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[gobstoppr]

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[tonycries]

Whiskey, Neat, With a Side of You - T.F.

Synopsis. When your date stands you up, you’re lucky that the hot bartender is more than happy to keep you company! 

Pairing. Bartender! Toji Fushiguro x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, strangers to lovers, unprotected, pússydrunk Toji, cúmplay, oral (female + male receiving), créampie, some heinous things with pantíes, dirty talk, spitting, whískey, neither are drunk, absolutely filthy, pet names (doll), swearing.

Word count. 4.6k

A/N. Was originally gonna be Nanami but Toji mmmm

“So, that date of yours is late, huh?”

You don’t know what shocks you more - the question, or the voice from behind the counter - so very deep, tinged with just a bit of amusement.

Tearing your eyes away from the clock at the other end of the bar, it takes a second - and one look around the almost-empty room - for you to realize that shit the hot bartender was talking to you. Sputtering out a quick, “Oh, yes, um-” quickly reading that faded nametag, “-Toji. He’s a bit late.”

The man in front of you raises a brow, dark green eyes locked on the way you shift in your seat. He seemed a bit older, and - you gulp, eyeing the way his arms flex as he fumbles with the shaker - so undeniably attractive. Plowing on obliviously, “Boyfriend?”  

You sigh, pinching your nose, “No, some guy from a dating app. It’s supposed to be our first date.” 

“First date?” Toji lets out a low whistle. “Way to make an impression, dunno what type of asshat would keep a pretty lil’ thing like you waiting.”

Cheeks flaring, you don’t know what it is about him that makes you want to defend yourself, but it doesn’t matter anyway - because whatever rambled excuse gets stuck in your throat at the sharp scrape of glass against the counter. Large hands gently placing a pretty pink daiquiri in front of you, Toji gives you a reassuring nod. “S’on the house till that dumbass shows up. Until then, you can keep me company, doll.”

Playing with the straw between your fingers, your eyes flit to the clock again - 8:10pm.

Well, there was still time. Right? 

Nonsense, maybe.

Because it’s around 10:21pm when you conclude that no, there really wasn’t still time, and your date seemed well and fully intent on completely embarrassing you. And now, him still nowhere in sight, lips a bit looser, you were having the time of your life complaining all about it to Toji.

“-no, I swear.” you groan over his low chuckle. “He really gave me the ‘sorry, my dog ate my keys’ gem. And you know the best part?” Beckoning him over to whisper conspiratorially in his ear - heart stuttering at the heat of his proximity, “The man doesn’t even own a dog.”

Shaking his head, Toji seemed like he was drinking in your every word. “Classic. If yer gonna be late, at least make it interesting. Like, ‘I accidentally joined the circus on the way here.’”

“Mhm, I’ll have to keep that in mind for my next no-show date.” you grin, suddenly feeling a lot lighter than you were a few hours ago. Nowhere near tipsy, but definitely high off the conversation and the addictive scent of his cologne - the expensive kind that left you wondering whether all of him smelled this delicious. 

“Or better yet, you could spend your time with someone who actually knows how to keep you entertained rather than some scrub.”

Snapping out of your little reverie, lifting your head just fast enough to catch the little smirk tugging Toji’s lips. Managing to grit out, “Smooth, huh?”

“Just sayin’.” he hums, before turning his back to organize the glasses on the shelf. And you can’t help but traitorously admire his broad shoulders, cursing that t-shirt for being so goddamn tight that you could see the way his muscles ripple with each movement. 

“Besides-” Catching the tail-end of Toji’s question, “-neat whiskey for all the failed dates?”

You chuckle, “Ah, I really shouldn’t, the other customers will probably-” your sentence dies in your throat as a quick glance at the empty room showed that everyone else had eventually left - leaving just you. And Toji. Damn. Slow day, huh?

“Well, doll?”

Heaving out a shaky breath, you nod. Eyes zoning in on the way he expertly handles the glasses, so dizzyingly inviting. It makes a sheepish smile play at your lips, letting out a quiet little, “Despite all the shitty dates, I’ve actually never had whiskey neat before.”

Oh? That made him pause. Eyes widening ever-so-slightly as he sets down the glasses and leans in a little closer, breath hot against your face. “Never?”

“Never.”

“Well.” Toji muses. “This overpriced shit can’t be your first intro to neat whiskey. If you’re up for it, I’ve got a special 1926 Macallan stashed away in the back n’ can get it for us?”

Oh. Maybe it was that slow, silent grin that curls his lips, that sinful little scar moving as he does. Or maybe it was the way he places a hand on the counter to stare down so heavily at you. Probably it was just him - because you find yourself batting your lashes so deceivingly innocently, “Or I could just go with you?”

And shit if there was ever a time where Toji was sure he met his match then it might just be right now. Because that sultry lil’ smirk on your lips was killing him, making such a carnal little part of him twitch so dangerously. With a heavy nod, you’re following him through the dimly lit bar.

The back room is more of a VIP room than anything - cozy, lined with shelves of alcohol and leather furniture. Heady with the liquor and something so so Toji. 

You’re halfway through reading the title of a wine you could barely pronounce before he’s letting out a grunt of satisfaction from behind you, “Excuse me, doll.” It’s all that’s said before Toji’s pressing up against you. His muscular arm just inches from your head, reaching for something from the very top shelf. And oh you could feel his abs rubbing up against your back, so warm and- 

And then he’s pulling away. 

It was quite hard to stomp down the disappointed whine that almost leaves your throat, and if you didn’t know any better you’d have said something about the amused little glint in his eyes. Smug bastard knew what he was doing. 

Instead focusing on the way he turns to show off a bottle with a deceivingly innocent reverence. “This is going to be a real treat.”

Well. Two can play that game.

“Is that so?” you tilt your head, reaching out to grab the bottle neck, with not as much care of concern as you should have considering this was a million dollar whiskey. Swiftly unclasping the lid, focused only on the way Toji’s breath hitches as you fist his t-shirt in your other hand to pull him close to you - so close.

Close enough that you could count every shade of green in those half-lidded eyes, long lashes fluttering as your breath fans his face. “Such a shame we didn’t bring our glasses, huh?”

Oh the devilish grin that splits across his face sends such delicious shivers down your spine - Toji gets your drift. Of course, he does. Because he’s squishing your cheeks together in an almost-embarrassing pout, fingers searing on your skin, lips ghosting yours, “Yeah, real shame.” 

Immediately bringing the bottle to his mouth, letting the burning liquid pool on his tongue, he spits into your mouth, once. Twice. 

A steady stream of whiskey, and spit. It tasted just like the acrid alcohol and sin. And Toji. 

And it was so messy, smearing across your lips and trickling down your chin. Tilting your head back, you let it flow down your throat obscenely. Locked in his greedy gaze as you loll your tongue out to show off the way you’d swallowed everything he gave. 

“Maybe I do like neat whiskey.”

And then he’s kissing you - and you’re kissing him because fuck Toji was intoxicating and just there. That little scar rubbing against your lips as he devours you so sloppily, all hard muscles and heated skin underneath your fingertips. 

“Fuck.” he hisses into your open mouth. Setting down the whiskey God-knows-where near the couch to pick you up like a ragdoll. Drinking in the cute lil’ gasp that leaves you as you wrap your legs around his slutty waist. Groping and kneading every inch of skin he could reach. “How ya likin’ the Macallan, doll?”

“A ‘real treat’.” you mimic his earlier words, voice slightly broken as you feel his rock-hard cock through your wet panties, throbbing angrily against your cunt. Fuck, would you even be able to take him all?

“Oh yeah?”

And before you can react you’re being pushed against the hard wall. Toji’s lips dizzying on yours, fiddling with that godforsaken clasp on the back of your tight dress. 

“Shit.” he groans impatiently, wedging a knee between your legs, grinding against your wet pussy. “Such a delicious meal all f’me but I’ve gotta get through this- fuckin-” rip! “-dress”

Well, you expected your dress to end up on the floor somewhere, just not like this - tattered and hitting the ground of this back room behind the bar, faster than your jaw. And so do Toji’s - pupils blown, eyes hooded as he takes in the heavenly view in front of him. 

Pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, licking like he couldn’t stay away. “Shit, doll. You were gonna wear this pretty lil’ number for that loser?” he sounds genuinely confused. Immediately tweaking and rolling your swollen nipples through the sheer fabric. “M’so fucking glad that bastard doesn’t know what he’s missing out on.”

“T-Toji- ngh-” you mewl, as he lets your bra fall to the ground. Taking in one tit in his mouth, swirling his hot tongue around your areola. “Wan- wan’ more-”

“Now now,” he tuts mockingly, delicate strings of spit connecting him to your breasts. “S’rude to be the only one drinking. Unless…” Toji looks up at you through his thick lashes, “You wan’ me to drink in that pretty lil’ cunt of yours?”

And shit that sounded like everything you ever wanted right now. All you can let out is a delirious little nod before Toji’s dropping to his knees. So hard you wonder if it hurts - and maybe it’s the liquor, probably it’s the way he’s drunk off you - but he doesn’t give a fuck. 

“Yeah, atta girl.”

Pulling down your panties in one, fluid motion, he tugs them underneath your legs, disappearing between his own, fumbling with his waistband. And if you angled your head just right you could see the slightest glimpse of Toji fisting his cock. Soaking your already-wet panties with his precum.

“Aw, look at the way she’s so wet f’me already.” he coos at your dripping cunt. Absolutely obsessed with the way you’re so drenched for him already. Slick beading through the flimsy fabric at each hot breath, oh Toji has half the mind to just take you right here, right now. But no, he wanted- needed a taste. Doesn’t think he could live without it. “Wonder if she tastes just as sweet as she looks.”

Whatever retort on the tip of your tongue is cut off by Toji burying himself face-first in your pussy. Licking a long, languid stripe up your swollen folds, pooling your slick on his tongue. 

But it wasn’t enough - it might never be. Because one taste of your pretty cunt and Toji is hooked. 

With a low groan, he’s spitting a steady stream of spit onto your quivering pussy. Spreading it with his thumb before he’s diving back in nose-deep. Snaking a hand down to draw frenzied little circles on your swollen clit, letting your juices glisten all down his wrist.

