#and slightly higher quality arms

[breadxrust]

he's so STRESSED that he got BALD SPOTS and EVERYBODY is LAUGHING at HIM and his MISSING FUR

@notazombie42 u forced me to do this.. 💔/j

[seumyo]

BAKUGOU KATSUKI ⭑.ᐟ A SERENE CELEBRATION, MERRY CHRISTMAS

A younger Bakugou Katsuki had always been certain of his future. At 26, he’d be a man with it all: a nice house, a career as the undisputed Number One Hero, happily married, and maybe, just maybe, a little brat on the way. That was the dream his teenage self clung to—the vision he worked tirelessly to acheive.

At 26, Bakugou stood in the middle of your shared apartment, arms crossed and staring at the half-decorated Christmas tree with a deep scowl. Strings of golden lights glimmered around the tree’s branches, lengths of ribbons are accompanied by shimmering with faux flowers, and ornaments—carefully chosen by you—hung delicately in place.

The problem? The color scheme.

“What’s wrong with red and gold?”

“It’s boring,” Bakugou grumbled. “We do red and gold every year.”

“It’s classic!” you argued, turning to face him fully. “And it matches the rest of the apartment’s decor!”

He narrowed his eyes. He could not believe that he’s having this conversation with you right now.

“We could try something new for once. Like silver and blue.”

You gasped, clutching an ornament like he’d just insulted you personally—even cursed your entire bloodline and ancestors. “Silver and blue? Are you trying to make our tree look like a corporate lobby?”

“It’d look cooler than this,” he shot back, gesturing vaguely at the warm-toned ornaments. “This looks like something out of a cheesy holiday catalog.”

“And what’s wrong with cheesy?” you challenged.

Bakugou opened his mouth, then closed it. He didn’t actually have anything against cheesy—hell, he secretly loved how excited you got during the holidays. But arguing about it? That was part of the fun, if not a branch of his quality time as a love language.

“Whatever,” he muttered, grabbing a red bauble and hanging it perfectly on the tree. “You’re just scared to try something new.”

You laughed, walking over with another ornament to decorate with. “And you’re just scared because I’m right.”

As Bakugou worked to string the lights around the higher branches, you began unpacking the remaining ornaments from your storage box. You pulled out a small, slightly worn ornament in the shape of a star and held it up with a nostalgic smile.

“Do you remember this?”

He glanced down from the tree, frowning at the star in your hand. “Should I?”

No matter how much he tries to remember, he simply couldn’t recall what made this star so special that you had to ask him if he remembers it.

It’s a star, that’s for sure. A faded one at that.

You sighed, clearly unimpressed by his lack of sentimentality. “It’s the first ornament we bought together. Back when we were... what, eighteen?”

Bakugou paused. It had been a spur-of-the-moment purchase during a rare day off from hero training.

You had somehow convinced him to go with you to wander around a Christmas market, bickering over everything from what food stalls to visit to what decorations looked “cool.” You had insisted on the star, and Bakugou—reluctantly—agreed after a heated argument about which shape of star’s better.

“Are you having a flashback monologue right now?”

That brought out a scoff from him. “Fuck no. Just remembered how you were annoying as hell that day,” he muttered.

“And you were so stubborn, god. You kept saying it was pointless to buy an ornament because I didn’t even have a tree back in my dorm.”

“Yeah, and you said, ‘It's not about the tree; it's about the tradition.’ What kinda cheesy crap was that?”

“It's true, though!” you argued, accepting his hand to place the star gently on the tree’s highest branch. “And now, look. We still have it. And now we can buy all the Christmas trees we could ever want.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

As you continued decorating, the sound of your laughter and playful arguments filled the apartment, giving it a cozy home feel. By the time the tree was finished, Bakugou begrudgingly admitted to himself that it didn’t look half bad—even if it was the same colors as last year, though a decent fortune was spent for it to not be too repetitive.

It’s a good thing his work pays well (you split the cost of decorations equally; he just says that his work pays better even if yours is a lot higher than his).

You stepped back, admiring your work with a satisfied smile. “Perfect. Now, onto the Christmas Eve menu. I was thinking we could do something light this year—maybe roasted chicken and a salad?”

Bakugou groaned, collapsing onto the couch. “Salad? On Christmas Eve? No fucking way.”

“What’s wrong with salad?”

“Is your childhood a bland mess to have salad as one of the main foods? It’s boring,” he said, sticking his tongue out at you when you gave him a pointed look. “We should make something warm and filling.”

“Okay, but you’re helping.”

“Since when did I ever leave all the cookin’ to you?”

Now that he’s 26, standing in the modest yet cozy apartment he shares with you, he realizes that dreams don’t always come in the exact shape you imagine.

Sure, he doesn’t have the massive house he once envisioned, but this apartment—filled with laughter, memories, and the faint scent of your favorite candles—is more of a home than anything his younger self could have dreamed up. The framed photos of your milestones, the shelves of books, and even a few of his hero equipment with the tools scattered on his office—it’s all perfect in a way he didn’t know he needed.

And his career? Well, Dynamight isn’t the Number One Hero yet, but he’s close. Close enough that his younger self would sneer but grudgingly admit it’s not bad.

He’s built a solid name for himself, and he’s done it his way. His rank might not be where he wanted it to be at this age, but he’s learned something more valuable than being the best—he’s learned the importance of balance.

The last part of that dream? The wife? He looks toward the kitchen, where you’re humming some off-tune melody, beginning to prepare what Bakugou’s about to cook with for dinner. The sight of you, so comfortable and almost glowing in your shared space, makes his chest tighten.

He must have a heart problem by this point because it comes at him at the most unexpected times whenever he sees you.

No, he doesn’t have a wife yet. But he’s about to change that.

He’s been thinking about it for weeks now.

He’s got the ring—it’s hidden in the drawer under his socks, where he knows you won’t go snooping.

He knows you’ll say yes, but he would be damned if he didn’t admit that it made him a bit nervous. He knows because you look at him the same way he looks at you: like the world would become lighter and easier to conquer as long as you have the other.

But still, he waits.

Not because he’s unsure, but because he wants the timing to be perfect. Not rushed, not forced. He’s learned to be patient over the years.

“Kats, help with cutting the onions, please!”

“Yeah, yeah. Comin’!”

Soon, he’ll drop the question. He’s not in a rush. This is your life together, and it’s not perfect, but it is just right—chaotic, loud, and full of love. And when the time comes, he’ll make sure you know just how much you mean to him.

But you already know that, don’t you?

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[endereies]

JUST NEED YOU - CS

No Nut November - Day 3

NNN Masterlist...

-➤ After a long day, Chris goes to you for comfort

Being awake late into the night repeatedly created such a messed-up sleep schedule and it was taking its toll. Ever since the triplets made a new schedule to fit around meetings and events, they found themselves filming into the dark hours of the day so that they could publish a higher quality video.

Chris was always energetic, and he portrayed that during every free opportunity. However, today was slightly different. Him and his brothers planned a stream about midday, along with a late filming session. Nothing he couldn’t handle until his team wanted to have a sudden meeting about his upcoming Fresh Love merch drop. It was early in the day compared to what he was used to.

The meeting wasn’t anything special, but it cut into the hours of rest he hoped would get him through the day. He wasn’t even sure of the meeting wasn’t necessary or a topic that couldn’t be discussed over a few strings of emails.

Then the streaming session followed. So many interactive tasks messed with his brain. Reading out the subs, communicating with the chat, following the requests, playing games while having to make the content engaging with commentary, it was becoming too much. Everything started to blur together, and his brothers could see that. They picked up on the subtle changes of their brother and brought the stream to a close.

“You going to be okay for filming dude?” Matt’s voice caught his attention and dragged it away from the day dream he didn’t even know he was having,

“Yeah, yeah. I’m just a little tired but I’m fine. I’ll grab an energy drink or something.” He shrugs, hiding the mental exhaustion on his face behind a meek smile. His brothers chose not to bring it up again and trust Chris with his words.

“Alright then, see you later.” Chris mumbled a goodbye to Nick, leaving the room to grab a drink from their fridge. The crack of the can giving him some hope that he’d feel more awake. But that’s the opposite of what happened.

The triplets had scheduled a car video for this Friday and if Nick wanted to have it edited by then, they had to film tonight. He was sat in the passenger seat, his third drink laying in the centre console. The filming started promising. Even with no topic, they each found small topics of conversation to entertain. He felt the drinks start to wear off and he couldn’t help but feel more agitated. Bantar turned into insults and left his mouth before he could process. Guilt filled his stomach as more words came out, eventually falling to silence.

When the camera finally stopped showing the red light, Chris sunk into his seat. Overstimulation ran through him by now and he hated it. Every cell in his body practically vibrated and he didn’t feel okay.

“Matt?” He offered a sincere tone to his brother, not opening his eyes while he leant back.

Matt glanced over to his body, evidently full of fatigue. “Yeah buddy?”

“Could you drop me at y/n’s house, please.” His brain felt fuzzy, he needed to just take his mind off his life for a moment. With his own home full of cameras, social media plans and reminders of what he had to do next, he needed a secondary. Your place held sanction to everything that made Chris feel calmer, safer. Away from cameras, away from his job and into your arms. When Matt hummed in response the car grew silent once more. Relief flooded him and a gracious smile twitched at his lips.

Neither Nick nor Matt uttered a word about the situation to Chris. They understood. There had been times where both of them had been in the same boat. The weren’t about to ridicule and tease Chris for that. Chris was just staring out the window at this point, falling silent which allowed the aux’s music to be heard. His eyes traced the painted lines on the road awaiting the moment those lines turned into the gravel of your drive way.

Chris knew you were home, he had been on and off messaging all day. Every few hours he’d receive a text from you just asking about his day. It wasn’t uncommon for Chris to seek your attention after a harsh day, today was no different.

He found himself stood in front of your door for mere moments before pushing the door open. His breathes instantly levelled and a feeling of relief filled his body as he took in the familiar surroundings. “Baby?”

“I’m in my room, Chris!” It didn’t take him long before he wondered into your bedroom.

When he pushed the door open, the scent of your vanilla candles breezed past him, the light casting a soft glow against your skin. You were stood by your closet, organising out piles of clothes freshly washed and dried. He couldn’t help but admire the way the flickered candle lights lit up the room. You feel his eyes baring into yours.

“What’s s’matter babe?” You don’t lock eyes with him briefly as you stretch your body to place a t-shirt away. Chris dawdled towards you, a breathy chuckle leaving his mouth.

“Too fucking much, m’exhausted and stressed.” His arms easily wrapped your waist, the feel of your skin making him sigh softly. You felt the pressure of his face, buried into your neck as he breathes in your scent.

“Would you want to lie down for a bit?” A small giggle passes your lips when Chris’s grip on your waist gets tighter. “Thought you’d never ask…”

Reluctantly, he let go of your body only for his hands to find yours, dragging you both towards your bed. Your bodies align so easily so that you were lying on his chest. Peppered kisses trace your features gently. Chris loves these moments more than anything, the times of the day where he could just be him with no camera or responsibility pushed into his face.

You settle your body in his arms, his heartbeat prominent when you placed your head flat on his chest. Chris’s hand finds his way to your scalp, running his fingers back and forth.

“You want to talk about your day?” You whisper softly, tilting your head to meet his gaze once more. Something in the way you look at him makes his body relax further.

He is quick to shake his head, planting a kiss on your lips. “ Jus’ need you…”

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[tsukuhoe]

10. please please please

from behind the mixing desk, choso watched you intently. his fingers hovered over the soundboard, ready to adjust levels at a moment’s notice. 

“y/n,” the brunette said, his voice crackling through the intercom. “wanna take it from the bridge again? you’re almost there— just lean into it.” whenever he works, choso’s like a whole new person. more serious, more focused, more professional. 

you nodded, determination flashing in your eyes. you took a deep breath as the instrumental track began to play in your headphones, the rich swell of strings building into a steady rhythm. your voice was raw and soulful when you sang, each word dripping with emotion. choso nodded along, tweaking the EQ slightly as you hit a particularly powerful note. as the song reached its peak, your voice cracked ever so slightly. 

“fuck,” you muttered, pulling off the headphones. 

“it’s okay,” choso said, stepping into the booth. “you’re pushing too hard on the outro… let it breathe. remember, it’s not about being perfect— it’s about feeling it.” 

you sighed, running a hand through your hair. “i know. i just… i want this to be right. it’s a bit personal.”

choso placed his hand on your shoulder. “that’s exactly why it’ll be great! just sing it for yourself this time.”

you nodded, letting his words sink in. with a deep breath, you slid the headphones back on and faced the mic. choso returned to his seat, adjusted a few knobs, and gave you a thumbs-up. the track started again, softer this time. your voice was vulnerable yet strong as you sang. as you finished, the studio fell silent, your heart racing.

the brunette leaned into the mic, a slow smile spreading across his face. “that’s it, y/n. that’s the one.”

you grinned, the tension in your shoulders melting away. “really?”

“really. it was perfect.”

you ran out the booth, excitedly jumping towards him and pulling him into a warm unexpected hug. choso’s stomach did a flip. his mind racing. was this real? should he hug you back? would that be weird? 

“thank you, cho…” you said softly, your cheek resting against his shoulder and eyes welling up with tears. the brunette blinked, finally letting his arms rise to lightly return the hug.

“are you alright, y/n?” 

you didn’t expect to start tearing up at the question, however, it’s been a rough week with the rumours of sukuna being spotted with his ex all while being in a new environment filming for the first time. not only that, but the recent spike in popularity from your new single has been overwhelming. you couldn’t help but start tearing up in choso’s embrace; presence was so comforting. 

you pulled back just enough to look up at him, your hands still resting lightly on his shoulders. “yeah. sorry for getting emotional… it’s been a long week.” you chuckled, wiping the small tears that formed in your eyes. “oh, by the way, i forgot to tell you but i got permission for us to use special grade’s music production rooms— access to them 24/7.” 

choso’s eyes widened and lit up, excited like a puppy seeing a treat. “really?! wait y/n, seriously? that’s awesome!” 

“right, baby! you deserved a reward— so i bargained with the management when they discussed the scream reboot.” 

“thank you so so much! i could not be any happier, oh my god… i can’t believe it! all the new equipment, the space… i mean, can you imagine the quality of their mics? we could make so much more higher quality songs and…” a soft smile tugged at your lips. his voice rose and fell, his excitement weaving through every syllable. 

seconds later, the door swung open, revealing yuji, your producer’s younger brother, wearing a flour-dusted apron and an exuberant smile. 

“choso! y/n!” the pink-haired boy exclaimed, opening the door as the scent of vanilla and cinnamon enveloped the room like a cozy blanket. “the band and i just finished making cinnamon rolls, and we wanted to bring you two some! i’m not interrupting anything, right?” 

“omg thank you so much yuji! that’s so sweet of you!” you smiled giving him a peck on the cheek, as he handed you a plate with two freshly baked sweet rolls. 

choso never wanted to be his brother so badly until this very moment. 

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[augustwinesworld]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭

you didn’t know if you wanted to cut it.

description: the trio gets their hands on ODM gear, a decision that will affect their rest of their lives without them knowing.

pairing: underground! levi x underground! reader

genre: pathetic yearning/ fluff

warning: tooth rotting

notes: the virgin induced christian yearning in this one makes the wait completely worth it.

word count: 4.3 k

extra: moodboard | playlist | ☆:**:. 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞 ��𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐞 .:**:.☆ 

Feel free to #𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 (◕‿◕✿) *:･ﾟ✧ if you have any scenarios in mind! I might not write everything but I’ll respond to everyone.

series masterlist: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭

If the Underground had one redeeming quality, it was this: its endless maze of abandoned

Silent, shadowed, and forgotten by most—ideal for watching without being seen.

