#This man is treating his s/o like a chew toy
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moon-cakiie · 10 months ago
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A/n: Pavia's hair is hard to draw, it took me a while to finish redo his hair ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ
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hazbin-a-helluvamagines · 7 months ago
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How bout angel dust, Verosika and Alastor with a puppy hybrid s/o? Like, they have puppy ears and tail and has some dog like tendencies?
For example: they love to bite and play with dog toys,they bark and growl, they LOVE headpats and being called "good boy/girl"
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"Good Puppy!" ; Alastor, Angel Dust, Verosika Mayday
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I'll be honest here: I have no idea how you got this to happen, because this man absolutely HATES dogs, and therefore hated you when he first met you. And he's honestly quite possibly the worst one to be with as a puppy hybrid.
He was exceptionally cruel, calling you a "mangey mongrel", a "rabid mutt", and just about any cruel name for a dog under the sun.
Will try to make you act more human. He'd despise your dog features. Dogs remind him of his death, and that's something he'd rather not deal with.
If you've managed to start dating him, he'll be slightly more polite, but still make his distaste for those features very apparent to you.
"S/O, must you constantly be wiggling that furry abomination?"
It isn't that he means to be mean, but, well, in some primal way, you scare him, and he doesn't know how to cope with feeling that helpless.
If you growl or bark at him, you will ROYALLY piss him off, and he will actually need to leave to avoid either lashing out at you or having a mental breakdown.
Fortunately, with enough time and patience, he will eventually calm down and begin to regard you as safe, and not someone he needs to fear. Then he'll become noticeably kinder to you.
"Well, aren't you just a dandy little pup! Excited to see me, hm? Such a good boy/girl~."
He may have started off cold, but he's trying to be better for you now.
He isn't sure how he feels about dog toys and the like, but hey, he's a literal cannibal and serial killer, who is he to judge? As long as you're having fun.
Eventually, he'll begin to give you those headpats you so crave, realizing how happy it makes you. He can stand a bit of discomfort for your sake.
But seriously... please don't bark or growl at him, he still doesn't like the moment of panic he's forced to feel when that happens.
He wouldn't do it to you, so don't do it to him. That's his one boundary with your dog-like behavior/appearance.
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Oh boy. He'd be the one constantly flirting and teasing you for your traits, but in a loving (and very NSFW) manner.
"What's with the tail, Ears? Got a pet play kink or somethin'?"
When he finds out you ACTUALLY enjoy being called a good boy, that actually sets off every single one of his teasing instincts.
Every single day, you'll hear a joke about you having a praise kink, purely because it makes Angel laugh.
But he's only teasing, of course. If you actually tell him you're uncomfortable, of course he'll stop. The last thing he wants is for you to feel uncomfortable with him.
He'll also get you dog toys and chew toys if you find them fun!
And his absolute favorite thing to do is pet your ears and ruffle your tail, especially if they're as fluffy as his chest is! He finds the sensation soothing.
If you growl at him, chances are he'll growl back at you just to mess with you.
Or he'll make a claw motion and do the little "rawr~" thing because he finds it amusing how you react when you don't know how to respond to something.
He'll also definitely tease you if your tail ever wags.
"That a tail or are ya just happy ta see me, baby boy~?"
He's a tease but... very sweet. Toward you, at least.
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At first, she didn't really see the appeal of dating a puppy hybrid. She treats Vortex like a guard dog, and she initially expected you to be the same.
But of course, who could resist a cute puppy? She quickly warmed up to you, finding you absolutely adorable. Whereas Verosika is sultry and seductive, you were cute and innocent, and she loved that about you.
She'd often find herself petting your head and telling you what a good boy/girl you were, seemingly without actually consciously meaning to. She just couldn't resist, the puppy eyes were too much for her!
"Aww, S/O! Such a good boy/girl! Who's my good boy/girl? You are! Yes you are!"
Yeah, even after you start dating, that doesn't change. She still calls you that, but her affections now run even deeper.
As in, she buys you a LOT of dog toys. A lot. She doesn't know why you love them so much, but she knows she wants you to be happy, because you absolutely deserve it.
She's also greatly amused whenever you bark or growl, but shh, don't tell anyone. That isn't part of her persona!
Sometimes, when you're cuddling, she'll wrap her tail around yours and slowly wag them both, since she knows it both stimulates you and expresses affection.
She'd also probably use your barking and growling to her advantage to scare people she doesn't like off. Nine times out of ten, it works. Dogs can be pretty scary when they're not being friendly actively, and puppies are no different.
"That was amazing, S/O. You really know how to scare a little bitch off!"
You didn't really mean to scare anyone, but you were happy Verosika was happy.
She did send that person an apology note at your insistence, though, luckily.
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ilovechuuy4 · 7 months ago
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S/O gifting Chuuya a puppy for his birthday? ≧◡≦
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I Was Meant For You, Baby. Being With You Makes the Flame Burn Good. ✧٭*꙳
Warnings; none other than thicker paragraphs
Description; Giving your boyfriend a pet for his birthday!
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A/N; Sorry if this took so long! I wanted 2 wait till chuuyas birthday since it isn't too far from nikolai's! Hope you enjoy!! Also I was flooded out my house (literally) so please bare with me! (HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY BEAUTIFUL BEST WIFE!1!1!1!!1!2?2?2?2?1!1!1!1!) (F/N is friends name)
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You glance at the clock on the wall, 5:23PM a nice Sunday evening on the 28th of April. You had a day until Chuuyas birthday but you already knew what you were getting for his present, that's why you were sitting in a pet adoption center right now. There were dogs barking, cats meowing and other animals noises. Needlessly to say, it was loud.
You were waiting for a specific dog to come out. It was the perfect one for Chuuya. You waited a bit longer until you saw the door open that led to the animals and there runs a puppy, it was a golden retriever. The puppy's coat was this bright shiny golden blonde with these soft brown eyes. Maybe the energy of the dog was different from chuuya's but surely it'll mix well no matter what.
The golden dog's tail was wagging frantically as the employee let go of the small leash, letting the dog go as it jumped in your lap, licking at your face. You laugh softly, running your nails in the coat of the new fluffy companion.
You reach into your pocket and grab your wallet and take out the money; paying the employee. They take the money with a soft nod and fill somethings out before letting you go. You had to keep the dog at a friends house for only a day since chuuya's birthday wasn't until the next day.
You drop the entergetic animal off at F/N apartment for the day while you not only go shopping for a cake but for the puppy too. You make your way to the closest store, making your way to the small bakery built inside. You talk to the baker who was at the front, telling her exactly what you want and what time I'd be picked up, around 3pm tomorrow; Monday, April 29th. You watched as she jotted the details down and she nodded. "Alright ma'am/sir, that'll be around $20 (around 335 in pesos and 3,086 in Japanese yen.) tomorrow when you pick it up." The kind woman said with a thankful smile.
Once you pre-ordered, you scurry off through the market, grabbing chuuya a new fedora to add to his collection along with a nice red wine. You then make your way to the pet isle. There was a lot but you got the essentials; dog food, specifically wet food since it was only a puppy, chew toys, treats, bowls etc. Then you walk your way to check out spending around a good $150(23,197 yen or 2,557 Pecos) you sigh, the hat was pretty expensive, it was around 80-90 USD. You rub the back of your neck as you leave the store, bags in hand.
You drive home, entering the house but keeping the bags in trunk of your car. Once you are inside the house, slipping off your shoes and coat, you are met with a slightly upset blue eyed man, your boyfriend. His arms crossed over his narrow chest, his bright blue irises dangerously showing his mood of anger. "Where were you? You're usually home hours before I am, but I'm here hours before you are home?" Chuuya questions, he was very serious.
"Well I was uhm.." You stamppered, you couldn't make up a good enough excuse. "I was at my friends house, F/N? them?" You said, rubbing the back of your neck. You were obviously lying, nothing could get past the ginger even if you tried. "I won't push, doll. But you gotta tell me when you won't be home. I was worried." He stated, he never pushed you to tell him where you were, he wanted to it come out naturally with no force, he didn't like trying to push answers out, it felt odd to him.
Chuuya walked forward and embraced you, holding you close, hands holding your hips. "Let's go order some food and watch a movie, yeah?" Chuuya recommended, gently grazing your lips with his. You smile and nod as you follow him to the couch. The night grew and the both of y'all became tired. "Let's go to bed, darlin'." He said, gently lifting your to red body off the couch and into yalls shared bedroo, laying you don't and slipping under the covers with you.
As the night wore and the day grew you shirt confortably in the bed, waking up with a yawn. It was 2pm, Chuuya had let you sleep in since you were out so late last night doing god knows what (or at least he didn't know what you were doing.) You yawn, stretching your bones as they pop and crack, the sounds sending shivers down your spine. You yawn onces more before getting out of bed.
You scurry around the bedroom, taking a shower, drying your hair and putting on your clothes you were going to wear to pick up and cake and the puppy. Nothing big, something simple. You grab your bag with your wallet and walk out the house, getting into your car and driving to the same store. You were only a couple minutes early but that was always a good thing as you walked to the bakery section. The same lady greets you with a welcoming smile as he walks to the back, bringing back the cake.
The cake with a simple French vanilla. Thick, swirly dollops of icing, boarding around the top and bottom. The bottom layered with dark chocolate shavings, those also layered at the top on top of the swirls of icing. In black icing, a neat, swirly cursive wrote; "Happy birthday Chuuya." You take out your wallet to pay the kind lady with a smile before taking your card back and walking out the store.
Once leaving the store, you stop by F/N house and pick up the fluffy compainion. It was jumping around, barking and other nonsense in the back seat of the car as you pull up to your house. You reach back, putting the leash on the collar and helping the puppy out the car. It runs inside the house as you squat down to feed it, pouring the food into the bowl in the back room where you sadly had to keep the cute golden for a few minutes more before your boyfriend came home.
You put the fedora and red wine in a small bag and stuff it with tissue paper. You gently place it on the marbled counter top as you take out the cake from the fridge and placing it beside the gift bag. Before you knew it, you heard the rustingly of keys and the front door unlocking, the hinges on the door squeeking as it opened, and there behold your beautiful boyfriend.
"Doll, I'm home. How ar-" his sentence cut off, his eyes going to the gift and cake, a smile spreading on his face as he looked at you. "You know, you shouldn't have?" He said with a chuckle, walking towards you and wrapping you in a hug, hands going around your waist. "I uhm.. I have another gift for you." You said with a nervous giggle before you could say anything else there was barking in the back ground, making chuuyas eyes widen.
"You got a dog?! Where?" Chuuya exclaimed, his eyes wide but he seemed excited. You gently pull away from Chuuya, scurrying to the room the dog was confined in, opening the door. You watched as the puppy hopped and jumped, running around before going to the taken aback chuuya. His eyes widden in gleam as he squats down to pet it was a smile.
"You really got a fuckin' dog?" He said unbelieved, running his hand down the dogs thick coat of fur. "I mean yeah. I know you wanted one so, what do you wanna name her?" You ask with a smile. "Princess." He said, he was straightforward with it and he meant it, this dog's name was gonna be princess and you were well aware it was going to be spoiled like one.
"Mhm alright, princess it is." You say with a slight laugh. You watch as Chuuya stands up and walks over to you hugging you tight. "You don't know how much you; and this. means to me, darlin'. I love you so much." He murmurs softly, kissing your lips slowly, Princess directly between yalls legs.
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vermilionsun · 5 months ago
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Hi hi! I’d like to ask for some hcs for Ais, Vere and Leander (separate, if 3 charas aren’t allowed then just Ais and Vere, please!) who’s s/o has a tiny dog (like a toy poodle size) and the doggo just adores the LIs? Thank you :]
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Toy Poodles are so cute 😭
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Ais
✩ Ais raises a brow as the little puppy comes up to him wagging its tail.
✩ He looks down at the puppy and chuckles before looking back at his s/o. “Yours?”
✩ Ais looks slightly confused but he squats down bends down and lets the puppy sniff his hand before picking it up from the ground and holding it in his arms, running his hand through its fluffy fur.
✩ The puppy barks and wiggles around in his arms, rolling over onto its back, panting happily as he pets it. “Hm, it's cute… What's its name?”
✩ From that day onward, Ais found himself enjoying the puppy's company, even though he wouldn't show it. He'd secretly feed it treats behind your back and even play with it when you weren't looking, still keeping up his nonchalant facade.
✩ He was over at your place a lot more now, the puppy had grown attached to him (and so had he).
✩ The puppy seemed to absolutely adore him, following him everywhere like a little shadow and always coming back to him for affection and cuddles.
✩ Ais even started referring to it as 'his' puppy when he didn't think you were around, but again, he'd never admit it to you directly.
✩ Ais found himself talking to the puppy, though he'd pretend he was just "mumbling to himself", asking it how it's day was and telling it secretly how cute he thought it was. Despite his rough exterior, he had a soft spot for the little ball of fur.
✩ Princess, despite her initial dislike of it, actually softened up a bit upon meeting the puppy. She'd watch from a distance as Ais interacted with the puppy, often joining in on the fun.
✩ Ais would occasionally let the puppy sleep beside him, pretending he didn't mind the extra company.
✩ He even started giving it little nicknames.
✩ If you ever caught him, he'd quickly turn away and pretend he wasn't doing anything.
✩ “I've only known it for a day and a half, but if anything happened to it, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.”
Leander
🗡 Leander's eyes light up as he sees the puppy
🗡 “Well, aren't you just the cutest little furball. What's your name, little one?”
🗡 He crouches down to the puppy's level and gently sticks out his hand for the puppy to sniff. “You are just the cutest little thing, aren't you? Is it okay if I give you a pat?”
🗡 The puppy starts bouncing around his feet, its ears flopping around. “You're quite the playful one, huh?” Leander chuckles and pats the puppy gently on its head, careful not to be too rough, scratching the puppy behind its ears. “Oh, you like that, don't you? You're a little bundle of energy, aren't you?”
🗡 Ever since that day, Leander and the puppy became i n s e p a r a b l e.
🗡 The man fell completely in love. Absolutely smitten. He treats the puppy like royalty, like his own child.
🗡 The puppy would follow him everywhere and Leander would dote on it constantly, spoiling it with treats and toys, playing with it, taking it for walks, teaching it tricks. and even including it in his daily activities.
🗡 Leander's s/o would often find them curled up together, the puppy napping in his lap as he worked, or them playing tug-of-war with a favorite chew toy in the back alley of the Wick.
🗡  He loves showing off her skills to everyone, proudly calling it his little "accomplished companion."
🗡 Leander finds himself more lighthearted when he's around the puppy, his usual demeanor softening in its presence.