“Taste s’fuckin’ good. Fucking sweet.” So hot and maybe you should’ve gotten an inkling with how sloppy he was with the whiskey - but Toji was so fucking filthy. Your slick glossing his face so prettily, smearing right up to his nose and dribbling down his chin. Lewd little squelches deafening in your ears. 

“Ngh- Sh-shut up-”

“Shut up? Can’t shut up, doll, m’drunk on this sweet cunt more than I am on whiskey.” he mutters into your folds. “My favorite taste. Got me addicted, huh?”

He huffs out a dark laugh into your pussy, taking in that cute lil’ embarrassed expression on your face. Throwing one of your legs over his sculpted shoulder, Toji bullies his soft tongue into your snug cunt, past that delicious little ring of resistance. 

Making out with your pussy deeper. And his tongue was so long - perfectly hitting your sweet spots, licking all over your plushy walls. Thrusting in time with his thumb drawing on your clit, in and out in and out in and-

“Fuck, I could get used to this. Have you for breakfast, lunch, n’ dinner.”

His words were so dirty, but Toji looked so pretty stuffing his face in your cunt. Eyes rolling to the back of his head, dark strands of his hair sticking to his forehead. Tilting his head just so that your sweet sweet juices slide down his throat. 

It’s what has you tugging in his hair to angle him just right, using him like your favorite toy. Such cute lil’ whines of his name leaving you each time his tongue grazes that one spot that has you keening and bucking into his mouth for more more more-

“Fuck fuck fuck jus’ like that- Ah!” you let out such pretty whines, words slurring together. Delirious little ones that go straight to Toji’s achingly hard cock, angry and twitching in his fist. So needy and glistening with precum in the dim lighting.

Shit, Toji thinks he could cum at just that, which is why he’s lapping at your cunt even greedier, drinking you in like a madman. Fingers so deftly toying with your pretty clit, making you putty in his hands. He has to make you cum. Now. Or else he’s gonna fuckin’ embarrass himself in front of such a goddess. 

“Oh? So drunk on m’tongue, already, doll?” he chuckles. “Can’t speak?” Vibrations sending white-hot jolts of pleasure up your spine. It has you dragging your cunt so sloppily all over Toji’s face - and he likes it. Loves it even, only speeding up his movements. Even when his jaw is aching, walls sucking him up so desperately that it was almost difficult to eat out your pretty lil’ cunt. Even when your sweet juices are dripping down to the hardwood floor in a sinful little drip! drip! drip! 

“I- ngh- m’gonna-”

“Gonna what? You can handle whiskey, you can handle using your words, doll.”

“Cum!” you yelp, “M’gonna cum Toji- ah- feels t’good.” 

And that’s exactly what he liked to hear because Toji only gets sloppier. Alternating between stretching you out on his tongue, sucking on your clit, licking everywhere. Over and over-

“Then cum f’me, doll.”

And you are - fast and hard. So hard that you don’t even realize when you’re rocking your hips all over Toji’s face. Cunt fluttering around his tongue as if you were trying to suck him up - and he lets you. 

“Fuck. Sweeter than I imagined.” he’s slurring into your cunt. “Jus’ like that- yeah, ride out that pretty lil’ cunt on m’face.” Words muffled as he tonguefucks you through your high, stars behind your lids every time he flicks at your pussy. 

Distantly, you hear such embarrassing little whimpers of his name in time with the sinfully wet groans from below - ones you realize are yours only when you’re blinking back your vision. Heart thundering, pathetically trying to catch your breath.

The first thing you hear is Toji’s little chuckle, followed closely by a lewd pop! that has you whirling to look at him down below.

“Wh-wha-” and all you can let out is a strangled little oh! at the sight before you - Toji licking his fingers clean, sucking all your sweet juices like he couldn’t get enough. Even when he’s flashing you a devilish grin around his fingers, rising from his position on the ground to cage you against the wall.

“Told ya m’addicted, doll.”

Your back hits the soft leather before you even realize what’s happening. Bouncing at the sheer force of the throw, you gasp in both shock and at the audacity of this man.

“Toji…” you warn as he looms over you on the couch, yet it comes out more breathless than you intended. But looking at him there - straddling your hips, pants pulled just below his heavy balls, tugging and teasing his rock-hard cock like he was trying to fuck something delicious out of it - how could you be blamed, really?

He was so big. Pulsing wildly in his fist and just soaked in precum - all the way from his pretty pink tip to the tufts of black at his base. Not quite wild, not quite tamed. You cunt clenches in- anticipation? Fear of not being able to walk for the next week?

And in the haze of your orgasm it takes you a second to register the flimsy panties wrapped around his hand. Rubbing against those prominent veins on the side as Toji fucks his fist. So wet and ruined that you almost didn’t recognize it. 

“Jus’ think of it as repayment.” he grins, following your line of sight. 

You scoff, eyes still traitorously stuck on his throbbing cock. So massive and mouth-watering that it makes you wish he used you instead of those panties. “Those were expensive y’know.”

“I’ll buy you new ones. Four. In the color of my eyes.”

“How about…” you flash him a sultry smirk, urging his hips to shift higher. And by the amused quirk of his brow, you knew Toji liked where this was going.  “I can repay you another way.”

And before you knew it, his pants are thrown to God-knows-where, and you had two, muscled thighs straddling your face. Toji slaps his swollen cock on your face once. Twice. “Think that loser was this big?” Thumbing your mouth open as he grazes his weeping tip across your lips, glossing them so prettily. Precum salty on your tongue, all filthy and dripping down to your chin. 

“Open wide- Fuck. Tha’s it-” he hisses, brows furrowing as he stuffs his fat head into your hot mouth. Eyes rolling to the back of his head at the way your lips bulge around him, flicking at the sensitive tip. And it was so delicious, Toji couldn’t decide whether he liked eating you out or this more. 

“Shit, doll.” he grunts, hips fucking into your plushy tongue in shallow, quick little thrusts. “Taking me so well, huh?”

You didn’t know if you were - lips stretching obscenely around his thick cock, tears clinging to your lashes. Choking and gagging around his length in a way that made Toji twitch inside you. Shit, he liked this - liked seeing you like this. And as soon as the realization hits you, you’re moaning around his cock, making Toji’s hips stutter above you. 

Toji has to fight off that part of himself that just wants to paint your mouth a sinful white. Fuck his cum into your till it’s all you can taste - all you can feel. 

“Shit. You little minx. Ah- s’heavenly around me ngh-” pressing your head down till all the way till your nose is flush against his pelvis, balls twitching against your chin. Finally bottoming out and fucking your mouth in harsh, long strokes. “Fuck- Wonder if that pretty lil’ cunt of yours is gonna take me t-this well, huh?”

Oh does he love your smart mouth - but he loves it even more when all he gets in response is wet gurgle around his cock. Looking up at him so tearily and shit he could get used to this sight. “M’gonna take that as a yes.”

And then he’s speeding up, balls squeezing so painfully. God it’s so fucking hard to look at you too - precum and spit bubbling sloppily at the corners of your mouth, makeup so messy and fucking gorgeous to him. 

“Can feel m’self riiight-” Reaching out a hand to wrap around your throat, feeling his dick bulging in and out in and- “here.”

Moving faster so he can ruin your pretty face. It’s so sloppy the way your spit glistens down his length, using your swollen mouth as he pleases. And you’re so eager to make him lose his mind too that it has been fucking into you like a toy.

“Ya like this? Like me using your pretty lil’ mouth like oh- it’s a fucktoy? Oh fuck, doll.” he groans, running his mouth like he’s drunk off yours wrapped around him. “Gonna paint that pretty mouth of yours white if y’don’t stop now.” 

And shit if he knew those words would have you eagerly bobbing your head to meet his hips a little slut then he’d have said them a lot sooner. Trying to get just a taste of him. Mascara runny now, swirling your tongue around his leaking tip every time he hits the back of your throat, so hard that it’s probably sore and bruised. Toji almost feels bad. 

…

Nahhh

Pulling your mouth off him, muttering low and dangerous. “Told ya to stop now, didn’t I?”

And oh he hates to cut off that cute lil’ whine spilling from your kiss-bitten lips, but shit Toji’s losing his patience and his sanity with each passing second that he isn’t stuffing his cock in your pretty cunt. 

Toji backs up, swiping a thumb under your lip, sucking off the remnants of his precum before capturing your lips in a searing, searing kiss. Tasting you and himself and you- 

“Liked the Macallan, huh?” Reaching blindly for the bottle of whiskey, taking a deep swing. Spitting it back into your mouth because shit you looked so pretty swallowing it all up. Rutting his hips into yours, sliding his throbbing erection in between your swollen folds. Collecting your sweet juices on his head, drinking in your adorable gasps.

“T-Toji.” you whimper, hips bucking up wildly. “Just fuck me already, goddamnit.”

And then he is - pressing his fat tip into your sloppy hole. Inch by fucking inch. Not even thinking of easing into it because fuck he needs it. He needs it-

“-s’bad. Ah-” Toji drawls against your lips. “Wan’ed this ever since y’walked in through that damn door.” A mess of spit and alcohol and precum - it made you feel so dirty, dirtier than the pressure between your legs as he bullies his heavy cock into your snug pussy. And all you can do is fucking take it because Toji was so unrelenting.

Thrusting in shallow, mindless little thrusts to just fit himself inside you - and you already feel like you’re being stretched to your limits. Whimpering out a tearily little, “Are you at least ngh- halfway in yet? Oh-”

If Toji was any lesser man he’d just have split you apart on his cock right now, but no. Instead settling for a smug little, “Nope”, popping the p.

But that doesn’t stop him from wrapping two arms around your waist, sitting up on the couch with you splayed out so prettily on his cock. Pulling you, squeezing his dick into your soft cunt, sliding down, down, down.

“Ah! Ah- shit shit shit s’too deep, ngh-”

“No such thing as ‘too deep’, doll.” he clenches his jaw. Hands pushing your thighs apart even further as you’re split apart on his cock. “You jus’ hafta sit there all pretty n’ take- it-” Each word is punctuated by a harsh thrust. 

And Toji’s manhandling you around while bouncing you on his dick. Drawing unhurried little circles on your clit while trying to find that one spot he knows you’d love more than any whiskey or drink. Looping a strong arm to arch you into his body and-

“Fuck!” you keen, hips grinding sloppily to milk his cock as much as you could. Walls clenching so sinfully and shit-

“Found it.”

