and long, surely to fuck all the right places you so desperately wanted him to all these months.

“God, I’m fucking obsessed with you,” he gasped, staring down at you as your soft hands took ahold of his hard cock.

He bit his lip, his dark eyes smoldering as they remained fixed on you. His gaze traveled down slowly, his chest rising and falling as he gripped the edge of the kitchen island behind him. “God, I’ve dreamed about this,” he murmured, his voice husky and almost trembling with restrained control.

You glanced up at him, your lips brushing against his cock and he let out a ragged groan, his head tilting back slightly. “You’re incredible,” he breathed, his fingers twitching as if fighting the urge to reach out. Finally, he gave in, one hand in your hair, gentle yet firm. “I knew you’d be a good cock sucker,” he whispered, his voice dropping lower, “especially after watching you all night in that tiny dress.”

A low moan escaped him as he glanced back down at you taking him deep in your throat, his brows furrowed in sheer pleasure. “You’re a filthy whore. You’ve been teasing me,” he admitted, his thumb brushing lightly along your jaw, his movements in sync with your rhythm. “All night, you’ve had my dick hard and I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”

You responded by going deeper, the sound of you gagging on his dick filling the room. His hand tightened in your hair, but the grip was never rough it was controlled. “You’re amazing,” he moaned again, his voice barely audible over the sounds of your tongue swirling over his cock. “Just like that—I want you, just like this.” His hips snapped forward instinctively, his restraint starting to slip.

He let out a deep moan, his free hand clutching the counter now, his knuckles white. “Open up that throat for me,” he urged softly, his voice breaking slightly. You obeyed, and his praise came again, this time softer, warmer, like he couldn’t believe this moment was real. “You’re perfect,” he rasped, his tone full of gratitude and hunger.

When he finally came down your throat, his cock throbbing, his breaths were uneven, and he whispered your name like a prayer, his hands sliding to cup your face gently. His thumb brushed your cheek, and he murmured, “You’re everything I’ve dreamed of.”

He lifted you effortlessly, his strong hands gripping your thighs as your legs wrapped around his waist. His touch was firm, yet reverent, he couldn’t believe you were in his arms. “This ass looked so good tonight in this dress,” he murmured against your ear, his voice deep and gravelly. “I followed your every move. You were driving me insane.”

As he carried you upstairs, his hands squeezed your ass, followed by playful slaps that had you giggling softly. When you reached the bedroom, he paused, letting his eyes roam over you one more time. “It’s a pity I have to take it off,” he said, his fingers lightly grazing the straps of your dress. “But I bet seeing you naked is even better.”

He set you down gently, taking a step back as he began to strip out of his own clothes. Each layer revealed more of him, broad shoulders, sculpted chest, and a toned abdomen that looked like it had been carved from marble. He was breathtaking—his muscular frame illuminated by the soft glow of the room. “You’re fucking hot,” you whispered under your breath, your cheeks heating as he smirked in response.

When he turned to you, his gaze softened, though the desire in his eyes was evident. He reached for the hem of your dress, pulling it upward in one slow, deliberate motion. The cool air kissed your bare skin, and you felt his breath hitch as the dress pooled at your feet. His eyes took you in, unapologetically lingering. “Give me a spin, beautiful,” he commanded softly, his voice thick with awe.

You obliged, turning slowly, your confidence growing with the way he was looking at you—like you were a masterpiece. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair. “You’re even sexier than I imagined. My dick’s getting harder just looking at you.”

Before you could respond, his lips found yours again, urgent and consuming. His kisses trailed lower, each press of his mouth igniting your skin as he guided you down onto the bed. Hovering above you, he took his time, letting his lips explore the curve of your neck and the softness of your chest. His lips pressed against your boobs, sucking in the most delicious way as he murmured, “Tomorrow, when you wear another one of those tiny dresses when I take you out, everyone will see these marks and know who you belong to.”

You gasped, his words sending a thrill down your spine. His hands roamed your body, worshiping every inch of you leaving you breathless. His hard cock pressed against your thigh, the evidence of his desire undeniable. “Look at me,” he whispered, wrapping his hand around your throat and making you look up at him. “I need to see your eyes when I’m inside you for the first time.”

Your eyes stared into his and you moaned in unison as the thick head of his cock slowly slipped pass your folds. You couldn’t help the soft whimpers that left your lips, the feeling of him slowly moving deeper inside you stretching you out more than any other man did before. It was so intimate, his hand around your throat making sure your eyes were on him, his muscular body hovering above you and his cock finally being inside you halfway, just enough to reach that sweet spot inside you and make you feel ever so full.

“You feel so good,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. Your fingers traced his back, nails leaving faint trails as you held on to him.

He met your gaze, his own dark with desire. “I know, baby,” he murmured, his lips curving into a small, confident smile. “You’re so tight, like this pussy was made just for me.”

Your breath hitched at his words, and you wrapped your legs around him, pulling him impossibly closer. The shift made him moan low in his throat, a sound that sent shivers down your spine.

“Look at you,” he praised, his voice thick with awe as his eyes swept over you. “So beautiful, taking me like this. I’ve thought about this for months.”

His words made your cheeks flush, and you couldn’t stop the soft moan that escaped your lips. He leaned down, brushing his lips against your neck before planting warm, kisses on bites on your neck. Each kiss felt like a claim, leaving a trail of heat and deep marks in its wake.

Your breathing grew ragged as he pressed deeper, his pace steady but intense. “I can feel you,” he murmured against your ear, his voice a low rasp. “You’re clenching around me so tight. Fucking cum for me, baby.”

You trembled beneath him, your abdomen coiling tighter until it snapped. Your body shook as you gave in, a soft cry leaving your lips. Nicholas held you through it, his cock moving inside you slow and deliberate now.

Then, with a glint in his eye, he shifted you onto your stomach pulling your ass up to him. “Let’s see how you handle this,” he said.

The new angle made you clamp around him and you whimpered, “Harder.”

He didn’t hesitate, his hands gripping your waist firmly as he pulled you back onto his dick. The force of it sent jolts of pleasure through your body, and when his fingers tangled in your hair, tugging gently, you gasped, arching your back for him.

“Push back for me,” he growled, his voice rough with need. “You look so sexy like this, fuck, that fat, perfect ass.”

The praise sent a thrill through you, and you did as he asked, pressing back against him, matching his rhythm. His moans filled the air, heavy and guttural, his breathing ragged as he watched you.

“You should see yourself,” he rasped, his voice filled with raw admiration. “So damn sexy like this.”

He pulled you back by your hair again, forcing your spine into a deeper arch. The new position sent a shiver racing through you as he leaned down, his breath warm against your ear.

“Who’s your daddy?” he murmured, his voice low and commanding.

“You are,” you managed to gasp, your voice shaky but full of surrender.

“That’s my good girl,” he praised, his tone dripping with approval. “Now cum for your daddy, baby.”

The sound of your own voice calling out “Daddy” filled the room as you squirted on his hard cock, leaving you trembling in his hold. Nicholas’ arm wrapped around your waist, holding you close as he whispered soft reassurances, his lips brushing against your shoulder.

“You’re fucking dripping baby,” he whispered, looking down at your juices that slipped down both of your thighs and soaked the bed.

You whimpered in response, your legs shaking as he nibbled on your ear. Nicholas’ breath was heavy, his hands roaming over your hips as he whispered in your ear, “I need to see that ass bouncing on my dick.”

You leaned in, your lips brushing his ear, and replied in a sultry voice, “Anything for you, daddy.”

He shifted, sitting back against the headboard, his eyes locked on yours with a mix of hunger and admiration. You climbed onto his cock slowly, taking your time as you sank down, relishing the way his hands tightened around your waist and how he filled you up. His gaze dropped, fixating on the way your ass moved as you settled into place, giving him a perfect view.

“Just like that baby,” he groaned, his voice strained with need. “You’re unreal. Feels like I’ve waited my whole damn life for this.”

You began to move, starting with a slow rhythm, your body moving in a way that made his head tip back against the headboard. His hands roamed over your ass, slapping and squeezing as you picked up the pace.

“God, you’re so sexy,” he murmured, his hands landing on your ass with a firm smack that made you gasp. “Look at you. This body, everything about you is mine.”

You tilted your head back, letting the praise wash over you as you moved faster, your breath catching as he reached forward to steady your hips. “Who’s a sexy slut for Daddy?” he asked, his voice filled with playful dominance.

“I am, daddy,” you gasped, meeting his gaze with a teasing smile.

He growled softly at your words, pulling you back by your throat, guiding you closer. His hands slid up to your chest, groping you. “These,” he muttered, his voice deep with appreciation, “these perfect, hot fucking tits.”

His lips found the curve of your neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin there as he began to thrust up into you. Each movement sent a new wave of pleasure rippling through you, making you shudder in his grasp.

“I need you to cum with me, baby,” he whispered against your skin, one hand slipping between your bodies to find your sensitive clit that had you arching into him. His fingers worked in perfect rhythm with his movements, and the intensity built until you couldn’t hold back any longer.

A cry tore from your lips as your orgasm ripped through you, leaving you trembling and clenching around him. The release was so powerful it left you gasping, and Nicholas followed with a moan, his own body giving in as he held you close.

“Yeah, baby,” he murmured, his voice hoarse and filled with satisfaction. “Take my cum. It’s yours.”

“It feels amazing, Daddy,” you breathed, your body still trembling as the waves of pleasure ebbed.

He pulled you down against him, holding you close as the world seemed to fall away. The two of you collapsed onto the bed, facing each other. Nicholas wrapped his arms around you, his hand gently brushing your hair back as he looked at you with a softness that made your chest ache.

“I finally have you,” he whispered, his voice tender, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your shoulder.

[anantaru]

DAY 13 — BITING/MARKING

kinktober 2023. — masterlist | ao3

𖧡 — including — kaveh, kazuha, cyno, venti

𖧡 — warnings — fem! reader, biting/marking, neck bites & marking you with his cum, tit play/tit sucking (cyno uses his vision on you but only a little), fingering, oral (fem! receiving), lots of cum & kind of messy (venti's part)

𖧡 — KAVEH

kaveh will leave his eyes closed before he slopes his head into your neck, and oh, who would've thought? you can feel his blonde hair lightly prod your cheeks before you breathe in the cloying fragrance he wore— such candid scent was one wefted within sumeru roses, a prairie of perfume that had wended its way through his body pressed on top of yours.

"having trouble, hm?" a low, teasing voice rattles kindly into the shell of your ears before you cling onto him, the arch of your back more defined as you sneakily grind your sensitive cunt against his exposed erection, choking out a breathy sob as kaveh kisses the stinging splotches on your neck.

it's almost too slow to your own liking, amost punishing and it drives you mad— how kaveh doesn't give your little cunt some much needed attention, but instead wholly focuses on branding his white canines on your neck and collarbones instead, because the thought of someone seeing them was absolutely intoxicating, besides, it was way easier to spot that you're taken when your neck was littered all over with hickeys.

"mhm… no trouble." the gentle, candid noises you'd make whenever he tips you into a dreamy haze, it pushes kaveh towards the edge of cumming without even being touched by you yet. and he begins to rut the mattress underneath him in a feral tempo, immediately ghosting his hands over your shaky figure before settling two digits on top of your puffy clit— his wet lips, never leaving your neck and suckling strong on the soused places before rubbing your cunt, battering his rough finger pads against the thudding nerves and awaiting your moans turning the humid air all the more sweeter.

fuck— you’re barely able to express how good he made you feel and how impossibly deep his fingers reached inside, pummeling a hot bristle on your cheeks as your hips meet his sensual touch half way, the metrical movements slurred and passionate— perfect traces setting your skin aflame.

truthfully, it’s quite the win-win situation whenever kaveh marks you up and pleasures you at the same time— for one, it’s never hidden whenever curious eyes trail along your beautiful figure. whilst, okay, maybe you will end up trying to cover it up with a large scarf or a turtleneck, but your handsome boyfriend will scoff at you, overly dramatic, a sad roll of his eyes touching up his precious face when you tell him it's very inappropriate if someone spots those hickeys on you.