🗡 Leander even began weaving the puppy into his magical practices, using it as a source of inspiration and energy that allowed him to focus his power more effectively.
🗡 He would talk to the puppy as if it understood him, telling it about his day and his troubles, finding solace in having someone to talk to, even if that someone had four legs and a wagging tail.
🗡 “—nOT IN FRONT OF MY CHILD–” *covers its ears with his hands*
🗡 Now you have two entities begging for your attention with puppy eyes.
Vere
✦ Vere's attention is immediately stolen by the adorable ball of fluff.
✦ "Well, aren't you just the cutest little thing? Look at you, all tiny and precious!"
✦ He crouches down to get a closer look, his gaze studying the puppy with genuine affection. He reaches out his hand, making soft clicking noises to get the little puppy's attention.
✦ "Come here, you adorable little fluff ball. Let me see those big, beautiful eyes."
✦ The puppy, sensing Vere's energy, begins to wag its little tail and bounce around excitedly. It looks up at Vere with glossy eyes, its tiny tongue sticking out as it lets out a melodic yip.
✦ A soft chuckle escapes Vere's lips, heart melting at the sight of the little canine. "Oh, you're just so full of life, aren't you? Just a little bundle of joy and cuteness." He extends his hand further, gently patting the puppy's head and stroking its soft fur.
✦ Vere becomes enamored with the little puppy. He takes every opportunity to shower the tiny canine with affection.
✦ The puppy, in turn, becomes incredibly fond of Vere. It becomes his constant companion, eagerly bouncing by his side whenever he's around, jumping on his lap whenever he sits down, curling up against his chest for cuddles and naps, licking his face.
✦ “See darling? It’s obvious it loves me more!”
✦ Vere spends countless hours playing with the puppy, rolling around on the floor, tossing small toys for it to fetch, engaging in lighthearted wrestling matches and even trying to teach it a few tricks.
✦ During quiet moments, Vere would sit with the puppy in his lap, gently petting and scratching behind its ears. The pup would bask in the attention, nuzzling against him and licking his fingers affectionately.
✦ As time passed, Vere's usual aloofness and reserved demeanor melted away whenever the puppy was around. He would find himself laughing more often, his icy demeanor replaced by a softer, more carefree attitude
✦  He seemed to forget his own troubles in the presence of the puppy's innocent exuberance. Late-night strolls become a regular occurrence, with the puppy trotting alongside him, its paws pattering against the pavement.
✦ One day, Vere finds himself sitting on the floor, surrounded by a chaotic mess of toys and snacks. The puppy is sitting right in front of him, nibbling on a chewy toy and playfully tugging at one of his shoelaces. As Vere watches the puppy's antics, a sense of contentment washes over him. He realizes that he never had something so pure and real in his life before. The puppy doesn't care about his past mistakes or hidden truths. It simply loves him.
✦ “Ah, yes, this is my partner in crime. Don’t you dare touch it or not even Kuras will be able to heal you.”
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cinnbar-bun · 6 months ago
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um um i've never requested stuff b4 so i hope this is ok and also isn't too vague / silly of a prompt ;_;...
may i request hcs for doppio x a reader who's a total dog-dad/pet parent?
like brings their dog everywhere that's not dangerous, treats them better then they treat themselves, genuinely considers murder if someone even makes a tiny negative joke abt their dog etc 😭... (or maybe just hcs abt how doppio would feel arnd a reader who has a big dog in general:3 whatever works better for u !!!) /nf
— @child-ofdust (i hope i didnt type too much help) 🐾
A/n: YEAH OF COURSE DEAR HERE U GO!!! I changed it up a bit so it's kinda a combination of both your ideas so hope that's okay <3
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Doppio w/ an S/O who has a dog
Notes: GN!Reader, Doppio so pssttt there's kinda a spoiler for Part 5 do not read if you haven't seen it, minor swearing, but pretty funny and fluffy
WC: ~.6k
Doppio hasn’t had much experience with dogs. Yes, he’s seen dogs before, occasionally pet one a few times, perhaps got unlucky to be chased by many of them. He was initially worried how your dog would react to him because he’s worried your dog will hate him and run after him. 
Your dog was actually pretty kind to him, which made him so happy and relieved. Doppio is crying tears of joy that your dog does not want to maul him like a chew toy. He shouldn’t have been that surprised, honestly, but it was still a welcome treat for Doppio. 
He sees how much you love your dog and he finds it really sweet! Doppio does like to care for smaller animals and insects, and seeing that you care for your dog makes him feel better. He feels happy knowing you treat your dog with respect and tons of love. 
He would be nervous initially to care for your dog because he doesn’t want to make you or your dog uncomfortable. He’s kind of like… ‘am I allowed to touch your dog? Can I pet them? Can I brush them?’ 
Please help him, he’s never done this before and he’s very anxious. 
Doppio is acting extra gentle with your dog because he hasn’t yet gauged what is an appropriate amount of force needing to brush or clean your dog. After you teach him and get him used to it a few times, Doppio gets the hang of it and can do it on his own. 
He’s not jealous of your dog, he’s not that kind of guy. Again, he really cares for some animals and your dog is a sweetie pie. You love your dog so much, and Doppio loves you very much, so of course he’d love your dog! 
He kinda sees your dog as like… your child? In a weird way? He’s just like yep, this is my beloved and this is our dog <3 I love my family <3 
And unlike a certain other man who shall not be named he does not abandon his family <3
He has so much fun playing with you and your dog. Especially if your dog likes to jump on him and snuggle him he loves it so much!!! Fluffy attack he’s laughing so hard until there are tears pouring down his face. 
Also, he takes his dog duties so seriously. If you ask him to walk the dog or give the dog a bath, Doppio is preparing like he’s going to war. He’s so focused and determined and nothing will stop him from caring for your dog. Absolutely nothing can break his concentration and so help him if anything dares to interrupt or prevent him from-
Torurururururu!
He’s quickly picking up a dog bone and straight up just YELLS at Diavolo. 
“What the HELL do you want? Huh? I’m walking my dog! Don’t you know how to time shit correctly? I’M BUSY!!!!” 
Doppio is so angry at Diavolo for calling him at these times, he just gets incredibly frustrated at him for interrupting his time with you and your cute dog. 
After he gets off the “phone” he needs lots of snuggles and kisses from you and your dog or else he might pop a blood vessel. 
Hilarious idea but Diavolo telling Doppio what to do with your dog whenever Doppio gets confused or is unsure of what do. 
“Ah, damn, what is the dog food we get again?” He says at the store. “The blue one.” “This one?” “Yeah. That one.” “Thanks, boss.”
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sabo-has-my-heart · 2 years ago
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Anon from the "missing ask" here, I'm sorry for the inconvenience aaaaaaa. My request was Yamato letting his female s/o see his Hybrid form for the first time, but worrying that she would start seeing him as some sort of monster. Instead, she reassures Yamato that she loves him just the same because it's still him, and then comes what I said in the ask that did go through. (I hope it makes sense ahdghuegdhgd)
Hi, thanks for sending in the first part again. I hope this is about what you wanted and thank you for being so patient with me; I've been a tad busy lately.
Warnings: NSFW, AFAB!Yamato, fem!bodied Yamato, use of toys, 
Word Count: 1380
     Your beloved boyfriend paced back and forth in front of you, biting his lip. He’d said he wanted to talk to you about something, something important. After he’d reassured you that he wasn’t going to break up with you, he’d pulled you to his room and sat you on his bed while he paced. 
     “Yamato, darling, please, you’re going to chew a hole through your lip.” you said, getting up and putting a thumb on his lower lip, pulling it from between his teeth.
     “I… sorry, I just… I’m…” Yamato swallowed hard, “I’m worried you’ll see me differently after I tell you, I… I just… I love you so much and I don’t want to lose you.” he said, pulling you close, his large body trembling as he held you tight. You laughed slightly and shook your head, holding your worried boyfriend. 
     “Nothing could make me see you any differently than I do now, my dearest. I’ll still love you. Even when I found out you were the son of Kaido, I never treated you any different. If I can look past you being the son of that monster, don’t you think I can see past whatever it is that you have to show me?” you asked, your words calming the young man. Pulling away, he nodded before sitting you back down on the bed. Taking a couple steps back, he transformed into his hybrid form without a word. Hands and feet growing claws, long hair flowing freely, looking almost like a mane, a mouth full of sharp fangs, elongated ears, and a fluffy tail. Still, despite what he feared was a monstrous appearance, you just smiled lovingly at him.
     “So I finally get to see your devil fruit?” you asked with a small laugh, standing up and walking back over to him, caressing his cheek. Your hand slowly moved up from his cheek to card through his hair, humming and smiling at how soft it was. Silky tresses now soft like fur, already pale skin now white as snow, “So beautiful.” you whispered, closing your eyes as you pressed your lips against his. Slowly, tentatively, you ran your tongue over his lips, the surprised man hesitantly allowing you access. You carefully slid your tongue over sharp fangs until you felt him take the lead once more, arms wrapping around you once more as he chased your tongue back into your own mouth with his own. 
     “You… you’re okay with this? Don’t… don’t I look like a monster?” he asked once he’d pulled away, once for you to laugh again.
     “No, you don’t look like a monster. You look kind of like a wolf, like a soft puppy.” you said almost teasingly, making him blush, the pink color more noticeable on his white cheeks. 
     “You… you’re so amazing.” he muttered, gently kissing you again and again, each kiss growing more passionate. 
     “Yamato… I… I want you.” you whispered against his lips when he pulled back for breath. You’d never felt closer to him, never felt more in love with him than right now. Staring into your eyes, he slowly nodded, carefully laying you on the bed. 
     “I want you too Y/n.” he said softly, transforming back into his human form as he caressed your cheek. It didn’t take long for you to remove each other’s clothes as you continuously met each other for one kiss after another. Running your hands over his body, you smiled, hybrid form or human form, he was always the most beautiful thing you’d ever laid eyes on. His own large hands roamed your body, thumbs lightly flicking over your nipples as he did his best to caress every inch of your body. Hesitantly, he took a nipple in his mouth while his hand wandered downwards, a shiver running down his spine when he reached your pussy, fingers sliding over your wet folds. You pulled him away from your breasts, pulling him in for another kiss. It took all he had not to lose himself in your lips, fingers slowly gliding past your folds, breaching your tight cunt with two fingers. Your pussy was wet, warm, and oh so tight around his digits. He whimpered as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, finally melting into your kiss. It wasn’t enough, he needed more, he needed you. Reaching blindly, he managed to find his strap on, whining when you took it from him. Another whine left his lips as he felt you slide one end against his own wet cunt, followed by a gasp when you slid the toy inside of him. It felt so good to have you slowly pushing the faux cock inside him, breathing heavily as you sheathed it inside of him, hands securing the straps as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of your pussy. 
     “P-please, Y/n. I want you so bad.” he whimpered, burying his head in the crook of your neck. A small giggle reached his ears, sounding like the most heavenly music.
     “Then pull your fingers out and take me. I want you too, my sweet wolf.” you whispered, sending another shudder down his spine. As much as he wanted to continue feeling your tight cunt around his fingers, he pulled them out before positioning the toy at your entrance. 
     “Are… are you sure?” he asked, pausing as the head of the toy rubbed against you.
     “More sure than I’ve ever been. I want you Yamato.” you answered, moaning when you felt him finally slide inside you, your walls tight around the plastic dick. Pulling him close once more, you kissed him again and again, both of you breathless as he began to thrust in and out of your pussy, both of you moaning in pleasure. 
     “Y-Y/n. S-so good.” he whined, pulling you close as his thrusts sped up. He wanted more, wanted to hear you cry out his name. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, hands wrapping around his neck, tangling in his silky hair. All you could do was moan as he held you, pounding in and out of your tight cunt. It felt so good to connect with him like this, to have him holding you while he fucked you. A whine left your lips as you felt your beloved boyfriend nip at your neck and shoulder, undoubtedly leaving hickeys and bite marks all along your skin. His marks, ones that claimed you as his and his alone. The sight had his thrusts growing faster, rougher as he moaned your name. The sound of his name leaving your lips had him holding onto you for dear life as he pounded in and out of you, losing himself in your body, in your hold as you moaned his name again and again, like a mantra. 
     “Y/n, so close, so close. Need you, need you to cum with me. Please.” he begged, burying his head in the crook of your neck, his eyes squeezed shut. 
     “Ahh, yes, g-gonna cum! So close, so close! Y-Yamato!” you cried out, pussy clenching down around the faux cock as you came. Yamato’s cries echoed yours, holding to you even tighter as he came as well, stilling inside of you as he gushed around the toy, his cum and yours leaking down to mix together as it dripped down onto the sheets. Doing your best to catch your breath, you held your white haired love close as you both came down from your high, holding each other close. 
     “I… I love you, Y/n.” he whispered, face still nuzzled into the crook of your neck as he pulled out.
     “I love you too, my sweet wolf.” you said, running your fingers through his hair, still holding him close. Setting the strap aside, Yamato curled up with you, rolling you over so you could cuddle up with him properly.
     “Thank you… for accepting me.” he said, face now nuzzled into your hair.
     “I’ll always accept you, devil fruit user, wolf, son of Kaido, none of that matters. I love you more than anything.” you said, holding him as you both started to drift off, “I’ll love you… forever… my sweet wolf.” you muttered before finally falling asleep in his arms. 
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wazzappp · 7 months ago
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A FEAST. A BANQUET BEFITTING A LORD. HOLY S H I T. who do I have to fight to get you more 4 day weekends dude I'll do it. I'll fucking do it. I wont hesitate betch.
/--Chris would probably dismember them both and cremate them in an oil drum. Heck, he could probably skip the cremation step and just leave their corpses in the house. No one would find them for years./
The whole Chris introduction is GREAT. Yeah no theres a healthy fear for the man who punches boulders into submission thats fair thats very fair. But also ROBBIE. HE. YOU CANT. YOU WONT GO DOWN IF YOU GET SHOT YOU KNOW THAT RIGHT??? the boy being oblivious is. my fucking favorite thing. And you write it SO well theres so many great little 'wink wink' moments in this it has me CHEWING MY FINGERNAILS OFF AAGGHHHHH. Deadpool breaks the fourth wall but you play tennis with it dude and that is SO impressive.
/Mr. Redfield seemed like he wanted to appear harmless. He generally arrived in a nondescript rental car, biceps straining the sleeves of his polo shirt, bearing some comics or Cholula hot sauce or something else he thought would endear him to them./
CHOLULA MY BELOVED peak hot sauce I fight and die on this hill >:] Ah yes, ridiculously ripped Chris is quite the important plot point. Dude is just built different. Built Ford Tough. Absolute UNIT of a man.