And then it was like something snapped - because all of a sudden Toji’s no more playful teasing and letting you have your little fun. No, he’s fucking you like a man possessed - thrusting his cock up into you. All the way from his weeping tip, till his balls smack your ass. So hard he’s sure they leave such a shameful mark for tomorrow. Hitting that spot over and over-

“Aren’t ya glad you chose to ah- s-stay with me?” he hisses, throwing his head back. One hand rocking your hips deeper the other becoming faster and faster on your poor, ravaged clit. Driving you crazy. “Fuck that date ditcher, y’look all pretty like this for me.”

“Yes yes yes- s’glad.” you manage to sob out. Voice shaky and hitching at the way he was bouncing you on his cock with reckless abandon. The lewd squelches and skin-on-skin filling the heady room, making your head spin so much that you barely hear Toji’s words. 

“I’d make a much better date. Hngh-” he lets out a guttural groan as your nails rake his back. Fingers on your clit becoming more and more frantic. “Would buy ya flowers n’ a-all that shit. Show up on time, all dressed up.” Drinking in your lewd little ah! ah! ah! every time he milks himself on your sloppy pussy. But oh maybe Toji was a talker when he was drunk because he wasn’t done yet. 

“Make all those other scrubs fuck- jealous. And then-” Hips stuttering and so so sloppy. “Hah- at night- m’gonna fuck you dumb just like this.” he gasps, sounding like he was at the end of his sanity. Losing it bit by bit every time his veins rub so deliciously against all the right spots that make you see stars. 

Losing his sanity especially when you whine out such a cute lil’ noise of agreement. “Fuck m’close. Wanted this too, huh? I saw the way you’d been eyeing me all night.”

You can’t even be embarrassed about being caught red-handed, only looking up at his pretty face with delirious heart-eyes. Too cockdrunk and delirious at this point. And, well, maybe it’s the alcohol in your veins because you’re grabbing at the shiny bottle on the seat, bringing it to your lips. The bitter taste barely hitting your lips before you’re meeting his. Making out as sloppily as he was ravaging you below - all teeth and whiskey and pure filth. 

And that answers his question. 

Messy and desperate. 

So it only makes sense that your orgasm was the same - clamping down so sinfully on his aching cock. And shit it’s so heavenly that it sends him over the edge as well. 

Toji cums, and keeps cumming so hard that he can see the way his seed was gushing out of your poor, overfilled pussy. Especially not when his thrusts get sloppy, thick cum spilling all over your pretty cunt. Purposely not pulling out like the mean bastard he is to paint your walls a sinful white

Over and over, forming a wet little patch on the couch that he knows he’ll have to worry about later. But right now he doesn’t give a fuck because your bloated and so prettily all covered in his seed. 

Leisurely, he pools the cum trickling out of your cunt on his fingertips, not even wasting a second before stuffing them in your mouth, pushing through your swollen lips. And you don’t complain - not at all. In fact, you’re sucking it all up eagerly. Looking Toji straight in the eyes while you swallow it all. 

“Hmm, not as good as the whiskey.” you tease. Letting yourself be yanked into his body, as he grins against your lips.

“For that, m’keeping the panties.” 

--- 

“Toji…” a low voice rings through the closed bar. Shiu sounding like he’s absolutely at his wit’s end as he continues, “Where the fuck is our 1926 Macallan?”

The man in question was staring suspiciously giddily at his phone - either having not heard what Shiu said, or he just couldn’t give a fuck anyway. And knowing Toji, it was probably the latter. 

A warning. “Toji I’m serious, that shit costs over a million dollars.”

“Yeah yeah, congratulations or my condolences but hey, do you know any great flower shops?”

A/N. I don’t even like whiskey so much, it’s just the thought of bartender! Toji that has me feral.

Plagiarism not authorized.

[a-ikuoliver]

hiring you after a particularly tense night could either be the best decision endeavor ever made, or the worst.

pairing: enji todoroki x f!reader w/c: 2.7k warning/s:fem!reader, escort!reader, cheating, reader has hair out, finger sucking notes: sorry not sorry i just wanna be a rich mans toy; dialogue is a lil clunky my bad lmao

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“so, what’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?” despite the firepower of his quirk, the ice is thick between you, your teasing words hardly making a crack in the frigid surface. undeterred by it’s solidity, you make your way over to the hero, still seated at the desk on a chair that makes him seem more imposing than he is, his shoulders flaring past the edges of the high back, the only thing in the room that towers over his seated frame.

the expansive office isn’t enough for the both of you, the air already thick when you take another step closer, the heavy mahogany swinging shut behind you, latching into place with an echoing thud. still without a word, endeavor stares you down like he would a villain, watching your every move, every rise of your chest, the slow sway of your hips. his ears tingle hearing your sleek heels click along the hardwood floor, slow, calculated steps across the ice, no fear of falling when you venture further into the icy depths of the office.

crystal blue eyes trail over your body with every click, drinking in the sight of your tight, white blouse, the top three buttons undone to expose a sliver of your lacy bra, the skirt with a slit far too high on your thigh to be appropriate, your sheer black stay-ups that stop at your mid thigh, a peek of your garter poking from beneath your skirt to keep them up. his ears are ringing when his glare reaches your heels, unsure if it’s his blood rushing to his head, or the sound of you stepping over the rug echoing in his head.

the hero’s heart pumps in his chest incessantly, he can already see the headlines now, top hero hospitalised for cardiac event after inviting escort to his agency. your proximity might be a fate worse than death.

drawing his eyebrows down, he averts his eyes; it shouldn’t be this easy to work him up, you’ve just walked into his office and his mind is already wandering. and yet, when he slouches in the leather, he spots the dark red lace beneath your skirt, the minute layer of fabric doing nothing to hide your dizzying cunt. enji’s sure he’s pale as his head rolls back, the blood rushing from his head, swallowing hard, he wills himself to just relax. you weren’t a threat, you were a woman. so, why was his skin burning so damn hot?

slinking around the corner of his desk like a cat readying for a nap in the sunlight, your non-existent tail curls around his throat, bringing his attention back solely to you. perching yourself on the edge of his desk, shuffling back just enough until the bare skin of your thighs squishes against the cool surface, your position hiking your skirt higher on your limbs, even more so when you cross one leg over the other, pushing the fabric to your hips. he’d never admit it, but his cock jumps just watching you move, gliding over the slowly melting ice with a confidence that made his head feel like static the longer he stared.

your allure makes his head fuzzy, your little office getup flattering every curve and plain of your body; the cliche glasses perched on your nose working better for him than he’d thought. it only gets fuzzier taking you in, your exposed thighs, squishing around the elastic of your garter, the curve of your throat, the shape of your tits when you leaned closer, the colour of your lips. you study him through the glass, licking your lips just to watch him squirm, nearly drooling yourself at the flex of his thighs as he adjusts in the seat, his bulge more than enough evidence of everything he refused to say aloud.

despite calling you after a late patrol, heaving and panting down the line with his fat cock grasped in his hand, he never quite expected the follow through.

“i’ve never been inside the number ones office before,” his gaze is still glued to your thighs listening to you speak, the weight of your sultry gaze making him shift side to side again. quirking your head, your voice is low and even when you lean closer to question him, “what are you so nervous about, endeavor?”

it takes every ounce of his self control to keep his eyes from rolling into the back of his head at the sound of your purring voice, instead, he keeps his blue eyes trained on your sparkling, mischievous ones. even with his attempt to remain stoic, the glimmer in your eyes makes it abundantly clear you remember the low, gravelly tone of his voice when he’d called you, the addictive rumble in his throat as he’d all but groaned down the line, asking to see you. you didn’t bother to respond with your rates, you knew he’d pay from how fucked out he sounded.

“i’m not.” enji wordlessly thanks any god above that his voice is even, that he doesn’t choke on the words, even when you drift closer. your scent clouds his mind, he doesn’t know if it’s your perfume, or a quirk, but the smell sticks to the inside of his nose, melting into every wrinkle and ridge of his brain with every slow breath in. shaking his head doesn't quite clear his head. countless villains defeated by him, but a gorgeous escort clad in a tiny skirt was making him tremble, the pure lewdity of you draped on his desk dressed like that had his blood rushing to places it hadn’t been in years.

growing closer to the hero,his dick twitched like it did the night he called you, the fat tip of his cock starting to stick to his boxers when your lips brushed against the stubbled skin of his jaw in an addictive, barely-there touch, marring the skin with a line of dark lipstick from the corner of his lips to his ear.

“let’s get you more comfortable,” you purr in his ear, the sound waves sending jolts of electricity down his jaw, through the jugular in his throat, down his oesophagus into the depths of his stomach with a deep shudder. your head is just as foggy as his when you drop to your knees in front of him, the wet dream of the hulking hero falling apart at the seams when you’d hardly touched him, hadn’t done a thing to make him so clammy, to get him so worked up, to have his fists clenching at his sides. you hadn’t even looked at his fat cock yet, let alone touched it.

kneeling between his thighs, each wider than your head, you lift a heavy foot that’s nearly as long as your torso, setting his heel in your lap as he studies you like you’re alien; dark red eyebrows furrowing, wrinkling in the centre when you unzip the side of the boot, tugging the moulded lather off his foot. he can see down your thin shirt at this angle, his stormy eyes locked on the charm at the centre, hypnotised by the way it catches the light like a crystal sun catcher in the middle of july, his attention only drawn away from your chest when you tugged his other foot into your lap.

the longer you fiddled with his shoes, the more strung out he got, his tendons feeling like they were about to rip under his skin, his knuckles itching to reach for you, to tug at the flimsy buttons holding your shirt together until the stitches split, growing more and more desperate to bury his cock in your cunt. fuck, he nearly forgot how a warm, wet pussy felt gliding up and down his cock. his eyes fluttered shut, the relief of his boots slipping off his feet doing little to relax his wired body, especially the more he thought about how you’d look bouncing in his lap, still in that short, tight skirt, your pretty manicured fingers rubbing at your clit, your mascara smudging under your eyes when you came, how you’d moan his name when you ride him. would you shudder feeling him dip his head into your weeping cunt? would you ask him to go slow, shiver atop him sinking down his length? would you let him spill his seed in your cunt? or swallow all his cum while you lick him clean of your juices. biting his lip, he stifles a groan at the fantasy of your cheeks full of his cum, of it spilling over your perfect lips, dripping down your chin onto your chest, tainting your thin shirt.