From your vantage point across the street, Ksaver's tavern was alive with noise and chaos.

The glow of lanterns spilled onto the streets, illuminating clusters of drunk Garrison soldiers who lingered outside, laughing too loudly and leaning too heavily on each other.

“You’d think they were on leave,” you muttered, shifting slightly behind the dusty crate that hid you from view.

“They definitely think they are” Furlan replied with a grin, adjusting the straps of his satchel. His gaze flicked toward the warehouse looming just beyond the bar. “A couple more drinks, and they won’t even notice if we waltz in and take what we want.”

“Don’t get cocky. Drunk doesn’t mean blind. If we get caught, there are no second chances.”

The warehouse stood high next to the tavern, though still inconspicuous. A fortress of stone and steel—thick walls with narrow windows barred by iron.

A single lantern above the main entrance cast an eerie glow over the heavy steel door.

If you stop to think about it, so many defenses make the hideout look out of place compared to the surrounding buildings—but to be fair, it's not that weird either.

And section D-4.

The warehouse’s location was no accident. It was close to one of the main access points to the surface, a perfect hub for transporting supplies or weapons.

Its proximity to the tavern provided a convenient excuse for soldiers to loiter nearby, their presence both a deterrent and a cover.

Strategically, the spot was flawless. The surrounding alleys narrowed into natural chokepoints, ideal for defending against an attack or ambush.

But the same features that made it easy to guard also made it predictable.

Once again, you scanned the perimeter, noting the lazy paths of the patrolling guards. Their footsteps irregular, as though they were half-heartedly going through the motions.

Furlan shrugged off Levi’s warning, his grin widening as he gestured toward the soldiers at the bar. “You know, they don’t look all that bright. One distraction, and we’re golden.”

Levi’s eyes narrowed, his voice dropping into that dangerously calm tone he always used before losing his patience. “One mistake, and we’re dead. This isn’t a game, Furlan.”

You stifled a sigh, crouching lower as you scanned the warehouse’s perimeter. A pair of guards moved methodically near the entrance, their lanterns casting faint pools of light. “Relax, Levi,” you said, your voice low but steady. “We’ve got this.”

His piercing gaze snapped to you, cutting through the dim light. “If I had a coin for every time you said that right before things went to hell, we wouldn’t need this job.”

Furlan snickered, nudging Levi’s arm with his elbow. “Lighten up, Captain. You’ll give yourself wrinkles.”

“Keep talking,” Levi muttered, his hand tightening around the hilt of his blade, “and I’ll give you something worse.”

Despite the harsh words, there was a rhythm to this—it was a routine that had carried you through countless close calls.

Still, the stakes felt higher tonight.

The plan was deceptively simple: avoid the guards, slip into the warehouse unnoticed, grab the gear, and get out. No unnecessary risks—but if they spotted you, there would be no retreat. You’d have to fight your way out.

Securing the ODM gear was the top priority, no matter the cost.

Levi crouched beside you, his eyes fixed on the guards patrolling the perimeter. “We move on my signal. Stay close, stay quiet, and don’t lose focus. If they see us, we end it fast—no hesitation.”

“Got it,” Furlan whispered, adjusting the straps on his satchel. “Though I doubt they’re sharp enough to notice anything.”

“They’re drunk, not blind,” Levi muttered, his voice low but edged with warning. “And even if they were, don’t get sloppy. We can’t afford mistakes.”

You stayed silent, your focus locked on the warehouse.

The guards’ paths were sloppy but predictable with patience.

They lingered near the main door longer than necessary, sharing drinks and trading jokes before pacing the perimeter with uneven steps. Their torches cast moving shadows, perfect for slipping through undetected.

Levi moved first, slipping into the dim alley like a shadow. His footsteps were silent as he hugged the wall of a neighboring building, gesturing for you and Furlan to follow.

One at a time, the three of you crossed the narrow street, sticking to the darker corners as you approached the back of the warehouse. The steel door loomed ahead, reinforced and locked tight.

The faint scuff marks near the hinges and chipped paint around the lock told a familiar story: this wasn’t the first time someone had tried to break in.

When you reached the side door, Furlan knelt to pick the lock, his fingers moving deftly over the worn mechanism.

“You sure you’ve got this?” you asked, glancing nervously over your shoulder.

He grinned without looking up. “Relax. It’s not my first dance.”

The lock clicked, and Furlan pushed the door open with a shit-eating grin. “After you,” he said with a mock bow.

Such a moron.

The air inside was thick with the smell of oil and rust, suffocating with very little light.

“There,” Levi said, his voice low as he nodded toward the far end of the room. Different sets of ODM gear hung on racks, their metallic components gleaming faintly.

You moved cautiously, your footsteps muffled by the dust-covered floor. Furlan reached the gear first, his grin widening as he inspected one of the sets. “A little outdated,” he murmured, running his fingers over the mechanisms. “But definitely worth the trip.”

“Take it and go,” Levi ordered, his gaze darting toward the door. “We’re not sticking around.”

You slung one set over your shoulder, the weight pressing heavily against your back as you adjusted the straps. On the other hand, Levi and Furlan grabbed two each just in case.

Just as you turned toward the exit, the sound of muffled voices reached you. 

Your stomach dropped. 

The guards were at the back door.

Levi’s hand shot up, signaling for silence. The three of you froze, your breaths shallow as the voices grew louder.

“They’ll notice the open lock,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Levi’s jaw tightened, his sharp eyes scanning the room. “If they come in, we take them out. Quick and quiet.”

The door creaked open, and two guards stepped inside, their lanterns sweeping across the room. Their boots scuffed against the floor as they muttered to each other.

The creak of the warehouse door sent a chill down your spine. Lantern light swept through the space as two guards stepped inside, their boots crunching faintly on the dusty floor.

“Check the racks,” one of them ordered, his tone clipped. “Captain’ll have our heads if we lose track of anything in here.”

Your heart pounded as the light moved closer to your hiding spot. The narrow gap between the crates was barely enough to conceal the three of you, and the weight of the ODM gear on your back made every shift of your body feel agonizingly loud.

“Wait,” one guard said suddenly, his footsteps halting. “Something’s missing.”

Shit.

Levi’s pointed gaze flicked toward you and Furlan, his fingers already tightening around the hilt of his blade. 

The second guard stepped up to the racks, running his hand over the empty hooks where the gear had been. “What the hell…? It was here yesterday.”

Furlan’s grip on the strap of his satchel tightened. “They’re gonna figure it out,” he whispered, barely audible.

Levi’s eyes narrowed. “On my mark,” he murmured, his voice a thread of steel.

The first guard turned, his lantern swinging dangerously close to the crates. “Check the other side of the room. Maybe someone moved it.”

Levi moved before the guard could take another step. Silent as a shadow, he emerged from the gap and closed the distance in an instant. The flash of his blade was quick, precise—a clean strike that dropped the first guard before he could make a sound.

The second guard spun, his eyes wide with shock. “Hey! What—”

His shout was cut short as you lunged forward, your hands already on the haft of the short blade tucked into your harness. The guard’s lantern fell, clattering to the ground as he stumbled back, your blade slicing through his defenses.

Furlan stepped out next, grabbing the fallen lantern and snuffing its flame before the light could draw attention from outside. “Subtle,” he muttered, his grin strained but intact.

“Clear,” Levi said, his voice low as he scanned the room. He crouched to check the fallen guards, his movements quick and efficient. “We need to move. Now.”

You nodded, adjusting the weight of the gear on your back. The warehouse felt heavier with silence now, the echoes of your scuffle fading into the distance.

“Think anyone heard that?” Furlan asked, his tone almost casual as he slung his gear over one shoulder.

Levi didn’t answer, his focus already on the exit. He motioned for you to follow, his movements still sharp and deliberate.

The three of you slipped out the side door, sticking to the shadows as you retraced your path through the narrow alleys. Every sound seemed amplified—the scrape of your boots against the stone, the distant hum of voices from Ksaver’s tavern.

As you reached the edge of the alley, Levi raised a hand, signaling for a halt. He peeked around the corner, his grey eyes scanning the street ahead.

“All clear,” he said finally, stepping forward.

Relief flooded through you, though it was short-lived. The weight of the gear pressed heavily against your back, a constant reminder of what you’d risked—and what you’d gained.

By the time you reached the safety of your hideout, the adrenaline had begun to wear off, leaving your limbs heavy and your mind buzzing with exhaustion.

“Well,” Furlan said, dropping his gear onto the table with a thud. “That was fun.”

Levi shot him a glare, his voice cold. “You call that fun? If you hadn’t been so loud earlier—”

“Relax,” Furlan interrupted, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “We got what we came for, didn’t we?”

You sat down heavily, the stolen gear still strapped to your back. Despite the tension, a small smile tugged at your lips. “We’re alive. That counts for something.”

"Barely."

Levi didn’t respond immediately, his gaze lingering on the gear. Finally, he nodded, his expression softening just slightly. “This was just the start. Next time, there won’t be room for mistakes.”

The abandoned factory near the hideout became your training ground.

It was vast and empty, the towering beams and rusted catwalks providing the perfect place to test the ODM gear without drawing attention.

Levi, annoyingly so, took to it immediately—balanced, studious, and calculated.

The same as always.

Watching him soar through the air, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy.

Furlan stood below, arms crossed, grinning up at you as you adjusted the straps of your harness. “Sure you don’t want to let the expert go first?”

You snorted, securing the final strap across your chest. “Pretty sure we’re both equally clueless about this.”

“Speak for yourself,” he replied, stepping back as you approached the edge of the platform. “I’ve been preparing for this my whole life. Born to fly, you know.”

Levi, perched on a beam several feet above, didn’t bother looking down. “Born to crash, maybe.”

Furlan gasped dramatically. “Was that a joke? From Levi? Someone mark this moment in history.”

“Keep running your mouth, and I’ll make sure you’re the first to ‘fly,’” Levi muttered, tightening his grip on his gear. His gaze flicked to you briefly, as if checking to ensure you hadn’t strapped something wrong.

The mechanisms in your gear hissed softly as you tested the triggers, the faint resistance sending a thrill of anticipation through your body. You took a deep breath, your fingers steady despite the rush of nerves in your chest.

“Alright,” you said, stepping closer to the edge. “Let’s see what this thing can do.”

The grapples shot out with a loud metallic hiss, embedding themselves into a beam high above. Gas hissed from the canisters on your back, and suddenly, you were airborne.

The initial jolt nearly threw you off balance, the weightless sensation both exhilarating and terrifying.

Air rushed past your face as the world blurred around you, beams and scaffolding flashing by in streaks of rusted metal.

You adjusted the tension, the pull of the cables propelling you forward in a shaky arc.

Then you realized your trajectory was off—badly off. You were heading straight for a beam.

“Shit,” you muttered, trying to adjust the line, but your inexperience betrayed you. The controls felt clunky, unresponsive. You braced for impact, your heart hammering.

The collision never came. Instead, a harsh tug yanked you sideways, and suddenly, Levi was there, his arm locked around your waist as he propelled you both toward a safer landing.

You hit the platform with a stumble, Levi steadying you as you regained your footing. His grip was firm, his breath steady despite the chaos of the moment.

“Careful,” he said, his tone clipped but quieter than usual.

You looked up at him, your chest still heaving from the adrenaline. His face was close—too close—and for a moment, all you could do was blink at him. “Thanks,” you managed, your voice barely above a whisper. “I had it under control.”

Levi raised an eyebrow, his expression a mix of disbelief and mild irritation. “Right. That’s why you were about to introduce your face to a steel beam.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but the way his gaze lingered on yours made the words falter. There was something unreadable in his expression, an intensity that made your stomach twist in a way that had nothing to do with the gear strapped to your back.

“Uh… you can let go now,” you said, your voice higher than you’d intended.

Levi blinked, as if realizing for the first time that he was still holding you. He stepped back quickly, his arms dropping to his sides with a stiffness that bordered on awkward. “You’re lucky I was watching,” he muttered, looking away.

“Always am,” you shot back without thinking, the words slipping out before you could stop them.

The silence that followed was loud.

Too loud,

Fuck.

Furlan’s laughter cut through it, his voice echoing from below. “Oh, that was smooth. I’ll give you that one.”

You turned, glaring down at him. “Shut up, Furlan.”

Levi cleared his throat, adjusting the straps of his gear. His expression was unreadable again, though a faint pink tint dusted the tips of his ears. “Get back up there,” he said flatly, nodding toward the scaffolding. “You’re not done until you stop flying like a drunk bird.”

The next few days blurred into a grueling routine. Each of you took turns practicing with the gear, alternating between bursts of progress and painful missteps. Furlan’s attempts often ended in chaos—his grapples tangling in beams, or his launches sending him spinning uncontrollably.

“Maybe this thing just doesn’t like me,” he muttered after his third crash into a stack of crates.

Levi, of course, took to the gear with ease. His movements were perfect: deliberate and efficient, each arc and turn executed with precision. Watching him was equal parts inspiring and frustrating—how did he make it look so easy?

One afternoon, after another exhausting round of practice, you sat on a ledge adjusting your gear. The straps were digging into your shoulders, the weight feeling heavier after hours of trial and error.

“You’re overthinking it,” Levi said, his voice cutting through your thoughts.

You glanced up at him, frowning. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He stepped closer, crouching beside you as he gestured toward the triggers in your hands. “You’re forcing the movement. The gear’s designed to work with your body, not against it. You’re trying too hard to control it.”

His voice was calm, measured, but the proximity made it impossible to focus. His fingers brushed against yours as he adjusted your grip, the warmth of his touch sending a jolt through you.

“Relax your wrist,” he said, his tone softer now. “Let the momentum carry you.”

You swallowed hard, nodding as you tried to ignore the way your heart had started pounding. “Got it.”

Levi stepped back, his arms crossing as he watched you with that same intense focus. “Try again.”

You inhaled deeply, gripping the triggers as you launched upward. This time, the motion felt smoother, more natural. The air whipped past your face, and when you landed on the next platform, you couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face.

“Better,” Levi called, his voice carrying easily across the factory.

You turned back to him, your chest tightening at the faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. It was subtle, barely there, but enough to leave you feeling unsteady all over again.

Furlan’s voice echoed from below. “Alright, lovebirds, break it up! Some of us are trying to survive down here!”

You rolled your eyes, heat rushing to your cheeks as you shouted back, “Shut up, Furlan!”

Levi didn’t respond, but the small smirk that flickered across his face was enough to make you forget your embarrassment—if only for a moment.

That evening, Furlan announced he was done for the day, dramatically clutching his lower back as he slumped onto a crate. “I think the gear hates me,” he said, shaking his head. “And honestly, I’m starting to hate it back. I’ll see you two tomorrow.”

Levi barely glanced at him. “Good. You crashing into things is getting annoying.”

Furlan chuckled as he headed for the exit, leaving you and Levi alone in the cavernous space of the factory. The air was cooler now, the sounds quieter as the faint hum of distant life settled into an almost eerie calm.

It was just you and Levi now, the dim light from the fractured windows casting long shadows over the beams and scaffolding.

You tightened the straps on your harness, pretending the silence wasn’t getting to you. “I’m going again,” you said, breaking the quiet.

“Not like that,” Levi’s voice cut in, sharp but softer than usual.

You turned to him, frowning. “What do you mean?”

He didn’t answer immediately, his gaze fixed on you like he was sizing you up—not in the critical way he usually did, but as if deciding whether to elaborate. He stepped closer, his movements deliberate, and gestured to your harness. “Your straps. They’re too loose.”

You hesitated, glancing down at them. “They feel fine to me.”

“They’re not.” 

Levi was already in front of you, his hands reaching for the straps before you could protest. The adjustment was quick, precise, and practical—his gloved fingers deftly tightening the leather across your collarbone with a firm but careful touch.