𖧡 — KAZUHA

you blink down between your parted thighs, in a daze, and whine out in the most heavenly tune imaginable, in utter approval when kazuha drags the flat of his tongue inside the flesh of your folds— the wet lick on you was certainly claiming and presses the air from your aching lungs, the pink muscle expertly gyrating through your slickness as he begins to suddenly mouth away from your approaching sensation.

you sob at the loss— heaving out little why, why, why’s before becoming irritated, tilting your head in confusion as your eyes follow how kazuha laps his tongue all the way to your thighs, precisely the spot that served as a bridge to your legs and your cunt. ah, you smell so nice, quite the sweet fragrance and kazuha truly wonders what that might be, locking his soused lips around a spot before greedily suckling at the skin, the squelching noises of his mouth echoing into your thudding flesh— earning a whispery gasp from you when his palm, that was previously placed on top of your stomach, suddenly touches your clit to rub his thumb right on top.

kazuha can notice the reactions he coaxed out of you a little more precise now, how delicious and perfect you tasted and ugh, the feeling on how you tense entirely when his lips nibble and gnaw around your skin ever so slightly while his finger grow greedy in their movements, eagerly massaging two digits on your folds before prodding at your slit.

he teases, your arousal gushing out of your hole that it makes his mouth water at the sight— truly unsure what he preferred right now.

irrespective of wether it was guzzling on copious amounts of places on your thighs and mark them with bristling hickeys— so kazuha can look at them whilst fucking into you, or even afterwards when he pats the quivering skin and prances his warm palm on top.

his mind spins dizzily now— the very reason for that being when he abruptly notices how you're pushing your hips upwards into his fingers when he kindly inserts the first, long digit into your gaping hole, parting your cunt effortlessly and stuffing your arousal right back into you.

the atmosphere inside the room too, grew in hotness before coming crushing down on your fondling bodies pleasing each other, sweat forming around your forehead and right under your breasts.

ugh, how cruel, it's so hard to choose— and kazuha believes he'd never be able to pick a favorite between pleasuring your cunt or marking you up for that matter. yet of course— and such goes without saying, as long as you're wholly enjoying yourself whenever he has his hands on you— there was no reason for him to stop doing it.

𖧡 — CYNO

cyno's grip around your wrists was powerful— so dominant and compelling that it's almost bruising your tender skin, in addition was it extremely pestering how he locked your hand above your head, rendering you moveless, so he could get a pretty good look on your cute nipples perked up all nicely and ready to receive his warm mouth gushing around them.

occasionally, he decides to pinch them, eagerly listening at how you're yelping out through a rigid jaw whenever he'd add a considerable amount of electric sparks through your flesh, then bring you back to his unwavering attention on your cunt as he keeps thrusting his hips hard.

"you do like that, yeah?" he mutters and makes sure he wasn't doing anything you weren't comfortable with, and hearing him say it through a luscious, cloudy tone made you clench around his dripping shaft even harder— but the very moment he slants his head down to mouth a couple wet spots on your breasts, you're done for.

"let me do that again.." he whispers, massaging one tit before gathering some of the flesh from the other, hollowing his cheeks, sucking down, repeating himself over and over. you whine, then moan his name, your lashes sticking together due to copious amounts of globules expelling from the corners of your eyes as you wiggle your hips for more, arching your back so you could push your tit into his mouth before he stains your skin with warm, tingling spots.

you swear he wasn't done yet, cyno was a sucker for drawing your orgasm out as long as possible, the little hairs on the back of your neck standing tall when he grazes his sharp teeth over a nipple, the trace of his canines stinging yet drawing you into his touch, luring your deepest, most desperate attempts to somehow make him reconsider, and give you what you truly desired.

𖧡 — VENTI

your fingers strongly web into venti's hair as he greedily stuffs your cunt with his cock, so desperate and rough that your sore hole clenches around his entire shaft to keep him inside, the sudden constriction on your tightness throwing him out of his smooth thrusts, becoming sloppier and erratic.

although— he loves the way you pull at his hair while he fucks you silly, even lets out a breathy chuckle against your parted mouth as you pull at the roots to press his lips against yours, so you could show him what he was doing to you, and how insane it made you feel. "mhm.. venti.." you sob, whine and pitch your hips up so he could continue to greedily devour your pussy, plummet his entire shaft inside and massage the spongy insides of your cunt— like he's never touched you before and has been starved of you for what felt like a gruesome eternity.

and venti can't wait any longer, your moans absolutely wrecked his sense of self control as he pulls away from your mouth before rutting himself deeper, hiding his face in your neck to suckle at the skin and sense your upped pulse vibrate over his precious lips.

his long lashes conceal the brilliant, unique shade of his lusting eyes as he fucks you like he hates you, however, venti was utterly obsessed with everything regarding you, strongly nestled between your thighs, leaving an aftertaste of his long, pink length on your walls before he pulls himself out instantly, fisting his cock into the small tunnel of his palms feverishly— it's such a lewd sight to behold and your mouth waters right then and there, panting out sweet, little winces when he pumps two fingers back into your core.

the capture of your orgasm hits you deep inside your constricted stomach, the strong aftershocks becoming excessively noticable due to the reappearing twitches in your hips as tears began to pearl at your lashes when you cum around his digits the second he empties himself out.

on the spot, venti moves himself on top of you the way he always yearned for, the way it just had to be, his breathing low and through gritted teeth as he shoots his warm whites over your bare torso, reaching all the way to your collarbones.

you flinch at the warm feeling, your toes curling inwards as you're giving him a few more seconds to empty himself out— messy hair strands sticking on his damped forehead as he groans deeply into his chest, then huffing out an exhausted laugh right afterwards. fuck, how he immediately sets his eyes on you to watch you relish whilst being soiled and marked up by him, being fully aware that venti cannot help himself but imprint himself on you, wether it was inside or outside, the visual perception of it alone sending a new twitch straight into his groin, his lips coated of saliva as his brain feels heavy with an obsessive amount of both bliss and lust.

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[dinogoofymutated]

SFW!Colossus/Fem!Reader

I've been infected with another fictional man the way in which I pumped this out was ridiculous. I happened to re watch the scene in the movies where the government breaks into the mansion and seeing Piotr act like a big brother/dad to all the kids really got to me. That and the Deadpool movies (even though I thinks he's a little stuffy in those.) I even rewatched the episode he had in the animated series so that I knew I would get his character right and DAMN ugh god I juts have a thing for big men with soft hearts. especially the ones who are family oriented.

ALSO HOLY SHIT TY FOR 600 FOLLOWERS???? when did yall get here???? I swear I was at like 48 two weeks ago lmao time flies when you're thirsty for the X men I guess!! TWs: None? No pronouns mentioned but I went ahead and labeled it as fem because it's basically about kids forcefully adopting you as their mom. Kids having night terrors mentioned.

Can you imagine sort of just being adopted by the students at the mansion as mutant mom?? At that point you don't really get a choice. Like you start out being very patient with these kids and making sure to keep bandaids, burn cream, pain meds and all of that because one way or another something is gonna happen- and you want to be prepared.

And then you start making breakfast. I feel like normally they probably have a schedule for who has breakfast duty but if you wake up and can't go back to sleep and you take over no one really cares. More sleep for them!!

And then a few times turns into every morning. And you're setting out ketchup for one kids eggs and syrup for another ones hashbrowns- and making sure not to cook with nuts and make sure there's at least three different things on the table that are Kosher or gluten free. Keeping an eye on everyone as they come to get food and noting who did and did not make it to breakfast this morning so that you can make sure they eat later-

And one day you're waking up at 5am and getting ready for the day so you can go make breakfast like always, and you look in the mirror at some point and just realise, holy fuck, when did you become a parent?

It's such a regular thing for kids to call you mom at that point, a knowing how so many of them have come from rough backgrounds, it makes you really happy to know they find comfort in you and will come find you if they need comforting.

And then there's Piotr. Big, strong, Piotr. Piotr who wakes up before dawn and does chores around the mansion in the early morning air. You can take the man out of the farm, but you can't take the farm out of the man. He does the lawn care, chops wood, takes care of whatever animals that might need feeding, replaces the feed in the bird feeder.

Piotr who makes sure to stop by the kitchen to share a small cup of coffee with you before he does chores. Piotr who hangs Hummingbird feeders right outside the kitchen windows because you mentioned you missed the ones your grandmother used to hang. Just Piotr, being strong and masculine and an absolute sweetheart.

He reminds me of that one quote that heard somewhere about masculinity being about protecting femininity, not rejecting it??? That one!!!

Kids call him dad all the time, and even though yall aren't even together, you become the parents of the school. Scott and Jean?? Love them, but they don't have that same kind of parent energy.

It's such a regular thing for kids to find the two of you interacting one way or another. Someone woke up way too early and enters the kitchen to find yall during your coffee, and there's a sweet moment with yall telling them to go back to bed, or offering to make them a quick breakfast. Maybe if they're really young Piotr will offer to tuck them in. He might be really blunt when telling them there are no monsters, but will be a little more gentle when you set a hand on his arm and give him a bit of a look.

The kiddo asks for both of you to tuck them in and you obviously aren't going to refuse them. Which leads to everyone wanting both of you to tuck them in and soon enough you two are doing curfew checks instead of the professor.

It's becomes so regular for the students to treat you two as their parents, and no one actually believes it when they find out that no, you're not a couple. So, they do what kids do and try to get you two together.

First it starts with making sure you two are sat together during everything they can get away with. Then it moves on to things like mistletoe (out of season, Piotr mistook it as an accidental bloom made by one of the agrokinesis kids and took it down) and then more mischievous plans like telling one of you that the other needed help with one thing or another, knowing that either one of you would help out at the drop of a hat. Sureee, they were lying, but you two didn't know that. (most of the time)

The kids just want to see their parents happy and in love. There's nothing wrong with that, is there? It's not like You and Piotr hadn't been helplessly pining for the other the entire time anyway.

You sigh deeply once you finally sneak out of the dorm room, Piotr right behind you. The tall man takes extra care to shut the door very gently, making sure it clicks in place just as silently.

"I thought we were never going to get her to sleep." You whisper to him. One of the youngest girls attending the school had a rather difficult time with night terrors, and would struggle to fall asleep without being tucked in. When you and Piotr were doing curfew checks tonight, she was the only kiddo still awake, and she had practically begged both of you to stay with her untill she finally did fall asleep. It couldn't be just one of you, It had to be both. No matter how many rooms you both had to check tonight, you would never have left her shaken up in such a state. You just hadn't expected it to take an hour.

"Illyana had similar dreams as a little one. It takes time for children to overcome it." Piotr whispers back as you begin to walk down the hallway to check the rest of the rooms. Even when he whispers, his voice is strong and hard to keep quiet. You know there's truth to what he says, and yet you can't help but wish you could do something more to help her with her nightmares. You rub some warmth into your arms anxiously as you think about it, surprised when you feel the warm weight of Piotr's hand settle in between your shoulder blades.

"You're worrying again." He states, frowning slightly when you look up at him. You send him a resigned smile, before it quickly falls as you look away.

"I can't help it. I worry about all of them, her especially. They just... deserve so much more than their lot in life." You say. Piotr hums in response, his thumb brushing idly against your back.

"Their life like us, you mean? Mutants?" His question makes you wince.

"No. Yes? I don't know. I just... I just wish that we could give them more than... this." You say, waving your hands to motion about the mansion. "The school might very well be the only safe space they have their entire life. The world hasn't been kind to them, and I'm not sure it ever will be." Your words begin to quiet down as you finish the sentence, lowing to a whisper that only he can hear. You'd never, ever want any of these kids hear a word of what you're saying. Knowing that hope is really all they have at their age, and you of all people refuse to be the one to destroy that beautiful childlike optimism.