—his eyes squeeze shut with a groan, a heavy hand rubbing at his lidded eyes, the pressure of his knuckles in the socket forcing the picture of you from his mind. he shouldn’t be doing this. he can’t do this. his cock is aching, he can’t be doing this, but fuck, he needs it.

“i can hear you thinking,” you study his face, taking in the bright topaz of his eyes, the indecision swirling in them, the jagged scar tearing through the left side of his face, leaving a gap in the hair on his jaw, the stubble spattered around the clear skin surrounding it, the start of a beard a red only a shade darker than the hair on his head. enji’s hand drops to his thigh, his bright aquamarine gaze meeting yours, the blue a deep navy in the shadows stretching over his face, somehow still glowing an electric blue despite the darkness beneath them, the weary lines that come with the job, and age. propping your chin on his knee, his head rolls back, the front of his boxers nearly wet from staring at you, the glittering of your eyes that looked like you were starstruck, the dark eyeliner smudged around your lash line that he desperately wanted to make run down your face, the creamy lipstick already starting to smear around your lip line, half of it still left on his cheek.

“i don’t know if i can do this…” running a hand through dark red hair, leaving it in spikes. even with his apprehension, he doesn’t stop you from dragging your fingertips over the hard muscle of his thighs, doesn’t jostle your chin from his knee, allowing you to slide your hand under the hem of his shirt to feel the heat of his bare abdomen.

“i..i’m married.”

there’s a flash across his face, a guilt, a worry. you we’re used to clients having… commitments, someone to go home to after you, although, this was the first time you’d seen a man so concerned about it, the morals of betraying his family, the morals of just thinking of you laid bare for him to lick, nip and suck as he pleased, to make your spine arch into him. he’s itching to have you melt on his tongue, on his fingers, fuck, the longer he ogles you, the more he thinks tarnishing his reputation might be worth it. your posture straightens, the hero doesn’t miss a single twitch in your muscles, waiting for you to stand, to storm out. instead, you hum, an amused sound from low in your throat, your hands sliding from beneath his shirt back down the length of his thighs.

light as a feather, your touch grazes his aching cock, his blood running hot through his veins to his crotch, like it was his own hellfire ablaze beneath your touch. it doesn’t cool when you reach for his left hand, tugging the limb easily into his lap, not a single one of his bulging muscles straining to stop your light touches on his skin. sparing a glance at him, you gently trace your fingertips over the cold gold of his ring, the metal dinged, scratched and worn smooth at the edges from years of marriage, decades even.

“i’m not trying to be your wife, endeavor,” your eyes shine looking up at him, “it’s cliche, but i’m anything you want; a lover, a girlfriend, a date— if you don’t wanna touch me,”

your pink tongue pokes out from between your lips when you trail off, slowly licking down the length of his finger. the digit’s calloused, thick from years of hero work, his skin hot in your mouth like a cookie was right out of the oven, when you were too impatient to let them cool, instead savouring the dough melting in your mouth. wrapping your lips around his finger, your eyes are still locked on his, hardly sucking at the digit when he breaks the eye contact, heavy eyelids fluttering shut with a deep groan at the sensation of your tongue and lips around the third knuckle. he sounded even better than he did down the phone; so gravelly, like the noise was alien to his vocal chords.

“then, you don’t have to touch me,”

neither of you have shed a single piece of clothing, he hasn’t even touched you, you’ve barely touched him, yet, his head rolls back when you moan around his finger, licking at his hand like you were trying to taste his leaking cock, your ministrations hardly helping the pre steadily dribbling from his tip. enji’s hips jump when your tongue dips in the webbing between his fingers, any apprehension melting inside him with every pulse of his echoing heartbeat, desperation thrumming in his veins, the need to feel your drool dripping down his cock, to feel the heat of your cunt beneath the red lace of your panties. he throbs with the need to sink into you, he’d fuck you on the floor of his office right now if it meant he could see your pretty pussy dripping with his cum. unfortunately, instead of your creamy slick gathering in his palm, sliding down to his wrist, it’s your saliva, drooling from your bottom lip onto his thick skin, dripping onto the front of his trousers to make a patch on the front mirroring the ever-growing one on his boxers.

“i won’t touch you unless you decide it,” your voice is like an angels chorus, even as devilishly sultry as it was.

“huh-i’m—” breathing heavily, enji’s voice is garbled, his mouth drawing into a tight line, every muscle in his body tensing when you bob your head, sucking his fingers deeper into your throat like you were trying to milk his dick. your hair falls onto your face when his hips jolt off the chair, his hips pushing his palm into your face, his ring finger pressing against the back of your tongue. his resolve is melting, his hips grinding shakily into the air the longer you sucked at his hand in his lap, your soft lips wrapping around the ring beneath his last knuckle, the sensation of your teeth against his skin forcing a rumbling groan from his chest. gold ring between your teeth, you sensually drag your tongue along the underside of his finger, setting every nerve on fire with the tip of your wet muscle fluttering against every ridge of his knuckles.

he’s fucking ruined above you, bulky thighs raising off of the office chair in search of your wet, hot mouth to release into, his hair sticking up in every direction from his fingers constantly tugging on the ends, the veins in his throat shining with sweat at every heavy thrum of his blood. with white knuckles, his abdomen tenses, every muscle in his body fighting against the urge to cum, to wait until he had you beneath him, on top of him, on his face would be less fucking shameful than making a mess of his boxers from a little pseudo-blowjob.

enji mumbles something, his tongue too heavy in his mouth to make any discernible words, especially not over the sound of your slurping at his fingers, he sounded more like he was huffing and grunting than speaking, the sound clawing itself out of his throat when his eyes screw shut, his muscles losing the fight to restrain himself.

shuddering, every solid muscle relaxes at once, the tension ebbing, melting from his veins into pleasure when his cum spits from his hot tip, sticking the front of his boxers to his cock.

his head drops back when you sit back up on your knees, his ring looped around the tip of your tongue, his finger falling from your mouth with an audible pop in the quiet room, the only sound his heavy breathing and the shuffle of your clothes as you adjust your position.

he can fucking hear the grin in your voice spotting the dark stain at the top hero’s crotch, “still worried about your marriage, endeavor?”

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[caitlinbueckers]

ok Ik you said Pazzi fic in studio but will never get the idea of Paige calling azzi mamas out of my head so just felt like I needed to share an idea for a blurb or to include in anything you write PAIGE CALLINF AZZI MAMAS

anon ur a genius but i am simply a fool who took this prompt and then ran with it and turned it into a random oneshot soooooo i apologize for the minimal use of ‘mamas’ but hope u like it anyway and will implement that in all my writing deadass

pet names.

paige bueckers/azzi fudd.

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kinda bullshit rambling but a lil more of a structure to follow???

minimal nsfw so 18+ as fuck

Wait guys let me know how u rly feel bcuz im not suuuper happy w this one

at first, it’s a subtle change.

it’s not like paige is ever actually serious enough for her words to be taken to heart or with any ounce of meaning behind it— she’s a fucking idiot, and azzi was more than well aware of her incessant antics, and the fact that she just played too much.

so, of course it surprises her, but she can’t say it really means anything, until it does.

it’s funny to azzi, really, when recently, all of a sudden, paige will get caught up in her usual tangents that she’s started letting these random, little pet names slip from her lips, mouth moving so fast, almost as if she barely meant it, could barely even call it out herself.

it happens usually when they’re tired— or, at least when azzi’s tired, and paige is excited. sweat clinging to the back of azzi’s neck, her curls drawing up and away from the edges of her hairline, skin flushed and hot to the touch when paige is suddenly breezing past her. she’s somehow still in a jog despite the rigorous drills they’d done, oblivious to the redness of her face or the plastered strands of blonde hair against her forehead. she’s at the tail end of a conversation with KK, still grinning like a fool about whatever they must’ve been chattering about, yelling out some type of phrase or joke that only those two could conjur up.

azzi’s right eyebrow is already lifted, somehow already suspicious and unimpressed of her intentions when paige is launching straight into a new conversation, cheeks still pink and teeth on display as she skips backwards to keep her eyes on azzi.

“i think me an’ KK are ‘finna go play 2K when we get back to the dorms— i told her ass she doesn’t stand like, a single chance when I’ve been on my grind, and she don’t believe me, like, baby, you know i’ve been on that shit,” she clicks her tongue, rolls her eyes before she’s smacking azzi’s arm, giving her a sneaky grin, one that signaled whatever she was offering was really gonna be a delight, (it never was), “you should come chill. you don’t gotta play if you don’t want, you can always be my lil’ cheerleader.”

it wasn’t like her high energy, rapid movement behavior was anything unusual, but that little, barely missable word was.

baby. it rolls off her tongue like it’s been waiting around the whole time, lingering beneath the surface, waiting for the moment to strike. she says it with an ease of comfort she can’t necessarily place, and azzi doesn’t necessarily hate it, but it’s there, nonetheless.

it momentarily stunts her, but azzi still finds herself smiling— not from any type of fluster or flush miraculously, but one that she usually gives paige when she’s amused by her, eyes wide and exaggerated as she huffs out a chuckle. “that sounds… boring, honestly.” but, she’s laughing at the gape on paige’s face anywa, “i need to shower, dude, i don’t wanna watch video games.” she scoffs, before she grins at her, only because she knows it’ll piss paige off.

and it does, so, of course the walk out to the parking lot is filled with a whole lot of, ‘oh my god, bro, you’re so lame.’ or, ‘like, azzi, you can have a turn ‘forreal, like just come over for like, deadass a second.’

ultimately, and unsurprisingly enough, paige ends up getting her way. though, she’ll swear it’s only because azzi takes her shower, does some homework and is in the middle of taking out her braids when the word hits her again, and again, and again.

babybabybaby.

she can’t really blame the way she rolls her eyes despite herself. her and paige had been close for fucking ever, so there wasn’t necessarily much between them that was off limits, but it still resonated within her as something azzi couldn’t just brush off. whether that was more damaging than pretending it never happened, she didn’t have a single clue.