Robbie going into a full dissertation mentally about how bikes work and comparing them to cars was so fucking funny to me. Like yes my dude this is the most important thing to be thinking about at this very moment good job.
/“It’s big,” he remarked.
“The seat’s not hard to adjust.”
Crap. Mr. Redfield must think Robbie was complaining./
OH HE JUST LIKE ME. HE JUST LIKE ME FRFR.
/Robbie was already sprinting around the Tacoma, between the endless shrubs, down the rocky slope after Gabe, who was hurtling toward the ocean at ten, fifteen, twenty miles an hour—toward the ocean and the rough cliffs that led down to it./
Press X to doubt about the speed dude but also PANIK. Yeah no I could see how that would freak him tf out; no idea what your little brothers newfound capabilities limits are (I feel like I fucked up that grammar a little but whatever) and he just goes NYOOOOOOM.
/“Whoa, little dude, safety first,” Mr. Redfield called, waving the boxed helmet in one hand as he overtook Robbie without obvious effort. Maybe he was some kind of bioweapon./
FIRST OF ALL: DONT FUCKING TEMPT ME, IVE THOUGHT ABOUT IT. SECOND OF ALL: AHA. AHAHAHAHA. HAHAHAHAAAAA. pot calling the kettle black moment. THIRD OF ALL: llololol lmfao being made of fungus cant fix your poor cardiorespiratory health dude. Hop on a bike and get on that shit <33
/Robbie grasped desperately for some way to explain his panic besides, every time you show me something new you can do I get scared you’re possessed again./
OK O W YEAH THATS PRETTY. OW. FUCK. OK.
/“If you cracked your head open I’d be so sad I might die.” Then Gabe slumped and let Redfield tighten the chinstrap according to the diagrams./
If he cracked his head open it would probably fix itself in about a week but theres no need for him to know that yet :] also FJDKSLF:JKDSLJFKLDS THATS ONE WAY TO CONVINCE HIM LOL
Oh my GOD. The whole bit about Jack teaching him how to ride, Eveline treating him like a toy. AGH. Its so so very cool that he can ride a bike now but the CIRCUMSTANCES. REQUIRING 'DECONTAMINATION' HOOGHHHS. AAAAAAAAA. FUCK. Oh boy Robbies separation anxiety is about to be put through the fucking ringer isn't it. Congrats, he can now very quickly and easily leave not just your area of sight but your area of HEARING. The 'are you fucking kidding me' was well earned Chris XD
/Why was he acting shocked. He’d read their file. Foster kids couldn’t haul bikes from home to home. “Who was gonna teach me?”
“Me,” Redfield muttered. “Now. Apparently.”/
Don't make me emotional about them oh my god. oh my GOD. I gotta. Bonding session bike riding drawing time. Fuck. Come on Chris talk about teaching Claire how to ride a bike. Discussing your younger sibling with him would make leaps and bounds in your relationship. Hnnnggjdkflsa get cared for idiot. Get CARED FOR.
/“Is it a requirement?” Robbie checked.
“No, not like firearms training,” Redfield said, confirming one of Robbie’s previous suspicions and raising more questions at the same time. “But I figure you want to keep up with him.”/
Yayyyyyyyy being groomed into a weapon momenttttt just slightly more humanely I guess. At least he has Chris instead of Krauser lol.
Anyway, I need to turn your writing into soup so I can drown myself in it thank you
Ghost Rider/RE7 AU fanfic: Skills
Follows directly from this fic. Set in @wazzappp's Ghost Rider/RE7 fusion AU, during the period that Robbie and Gabe are living in an isolated BSAA-provided safe-house, watched by intelligence agents and also by Chris Redfield.
At least until the thing with Mia, Ethan Winters and Chris Redfield seemed to be friends, and Ethan seems to have looked up to Chris. I don't see this happening with Robbie. Not to say anything bad about Chris -- I'm not familiar enough with his character -- but his wiki page has his full career and this man has spent twenty years professionally shooting things. I just don't see Robbie getting that cozy with him, not without a long adjustment period.
Anyway, here Chris is being friendly. He's got a soft spot for orphans.
Mr. Redfield (like hell was Robbie going to call the private military contractor on whose word they had been extrajudicially deported to a Spanish-speaking country under false Mexican passports, and who had probably trained the guys who trained the guys who disappeared people for the cartels down south, “Chris”) showed up a couple times a month to supervise Robbie practicing with his illegal BSAA-issued firearms and make nice with Gabe. Gabe liked Chris. Robbie had to let them think he liked Chris, because if Chris ever decided that Robbie and Gabe were more trouble than they were worth, presumably as witnesses against Cutting-Edge Health Connections or whoever it actually was that had snatched Gabe up for his life-saving experimental “therapy,” then Chris would probably dismember them both and cremate them in an oil drum. Heck, he could probably skip the cremation step and just leave their corpses in the house. No one would find them for years.
Career-choice aside, Mr. Redfield seemed like he wanted to appear harmless. He generally arrived in a nondescript rental car, biceps straining the sleeves of his polo shirt, bearing some comics or Cholula hot sauce or something else he thought would endear him to them. Today, he trundled down the miles-long gravel drive to the house in a Toyota Tacoma. Robbie didn’t know they sold those in Spain. As he approached, Robbie spotted something mechanical and spindly in the truck bed, which resolved itself into a pair of bicycles.
“Got something for you two,” Mr. Redfield announced, getting out and lowering the tailgate. He vaulted into the bed, and motioned for Robbie to grab the bicycles as he handed them down. Robbie had to take a moment to identify a secure place to grip them; bicycles were about 80% moving parts. Robbie steadied them both awkwardly by the handles to keep them from toppling over, and Mr. Redfield jumped down with a large brightly printed box under each arm. “Casco para Bici de Montaña” and “Casco Juvenil para Bici,” the glossy boxes read. The price stickers were still in place; the helmets had each cost over fifty euros.
Mr. Redfield waved for Gabe to come over, and Gabe ran up and grabbed his helmet with both hands—“Is that for me? Do I have to give it back? Does Robbie get one?”—while Mr. Redfield used his foot to depress a metal brace near the bottom of the frames that allowed each bike to stand upright so Robbie could let go of them.
“They’re a little old-fashioned and I had to guess on the sizes,” Mr. Redfield apologized, gesturing to the bikes. “I figure they should be good enough to have some fun on, though.”
Robbie couldn’t guess what about these bikes was old-fashioned; the paint and seats had a few scrapes and there were stickers plastered to the frame of the smaller bike, but they both had actual shocks with springs and pistons and everything. Each handle had its own cluster of levers and cables. Robbie wasn’t stupid, he knew a bike was basically a big pair of gyroscopes that steadied you as they rotated and he could deduce that the levers and gears and chain served the same purpose as a manual transmission for whatever fraction of a horsepower a human’s legs produced, but understanding how one worked and actually operating one were very different. These weren’t the small one-speed bikes his peers back home might meander along the city sidewalks or pull wheelies on; these looked like the kind grinning sweaty white people rode down mountains on TV commercials for allergy medication. The saddle on the larger bike was taller than Robbie’s hip. If he tried to sit on it, neither of his feet would touch the ground. “It’s big,” he remarked.
“The seat’s not hard to adjust.”
Crap. Mr. Redfield must think Robbie was complaining. Robbie had no opinions about bicycles—no, maybe he did. Bikes were quiet, inexpensive to operate, difficult to conceal tracking devices on, simple to repair, and while they couldn’t compete with cars on the freeway, they were the next best thing for long-distance travel. And they didn’t require ID or registration. If the BSAA had meant to trap Robbie and Gabe in this off-grid house, maybe Mr. Redfield was offering them a plausibly deniable escape. Or maybe he was just irresponsible. That left only the major problem. “Gabe doesn’t know how to ride a bike.”
Mr. Redfield made as though to punch Robbie in the shoulder, and Robbie flinched before he could stop himself. Redfield completed the punch slower, lightly, the same way he insisted on manually adjusting Robbie’s posture when he supervised firearms practice, like he was doing Robbie some kind of favor by pushing his tactile boundaries. “Well, lucky he’s got you for a big bro, huh?”
“Uh, about that,” Robbie started, then froze when he heard a crumbly hiss of tires on sand, and a scream moving rapidly downhill. “¡Ay! Gabe!”
“Thought you said he didn’t know—” Mr. Redfield started, but Robbie was already sprinting around the Tacoma, between the endless shrubs, down the rocky slope after Gabe, who was hurtling toward the ocean at ten, fifteen, twenty miles an hour—toward the ocean and the rough cliffs that led down to it.
“Gabe! Stop!” Robbie stumbled on a loose rock and gasped for air. “Gabe!”
“Whoa, little dude, safety first,” Mr. Redfield called, waving the boxed helmet in one hand as he overtook Robbie without obvious effort. Maybe he was some kind of bioweapon. “Come on back here, let’s get this fitted.”
Gabe arrested his headlong course toward certain death by some kind of miracle, and turned his bike around a mere five hundred yards from the cliff. (It looked closer from Robbie’s perspective.) He stood up on the pedals to put his weight into climbing back up the hill, just like he’d had full use of his legs his entire life, before swinging down off the bike and walking the rest of the way, panting. Robbie wheezed and braced his hands on his knees when they reached each-other.
“Cliff,” Robbie managed. “Gabe. Don’t go down the cliff.”
“Wasn’t gonna,” Gabe protested. “That’d be stupid.”
“I know, I know you’re not stupid. But.” Robbie grasped desperately for some way to explain his panic besides, every time you show me something new you can do I get scared you’re possessed again. “This ground is a bad surface for braking. You could skid and lose control at high speeds.”
“I want to try on my helmet,” Gabe said, passing his bike to Robbie as he jogged up to where Mr. Redfield was opening the box. Robbie watched closely as Redfield set the helmet on Gabe and stuck little strips of foam to the inner rim wherever Gabe said it chafed him. Gabe kept trying to loosen the chinstrap until Robbie admonished, “If you cracked your head open I’d be so sad I might die.” Then Gabe slumped and let Redfield tighten the chinstrap according to the diagrams. Redfield was following the English language instructions, but Robbie noticed that he’d had to turn to the middle of the guide pamphlet to find them. The front pages were all in Spanish.
“Thought he didn’t know how,” Mr. Redfield remarked, not bothering to lower his voice despite Gabe being right there.
“Uh,” Robbie said. He still knew almost nothing of what Gabe’s life had been like while the Connections had had him, but he doubted it had included many outdoor activities. Gabe was looking away, picking at a sticker on his bike’s handlebars. “He was...away...for a while.”
“Daddy Baker taught me,” Gabe explained. His voice was quiet. “He taught Evie first. Then me. She really liked it, she made me ride for her after she got too old.”
Robbie swallowed. “You, uh. Are you happy to have your own bike now?”
“Yeah.” Gabe was still absorbed peeling off the previous owner’s stickers, but Robbie watched Mr. Redfield watching his brother with a blank, analytical expression. “Evie was really sad she couldn’t play with her real body anymore. She was nicer when I let her play with me.”
Did Gabe mean play together or play with, like a toy? Hopefully Mr. Redfield would assume Gabe meant the first one, because the second option might have left traces that might require more aggressive decontamination. “I’m really proud of you for learning how to do this,” Robbie said, trying to change the subject. “But you gotta tell me before you go out riding, okay? And stay where I can see you. I don’t want you getting lost again.”
“I wasn’t lost, I was turned around,” Gabe protested.
Mr. Redfield laughed. “Great comeback. Okay, dude. To keep from getting turned around, you just look for your major landmarks. Right here, that’s the water, that’s always gonna be South. You climb up the nearest hill, and you look for either a downhill slope, a river, or the sea itself, and you can figure it out from there.”
“See?” Gabe said, raising one eyebrow at Robbie.
Are you fucking kidding me. Robbie glared helplessly at Mr. Redfield. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome. Now you two can do some sight-seeing. Or,” he said, winking, “zip into town for groceries in an emergency.” What was that wink for. Was Redfield trying to warn and prepare Robbie for something, or just playing Friendly Paramilitary Babysitter? “Don’t act too excited, now.”
“Right, thanks,” Robbie said. “I, uh. I rode a motorcycle once. Bike can’t be that different?”
Redfield frowned. “You never rode a bike?”
Why was he acting shocked. He’d read their file. Foster kids couldn’t haul bikes from home to home. “Who was gonna teach me?”
“Me,” Redfield muttered. “Now. Apparently.”
“Is it a requirement?” Robbie checked.
“No, not like firearms training,” Redfield said, confirming one of Robbie’s previous suspicions and raising more questions at the same time. “But I figure you want to keep up with him.”
“Yeah.” Ahead of them, Gabe mounted his new bike again and squiggled back and forth up the hill toward the driveway. “Thanks.”
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dollslayer · 3 years ago
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For the drabble challenge: Bucky Barnes / He took the last treadmill
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Bucky Barnes x Reader, No Powers AU Summary: Bucky Barnes has stolen the last treadmill and with it, the last shred of your patience. W/C: 2k Warnings: Smut, swearing, semi-public sex, unprotected sex A/N: I wrote this for @syntheticavenger's 5k How it started/How it's going celebration/challenge!! I know it's been a minute since I've written anything but if you liked this please comment/reblog! Main Masterlist
How it started -
You heaved a heavy sigh as you finally got into your car. Looking at the clock on your dashboard you noticed it was nearly 11pm. You were fresh off of a late night at the office that ended with you being chewed out in the boardroom for someone else’s mistakes and desperately needed to release all your pent up rage. You can’t run away from your problems but you can damn well try at the gym.
You reached for the door but before you could reach it a large hand was pulling the handle and holding the door for you. The hand lead to a thick forearm with veins trailing up to perfectly sculpted biceps. You peered up at the owner of the sculpted arm and found it belonged to maybe the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen. He has crystal blue eyes and pillowy lips curved slightly into a grin. Strands of shoulder length hair are falling out of the small bun he’s tied it into and into his face.
You didn’t realize you’d stopped midstep, leaving him waiting on you to walk through the entryway. Quickly looking away with a huff of small embarrassment you muster a small thank you and pick up the pace towards the locker rooms. You were suddenly feeling nervous at the realization that you’d have to work out in front of him but the thought of him in less clothing was appealing enough to distract you.
You’d figured given the hour that the gym wouldn’t be so busy but looking around it was teeming with activity. As if your day couldn’t be any more annoying, one lone treadmill stood open so you hustled to the locker rooms to change so you could claim it.