"That is what we are working for as the X-men, yes? To change that?" Piotr asks you point blank, his hand moving up towards the back of your neck in a soothing manner that still gives you goosebumps, feeling the comforting heat of his hand even stronger than before.

"Yeah, but..."

"Then we are doing all we can." He finishes, a smile on his face that's so determined and confident that it very nearly changes your mind completely. Nonetheless, it's a reassuring smile that makes your chest feel warm and fuzzy. You smile back at him finally, and you swear you see fondness in his eyes.

It doesn't take long before the two of you are finally at your door. You give Piotr a short and sweet goodnight as you begin to step inside, but he stops you before you go, gently catching hold of your arm. For the first time, you think you've seen him debate on his words. His mouth opens, but he doesn't speak at first, and you swear you see a blush rising to his cheeks as he does so.

"You'd make a good mother." He says eventually, and it makes you smile widely.

"You'd make a good dad." You tell him. There's silence between you as he brushes a stray lock of hair away from your face in a fond and caring manner, and you swear you could trick yourself into believing that you and Piotr were already in domestic bliss if this moment goes on for any longer. The tall man leans in, and you find your mind short circuiting as he presses a kiss to your forehead. The simple action somehow leaving you beyond flustered.

"Sleep well, Любовь моя. I will see you in the morning." Piotr tells you, before walking off at his regular stiff pace. You stand in your doorway for a minute, watching him leave with a bit of a confused smile on your face. Out of all the Russian nicknames he's called you in the past, you had never heard him say that one before. You wonder if you should pick up a book on the language as you close your door and finally crawl into bed, although part of you is content to leave it be. Colossus had always been blunt, and you're sure he'd tell you eventually. You fall asleep just as you always do, excited to see him when you wake up in the morning.

[tsuutarr]

A were-wolf hottie and no pic, give me the fluffy hooligan please 😫

Extra points if it's enemies to lovers trope, except no vampire verses wolf, more like were cat or coyote vs wolf?. Scooby-Doo zombie mayhem got me

(So I ended up doing a bit of a rivals to lovers kind of thing rather than enemies! I didn't have too much info to go off of, so if this fic isn't to your liking, feel free to send me another ask with more details!)

Pairing: Vilkas Lunewood (werewolf OC) x werecat! reader

Contents: one-sided rivalry (somewhat one-sided romantic pining) where Vilkas thinks of you as his greatest rival to beat on exams.

Word count: 1180

Even though Vilkas would rather read his favorite book in a cozy nook, he’s known as a brute – someone who can weaponize his fists to subdue all that cross him. His sharp eyes and broad figure do little to deter his reputation as a brutish hooligan. However, despite his reputation, Vilkas has never started any fights – it’s just that he’s always finished them, being the last one standing.

It’s hardly his fault that he’s so strong, though, especially since strength is the least of his concerns. No, his much bigger concern is defeating you, his stupidly pretty werecat rival, academically.

“Hm… I could’ve done that a bit better…” you murmur from beside him. You’re both staring at the recent exam scores posted on the bulletin board.

He smells you before he hears you. Vilkas has always noticed your scent, something warm and soft – something he associates with afternoon naps basking in the gentle rays of the sun. Not that it matters, really, not when you’re constantly kicking him to the curb in terms of your grades. He’s been number one for as long as he can remember, but then you come along and place him in the number two spot consecutively. And you look cute while you do it. Frustrating!

“Ah, Lunewood, your score’s gone up, hm? That’s good to see.”

Vilkas scowls at how easily you address him, gloating about your victory. You’ve never been scared of him, always talking to him whenever you can. It’s stupid. You’re stupid. You and your stupidly lovely ears and stupidly adorable tail and that sweet voice and–

“Lunewood?”

“What?” he growls, his eyebrows furrowed at the center.

“Ah, you look rather upset, is all.”

“I am not.” Of course Vilkas isn’t upset – he’s good at taking a loss! And even if he is upset (which he isn’t), it’s not like he’s bothering anyone! The clear distance most people are keeping from him is definitely, definitely not because they think he’s scary for scowling – that’d be ridiculous!

“If you say so.”

Vilkas’ scowl deepens.

“Ah. It was quite nice chatting with you. I’ve got to head off now.”

Vilkas’ nose scrunches. You’re probably gonna stick your nose into a stupid little book (something he’d do too). You’re gonna brew yourself your favorite beverage as you curl up to read something you like and you’re gonna look so cute doing it and it’s so annoying to Vilkas to think about.

Stupid, stupid werecat.

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The next time Vilkas encounters you, it’s because he smells your warm scent mingled with a scent he’d only describe as sour. His frown deepens as he follows the smell, before coming across you getting harassed by some no-good werewolf.

Ugh. Seriously. Like yeah, you’re cute and charming and whatever, but couldn’t that stupid werewolf pick another cat to pick on? Like why’s that dumb werewolf wasting time flirting with you? And why haven’t you just beat that stupid, no-good werewolf off with a stick? You’ve got the claws to scratch him up. Ugh. Whatever. It’s not his business–

“Leave the cat alone,” he spits, despite his inner monologue. He’s not helping you because he thinks you need his help or because he’s worried or whatever. He just doesn’t have anything better to do. That’s what he tells himself as he sizes up the werewolf that’s been hitting on you.

“Yeah? What’re ya gonna do about it if I don’t?” the no-good werewolf hisses, standing taller to appear bigger. The no-good werewolf is bigger than you, a werecat, but can’t compare to the sheer muscle mass Vilkas boasts.

“I’m not gonna do anythin’ about it,” Vilkas growls. “‘Cause you’re not gonna give me a reason to do anythin’ about it.”

The no-good werewolf falters briefly at the deadly gleam in Vilkas’s eyes, but decides to stupidly stand his ground. “You want me to give you a reason to scram?”

“You think you got what it takes?” Vilkas shoots back, his teeth bared. His tail bristles, ears flattened against his head.

“Lunewood,” your voice calls, which irritatingly makes Vilkas feel calmer. “Let’s just go.”

Vilkas isn’t sure what to do – he’s not really one to back down from a fight, but your voice and smell just make Vilkas feel… softer, like he’s wrapped in a you-shaped blanket.

“Wait–” the no-good werewolf’s face pales. “Lunewood? Vilkas Lunewood?”

Vilkas stands taller. “What about it?”

“No–nothing!” a squeak leaves the werewolf’s mouth as his tail tucks between his legs, before he runs away.

“...I should’ve punched him once,” Vilkas grumbles, crossing his arms.

“Hm, maybe you should’ve,” you agree lightly. “The more I think about it, the more I dislike him.” You spin on your heel, turning to Vilkas with a smile. “Thanks, by the way. I appreciate it.”

Hmph, a good ploy on your part – trying to make him lower his guard by thanking him? If you think that your thanks makes Vilkas’ tail wag, you’re so very correct – Vilkas tries his best to temper his tail’s excitement, but he just gives up because he can’t. “It’s nothing. I didn’t do it for you.”

Your cute little cat ears and tail twitch. “Oh.”

Vilkas immediately feels bad.

“I guess it was one of those territory things, then? Did you want to mark your territory?”

Vilkas huffs out something akin to a laugh. The only thing here that he’d want to mark is you – wait, scratch that.

“Well, anyway. Can I take you to a café or something to thank you?”

What? Why would you want to feed him? It’s not like he did anything great. Is this a trick? Are you trying to poison him?!

“Or do you not like sweets?” you look contemplative. “Maybe barbeque…? But my campus job doesn’t pay that much…”

“A café is fine,” he grunts, tail swishing behind him. “You can buy me a barbecue when I beat you on our next exams.”

You tilt your head to the side, confused. “But you’ve never been able to beat me before?”

Vilkas’ eyes narrow as you hum in thought.

“Oh! Is this like a bet?” your eyes glint mischievously, a cheeky smile curling on your lips. Cute. “How about it, Lunewood? If you beat me in the next exam, I’ll treat you to a barbeque. If I win… Well, I’ll keep that a secret for now.”

“What?” Vilkas asks, frown set deep in his mouth.

“Hm? Are you scared?” you tease, your voice taking on a lilt that makes Vilkas want to chase you down and mark you.

“Don’t bet on it, kitty-cat,” he responds. “I ain’t scared of anything.”

“Then is the bet on?”

Vilkas doesn’t hesitate when he answers with, “You bet.”

.

.

.

(You two do head to the café, much to Vilkas’ pleasure [since he wants a sweet treat, that’s it. It’s not because he’s hanging out with you or anything]. You’re surprisingly interesting to talk to, which he should’ve maybe expected since you’re his rival. You’ve got pretty good tastes when it comes to books and a good eye for cute cafés too.)

[haruchi-slit]

"ARE YOU MISTER RIGHT? ARE YOU THE LOVE OF MY LIFE?"

warnings: mdni + p in v + missionary + not proof read | synopsis: surprising kento with a lingerie :)

nanami is literally, literally the perfect man, he's literally what GUY.exe (song) is describing! 6ft tall? check, super strong? check, emotional stability? check, kind? check! financial security? check! nanami is literally the man of possibilities and most importantly he's someone who's literally so sweet and romantic, he never once missed to pick you up from your work, he is the type to carry your bags so you won't struggle to carry them around, nanami is the type of guy to not ket you suffer alone from loneliness but, most importantly he is someone passionate and rough in bed....he'd have you moaning and squirming in bed like crazy, with your hands pinned down close to your ears as he slowly snaps his hips to your cunt, he's so gentle and all, he's the type of guy to be rough but in the most gentle way possible...

and because your fiance is such husband material, you decided to surprise him by secretly ordering a lingrie online, to reward him on his endless love for you...

and it was the best choice you've ever made in your life.

"nana-ahhmi!" you'd roll his name out of your mouth as you feel his cock penetrate deep down in your pussy, as your nails burry themselves on nanami's back and shoulders, "h-honey" he huffs, his voice full of thirst and extremity as he pushes your thighs higher that it almost folded you in half, "sorry for -goodness-" he paused, as your gummy walls

spasmed around his throbbing cock, "ripping your lingerie," he continues, with his raspy voice tinted with a apologetic tone,

"'s no problem kento- ah!" your mind full of fervor and lewd thoughts as kento plunges his pudgy cock in and out of your gummy walls, your hands creeping on to his neck, while your eyes locked on to one another, while you admired his surreally handsome face with his prominent jawline, he was just so majestic, angelic, even.

his sweat rolls down to the crevices of his neck, as his hand inched to your forehead to swiftly swipe away your hair and sweat, "i-i know I've told you this so many times..." he struggles to form a sentence as his other hand supported your neck, "-but you're so gorgeous," he mused with a frail tone,

"i love you, so much my love" he adds, his hips instinctively twitching to you, "me too kento- ugh! i love you!" you blurted out as your hazy eyes focused on how his cock derange your insides, he so far deep in you that you could feel him, hitting your womb, as his cock bulged on your tummy, you could feel the familiar knot tighten in your abdomen as the waves of pleasure waved across your head to your shoulders then to the heels of your foot to your clit, "mmmffhh-ah!" you let out a breathy moan, as clenched and sucked kento's cock in your pussy, you spasmed around him, drenching his cock with your arousal, "are you, close?" you couldn't respond, you were completely blanked out, fucked dumb, your eyes rolling back in the deepest part of your skull, your toes squirming and quivering and your back arched, your whole body throbbed and pulsed as you soaked kento's member with your sappy cum slushing down on his thick cock, "kentoo, yesyesyes! gosh!" you screamed as kento throbed inside your cunt, he continues to thrust in you making your pussy spasm uncontrollably around his cock, making your pussy so tight,

"you're squeezing me so t-tight" he grunts his voice was raspy, so alluring that you just want to cum all over his cock again,

"so close, honey, I'm close" he moaned, as his arms pulled you close burying his cock much deeper in you, as he nuzzles on your neck, before shooting his luscious cream in your cunt, you both catched your breaths your bodies, was scorchingly hot because of the heated session, "i love you" he whispers, still nuzzling on your neck, making his voice vibrate against your body "i love you more" you murmur as you feel your mixed arousal drip down your pussy, your hand wandered on his back as your other hand supported your body, the two of stayed silent basking the after glow of the bliss the two of you shared.

a/n: gege is right nanami is the ONLY right choice...