It should’ve been nothing, and yet you felt it everywhere. The warmth of his hand through the glove, the way he was so close you could feel his presence like a weight pressing against you. Your breath hitched despite yourself, and you fought the urge to look at him.

But you couldn’t help it. Your gaze flicked upward, catching him in a moment of complete focus. His expression was neutral, eyes locked on the harness, his attention so sharp it felt unfairly indifferent—like you weren’t standing right there, hyper-aware of every small motion he made.

“There,” he said, stepping back slightly. His voice was calm and clipped, efficient as always, but there was a flicker of something—hesitation?—in the way his gaze lingered on your face before dropping back to the straps.

You nodded, your voice quieter than intended. “Thanks.”

But instead of stepping away fully, Levi’s eyes shifted downward, landing on the straps at your waist and thighs.

His jaw tightened for half a second, his hand hovering as though he might reach for them. The urge was fleeting but sharp, a thought that passed too quickly to stop but lingered just long enough to make him tense.

He dropped his hand, straightening and stepping back with a slight shake of his head, which was now beet red. “The lower straps are loose too,” he muttered, his tone soft but edged with something he couldn’t quite hide. “Fix them before you go again.”

Your pulse quickened as you followed his line of sight, fumbling with the straps around your waist, your fingers clumsy against the worn leather. His words were practical, but the air between you felt anything but.

“Right,” you murmured, tightening the buckles and avoiding his gaze.

Levi crossed his arms, his eyes flicking back up to your face once you were finished, like he was assessing your work. “Next time, check everything,” he said, his voice steadier now, though the faint tension in his jaw remained.

You nodded again, swallowing hard. “Got it,” the silence stretched, thick and heavy with things you didn’t know how to name. Your face grew hot as you tried to come up with something to say—”um, thanks.”

You adjusted your stance, focusing on the triggers in your hands, trying to shake the weight of his attention. But it was impossible to ignore the way his presence settled over you, like an anchor you couldn’t pull free of.

It was nothing, and yet it wasn’t. You hated how aware you were of him, how he—

“Try it now,” he said, his voice softer this time.

You nodded again, turning toward the edge of the platform with shaky hands.

The grapples hissed as they shot out, embedding themselves into the beams high above. Gas propelled you forward, and for a moment, everything else fell away—the nerves, the tension, the weight of his eyes on you.

But when you landed, breathless and steady, it was all there again.

“Better,” he said, stepping forward. His approval was quiet, almost reluctant, like he didn’t want to give too much away.

You forced a small smile, trying not to let the words hit harder than they should. “Guess the straps really were the problem.”

His eyes lingered on yours for a moment, unreadable. “It wasn’t just the straps,” he said eventually, his voice quieter now. “You’re starting to trust the gear. That’s why it worked.”

You nodded, unsure of what to say. The silence stretched between you, not awkward but heavy, like there were too many things left unsaid.

“I’ll go again,” you said finally, taking a step back.

But Levi didn’t move.

“Wait,” he said, the word soft but firm enough to make you pause.

You turned to look at him, your pulse jumping when you saw the way his expression had shifted—something about the edges of his usual stoicism softened, just slightly. It made him look almost unsure, which was wrong in so many ways. Levi wasn’t supposed to look unsure.

“You’re still forcing it,” he said after a moment, his voice lower now, almost hesitant.

You frowned. “Forcing what?”

He sighed, stepping closer again. His hands reached for yours, adjusting your grip on the triggers like it was the most natural thing in the world.

But it wasn’t—not for you, anyway. His gloves were worn and rough, the touch fleeting and practical, yet it sent a warmth curling through you that made your chest ache.

“You’re thinking too much,” he murmured, his voice so quiet you almost missed it. “The gear works with you. Stop fighting it.”

“I’m not—” you started to argue, but his gaze stopped you short.

He was close now, closer than he needed to be, and the intensity in his eyes was almost too much.

You could feel his breath, steady and even despite the distance you’d just flown, and it made you horribly aware of how uneven yours was in comparison.

“Try again,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak, and turned back to the edge of the platform. Your fingers tightened around the triggers, your grip firmer now but more deliberate, and you launched upward.

This time, the motion felt different. Easier. Smoother. The rush of air filled your lungs, and for a moment, you felt weightless in a way that didn’t terrify you. When you landed, it was with a steadiness that surprised even you.

You looked back at him, your chest still heaving. He was standing exactly where you’d left him, his arms crossed, his gaze sharpened but softer than usual.

“Better,” he said again, his tone quiet but unmistakably sure.

You smiled, though it felt too vulnerable, too honest. “Thanks.”

He nodded, but the way his eyes lingered made your stomach twist again. You thought about saying something—anything to cut through the heaviness between you—but before you could, he turned away.

“Don’t overthink it next time,” he said, his voice back to its usual clipped tone. But as he adjusted the straps on his gear, you caught the faintest trace of pink at the tips of his ears.

You swallowed back a laugh—soft and pathetic and a little bitter—and turned to reset your stance.

Levi didn’t look at you again, but his presence felt impossibly heavy. It was maddening, this quiet pull between you, like a thread you didn’t know how to cut.

You didn’t know if you wanted to cut it.

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Home Movie - Rafe Cameron One Shot

+18 Minor DNI

Rafe x Girlfriend!Reader

⭐️ republished ⭐️

+18 Minor DNI

🪄 Warning: SMUT & Swearing, Pet names, no use of Y/N, birthday sex, first-time anal fingering, unprotected p in v, oral (male receiving), recording a sex tape, hair pulling, Rafe talks you through it.

📖 You and Rafe spend some quality time together after your birthday celebration, where you catch all the fun on tape.

2.9k <- almost all smut oops

Reader’s POV:

Your fingers comb through the back of Rafe’s hair, making him groan. “You know how hard it is to get you alone, princess?” Rafe chuckles, breathily as you amble toward the grand staircase. His face melts into your neck; lips meeting your skin, making your head fall to the side. “I’m glad everyone could be here for you, baby.” He mumbles against your neck, working his way up to your ear, sending chills down your spine. “Fuck. I hate sharin’ you though.”

“And, I hate sharing you. Tonight was perfect, baby. Thank you. Seriously, this has been the best birthday ever.” Rafe pulls back slightly, meeting your gaze, his blue eyes sparkling. The corners of his rosy lips curl into a smile.

“That makes me so happy, sweetheart.”

Rafe sets you down, not losing contact, lowering himself to your lips. He kisses you deeply, consuming all of your senses. His rich cologne, the sweetness of his taste, and green apple Jolly Ranchers, he can help but snag from your purse. He moans into your kiss, music to your ears as the touch of his rough hands glides higher and higher up your bare legs. He backs you up against the wall, tongue tangling with yours.

“You still up for this?” He mumbles between kisses.

“Mmm… Mhmm.”

“You’re gonna look so good on camera, princess,” he rasps, the vibrations of his low tone tickle your ear, making you powerless. “Oh, I got you a gift. You wanna put it on for me? I’ll set up the camera.” You bite your lip and nod.

“After you, pretty.”

A smile rolls across your lips as you see the mess of gifts arranged on the counter, a spray of rose gold and blush-hued balloons lofted on the ceiling. “Rafe,” you sigh, happily as you take in the additional gifts added, a lovely bouquet of roses, your favorite pink wine, and a white apparel box with a red bow.

Rafe walks behind you, body pressing against your back, arms shrouded around your waist as you unfasten the satin, undoing the knot. You draw back the top, plucking out the tissue paper; letting out a sinful little laugh. There it sits, a VHS C resting on a nest of red lace lingerie.

Snagging the VHS you pass it to Rafe. He wastes no time, popping back the lid; pulling out the smaller cassette, jamming it into the camera. He turns back to you cupping your cheeks in his large hands, kissing your forehead, your nose, your lips. “Be a good girl and get dressed for me. Yeah?”

“Jesus Christ, princess,” he groans, lustfully as his bare chest presses flush with yours. “How are you so sexy?” Rafe whispers against your lips, deepening the exchange a moment later, claiming your lips in a passionate kiss. His fingers drift into your hair, pulling you even closer. You reach down, stroking your hand over his clothed cock. “Lemme see you.” He draws back to take a better look, moaning lowly as his eyes drink you in.

Rafe spins you under his finger, his darkened eyes trailing from the tips of your black heels to the top of your lace-trimmed thigh-high stockings. His finger traces the little straps, clipping your hosiery in place; following the line to the garter belt cinched around your waist.

“This is one selfish fuckin’ gift,” he chuckles, darkly.

“I love it, baby. I feel beautiful-”

“You are beautiful. Damn… You’re divine, angel,” he moans before you can say much more, lighting you ablaze.

“You ready?” Your hands rest lightly against his chest, feeling his heart racing underneath, matching your own.

“Haven’t thought about much else today, princess.”

“Neither have I,” you whisper as your lips brush against his, feeling the anticipation build.

His large palms circle the fullness of your ass. “Shit…” He groans, drawing out the word as his hand meets only skin. His arm reaches further around your hip, fingers skimming your ass, reaching as far as he can, the tips of his fingers swirling your arousal dipping into your entrance. “You don’t even have to take these off.”

“How ‘bout that?” You add, breathily, fanning the flame. He doesn’t respond, just a hungry stare as he picks you up, shifting the two of you to the mattress, looking like he could absolutely devour you. He reaches down, practically ripping the button of his slacks open, going on all fours toward you as you move back to the headboard.

He kisses your forehead, retreating on the bed. One snap open, then the next. Rafe unclasps your garter belt straps, peeling the stockings off your thigh and calf, kissing and kissing some more as he reveals more and more skin. His fingers never lose contact, landing on your panties again.

Rafe drops his hips thrusting and rolling his rock-hard bulge into you. You can feel the chill of the slick between your thighs making you release an eager whimper. “Need you,” you whine.

“You still wanna try, sweetheart?”

You nod rapidly at him before lowering your gaze, taking in his perfect form, tanned skin and thick muscles. His blonde fringe dusts his forehead, brushing against you as he continues to torture you with a few more hindered thrusts.

“I need you inside of me,” you breathe, tugging at his boxers, drawing them as low as you can before Rafe yanks them off completely. His hard dick stands straight, weeping at the tip. You wrap your hand around his thick shaft, swiping your thumb across his tip before taking it between your lips, purring at the taste.

“I’m obsessed with you,” he mumbles under his breath, his body tacking you to the mattress.

“Fuck. Me.”

“Anything for you. Hands 'n knees, sweetheart.”

You roll over underneath him as he rises on his knees, moving back slightly for you to assume the position. You rest your forearms on the bed, ass in the air.

“Like this?” You ask, looking over your shoulder, making his eyes roll back.

“Just like that,” he groans as he takes hold of your curves, spreading your cheeks slightly. You watch a devilish smirk stretch on his lips. His eyes drift to the camera, checking his angle, making sure to get the perfect shot.

He draws his hand back slapping your ass cheek, a satisfying clap cracks through the room. Rafe snares your hips, towing you closer. You relax your body a little more, the sway of your spine deepening.

Rafe’s rough fingers meet your clit, making you release a throaty moan. “Such a pretty pussy,” he groans as he works a little further back, toying with your entrance, running his fingers through your folds before slapping your cunt. “Always so wet for me.”

“I’m so wet for you,” you pant. “Please, Rafe. S-Shit-” You’re cut short by a new sensation, as Rafe rubs his thumb over your taut hole using your slick as lube. He runs a line of spit down, making you release a little gasp as he circles a little quicker before pressing it inside, making you clutch the sheets.

“Good?” A smile spreads on his perfect lips.

“So fucking good,” you moan. Rafe draws his finger out, pulling out a moan from your trembling lips. Rafe presses against you again, his pointer finger replacing his thumb.

“Want me to keep goin’?”

“Yes. Fuck, Rafe… Don’t stop,” you whimper.

You watch as Rafe wraps his fist around his dick as well. Your entire body starts to throb, heart banging in your chest as Rafe pumps his long cock at the same tempo as his finger, working in and out of you. A bead of precum drips from his swollen tip onto the comforter below.

Is he gonna fuck me too?

You feel heat spread across your already hot skin as he answers your question. His fat cockhead presses against your entrance, making your fingers twist in the sheets, gripping tight, eyes squeezed as he glides inside your pussy.

“O-Oh, Rafe. I- Mmm…” He sinks balls deep, the skin of his body pressed against yours, making you cry out. He lets you adjust to his size and the new sensation.

“Please…” You manage, wanting desperately for him to move.

“Gotta use your words, baby girl. There somethin’ you want?”

“Fuck me,” you whine.

“There’s my good girl,” he grunts, rocking into you at a familiar tempo, working his fingers in tandem with his thrusts.

“Oh my god,” you gasp, in ecstasy as he adds another, filling you fuller than before.

“Jesus Christ,” he huffs. Rafe curls his digits inside your ass, pumping both a little quicker, making you tighten around him more. “Feels so good, baby… G-Goddamn,” he pants between ruts.

“So good,” you cry.

Rafe’s palms the arch of your ass with his other hand, spanking your cheek before gliding it forward, forcing your body a little lower. He feeds off your whines and moans, searching for that perfect angle to send you over the edge.

“Right there,” you cry.

“Like this?” He asks in a taunting tone, using your words from before. “Right there, sweetheart?”

“Yes. Yes.”

A cocky smile spreads on his lips as he watches you carefully. The clapping of skin fills the room along with the lewd squelching of your cunt. “Faster,” you snivel.

“Mhmm?”

“Harder,” you plead through quivering lips, spit seeping out the sides of your mouth.

“Yeah?” He bullies. His hand takes a grip on your ass, rough thrusts with his fingers and cock making your body weak.

“Gonna cum.”

“Mmm… Squeezin’ me so tight. S-Shit,” he stammers.

You scream out his name, pussy fluttering around his length as you cum harder than you ever have before. Your toes curl tight, hands weaved in the sheets as you flood his cock with your release.

Your lashes beat to a close, muscles settling around him as his fingers pull out. “Mmm…” Rafe growls from behind you as his hand rounds your hips. He grinds his cock slowly, just rough enough to make the plush of your ass recoil.

“Felt so good, Rafe,” you mewl in exhaustion, feeling his hand sail up the bend of your spine, raking into your hair.

“You liked that, baby? You want more?”

“Yeah. Wanna make you cum, daddy.”

“Look at the camera for me, darlin’,” Rafe rasps, taking a tighter grip on your strands, guiding your fucked-out smile to the lens. You blink your eyes, doing your best to focus, ears ringing slightly.

“So fuckin’ beautiful… Holy shit,” he moans as he continues to fuck into you nice and slow. “I wanna go a little slower this time,” he whispers. “That alright with you, baby doll?”

“That’s perfect.”

“Come here, sweetheart,” he calls for you.

The pads of Rafe’s calloused fingertips skate up your thighs, finding your dripping cunt. He runs a few small circles on your clit as you scratch your nails up his thigh. He lets out a deep moan as you apply a little pressure, rolling his heavy balls in your small hand.

“Can you suck me clean, baby?”

“Fuck, daddy… Please,” you sigh, dreamily as you slot yourself between his strong thighs.

“Open,” he rasps, making you flatten your watering tongue. He inserts his thumb pressing down on it before inserting his cock nice and slow. “Close…” You wrap your lips around his length, feeling it strain on your tongue. “Suck, sweetheart.” You taste his essence, paired with a hint of your own.

“You’re lips look so pretty around my dick.” You take him to the back of your throat, sucking him off to the tip, eyes locked on his. “Co'mere, baby,” he croons, guiding you back in, kissing your lips, taking in the taste as well. His kiss is unhurried and deep, his tongue rolling slowly with yours, making you light-headed

Rafe pushes you back onto the bed, mounting you quickly, leaning his toned frame over your own. His kisses journey lower and lower on your body, kissing and re-kissing your skin, breathing in your perfume as his hands play as well.