Just as you were about to put your phone in your locker and head out you were bombarded by a slew of work emails, making you furious all over again. Anger refueled, you set off with new determination for the treadmill. Just as you were about to enter the main gym area the same guy that held the door open for you was headed in the same direction. Smiling, you held the door open for him this time with a small laugh, which he thanked you for before bounding off.
His huge stride was heading in a direction that was giving you a bad feeling. You tried to fastwalk past him, hoping that you could beat him there but before you could touch the rails he was stepping onto the last fucking treadmill. You came to a stop with a look of disbelief and he looked over his shoulder and smirked at you.
“Somethin’ wrong, doll?”
“No,” you scoffed before walking away towards the ellipticals.
With the state of your temper right now you didn’t trust yourself not to blow up on him. You tell yourself that the gym asks people to only use equipment for a certain amount of time, someone’s bound to get off soon. You were breaking a sweat but it wasn’t really releasing all the built up tension you had like running would. Glancing over you spy one open treadmill, but of fucking course the only one open is next to him.
Heaving a sigh you turn up your music and step up to the treadmill intent on ignoring him. His head turns slightly towards you and out of the corner of your eye you spy a smirk. You roll your eyes and up the pace, hoping to block out the rest of the world for a bit.
You let yourself get lost in the workout and finally felt some of your frustrations melt away. When you’d reached your limit and got off you looked around and realized that the man was gone, so was most everyone else. Checking the time you noted it was nearly 2 AM and you figured you’d better call it a night if you were ever going to deal with the shit show that awaited you tomorrow morning at the office.
Walking back to the locker rooms the man from earlier was passing you on his way out and gave you a mischievous grin.
“I steal your treadmill back there, doll?” He asks playfully.
“Don’t let it happen again” You say jokingly with a small smile, still slightly annoyed.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” He chuckles, “Have a good night.”
You wish him a good night as he walks on past you, notes of his body wash hitting your senses. As annoyed as you’d been you definitely wouldn’t mind running into him again.
Another week or so had gone by and another fiasco at work had erupted. You weren’t sure how much more of it you could take but you’d made a habit of running at the gym whenever shit went down at work. You’d yet to run into the handsome stranger again but he’d probably just distract you anyway so it was for the better.
You’d opted for lifting light weights and in doing so, you’d completely missed Man Bun just across the room. You’d forgotten that you wanted to run. You got up and turned towards the treadmills. You had stepped forward just in time for Man Bun to take the last. Fucking. Treadmill. Again. Your jaw actually dropped a little and didn’t try to conceal your scoff.
“Come on!” you even stamped your foot a little. After the time you’ve been having at work all you’d wanted was to let off some steam but here he was again with his cocky attitude treating it like a joke.
He actually stopped the treadmill and turned around, a toothy grin proudly on display.
“I did it again, didn’t I? Don’t worry I’m sure someone else will be off soon”
How it’s going -
Your back met the cold tiles of the shower as he pushed you back with a harsh kiss. His lips caught yours, stealing your moans as his large calloused hands ran their way down your curves. You focused your efforts on pushing down his sweats, his cock springing free from its confines.
“No underwear? How presumptuous” You ask against his lips with a smile.
“What can I say? I was feeling lucky”
He hooked his fingers in your leggings and pulled them down. You hastily stepped out of them and worked to remove your top, leaving you in only a sports bra and your panties. He paused for a second before taking your panties in his fist and snapping them in one go. You gasped, slightly shocked but it just turned you on further.
He was to the point in what he wanted, his fingers finding your core and sinking right in. Your moan turned into a whimper as he curled his fingers inside you, hitting you right in your G-spot. You were feeling small under him, his perfectly toned chest proudly on display and his biceps bulging as he pumped his fingers in and out of you.
The pleasure you were feeling in this moment had you in disbelief that you’d ever been hesitant of him when he cornered you earlier.
By the time you’d finally gotten done with your run you’d realized everyone had petered out, even Man Bun. You reckoned it was time for you to head out too. It was kind of eerie being alone in the gym so you wanted to shower and get out as quickly as possible.
As you were about to push the door open a familiar, large hand covered yours. You could feel his body heat and smell whatever soap he’d used, that’s how close he was. You turned around and he kept his arm outstretched past you, you were practically in his arms.
Your eyes met his and you let out a shaky breath, you weren’t really sure what to make of the expression on his face. You raised your eyebrows in waiting.
“Just wanted to apologize, for takin’ your treadmill and all. Seems to be a habit of mine, huh?”
“I’m starting to think you meant to.”
“I gotta admit, I saw you gunnin’ for that treadmill and I wanted to beat you there. What do you say I make it up to you?”
He was definitely making it up to you now. He was a man on a mission, pressing his palm firmly against your clit and working against your spot, trying desperately to get you to cum. You couldn’t do anything but cling desperately to his shoulders. Your cries were getting louder as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. You finally snapped and came with a shout before nearly slumping against him. His arms caught you and he laughed a little to himself.
“So fuckin’ good for me, you’re gonna take me so well.” He pressed a sloppy kiss to your temple as you tried to get your bearings. You reached down to grab his cock in your hands, he was rock hard and you wanted nothing more than to run your tongue along them.
You shakily began to sink down to your knees but a strong hand grasped you by the shoulders and pulled you up before you could.
“Just wanna feel you” He breathed out before pressing a kiss to your lips.
It was your turn to smirk at him, slowly standing up to your full height. He kissed you again as his large hands grabbed your breasts one at a time, toying with your nipples and making you whimper just slightly. You could feel his cock hard against your thigh and decided you needed him now.
You lifted your thigh up over his hip, which he was all too eager to hold while you grabbed him and positioned him at your entrance. His other hand grasped your hip and he thrusted into you with determination, causing you to let out an obscene moan. He was hitting you so deeply and when he began moving you swore you couldn’t take him.
He hooked one arm under your leg as he pistoned in and out of you at a pace you weren’t quite ready for but you’d reveled in the feeling of. He was hitting you deeper than you’d ever thought possible by anyone else you’d had before.
“Shit,” He huffed, “Gonna fuck you stupid?”
You could only whimper in response as he did just that. He wasn’t holding anything back as he thrust into you over and over. You were quickly becoming overwhelmed but in the best way possible. You couldn’t help the noises that came out of you, couldn’t help the begging for him to continue.
As he pistoned in and out of you while keeping a vice grip on your leg you let out the most wanton little mewls, only spurring him on further. He was dragging every inch of him out of you and then slamming it back in, all the while his thumb toying with your clit. You weren’t sure how much longer you could hold out and you couldn’t tell what was more exciting, the thought of him ruining you or the realization that anyone could walk in and see you two. Right now you didn’t care so long as he kept at it.
You tugged at his tresses, pulling them loose from the low bun they hung in, eliciting grunts and groans from him. You latched your mouth onto his neck and found his sweet spot, sucking a deep bruise into it.
“Fuck, babydoll, I don’t know how much longer I can hold out”
“Then don’t”
That was all the motivation it took for him to slam into you at full force, his fingers working double time to help you reach your high once more. You thought you couldn’t take anymore as he slammed into you harder than he had and bit harshly into your neck as he spilled himself inside of you with one final thrust.
You cried out as you came around him, feeling your pussy pulse in waves as you registered the aftershocks. You leaned your head back against the tiles while you tried to catch your breath, vaguely hearing his own sighs. Finally feeling up to sorts, you looked up at him only to find his hazy blue eyes boring into yours. A part of you can’t believe you’d done such a thing in public with a man who was practically a stranger but the other part was just as turned on by the fact.
“Think I’ve given enough penance for you, doll?”
“Not even close.”
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failedskillcheck · 3 years ago
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Dude your fandom list is just like mine!! I'm so excited to see that, so I just had to send in a request!!
If you're fine with multiple fandoms in one ask, how would Aragorn, Samwise gamgee, Zelda (botw) and Mipha react to a s/o who's career is working with hospitalized kids? I'm hoping to start a career in using video games and pop culture as therapy for kids in hospitals and domestic violence shelters, like playing games with them or talking about their favorite cartoons to get their mind off of their pain and troubles. It's a sorta sad line of work, but I love making people happy and sharing my passions with those who might need it.
Sorry if that's too heavy a subject, I really do love seeing new blogs around! Thanks so much in advance hun, I hope you're doing well 💕
Ah thank you for being my first ask!! I decided to split this into 2 parts, LOTR and BOTW being separate.
Aragorn With A Child Care S/O
You met Aragorn when he visited Endoras, where you were caring for a haggle of children while the parents worked.
The children were immediately attracted to him, begging him for stories and to teach them how to swordfight. Meanwhile, he was attracted to you, the way you cared for every child fairly, treating them as your own.
It didn’t take long for you to fall for him either, although he was slow to return the feelings, he knew his odds of surviving the war was low and didn’t want you to get hurt.
You told him it would hurt you more if you were never able to act on your feelings towards him, and eventually he agreed.
When the war started, you left with him to Gondor, and when you finally reached the city, you decided to set up a permanent childrens hospital, as the war had left so many injured.
It took until after he was crowned for Aragorn to discover your hospital, and he was amazed at the amount of effort and money you’d put into the shelter.
Soon you started receiving anonymous donations of money, books, and toys.
Aragorn would feel frustrated that he didn’t know about your hospital sooner. He was King, but more than that, he was your partner. Had the war really caused his ignorance?
One day, he would just bite the bullet and come to see you, apologizing for not being more attentive to what you do during the day. He would ask you to let him sponsor the hospital, so that it could get proper funding.
Soon, it became part of his duties to visit the children at your hospital, telling them stories like he did in Endoras.
With his help, you were able to purchase new equipment and research medicines for the children. And then you opened other hospitals in other cities and towns of man, starting with Endoras.
Samwise Gamgee With A Child Care S/O
You had been dating Sam for a while before he disappeared with Frodo, Merry, and Pippin.
It took you a week of waiting before you decided to pack your bags and find them.
You made it to Bree, and as you were walking past an alleyway, you heard a sniffle. The sound made you stop in your tracks.
Sitting outside of a half-wrecked door was a little human boy, no older than five. He had nasty bruises on his arms, and your heart sank. You had always had a soft spot for children, and you knew you had to save this one.
As you picked up the boy, you saw a tiny bundle of blankets beside him, and a tiny hand reached at you as you bent over to investigate.
Taking the baby in your arms and the boy's hand in your own, you went back to the Shire. As you searched for your house key, you felt the key for Bilbo Baggin’s home in your pocket, which you had due to you cleaning his house for him.
You had access to the biggest hole in the Shire, which currently lay un-inhabited. You brought the children up the hill, opening the green door and tucking the boy in a guest room, and tucking the baby in a basket.
You sat down at the desk to work, surely more children needed help, how could you abandon them.
You wrote lists for groceries, wrote flyers, and worked well into the night. You knew Rosie Cotton, one of your closest friends, would help, you weren’t sure of the other Hobbits though. So you wrote letters. So. Many. Letters.
The next morning, you met the boy properly, learning his name was Buckley, and the baby was his sister, Natalia. Their mother had died, and their father had forgotten about them. You set them up with some food and water, Buckley knowing how to take care of his sister already.
You went all over Hobbiton. The market for more food, the crossing to deliver fliers to Bree and beyond, delivered your letters, and talked to Rosie, who agreed to help when she wasn’t working at the tavern.
When you got home, Buckley was playing with a little cloth doll above Natalia's head, and he tried to help you as much as he could.
Months passed, your shelter growing from Buckley and Natalia to twenty children piled into the hobbit hole. Needless to say, it was completely changed. Some of the other Hobbits had donated clothing, and a few had even gotten human clothes for the bigger kids.
The day Sam and Frodo came back, you were teaching a few of the children the names of the flowers in the garden. You had installed a little bell on the gate and the door, so you could hear new arrivals.
Without really looking, you welcomed them to the shelter,before standing up and seeing them. It took a moment for you to realise who they were, but Sam was already walking toward you with open arms.
A running jump later, and you were both on the ground, laughing and celebrating.
Two seconds later you started scolding him, and despite his best efforts, you still managed to chew him out think Molly Weasleys howler, but in person
Frodo would gift you and Sam his house to keep the shelter running, and Sam would dote on the kids constantly, teaching them how to garden, cook, and telling them all about the “Brave Adventures of Mr. Frodo”
You would both pass on the shelter and retire after Frodo left for the Grey Havens, moving into your old hobbit hole.
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bittybattybunny · 3 years ago
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Good day it’s a new au time cuz BRAIN ROT BRRRRR
Anyhow it’s a “MCU” but not kinda au
big thanks to @doodleimprovement for dealing with my word vomit over this au lol iamsosorry
Ru is a tech company CEO giant with his daughter Harriet (his business partner is his former wife who wants nothing to do with their kid) and adopted the recently orphaned Kaya Solaria after she helped stop a mugger in the alley way (well. Spider King did but her mask got hit off by a bullet and Ru saw it was just a kid and stepped in)
Working on running a company, raising his 6 year old as well as a super powered 15 year old (Kaya actually has Spiderman’s powers, King came after the fact and is tied to how she lost her dad) he ends up getting injured on a business trip after he was taken captive. Upon return he decides to try and ‘be a hero’ as a means to get his eldest to stop sneaking out (she has guilt over her dad dying so tries to be a hero to make up for it despite Ru asking her to wait until she’s 18 at least)  he figures if he can get the world (or at least their city) safer, she can rest at ease (cuz he’s a good dad and just wants her to... be a kid. not try to be more than a kid) he uses the Alias “Thorned Snatcher” (as his last name is Thatcher)
Vanessa however wants his new tech as she thinks its the key to a new weapons future and nearly kills Ru when she rips the reactor from his chest. Thankfully he had his old model still and his secretary (Eclipse) and daughters get home in time to help him. he knows if he doesn’t stop Vanessa things will be even worse for his family.
During their fight, he’s knocked down and nearly stops there to tired, but hears his daughters crying for him, specifically for the first time since he adopted her Kaya calls him “Dad”. He knows he needs to keep to his goal and if Vanessa is left free he failed a father.
He manages to get up with the Help of Eclipse who joined the fight, having stalled Vanessa hand to hand despite Vanessa’s weapon suit (sus eclipse is sus) and he’s able to fight again and put an end to her.
he gives Kaya a stipulation when they are waiting on the cops, he’ll let her fight crime, but only when he’s with her.
and thats the first part of this au eve (second bit deals with miss secretary past. A woman who is able to give Kaya a sore hand with a high five despite kaya can stop some extensive things (likepeterstoppingbucky’sfist) and went toy to toy with Vanessa with just a hub cap. Hrm. Cap. Cap. Captain...?)