all she did know, was that paige bueckers got her way entirely way too much. so much so, that azzi has to let out an audible groan reserved only for paige, before she texts that she’s on her way over.

and yeah, whatever, maybe it wouldn’t matter so much if it was just a one-off, or if maybe their friendship wasn’t so fucking complicated in the first place.

but then, it does matter, because it doesn’t stop happening.

when paige is frustrated at her homework, sitting plainly with her legs at full extension in the study room with aaliyah, ice, and azzi, it leaves her lips in a huff of exasperation, “azzi, babe, this shit really makes no sense, swear.” even if she’s saying it in the voice that clearly states she hasn’t attempted it for nearly long enough to proclaim she doesn’t get it, “az, can you please just come check it out.” azzi can’t tell what’s worse; the fact that paige had said it, or the fact that nobody had even looked surprised that she did.

or when they’d gotten dressed for media day, everyone milling about as they try not to wrinkle their uniforms or crease their concealer, it’s paige (and eventually nika and aaliyah) that whoops and hollers during azzi’s solo pictures, something like, “yeaaaah princess! nation’s best, babyyyyy! work that shit!” followed by a series of whistles that sounded so off pitch it makes azzi snort, rolling her eyes as she purposely avoids the gaze that paige so obviously wants to capture, teetering at the edges of azzi’s peripheral with a grin so wide it threatens to make her blush.

and, she swears she doesn’t, and instead turns back to the photographer with cheeks only a touch pinker than they were previously, “sorry— can we do that again?”

really, the only time she’d ever allowed herself to actually enjoy it, was on the last night at the hotel after a game. it couldn’t have been later than two or three in the morning, paige and azzi having spent the majority of it whispering beneath the covers, anything to not wake up the two other girls asleep in the other double bed.

it’s not too bad, having to share beds— except that, paige is a chronic cuddler and azzi would rather sleep on the shitty futon than be subjected to paige’s unrelenting weight against her back, or her arms slung lazily over her, but it was because of that precise position that azzi could even hear the words when she says it.

“mmmh-,“ she hums tiredly first, speaking mostly out of her ass, like paige always did when got too tired and let herself start rambling “night, pretty girl.”

it’s soft, and sort of raspy— the way paige gets when she’s been screaming all night on the court, and azzi can really only tell by the amount of ibuprofen that she’d downed before bed being somewhat more than her usual, that she’s probably got a headache. it’s a voice she uses when she’s being sincere.

the quiet sentiment, however insignificant to anyone else, replays in her mind. almost like a secret. almost like the closer she keeps it to her chest, the harder it’ll be to lose it.

it makes her whole body warm all over.

her response comes a few beats later, when she’s sure paige has drifted, and nothing but her measured breath is puffing against azzi’s neck, heard only between the two of them.

“night, p.”

but then, suddenly, everything sort of changes. azzi doesn’t know when this part happened— maybe it’s between the time she kisses her at that bar, tipsy and too close, unaware of the camera that set the internet aflame, and now, where it was customary that paige did homework with her, or ate dinner with her or slept over all the time. perhaps, it’s one selective moment in the chaos between that had suddenly transformed paige’s subtle casualty of the pet names, to something more intimate. more for them, rather for anyone else.

or, maybe it was exactly where they knew they’d end up all along.

it’s after a night out, after neither of them had ever really questioned how this had became their routine. that now, it had become something unspoken, an inherent rule that was followed without it needing to be stated. that, when they got too fucked up with the team, and the ubers were being ordered, azzi and paige always went together, that the address would always end up being paige’s dorm, and that azzi would always be curling into purple sheets by the time she sobers up enough to sleep.

but, she’s not sober. she’s drunk, and her face is flushed hot, sticky with the bar atmosphere. “paige, you’re making me too hot.” azzi complains with an impatient lilt to her voice, lifting her right shoulder up to her neck as if to shrug paige off, but the girl is relentless, humming her denial as she slid a hand across azzi’s thigh, grasping it hard enough that her nails dug into the skin there.

“psh, you’re already hot, shut up.” the words are spoken clumsily, lips brushing against the bare skin of azzi’s shoulder with each word, while a sudden surge of annoyance and somehow gratitude courses through azzi for having worn a sleeveless top, “c’mere, mamas, ‘lemme lay on you.”

she’s being whiny, and it only makes azzi roll her eyes before her gaze flickers to the screen of the car, giving her another light elbow prod, only this time, a short, sneaking smile is crossing her face. “paige, ‘forreal, we’re about to be back anyway.”

this, somehow, only fuels her. “i’m wounded,” she complains, before she’s pressing a little smack of a kiss to azzi’s neck, “my girl’s so mean to me, shit.”

my girl.

what the fuck ever.

azzi should’ve demanded an explanation then, but she doesn’t.

in fact, there’s not an explanation waiting for them when they stumble into paige’s room, their hands in a tight grasp, pulling each other in so that they can both fall against the bed, and azzi really shouldn’t have been expecting one. it’s definitely not explained when they’re somehow under the blankets, and paige has an arm, long and lean, wrapped around azzi’s waist to end somewhere between her legs, fingers finding a rhythm that seems to pull the very air from azzi’s lungs.

it’s not what azzi was expecting to happen, and yet somehow they’d fallen into place like it something they’d done a million times. paige had undressed her, after azzi’s complaint of still feeling too hot, and paige— not even a singular bit sober— finds her hands along the bottom of azzi’s top, tugging it over her head before she tosses her an old basketball camp shirt that had been slung across her dresser.

“you gonna sleep in jeans?” is really what had started it, paige’s pointed tone making azzi’s face burn hot, but the smirk on her face never faltered. “you’re so annoying.”

because then, paige has her fingers hooking into azzi’s waistband, eliciting a string of giggles that escape because fuck, she’s ticklish and paige knows. “what? what am i doing?” the blonde is grinning too, snickering under her breath as azzi’s pants are yanked down her hips, kicked from her feet with minimal effort until azzi feels it. a featherlight kiss was placed to each of her scarred knees, the inside of her thigh, eyes flickering up to azzi’s hazy but steady gaze, “this okay?”

god, azzi hadn’t realized until just then how fucking okay it was.

it’s quiet, sensual even, the way that paige talks her through it— heel of her hand dragging endlessly against her swollen clit, fingers thick as they arched into her, teeth grazing the back of azzi’s shoulder with each word of encouragement.

“c’mon, mamas, jus’ like that.” had anyone known better, they’d think paige must’ve been getting off just to this, by the way her own voice hitched and caught, her own hard swallows that reverberated in azzi’s ear, each laced with little gasps as she plunged into her wetness.

but, azzi did know better— paige was absolutely getting off to it. her voice is all breath, crackling and barely audible, murmuring incoherent mumbles that make it almost incomprehensible to decipher, yet, azzi swears she can understand.

it’s in her ear, over and over, that heat and pressure between her legs building as her hips twitched involuntarily against her knuckles, feels the way they slide deeper within her and azzi lets out a noise that even she’s too embarrassed to recount. “fuck, i wanna hear that shit, need to hear you baby, please.”

it coaxes the orgasm straight from azzi’s core, thighs involuntarily squeezing around paige’s hands, to which the blonde is silent in muted awe. she watches with bleary eyes but bated breath, sitting up only a bit to really witness it. the way azzi’s face drew up, eyebrows furrowed and lips parting, the whimper edged breaths that huffed out of her, the tight clamping of her eyes shut.

“so fucking pretty,” each word is punctuated in a kiss, “so good.”

really, it should’ve been a lot worse for them the next morning. azzi can’t help the wave of a ground shaking realization she gets when she rolls over to inspect paige’s sleeping expression, lips slightly parted, her blonde hair mussed on the pillow behind her. there should’ve been some type of lingering awkwardness that hung above them, some type of trepidation or fear, maybe even regret.

it definitely wasn’t like they talked about it, but they’d also never quite gone this far. did they need to? probably, because azzi knew that the guilt would probably hit sooner or later.

in fact, azzi waits for it to hit, all the way until paige wakes up, and her eyes are a little puffy, watery blue and clear as she blinks up blearily at azzi like she’s the finest thing she’s ever laid eyes on (because she is), and whispers with a grin, “distracted by my beauty?”

she waits even until the next away game, when her legs are propped up over paige’s lap and her fingers are drumming absently against azzi’s thigh, humming something in her headphones with her eyes shut, looking like a complete idiot, before their eyes meet by chance when paige opens them, and suddenly, they’re both grinning.

she even waits for it to hit when the buzzer goes off after the fourth quarter of that game, an easy win, and confetti is thrown. it’s chaos really, with all the girls rushing through the tunnel to get back to the lockers. that is, until, paige pulls her aside for half a second, hidden away from the hungry eyes to press a solid, sweet kiss to her lips.

but it doesn’t end there. azzi waits for it during her injury, when enough nights in linoleum covered white floors with the constant smell of antiseptic start to pierce the inside of azzi’s brain, ruins her attitude enough that paige’s texts go unanswered. and yet, everytime azzi wakes up, the pain in her leg flared and angry, it’s paige that’s sat in the corner of the room, huddled under a shitty hospital blanket, waiting for her to wake up.

it went even as far as the loss against IOWA when the roles are reversed— after the excitement of final four had became real, after the grueling, rampant preparation, and then ultimately, a loss. it’s when azzi gets permission to stick around in paige’s hotel room until she gets back from the game, and the way that the blonde, finally in the safety of the four walls, found herself crumbling to azzi, becoming nothing but a shell of what everyone perceives her to be, everything paige wishes she fucking wasn’t.

it’s only then, that azzi finds herself returning the favor— arms wrapped tight around paige’s waist with a burning, sting in her own eyes that she can feel the moment she sighs against the crown of paige’s head. she can smell the sweat, the smell of a basketball court that had just gotten waxed, but really, azzi just smells paige, and that’s enough to give her the composure she needs to whisper against her head, “don’t be so hard on yourself, baby… you guys did so good.”

and they don’t talk about it, because they don’t need to. the same way they never had to ask the other when it came to the hospital or bus rides or homework dates or hotel rooms— it was unspoken, implied but never mentioned. the same way back when they’d met at USA camp, it was never a matter of conversation for their plays to work, it was all in the matter of a look, or a slight of hand.

and when the team starts asking, giving paige shit about how she’s missing video game nights with KK or azzi’s getting shit about caroline missing her study partner, everybody already knows. when paige tells nika, voice only a little timid as she gives her a condensed version of the last few months like it was a ground shaking news, head tilted to lean on the older girls shoulder, the brunette bursts into laughter. ‘finally, took you guys long enough.’

and really, it was a wonder they hadn’t been like this the whole time.

a wonder that it had taken this long in the first place.