[cookiepie111]

Bite me love me pt 2

Local Austrian man manages to woo and disgust a lady in 5 minutes

König x black reader

A/N: shame you just can't seem to shake that man off. A second part to bite me. Love me. Some time has passed in the story. Reader goes to watch a movie at königs house. Reblogs are appreciated. Smut. Not proofread

Tag list: @thatmusedhatter @himboelover @canyonswft13 @montenegroisr @kneelingshadowsalome @havikshoochiemama @wordstome @lanalafey

"Hey :)"

.... It's him again

"So what that guy who pulled out a knife out on your date??"

"Yeah. Then he won't stop messaging me, and pulled up at my house."

"Yeah.....he also bought you a coat. Which you're now wearing. To his house...."

It's time for your friend to mind her business...

" .... if I didn't go to his he'd just come to mine!"

Which isn't false he's done so multiple times since your first date. To give flowers, pick you or simply because he was bored. Maybe if you know where he lives it will give you a leg up on him?? Find some dirt on him. Something, anything!

♡

His place is nice. Way nicer than you could have thought, his city house seemed like the safer option. simple and clean, honestly, it looked like no one lived here, there's no pictures or trinkets. No items that could even tell you anything about say for the stack of cd's on the table. Old school. That's all you got.

"......."

"....."

you can't enjoy this movie. It feads in the background, while static plays in your head and tingles in the back of your eyes. The week's been a little bit too rough with you. There isn't a support network here like there is back home, no friends you run to, calling them just isn't the same. you need to talk and cry to someone. You need some comfort. You need to be held.

It's his thumb wiping away the tears from your eyes that brings you back. "What's wrong?" so wrapped up in your feelings, you forget how close he was, cradling your face in his hands as he inspects you. leaning down to get a closer look at you, blurry eyed mess

You can't help it , burst into tears hard, choosing to hide away in his shirt than face him. He holds you close to his chest, pulling you in, allowing you to take out your emotions on his chest. He's so warm.

"I-I've just ha - had a rough week. --Been really str-stressed. " it's hard to get the sentence out between hiccups it's silly. You couldn't even point a finger to any one thing that upset you. It just felt awful inside. Tight so wound up why bother telling him. But it wouldn't stop you kept crying.

His touch is spreading warthm all over you, from the hand that rubs your head to your back. To think he could be so gentle. That you'd fine solice in this man.

"It's okay. A rough week can be fixed. I will help you. I'll be here for you"

Oh, he's being so kind.

This is it ,This is the comfort you've been missing, feeling you've been craving. His body so warm and steady next to yours. This is-

"Having an orgasm will help you calm down and relax"

.....

UGHH!

And just like that, the spell is broken, veil lifted. This man is no longer comforting or sweet. The arm around no longer comforting, you quickly need his hands off you.

Yet His hand still remains.

The disgust in your eyes is apparent, too strong for him to brush off as he quickly moves to explain himself.

"Female or help realise endorphins and make you feel all happy. If I eat you out, it will make you all warm and fuzy inside. You can stop thinking for a bit-

[Cut the fucking cameras]

His rambling fades out as you stare blank eyed at this man. Is, is he really trying to justify why he should get to eat you out.... ugh oh gosh that's what you get for trusting this man. time to leave

"It's fine, just lie down it's fine." You're snaped out of thoughts by his hands, moving you to lie down.

"König!" He's wrestling you down before you can complain.

"Shh, sshh, it's fine, darling. I'll take those nasty thoughts away"

It happens a little bit too quickly, the tugging of your pants, discarding of your underwear before you know it he's staring at your bare pussy and suddenly realise how serious he is about this

"Wait könig-"

He doesn't waste any time, that's for certain. Fucking his tongue into you, he eats like he's been longing for this like this was the only moment for him. Feeding the deep ache in his stomach.

Your legs hurt, pulled so far apart over his shoulder, Somethings stiring deep in your stomach. it's hard to breathe... It's so hard to fight it, to not clench around the tongue working at you.

"Ahhhh"

The sounds he's pulling from you are embarrassing, too desperate to be yours. It sounds foreign to your ears.

It's hot in your belly, pleasure shooting around your brain. you're struggling to form a sentence, pushing his head further in you

"König!"

You'd never said his name like that before, so sweet and needy.It made him stop the words rolled in his head he licked his teeth coming up.

you whine a little. he looks so big. Seeing his face, the evidence of his hard work, your pleasure dripping down his face. It's so embarrassing.

He needs to hear it again, that desperate voice of yours crying his name. He can use his fingers on you, see your desperate face while you cry out his name. But no luck, you felt him everywhere, the fingers deep in you, the hand holding your shoulder down, lips on your neck. What a heavy burden this man is. You're nothing but a crying mess under him

He's right it did clear your head. you feel a lot better now

♡

He let's you catch you breath. Pulling you up to lie on his chest. Your brain feels fuzzy, mouth heavy and dry.

That feeling between your legs won't go away. The ache is still there. You can't look him in the eye it's too embarrassing can't voice what you want, just want him again. Tugging his arm to your legs

He hums and happily to oblige

[ könig in his diary tonight. I think she's warming up to me! :)]

[snailsgoingdowntown]

Help, I Reincarnated as the Female Lead’s Sister-in-Law!

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Chapter 2

Dion Agriche x Fem! Reader

Arraigned marriage AU.

Warnings: implied child abuse by Lant, a male doctor checks out your privates but not for the reason you’re thinking of, dried vaginal blood, a bit suggestive but the Reader hates it, a little hint of depression, vaginal pain. Please tell me if I miss anything. Dion also doesn’t show up in this chapter.

Disclaimer: I do NOT condone any of the harmful and dangerous actions/behaviors that take place in this piece of FICTION. These actions/behaviors should not be normalized or romanticized as they are extremely toxic and dangerous.

This blog writes and interacts with DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT/DARK CONTENT

MINORS/BLANK BLOGS/BLOGS THAT DO NOT REBLOG FANART/FANCTION DNI.

Chapter summary: you expected to wake up alone… just not to have a doctor walk through that door while your mind is scrambled.

Word Count: 2688k

Slightly edited.

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When you woke up, the sky was still dark, and you were alone.

Instead of your new husband, a throbbing headache is what greets you once your eyes flutter open. It feels like you were bashed in the head with a metal bat, left to suffer and die alone. In your new prison that was disguised as a mansion, designed to eat away everyone’s sanity.

Taints their morals black, dripping until they’re all bled out. Leaving nothing but a sadistic bitch, any hope of a better personality, a good worldview, broken before it could even form. But you’re not like them.

You were not raised here. You weren’t groomed into being daddy’s little weapon – not used as a means to an end. Not viewed as an object, nor were you expected to seduce the son of an enemy to get information. You were not raised in fear but with love, soft touches and words of genuine praise and concerned frowns.

Your mother wasn’t one of many wives. She didn’t cower in fear if your father was upset. She didn’t treat you as a steppingstone, guiding you into becoming something that would almost guarantee she wouldn’t be disposed of. Or treat you like a trophy only to throw you away once you lose meaning, didn’t have to fear that one day, your father would decide that you held no purpose, thus killing you off. She was a kind mother who didn’t turn a blind eye to her children’s suffering.

You had no beef with your siblings, either. There was no need to fight a bloody battle for the throne; no need to rise above each other to ensure you would see another day. No ‘teachers’ that would quickly kill you if you ‘failed’ in your father’s eyes. And despite the petty arguments and cold shoulders, your bond was strong – held together like glue.

Your father wasn’t perfect, but he was fair. He was loyal to a fault – didn’t let his eyes wonder. Neither did he raise his children to become thieves, contact killers, treat them like trash and objects. He saw beyond your ‘usefulness’ – saw a person and not a tool. He was gentle and loving.

Your family wasn’t perfect, nor will they ever be. But they were warm.

Just thinking about it hurts.

The banging inside your skull rips you away from your thoughts, tightly shutting your eyes as if it would take away the smothering pain. If anything, the extra pressure just makes it worse, like a hammer was bashing your skull open while ripping your skin.

Something hot and wet streams down your cheeks.

“Hic…hic… I want to go home…” quietly sobbing, you shove your face into the pillow. Maybe it was a blessing in disguise, not having your new husband here. If he was…

‘… you look cute when you cry.’

“Ugh!” muffling your shriek of frustration and horror with the pillow, you curse the man in question. You can’t even cry in peace! Not when that idiotic, possibly incestuous, dense brute of a man is your husband. A husband who likely would want his bride to cry instead of smiling so brightly it could rival the sun!

Knock, knock

Your head snaps up at the sound of the knock. Ah, right. They most likely want to check the sheets, if they haven’t already. You bite your lip. How many hours has it been since the deed was done? The sky was still dark, so maybe only a few hours. Or maybe it’s around the time the sun will start to show its face.

Forcing yourself to rest on your knees, palms pressed against the mattress, you see the red stains beneath you. With heavy eyes you also look between your thighs – sticky blood that you didn’t bother washing away. Not that you could, there was no water nearby after the… event.

“Please excuse me, my lady.” A woman calls from the other side of the door, carefully opening it with a creak. The sound makes your ears bleed.

“Oh, you’re up,” she observes with surprise; it was obvious that she only called out by habit. You nod, unable to find your voice.

Her grey eyes rake over your nude form, from your puffy eyes to your bloodied inner thighs. You wonder how you look in her eyes. The nervousness only starts to kick in once she makes her way to you, her maid uniform swishing with each step. You sensed neither pity nor malice from her – she was simply doing her job. What exactly her job was you didn’t know.

Then, deep shame washes over you as she requests that you bare yourself to her. You felt dirty, tainted as you showed her the mess left between your legs and on the white mattress. Still, there was slight doubt clouding her eyes. You were told by both your mother and sister that the checker will always look at you with doubt, especially if your husband was nowhere in sight.

Even more so if there was no dried up white sperm between your legs.

Your hand tingles in disgust as the memory of jerking him off resurfaces. You never want to go through that again, never want to sleep with him again. Forgetting having a child – you can’t even take him.

“My lady,” she starts after some hesitance, “may I call the doctor in?” balking at her you don’t answer. Call the doctor. Why? Was it bad? Did it look fake? Did they want to open you up and make sure that the blood was from your vagina???

Just to see if you fucked that good for nothing bastard??

“M-may I ask why?” you stammer out, clenching the sheets below you. Did they really doubt you that much? Just because your forced-on-you husband left immediately afterwards.

The audacity.

You hold your tongue – she wasn’t your maid. You weren’t in your family estate now; you were in theirs. Like a parent waiting on their toddler to settle down, she remains quiet.

Once you’re of sound mind – as much as you could be – she answers with, “To check that everything went smoothly, my lady.” You don’t buy it. You can’t buy it when she looks at you expectedly, head held high and shoulders straight. After a beat of pause, you sigh out a ‘yes.’

“I’ll be right back. I’ll warm up a bath for you as well. It’ll help with the soreness.” And with that she’s gone, the door shut behind her. Your shoulders slump as you stare at the door.

Will Dion return?

…. probably not. He didn’t even spare you a second glance after he had cleaned himself. He had left without a word.

Besides, what would you do if he came back? Greet him like a loving wife? Hide underneath the covers like a ‘coward’? Sneer at him like he wronged you?

Knock, knock

“My lady,” the maid has returned, yay. “I have brought the doctor. We are coming in.” she doesn’t even wait for your permission. Hah. Then again, why would she? You weren’t her master.