I actually wrote up when Ru met Kaya. It’s a lil fast pace but I did it on purpose.
“If ya just hand ova ya wallet and yer valuables, you and yers can get out of here with a scar on your little faces.”
Arulius sighed as he heard the mugger and moved an arm to push his 6 year old behind his back. He gently gestured to his watch with a finger, to which she tapped a button on to call their bodyguard, Florence. 
“I’m afraid I really don’t have time for this. Harriet has a dance recit--” Arulius clicked his tongue when the gun was pressed up into his neck.
“I’m bein generous, man.” he pressed it further, pulling the hammer back.
“That’s not very polite! Did your dad never tell you not to stick your shooter in people’s faces?” Came a laughing voice. The mugger gasped when black webbing stuck to his back and pulled him to the ground. 
Standing perpendicular to the wall was the dark-suited figure, glowing white eyes and jagged smile laughing.
“D-Dad! Dad, it’s Spider King!” Harriet giggled as she hung onto her dad’s leg. He scowled and went to step back.
“YA FREAK!” The mugger tried to fight against the restraints, the primed gun going off in the hero’s direction.
There was a hiss as the masked figure fell off the wall with a solid thud. Arulius scooped Harriet up, only stopping when he saw the vigilante's face, the bullet having knocked her mask off.
“A… A kid?” he grimaced. Why was a CHILD attacking a mugger? Before he could open his mouth to speak there was a hissing.
“N-No King don’t! I’m fine! I’m fine!” the teenager gasped as the black claws she had tore off in slimy chunks, lunging at the mugger. She winced with the crunch as his hands were removed and she paled some, shaking.
Arulius shielded his daughter’s eyes.
“BOSS!” The red head came barreling down the alley, a bit too late when Spider King tried to grab her mask. 
“Stop.” Arulius ordered her. She looked up with frightened gold eyes. The tentacles retracting up her sleeves, “wait a moment.”
“Oh gross!” Florence shuddered as she moved to get the mugger up, the man an incoherent mess, “you do this?” she asked the teenager whose temple was bleeding.
She said nothing and gripped her arms as she tried to process. She blinked when tiny hands went to her cheeks.
“BIG SIS IS SO COOL!” Harriet giggled. Her father was talking on his phone.
“I-I’m.. No…” she looked away ashamed, “Y-You… I’m… I just… wanted to help…” she began to sniffle, “I-I didn’t mean for king to…”
“He hurt Sol. Bite back.” The snake-like creature peeked from the girl’s collar.
“I-I told you no biting h---” she placed her hands over her mouth and scurried to her feet, violently vomiting into a trash can. She panted some. Tensing when a hand rubbed her back gently.
“Yes. yes. He shot his own hands off in his confusion. Must be high.” Arulius was standing near her now as he spoke on the phone, “My guard was able to restrain him. Yes. yes I’m fine as is my daughter and the teen he was attacking. Mmhm.”
She flinched when he scowled and tilted her head up, “scratch that, looks like the teen got a bit hurt, but we’ll treat her. Yes. yes. I’ll leave my guard here.” hanging up he shifted his phone to his pocket before licking his thumb and wiping the blood away. She winced.
“O-Ow don’t! That stings!” she whined as tears pooled in her eyes.
King hissed and went to bite him but stopped when the girl sniffled. He nuzzled her cheek as Arulius let go. 
“Come on.” he pointed towards the black car that pulled around, “let’s go and then I’m calling your parents.”
She gripped her arms and stood firm, “T-Thanks for calling the police b-but you better f-forget you saw me, Mr. Thatcher.” she chuckled nervously, brushing black hair from her face.
“You know who I am?”
“O-Of course I do! Who wouldn’t?! Thatcher tech is my dream job!” she gasped, “I-I was a-at your summer program--” she covered her mouth.
He clicked his tongue, “the one for highschoolers?” he asked. She whined and moved to run but bumped into Florence who huffed.
“Give me your parent’s number.” Arulius sighed.
“I… I don’t…” she chewed her lip. She was quiet.
“Where do you live at least? I’ll drop you off.” he shook his head.
“PARK!” King chirped.
“Hush!” She fretted.
“The park? You live in the park?” Harriet asked as she stood near the teenager’s legs, “That’s not fun!”
“W-well i-I couldn’t stay at m-my apartment…” The teen frowned. She winced when she was pushed towards the car. Whining and trying to deflect she found herself sitting in the back. Harriet crawled in and grinned as Arulius sat in the passenger’s seat.
“No parents. No house. Now I get why a damn kid is running at muggers.” he rubbed his temples with a groan, “name?”
She was quiet.
“I’m not calling you ‘spider king’ name.” he asked a bit firmer.
“S-Solaria…” she mumbled, “K-Kaya Solaria…” she wiped the tears with the back of her gloves, “A-Are you going to turn me in?? I-I don’t mean any harm Mr. Thatcher! I-I promise! I-I normally do fine!!!”
“How old are you?” He opened the window and put a cigarette in his mouth and leaned out as he lit it up. “Under 18 if you were at the company summer program.”
“I… I turned 15 last month…” she admitted ashamed. 
“You’re a few years older than me!” Harriet beamed, “I’m 6!” she grinned.
“I’m more like a decade older…” Kaya chuckled nervously. She looked at the tech company CEO. he had pulled a laptop out and made another annoyed click with his tongue. She winced.
“Your father…. Gabriel Solaria?” he leaned back, “the journalist?”
She nodded.
“Damn shame. He was a decent guy. His stories were interesting.” he flicked through the news reports as Florence got in the driver’s seat.
“Done with the cops?” he asked, “stop by the courthouse.”
“Huh?” she started the engine, “courthouse.”
“P-Please! D-Don’t turn me in! I-I’ll b---”
“I need to grab some adoption papers.” he gave a smirk and looked back at the crying teen, “Since it seems Harriet's getting an older sister. But no more crime fighting.” he shifted to cross his arms and put his feet on the dash. “15… fucking 15. You know what I did at 15??”
“Built a rocket engine that was able to lift a treadmill?” she stated with a small smile.
He blinked and snickered, “okay, yes but I was also just. Going to sch--- do you go to school?”
“I-I’ve been attending school still.” she scratched her cheek, “Um… Subcon Public high…” she sank back in the seat. She jumped when Harriet sat on her and protectively put her arms around the younger girl. She shifted her seat belt around her as well when Florence pulled into traffic.
“Well you’ll have to transfer. Is that an issue?”
She shook her head, “U-Um mr. Thatcher… what… are you planning?” she asked softly.
“Adopting a lost child, and making sure she doesn’t do anything stupid.” he snickered, “Any school you want to attend?”
“I… i you can’t! Y-You just met me!” she gasped in shock, “I-I’m a freak! I’m an accident! I-I have an alien!”
“Meeee” king stated proudly with a cackle.
“Yes but you know what I see? I see a scared kid who’s trying a little too hard.” he scoffed as she stared, “and we’re going to grab adoption papers, then I’m ordering pizza. Any allergies?”
“EAT EVERYTHING,” King laughed.
“Perfect then.” Arulius huffed, “and you can call me Arulius. Since I guess calling me dad off the bat would be weird.” he began to type on his laptop.
She sat there in confusion. She’d simply gone to help someone. And now her idol was adopting her. Her. a mutant spider freak with a parasitic alien.
She reached and pinched her cheek and whined.
Arulius caught this in the rear view and began to cackle loudly.
“Sorry kiddo. You’re awake.”
“B-But why are you just adopting me and not turning me into a lab or something?!” she asked fearfully.
“Dad’s nicer than he looks~!” Harriet giggled, “Can you shoot webs?”
“Mmhm.” Kaya shifted her gloves off and removed the cuff under her sleeve, “its um. An artificial webbing actually, unless King is the one shooting it. He has a gooey webbing.” 
Arulius peeked and reached a hand back. She frowned before handing the cuff to him.
He turned it over in his hands with an impressed whistle, “you construct this?”
She nodded, “I-I like engineering and I figured it’d be useful when king’s tired, i-it’s bio degradable too! But really strong!”
“That's how you swing around right?” Harriet asked with sparkling eyes, “What else can you do?!”
“Well I can walk on walls.” Kaya sighed, “I’m pretty strong too? I can lift a car if I focus. I can move fast?” she frowned, “I’ve never really… tho-- STOP THE CAR!” She gasped.
Florence slammed on the brakes as the truck at the intersection sped by.
“There’s um that. Normally I can semi tell something can happen.” Kaya frowned, “s-sorry for yelling.”
“No, by all means!” Florence laughed, “So. Spider King huh?”
“W-well it’s cuz I’m spider-esque and then King.” she pet the alien who chirped.
“What’s his deal?” Arulius asked but got silence, “alright another day then.” 
Florence parked the car as Arulius got out.
“Wait here,” he stated and Kaya just gave a nod. He threw her web shooter back and she caught it with wide eyes, “You’re grounded from crime fighting until you’re 18, but I won’t take your web shooters.”
“Ah… okay…?” she blinked as he shut the door and headed up. She leaned into the seat and just sat there. Very confused.
“Can I call you big sis? Or kai??” Harriet asked the older girl.
“Oh… um… I guess you can call me whatever….”
“Kaya’s a cute name.” Florence chuckled, “Crime fighting though. What a hobby.”
“I… I just wanted to help people…” she admitted softly, “I have these abilities so I thought I needed to…”
“Can you swing with me when we get home? We have a big tree in the yard!” Harriet giggled, “can you sign my daily bugle of you??”
“I’d rather not…” Kaya chuckled.
“Sleepy.” King huffed.
“Exhausted,” Kaya admitted as she shut her eyes. She barely registered she’d fallen asleep.
After a bit Arulius returned with the needed paperwork. He blinked and smiled as he looked in the back seat. The superhero passed out, his daughter sleeping against her.
Kaya’s arm rested around Harriet, and even King was putting his head on the girl.
“Well, not the oddest thing I’ve ever dealt with.” he spoke softly as Florence started the car once more. He flipped through the papers, “seems people had no idea she was on her own. Thought her uncle had her but turns out he lied and was just taking the financial support.” he grumbled, “there’s some messy hearings but I think I can just. Pay it off.” he looked back and gave a smile, “hey free babysitter.” he snickered.
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He tapped his foot as he crossed his arms with a huff.
“Kaya.”
She looked away ashamed.
“What did I say?”
“No webbing in the house unless you’re watching.” she mumbled.
“And then why is the house covered in webs?” he asked with a twitch of his eyebrow.
“I-I was just playing with Hattie!” she defended. She huffed and he smirked. She seemed a bit more settled in if she was copping an attitude, “I-I’ll clean it up! I promise Mr. Thatcher!”
“Arulius. I told you, use my first name. You’re my kid now you know.” he sighed and headed inside.
She stepped aside and rubbed her neck, looking at the floor, “I-I can’t just… call you your name… that’s rude…”
“You’re my kid now, it’s weirder if you keep calling me “Mr. Thatcher” I’m not asking you to call me dad but.” he chuckled.
“THOT!” king sang loudly as the teen’s face turned red.
“I-I didn’t teach him that! I swear!”
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hetalia-has-a-secretary · 3 years ago
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OMG!!! Love that of the au human you made !!! would you do the same with romano canada england germany and south korea ?? sorry, english is not my first language.
The ask this person is referring too was a Human AU where a selected country reacts to their S/O asking for their first 'sexy fun time' whilst both were virgin. I love writing for the Human AU to be honest. It gives more room for character personality! I've also started using a 'human AU' tag to help people navigate ^J^ And as per usual! Trigger Warning for suggestive themes! handsypandsy is the tag you want to avoid!
Sexy Fun time with Romano, Canada, England, and Germany! (2/?)
Make sure to read the author's note at the bottom of the anwser to know why I chose not to do south Korea.
Romano:
His face went flush as soon as the words left his S/O lips.
He wanted to so badly, but part of him was really worried they'd run off, or they didn't want him for anything else.
At least until his S/O said "I just want to make you happy".
He gave an over excited nod and the two of them planned a day around their work hours where they can be together.
He had asked them to come over for dinner, and they had a classic dinner.
A candle dinner with his S/O favorite meal. He went as far as to break out his best cutlery and plates.
And as per usual they also washed the dishes together. Usually that chore was done side by side, but tonight Romano was right behind his S/O. Arms under theirs as he helps them wash the dishes, letting them pile up to air dry.
Once that was said and done he lead them to his room, made sure to lock the door and began soothing his lovers nerves away by lightly humming to them.
He kissed their knuckles, wrists, and arm before finding his way to their lips.
Everything went smoothly, almost as if he did it before, but little does his S/O know, he hasn't.
This was his first. But his first of many romantic, and loving nights.
Canada:
He was already painfully shy around his S/O when they first started dating, but soon enough his beloved learned that deep down, he was a hopeless romantic.
Matthew had learned how to play guitar just for them. He sang so wonderfully with his soft voice.
His S/O asked him for a night of love making during one of his songs.
The squeak he made sounded like a chew toy. His eyes closed shut and then went wide as he shook his head.
"Here? Now!?"
A small nod from his Darling made the biggest smile appear on his face, and he immediately embraced them in a hug, guitar now set aside.
His S/O was in for quite the wild treat. Every movement he made was calculated, and he was hell bent on making them feel more then good. He wanted to make them feel amazing.
Just when his S/O thought he had forgotten about himself he had already crawled over them, nuzzling their cheek with his.
One way or another the two were going to have the night of their lives, much to his S/O surprise!
England:
He was exhausted from a long work week, and had complained about the stress he was under working at his silly office job.
He was so busy complaining he didn't hear his S/O when they asked, and had them repeat what they said.
Then his face went red as he shot up straight, immediately covering his groin almost embarrassed.
He started out by lecturing his S/O to not ask a question like that without meaning it. So when he finally realized his S/O was being serious, he had to look away to hide his heated face
Soon enough he was sitting next to his lover on his bed, and was asking them how ready they were for it, and if it was what they really wanted.
He wasn't trying to avoid them, he just wants to make sure his S/O wasn't making a mistake by taking that next step with him. He truly loves them, and would do anything for them.
And like a proper gentleman he took them out to eat, and they went home. He was extremely chivalrous that night. Holding the door, taking their hand at most opportunities, and would steal kisses when he could.
By the end of the night he had his S/O melting and swooning.
Then came the big moment. He had protection and had vowed to stop whenever his S/O wanted them too. He eventually voiced his lack of experience, but once he learned his S/O packed the same thing he became bolder.
The night together was akward, but there was plenty of giggles, and passion that was made from it. Just be prepared because he'll be an expert by next morning.