[sukunasweetheart]

God I’m always the biggest sucker for AUs where Sukuna is Yuji’s older brother and is just smarter and stronger and the reader is Yuji’s lil friend in his friend circle- literally the only one pining for his ripped older brother like 👀👀👀❤️💦💦💦 ‘h-hi’

GAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHSJDNFKSDNKSDNG I LOVE THIS SO MUCH TOOOOOO

theres always something about the older brother of a friend.................................................................................

he will find u so cute and adorable, such a nervous little thing before his eyes,,, sukuna doesnt usually gaf about yuuji's friends and whatnot but you pique his interest....

sorry i got carried away and wrote a whole thing on this oopsies it's very lengthy and wordy...

thinking about the first day you get invited to yuujis house along with megumi and nobara without thinking much of it, only to run into his older brother who turns out to be totally your type

(youre the type of person who develops a crush easily, so much so that no one bats an eye when you tell them that you have a new crush, rip.)

"i thought i told you not to bring your shitty meetings into the house, brat," he tells yuuji coldly, staring down at you and yuuji in the living room.

"awh, shut up! if you can bring your hookups home, i can bring my friends!" sukuna rolls his eyes at him.

"make sure to stay quiet, then. else, i'm kicking all of you out."

all of your friends give side eyes at each other, thinking about what an asshole yuujis older brother is but youre staring at him with puppy eyes, in love at first sight (and he notices it all)

sukuna retreats to his room, and you're already gushing at everyone else about your new crush... all your friends are like 😑

(it's nothing serious at this point, think of it like a fan admiring an idol)

you begin frequenting yuujis house just to get glimpses of him from then on

the four of you are watching a film in the living room, when the snacks run out

you volunteer to grab some more from the kitchen...and there you find sukuna making himself a sandwich...shirtless.

internally screaming, you freeze on the spot for a second before recollecting yourself and focusing on the original objective, to ogle at his bulging muscles- no, that's not it.. to grab more snacks for your friends...

you try to avert your gaze from him as you look for an appropriate bowl to pour the bag of crisps into, but the cupboard! it's too high up!

you try on your tippy toes and manage to touch the bowl, but it's still a struggle...

"you know, you should just ask for help, instead of potentially making more trouble for us."

his body brushes up against you for a second as he grabs the bowl easily. "is this what you want?"

"yes, sorry..." you could erupt into a nosebleed any second now.

"you're welcome."

with a smirk, he walks back into his room with his plateful of sandwiches.

you seemingly float back to the living room with the bowl of snacks in your hands

"i ran into your brother in the kitchen... he was shirtless...." you say with hearts still in your eyes

"what?? and you came back out alive? he hates it when someone comes into the kitchen while hes using it..."

youre giggling and falling into deeper delusions (or is it really?)

one day, you show up at yuujis house bc you and him became partners for a project at uni, but the person who answers the door is not yuuji

"h-hi... is yuuji home?" you ask.

"he's not home right now, sweetie. but you're free to come in if you want."

s-sweetie... you repeat inside your head.

sukuna basically sees your tail wagging behind you. you're so easy, arent you?

you sit on the sofa in the living room, and to your panic, sukuna makes himself comfortable next to you as well, making you tense up

"relax... i won't bite," he tells you with a languid smirk. "or, do you want me to?"

(yes. yes, i want you to.)

the conversation goes back and forth a little bit, and he gets flirtatious but before it escalates, yuuji returns home.

from then on, he gets more and more bold whenever you come over, giving little teasing touches whenever he gets the chance, driving you madd

numbers are exchanged eventually - without your friends knowing.

and then; you receive a text while youre sitting with them one evening, saying "if you're wanting a little more, you can come upstairs to my room."

...you tell your friends youre going to the toilet, and make your way up. giving a soft knock at his door, he opens up and looks down at you with sultry eyes.

(whatever happens in that room? a secret.)

now every time you're over at yuuji's place, sukuna texts you to come pay him a visit. things either end up with you sucking his dick, or just a quickie. (its all very steamy but youre always leave wanting more) ... its so hot to think abt going back to sit with your friends again after he's stuffed you with his load, and pulled your panties back up for you

"you look a bit sweaty, y/n. you okay?"

you tell them it was a tough no. 2 (i mean, what else can you tell them??)

sukuna as well, feels a little... lonely.... whenever you have to make your way back as soon as things are finished

during one afternoon, he overhears you guys talking about your newly found crush-- an older senior upperclassman from uni (getou suguru)

"did you guys see the way he smiled at me? he's so dreamy..."

"do you ever get tired of changing love interests?"

and this upset sukuna more than he expected.

he demands you come up soon after, and intense sex ensues, where he's rougher than usual, possessiveness showing

at one point during it, he asks why you're looking at other men, when you have him... and you tearfully tell him its because you want more than just this, you want to go on dates and be asked out like other girls...

"you could've just asked me. you thought i wouldn't commit?"

sure, you started out as a fun little toy for him, but now he's well aware there's something more going on here...

things get softer and youre left heaving, arms wrapped around sukuna as he looms over your body

"we took too long... they're gonna find out," you tell him.

"let them. why do we need to be a secret, anyway?"

"we don't? i thought that's what you wanted."

"what? when did i-"

(yuuji opens the door)

oh. my. god.

panic and screaming occurs, and the door is slammed shut, leaving you awfully embarrassed, and sukuna just sighing and putting a shirt back on.

"c'mon, sweetheart. we have some explaining to do."

theres a lot of chaos, yuujis face is STILL red and nobara + megumi are horrified, but all ends well bc at least now, you can date sukuna openly, and have your first relationship in peace.

[animeshotsh]

Life in heaven | Various x Kid!Reader |

Alternative universe and events - How does kid!reader live in heaven -

Kid!Reader has their memories from their life in earth and hell erased. They only know their name and that they died.

Emily its the one who shows them around, she is soft, friendly and wants to help kid!reader adapt to heaven life. She notices how confused they are so it makes her personal mission to help this soul.

She felt a bump in her heart when they took her hand and called them "big sis" because something in the back of the mind of Kid!reader tells them Emily reminds them of someone.

When showing around heaven Emily ends introducing him to other winners, Kid!Reader has to do a double check in when they notice a pink and white winner....

Emily decides Kid!Reader must meet Saint Peter.

When meeting him Kid!Reader stood there not saying anything, making Peter sweat, Kid!Reader its stuck seeing the blonde hair and light blue eyes.

Next thing they know Kid!Reader has jumped into Peter's arms and huggs him like their afterlife depends on it.

After it, Kid!reader wants to stay at the gates with Peter. No one knows why, and they tell them, they need to rest.

"Then, i will be back tomorrow"

And thats what they do. Its a routine now, when a new winner arrives Kid!Reader its on Peter's shoulders welcoming them. Sometimes Peter has problems fiding the name of the newcomer so kid!reader helps him.

Peter smells like cotton candy and Kid!Reader never tried it before. Peter takes a few hours free to go and enjoy some with Kid!Reader

When walking around heaven Kid!Reader avoid the exterminators, specially one that has no arm and gives them the most cold look ever.

Emily seems to have a sixth sense because she is there to back them up and take them to a safer place.

Emily does not know who kid!reader was in hell, only some high rank angels does, thats the reason they removed their memories and they feel shame for kind of sent a kid to hell when they did mean to go to heaven.

One day Emily tells kid!reader she wants them to meet a centrain newcomer.

Sir.Pentious almost faints when seeing you. But he soons sees that you dont remember a thing and its devasted because of it. He adopts you as his new lil relative. Uses his tail to carry you around, buys you sweet and does go with you to visit Peter.

He also begs that you can live with him (something you accept a full floor was making you feel lonely) and Sir.Pentious its in cloud nine.

The first night he ends cuddling you with his tail. He knows how much you mean to Charlie and the rest, so he is going to protect you and care for you from now on.

☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~

Down in hell

Charlie has been depress since you died, Vaggie has tried to cheer her up, to make her continue her dream.

"How can i offer salvation when they killed (Y/N) like they were nothing? They dont care about us"

Lucifer has go back to his castle where he passes his time making ducks, crying and playing the violin. He stares at the photos he took of you and cries more. He cant forgive himself for letting you die.

Alastor its like his old days. Hunting whoever and whatever comes near him. He causes chaos in the city. Decides that he had enough of the stupid TV specially when they show footage of his fight and your death. The empery of the V's its destroyed in one day, and Alastor gets stronger after he consumes their bodies and souls.

No one can mention your name. No one can enter into one of your rooms. They are devasted and broken.

[hazbinshusk]

day sixteen of salem's unofficial attempt at kinktober: mutual masturbation/camshows/sex tapes (huskerdust x reader)

a/n: an expansion of this little drabble. a/n 2: this one wouldn't let me go and ended up way longer than intended (over 2k), so I'm hiding most of it under a read more for the sake of everyone's dashboards.

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Husk raises a feathered brow as he finds – not Angel – in his room, just your laptop waiting open on his bedspread. A pink sticky-note hangs from the screen, the spider’s ostentatious scrawl circled with a heart reading, “Play me, baby” and a ridiculous number of ‘x’s’ afterward.

Shaking his head in amusement, Husk hesitates for a moment before leaning down to tap a nail against the tracking pad. The screen wakes up immediately, showing a shot of the exact bed the laptop is sitting on with a triangle superimposed over the centre of the image. The angle of the image suggests the laptop had been sitting at the foot of the bed during whatever it is the spider has in store for him.

He casts a glance back towards the door before doing what the note ordered and clicks ‘play’.

The scene remains unchanged for a moment before Angel comes into frame, wrapped in lacy lingerie dyed a tone of deep magenta that complements his baby-pink fur perfectly – semi-sheer fabric in the form of thigh high stockings and panties that are tied together high against the curve of his hips.