His ringed fingers circle your breasts before pressing them together. He growls in satisfaction, kissing the mounds of your breasts. He flicks his pink tongue across your hardened nipple, sending chills across your body.

“Shit, baby. Look at you,” he sighs, marveling at your curves, pinching your nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He rolls your pebbled skin roughly making pleasure spur between your thighs, causing you to shudder out a breath. “Fuck. I love your body, honey,” he groans. Rafe crawls closer, a boyish smile on his lips as he lowers himself to your ear, the warmth of his breath making a flighty giggle flee your lips. “I’m fuckin’ your tits later.”

“Yeah,” you smile as you tuck yourself into his arms.

“Neither can I,” you breathe, spreading your thighs a little wider as he takes his shaft in his hand.

You watch as he slides his cock into you slowly, plunging in with the wetness of your first orgasm. “Fuckkk. That feels so damn good,” he groans. Rafe begins to roll his hips into you. You can see all of his muscles at work as he holds himself up with his forearms, his gold chain keeps cadence with his thrusts.

It’s the perfect pace, the perfect depth, allowing you to savor him, every vein, and ridge, the curve of his swollen head dragging against your sweet spot already.

You look down, watching as he stretches you out; cock glistening with your cum. “It’s like you were made for me, baby,” he pants, breathily, pulling you from your daze, back to his beautiful eyes.

“I am…” you whisper.

Rafe’s hand works up your arm, fingers intertwining with your own. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Rafe,” you whimper as he pins your hand above your head. His lips meet yours, kissing you passionately as he fucks you close.

Your nails scratch into his hair, making Rafe moan into your mouth. You dig your heels into the mattress, close not close enough as you meet his thrusts causing your skin to slap together.

He presses himself a little deeper making you wail. Rafe’s body trembles, hips hitching at the sound of your bliss fighting himself to maintain his slower pace.

“Feels so good, Rafe,” you cry.

“So, so good. Shit. I’m gonna be leaking out of you all night, sweetheart. That what you want?”

“Wanna feel you all night,” you sigh.

He chuckles darkly, his deep voice vibrates against your skin just below your ear. “My dirty fuckin’ girl.” Rafe grabs his pillow from beside your head, placing it underneath you, changing positions slightly.

He pumps into you, building up speed. Your body starts to tighten around him, your finish surely coming soon. He separates from you, gripping your hips, thrusting at a rapid pace.

“Fuck, Rafe,” you moan, fiercely.

“Are you close?”

“Yes,” you whine, making him smile.

“You’ll cum, princess, but not until I say you can,” he orders through jagged breaths.

“Oh, fuck!” You yell, loudly as he spits on your pussy, rubbing circles onto your sensitive bud. You grit your teeth, muscles strained as you hold back your pleasure. “I can’t take it-” You huff.

“You will,” he grunts. Your eyes slam shut as he brushes his fingers from side to side.

“Rafe, please!” You plead. He smiles, his hand moving quicker causing you to grip the sheets.

“Cum for me, princess,” he orders, and you let it all go.

“F-Fuck, Rafe,” you sob, feeling your release, thigh shaking, back arching. Your wetness leaks from your pussy as he continues to pound into you.

Rafe throws his hips, pulsing deep inside as he fills you completely, his cum bursting out the seams, wetting his bed below. He thrusts slowly, brows threaded tight, milking out his last bits of pleasure.

Rafe leans down kissing you softly. “That was amazing,” he whispers through his rapid breaths as you cup his sweat-sheened cheeks in your hands.

“Fuck. That was so good,” you gust, doing your best to catch your breath.

“Let me shut it off. Okay?”

You nod, nose brushing against his, kissing him gently as he draws out. “Forgot that was on,” you giggle as you enfold your naked body in sheets, watching as he saunters toward the camera.

“Me too, sweetheart. It’s perfect. This is fuckin’ perfect,” he hails, holding the little cassette between his fingers, carefully setting it back in the VHS. He walks away, running his fingers through his hair, his bubble-butt bouncing slightly with each step. 

“Where are you going?” You giggle.

“Cake,” he answers, merrily, turning around with it in hand, sucking some pink frosting off his finger. “Tastes like your pussy.” You roll your eyes and smile as you nestle into his pillow. “I’m serious. Better even.”

“Better!” You gasp, playfully, pulling yourself up as Rafe climbs on. He situates you between his legs, dragging you back, leading you to relax on his chest, yanking the covers over you once more.

“Comfy?” He kisses your temple as he holds you close.

“So comfy,” you sigh, blissfully. Rafe grabs the cake, resting it on your lap digging into the dessert, giving you the first bite, then him.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart.”

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Takes his coffee black. This was the first way he had ever tried coffee when he was an older teenager; all of the add ins he tried later just never gave him the same feeling. The bitterness of the drink is enough to shock his body into a reactive state. If you ever offer him coffee, he requests some milk in it.

He prefers to dress more formally when the situation calls for it. By this, if he is going to a meeting with his club team it means he will be wearing a suit. The elegance of fashion and the social status of what you wear is most definitely not lost on him. It is a noisy static in his mind until he wears something more classy.

When he is in the solace of his own home, his guilt pleasure is to stay in his pajamas as long as he can. He just got home from practice at 8am? He’s putting back on his fuzzy pants. He got back from his morning workout he does during off days? The thick socks he wore to sleep are coming back on once he showers. He just arrived home during lunch hour? His sleeping sweater was on him by the time you stepped foot in the door. He does value his comfortableness in more private settings.

He is both a dog and a cat person. His stoic nature draws sweet, stray felines towards him weekly whether he’s out in the streets of Germany or France. The way cats will purr so loud he can hear them when he’s standing tugs at his heart, though he never mentions it. (He would so let a cat just climb up him like a tree). Dogs don’t really come up to him the way cats do, yet when he sees one out and about he is always tempted to ask the dog’s owner if he could pet the animal.

He doesn’t much like bread. It was one of the few things he was able to eat somewhat frequently during his early childhood in the ghettos of France. That bread will always taste different than the bread he has available to him now to eat, but the feeling of dirty grit will never leave his mind.

He takes pride in his title of the world’s best striker. It gratifies him to look at his teammates and his opponents and think to himself, ‘I’m the best forward there is here.’ About them both alike. He is somewhat humble, though. It’s only when his title is being threatened or ignored does he feel the need to be a total force of dominance on the field.

Can be seen as a slightly sore winner sometimes. The success and privilege that comes with winning a popularity vote, a league game, etc fulfills a dead space in him. To know he has worked hard enough to be the best and he got what he trained to earn is a feeling he will chase forever. It changed his life, gave him a life worth living for. So he when you come up to him saying it was unneeded for him to point out to another soccer player that he has the title of worlds best striker and he is the favorite to win the upcoming finals game for their league in a couple weeks; a ghost of a smile graces his face as he squeezes your hand.

He didn’t quite realize he was perfectly ambidextrous until he tried shooting a soccer ball with his supposed non dominant foot and it was just as easy and smooth as his other foot. This was where he began to plan, to get motivated to use soccer as a way to better his life.

Because of the ambidextrous quality in both his legs and arms, he is able to learn ball control movements and tactics at a faster rate. He’s also able to write very well with both hands, however his right hand has neater handwriting. He uses his phone in his left hand.

Enjoys intelligent conversations. The bounce back and forth between him and another person about whatever topic. Doesn’t actually need to be a topic that is only for those of a higher intellect to understand, it can be anything you are passionate and knowledgeable about. How they are able to articulate their thoughts and understandings and show Noel through speech or body language. It is engaging and he wants to know all of what you think and feel at this moment. It will forever outweigh the basic question-answer format he can get accustomed to in interviews.

Like Marc Snuffy, he does view football as a job. He has to in a sense. In the early days of his career, he had to be diligent and desperate to stand up above the sea of other players. He had to work harder than everyone else on the field, he had to work faster than everyone else on the field, he had to need football more than everyone else. He tries to carry this drive with him even in the peak of his football career, he won’t allow them to shelve him- not yet.

Unlike Marc Snuffy, Noel doesn’t try to rope in his whole team to create a ‘work force’ per se. He makes sure everyone on his team that plays either with him or with his name brand is a competent, driven, and rational person on the field. They do go over play strategies he’s, but he is sometimes dissatisfied at the level of tenacity in Snuffy to have such rigid plays.

Is a silent cheerer. He doesn’t yell and he doesn’t stand up and pump his fists in the air. He’s quiet, waiting and watching. He’ll occasionally mumble praise or encouragement, but you won’t hear it unless you’re right next to him.

He goes to bed really early most days if he can. When he is alone, he sleeps like a dead man. No movement and no noise. Even when he has a nightmare, he’ll just jolt awake in the same position. When he started sleeping next to you, the pair of y’all would just begin to wake up entangled with each other. His arm wrapped around your waist, his feet holding your ankle. Your hand in his short, frosty hair and your chin on the top of his head. He moved quite a bit with you, always seeming to try to burrow into you in his sleep.

Has received numerous compliments on his eyes. He didn’t really understand why people were so entranced with them, especially when he paired it with his eyeliner until you. You loved them. You loved staring into them during bed time, gazing at them across the room. They were precious to you, so they gradually started to become precious to him as well. They aren’t his favorite feature on himself, but it brings you enough pleasure to look at them so he confidently thinks they are one of his top physical characteristics.

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This biscuit is just for you, mwah 😽

9.15.24

[cabotwife]

Could you do a smut dom dynamics dom!johanna and sub!reader with something involving that elevator scene?

thank you for your request! i'm truly sorry if this is poorly written, it's my first time writing smut

Dress

Johanna Mason x Fem!Reader

warnings: smut, poorly written smut at that, pwp basically ig bc i cannot write

word count: 1792

a/n: forgive me.

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as you ascend the final step to the seventh floor, a soft hum escaping your lips, you glance around at the familiar surroundings. the elevators were bustling with activity, so you chose the more solitary path of the numerous stairs. you've made this journey with one destination in mind: Johanna’s floor. you intend to spend some quality time with her, a quiet moment amidst the chaos of the day, of the entire idea of the upcoming games.

your attention is immediately drawn by the sound of her voice echoing down the hallway. a sense of excitement and anticipation wells up within you as you hurriedly pace towards the source. “Johanna?” you call out, your gaze settling on the tall figure standing in the hallway. to your surprise, she's completely naked.

she turns to look at you, a playful smirk playing on her lips. “hey, y/n, what brings you here?” she asks, her tone light and teasing. she begins strolling towards her room, and you fall into step behind her, struggling to keep your eyes averted from her exposed form.

“i...i just wanted to see you..” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper, your cheeks tingling with a blush.

“is that so?” she responds, her eyebrow arched in curiosity as she pivots on her heel, officially facing you while she steps backwards into her room.

your gaze inadvertently drops to the fullness of her breasts before you quickly force your eyes upwards, then away from the brunette entirely. your cheeks feel like they're on fire as you try your hardest not to stare.

“hey, look at me." Johanna reaches out to cup your jaw, gently turning your face towards hers. a confident grin appears on her lips as she takes in your flushed features. “you’re a little red, princess..” she teases, her thumb soothingly rubbing against your heated cheek.

ignoring the pounding in your chest, you manage to mumble out, “why are you naked?” your eyes are wide, innocence shining through.

her chuckle resonates in the quiet room, “why aren’t you?” she counters teasingly, a hand resting on your waist while the other traces the delicate strap of your silky green dress.

“god, Jo.." you whisper, a sharp intake of breath as she pulls you closer, your bodies now pressed against each other as you breathe in sync, your breaths mingling.

your eyes flicker down to her lips, but that fleeting glance is all it takes. the brunette takes this as an invitation, surging forward to push her lips onto yours.

you reciprocate without hesitation, your arms instinctively moving to loop around her neck, pulling her closer. the kiss is passionate, her lips soft and warm against yours. you part your lips slightly, allowing her to deepen the kiss.

you begin to pull away slowly, but she's not done with you yet. she chases after your lips, your bodies pressed together in a heated embrace. her hand begins to toy with the hem of your dress, tugging it higher with each passing moment. the taste of her breath is intoxicating, and you can feel the rhythmic thudding of your heartbeats merging into one.

“god." she breathes out, pulling back to look at you. “you’re so pretty, baby.” she mumbles, tugging your dress up further, revealing your white lace panties.

her hands glide over your waist, gripping it possessively before guiding you into a sitting position on her bed.

she drops down, positioning herself on her knees between the spread of your thighs, and in an almost teasing manner, prevents you from snapping them shut. her hands glide along the stretch of your skin, both gentle and firm, eliciting a soft, surprised exhale from you. your gaze is drawn downward, landing on the brunette girl averting her attention solely on you, comfortably kneeling between your oh-so-willingly open legs.

"so pretty.." she murmurs in a hushed whisper, her words barely audible. as if to punctuate her comment, she trails a series of kisses along the inside of your left thigh. each one is wet, hot, and tantalizingly close to where you yearn for her attention the most. “take your dress off, hm?” she maintains a steady, intense eye contact with you as she leans her cheek against your thigh, her warm breath lightly fanning against the fabric of your panties.

your cheeks flush a heated red as you heed her command, hastily pulling your dress up and over your head. she reaches out to take the discarded garment from your hands, tossing it carelessly away from the bed with a devilish smirk painted on her lips.

her eyes scan over your exposed body with a predatory gaze, her hands trailing up from your thighs, tracing the contours of your abdomen, before settling on your breasts. her hands hover over your full breasts, the anticipation causing an involuntary shiver to run down your spine, before she retracts them, returning her focus back to your thighs, pushing herself up slightly.

“Johanna..” your voice soft and pleading as she begins pressing sloppy, wet kisses to your lower abdomen.

“hm?” she hums in response, her voice muffled as she continues to mark your skin, making her way down to your panty line.

“please.” you whisper, your fingers finding their way into her neat, brown hair. she looks up at you, her eyes holding a glint of mischief as she sucks another hickey into the skin underneath the hem of your panties, her finger hooking into the waistband to begin to tug them down your thighs.

she arches an eyebrow in a silent question as your eyes meet, both blown wide in a shared lust and need for one another. “please what, sweet girl?” she asks in a low, teasing tone. by this point, your panties had been discarded, thrown to the same place she had tossed your dress.

“god- Johanna.. just, please.” you whimper, your hips arching upwards in a silent plea, your cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and desire.

the brunette tuts, pulling her face away from your body completely. you let out a near pitiful sound at the sudden loss of contact. “just tell me what you want, come on baby..” she grins up at you, her eyes never leaving yours.

“fuck me, please- i.. please fuck me, ‘anna,” you mumble, your hand tightening its grip in her hair in an attempt to guide her to where you needed hr, “need you..” you whisper, your eyes locked onto her smug smirk. and before you can even process your own words, she’s diving headfirst into your beyond soaked core.

you gasp, a jolt of pleasure causing your face to scrunch up.

Johanna’s lips suck harshly at your clit as she slowly prods a finger against your entrance. her mouth never leaves your sensitive bud as she pushes her digit in, quickly going from one finger to three.

you let out a deep, guttural moan, your body instinctively bucking your hips towards her face in a desperate search for more contact. she counteracts your movements, her strong hands pressing against your thighs to hold your squirming body in place. “feels so good,” you moan out, your fingers finding their way into her hair, tugging at it in a primal display of pleasure.