Germany:
He thought himself as a very respectful, but intimidating man.
Not many people chose to get so close to him, then he met his S/O.
He was wrapped around their finger so it was no surprise how easily he said yes to them when they asked to sleep together.
There was no fancy dinner, it was just the two of them. It was just the way he liked it. Him, and his treasured partner lazing around, and cuddling.
But that cuddling was just the beginning of something more.
It started out with nuzzles and throughout the hour his hands wandered, and he would occasionally massage certain spots when his S/O made certain sounds, or jolted a certain way.
It was slow, and relaxing. Kisses on the neck, and silent promises that he'd do his best to make them his, and to make them happy.
When the main event came around he was slow, and careful. Purposefully drawing out long moans, and whimpers from his lover.
The more they whined for him, the more excited he got until he finally gave in and gave his S/O exactly what they wanted, and how they wanted. Perhaps more than once.
Sadly due to a lot of circumstances surrounding south Korea and his design I won't be doing anything for him on my blog. I do not wish to disrespect anyone if there are major problems like there was when Hetalia wanted to adapt south Korea into the anime. Please accept my Sincerest apologies!
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bungou-stray-dingus · 4 years ago
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Happy Birthday Kazue Dazai
Today is Kazue’s fictional birthday! Kazue is Dazai’s son from this fiction that I wrote in the beginning of the year. So, here’s a little quick scenario of Dazai and his S/O celebrating Kazue’s birthday! 
Also, yes, I am very upset that I didn’t write for Chuuya’s daughters birthday in August. :( I’ll do a little something for her soon though! 
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 To think that an entire year had passed since you had given birth to your son, it both filled you with joy and sorrow. It was bittersweet, to say goodbye to counting his age by months, he was now a year old. Sure, by standards he was still just a baby, and of course, to you and Dazai he would always be your baby, but you were going through what most other mothers went through when their child hit that first year mark. You didn’t want your baby boy to grow up. 
“Y/N! My belladonna, do you know what today is!?” His excited voice startled you out of your sleep, a sleep that you had been enjoying thoroughly after the last few nights. Kazue had just gotten over a minor cold, but his stuffed nose had kept him up most of the night, and it had inevitably kept you awake too. “Shh, Dazai, please. Let me just get... five more minutes.” You mumbled, dropping your head back down onto the pillow before wrapping the ends around your ears. He chuckled lightly, but left the room, allowing the little bit of extra sleep you asked for. 
He walked into Kazue’s room, finding his son already standing up in his crib, holding onto the rails and jumping the best he could when he saw Dazai walk in the room. “Ahh, there’s my big boy! Come here.” He reached out to scoop his son out of the crib, holding him close against his chest as he peppered quick kisses upon his sons head. “Happy Birthday, my blessing.” He murmured, situating his son on his hip as he walked out of the room and into the kitchen, placing him in the highchair. 
Kazue sat in the chair, slapping his chubby hands against the plastic tray, calling out for you. “Mama is sleeping, but...” He pulled a chair out next to the high chair, placing the bowl of oatmeal on the table and giving it a few quick stirs before scooping some on the spoon and bringing it to his sons mouth. “Dada and everyone from my work has planned something amazing for your birthday!” Although Kazue couldn’t understand all that he was saying, Dazai’s tone was enough to have Kazue clapping his hands together. 
You finally emerged from your room an hour later, finding Dazai curled up on the couch with Kazue on his chest. “Where’s Kazue? Where did he go?!” Dazai playfully said, jokingly looking everywhere but down where Kazue had his face buried in Dazai’s chest. “Oh! There he is!” Dazai cheered when his son popped his head back up in Dazai’s view. The twinkling sound of your sons laughter brought the biggest smile to your face. Seeing Dazai with his son, it still shocked you that he had been so worried about being a father before. He was a pro at it, he made it seem so easy. 
“Look’s like you two are having fun.” You said, announcing your presence. Kazue’s head instantly turned to look at you, his hands outstretched in your direction. You quickly pulled him up off Dazai’s chest and hugged him to your own. “Happy Birthday, munchkin.” You murmured, hugging him tightly as he nestled his face into your neck, twirling a piece of your hair around his finger. “So what’s the plan?” 
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Kunikida had picked the three of you up from your apartment. He had scheduled his entire day around Kazue’s birthday. As much as Dazai irritated him, your son had managed to bring out a softer side of Kunikida, a side that happened to both feel sorry for, and worry about the child considering the father he had. 
He pulled up outside the Agency building so the three of you could get out before he parked. Dazai carried Kazue in, his son situated on his hip while his other hand stayed wrapped around your waist. Blue and white balloons and streamers lined the walls of the cafe on the bottom floor. “Happy Birthday, Kazue-chan!” The workers all shouted, eye crinkling smiles lined all their faces as they said it. Kazue shouted back, his usual baby babbling as his tiny hands waved around the air. “Enjoy your party!” The workers said, waving to him as you and Dazai walked to the elevator. 
When the elevator made it to the top floor when the office was, Kunikida was already there waiting. He must’ve ran all the way up just to see Kazue’s reaction. “Alright, everything is on schedule. Open the door in three... two... one!” Dazai swung the door open after Kunikida’s countdown, and you were surprised to see everyone who worked at the Agency standing there. “Happy Birthday!” They all shouted in unison, blasting confetti in the air and tossing balloons up. 
Kazue’s eyes lit up at the sight of everyone and everything. The colorful streams of confetti and string falling down to the floor. It warmed your heart, knowing that he had so many people who loved him, who cared for him, who would give up their free day and spend it in the office just to celebrate your sons birthday. 
“Let’s get this party started!” Dazai cheered, grabbing Kazue from your arms and walking with him towards his employees. Party games were a must, and although Kazue wasn’t able to fully participate in most of them, everyone was still having a blast. Hot Potato was probably everyone’s favorite, every time Kazue would get handed the “potato” he would grip it against his chest, lowering his head to chew on the squishy ball. 
When the music came on, Dazai placed Kazue on his feet, playfully dancing around the room with his son. Naomi ended up wanting a chance to dance with Kazue, and when it was her turn she danced him around the entire room. His squeals of excitement as she skipped along with him around everyone was enough to make even Fukuzawa smile. 
“Cake time! Let’s not fall behind schedule!” Kunikida declared, and now it was Ranpos turn to get excited. You brought your son over to the table where pastries and other delicacies were lined, surrounding a beautiful blue cake. Ranpo was right next to you, and although he seemed the least fond of your son, he cracked a small smile and looked up to him. “I see we both have good taste in treats. Don’t mind me, I’ll just take all the ones your little teeth can’t handle.” 
A small camera was set up on a table to record everyone singing happy birthday to your son, but just as you and Dazai were leaning in to help him blow out his candles, he stuck his tiny hand into the cake, grabbing a handful before bringing it up to his mouth. “Awh, man. Keep him away from the cookies, okay.” Ranpo groaned, moving away from the table to sit back at his desk. Kenji thought it was hilarious, as did Tanizaki. “Oh I can’t wait to watch the video! He’s so cute!” Naomi exclaimed, grabbing the camera off the table and ending the recording. 
After Kazue was filled with cake, his lips dyed blue from the icing, his shirt stained, and somehow having icing in his hair, it was time for presents. He sat in Dazai’s lap on the floor as you recorded the two opening the gifts. Everyone had gotten him a great assortment of gifts. My First Doctors Kit from Yosano, A Tiny Pull String Ice Cream Truck from Ranpo, a set of Farm Animals from Kenji, a Ride Along Tiger Toy from Atsushi, A Musical Teddy Bear that played lullabies from Naomi and Tanizaki, a Baby’s First Cellphone from Kyouka, a notebook for him to use when he’s older from Kunikida, and a small plush kitten from Fukuzawa. 
Kazue ended up loving Fukuzawa’s gift the most, clinging to it dearly and snuggling it under his chin. “Fu... Fuwa...” Kazue babbled, and at first everyone thought he was trying to name it Fluffy, but what warmed your heart the most, and seemed to surprise everyone in the room was when Fukuzawa sat on the floor next to Dazai and pointed to the small plush cat. “Fuwa?” He asked your son, and he quickly shook his head no, pointing his chubby little finger at Fukuzawa and then holding out the kitten. “Fuwa!” He was trying to say Fukuzawa’s name, he had named his kitten after Fukuzawa. 
The day soon came to an end as the sun set over the city. Kazue rested his head against Dazai’s shoulder, still clinging to his Fuwa as everyone helped carry the gifts out to Kunikida’s car. The ride home was quiet, nobody wanted to wake him up as he dozed quietly in his car seat. When the three of you got home, you quickly carried him up to his room and laid him in his crib while Kunikida and Dazai brought the gifts up. 
“I think he had a great time. Don’t you?” Dazai asked, his arm wrapped around your shoulder as the two of you relaxed on the couch. It was an amazing day, and you knew Kazue had an amazing time, you could see it in the video’s you had taken from the day. “Mmhm... he’s all tuckered out...” You murmured, resting your head against Dazai’s arm, your eyes slowly drooping shut. He chuckled and slowly moved to stand up, pulling you up off the couch and into his arms. “He’s not the only one. Come on, let’s get some sleep before he wakes up.”
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reddesertcolbs · 4 years ago
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heather // colson baker
(idk if the last bit makes sense but it’s just my interpretation of the lyrics, pls give me some feedback on this)
requested: nope 
summary: you’re colson’s best friend, who you have feelings for and you watch him fall in love with another girl. (based on the song heather by conan gray) 
word count: 2.4k words.
warnings: mention of alcohol, angsty fic.
my writing
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i still remember third of december me in your sweater you said it looked better on me, than it did you only if you knew how much i liked you
the december chill hit you in the face whilst colson and you walked towards the cafe for a late breakfast date. the wind gushes past you swiftly, creating tiny goosebumps which litter your bare arms, only now you regret wearing just a tshirt without a jumper to help warm you up. 
your body trembles as your muscles contract, trying to generate any heat to further warm you up, but it’s useless as the wind continues to blow forcefully. wrapping your arms around yourself, you glance up at colson briefly with a smile, before looking ahead again, whilst you rub your arms trying to heat up your skin. 
“are you cold?” colson’s voice pierces through the howls of the wind, causing you to turn your head and look up, his eyes filled with concern whilst knitting his brows together. 
“a little bit, but we haven’t got far to walk now.” you respond, teeth chattering ever so slightly, causing the blonde to shake his head with a grin before he stops his strolling next to you. 
you watch him with intrigue, as he tugs his hoodie off his body in one swift motion. your eyes tracing his exposed tattoos that are now visible from when his shirt that’s underneath his hoodie has ridden up, before he pulls on the shirt, tattoos now hidden underneath the black tshirt. 
“here, have this.” he stretched his hand out, clinging onto the blue material so it doesn’t get blown away because of the wind. 
“no you’ll be cold then, cols. honestly, we don’t have far to walk.” crossing your arms further, you try to walk again, before an arm gripping your shoulder and pulling you back stops you. 
“y/n,” his voice is stern, as he raises his eyebrow up, further extending his hand out to you. “don’t make me put it on for you.” 
“okay fine, only because it’s my favourite.” chuckling, you take the hoodie out of his hand, fingertips grazing along the soft hoodie. “thank you.” 
your heart is hammering in your chest as you pull the blue hoodie over your head, instantly being met with the scent of colson, causing your heart to thump quickly and your face to heat up ever so slightly. 
after tugging it all the way down, the hoodie ending past your bum and sitting on the middle of your thighs. sure you must look ridiculous, but the oversized hoodie and the smell of colson’s aftershave warms you up immediately. 
“god it looks so much better on you, than it does on me.” his right eye drops in a wink, a smug smirk tugging onto his pink lips, whilst you giggle, pushing his chest teasingly. “come on, let’s get a move on, your man is starving.” 
your man, how you wish he was.
you watch colson as he walks ahead of you. he is only a few steps in front but you can’t stop the various thoughts of colson from whirling around inside your head. you’re feelings for this special man in your life are through the roof, but you would never tell him because you do not want to ruin the friendship between you both. 
“hey, y/n.” his smile is huge, hands waving dramatically to gain your attention before his laughter is filling your ears. “snap out of your daydream, let’s go.” 
“i’m coming, i’m coming.” laughing with him, you jog the little way to meet up with him, his hand circling your shoulder and pulling you close to his body. the body heat radiating off of him helping your muscles to stop shivering within a second.
if only he knew how much you liked him, life with colson would be a whole lot easier.
but i watch your eyes, as she walks by what a sight for sore eyes brighter than a blue sky she's got you mesmerized while i die
“colson.” you shout for the third time in two minutes, trying to gain the blonde’s attention who is sitting opposite you on the table, before kicking his shin underneath the table playfully, which finally gains his attention. “hey, i’m talking to you.” 
“sorry what did you say?” he sends you an apologetic look, eyes flicking from yours to the girl who is walking past the table that the two of you are sitting on, before taking a seat in the chair that is three tables down, and quickly back to yours. 
you turn your head into the direction where he was previously looking, offering the girl a sweet smile as she glances over to the both of you, before looking back at him and raising an eyebrow up at him with a shit-eating grin, making him chuckle.
“i said what are you getting to eat?” your eyes observe his, watching the way his bright blue eyes that you love the most, scan across the menu that’s sitting in his ring-covered hands. however, your attention diverts from colson to the girl who walked past earlier, taking note of how breathtakingly beautiful she was, and how she was exactly his type, which makes your shoulders slouch. 