Angel gives the camera – and Husk – a wink, a lascivious smirk playing across his lips as he climbs onto the bed and settles his long, lithe body against the pillows. He’s every bit the perfect porn star, but the intimate spark in his gaze is enough to pique the bartender’s interest – this isn’t his usual show.

“Hey, Huskie,” he says, and Husk’s tail sways once behind him in response. “Have I ever told ya jus’ how much I appreciate all ya do for lil ol’ me?”

Husk fights the urge to roll his eyes good-naturedly. This is corny, and the playful glint in his partner’s eyes tells him the spider is aware of it. Angel’s smirk widens, his gaze flickering off to the side for a moment.

“Thought I’d get a little help showin’ ya jus’ how much.”

Husk stiffens, eyes widening and his ears flicking forward as Angel holds out a hand and another reaches into frame to take it.

That’s when you come into frame.

Angel tugs you gently onto the bed beside him, and you fold your legs up beneath you, a blush burning in your cheeks. Husk swallows heavily as he takes you in – you’re dressed in lingerie almost identical to Angel’s, only with your chest wrapped in a balconette bra you’re practically spilling out of. You shift forward slightly, and Husk’s mouth goes dry as – just for a moment – he swears he sees the dusky hint of your nipple peek out over the lace.

How the fuck did Angel talk you into this?

The spider had made a few less-than-subtle references to Husk’s… interest… in you lately, and each time, the bartender had dutifully dismissed it. But here you were, wrapped up like some kind of… fuck, the way you bite your lip when you’re nervous kills him. Every damn time you do it he can’t stop himself from thinking about sucking on that lip and slipping his tongue into your mouth.

“Ain’t she jus’ a picture, Husky?” Angel gives the camera a cheesy, flirtatious wink, and fuck, the way you blush further makes Husk’s heart pound in his chest. The two of you, side by side… God, he’s so fucked. Angel’s grin widens, and he leans into your side, turning his head to nuzzle his face against your cheek. Husk holds his breath as he watches Angel nip at your ear, your neck, his ears twitching eagerly as he hears you let out this breathy little whimper in response. One of Angel’s lower hands drapes lazily over your lap, his fingers ghosting over your thigh. The one above it cups your cheek, turns your face towards him, and he ducks his face towards yours.

Angel pauses just before his lips can meet yours; his hand leaves your cheek to run its fingertips teasingly over your collarbone, down over your chest. Husk’s eyes follow it greedily, feels himself harden as Angel traces his fingers over the swell of your breast and smiles at you softly.

“Wanna show daddy what we talked about?”

A soft, soft groan escapes Husk as you nod, as he hears you say, “Yes.”

Angel’s smile widens and he shifts, making sure to give Husk a lingering view of his lean curves as he moves to sit behind you against the pillows. He tugs you back against his chest, taking hold of your chin and tilting your head to face the camera.

“You gonna say hi to Husky, sugar?”

You smile, your expression coquettish, almost shy, but your voice comes confident, a tone dipped in seduction that Husk has never heard from you before. “Hi, Husk.”

“Atta girl,” Angel says, two lower hands reaching around to smooth over your thighs. They reach your knees, pressing them further apart. His other two hands slip behind your back, and you catch your bra against your chest just as Angel unclips it. Husk thinks for a moment that the spider’s gone too far, but then you’re looking into the camera again and drawing the bra down off your arms, tossing it aside.

Your nipples harden and Husk exhales heavily, moving closer to the laptop as though entranced. His wings flutter slightly, his tail switching back and forth behind him. Angel coos his approval, ghosting his hand up over the sides of your breasts. Husk watches you shiver, leaning further back into Angel’s chest fluff. He takes hold of your hands, guiding them up to your chest and you whine softly as he urges you to squeeze your breasts. Husk feels an ache in his cock as he watches your hips buck up automatically – such a slight movement, but one he’d pay to see a thousand more times.

Because you’re turned on by this.

By the idea of him watching.

You’re turned on by him.

Angel continues humming sweet nothings and filthy promises into your ear as you tease your nipples to aching points, his eyes trained tauntingly at the camera. His lower hands skim slowly up your inner thighs, tracing nonsensical shapes against your skin, and each time they linger in one spot Husk commits it to memory with the notion of marking the spot for himself. His fingertips skim the edge of your panties and your breath catches, and fuck if it isn’t one of the prettiest sounds Husk has ever heard.

“Listen to you,” Angel murmurs as his hands continue, moving up over your thighs to the dainty little ribbons that are holding them in place. “Tell daddy what you’re thinkin’ about.”

“Him,” you reply, tugging in your nipple. Your other hand comes down to grip at Angel’s thigh beside you. “I’m thinking about him here… in here with us.”

Angel hums approvingly, and the look he gives the camera out of the corner of his eye is infuriating. “And tell daddy how often you think about him like that.”

You swallow, moving your hands to cup your breasts, putting your aching, tight nipples on full display. “Every night.”

Oh, fuck.

“Good girl.”

Angel tugs on the strings, and your underwear falls away, revealing all of you to Husk’s hungry gaze. He curses, reaching down to palm himself through his pants and squeeze.

“Holy shit,” Husk mutters as you slide two fingers between your thighs, a soft moan escaping your parted lips as they brush against your clit.

“Awww…” Angel pouts playfully, smoothing his upper hands up over your waist, cupping your breasts. You press yourself up into his touch. “Look how eager she is for you, Husk.” His other hands curl over your thighs, teasingly close to your hand. “Look how wet.”

“Husk…”

Well, if that ain’t one of the prettiest things he’s ever heard.

Angel keeps murmuring in your ear, his tone low in reedy in that way that goes straight to Husk’s dick, and the combination of that voice, the sight of you coming apart in his lap, and the soft, breathy moans you make as Angel tells you to slide a finger into your tight little cunt… he can’t help it. Husk unzips his pants, groaning as he wraps a fist around the base of his cock.

He pumps his cock in rhythm with your fingers, and you gasp, jerking up against your hand as Angel pinches your nipples. The spider makes a show of kissing the side of your throat, and you whimper as his teeth graze along the tender flesh before he soothes it with his tongue. You’re trembling against him, your hips rocking up into your hand.

“How ya feelin’, sugar?” Angel asks in your ear. “Ya bein’ so good for daddy, ain’t ya?”

You whimper, and for a moment Husk isn’t sure anymore if the ‘daddy’ Angel is teasing you about is the spider or the cat.

“Ya need more?”

You nod, tilting your head back to press your lips blindly to Angel’s throat. He hums his approval, meeting Husk’s eye through the camera lens. He leans off to the side, straightening and holding up two identical vibrators to you.

“Good thing I always share my toys, huh, baby?”

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Husk groans, low in the back of his throat, his cock slick with precum and his body shuddering as he approaches his release. Angel is sitting next to you now, the two of you propped up against the pillows. You look wrecked, pumping the vibrator in and out of your pussy desperately.

Angel manages to match your pace as he fucks his ass, his thighs tense with the sensations pulsing through him. He runs his hand up through his chest fur, dishevelling it further, one of his other hands clutching at your thigh. Husk can see your excitement staining the sheets beneath you, and part of him wonders if he were to pull back the comforter now… would he be able to see the marks you left, smell your scent on the fabric? He thrusts his hips forward to meet his hand, a growl rumbling in the back of his throat that’s almost possessive over the idea.

The sounds the two of you are making are downright sinful, a mix of moans and utterings of curses and – most addictive – his name. Angel winks at the camera, at Husk, before leaning into your side and kissing your throat again, somehow managing to find the exact spot that Husk has more than once found himself wanting to bury his face in. The touch makes your eyes roll back, and when Angel slips a hand between your legs to tease over your clit, you gasp raggedly.

You return the favour by wrapping your fingers around Angel’s hard, leaking cock. It actually manages to surprise him and he moans, thrusting up into your hand with a cum-drunk laugh.

“Holy shit, toots!”

You giggle at his reaction and Husk chokes on a moan, leaning forward to brace his hand against the edge of the mattress. He fucks his fist desperately, fighting against the urge to close his eyes as he watches the two of you bring each other to the edge of release.

All showmanship is gone from the two of you – too desperate to reach that peak to care about maintaining a shared rhythm. When you do cum its within moments of each other, twin moans of Husk’s name spilling from your lips. The bartender groans, deep and throaty as he does the same, his cum staining both his fist and the comforter below him just as the screen goes black.

“Shit…” Husk exhales, his chest heaving. He lets out a breathless laugh, shaking his head. How the fuck was he ever going to look you in the eye again after that? “Hol-ly fuck…”

“Ya like the show, pussycat?”

Husk looks up at the sound of Angel’s voice; the spider is grinning up at him from the screen, somehow managing to look both seductive and supremely pleased with himself.

“Told ya she liked ya back.”

Husk can’t help it; he coughs out a laugh.

Angel continues, and Husk notices that the spider is now in his own room, backlit by the pink lights he has strung up around the room. “Better re-hydrate, kitty – and I ain’t talkin’ about booze.”

Angel swings the camera around to reveal you sitting on the edge of his bed, dressed in a negligee and with pink-stained cheeks that’s got nothing to do with the lighting.

“'Cause ya gonna need some electrolytes if ya wanna join us for round two.” Angel’s voice comes teasingly out from behind the camera. “We’re waitin’ for ya, Husky.”

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tagging the original asker: @blue-dream-boye

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[willowser]

you had only to look at me—

part two.

bakugou x f!reader

wc: 3.3k+

tags: nsfw (18+), childhood best friend bakugou, dry humping, implied virgin bakugou, a tad angsty at the end.

even before i was touched, i belonged to you; you had only to look at me. — the burning heart, louise glück.

this is a repost.

childhood best friend bakugou is probably a wrestler. a lil' rough-houser.

games of tag end with you tackled to the ground, squashed underneath him until you finally agree that he's the king of the world. whenever your hair is long enough to pull back into a pony-tail or little bun, he's yanking on it to get your attention, harsh, especially if you're ignoring him to talk to anyone else. scraped knees and bruised elbows, coming home missing a single shoe, shirt stretched out and wrinkled at the bottom corner: all katsuki's fault.

it makes you a little volatile, too, in turn.

not so much as him, but you grow up defending yourself; the first black eye he gets is from you (if you don't count the time he hit himself in the face by accident, when you'd started a slap-fight because he was trying to hold you down) and you very quickly learn how "unfair" it (apparently) is to kick him in the groin. your parents spend a lot of time separating you, putting you in opposite corners of the room until one of you stops crying and the other is ready to mumble out an apology. you're not allowed to sit next to each other at holiday events. whatsoever. under any circumstances.

he's your best friend. you wouldn't have it any other way.

in middle school, he's just as insufferable, hardly allows you to talk to any of your girl friends without butting in some how, too loud for anyone's own good. he tries to embarrass you in front of other boys, puts you in a headlock even when he's sweaty — which he is a lot at that point, during puberty — and calls you names that make you want to hide in the bathroom.