“yeah, baby?” she responds, her voice a low, sultry murmur against your clit, “god, you’re so wet for me.” her lips press a lingering kiss to your clit once more before beginning a slow, torturous journey up your body. she guides you to lay back on the bed, her body hovering over yours, a protective and dominating presence.

she takes her time as she reaches your breasts, her teeth nipping at the sensitive skin before her mouth descends on your nipple. her fingers continue their relentless rhythm inside of you, her palm taking over the duty of her tongue on your clit.

your hips instinctively find a rhythm with her thrusts, her eyes, dark and filled with lust, never leaving your face as she watches your reactions. your head falls back, a silent testament to the pleasure she’s causing you.

she increases the pressure of her palm against your clit, grinding it against you, her moans vibrating against your nipple as one of your hands leaves her hair, instead opting to grip at her back, trying to pull her closer to you.

a sharp gasp escapes you as she nips at your nipple, your nails unintentionally digging into the soft skin of her back, marking her as yours.

Johanna can’t help the smug smirk that graces her face when she feels your pussy begin to tighten around her fingers. “gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” she pants against your nipple before continuing her journey up your body, her lips finally meeting yours.

she captures your lips in a passionate kiss, her thrusts increasing in speed. your lips part in surprise as she kisses you, your moan swallowed by her mouth. your hips buck near wildly and your nails drag down her back.

“Jo,” you whimper into her mouth, “please, god, please…” the passionate blush on your face deepens as she showers you with sloppy kisses, her lips journeying from your mouth to your ear. she pants heavily against it, the sound sending shivers down your spine.

a loud, unrestrained cry escapes you as your orgasm crashes over you, your body convulsing under her. your back arches off the bed, your face scrunching up in an expression of pure bliss.

Johanna does everything in her power to prolong your climax, wanting to make it as pleasurable as possible for you. eventually, she slips her fingers from your still spasming pussy as she sits up, sliding off of you. she grins down at her fingers, soaked in your juices, and slowly takes them in her mouth.

a soft gasp escapes your lips as you watch her moan around her own fingers.

Johanna hums contentedly as she finishes, flopping herself backwards on the bed and pulling you towards her. the both of you lay there in silence for a few moments, just trying to catch your breath.

“you did so good for me,” she whispers, her fingers lightly tracing patterns up and down your spine.

a soft chuckle escapes you as you nuzzle your face into her chest, her arms wrapping around you in a comforting hold. “you did good too,” you hum, emphasizing your next words, “really good.” you look up to meet her gaze, her eyes soft as they gaze down at you, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

she lets out a soft laugh, her hand moving to press a tender kiss to your sweaty hairline, “go to sleep, baby, we've got a big day tomorrow,” she mumbles.

[libraryofolive]

the tattoo

featuring: Nanami Kento x fem!reader

genre: SMUT, pwp so 18+ MDNI

word count: 1.6k

warnings: Smut (obviously), established relationship, reader has tattoos, reader got a tramp stamp, afab reader, unprotected sex (dont do it peeps), creampie, orgasm denial, body worship

synopsis: You come home one day with a new tattoo, and challenge your partner, Kento Nanami, to find it.

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“I have a surprise for you, Kento!” You yelled as you walked through the front door of your shared apartment. You found your partner sat reading on the couch of your living room, tie and blazer long forgotten, the first few buttons of his shirt undone. His hair was slightly mussed after a long day’s work, and his mirrored glasses were on the coffee table in front of him.

“Oh?” He carefully picked up his bookmark and placed it between the pages he was reading before closing the book, placing it next to his discarded glasses. You had discovered early on just how much your boyfriend abhorred dog ear-ing his books, preferring to keep them in pristine condition. It was one of his little rituals, always using the same bookmark - a now worn leather one you had gifted him soon after discovering his habit. He stood up to greet you, pulling you into his arms and hugging you tightly. You melted into the embrace. It didn’t matter how many times you would come home to him wrapping his strong, welcoming arms around you, engulfing you in his scent, his warmth, in him, it always had your legs going weak.

“Yeah! I got a new tattoo today.” You pulled away from the hug, but not him. Your hands stayed holding his forearms, not wanting to let go of him just yet.

“Oh really? Another one? I think you might run out of skin soon, my love.” He joked.

“Mhmm, another one. I saw the design and just had to get it.” Kento’s hands found yours, stretching your arms out. He inspected them closely before turning them over and scrutinising the other side of them.

“It’s not on either of my arms, Ken.” You grinned.

“Not the arms, hm? Where then? Your legs?”

“Nope.”

“Your hips?”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Then where?” Your smile widened at his question.

“Maybe you should look for it.” You challenged. Kento tensed, his eyes darkening as a smirk slowly spread across his face.

“Is that a challenge?” His voice was lower as he spoke this time, and had a raspy quality to it.

“Maybe.” You whispered.

“You might regret that, honey.”

“I don’t think I will.” You felt your feet leave the floor, and before you knew it you were lying on your back on your couch, Kento towering over you.

“I’m to find your new tattoo, hmm?” He asked, his voice gentle yet his eyes stern.

“Y-yeah.” Your voice was breathy, eyes blown wide.

“Well, I can’t do that if I can’t see you, hm?” His calloused hands found their way under your shirt, caressing your stomach. You shook your head, unable to find the words to answer him. Torturously slowly, Kento’s hands reached higher and higher, your shirt lifting with them. As his hands worked themselves up your body, his lips followed, open mouth kisses being left in their wake. He brought your shirt over your head, throwing it to another area of the room you didn’t care to find out.

“Ken, please…” you whined.

“Please what, my love?” His lips moved to your neck, suckling at your sensitive spot.

“Kiss me, please.”

“I am kissing you, darling.” His attention turned back to your neck, making you gasp.

“A proper kiss, please Kento.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” He pressed his lips to yours, finally giving in to your request. His lips were soft against yours, yet so full of warmth and passion that you never wanted to stop kissing him. But all too soon he was pulling away, which had you chasing his lips with your own.

“Now, now, love. I can’t find that tattoo if I’m making out with you.”

“But, Ken…”

“I told you that you were going to regret challenging me.” He reached behind you, unclasping your bra and pulling it off. He reached up, cupping your breasts with his hands, lifting them up slightly. “Well it isn’t under here.” He muttered before rolling your now hard nipples between his fingers. You back arched, pushing your chest further into his grip. “Maybe…” his hands left your tits, trailing lower and lower until they were hovering just above where you wanted them, “it’s under these.” His clever hands undid your pants, grabbing the waistband and leisurely pulling them down. His lips once again trailed after his hands, tenderly kissing every tattoo - these ones he already had memorised from previous experience - that peppered your legs. The sight of your boyfriend worshipping you had you pressing your thighs together, desperate for some kind of friction. Aching for him to just touch you where you wanted - no, needed - him. Soon, yet not soon enough, you were left in just your panties, laid bare before your lover on your sofa.

“Hm, I don’t see it. So it must be under here.” His deft fingers made their way into your underwear, grazing your clit. The sudden feeling had you jolting, gasping in pleasure. “Oh, you like that, baby?” Kento whispered in your ear, his hot breath tickling your neck oh so deliciously. You nodded frantically, desperate for more. “Well that’s too bad, isn’t it? Because I’ve not found this new tattoo of yours yet.” He pulled your panties off you as he spoke, leaving you completely bare yet he remained fully clothed. Your mind screamed at the unfairness of it all, yet the throb of your cunt drowned out the complaints forming in your throat, transforming them into small mewls and whines as your boyfriend’s fingers returned to your sex.

“Ken!” You gasped as one of his long fingers entered you, being joined by a second after a few pumps of the first. He spread them inside you, stretching you out to prepare you for the cock hanging between his legs. His thumbed rubbed circles onto your clit, which had your hips griding down onto his hand. With the other, he pressed your hips down to prevent you from moving them.

“No moving, honey. Not until I finish your little challenge.” He added a third finger whilst simultaneously speeding up his thumb’s pace on your clit, making you let out a carnal moan. You felt your orgasm approaching, that electric coil in your belly winding itself up tighter and tighter, your peak building at a rapid pace.

“Ken, please, gonna, gonna-” You felt that coil go taught, about to snap, when Kento pulled his hands away sharply. “No!” You whined as the electricity that was supposed to make your whole body twitch sizzle away into nothingness.

“Nuh uh.” Kento tutted at you, “you can’t come until I find this tattoo. And no, you aren’t allowed to tell me where it is, or give me any hints.” He momentarily pulled off you, only to remove the clothing that still adorned his sculpted body. “You said it was a challenge, there’s no backing out now love.” He kissed your lips again, deeply, his tongue sliding into your mouth. You moaned into the kiss, throwing your arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to you.

The blonde man pulled away from you, resting his forehead on yours. “Kento… please…” You breathed.

“What do you want, baby?”

“Want you. Inside.” This made Kento groan, just the thought of your warm pussy sending any blood that wasn’t already gathering in his dick - which wasn’t a lot - straight there. He kissed the underside of your jaw as he started to sink his cock into you, the stretch burning you wonderfully, your back arching. It didn’t matter how many times he was inside of you, or how long his cock spent carving its imprint into you, it would always bring a pinprick of pain that only added to the pleasure you felt. “Move, plea- oh.” Kento, always so attuned to your needs, started moving before you could even finish your sentence. He thrusted into you, his dick reaching spots your past lovers could have only dreamed of. You reached down to toy with your clit, but Kento slapped your hand away.

“Oh no baby, no cumming, remember? Or has my dick got you too dumb to remember the little task you gave me?” It was all you could do to chant ‘please’ over again, praying that some higher being would intervene and show him where your new tattoo was.

Your prayers seemed to be answered when he pulled out of you and turned you over, pulling you onto your hands and knees. He knelt up behind you, living himself up with your entrance and sliding himself back inside you.

“And what’s this?” His hips faltered when he saw a new design inked onto the skin of your lower back. “My girl got herself a tramp stamp, hmm?” The sight almost had him cumming on the spot. God, you were so hot. He went feral, his thrusts both speeding up and getting harder. The new angle had him reaching even deeper - your eyes rolling into the back of your head and stars dancing around in your vision. Your arms shook, threatening to give out.

“Kento, can- can I- can I cum, please?” You gasped.

“Asking me for permission? Good girl.” The praise had your orgasm climbing even quicker, your cunt clenching around him. “Go on baby, cum for me. I’m right behind you.” At his words, pleasure flooded every crevice of your body. You collapsed forward, arms too weak to hold you up any longer. Seeing you writhe in pleasure had Kento’s orgasm wracking his body, his cum filling you with warmth. You felt it begin drip down your thighs as Kento manoeuvred your two bodies into a more comfortable position on your sofa - you resting on his lap, his arms around your waist and chin tucked into your neck.

“So… do you like it?” You giggled.

“Like it? Baby, I’m going to be having wet dreams about that tattoo for the rest of my life.”

[serpentface]

Ephenni man participating in a variant of the kagnoma wantouki folk dance. He has come prepared, wearing bell bracelets and belled and pheasant-feathered dancing shoes, and neglecting a tunic and cloak, allowing for the percussive slaps to his chest and stomach to be louder.

"Kagnoma wantouki" groups together a variety of closely related folk dances that occur across the Imperial Wardi cultural sphere, and beyond (the west + south rivers Hill Tribes, Cholemdinae, and Loberan North Wardi groups have also adopted and developed variants, and one western variant has spread to parts of Bur). The dance is performed differently from province to province (sometimes even from village to village) and goes by several more specific names, but it is distinguished as a collective from other folk dances by the commonalities of:

the dancers use their own bodies as a form of percussion, via clapping their hands, slapping their chests, upper arms, stomachs, thighs, and/or shins, and stomping their feet. The name of the dance itself refers to this.

the dance is otherwise dominated by rapid footwork (often emphasized with bells) and is accompanied by up-tempo music.

the dance can technically be performed strictly solo, with opportunities for partnering.

dancers provide some vocalization.

As a folk dance, it serves no direct religious function and is mostly performed by people with no formal training at social gatherings (this is a mainstay of weddings in particular, but occurs at everything from religious festivals to funerary feasts).

Drumming is the only strictly necessary form of musical accompaniment, but many variants/performances make use of tambourines and rattles. Use of a two-stringed bow instrument is common in the west and south. Chanting by the dancers and singing by a musical accompaniment and/or onlookers is a near-necessity, with a specific call and response form of song developing in tandem with this dance.

Costuming (if used at all) varies by region, but belled shoes decorated with feathers are common (for this and many other dances), and men who come prepared for the occasion usually go with a skirt and a nude upper body (baring more skin to make the slaps more percussive). It’s very common to see men fasten their cloaks around their hips and slip the upper half of the tunic off their arms and down to the belt when joining in opportunistically. Costuming for women requires less specificity and usually lacks the feathered shoes.

The dance can technically be considered unisex, but most variants show slight differentiation of choreography for men and women (in large part aligning to typical dress standards). The feminine variant involves active use of the skirt and less slapping, usually limiting it to claps of the hands, slapping the hand of a partner, and a specialized move during rapid percussive sessions in which the hem of the skirt is lifted by the non-dominant hand while the opposite leg is repeatedly kicked up and slapped on the shin in time to the music.

When dancing with a partner (which often occurs opportunistically among a group), both will face each other and attempt to move in time and punctuate the high-tempo sections with slaps of each other's hands. This dance has no particular connotations of courtship (while some other folk dances are at least Rooted in this and require man-woman dance partnerships with very strongly differentiated choreography). If anything, it's slightly more typical for people to partner up with a dancer of the same gender.

It's very common to see 'dance fights' develop between men in particular, especially when two higher-skilled dancers match up and attempt to outdo each other. This is a semi-formalized aspect of the dance, where the competitors will alternate between 'leading' for each section (punctuated by shifts in tempo and shouts) while the other attempts to match their movements as closely as possible, 'losing' the match if they can't keep up. A good quality fight in action will be deferred to by other dancers, who will circle around them and clap in time (while particularly canny accompanying musicians will improvise more complex rhythms, and singers call attention to it). These 'dance-fights' are almost always friendly in nature and often considered to be the highlight of a kagnoma wantouki, either as a showcase of the highest skilled dancers in a group or as a very, very entertaining spectacle when one or both are drunk.

[stellamarielu]

YOU’RE SO FREAKING TALENTED. I would die for more jealous Declan if you’re up for it!!! honestly everything you write is perfection. thank you for your services 🫡🫡💗

your wish is my command🤭 i may or may not be obsessed with jealous declan lmao i got way too excited by this request

content: nsfw themes, jealousy, teasing, him feeling you up under the dinner table with those big rough hands, oops!

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how about declan being forced to sit back and watch basil baddingham talk to you all evening.

he's charming you with that captivating smile of his, and the seductive quality of his voice and it's driving declan to the brink of insanity.

you're all gathered at rupert's house to discuss the plans for venturer's future over dinner, but you haven't found your seat at the table yet. instead you're being held hostage by the gorgeous argentinian man, listening to him drone on about the glass of pinot noir in your hand.

you were toying with the neckline of your dress as bas openly flirted with you, your fingertips ghosting over your collarbones in a subtly suggestive manner.

you were sure he was taking your body language to mean his words had a positive affect on you, however; you were only hoping to catch the eyes of the irishman across the room.

you knew declan's stare would be on your body as you let another man flirt with you.

and of course he was watching, his glare shooting daggers in your direction.

he was completely out of his mind; watching bas prey on you like some kind of wounded animal. his grip on the glass in his hand was so tense he thought it might shatter.

the worst part of it all was how you were playing along. he knew you were only doing it to help hide the secret affair taking place between the two of you, but he hated it all the same.

he wished he could interrupt your current conversation– he wanted to wrap his arms around your waist and place a chaste kiss on your neck in a display of dominance, but he couldn't. he wouldn't risk exposing your private relationship in front of everyone like that.

so instead, declan threw back the remaining drink in his glass and kept his hostile gaze on bas as if his eyes could shield you from the other man's advances.

when you were finally able to sneak away from the playful encounter, you made your way to the dining room table finding an open seat next to declan.

as soon as you were in your chair, his hand found your leg underneath the table.

declan's eyes remained on rupert who was busy explaining his idea for a studio location, but his fingers were busy tracing little patterns in the skin just below the hem of your dress.

you shot him a discreet glance. his attention didn't waiver from rupert’s words, but you caught a slight smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

this was payback you thought– for letting bas chat you up while you stood there innocently touching your chest and sweetly staring at him. declan was not one to sit back and let someone else take what he wanted for himself- that much you knew. so now he was going to make you regret even speaking to bas in the first place.