“i’m thinking about getting the pancakes.” the softness of his voice causes your eyes to flick over to him with a nod in agreement, telling him you’re having the pancakes as well, before a distinctive frown is tugging on your lips when he looks to the left again with a warm smile. 
after ordering and waiting for your pancakes to arrive, the two of you talk about how the past week has been, since it was the first time seeing each other in person for over a week. colson lets you in on some secrets for music videos and new music, but he always stops mid sentence to throw the girl three tables down a smirk. 
to make the whole situation even worse for you, he even hands her his number on the way out, telling her to call him. he can’t stop talking about how pretty she was, which you respond with short answers, fed up of hearing about the mystery girl who happened to mesmerise the man of your dreams. 
put your arm 'round her shoulder now i’m getting colder but how could i hate her? she’s such an angel but then again, kinda wish she were dead
at this moment in time, colson is throwing a get together, therefore his house is filled with lots of familiar faces. even though you busy yourself by talking to rook, who loves to spend time with you when you’re not hanging out with colson, there is a pang of jealousy sitting in the pit of your stomach when you look towards the new couple, who are standing in the kitchen with the gang and you. 
colson’s hand is linked with hers, huge smiles on their faces as they talk amongst themselves, occasionally lifting their bottles of beer up to their lips to take multiple swigs. 
you so wish you could hate her, but it was near impossible. she is so kind, and it melts colson’s heart every time he sees his favourite girls interacting or laughing freely with each other. the one thing that you liked the most about her is that she treated colson so well, and you know that she isn’t with him just for the fame that comes with his job, or anything that comes with machine gun kelly. 
she was literally an angel, and it killed you so much to see her be the one to make him laugh, kiss him and hold his hand in front of everyone. sure, before she came along the two of you would hold hands and hug all the time, but out of respect for the new relationship, you made a stop to the touching, even if it was all innocent. 
her sweet giggle makes you turn to the couple again, eyes flicking over colson’s arm that’s sitting securely on her shoulder. his fingertips rub soft circles into her exposed skin whilst he brings his bottle of beer up to his lips, taking a big swig and then licking the remains of any spilt beer off his lips with the tip of his tongue.
you excuse yourself from the group, before wandering off around the house and settling to distract yourself in the living room by playing a round of beer pong with the group who is crowding the pool table. 
why would you ever kiss me? i’m not even half, as pretty you gave her your sweater it’s just polyester, but you like her better wish i were heather
from the pool table, your eyes remain on colson, as he tugs her close to him whilst a huge and warm smile is taking over his face. his hand raises to move the piece of her hair and place it behind her ear, a blush raising on her cheeks from the simple action. 
sadness washes over you, shoulders slouching whilst you blink your eyes repeatedly to remove the tears that are threatening to spill. stepping away from the pool table to lean against the wall, your mind rewinds to last year, and you’re unaware of the tear that trails down your face as you’re stuck in your thoughts, eyes lingering on the tiled floor below you. 
--
“you look so beautiful tonight.” colson mummers, eyes racking over your body as you stand in front of him. a pink hue spreads across your face as you bring your bottom lip between your teeth, chewing gently as your heart hammers rapidly inside your chest. 
‘he’s just drunk he doesn’t really mean it’, you try to tell yourself. but that doesn’t stop the glimmer of hope of colson liking you back.
“thanks, cols. you’re looking great tonight too, as always.” you smile wide, watching the way his mouth turns into a smirk before he tucks his own lip between his teeth, eyes dilating ever so slightly as they linger on your lips, before his eyes flick back to yours. 
he walks forward slightly, his chest touching yours. his hand right trails upwards, brushing his fingertips across the softness of your cheek before his index finger is toying with a strand of your hair that is covering your face. with a gentle smile, he tucks the tendril behind your ear before cupping your face lightly, his face moving closer to yours whilst you stare up at him in awe. 
“can i kiss you?” he whispers, the warmth of his breath and the smell of tequila fanning across your face, making you nod your head slowly, muttering out a quick ‘of course’.
with a grin, colson leans forward, not before searching your face for any signs of hesitation or uncertainty, before connecting his lips with yours. his kisses are slow and soft, as his left hand grips your hip, pulling you impossible closer to him. your hands move from his waist, up to his hair, threading your fingers through the blonde strands and emitting a shaky breath from colson.
gaining more confidence, your tongue swipes across his bottom lip, begging for entrance. his lips part, his tongue brushing against yours within a second, battling for dominance. soft sighs spill past your lips as his fingertips dig into your hip, whilst your hands tug onto his roots. 
wolf whistles and obnoxious cheers make the two of you pull away, face warm and breaths shaky. turning around you’re both met with slim, who has a knowing smirk written onto his face before you turn around to glance up at colson, who’s eyes remain on slim. 
“i’m going to get another drink,” you mutter out, the sudden feeling of dread filling your chest at the thought of kissing your best friend, before you’re exiting the crowded living room and making your way to the kitchen. god, how could you have fallen for your best friend?
--
“hey, y/n. are you okay?” a voice pulls you out of your trance, your eyes lift from the floor to the person standing in front of you, whose eyes are laced with worry. 
“um, yeah. i’m fine, colson.” you clear your throat, hands flying up to your face to remove the tears that have fallen during your flashback to the summer of last year, before standing up straight against the wall. 
you glance around him to search for the girl, who isn’t standing next to him for the first time tonight, and your heart drops at the sight of her body now covered in the same blue hoodie that colson let you wear for your breakfast date. 
you shake your head, trying to remove the constant question ‘why would he ever kiss me?’ from the back of your mind, once your eyes scan over her figure, and you finally came to the conclusion that she was so much more suitable for colson. 
“you don’t look fine, come here.” his hands reach for your body, his arms wrapping around your shoulders and pulling you close to his chest. circling his waist tightly, the smell of tobacco, cedar wood and alcohol filling your nostrils, as you close your eyes for a brief moment to help stop your tears from flowing down your face. “what’s wrong? please tell me. you know i don’t like you being upset.” 
“it’s nothing, it’s just stupid.” you send him a smile, hoping he wouldn’t ask anymore questions that result in you admitting your feelings towards the blonde. but your words clearly can’t stop colson’s eyes from glancing around your face, trying to read your emotions. “i’m fine, honestly.”
“please, i hate seeing you like this. who do i need to go and sort out? is it anyone here?” his eyes flick around the room, trying to see if anyone is looking guilty before he is looking back down at you with a deep frown when his eyes gaze at a single tear rolling down your cheek. 
“no no, it’s fine. i’m getting tired, i think i’m going to head home now.” sniffling and patting the underneath your eyes to dry up some of the tears, you offer him a small smile whilst unlooping your hands from around his waist and stepping back, suddenly feeling slightly cold because his body heat is no longer surrounding you. “i’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”
“y/n…” his eyebrow furrows in confusion, as he watches your body walk away from him and towards the door, tugging your jacket over your shoulders as you move. his eyes are diverted from your body as it nears the door when he feels a hand wrap around his waist, eyes connecting with his lover and his arm is circling her shoulder. 
oh how you wish you could be her.
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wri0thesley · 5 years ago
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Bonjour! ♥️ Could I get some Jotaro blowjob HCs or scenario with a fem s/o after she’s been super bratty?
learning - jotaro x fem reader
nsfw, 1.6k. afab reader, fem pronouns, rough treatment, hair pulling, come play (kind of). 
The slight twitch of Jotaro's jaw is enough to tell you that you're getting on his nerves - but if you can't push his buttons, who can? So though there's a warning in the way he holds himself and the way he's looking at you and the brief noise he makes when you rest your head against his arms, it's not warning enough for you to pull back and leave him.
And that's how you end up on your knees with one of his big hands knitted through your hair, his eyebrows furrowed, a frown on his face.
"If you're going to be a brat," he says, his words slow and gruff and deep in a way that sends shivers all through your body and has you unconsciously pressing your thighs together in search of some friction. "I'll treat you like a brat."
You blink innocently up at him, a look on your face as if butter wouldn't melt in your mouth - Jotaro's eyes narrow, but he doesn't say anything else.
"I don't know what you mean," you breathe out to him, fluttering eyelashes and soft voiced, and he makes a disbelieving noise in the back of his throat. He's pulling you across the room, the hand in your hair tight (the pain that blooms in your scalp is more pleasure than anything else, though - you're perfectly willing to follow him, so that when he seats himself in his chair and settles you between his thighs, you're already awaiting for the treat you know you're about to receive.) "I'm not being a brat at all."
"You're a bad liar," he says, though he is just as bad of one. There's a faint flush to his cheeks and - as your eyes flicker downwards to his belts - you realise that you being 'bratty' is still definitely having an effect on your stoic boyfriend. "If you're going to tell me lies every time you open your mouth, I'll have to make sure you can't say anything."
"How?" You ask, innocently.
Jotaro's lip twitches, but he does not say anything else. He merely looks at you (his dark blue gaze searing), until you lean forward with a trembling hand to unbuckle the first of his two belts.
"If I thought you could," he says, "I'd make you do it with your teeth."
Your thighs squeeze together again. Your fingers tremble at the buckles, pulling down his trousers with more than muted enthusiasm, to the point where you can see just how hard he is in his underwear.
His hand is rough as he pushes you back and you land ungainly on your knees, staring up at him. Lazily, one hand wanders down his body to give the rock hard protuberance a squeeze (your mouth feels like it's about to water). His steady gaze doesn't leave your own face - your flushed cheeks and bright eyes and parted lips as you wait to be given permission for something else.
"Do you think you deserve it?" He asks you, and though you know that he thinks you've been a brat and certainly does not think you deserve his cock himself, you can't help but want it in your mouth - and you nod, your eyes bright and wide. "Even after today?"
"I only act up because of how much I want you," you breathe to him, and he huffs out a single breath of laughter. Those serious lips quirk at the corners - the expression is gorgeous on his normally stoic face, but it is not without a touch of sadism. You know that he's enjoying seeing you hungry and squirming and wanting, and you shift on your knees. "Please, Jotaro--"
"Please?" He echoes, and you nod feverishly. "Please what?"
"Please let me . . ." You bite your lip - the words sound so lewd dropping from your mouth like this. But Jotaro's eyes are trained on you and you will not disappoint him. Not when you've spent the entire day teasing him with brushes of your body and low-voiced implications and eyes that drag down the solid length of him with ill-disguised hunger. "Please let me suck your cock."
"Please let you . . .?" He says, and you know he's enjoying having you at his mercy. "Don't you think it's my turn to drive you to distraction?"
"Please fuck my mouth," you beg him. "Please, please, please--"
He huffs out another breath of laughter. He's always so good at controlling his emotions - but when he has you at his mercy, some of that sadistic streak comes out to play. You know that even once his cock is stuffed down your throat, his face will barely betray a flicker or a twitch. You've often thought of kneeling under his desk and working your mouth over his impressive shaft while he's on the phone or doing paperwork, certain that Jotaro will not even come close to exposing the lewd secret happening between his legs.
"Well," he says, and the hand in your hair drags you forward suddenly. You open your mouth even as he's working down the underwear, freeing his heavy, thick cock. "Seeing as you said please this time, brat . . ."
You're about to thank him when he thrusts his hips forward, his cock hitting the back of your throat, and you can do nothing but try and open your mouth wider so you don't choke on the size of him. His grip on your hair does not ease.
He rocks his hips against you at a pace that only pretends to be leisurely - it's all you can do to keep your tongue moving, tracing the ridges and veins of his shaft, running your tongue over the join of head and the rest of him, the salty taste of his precome mingling with the musk that's all Jotaro.
He's so big. He hits the back of your throat when he's less than three quarters of the way inside you, and your hand comes up just to make sure that the sadly ignored other portion of his cock receives a little stimulation. You're moaning wordlessly around him, his size too big for any of your words to be anything close to understandable - not that you can think straight with him so far down your throat anyway.
Your eyes - already beading with tears from how wide your jaw is being opened by him - flicker up to Jotaro's own face. His eyes are half-lidded, dark blue - his perfect lips curved to only the slightest degree as he watches you struggle to fit him inside. You've seen him look like that plenty of times when he has you pinned beneath him, but there's always something different about it when he's in your mouth.
He uses your mouth like a tool to get off, uncaring of how rough his hands are in your hair, how fast his snapping thrusts of his hips are, the way you're moaning incoherently around him - because he knows you love it. It's not exactly in Jotaro's nature to mistreat you - you'd been the one, chewing your lip, to tell him that you wanted him to ruin you.
He knows his own strength. He knows he could break you - and for you, that shock of danger that he might is the thing that has your heart beating and your body begging to be filled and taken.
"I'm going to come," Jotaro says, his tone remarkably even for a man whose thrusts have simply gotten faster and harder and deeper, until you think that you might pass out from lack of oxygen. You're drooling around his cock, his shaft glistening wet, your mouth slack and wide and aching from how long it's been open--
He growls, his thrusts slowing in speed but not at all slowing in intensity - and then, as you feel his cock begin to twitch inside, he pulls away and your eyes flutter closed as you feel the scalding hot rush of his come hit your face, painting your cheeks and nose with his seed.
He groans out a noise of pleasure and relief, one hand coming to cradle your chin, tipping your face up to the light.
"What have we learnt?" He asks you, and your eyes flutter open as you realise he's zipping himself back in, rebuckling his belts. You make a wordless noise in the back of your throat, trying to remind him that he's come but the space between your own thighs is hot and empty and wanting.
"Jojo," you say, petulantly. You get a cocked eyebrow. He repeats, slower this time;
"What have we learnt?"
"Please--"
The hand cradling your chin grows sharper, his grip more intense, making you very aware of how strong he is. How big his hands against you feel. You bite back the protest this time.
"What have you learnt?"
"N-not to be a brat," you whisper, and the corner of his lip twitches.
"Good girl," he says, patting your cheek, smearing his come against your skin. "If you keep that up, maybe next time I won't need to teach you a lesson at all."
You shift on your knees again. The space between your thighs feels like a physical ache - a need to be filled or toyed with or stroked until you get your own chance to come, breathing heavily and seeing stars under Jotaro's own skills.
"Jotaro," you repeat, trying to fit the wheedle into your voice. Jotaro's hands, though, leave your skin. He turns away from you.
"I have things to do," he says. "We'll talk about it later."
When his mind is made up, it's verging on impossible to get him to do anything you want him to do. He is stubborn-minded like a bull - as you stand, your lip twists. If Jotaro won't help you, you'll have to do something about this painful need yourself--
"Oh," Jotaro says, as you turn to leave, saying your name as if it's an afterthought. "Don't you dare touch yourself. I'll know."
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duker42 · 5 years ago
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I got inspired by Family Matters! how about where Levi and s/o noticed how sad Marc has been lately and they confront him about it. he said that Rachel is going out with this guy and they knew how much he loved her. Marc also said that he got bad vibes from him too, but didn't say anything to her or else it'd look like he was trying to break them up. they try to comfort him as best as possible. one night they heard banging at the door and they opened to see Rachel all beat up. they quickly-
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💜Bad Vibes💜
Levi watched as Marc poked at his dinner, pushing the meal around his plate. The frown on his son’s face wasn’t normal and he looked at Y/N to see that she noticed his unusual behavior as well.
Liam had already finished his plate and had asked to be excused, excited for extra time in the tub to play with the new bath toys he had picked out the other day. Levi smiled for a moment as he heard the ruckus coming from his bathroom, knowing that before going to bed, they would have to dry the floor from the extensive pirate battle that was currently being waged from the bubble filled sea.
Marc sighed as he stabbed a carrot viciously, like the vegetable had wronged him. Levi saw Y/N’s subtle nod and decided it was time to pull whatever had been bothering the boy for the few weeks out of him.