What you see surprises and makes you wary.

The doctor – a young man with long red hair that was tied up, bangs framing his face – introduces himself as Ash. He bows while apologizing for coming, stating that the only woman doctor was on leave for her pregnancy. His honey brown eyes only show kindness.

You question it mentally. Why call in a male doctor for this sort of thing? Usually, at least back home, your parents would call for a woman doctor when it concerned…private matters. Sure, in your old, modern world, gynecologists could both be male and female. But this world is set in a different era.

Still, he’s most likely here to make sure the blood was yours and came from your nether regions.

Why else would he be here?

“It’s… nice to meet you. Apologies for the um… mess.” Voice getting smaller with every word, you close your legs and wrap your arms around your chest. It was natural, you tell yourself. Who wouldn’t feel uncomfortable being seen in the nude by the opposite sex?

You look to the side. Soft rays of light start to light the room; it seems that the sun has woken up.

“Ah, don’t worry about it,” Ash gives a gentle smile as he walks to you, placing a suitcase on the floor next to the bed. Behind him the maid watches like a hawk. This family was known for employing strong personnel. Was she one of the strong ones?

Would she pin you down if you made a run for it?

“If you don’t mind, could you please lay on your back and spread your legs?” despite yourself, you follow his instructions, wanting to get this over with. While he readies his supplies or whatever, you ask him, “Are you checking to see if I faked it?”

“Fake what?” he questions back, confused.

“Losing my virginity.”

He coughs as saliva gets stuck in his throat, dumbfounded. At what, do you wonder.

“N-no, my lady. It’s clear that…” you could feel his stare at your sore core. “…that you, erm, had an…. eventful night.”

“Then why…?”

He coughs into his fist, not willing to answer. Silence falls over the room as the gears turn in your mind. Was this actually… a checkup? To ensure your ridiculously large husband didn’t rip and tear something open? Did the Agriche family care about such matters?

Tilting your head, you give it thought.

Lant has ten wives with multiple children. That was the reason he married them all, no? To produce children, little kids he could forge into weapons. To feed into his own ego, thinking that having more than one wife meant he was better, more desirable than other men.

If his wives suffered any physical damage to their nether regions, they wouldn’t be able to give birth.

You guess… it makes sense.

“Alright,” you break the silence while taking deep breaths to ease your mind. Accepting your theory as fact, you force your legs to relax. Everything is done for their sake, you remind yourself. To make sure that his favorite son hadn’t ruined your insides was to ensure that you could be kept around with a purpose. Right.

“…if I may ask,” you hear the doctor rummaging through his suitcase. “How painful was it?”  There’s uneasiness in his voice, cautious with his tone.

Truthfully, you don’t want to answer. You don’t even want to remember it.

“…it felt like I was being cut in half,” you answer. You jolt when you hear the snap of gloves. Was there going to be pain?

Subconsciously your legs close.

“My lady, do there is no need to worry; Master Lant’s wives have gone through the same process. It will be quick if you cooperate.” Right, right. Just relax. You need to relax.

It’s easier said than done when you feel something poking at you before spreading your folds open.

Ash left with a black eye and icepack, not blaming you for what happened.

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Even in the hot bath, you can’t force your hands away from your face.

You had kicked him! That poor man… to be fair, the gloves were cold. He wasn’t your husband, of course you’d react that way. It’s normal, right?

To kick someone in the face as they inspect your privates. Especially when you were still sore and mentally torn. Even more when he kept asking those embarrassing questions-!

‘Do you recall how long the pain lasted?”

‘Did the young master prepare you, physically? Hm, how?... you know, the usual with fingers and such.’

‘Did you tense during ‘it’? If so, then there’s a possibility that it could have added to the pain.’

“…Why?” your hands still cover your face even as the maid – you learned her name was Hana -washes your back with a rag.

“Why what, my lady?” She questions before ushering you to raise your harms. You only do so to get out of the water quicker. While nice, you were considering drowning yourself.

“Well… why must…” a wince is pulled from you as she helps pull you up; time to clean the dreaded area properly. You suck in a breath as she wipes down your inner thighs. The blood itself was cleaned before you even entered the bath – however, she was going to go in a second time. Just to be careful and sure, she told you.

She doesn’t comment on the purple bruises on your hips. Or the dried blood that was underneath your fingertips – Dion’s blood, to be exact. She doesn’t comment on anything. Just going about her day, doing what she was paid for.

“I-I… I’m just wondering why… it hurts so much…,” it’s a half lie – you’re also wondering why you were married to him.

Hana takes a minute to answer. “Biology,” is what she tells you. Well, she’s not wrong, but still…

“…Hana,” your head turns towards her once she has you sit back down. “Tell me, do you know what type of person he is?”

“Who, my lady?”

“Dion.” It’s hard to call him your husband out loud. It’s still hard to wrap your head around it. (Name) Agriche. The sound of it makes you sick.

Hana blinks at you owlishly, caught off guard. She opens her mouth only to close it immediately. Seems that she doesn’t know how to describe him. Which is fine, but you’d still rather hear her opinion. From reading the novel and webtoon, you know how Dion Argece is supposed to be.

But things aren’t following the novel and webtoon. At least, not completely. You’re unsure of how the events will unfold now that you entered the scene. He still looks young, and Cassis Pedelian attended the wedding as well. Meaning that the beginning of the series hasn’t started yet.

Where are you in the timeline?

“Young master Dion…” she trails off, trying to find the words. “He’s… he’s a good swordsman, and the most likely to become the heir of the Agriche family. He always comes out on top within the siblings. He is not the affectionate type, I’m afraid.”

Ugh. Like you would want any of his affection to begin with. You just want to be left alone. You hate the way he looks at you.

Like he knew you.

The shudder that takes over your body doesn’t go unnoticed. Hana dips her fingers into the bath water to check the temperature. She nods her head in satisfaction after retrieving them.

You wait for her to continue but she doesn’t. Guess that’s all you’re going to get out of her.

“I see. If I may ask…, do you know the reason for our marriage?”

“I believe it is because Master Lant wanted to strike a deal with your father, my lady.”

It should surprise you; you should have gotten up and screamed, asked her what she meant. Demanded that she tells you everything. But you don’t.

Instead, your eyes flutter close as you recall your conversation with your mother.

‘(Name), whatever they tell you… it’s only half true. So, thread carefully.’

You regret not asking what she had meant by that.

You sigh through your nose, worn out. Hana pours water over your head and readies the shampoo. The scent is familiar. Like lavender, your mother’s favorite that she passed onto you. It reminds you of home, back when you were a child, a teenager and finally, the seventeen-year-old girl you were months ago. Before news of a fiancé broke to you on your eighteenth birthday.

Your father didn’t tell you who it was right away. But the uneasiness in his eyes and the way his hands trembled while holding your shoulders should have worried you. But at the time you were too shocked to notice his odd behavior.

This familiar scent helps you relax. And you take the opportunity- after all, you’re in enemy territory.

From here on out, your survival is a priority.

“Oh, that’s right. My lady.”

“Hm?”

“Young master Dion will be joining you for dinner.”

Why can’t lighting strike you down right now?

[eustasskidagenda]

Hi, I dunno if it's the case or not, but maybe u have some pegging HCs for Sanji, Kidd, Law & Ace, I'm so obsessed with this kink orz. Tyyy! Anon or not, I don't mind.

Hello! I must admit it was quite challenging to write this, because I never thought about how they would act in this situation. I tried not to detail that much for Kid bc I also have to write an OS with Kid+pegging and I'll develop more of my thoughts in this fic. Anyway, I hope the result will match your expectations, thank you for requesting. ☆

☆Pegging HCs for Sanji, Kid, Law & Ace

CW : g/n reader, MDNI, smut, pegging, Kid is cursing obviously, oral sex (Sanji receiving), rough sex, gentle sex, hair pulling, rimming (Sanji, Law receiving) , fingering (Sanji , Law,  Ace, receiving), slight dirty talk, praises. Let me know if I forgot something

WC : 1,9k

Sanji

Well, it's Sanji we're talking about. As long as you don't ask him a threesome with Zoro or to inflict you any kind of pain, he's willing to try and do everything for the sake of making you smile. He doesn't care about what people think and say.

Please, don't go for the biggest size, he has never done that before. He will choose it with you, just to make sure it’s the perfect size. He's likely a little agitated because he's a huge soft boy, but it's fine, he trusts you. 

"Are you sure the door is locked?" 

There's no way for him to be caught.

Sanji is fond of holding your hands, kissing you softly, and looking at you with pure adoration in his eyes, even when he's rough. He expects you to do the same. Take your time to explore his entire body. Kiss his neck, run your fingers through his hair, feel the softness of his hair, and squish on his nipples. That's what causes shivers to run down his spine.

Prepare yourself to hear the most delightful moans and whines when you begin to stroke his cock while rimming and fingering his hole. Sanji is a whiny mess; he just can't control how good it actually feels. His cock is hard, almost painfully hard as he praises you for the good job you're doing. 

If you ask him, he prefers to see your face and eyes, but if you want, he doesn't mind being on all fours or whatever. 

Please let him rest on his back, with his beautiful, strong legs wrapped around your waist. He will ask you to hold his hand, fingers tightly entwined as you start to push the dildo  covered of lube inside him. Imagine him moaning loudly with completely red cheeks as he indulges in a whole world of new sensations. It feels so good, he can't help but start begging for more, harder, and faster. The feeling of your skin against his, your wet kisses, gentle touch, and firm grip on his legs or hips is too much for this poor man. "Plus fort, je t'en prie." (Harder, please) Will come fast and hard.

During the aftercare, you have to keep him back from running into the kitchen to cook something for you. Just hold him tightly and hug/praise him for how good he was. He needs reassurance and to make sure you had a good time too.

And then, he'll run into the kitchen anyway.

Kid

Kid is not against pegging. He's being portrayed as a punk, and punks like nonconformism. So maybe the society is not really open-minded about pegging, but Kid doesn't give a damn. If he wants to do something, then he'll do it. He doesn't believe in gender roles. 

However, Kid cares way too much about his reputation and he knows it could ruin all his notoriety, so he really has to trust you to let you peg him. It will only happen after a certain time in your relationship because Kid is slow to both open-up and offer his trust: he has been betrayed so many times, he's just unable to take his guard off immediately.

You better take the bigger size, he's not a pussy. If you try to choose a normal or less size, he's so pissed off. "You really think I can't take it? Ugh, fuck off, I won’t do it."

It doesn't matter if you're pegging him: he's still the same stubborn hot-headed mess. If you give him an order, he'll get mad. You should use your hands to gently guide him if you need him to spread his legs or roll onto his stomach because words won't work. Like "Kid, please spread your legs" And his only answer is an angry scowl and low grunt. But if you use your hands then… he’ll comply.

And let's say the view is quite interesting, because Kid is named Eust-ass for a reason. His booty is incredibly juicy. It's a gift to see his beautiful body being offered to you. He probably prefers lying on his back because he rarely uses his robotic limb in bed. It's easier to stay still or just breathe if he can remain on his back.

"Ugh, I don't need lube, nor rimming, nor fingering, I'm not a wimp"

He’s a liar. Please use lube.

Kid is the king of low grunts, growls, and shaky breath whenever he fucks you. If you peg him, if it feels too good, maybe you'll hear him moaning. Moans that are really low and husky.  Do not dare make a comment about his moans, or you'll never hear them again.

He likes rough sex, so go ahead and bite him or pull on his hair. He will secretly enjoy it. As he loves leaving marks on your body, he also likes when you do the same. But do not dare to humiliate him by calling him a good pet, slut, or whatever because it is not okay in his book. No one can humiliate him and if you try, the mood is just ruined. Do not try to control his orgasm or whatever. His only answer would be to show you his manicured middle finger.