"yeah that's a great idea except i imagine the rent there is astronomical."

declan was chiming into the discussion, his accent deep and rich as he responded to rupert. meanwhile his hand was inching higher up your thigh.

you couldn’t even be bothered to listen to the conversation taking place in front of you anymore. you could only focus on the feeling of declan's hand as it slid underneath your dress. his warm touch finding the delicate skin of your inner thigh.

his hand was big, the feeling of his fingertips spread out over the surface area of your thigh made you want to press your legs together. you began to do just that when you felt his gentle touch on you turn into a firm grip.

he had a wide hold on you, grabbing your thigh so you couldn’t move and keeping your legs spread just slightly. then he was sliding his hand up further until he reached the lace underwear you were wearing beneath your dress.

you shot him another look of complete shock, you couldn’t believe he was touching you like this with so many people around.

he still didn’t acknowledge you, keeping his eyes fixed on the argument now taking place across the table between rupert and cameron. his hand kept roaming, but when he felt how utterly drenched the thin material of your panties were, he stopped.

his hand was frozen between your legs when you finally felt his gaze fall on you. he was looking in your direction wearing a smug little smile.

the rest of the table had erupted into several different arguments and conversations. everyone was too busy to care that you and declan were staring at each other, and they were definitely too busy to realize he had his hand up your dress.

"all this for me?" his voice was hushed.

declan's fingers were still feeling the wetness at your core, the only thing between him and the pool of arousal was the black lace covering you.

"or is it for him?"

declan's head motioned to the other side of the table where bas was now standing and making obscene gestures at rupert.

you shake your head from side to side, assuring declan that he was the reason for the ruined cloth he felt underneath his fingertips.

his proud smirk only grew at your wordless confession and the fact that he had you so messy just from a few simple touches.

"that's what I thought."

he was leaned in dangerously close to you as his words came out in a low whisper. you were in a trance, molding to his every word and melting under his touch– needing more.

but then the hand that was just playing between your legs was gone and the body that had been so close to yours was far away as declan leaned back in his chair. just as fast as his eyes were on you, they were now focused on a distant conversation somewhere at the opposite end of the table.

you were left clenching your thighs together in desperate need for some kind of friction and declan was paying you absolutely no attention. he was busy chuckling at something freddie was saying.

you could tell the smirk on his face had nothing to do with the conversation he was now apart of– no, he was smiling because he knew you were sitting next to him all needy and frustrated. grinning because he knew that was the last time you would ever shamelessly flirt with another man in front of him.

[sargeant-bxrnes]

ride

summary: [au] anakin finally bought that bike he wanted so badly, and invited you to try it for the first time with him. riding won’t be the only thing you’ll be doing on that bike.

content/warnings: modern!anakin, fast driving, bikes. | SMUT: dirty talk, praise, unprotected, messy & rough sex, sex on top of a bike, outdoor sex (no one is around)

wc: 2.4k

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You'd never been partial to motorcycles, they weren't easy to drive, not to mention dangerous, it was always more practical for you to stick to four-wheeled vehicles and you'd preferred it that way so far.

But when Anakin finally bought you that motorcycle he'd been saving up for... you understood the appeal. The motorcycle was sleek, painted a deep, jet black that seemed to absorb the surrounding light. The glossy finish gave it a mirror-like quality, reflecting the world around it. Chrome accents adorned its frame, catching the glint of streetlights and passing cars, the handlebars gleamed, polished to perfection— you didn't know much about bikes, but you knew it was pretty.

"So?" he asked with a little knowing smile, looking at your face to gauge your reaction. "what do you think of it?"

"It's really pretty," You said honestly to your boyfriend, admiring it from up close, your finger softly trailing over the chrome accents. "I get why you've been so obsessed with it."

"Aha! I knew you'd get it," He chuckled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips, pulling back slightly to whisper over them. "So... wanna take it for a ride?"

Your heart fluttered at the touch of his lips and the whispered invitation. "Yes, I'd love to,"

"Good thing I also bought two helmets then." He mused casually, as if he'd known all along that you'd agree to go for a ride, as he nods his head to the helmets hanging from the handlebars. "Ready?"

"Mhm." You walked closer to the bike, taking your helmet from handlebars and putting it on. "want me to sit in front of you or behind? You're the driver, baby, so however is more comfortable for you."

"Oh," he looked at the bike, quickly thinking about the logistics and the safest option. "I think I want you sitting behind me, you can cling to me that way and I can focus on the road"

Anakin walked closer and swung his leg over the motorcycle, straddling it, and then looked over his shoulder at you, as he placed the red helmet on his head. "C'mon princess, hop on."

You moved closer to the bike to get on it, it was a bit of a struggle since the bike was considerably taller on the back, but you managed to sit behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist, securely but not too tight.

Anakin smiled at the feeling, and gave your hand a soft squeeze before moving his hands to the bike, starting it up with a roar. He took his time adjusting everything until he felt comfortable with it, slowly driving out of the parking lot.

"You okay back there?" he asked over his shoulder as he drove down the empty street, taking in the feel of freedom that only comes from riding a motorcycle.

"Yeah, you're pretty comfy." You replied humorously over the hum of the bike, leaning your head against his shoulder.

Anakin chuckled, the vibration of it traveling through his body and into yours. "I'm glad to hear that," he mutters before glancing in the rearview mirror at you, a smile tugging at his lips.

You looked around as he kept driving at a good speed, soon the city was left behind as he took a route to the outskirts of the city, where it mixed with the beautiful forest surrounding, you held on tight to him from behind, admittedly it felt real nice to have his body pressed against yours, the wind on your face and the soft vibrations of the bike underneath.

Anakin smiled at the sight of you enjoying yourself, and removed one of his hands from the handlebars, he carefully placed it on your thigh next to him and squeezed softly, letting his hand slide higher.

"What do you think?" he asked casually, raising his voice so you could hear him.

"It's amazing," You admitted over the road noise, your hands firmly planted on his abs. "you're a really good rider."

His heart swelled with pride at your words, turning his head slightly to kiss you, it was a risk, sure, but he couldn't help himself.

"Thank you," he murmured, grinning from ear to ear as he felt his cock beginning to twitch in his pants, it could've been the feeling of your closeness or the vibration of the bike, he wasn't sure. "I try my best."

You enjoyed the ride, but admittedly, you too were getting slightly horny. The bike was vibrating and humming under you, sending vibrations up all the right places, and every bump on the road had your heart skipping a beat, your breasts were firmly pressed against his strong back, not to mention his hand kept caressing your thigh softly. — Still, you remained silent about it, not wanting to distract him.

Anakin felt your body growing hotter behind him, the growing heat between your legs, his cock throbbed harder in response. He knew exactly what you were feeling as he leant back, pressing his back against you.

He felt so good, you unconsciously ground against him as the bike went over a speed bump, making your body slide closer to his.

Anakin groaned softly, his eyes narrowing for a moment as he tried to focus on the road ahead. He knew he should focus on driving, but with you pressed against him like this... it was hard not to give in.

Realizing what you were doing, you pulled back to not invade his personal space, just as the bike went over another speed bump, this one hit just right, the perfect vibration and friction against your clothed pussy, you managed to bite back the moan, barely.

He moved his eyes to the mirror to glance at you, seeing the struggle it takes for you not to moan out loud, it only made his cock throb harder inside his pants. That's it.

"Baby," he calls out to you over the constant hum of the bike, his voice roughened by lust— without another word, he took a sharp turn into a secluded area at the side of the road, surrounded by bushes and pretty trees, before stopping the bike and turning off the engine. "I need you."

You don't even question what he was doing, you know, you stood up from the bike and got down, assuming you two would do it against a tree, but...

Anakin quickly unfastened his helmet before setting it down on the bike's handlebars, he kicked the foot stand so the bike would still. He then turned back to you with a hungry look in his eyes.

"Right here," he murmurs, wrapping one arm around your waist and pulling you close against him as he reached for your chin with the other hand to tilt your head up towards him. "let me have you here, yeah?"

You bit your lip, both from arousal and nervousness. "How are we... gonna have sex on the bike though?"

He chuckled softly, his warm breath fanning across your lips as he answer. "Ride me." he murmured, leaning in to press your lips to his.

The kiss was deep and passionate, tongues danced against each other as they explored the taste of one another's lips. It was a needy, hungry kind of kiss that leaves both panting for more.

Following his request, you moved over to straddle Anakin, as he straddled the bike. Was it risky? Maybe. Yeah.

Automatically, his hands moved to your hips to keep you steady on top of him. He could feel right off the bat how wet were for him and it only fuelled his desire.

"Fuck," he rasped out, leaning forward slightly to brush his lips against yours once more before capturing them in another searing kiss, he was clearly as desperate as you were. His hands slid up your body, unbuttoning your shirt and unclasping your bra, blindly cupping your breasts in his palms.

His mouth left yours to trail hot kisses down your jawline and across your neck before reaching your breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth, he twirled his tongue around the hardened bud, grazing slightly with his teeth before sucking on it gently, and then moved his mouth to the other breast to give it the same treatment.

"God," he groaned against your skin, letting go of you momentarily to run his hand over the length of his cock through his pants. The rough fabric scraping against his swollen head is almost unbearable for him. "I need you so fucking bad."

"I need you too," You admitted, filled with need and a noticeable lack of hesitation, you rolled your skirt up, bunching it up over your hips, exposing your wet panties, making sure to not move too much so the motorcycle wouldn't tumble, your thighs were over his, but his pants, boxers and your panties were still in the way.

Anakin tore his eyes away from your body, taking a moment to compose himself before looking at you again. He reached down between the two of you and grasped onto his cock through his pants, he couldn't take it anymore. With one swift motion, he unbuttoned his pants and undid the zipper, pulling his cock free, letting it spring up, the cool air making him gasp slightly. — he was harder than ever, his tip red and swollen, leaking precum already.

You whimpered in empathy at the sight, your mouth watered, but to be fair, you were too damn horny to just suck him off, so you rose your hips, hovering above him as he still straddled the bike, making it easier for him to have access.

Anakin's cock visibly twitched as you positioned yourself over him, the friction of your bodies together almost unbearable. He reached up to cup one of your breasts again while he used his other hand to guide himself towards your wet heat.

"Please," he begged softly against your skin, his fingers lightly teasing a hardened nipple as his cockhead pressed insistently against your wet panties. "I need this."

You rocked your hips, rubbing your pussy against his cockhead through your panties as you nod in consent. "Y-yeah, please."

Anakin took that as his cue, using one hand to slide down your body until he was holding onto your hips. He leant forward slightly and reached between the two of you again, taking hold of your flimsy panties in his fist before giving them a sharp tug, they come off with a soft ripping sound, exposing your wet pussy, his cockhead was now fully nestled between your wet pussy lips, it felt so damn good, and it looked even better.

The mere friction and the sight of his cock rubbing against your pussy made you moan slightly, you lifted your hips more, so he could guide and slide his cock inside you.

Anakin's breath hitched as he guided the head of his cock against your entrance, sliding it up and down your slit to gather some wetness before pressing forward slowly, feeling the tight heat enveloping him, he kept his eyes on the scene, observing your pussy slowly stretching around his cock. "Fuck, that's it, just like that."

You moaned softly again, both due to the feeling and the praise, as you felt every inch of his cock as he slid in. One of your hands held on to him, and to the bike with the other.

Once fully sheathed inside you, and after giving you some seconds to adjust, he braced his arms on either side of you as he started thrusting slowly into your wet pussy. The sensation indescribable, and he knew it was only going to get better.

"God, you're tight baby," he groaned out loud, tilting his head back with a shudder that ran through him at the sheer pleasure. He picked up the pace, driving deeper inside of you with each powerful stroke, his hips slamming against yours in time with rhythm.

"Just like that Ani, right there." You moaned in response against his neck as he kept fucking into you, your thighs still firm against his, the motorcycle was incredibly firm under both, rocking a bit but nothing dangerous.

Anakin moaned low in his throat, feeling you milking the head of his cock with each downstroke. He began thrusting harder and faster now, lost to the sensation of having you wrapped around him so tightly.

"That's it, baby, that's it, you're taking me so, so good." he praised against your skin as he took firmer hold of your hips, moving you up and down on his cock in a satisfying rhythm for both.

"B-baby it feels so good-"

Anakin groaned out loud, his hands gripped your hips tightly as he began pounding into you harder still. He could feel himself getting close already, the familiar pressure building in his balls and behind his cock.

"I know it does," he coos back at you, nipping lightly at your earlobe before dragging his teeth down to nip softly on your neck.

As soon as one of Anakin's hands slid between your bodies to rub your clit, you were a goner, feeling your orgasm getting closer and closer, your pussy clenched rhythmically around his cock.

Anakin felt you going tense around him, the knowledge that you were close enough to orgasm sent his own desire skyrocketing. He started thrusting harder into your tight heat as he continued rubbing your clit in tight circles.

"Cum for me, c'mon pretty girl, cum for me," he incited against your skin, nipping lightly at your neck before soothing it with a soft kiss. The combination of his rough love and gentle affection pushed you over the edge as you finally gave in to the pleasure coursing through you.

The sudden tightening of your pussy sent him over the edge as well. He groaned loudly into your neck as he came inside of you, his hot seed filling you up with every pulse. "Fuck," he whispered roughly against your skin, holding onto you tightly as he tried to catch his breath. "I love you."

You let out a breathless chuckle, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend in a hug, feeling his cock twitch inside your pussy due to the after orgasm. "I love you too."

Anakin returned the hug tightly, feeling your warmth envelop him. He leant his forehead against yours as he tried to catch his breath, still trembling slightly from the intensity of the sex.

"God," he whispered softly into your hair before pressing a gentle kiss there. "that was... fucking incredible."

"It really was." You agree, whimpering as you slid his soft cock out of your pussy with a soft pop, a bit of his cum dripping out. "we should probably head back home before we get caught, though."

"You're right," he whispered back as he nodded in amusement, reaching down to wipe off any remaining cum on your legs, pushing it back inside with his fingers, earning another moan from you. "Let's head home."

[bones4thecats]

can do resquest, Tmnt 2012 Usagi x Rabbit reader, who treats Kintaro as his own son

┗ New Mama; 2012! Usagi M. × F! S/O��┛

Characters: Usagi Miyamoto (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2012) A/N: This was slightly difficult to do at first, but after going back and rewatching the episode with him and Kintaro, I was able to do this better. I really need to rewatch these shows, I swear. Anyways, have fun reading and thanks for the request, @zinnia1506! Always great hearing from you here! ⇘ Summary: When you and Usagi took the young prophesied-one, Kintaro, under your wings, you were both shocked with how much of an influence you took over the pug.

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🐇 Kintaro and Usagi have a fairly complicated dynamic, which is shown in their debut episode. But, when it came to you, it was far more simplistic. Kintaro adored you with all his heart.

🐇 When the turtle brothers arrived due to the intervention of Jei, the little pug held onto you from behind, silently glaring at the older boys. You just smiled as he did so, acting as if you were something only he and -sometimes Usagi- could take up the time of.