“The carrot didn’t hurt you, why are you so angry at it?” Levi asked, arching an eyebrow as the boy was ripped from his thoughts to look up at his dad.
“Huh? Oh, sorry.” Marc mumbled, looking back down at his plate.
“Marc, honey, what’s wrong?” Y/N prodded gently.
Marc looked up at his mom. “It’s stupid.”
Y/N gave him a level look. “It’s not stupid if it’s bothering you. What’s going on?”
Marc sighed again, resigned and somewhat happy to get it off his chest. “Rachel, she started seeing this one guy, Tim.”
Levi and Y/N looked at each other, they knew the boy had feelings for his friend. He just hadn’t worked up the courage to tell her about it yet.
“Thing is, this guy...I don’t like him at all. Not because she’s dating him. Well, not just because of that. He....I get bad vibes from him. He’s not good for her. But if I say anything, I’m just going to look like a jerk who’s trying to break them up. I don’t want Rachel mad at me or thinking I’m like that.” He looked back and forth between his parents. He had a slight blush on his face, admitting that Rachel dating someone bothered him, but he knew his parents would understand where he was coming from.
Levi sat back and looked at the young man who care about his friend. “You should always listen to those feelings.” He said finally.
He held up a hand. “But....I wouldn’t say anything to Rachel about it right now. You’re right in that.”
Y/N gave a small nod of agreement. “Honey, we both know you care about Rachel a lot. I’m sure she’s figured out you like her a bit more as a friend. But, I think you’re right for not saying anything to her without some sort of proof other than bad vibes.” She added.
Levi cautioned his son. “That’s not to say that you don’t keep an eye on this guy. If he gives you that feeling, don’t be rude. He will make a mistake soon enough. Then you go to Rachel with your impressions of the boy. But remember that she is in that first stage of infatuation most likely, don’t let your jealously get in between your friendship with her.”
Marc nodded and sighed again. “I’m trying, mom, dad. It’s just so hard not to pull her away from this guy every time he’s around. But I don’t want her to be upset at me.”
He down at his plate, happier now that he had told them what was going on. He brought the carrot back up to his mouth, chewing and swallowing before addressing them again. “Thanks, you always know what to say.”
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A few days had passed, Marc had looked a bit happier. The boy’s natural good mood showing back up and he had reported that his friendship with Rachel was still going strong, despite the other boy’s attempts to monopolize her time.
They were in the living room, Liam already in bed because of the late hour when they heard someone beating on the front door.
Levi got up to open to door and gasped when he found Rachel on their doorstep, her face was bruised and swollen, her lip busted and a gash above her right eye.
“Marc!” He called as he pulled Rachel inside and wrapped his arm around her waist to support her as she sagged against him.
Her words were slightly slurred from the bruises. “Mr. Levi...”
“Hold on, kid. Marc’s coming. Let’s get you inside.” Levi murmured as he flipped the door lock and started gingerly walking her towards the living room.
Y/N and Marc were wide eyed when they rounded the corner and saw Rachel. Marc rushing up to the pair and scooping Rachel up into his arms.
“I’ll get the first aid kit.” Y/N rushed upstairs to get the medical supplies while Levi headed to the kitchen to get some rags and an ice pack.
By the time his parents had come back into the living room, Marc had Rachel’s jacket off, revealing a number of bruises up and down her arms. Hand prints were someone had grabbed her, marring her pale skin.
Levi’s eyes narrowed on the marks as he moved over to help Marc set Rachel down on the sofa, being careful to avoid hurting her further.
“What happened?” Marc demanded as he pulled Rachel against him gently.
Y/N came back into the room with the medical kit and immediately took over, sitting down on the coffee in front of the battered girl and setting out the supplies.
Rachel winced as Y/N dabbed at her cut lip before answering. “Tim....I broke things off with him. He’s been pushing me to.....do things that I wasn’t ready for. Getting really angry about it.”
Levi’s scowl intensified as he shared a look with Y/N. He knew exactly what kind of things she was talking about and the idea of someone laying hands on the loving girl because she wasn’t ready for intimacy pissed him off beyond belief. He never approved of hitting a woman, let alone because wanting to wait.
He never could have imagined putting a bruise on Y/N when they were starting out because she hadn’t been willing to jump into bed with him. Even at his most ruthless, he always respected women and treated them with respect. This Tim shit needed to be taught some manners.
“Where did he do this?” Levi asked, his voice low and intimidating.
“My mom is out of town. He came over tonight. It was just supposed to be to watch a movie.” Rachel started crying, her voice breaking. “He got so angry, yelling at me that I was a tease, that I deserved this because everyone knew what coming over to watch a movie really meant.”
Marc’s face was a picture of anguish and rage, mirroring what his parents were feeling. It could have gotten so much worse, the results even more traumatizing for Rachel. Getting beaten by her boyfriend was going to be bad enough to overcome.
“I got away and ran here. It was the only place I could think of. I knew I would be safe here.” Rachel whispered. “I’m so sorry.”
Levi and Y/N glared at the poor girl when she said that. When she shrank back under the hot glances, they both sighed and tried to relax their expressions. Y/N beating Levi to the punch.
“Don’t you dare apologize Rachel!” Y/N scolded as she put a butterfly bandage over the now cleaned cut.
“We are happy you came to us. We are angry at this jackass that thought it was alright to hurt you, not you.” She said.
“He just....he kept hitting me, screaming that I tricked him.” Rachel sobbed, leaning against Marc as he held her close with shaking hands.
Levi felt the familiar burn of rage swell up inside him. “Marc, you and your mother take care of Rachel. I’ll be back.”
He turned and walked to the front door. He grabbed his keys and slipped on his leather jacket. The door slammed shut and the three people awake in the house heard the squealing of tires as Levi shot out of the driveway.
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The house was quiet when Levi opened the front door again. The living room light was still on. He shut and locked the door, and slipped the coat from his shoulders. Removing his shoes, he hung up his keys and padded silently into the room where he had left wife and son in charge of a battered Rachel.
The grim satisfaction on his face melted away when he saw the occupants of the couch. Marc was laying on his back, his arms around Rachel as she practically laid on top of him. She was still bruised and injured, but seemed to be at peace as she slept on his son’s chest.
He smiled at the sight of the slumbering teenagers. The night had taken it’s toll on them, and he moved over to grab a large throw to cover them. They might be a bit awkward in the morning, but for now, holding each other was both of them needed. He brushed the hair that fallen into Rachel’s face away as he looked down at the girl that he considered a daughter. She was safe with Marc, and from the expression on his son’s face tonight, he was going to let her know exactly how he felt as soon as she recovered.
A small sound from the doorway made him look up. Y/N was staring at him with an appraising look. He saw her eyes float down to the battered and bloodied knuckles of his hand. She gave him a nod and jerked her head towards the kitchen. She didn’t say a word, just turned and walked away, confident he would follow her.
There was a cup of tea sitting on the kitchen island when he walked in. Her own cup beside the opened medical kit. She didn’t comment on the wounds on his hand, she knew where they came from. What had caused the marks adorning his skin.
“He was still there?” She asked, surprise in her voice.
“Motherfucker was waiting for her to come back.” Levi spat out. The boy was older than he had realized, putting Levi completely at ease with kicking the shit out of him.
“You didn’t...?” Y/N asked, knowing that Levi had been beyond furious when he left.
Levi gave a scowl that put her at ease. “He was still conscious when I left him. Broken nose, ribs and perhaps a few broken fingers. It was a hell of a tumble down the stairs.”
Y/N hummed as she cleaned the cuts and applied the antibiotic cream to his hand. When she was done, she moved and laid her hand against his cheek lovingly. “I called Kristie. I told her what happened and convinced her not to try to come back tonight.”
Levi nodded, knowing that the girl was going to stay here, wanted her to stay here. He had grabbed her phone and locked up the condo where Kristie and her daughter lived after kicking the shithead out.
“She had gone on a spa retreat with her sister. I told her to stay, that we had her and that when Rachel woke up, I would have her call her.” Y/N said.
Levi pulled Rachel’s phone out of his pocket and set it on the island. He looked at his wife and saw her move a bit closer to him. He draped his arms around her lower back and tugged her forward, bringing her in between his knees as he set his head against the curve of her neck.
He sighed as he felt her lean her head against his. Y/N knew what he had done, approved of it even. He was protecting his family and that included Kristie and Rachel. His words were muffled against her skin as he commented. “I hate that those bad vibes Marc had turned out to be right, but I’m glad Rachel knows she can come to us.”
Y/N smiled as she pulled back slightly to look at her husband. ”Ackerman men are loving and protective. She knew that, just like I know that.”
Levi pulled Y/N against him for a kiss. He would always protect those he loved.
**All other stories in this AU are labeled Modern AU -Levi Family**
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ABC's with Alexei Stranger Things
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{+18 warning Russian dialogue in bold italic}
A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex) Say it with me ya'll: CUDDLES Doesn't matter the pace, whether the moment was rough or sweet, you bet Alexei will cuddle you afterward. He'll hold your head against his chest and rub circles around your back, but don't get too comfortable around this purring Russian because round two will soon commence.
B = Body part (their fav body part of theirs and their partner) Alexei can't get enough of your hair. He loves finger combing it to relax you and he's made a habit of twirling it around his index when you're close to him on the couch watching tv. During intimacy, doesn't matter the potion, he'll have his face buried in your hair. The smell of your shampoo and the softens of it against his face is his drug of choice at this point. Alexei was indifferent when it came to his appearance, but when you started calling his chubby cheeks cute every second you could he had no other choice but to believe it.
C= Cum CREAMPIES there I said it. But that's not all, oh no, if Alexei comes somewhere else, let's say your stomach, he will be overwhelmed with the image before him. As if in a trance, he'll start working his cum all over your soft stomach the same way he'd rub sunblock on your back. The first time he did this it caught you off guard. You bit your lip shyly as he made a slutty mess, and when the sensation of his big hand made you moan he whispered to himself, "My love looks so cute covered in my seed."
D = Dirty Secret There's honestly no secrets between you two. He has lost all shame around you and you love it.
E = Experience Alexei's sexuality peaked during college years. His priority was getting the best grades in the class, but like any other horny person, he didn't turn down the classmates that found his intellect plain out hot. Once getting tangled with the wrong people, there wasn't much time in his schedule to tend his needs...
F = Favorite position (graphic) Having you on your stomach, your sweet moans muffled by the pillow as he's pleasing you from behind is one of his favorite position... You straddling him? Heaven. Though that won't stop the Kamasutra and sexy dice from being used.
G = Goofy (are they more serious at the moment, or are they humorous, etc.) Boi is goofy 25/8 During sex isn't an exception! Looney Tunes has messed with that man's head, I tell ya. Now then, don't be surprised when he howls, whistles and stomps his foot like a horny wolf while you show off your new lingerie. You'll be mid moan when a wave of laughter hits you both hard enough to fall off the bed.
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H = Hair (how well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) When it comes to grooming, he doesn't do nor demand much from their partner (though a landing strip gets him going) He's area is low maintenance meaning the occasional trim is good enough.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment) Wishing to fuck the days away like two horny teenagers with no other care in the world but make the other one happy...then reality kicks in like a blow to the nuts, so you both end up late for work again. Yup, let's go with that ^_^ don't wanna get all corny n shit.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation Headcanon) When you two were just friends, Alexei had no choice but to take matters in his own hands (literally) Now having reached a sexual relationship with you, he doesn't have the need as often. He rather you do the handy work for him. Two handjob puns?
K = Kink *clears throat*
L = Location The bed, a classic. It's way more comfortable there considering the length of time doing it, and if he's going to be unconscious afterward he might as well be in bed, to begin with. When he's feeling sentimental he'll ask you to meet him on the couch, like the first time.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) Your smell, your laugh, your smile, the way you bite your thumb and drink from a straw, and suck on a lollipop, and when you curse in Russian and get on your tippy-toes to kiss him... You, just you and all of you all the time, bye.
N = NO You two crazy fucks are open to trying everything an anything, long as both of you are down for it.
O = Oral He'll devour you before going to work and call it the most impart meal of the day. Sooner or later one of you is getting fired.
P = Pace (fast, rough, slow, sensual? Etc.) All of the above at the same time with no warning.
Q = Quickie No such thing, unless you count the Oral headcanon.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) Alexei has taken risks, like that one time he almost made you crash your car through 7 Eleven because PERVERT OVER HERE had the great idea of touching you while driving.
S = Stamina (how many rounds and how long) To keep it short, as homeboy Newton once said, an object in motion stays in motion...with the exception of the same speed and direction. So yeah, until one taps out or it is time for work.
T = Toy Once comfortable enough you got your lovely toys out to play. The look on his face when you moved the pink vibrator over his go-to khaki pants was priceless, and after a few waves of pleasure, his face matched the toy! Your love was so eager to see you work your magic on him and yourself that he marked his pants. "Alexei, honey, do you wanna see what I did those lonely nights when you were the only thing in my mind?"
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) No teasing on his behalf. Who's he fooling? You both know he has it bad.
V = Volume He tried his best to keep quiet at first. You knew he was holding back a melody by the way he chewed his lip. Lovingly, you placed a hand on his jaw and tugged his lower lip with your thumb and begged to hear him... Baby boi couldn't hold his moans and grunts any longer from you. Him swearing in Russian? Fuck me up.
W = Wild Card (random headcanon) For the first Halloween together you thought it would be funny to dress as your hubby, Alexei. You wore his signature white button-down shirt and a pair of khakis that were folded at the bottom to accommodate your stature. Alexei was on the couch watching Looney Tunes when you took his glasses from behind to finish off your look. He turned around confused and looked at you up and down squinting. "How do I look?" You posed with jazz hands. "What exactly am I looking at?" He joked. Laughing you gave him back his glasses so he could see your outfit clearly. Seeing you had him lost for words. The love of his life wearing his clothing and looking THAT good in them????? Trick or Treat was out the window. Done. Tonight he had other plans in mind.
X = X-Ray Oh, he THICC
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive) With both your work schedules and fighting the government on the side Alexei finds himself wishing there were more numbers on the clock and an eighth day of the week so he could enjoy more domestic bliss with you.
Z = zzzz After so many rounds Alexei is ready to recharge. You cuddled up against his chest when suddenly he rolls on his back and lets out a snore. You giggle at the look on his face, all pink and warm to the touch and the cute twitching of his nose with every puff. You rest your head on his chest, the snoring lessening, to mumble an I love you before meeting him in the land of dreams.
Note: IDK what possessed me to write this MESS in one sitting but here we are hornier and dumber than before. If you make alphabets for Alexei please tag me. What was your fav letter if any?
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