If you start to praise him for how amazing his ass is or how well he's taking you, he gets totally flustered. If he's lying on his back with his hair spread out around the pillow, you can take a look at his red cheeks in embarrassment. "Shut up."

When he's all flustered and flushed, he's so cute. He's just not used to being praised, so he doesn't know how to react.

Regardless, rest assured that he will enjoy every second of this moment. He feels nervous at the end because he can't help but overthink the idea of being betrayed. Just reassure him and he'll let you rest your head on his chest.

And sure, he'll make sure to fuck you hard later. Whatever you give it to him, he will give it to you harder.

Law

Well, Law is a little more complicated. Sure, he's not totally against the whole idea, but as Kid, he's really slow to open up, and winning his trust is not an easy task. Of course, he knows where his prostate is. He's not stupid and is perfectly aware of how the anatomy works. He's literally a doctor. But that doesn't change the fact that he's aloof and distrustful. 

The first time you talk about your fantasies of pegging him, it's too sudden and off guard, so the answer is automatically "no." He can't take a decision without taking some time to think about it. After that, he becomes somewhat suspicious. To take things slowly is the best thing you can do. Don't rush him or he won't accept.

The idea will slowly but surely make its way through his mind. Of course, you don't know what's going on in his mind. 

(If you wanna know : he's searching for the perfect dildo without telling you anything.)

One day, you're in bed together and he suddenly shows you the dildo he bought. "Hey, y/n-ya, do you still want to try this thing called pegging?" 

He is secretly hoping that you forget about your fantasies.

When you say 'yes', he thinks he's totally doomed, but it's fine. He's willing to at least try. 

Law is completely flustered if you ask him to lay on his back. He will always turn his head to avoid crossing your gaze. Imagine him with soft red cheeks. And if he is on his stomach or on all fours, maybe he will feel a little more comfortable and relaxed because you can't see his reactions. Despite this, he's also nervous because he's unable to closely observe what you're doing. And this man is so stressed, he likes to have the control all the time. 

"Don't forget the lube y/n-ya.", "you know, even if it's a toy, you have to put a condom on" He can't help but guide you. He must feel in control even in this situation, otherwise, he will overthink and you will never be able to enter even one finger inside him.

Ho honestly wants to 'room, shambles' and disappear while you trace his tattoos with your fingers, pinch his nipples, and leave a trail of hot kiss along his happy trail. Law is always tensed and stressed, so he needs a lot of gentle touch to relax enough. The best thing you can do for him is to suck his cock while fingering him, or even rimming. He's so embarrassed, but it feels good. He can't lie.

When you finally enter him, he doesn't moan or grow, he's all about low, deep, husky breaths. It feels good, the toy is hitting his g-spot with each thrust. The moment you glance at him, he wants to bury his head under the pillow. His hair is messy and he is beautiful, with his eyes flashing of both annoyance and pleasure. 

"Does it feel good to be fucked in the ass?" 

Law.exe has ceased to function.

He's going to end up with his legs wrapped around your waist, pressing his feet against your back to force you to move faster and harder. You can sense his legs shaking with pleasure. If you play with his nipples or stroke his cock, it's over, he won't hold back.

Again, he's so embarrassed with his belly covered in his own semen. He just wants to disappear. And he would never admit he loved every single one from this moment. 

If you want to peg him again, you'll have to take the initiative. 

"Ugh fine, y/n-ya, we can do it again." He'll pretend to be doing a great favor to you (he's a great actor).

Ace

Ace, like Sanji, is willing to try almost anything for you because he's a sweetheart. Actually, the only problem is that he doesn't know what 'pegging' means. His first reaction is to ask Marco what it means, as he doesn't want to look foolish in front of you. As soon as he knows, well... 

"Hey y/n, you want to peg me?" Out of nowhere, in the middle of the dinner. He's impulsive, he can't keep his thoughts to himself, so hey, deal with it.

No matter what you ask, he will do it. But don't choose the biggest size because poor Ace can't figure out how something that big could fit inside his body.

Ace is playful, so what's going to happen is not a big deal for him. He wants to laugh with you while you put your strap on, and will make random comments while you thrust your fingers in and out his ass. "Remember when I burst into flames the first time we fucked? Hope it won't again."

Damn, you hope as well.

He's a cutie with his freckled cheeks completely red.

As your figure looms over his body, he can't help but think you're absolutely beautiful. He feels so lucky to have you by his side and to feel comfortable with you. How could a good thing happen to him? He is not worthy of you. His eyes are filled with pure admiration and love for you. And a spark of amusement, obviously.

Loud moans, he doesn't care if he's being noisy. Hair is totally messy on the pillow. Shaking legs and shaky breaths.

His voice is beautiful and soft as he moans.

If you give it to him harder, his cock will remain painfully hard.

Of course, he is capable of controlling his DF, but the sensations are too unfamiliar and overwhelming." Whoops, I burned the bedsheets" with a cute laugh. That was your favorite bedsheet, but you can't be mad at him, he's so adorable.

Will ask you the permission to cum because he's a good boy. 

And totally willing to be pegged again. 

Ace's goofiness will make Marco know everything. "Marco, I did this thing called 'pegging' and it's amazing. Have you already given this a shot? You should try!"

Poor Marco, leave him alone, he cares about his privacy.

[mariclerc]

Fighter (pt.2) | cl16

Summary: where you have a serious accident on the track and Charles's memories of it aren't the most pleasant ones. Warning: an injured and somewhat frustrated reader, caring and gentle Charles and a lot of fluff this time.

a/n: I hope you like this part, this is a short one! please let me know if you want a third one!!

Part 1

Sunlight streams through the window, illuminating a cozy bedroom. Clothes are scattered across a chair, and a half-eaten bowl of cereal sits on the bedside table. You walk slowly out of the bathroom, your movements stiff and a grimace on your face. You're wearing a simple white t-shirt and some sweatpants, but the center of attention it's a bright pink neck brace. It's been exactly almost two weeks since your big accident on the track and you find it very difficult to do normal things like change your clothes or even go to the bathroom.

You try to reach for your back as a wave of dizziness washes over you, making you stumbling slightly, but a strong hand steadies you... Charles appears behind you, concern etched on his face while holding your slippers in his hand.

“Hey, careful there princess. Let's take it slow, okay?” he says in a soft voice while you lean into his touch, a small sigh escaping from your lips.

You mumble slightly. “I hate feeling so useless.”

Charles helps you into the bed and sits beside you, his brow furrowed. “Don't be silly chérie, you're recovering from a nasty crash... It's okay to need help for a while, you know?”

You cry a little as you try to pull the t-shirt over your head. “Ugh, even this is impossible. Stupid neck brace.”

Charles reaches out, his touch gentle as he unfastens the back of the t-shirt. He slowly pulls it down your arms, his movements careful not to aggravate your injuries. “Let me do it, you need to rest your arms babe.”

You feel a warmth spread through your chest despite the frustration. It's a different kind of warmth than the one that ignites during a perfectly executed pit stop or a thrilling overtake... It's the warmth of care, of having someone there to support you when you're at your most vulnerable state.

A fresh t-shirt materializes in Charles' hands, and he helps you slide your arms in. He leans close, his voice a soft murmur.

“How about I get you some painkillers and water? Oh, maybe a light lunch too!”

You look up at him, at warm and grateful smile tugging in the corners of your lips. “You really are the best pit crew a girl could ask for... Even if you are from the rival team.”

Charles grins, his eyes twinkling. “You know I'm always happy to help you, right? Now, stay put. I'll be back in a flash darling.”

He leans down and kisses your forehead, the touch sending shivers down your spine, he takes the half-eaten bowl of cereal in his hands and leaves the room. Even with a messed-up neck and a bruised ego, you know that you're so lucky to have him by your side.

You settle back against the pillows, a newfound sense of peace washing over your body.

***

Charles disappears into the kitchen, and you take a moment to try and stretch your stiff muscles, something that is somewhat impossible. The silence is broken by a muffled crash from the kitchen... Your eyes widen a fraction.

“Of course, there's always a challenge with him.” you muttered to yourself.

Internally you have a debate whether calling out to him, but the thought of him fussing over you just because you only want a glass of water is too much. You try to push yourself up from the bed, wincing at the sharp tug in your lower back.

“Stubborn neck brace, stubborn muscles... Maybe I can manage just this once.” you say while clenching your teeth.

Just as you manages to get one leg over the edge of the bed, a flustered Charles bursts back in, holding a tray with a glass of water and a bowl of warm and comforting soup. “Okay, crisis averted... I almost knocked over the entire spice rack trying to get the ibuprofen out of the top shelf, but nothing to worry about.”

He sees you halfway out of the bed and rushes over to your side.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! What are you doing amour? I told you to stay put.” He says alarmed.

You winces once again, frustrated tears welling up in your eyes. “I just wanted a glass of water! I hate feeling so helpless all the single time, I can't even get myself water!”

Charles softens immediately, pulling you back onto the bed and gently tucking you in. “Hey, hey, It's okay! I understand... Here, let me help you sit up baby.” he says with a soothing voice.

He props you against the pillows with a comforting hand on your shoulder. Then, a mischievous glint appears in his eyes.

“Besides, a champion driver like you deserves a pit crew that can handle a little pressure. How about a race to see who can finish their lunch first?”

You let out a watery laugh, the tension easing from your shoulders. “You're on. But don't underestimate the recovery power of a champion!”

Charles grins, placing the tray softly on your lap. “Never underestimate the pit crew either, sweetheart.”

You take a cautious sip of the water, the coolness soothing your parched throat. You winces again, a flicker of pain shooting through your neck, Charles notices that instantly.

“Easy there amour. Does it still hurt? Maybe we should grab another ice pack, that helped last night with the pain.” he asked but you shook your head, forcing a little smile.

“No, I'm okay charlie. It's just a twinge, besides, I don't want to slow down in our race, champion recovery, remember?”

You scoop a bite of soup with your spoon, the small movement it's such a challenge with the stiff muscles. Charles watches you, his gaze filled with concern and something deeper.

“You know that winning isn't everything here, right? How about we take this slow? You focus on getting better while I handle everything else. Deal?”

You hesitate, the competitive fire in your eyes dimming slightly. The thought of being completely dependent on Charles sometimes feels suffocating, even though you know he means well. He cares a lot about you and doing this kind of thing for you is not a bother to him at all.

“Maybe a compromise? You handle the tricky stuff, but for things like reaching for the water, I can try. It'll help me get my strength back faster, right?”

Charles considers your proposal, his eyes searching yours. He sees the determination sparkling beneath the vulnerability. “Alright, feisty one, but you promise to be careful? Don't try to be the heroine, okay?” he let out a soft sigh. “If you feel in trouble or find it difficult, don't be afraid to tell me, okay?” he says softly and you nod partially, since you can't do it so effusively.

You beams, a genuine smile that reaches your eyes. “It's a deal! Now, about that soup... What if we make it a relay race? You feed me a spoonful of soup and then I try to grab the water myself, It's a champion teamwork!” you say and giggled softly.

Charles lets out a laugh, the tension leaving his shoulders. He scoops a spoonful of soup, his eyes twinkling.

“Alright sweetheart, you're on! But remember, even teamwork has a winning team. And today that's us.”

He carefully brings the spoon to your lips, and you lean in. As you savors the warm soup, a feeling of warmth blooms in your chest that has nothing to do with the broth... It's the warmth of love, of shared determination, and the knowledge that they'll face this recovery, just like they face every challenge, together.

***

You take a spoonful of the soup, Charles' hand steady beside the spoon, the warmth spreads through your body, both from the food and from the way he's taking care of you. You finish the spoonful with a satisfied sigh, Charles look at you with a playful glint in his eyes.

“Alright bébé, your turn for the water challenge... Remember, if you feel like you can't do it, you can tell me to help you, slow and steady wins the race.”

He places the glass on the nightstand within reach, just out of easy reach for you with the neck brace. You take a deep breath, summoning your inner champion.