🐇 The boys quickly picked up on your relationship with the two males you traveled with. Whenever you were to go down for the night, you would lay down in front of Usagi, laying back on his chest with his arms around your waist in a protective manner. Meanwhile, you'd have Kintaro doing the same to you, except he was balled up with his face dug into your stomach.

🐇 Usagi finds it adorable how you treat the young boy like your own son. Yes, he may be spoiled and does act like a complete brat sometimes, but, whenever you see him treating someone with any disrespect, you lightly pat his head and tell him what he did wrong and what he must to to atone for such an action.

"What kind of soup is this? Grass-filled? Bring me something better! Something of higher-quality!"

"Kintaro. Be thankful you even have something to eat. Apologize to this woman immediately. After all, what kind of all-powerful being just insults their people?"

"Sorry, Miss."

"Good boy. Now, finish your soup."

"Yes, Mother."

🐇 Usagi watched with a smile as the brothers all looked at one another in shock. You acted so much like how their father would. That was how they realized how much of a presence you had over the little boy.

🐇 Now, whenever you end up having to fight because of Jei or something else happening, Usagi make sure you are prepared to protect not only yourself, but Kintaro as well. Thankfully, you just pull out your sword and yell for Kintaro to stay beside you at all times, no matter what.

🐇 He always does what he says, and Usagi doesn't blame him there. You may be a rabbit like him, and you may be weaker than him, but your anger is not something that Usagi likes to disturb, or even see disturbed.

🐇 When Raphael began to mess with your ears and slightly mock you, you just glared, grabbed his arm, twisted it, and threw him onto the ground, asking if you were just a weak bunny.

"That's my Mother, losers!"

"Kintaro. Watch the wording."

"Yes, Mother. Sorry."

[sundew199]

Breakfast Pt.2

a/n: continuation of breakfast, cross posted from AO3 really felt the need to post more nastiness. This is probably the horniest thing I’ve written so far and lowkey wrote this and part one drunk LMFAO enjoy!!

tags: f!reader x Reiner, smut, face sitting, riding, choking, hair pulling, rough sex, mild dacryphilia

minors dni :)

Keeping your legs locked around his midsection, you humorously kept yourself tethered to his stocky build when he tried to lay you down on the bed. In the end, Reiner fell with you, trapping you with his bare chest. His lips descended onto yours, slow and easy with no hurry to rush this along. Pleasant sighs and hums were lost in his mouth and yours, moving your lips with his in such an unrushed manner compared to how eager and needy you were for him. 

His head dipped away from your mouth, gliding along your jawline with plush swollen lips. Letting your head fall back to give him the canvas he desired to explore, your hands wound their way around the nape of his neck and hair. Even coming straight from the kitchen to continue what you’d started, the lingering sleepiness made it all the more elevating. His hands, though rough and slightly calloused, felt like silk slipping past the fabric of the shirt you wore to trace the curves of your sides. 

This man could bring you to your knees with the featherlight touch of his lips on your flesh, and so many times he had. Reiner gave and gave but was always so hesitant to receive, even at your insistence. Catching him off guard and proceeding without caution was how you returned the favors, exactly how you did a few short minutes ago. The man above you deserved to receive for once, not negotiate with you and try to get out of it. It was one of his good qualities, one of the many reasons you were in love with him but damn, he made it a challenge at times. 

With his mouth occupied at your throat and his hands sliding down to the waistline of your panties, you gripped his wrist to stop him. Reiner looked up at you with a puzzled look, stopping for a moment to see what you were trying to do. 

“Lay down for me.” 

His face lifted entirely from your neck to hover over yours, eyebrow comically raised. 

“But I thought?” 

“Just lay down.” Running your hand over his jaw and pecking his lips. 

Following the instructions with hesitancy, you climbed over his lap to straddle him, pressing your knees into his hips to lock him in place. Slowly, you moved his arms away from your sides and wordlessly instructed him to tuck them behind his head. Long open mouth kisses landed on his chest, moving up to run your lips over his collarbone. Reiner exhaled, relaxing to your touch and letting the plush mattress sink in around him. His skin tastes salty on your tongue, remnants of sweat from getting so worked up in the kitchen not too long ago. Nimble hands graced over his ribs, running up higher on his side and eventually landing between his neck and shoulders. Your mouth had moved to his jawline and chin, gently nipping and sucking and shuttering at the small gasps and whines leaving his lips. 

“How can I make you feel good?” 

Reiner scoffed, acting as if the answer were extremely obvious. “Anything you do makes me feel good.” 

Groaning, you rolled your hips down harshly on his crotch, watching his eyes shoot open and his top teeth clamp down on his bottom lip. He was half hard, working himself up again and on such short notice too. Normally it’d be a treat to pull more than one orgasm out of him and it was thrilling to know you could possibly get more with how recent his first one was. 

“Specifics.” Grazing your fingertips over the short prickly hairs on his chin, pulling his bottom lip down with your thumb. 

“I really want to eat you out.” 

“This is supposed to be about you, about returning a favor.” 

“But you said you wouldn’t stop me if I wanted to return the favor. Please let me just-” 

Your index finger came to press between his lips, silencing his protests. “I know what I said, but I want to take care of you, make you feel good.” 

Reiner pouted childishly, adjusting beneath you purposely to try and get you to sway your decision. There was an opportunity to be selfish and let him bury his face between your legs, but how many times have you been selfish with him in the past? It never felt fair in your eyes and for once you just wanted him to go along with your plan. 

“Take care of me by sitting on my face.” 

Of course he’d pull that kind of reasoning on you, persuasion in the most devious form. But he has come untouched before and really that’s all you wanted him to do, so maybe he was onto something. 

“Will that really make you feel food?” Dropping your tone to low and seductive, moving your hips off his lap and arching against him. Sneakily your hands worked on pulling the waistline of your panties down, kicking them off and returning to lavishing the skin of his neck. The moment your lips pressed down on the ridge lines of his neck, the beginnings of his response died on his tongue, shakily exhaling. 

“Yes.” 

He sounded so desperate and needy, like servicing you was actually servicing him. For now you’d let him have his way, but after it was all about him. Slotting your lips into his, you felt his hands move out from behind his head, placing a palm on his inner bicep to keep them in place. Reiner caught on and tucked his arms back, adjusting his hips again to rub along your bare cunt. A small moan slipped out feeling how stiff he was beneath the fabric, thoughts of abandoning his request and just riding him till he came were sounding so enticing. 

Pulling away, you teased him by lifting the hem of the shirt you wore, which so happened to be his, giving him a glance at the smooth plane of your stomach. A breathy groan and a small twitch of his hips were all signs of how close he was about to take back the control he was giving up to you. Just as eager as him, you scooted further up his body, knees settled on each side of his head, and his honeyed eyes bored into yours. 

Slowly, and quite literally as slow as possible, you lowered onto his face and felt his nose bump into your clit for a brief second, making you jolt. Reiner hummed into the glistening flesh of your cunt, moving his tongue along its entirety with practiced precision. His heavy lids flitted up to look at you and catch a reaction, moving from using his tongue and sucking on the flesh instead. 

Your breathing was heavy when you met his eyes, holding the bunched up end of your shirt to your chest so you could watch. Obscene and lewd smacking from his mouth made you quiver, Reiner was drawing this out on purpose. There weren't many complaints for his desire to extend the service, but it was side-tracking you from the whole purpose of making it back to the bedroom. His head moved lower down, creating space between your sopping wet pussy and his mouth. An evil smirk formed on his glistening lips, darting his tongue out to trace along your folds and circle around your clit slowly. 

A gasp came as a response, shuttering out a moan and keeping your eyes fixed on the sight. He played with you like you were a toy, chuckling and keeping the smirk on his lips with his tongue pushing your clit forward with heavy flicks. How he was doing this with no hands was a wonder, usually using his overly large hands to his advantage. 

“Jesus fuck.” Saying on a quiet breath, unable to unlock your eyes from the almost pornographic sight down below. 

Reiner chuckled louder, moved back up and latched onto your clit. Harsh sucks was what pulled a less that restrained cry from your throat, head thrown back and your free hands buried into the thick blonde locks. Teeth nipped at the bud, using the hundreds of nerves to his advantage to get you to break further. The movements were still unhurried, languidly giving your clit attention and occasionally (and somehow) prodding the tip of his tongue into your entrance. His face was smeared with slick, dancing in a shine when the sun would hit it just right. 

Everything was foggy, your mind and vision struggling to process in real time how erotic the sensation was of his slow tracing tongue, mapping out the sensitive flesh between your legs. A deft kiss on your clit brought out the most physical reaction, nearly losing all balance above him from how light his lips felt. Seeing you unravel above him and struggle to maintain the cool and collected mask was annoying and yet arousing from how hard his cock was pulsing behind the fabric of his sweats. Reiner whined softly as the urge to palm and rub the throbbing muscle was thwarted with your silent instructions to keep his hands behind his head. 

He was making it all the more obvious how close he was from just eating you out, moans turning pitchy as he buried his mouth back between your legs, working his jaw to mimic the motions of chewing. Short sporadic pants were getting shorter as his tongue flattened to separate your folds and get in between, not letting a drop go to waste of your addicting arousal. 

“Fuck, oh fuck.” Words trembling as you spoke, using the grip you had on his hair to pull him closer, smash his mouth into your cunt harder. You weren’t supposed to be this close, not yet at least. But with the way Reiner used his entire mouth to devour you made it nearly impossible to stave off your orgasm. 

A whimper was nearly lost in his ministrations, noticing the rutting of his hips and the air and the darkened spot on his sweats. From the looks of it he was closer to coming undone, all you needed to do was seal the deal. 

“God you’re so good at this, fuck Reiner.” 

Golden lust heavy eyes shot up to meet you, a momentary pause from him at the sound of praise leaving your lips. Teeth grasped onto your clit, then soothing the sting with a gentle swirl from the tip of his tongue, running the blood in your veins hot and molten. Sweat clung to the back of your neck, making the shorter strands of hair stick there like glue. If he kept this up you may be too hot to the touch when he is finished with you. 

Carefully leaning back to not pull away from his mouth, you balanced by placing one hand on his thigh and using the other that held your shirt up to palm his erection. A full body jolt from him and a moan like whimper vibrated from between your legs, slowly down immensely and taking in the feel of your deft palm moving up and down. 

“So hard, and all from eating me out?” 

You could see his head bob in agreement, faintly glimpsing at his pinched brows creasing lines in his forehead. Only down there to tease him and not get him off all the way, you straightened back up almost completely sitting down on his face. Reiner hummed appreciatively and shoved his tongue all the way inside of you. Another shutter washed over you, rocking your hips down onto his face and riding slowly to match the movement of his tongue. Surprisingly he hadn’t moved his arms once, letting you use him however you wanted and as soon as you allowed yourself to come, Reiner would truly understand what it felt like to receive. 

Gliding up and down created the perfect amount of friction, and even allowed you to indulge in your secret pleasure of nudging and bumping into the tip of his nose with your clit. It was a lot harder to feel the strong nose on your cunt when you sat on his face, best felt when he was holding your thighs apart and moving his head a bit more freely. Nonetheless, you were panting and moaning above him, watching how he drank you in like it was the cure to dehydration. 

Reiner looked so relaxed and tense all at once, barely feeling your hand on his cock over his sweats and yet eating you out would be enough to sate him for the rest of the day. You were close, tightening your vice grip on his hair and riding his face like your life depended on it. When Reiner latched onto your clit with a purposeful hum, that’s when you came. Moaning and crying out his name and throwing your head back at the waves and waves of euphoria coursing throughout your body. 

It took you a minute to regain your bearings, when you did that’s when Reiner caught the devious and promising look, still catching his own breath to say anything. And he wouldn’t be able to with how quickly your lips met once more, tasting your arousal on his tongue and using your own to gather the remnants. He craned his neck to meet you, arching his body to yours to feel the heated skin on his. Every part of you was addicting, Reiner couldn’t get enough even if he tried. 

Slithering down his body until you were sitting on your knees between his legs, Reiner huffed knowing more teasing was to follow. He hoped secretly it wouldn’t last as long as it did in the kitchen, eager to feel your mouth once more or better sink himself deep inside you. Yeah that’s what he wanted, wanted to suffocate his cock in the tight plush walls of your cunt, struggle to hold back his orgasm so he would feel you around him longer. 

Grasping the waistband of his sweats and yanking them off, his cock bounced back onto his toned abdomen, too heavy to stand upright. You’d worked him up to a near orgasm with the tease while seated on top of his face, and one little touch could set the fuse off to blow. Wrapping your hand around the base, Reiner broke from the touch and moved his hands out from behind his head to grip your wrist and palm your shoulder. 

“Take this off.” 

The calluses on his fingers and hands snagged the fabric of the shirt, nearly tearing the threads from how purposeful he moved his hand side to side on your shoulder. Doing as he pleased the shirt was tossed to the other side of the room, standing up on your knees and allowing him to see you bare. A sharp intake of breath from him was enough to know you’d better act fast, patience wearing extremely thin by this point. 

Swinging your legs on either side of his hips, you bent down until you were pressed to his body. Sweat transferred onto your skin as you ran a hand through the side of his hair. 

“You’re driving me crazy. How is this taking care of me if you’re just teasing me baby?” 

The soft words into the air had heat creeping up into your cheeks, his lips brushing along yours in a gentle manner. You were teasing him, but there was so much more you could do that became more and more tempting as time ticked on. 

“Well, doesn’t it always feel better when I tease you a bit?” Countering back sweetly, rotating your hips until the tip of his cock pressed against your entrance. 

Reiner groaned, gripped your arm tight enough to leave indents but not enough to hurt. His legs shuffled behind you, an attempt to maybe move himself enough to push inside you. Though you were at the advantage, arching your back just enough to prevent the potential move. 

“Yeah but, I need you so badly.” 

Nodding slowly and moving back just enough to push the tiniest bit of his cock inside you, causing Reiner to audibly whimper from the feel. 

“You do? What way do you need me?” 

Reiner huffed, subtly moving his hand away from your arm to glide down your side and land on your hip, using the other to tangle in the back of your hair. His eyes said it all, conveying his need to bury himself deep inside you and fuck you till you couldn’t walk the next day. You’d let him do all of that, but you wanted to control for a bit longer, really make him appreciate the favor you were returning. 

“Don’t do this, not now. Please angel.” 

“I need clarification, Rei. Do you need me to suck your cock-” 

“Fuck! Please just ride my cock, fuck yourself on it I don’t care, but I need you. I need to fucking feel you around me god dammit.” 

The corners of your mouth lifted into a smug grin, exhaling and propping yourself up with a palm of his chest. He looked relieved, taking the hand out of your hair and placing it on the other hip, stroking the bone endearingly. Since he asked so nicely who were you to deny what the man below wanted. 

With both hands planted firmly on his chest, you sink down slowly to memorize the thick member stretching you out and making its presence known. Reiner’s head was thrown back to the pillows, fingertips indenting into the skin on your hip promising to bruise with the amount of strength being used on his end. It took a moment for you to bottom out completely, adjusting till you were comfortable and not so out of breath for taking on such a monster. Reiner was above average, not enough to make it painful but enough for you to need a few seconds prior to moving. 

Crawling back over his chest and grasping the side of his face, you locked him in a deep passionate kiss while languidly moving your hips up and down. His own hands held the sides of your face as well, mussing into the side of your hair with how sloppy he kept his hold. None of that mattered, not when it was nearly impossible to differentiate which sounds were coming from who. You knew for sure moans and gasps were getting lost behind his lips, and they seemed to carry over whatever delicious sounds were leaving Reiner. Quieting yourself, a small shiver ran up your spine at how hoarse and gruff his moans and whines were, conveying just how much he actually needed you.  