“Okay... Here goes nothing.” you say focused.

You gingerly reaches out with your right hand, the movement sending a jolt of pain through your back. You grit your teeth, determined not to give up. Slowly, inch by agonizing inch, your fingers finally brush the cool glass.

A triumphant smile spreads across your face... Just as you're about to grab it, a sharp pain shoots through your neck, making your hand flinch. The glass wobbles precariously on the nightstand.

You gasped and Charles reacts instantly, reaching out to catch the glass before it spills. Relief washes over him as he sets it back down safely.

“It's okay baby, I told to be careful. I think that was too much too soon.” he say worried.

You winces again, a wave of frustration washing over you. Tears well up in your eyes, blurring your vision.

“I just... I don't like to feel useless, I can't even do a simple thing... When I will be back to normal Charles?” you asked in a whisper.

Charles sits beside you on the bed, pulling your body into a gentle hug. He rests his chin on top of your head, his voice soft and reassuring. ”It's okay not to be okay baby, healing takes some time! Don't push yourself too hard, just focus on getting better sweetcheeks, that's the most important race right now.”

He picks up the glass of water and brings it to your lips again. This time, there's a tenderness in his eyes that makes your heart skip a beat.

“So how about we call a truce on the race? You focus on getting some rest, and I'll handle the hard pit stop duties, you like bringing you food, water and helping you with your clothes... Deal?”

You lean into his touch, a wave of peace washing over you. The frustration melts away, replaced by a quiet gratitude. “Deal... Thank you so much Charles, you're the best pit crew and boyfriend a girl could ask for, even if you sometimes underestimates her recovery power.” you say softly and shyly.

Charles chuckles, a warm sound that fills the room. ”Never underestimate a champion's determination, even a recovering one. Now, drink up princess. You need your strength for tomorrow's physiotherapy battle.”

You take a slow sip of the water, savoring the cool refreshment... Maybe this forced break from racing isn't so bad after all, the accident may have sidelined you from the track, but in this moment, surrounded by love and laughter, you know your true victory lies in the unwavering support you have by your side. The road to recovery may be long, but with Charles by your side, it's a journey you'll face together, one spoonful, one pit crew story, at a time.

[project-sonadow]

Fate?

Summary: Sonic never cared about soulmates, but in a world where everyone had a red string of fate wrapped around their finger, Sonic decided to wear gloves.

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To put it bluntly, Sonic had never cared about soulmates.

He wasn’t exactly unique in this mindset. In this modern day and era, it was only slightly progressive to spend your entire life without ever meeting your other half, let alone devoting your life to them. Radical ideas, such as platonic soulmates, familial soulmates, or even soulmates being bad if you ended up paired with the wrong person were common talking points in the general public and media. That red string of fate which had governed entire lives in the past no longer seemed critical to most people.

Sonic didn’t care about any of that either. In fact, until he started hanging around populated human areas more often, he didn’t realize there was so much controversy about it. He always lived how he wanted, paying barely any attention to the subject. 

-

Sonic’s friends all had very different opinions about soulmates.

Tails was kind of like him, in that he didn’t care about the red string encircling his pinkie and leading to a far-off point in the distance- or, at least, he pretended not to. Amy had been heartbroken that she and Sonic weren’t soulmates, before deciding to prove to Sonic and the world that true love couldn’t be predetermined by fate (her words, not his). Knuckles didn’t want to leave his duty for long enough to find his soulmate, and had admitted to Sonic once that he felt bad for whoever his soulmate was. Cream was excited to find her soulmate when she got older, but wasn’t under any illusion that it was a requirement for happiness in life, considering that her own mother was forever trailed by her own cut string, dragging limply on the ground, and seemed just fine despite that. Blaze and Silver both viewed it as a luxury that they couldn’t indulge in (ironic, because their shared red string of fate was apparently strong enough to cross through time and dimensions). Vector didn’t care about it at all, considering that he had his eyes set on Vanilla. Espio thought it would get in the way of his “duties as a ninja”, whatever that meant. Charmy just didn’t like the idea of relationships in general. Rouge hated the concept in general, Shadow refused to talk about it, and Omega said he would refuse to accept his soulmate unless they were willing to help him destroy Eggman. Big had a gentle kind of apathy towards his string. Whisper didn’t talk much about the subject to begin with, and considering that she wore blocker gloves 24/7 people didn’t ask her about it. 

Tangle…

Well, it seemed like she was trying very hard to convince herself that she didn’t care about the idea of never finding her soulmate. 

“I just don’t get why everyone thinks it’s such a big deal, y’know. Like it’s great if you do find your soulmate, and in a tiny village like mine half the soulmates are paired up before they’re teenagers, but it’s not like you need to do it! My moms aren’t soulmates and they’re doing just fine!”

Tangle’s moms were currently divorced and trying to rekindle their relationship, but Sonic decided not to bring that up.

“And then we have to throw a huge stupid party everytime someone comes back from vacation with their soulmate in tow, and I just. Ugh. We all make such a big deal out of getting to choose how to live our own lives, but we’re all born with this stupid string around our pinkies and told to go off and find the other end. It’s so annoying.”

This probably wasn’t what was actually bothering her, Sonic thought. It was probably the fact that one day her string had stopped moving by itself, only responding to Tangle’s own body, and currently led to a forest in the middle of nowhere with nobody at the other end. It was probably the fact that her soulmate had apparently been the type of person to try on a pair of blocker gloves one day and then never take them off.

Sonic thought about Whisper. About the blocker gloves she never took off, the way she started fiddling with them whenever Tangle was around. The way she looked so anxious whenever Tangle grabbed her by the hand and started running, like she was scared Tangle would pull the glove clean off. The way Tangle and Whisper looked at each other, in general.

Like always, he wondered if he should tell Tangle what he thought.

Like always, he decided against it.

“If you want a huge stupid party, I can always just throw you one, soulmate or no soulmate,” he said instead. “Hell, if you really want, we could pretend that we’re soulmates just to rub it in your town’s face.”

Tangle fake-gagged, and Sonic took fake-offense to that.

“Like you’re one to talk, Mr. Celebrity,” she said, and Sonic drew himself back a little, spines involuntarily bristling. “Whenever people talk about soulmates you just roll your eyes and say some shit about ‘living free’ and ‘going with the flow’. Do you really not want to find your soulmate? It would be easy for you.”

Sonic rolled his eyes, and then instantly realized what he had done when Tangle started laughing at him. He hastily cleared his throat. “Don’t know if there’s anyone who would be able to keep up with me.”

“I know at least three people who can go about as fast as you can,” Tangle said, punching his shoulder lightly. “C’mon, if you really didn’t care that much you wouldn’t wear those stupid blocker gloves all the time.”

Oh, so she had noticed. “Eh, I mostly wear these because I tend to get mobbed by crazy  fangirls if I don’t. If I make it obvious I’m not really available then most people won’t attempt to tell me that they’re totally different from the hundreds of other people who have been convinced we’re meant to be over the years.”

Tangle narrowed her eyes at that. “Crazy fangirls? Like Amy?”

“Crazier.”

“Wow, scary,” Tangle said, and then moved on to talking about how her own friends had set up a Sonic fanclub once, and the conversation moved on from there, and Sonic was glad he didn’t have to talk about it anymore. 

-

So yeah, Sonic wore blocker gloves, and yeah, it was so he wouldn’t be harassed about the subject whenever he showed his face in public, or when journalists ambushed him on the streets, or people edited photos of him to make it seem like he had a thin red line coming down from his pinkie and leading to some stranger in the photo. It was convenient. It was easy.

It was even mostly the truth.

Sonic knew a couple other people who wore blocker gloves- Blaze studiously kept hers on to keep up a vaguely professional air, even when her cheeks flamed fire-red every single time Silver so much as existed in her general vicinity, Espio had his on so the string couldn’t get in the way of his “duties as a ninja” (seriously, what the hell did that mean), Vector occasionally wore them on the job and had made half-hearted attempts to get a pair for Charmy, which kept on being mysteriously lost. Rouge and Shadow both wore a pair, presumably because of their super-secret spy jobs that Sonic wasn’t supposed to know about (glowing red strings which could phase through any solid object would probably make hiding difficult, he figured), and Omega had found a way to simply turn his string off, somehow, which was more impressive and terrifying than anything else Sonic had seen him do. 

The only person Sonic knew who steadfastly refused to wear blocker gloves was Vanilla, despite the troubles she sometimes saw because of them. She was a single mother whose string had been cut by an untimely death, and she didn’t care who knew it. She lived each day of her life with a bright, happy, genuine smile on her face.

She was, so far, one of the only people who had ever seen Sonic with his gloves off. The only other person besides Tails, actually, who built his gloves in the first place. And the only person who hadn’t said a word to him about the subject, just cleaned the cut he had gotten on his palm and told him to keep himself safe.

He was grateful to her for that.

Rouge was Vanilla’s polar opposite, in regards to the string. She not only hid her string, she made a show of hiding it, commissioning custom blocker gloves and shoving the subject right back in the face of any poor soul who dared to question her about it. She had a million and one excuses for why she didn’t want to find her soulmate, all of them tiptoeing around the truth and never once touching on the actual reason why. She bragged about being able to date anyone she wanted even without showing her string off. She complained about not wanting to be tied down. She whined about how annoying societal expectations were. She crowed about the amount of people who desperately wanted to be her soulmate.

Sonic saw through all of this as the extravagant bullshit that it was, but he really had no idea what the actual reason was. Didn’t really care either. It wasn’t like she brought the subject up an annoying amount either, she was far more likely to yammer on for hours about her one and only actual love (jewels) than she was to start talking about literally any other subject (and if he could put up with the jewel talk, then he could put up with anything). 

It was just that sometimes when they hung out, people would get the wrong idea about them. Sonic and one of his friends (a woman at that), both with blocker gloves, spending time together, alone? It was apparently unthinkable to some that they could just be friends. So they both made a big joke out of it, Rouge flaunting how untouchable she was and Sonic pretending to be heartbroken. It made for some hilarious think pieces about how Sonic was a bad role model, at the very least.

Still, he didn’t want to deal with all of that every time they hung out, which was why Rouge had dragged Shadow along with them this time, mentioning that he owed her for something.

So here they were, sequestered away in a tiny café, Rouge and Sonic talking about everything and nothing, while Shadow was also there, sipping delicately at his tea while Sonic chugged his large chocolate milkshake and Rouge got whipped cream from her hot chocolate all over her face. 

Good times.

For once, the general populace seemed content to ignore them, at least for now, so the conversation went wherever it wanted to, Sonic and Rouge loud and energetic, Shadow quiet and solemn (despite the fact that there was nothing to be solemn about).

At least, nothing until Rouge spilled hot chocolate all over her glove. 

“Ohgoddamnitshit,” Rouge said, all in one breath, dabbing at the stain on her very expensive glove with a napkin, a small frown on her face, before it turned into an outright scowl. “Oh come on-”

She shifted her wrist, and Sonic saw what had bothered her so much. Some of the liquid must have gotten into some of the actual electronics in the glove and messed with it, because Sonic could now see Rouge’s string. Rouge’s cut string.

Rouge groaned, and then shoved her hand under the table, her head in her other hand. “Not. A. Word.”

She said it lightly, like Sonic and Shadow had just seen her do something embarrassing instead of accidentally revealing that her supposed other half was dead and buried, but Sonic could hear the threat in her tone, and he wasn’t going to tell anyone about it anyway. He mimed sealing his lips shut, Shadow just gave her a terse nod, and before either of them could do anything Rouge had thrown some cash onto the table and ran out the front door, presumably to go home, get a new pair of blocker gloves, and hide her face from them for at least a couple months.

Sonic put his chocolate shake down on the table. He had a feeling it wouldn’t taste anywhere near as good as it did a second ago.

“I know Rouge already said as much, but if you tell anyone else about that, you’ll regret it,” Shadow said, the threat in his far less concealed than Rouge’s had been.

“I won’t, jeez,” Sonic said. “I’m not an asshole. And I don’t care about soulmates either.”

Shadow just raised an eyebrow at him, and Sonic glared back half-heartedly. “Those gloves serve a purpose, Sonic.”

“I only wear these because I’m a celebrity for some reason, and people think that makes it okay to pry into every detail of my life.”

“‘For some reason’,” Shadow said, mostly to himself, sounding incredulous. “That can’t seriously be the only reason you wear them.”

Well, it wasn’t, but he wasn’t about to tell Shadow that. Especially when he had no idea what the other hedgehog thought about soulmates beyond just a general unwillingness to speak about the topic. He was born over 50 years ago and raised by a bunch of uptight scientists in literal outer space, so Sonic was curious if he had any different opinions from the general crowd he hung out with.

Shadow didn’t seem willing to share, so Sonic decided to push the issue. Just a bit. “Why do you wear blocker gloves?”

Shadow’s lips curled in a vaguely unpleasant way. “I don’t want to find my soulmate. That’s all.”

Well, that was an unsurprising and boring answer. “Okay, but what would you do if you met your soulmate and fell head-over-heels in love with them? Or if you’ve already met your soulmate, but didn’t know because of the gloves?”

“I wouldn’t fall in love with anyone. And I’m not even slightly concerned about the second possibility. There is nobody in my life who I would want to become my life partner.”

Sonic pouted at him, and something in his chest hurt, just a bit. “Nobody? Not even little old me?”

Shadow’s expression flickered, before it hardened again. “I hope, for your sake, that what you just said was a joke. I’m an immortal being, Sonic. My string will end up cut, at some point or another.”

“Hmm. Good point,” Sonic said. “Well, unless your soulmate is Omega, I guess.”

Shadow choked on his drink, and Sonic couldn’t help but grin like a maniac even as Shadow glared at him (it was less scary than normal, with tea dripping out of his mouth and into his chest fluff. He looked adorable. Sonic tried not to think about the fact that he thought Shadow was adorable). 

Sonic decided against talking about it anymore for his own health (Shadow had proved he was more than willing to suplex Sonic through a table if he annoyed him too much), so instead he just waited for Shadow to finish his tea before handing him some gold rings to pay for the half-drunken milkshake. Shadow glared at the rings like they offended him. “They don’t accept those as payment in human establishments.”

“My mistake,” Sonic said cheekily. “Guess I’m dining and dashing. The next date will be my treat.”

And then he dashed before Shadow could actually suplex him through the table.

-

Sonic didn’t leave the city when he left the café, instead opting to nap on the nearest rooftop before night fell. Whenever he visited the big cities he always made sure to stay off the streets themselves. With so many people all locked into one tiny area, the red strings, thin and frail as they were, became far too many, all at once, hundreds and thousands and millions of them all crisscrossing their way across every visible surface, choking his view and making it impossible to run unless he wanted to be half-blind. So he stuck to the rooftops, and waited for night so he could at least get a good view for his trouble.

At night, the streets of every city lit up, suffused with a red glow, invisible during the day but radiant when the sun went down. The strings varied in size, thickness, length, how strong they were, how much they were moving, but every single one of them, collectively, bound people together in the most literal way possible. If you had a soulmate, it was impossible to get rid of your string. It would remain there until the day you died, so most people still said it was better to try and use it, to find happiness with your other half.

Sonic didn’t put much stock in that idea. Or in the idea of other halves existing in the first place. Some of his friends called him an idealist for thinking so, but he had always believed that people were complete by themselves, and that finding someone else made them something more than just themselves. 

Shadow would probably call him an idealist for that, too. Even if he had a sneaking suspicion it was something close to what the other hedgehog thought.

Or maybe Shadow would just call him stupid. 

High on his chosen perch, Sonic surveyed the glove on his right hand. Tails had made it for him. It was mostly pure white, just like his old gloves, but with a thin ring of silver at the bottom which made its purpose obvious. It looked professionally made. To everyone except him and Tails, it even looked like it worked. 

When he removed it, his hands were bare, free from any string. He never had one in the past, and would probably never have one in the future. Sonic had learned a long time ago how people reacted when they realized he didn’t have a soulmate, and decided he hated it even back then. The gloves were a convenience, a way for him to avoid explaining himself, a preventative measure to stop everyone from looking at him like he was broken. 

Because Sonic wasn’t broken. He only needed himself, so even if fate said he was doomed to be alone he was perfectly fine with that.

Sonic thought back to Shadow, in the café. 

Well, there was a reason he had never put much stock in fate, either.

[gingerjunhan]

boyfriend headcannons - han hyeongjun

☆彡 EEEEEEKK it’s Jun Han time! :D 🩷

word count: 690 | pronouns used: none | genre: fluff, established relationship | cws: YouTube like is safe!!, all caps, (Hyeongjun’s) insecurities mentioned, eating mentioned, I love him, not proofread, lmk if I missed something

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obviously, I have a lot to say

here we go

first things first, Hyeongjun shows you how he loves you instead of telling you

there was some radio interview they did one time where the other members said he doesn’t say “I love you much”

so he makes sure to physically show his appreciation for you

what’s that? you were stressed from your workload? Hyeongjun made you dinner and cleaned up your place while you were out

you’re feeling nervous about a big job interview? he got you flowers to wish you good luck

stuff like that

I also feel like someone somewhere said that Hyeongjun is really good with dates?

idk maybe I’m gaslighting myself into thinking that

but he never never forgets anything!

birthdays, anniversaries, important events- he’s there

I also think a lot about the one Knock Down Debate that they did where Hyeongjun yelled at the others because they never pick up their phones when he calls them

so hey, at least he’s good at communication in that aspect

I don’t think Hyeongjun is one for pet names

I literally cannot picture him calling someone a pet name, but I could easily be wrong

if he did I feel like they would be simple

“honey”

“love”

“sweetie”

short and sweet stuff

he gets flustered easily if you call him something though!

I feel like it would be really easy to fluster him

STOOOPP imagine Hyeongjun meeting your pets

forget about your family- let this man meet your cat

okay but fr this man is sweating buckets meeting your family

he’s afraid that they would think he’s too quiet or too boring :(

but once they get to know him and once he warms up to them that’s obviously not true!

I mean, come on, look at the way that man can shred on the guitar. there is not a boring bone in his body

he’s a kiss on the cheek typa guy

no big fancy gestures

just something cute, simple, and sweet

he actually doesn’t strike me as a big gesture guy at all?

no wait let me explain

let me cook

not big on PDA, not the best with words, and he wouldn’t feel like his acts of kindness are very big

like, he let you hold on to kkito while he was away for a few days so you wouldn’t miss him- why are you crying?

ugh I wanna squeeze him :(

he will come to you with any sort of problem no matter how big or how small

he trusts you completely

he would literally be your friend first and your boyfriend second

Hyeongjun strikes me as the type to not need affection much, but when he does he’s a little nervous to ask

“Jun, what’s wrong?”

“I need a hug.” :(

you almost don’t hear him but y’all are so close that you can figure it out

you can basically read his mind

I feel like a relationship with Hyeongjun would go slow, and that’s okay!

why mess with perfection 😉

no need to rush first kisses or first I love yous

you’re just having fun together!

HE MAKES A PLAYLIST OF SONGS THAT REMIND HIM OF YOU 😭😭😭😭

“This song played in the restaurant during our first date.”

“This song was stuck in my head right before you kissed me for the first time.”

“This song was-“ STOP IT I can’t do this anymore

ALWAYS makes sure you’re taking care of yourself

making sure you eat meals and get enough rest

he’s so open minded!

I feel like he has strong opinions, but he’s chill with most things?

those two things literally cancel out but whatever

he buys clothes that he also thinks you would like in case you want to steal them 😼

pays very close attention to detail!

no new haircut or nail color goes unnoticed!

he draws little pictures of you in his sketchbook all the time :(

loving Hyeongjun is gentle, calm, and fun- like sitting in the grass on a sunny day

no pressure, no rush, just you two having fun being together 🩷

god I love him so much

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[lanawrx]

Modern! Tanjiro Kamado with a Street Racer Partner

a/n: I love Initial D and KNY so bad, ugh.

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Tanjiro was your biggest supporter, and it showed in every way. No matter how late it was, no matter how far the race, Tanjiro was always there, cheering you on with a smile that could light up the darkest night.

Every time you had a race, Tanjiro would drag Inosuke and Zenitsu along with him.

"Why do we always have to come to these races?!" Zenitsu would wail, clutching his head as the sound of engines roared in the background.

"Shut up, Monitsu!" Inosuke would bark back. "Racing is awesome! She's gonna destroy all of them!"

Tanjiro would show up early, always making sure you had everything you needed. He’d check the car, help you get settled, and give you one of those warm, confident smiles that made your heart race even more than the thought of the competition.

Right before each race began, he'd never fail to give you a good luck kiss or two, as a charm to make sure you'd be safe.

People from the crowd would wolf-whistle and cheer, causing the two of you to blush. Tanjiro would quickly scramble to the guardrails, joining his friends and trying to hide his red face with the darkness from the trees.

When the race started, you could always hear his voice above everyone else's, shouting your name, telling you to keep going, to give it your all. He had this unwavering belief in you, and it pushed you to do your best every single time.

After every race, the adrenaline still pumping through your veins, you'd return to the top of the pass, only to be greeted by Tanjiro's bright smile and the sound of his footsteps running toward you. He’d be practically glowing with pride, his eyes wide with admiration.

“You did it!” Tanjiro would say, pulling you into a tight hug. “I knew you could do it! You were incredible out there.”

You’d smile back, your heart swelling at his praise. No matter how tough the race had been, knowing Tanjiro believed in you made it all worthwhile. Inosuke would stomp over next, probably yelling something about how he knew you’d win because you were as tough as him, while Zenitsu trailed behind, looking relieved that the race was over.

When the adrenaline had faded and it was just you and Tanjiro under the stars, were some of the most precious. He’d take your hand, his fingers warm and gentle against yours, and he’d smile that soft, earnest smile that always made your heart skip a beat.

You didn't understand how you got so lucky to have a partner like Tanjiro. Handsome, kind, and utterly supportive of your hobbies.

Normally, guys would be scared off by your skills. Many times, you'd be dumped over their fears of having a chick who can race better than they ever could. You wondered if you should just quit racing altogether, maybe then you'd secure a longtime relationship.

That all changed when you met Tanjiro.

He was different from anyone you’d ever known. While others saw your passion for racing as intimidating or too much to handle, Tanjiro saw it as something beautiful, something that made you shine even brighter in his eyes. He wasn’t scared off by your skills—if anything, he was inspired by them.

You’d never forget the first time he watched you drive with your all. The way his eyes lit up as he watched you take the wheel, the admiration and pride written all over his face. He wasn’t just impressed by your talent; he was in awe of your determination, your drive, the way you never gave up even when the competition was fierce.

After that first race, he came up to you, his smile as bright as the moon above. “You’re amazing,” he’d said, and you could tell he meant every word. “I’ve never seen anything like it. You’re so strong, so talented—I’m really lucky to know you.”

You’d laughed, a little embarrassed by his praise, but his sincerity was undeniable.

And from that moment on, he never missed a race. No matter how late, no matter how far, Tanjiro was always there, cheering you on, believing in you when others doubted.

Under those stars, with his hand in yours, you felt an overwhelming sense of peace and gratitude. You had found someone who loved you, not despite your passion but because of it. Someone who saw your strength and was proud of it.

“You make me feel like I can do anything,” you whispered, looking up at him.

Tanjiro squeezed your hand, his eyes full of warmth. “That’s because you can,” he said softly. “And I’ll always be here, right by your side, cheering you on.”

In that moment, you knew you didn’t have to give up racing—or any part of yourself—to find love. With Tanjiro, you had everything you needed.

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