Breaking the kiss, you sat upright with your hands over his on your hips. Instead of bouncing, you settled for rocking forward with his cock all the way inside of you, grazing along the plushy muscle deep inside your pussy that made you jolt and cry out. 

Despite Reiner being so needy, he was focused on how each of your movements felt, opting for a harsh inhale of air or a throaty groan. His entire body flexed and tensed at each rock, the ridged and defined lines of his muscles looking practically edible. It was a wonder he hadn’t cum yet with how hard and pulsing he was when he ate you out, clearly enjoying the tight embrace of your walls to let this end too soon. 

In a sudden move, you grasped both of his wrists and pinned them above his head. Reiner’s eyes were wide and curious, trying to decipher what you could possibly be pulling next. With his hands out of the way, you began to bounce on his cock, a steady rhythm of up and down motions. His breath was hot on your face, unable to keep up with the sudden change but soaking it in either way. 

“Does it feel good?” 

Such a simple and boring question to ask, knowing there were so many other things to say in a moment like this, except Reiner had a way with his words even when his mind was hazed over in lust. 

“Yeah, feels really fucking good. Tight, wet, what more can a man ask for.” Breathing out hotly and flickering his eyes from yours down to the small area where your bodies didn’t meet to watch his cock disappear then reappear. 

Your hands kept his arms pinned above his head, dipping your head down to let out a small breathless laugh at his response. Using your knees to press tightly to his hips, the pace increased enough to have him arching beneath you, putting up a fake struggle against your grasp on his wrists. He could’ve very easily broken free, but the ego boost and confidence it gave you while on top of him was worth it. When he’d let you take the lead like this your actions grew bolder and bolder and Reiner loved it. 

“Best pussy I’ve fucked, made for me with how tight you are around me right now.” 

Now he was getting cocky, a smoulder painted into his fucked out expression. There were a few ways to respond to such a compliment and you were going the route that would get the most out of him. 

Slowing down and dragging your walls along his cock, Reiner let out a stifled groan while again trying to figure out what you were doing now. Admittedly you liked messing with him during sex, kept things alive and not as if the two of you were going through the motions, allowed the thrill to remain even after all this time together. 

“Mhm I could’ve told you that.” speaking with a sultry lilt to your tone, touching the tip of your nose to his. Using your knees still firmly pressed to his hips, you continued to drag your soaked cunt up and down on his cock in a teasing manner, keeping him on his toes and not allowing him to think he would be close to coming. 

“I know, no one compares to you. Love stuffing you full of my cum, watching and feeling it leak it out, it's like a drug.” 

A tremor ran through you, imagining the feel of his warm release painting the inside of you and then smearing all along your inner thighs. It was a feel that was unmatched, even the look on his face and how possessive he got what something you oddly treasured. Reiner was yours and you were his, nothing would change that even if things took a sour turn in the blissful relationship the two of you shared. 

Taking a bit of control back into his hands, Reiner thrusted his hips to slam his dick deep inside of you, further proving his point of how much he loved fucking you. Your hand around his wrists wavered, loosening as you took a moment to come back from the harsh thrust. He took advantage of this, freeing one hand and using it to slam you all the way back down on his hips. Crying out from the abrupt movement and keeping your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, Reiner groaned as he moved your hips up and down for you. 

"I don’t give a fuck about my pleasure and I appreciate you wanting to give me that, but I just want you to cum around my cock while I fuck you stupid.” 

Reiner didn’t even give you time to process his words before you were flipped over onto your stomach, rough hands hoisting your hips up into the air, creating a pretty arch. His hands palmed your ass cheeks, spreading them apart and giving each a firm squeeze and light slap. His cock hung between your legs while he kneaded the plump flesh of your ass, groaning pleasingly and sighing at the sight before him. 

“Getting to fuck you is the best way to return a favor doll, best way to take care of me.” 

Your head began to lift off of the bed just when he plunged inside of you in one swift thrust, holding you by the hips and keeping you flush to his own. Broken gasps and other incoherent noises mingled in with his heavy breathing, giving both you and him a moment to readjust. 

Not even last a full minute he was already pulling back out and pushing back in at a rapid speed, skin slapping on skin with each piston of his hips. Reiner was knocking the air out of you with how hard he slammed into you each time, unable to properly moan or show just how much you were enjoying this, leaving your mouth hanging. 

Propped up on your elbows to help counter the full force of his slams that all came to an end when a  firm hand pressed down on the center of your back to form that arch he had you in before. He groaned at the sight, dug his fingers into your hips and pulled you back harder and harder. Soreness already was creeping into your body, specifically your legs, hips and pussy. God you would be so sore later and even tomorrow, but it was a small sacrifice to pay for such a good fucking you were receiving at the moment. His cock was doing more than just stretching you out, going even farther to make it impossible for any other man to satisfy you. Not that you ever thought you’d be with anyone else but Reiner, it was the thought that counts. 

“So fuckin’ pretty angel, bendin’ over like this for me, fuck.” Reiner slurred, drunk on the tightening walls of your cunt around his cock and how long he’d been holding out on his orgasm. Though he couldn’t find it in him to complain with how painfully hard you’d gotten him leading up to this, hell this was feeling ten times better than it had before. 

“Reiner- har-harder-” 

Finding your words that still came out as a choked pleasure filled sob, clenching the sheets below you and pressing your forehead into the mattress. A hand tangled into the back of your hair, pulling you back until heavy breathing echoed in your ears. 

“Harder? Is that what you asked for?” 

“Yes. Please, please, please.” 

Reiner cooed in your ear, kissed the outer shell and continued to pull you back a little further until it became a struggle to keep your hands on the bed. Blunt teeth sunk into the side of your neck bringing out a squeal that turned into chanting of his name when he began to thrust into you harder. 

“You’re so perfect like this, all for me. You’re mine baby, all mine.” Practically snarling into your ear and wrapping the hand that was in your hair around your throat, pressing the opposite one down to your lower stomach, where his bulging dick could be felt inside of you. 

“I’m s-so close,” Sobbing out with tears of overstimulation and pleasure running down your cheeks, leaving imprints on your skin as they stained. 

You could feel Reiner nodding, taking in a deep breath, kissing your cheek and pushing you back down. The relentless pounding escalated to an ungodly speed, sending ripples all throughout your body and his. A tight grip was kept around your hip while the other hand repeatedly slapped your ass cheek, making it sting the longer he swiped his hand across. Sobs were lost into the sheets, clenching around him and coming with a muffled cry. 

Reiner thrusted one, two, three more times and then his hips slowed immensely, breathing rapidly and labored behind you as he filled deep inside of you. For a moment neither of you moved, frozen in the positions on the bed until he slowly pulled out. That's when you fully collapsed onto the bed, face down and completely numb and weightless. 

His weight dipped in the bed, signaling he was getting off, most likely to clean himself off. You rolled over after a minute and forced your legs to swing to the side so you could clean yourself up as well. Reiner reappeared and pushed you back down, running a warm cloth between your legs to clean up the mess that was made down there. Gently kissing your forehead, he grew blurry as he moved away. 

Assuming you fell asleep from the lack of energy, it came to no surprise you were dressed in a fresh T-shirt (his t-shirt) and underwear. Reiner’s kept one arm wrapped around you to keep you close to his side as he read over emails and articles, sporting the dorky glasses that sat low on the bridge of his nose. 

“Hey. You feeling alright?” 

Asking sweetly when he noticed you were up from your brief nap. Giving him a nod, Reiner smiled and kissed the top of your head and pushed you to lay back down on his chest. Not quite laying down, given he was reclining against the headboard but still feeling the relaxation wash over you and the remainder of the quiet Saturday morning lull you into a gentle sleep.

[jackobbit]

Sorry if the quality is crunchity munchity, I have no clue why I made a canvas that was so small but I did-

n e wayz, from the weekly Magma! Solar Flare my beloved

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[crackedpumpkin]

Okay how about Cole dating f!reader and one of her ways of showing affection is by making flower crowns for him

Flowers and nature in general being one of her favorite things in life

Hello lovely!! I'll be real, this is the fastest ask I've ever written, with a record-breaking one and a half hours lmao

I hope you enjoy this!!! And thank you for letting me know because I didn't receive the ask the first time (Thanks tumblr.)

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“Another?” 

Cole wakes up to flower petals tickling his nose. He lets out a loud sneeze, startling Kai awake. The fire ninja groans, covering his head with his pillow in an attempt to escape the rising sun. 

The earth ninja takes the flower crown you had snuck onto his chest in his sleep, a soft smile gracing his lips when he realizes you had probably put it there before you left for work. 

His fingers gently brush against the soft pink freesia, now wide awake as he sits up.

You usually went to work at five a.m. on the weekdays, but you only needed to stay there till three p.m. since your job was mainly remote. However, your supervisor was in a different country at another timezone, and you needed to be at the office to look professional.

You despised it, and so did Cole. 

He’d notice when you slipped out from under the covers, your side of the bed gradually turning cold. His arms felt empty without you, with your head snug under his and tucked into the crook of his neck.

You hated it too, leaving the comfort of his arms and bed the last thing you wanted before he woke up. So you resorted to leaving little gifts for him before heading off for work. Flower crowns, to be exact.

The habit had started before you, and Cole even started dating. You used to come over to hang out with Jay, the bubbly ninja eager to beat you in every video game he possessed. You had met him in a games store, ready to purchase the latest fighting game. 

You noticed a crowd around a gaming machine set up for demos and went over to look. That’s when you spotted the ninja in his blue gi practically smashing the buttons on his controller, earning himself a new high score. 

You couldn’t let him take your place as the reigning champion of the game, so you stepped up, challenging him to a match where you utterly destroyed him.

That’s when he invited you for a rematch, a friendly rivalry that sparked your friendship. 

When you arrived at the monastery for the first time, you were intimidated by all the ninjas, including their sensei. Though he was kind, it was slightly unnerving how he looked at you with a sense of foreboding.

And then you met Cole.

— — — — — — — — 

“Jay, what’re you having for dinner?” 

A deep voice startles you out of your concentration, but you don’t dare look up, too engrossed in beating Jay. 

“Uh, I dunno, anything, I guess. What’re you getting?” Jay says, eyes trained on the screen. You gnaw on your bottom lip in thought, mentally narrowing down who you had already met and whose attractive voice it could be. 

You had already met Zane, Lloyd, and Nya. So that only left either Kai or Cole. It couldn’t be the fire ninja, though, you had seen him being interviewed a while back, and his voice had a slightly higher pitch. This one had more of a baritone quality, a slight rasp at the end that made your stomach do funny little flips. 

So this had to be Cole.

You risk a quick glance, doing a double take. Your eyes unashamedly rake over the stranger’s muscular build, catching yourself ogling his biceps. You shake your head, cheeks flushing and praying that neither has caught you staring.  

Jay was still focused on the game, and Cole (you assume) was chugging down a glass of water. You find it hard to swallow, noticing how his skin has a glowing sheen from all the sweat. He had probably come back from a workout.

You tear your gaze away before he notices, still feeling the heat in your cheeks. You hear him set down the glass with a soft sigh, your body tense. 

Is your hair okay? Did you look homeless? Did he notice you staring?

Your mind races with thoughts until the words ‘Game Over’ flashes on the screen, a victorious shout from Jay snapping you out of your thoughts. You groan, tossing the controller to your side.

“Who’s this?” You turn, willing the flush in your cheeks and neck to subside. 

“Oh, I forgot to introduce you guys. Y/n, this is Cole. Cole, this is Y/n, my newest rival!” 

“Is that really what I’m being introduced as?” You grin in a joking manner, eliciting a shrug from your friend. 

“Cool. Are you sticking around for dinner? Zane might be cooking tonight.” Cole looks straight at you, waiting for an answer. 

You’re speechless, managing a nod. 

Were you just invited to dinner? With the ninja, no less??

— — — — — — — — 

“Here.” You place a flower onto Jay’s head, and he blinks several times before pulling it out of his hair.

“Is this mine?” He asks innocently, and you nod in response. 

“HA! Suck it, Kai! You’re gonna be the last to get one!” He shouts across the ship, holding it up triumphantly as you roll your eyes with an amused smile.

You had started the habit of giving flowers and little trinkets you found in nature to the ninjas. Zane was the first to receive one, a tiny acorn you had picked up during your walks in the park to recharge your social battery.

He had cooked a marvelous dinner, and you had randomly given it to him to express your appreciation. He had taken it with a confused yet thankful smile and proudly showed it to the rest during dessert. 

The rest of the ninjas became more invested in seeing who was the next one to receive anything. You had triggered their curiosity and anticipation once you had given Nya a beautiful piece of sea glass you had picked up at the beach. She treasured it like it was a diamond, keeping it on her dresser along with her jewelry.

Now, Jay had his small trinket.

Kai was next. He had made the time to help you go grocery shopping when your other friends were busy, driving you there and back in his car. He helped you unload the groceries, thinking nothing of it until you returned to your room for a brief moment, returning with a preserved amber leaf paperweight. 

“This is mine?” He asks, wide-eyed. He takes it from your hands when you grin, admiring the flickers of orange in the paperweight, the colours resembling the sparks of a fire. He wraps you up in a brief hug, excited to go home and show it off to the rest.

“Looks like Lloyd and Cole are the last to receive anything.” Kai chuckles, reveling in the fact that he had received it before they did. 

Your sheepish grin gives it away. His eyes widened. “Just Lloyd?” 

You shake your head with an embarrassed flush.

“Just Cole??” 

— — — — — — — — 

Truth be told, it was challenging to decide what to give the earth ninja. He was the most put together, the most vigilant of them all. 

And the most attractive. 

You had briefly considered a smooth pebble, its midnight shade reminding you of his gi. But that wasn’t good enough. You could imagine the disappointment in his eyes, comparing his stone with the other gifts you had gotten the rest of them.

Besides, it was too cliche. A rock? For the Earth ninja? 

You’d rather bury yourself six feet under.

You were sitting on a mat near the pond in the monastery, having been invited on a small picnic in the sunny weather. You had gathered an assortment of flowers in front of you, starting to absentmindedly weave together the stems into a flower crown. 

The ninjas were chatting away, and their senseis were sitting on the wooden floor of the small pavilion nearby, sipping on tea and watching their students fondly. You were almost done, looping the last flower through the stems.

“Is that mine?” 

Your breath hitches when you glance up, the shy yet boyish smile on Cole’s lips making your heart flutter. He sits down beside you, peering over your shoulder to get a better look at the flower crown you hold loosely in your hands. 

“Y-yeah.” You hope he doesn’t catch the stutter, though a slight upwards quirk of his lips suggests otherwise. 

“That’s a relief,” he laughs, leaning back with his face tilted towards the sun, “I was starting to think you had forgotten about me.” 

Your cheeks fill with a familiar heat, shaking your head with wide eyes. “No! I’d never forget.” You suppress an embarrassed groan at how your words came out, but you’re left breathless when you notice the soft dusting of pink on his cheeks.

“That’s good then,” He murmurs, peeking an eye open with a small smile. 

You bite down on your bottom lip in thought, summoning up all your courage to reach upwards and place the completed flower crown on the top of his raven-black hair, fingers brushing against his bicep. (Definitely not on purpose, of course. A total accident.)

He grins, sitting upright. 

“Nice crown, Cole!” Jay giggles, drawing the attention of the other ninja. 

“Why thank you, it was a gift.” He pauses to send a wink your way, but you look down quickly, flustered by the sudden action though you can’t help the shy smile that spreads across your lips.

You look back up as he saunters to the rest of the group, showing off his present. You watch how he laughs at something Kai says, your gaze soft as he glances back at you. You start like a deer caught in headlights. However, he doesn’t look away, nodding absentmindedly at Jay’s remark that goes unheard. 

Your mind is blank, a single thought floating around inside.

Flower crowns look good on him.