("why is he such a jerk?" your friends will ask, trying to fix the mess of your hair during lunch. all your butterfly clips are either missing or broken, crunched under bakugou's scrawny arm. "you should tell on him for being such a bully.")

nobody else treats you the way he does, and you don't treat anyone else that way, either; you never make ugly faces at your girl group, never punch them as hard as you can in the arm, aiming to leave a bruise. with all other classmates, you're — normal, trying to discover what that even means in the grand scope of things, who you want to be as the years pass. you avoid bakugou and his little posse of brats like the plague, because detention is what awaits both of you, should your paths ever cross.

things start to change, seriously, in high-school.

bakugou goes to u.a and you — don't; instead you continue on to the shizuoka high-school without him, along with your group of girls. his time at home and in the neighborhood lessens, even moreso when he moves into the dorms on campus, and the only time you see him becomes those few and far in-between family visits he has time to make; some holidays, he doesn't come home at all.

at first you think it's a good thing, because you've never gotten to flourish while trapped in his armpit. yanking at his hair until he finally lets go in the middle of the hallway has always garnered you some weird looks, odd stares, and you finally stop being labeled aggressive, too, with him gone. boys can talk to you without being stalked by your angry, wiry, chihuahua of a best friend, and you go on dates, ride in cars, have your first kiss.

you miss him from time to time, though you'll die before admitting it, and the yearning doesn't last long whenever he does come home. even when you're seventeen, eighteen, he still lays on the couch and puts his stinky feet in your lap and in your face, purposely puts things too high up on your shelves, leans against the front door so you can't get out when it's time to leave.

(he becomes an immovable object, much to your annoyance; in the past, you've always stood somewhat of a chance against him, knowing all his weak spots, like the clump of hair at the crown of his skull and how ticklish he is on his thighs, but now, after all the training he's been doing — he's huge, unfortunately.

if he grabs your wrists in one hand — like he's never been able to do — and holds them above your head, you're useless to defend yourself; there is an absolutely zero-percent chance you'll ever manage to overthrow him if he sits on you; tickling him is impossible, because his thighs have gotten so muscular that it's hard to grab him, and even if you do manage it, he can nearly crush your hand if he closes his legs together.

bakugou doesn't even look like your scrawny best friend anymore; he looks like the guy that ate your scrawny best friend.)

you graduate and go to college. bakugou graduates and goes to work for best jeanist, in the heart of tokyo. seeing each other means planning on it, making an effort neither of you have ever had to, and there's a lot of radio silence for months at a time. somehow it always comes full circle, though, and it always ends in violence, because you two don't know any other way to be.

you're twenty the first time his touch becomes tight, bruising, purposeful — for new reasons.

it's one of the few times he's off, and you haven't seen each other since his mom's dinner party four months ago. you only agree to come over because his patrol route had taken him through your campus and you'd spotted him across the street in the early hours of the morning, after you got out of class.

now you're both tired, lazing around despite planning to get lunch once the heat died down. together doing nothing; sometimes it's a little alarming how easily the two of you fall into each other, but you've been doing it for so long that it doesn't take a second thought.

bakugou strolls out of his bathroom with damp hair, in nothing but a loose pair of sweats, and you're laying on his couch half-asleep and he puts his wet towel over your face and you ball it up and throw it at him and then he tries to whip you with it.

"stop," you groan, serious, "you're so annoying." when he only twists it tighter, you stick your arm and leg out, deflecting against the wet smack he tries to leave against your skin.

his sharp teeth flash with his ugly little grin, and you try to grab the towel twice, ending up with an angry, stinging lick up the inside of your arm, before he gets too close and you can finally yank it from his hands. you sit up to get a better angle, but you're not as quick as he is, as adept at being a brat, and when he yanks on the towel, your whole body nearly comes off the couch, arms almost coming out of their sockets.

"bakugou!" you squeal, and he cackles, evil, and grabs your hands when you try to smack him. your massive, stinking, freight train of a best friend deposits his entire body on yours, crushing your lungs with his back as you cough, "get off!"

he doesn't say anything, choosing to pretend he's watching whatever is on tv and that he can't hear you — which you could believe, because bakugou likes trash television more than he lets on — and your hands are trapped at your sides and you can't breathe and so you bite him, right in the neck.

"ow, fuck!"

when he moves, he moves fast, and you're only hope of retaliating before he flips around and grabs your wrists and holds you down is to roll the both of you off the couch. his body thuds, deep and heavy, against the carpet, and you trap his hands beneath your knees as you straddle his hips, adjusting your full weight so you can at least try and keep him down.

beneath you, bakugou sneers. "you've got five seconds t'get off me before—"

"one!" you shout obnoxiously, rolling your eyes just to hear his annoyed snort. "two! three! f—"

his body snaps up into a sitting position, nose bumping yours as he rips his hands from beneath your legs. a scream tears out of your throat as you wiggle, surprised, trying your best to stretch your arms over your head and around your back so he can't grab them; if he does, it's game over for you.

"stop!" you shout, choking out a shock of laughter when he brings his legs up, trapping you in his lap against his chest. a little grunt leaves him as you jostle, but the tension at your back never lets up, not even when his mouth sets in a firm line and a sharp exhale leaves his nose. "let me go," you tell him, squirming again as he reaches for your hands. "i'm not playin' around."

"too bad, y'shitty nerd." he says, gruff, and when you stick your tongue out at him, he buries his face in your neck and bites, too, taking advantage of your shock as his fingers close around your wrists.

"no!" you scream again, trying in earnest just to get away from him completely, but he holds your hands behind your back and keeps you squished so tightly into him that you can only breathe shallowly, and his free hand goes to ball into your shirt at your side and —

— and his face is red, you realize, delayed. you can almost feel the heat from his cheeks with him so close, and you take in the flush of his neck, how it spreads down to his bare chest, crimson and fevered. his tongue darts out to wet his lips, nervous, almost.

"what?" you breathe, quiet, as if speaking too loud will break your playful bubble, and his eyes jump around his living room before landing back on you, narrowed and black.

"what?" he echoes, voice pitched and mocking. "you lose, dumbass." and even though he closes his eyes and grits his teeth, there isn't any hiding from how hard he's breathing. how subtle he's trying to be about spreading his legs.

all at once, everything kind of — falls apart.

bakugou is a man now, much to your horror; it feels like you've closed your eyes and opened them in the lap of someone else wearing your best friend's face. there's serious muscle definition in his shoulders and biceps, and you can feel yourself getting lost in the curves and valleys of him like never before. he's — you're — so close. more than it feels like you've ever been, even though you know that's far from true.

this boy used to pin you down in the yard and threaten to lick your face, the both of you grass-stained and covered in sweat. you've tackled him face first into the ocean on various vacations, running behind him quietly and plunging his scrawny, shirtless body into the waves as they rushed forward, uncaring of what you were wearing or how it twisted when you both came up for air.

saliva is still drying on your neck from where he bit you and, unthinking, your eyes dart down to his lips; plumper than you ever realized and parted, just a bit, enough that you can feel his breath on your cheeks. and you wonder —

bakugou grunts quietly, shuffling himself so that his back is leaned against the couch, and you half-expect him to just let you go because things have — changed. but he doesn't.

instead the new position has his legs a little wider and you've sunk a little further and you're now very aware of exactly what's changed, and how much. you can feel him twitch, just barely, and the hand he has at your side balls tighter into your shirt, jostling you minutely in the process.

and finally he opens his eyes and stares at you — cheeks burning, eyebrows furrowed — and you stare back — heat lighting up your body to an uncomfortable degree as your stomach flips.

you wonder what he would do, if you kissed him. what it would feel like. what he would taste like.

you move your hips with purpose, stuck on the new and foreign change it does to him; bakugou's always been a tough little brat, and you made him cry a handful of times when you were younger, but this weakness is — different. there's so much you know about him and yet even more for you to learn, and you find yourself consumed with the desire to explore this new, enticing territory.

his lashes flutter gently when you grind against him, tentatively, and then his head thumps back against the couch as the muscle in his jaw sets. half-lidded, his red-hot gaze jumps from your face down to where you're seated against him and back, and it's only after you move again that you realize — he's watching you, too. discovering.

the fist he has in your shirt loosens and his fingers burn your bare skin when they slip under the material to grip your hip. at any moment, you're half-expecting him to tell you to cut the shit, to shove you off and ask what the hell is wrong with you. why you're being so weird, doing things friends don't do to each other. but he doesn't.

you're almost certain that if you put your hands on his chest, you would be able to feel the mirrored, nervous pace of his heartbeat; it only takes the faintest tug of your hands for him to let you go, his grip falling to the other side of your hips. you can't tell if he means to hold you in place, or keep you going.

you spread your fingers out and, gently, as if you've never touched him before, run your hands up his chest, watching the bob of his adam's apple when you rest them on the sides of his neck. stabilizing yourself a bit, before testing the waters again.

bakugou's eyes are nearly black and when you don't stop, he looks down to resume watching the movement of your hips, the way his sweatpants bunch up and tug, and you feel a little zing up your spine with his every sharp inhale and sharper exhale. even his jaw falls a little slack and, fuck, you've never seen him like this.

you never thought you'd want to, but now — you don't think you'll ever see him any other way again.

his eyes go a little wide when you lean into him, brushing the tip of your nose against his. neither of you have said anything and maybe you should keep it that way, lest the bubble burst, but you feel like you're going a little insane.

quietly, around your own heavy breath, you ask, "does this — feel good?"

you can feel the temperature of his cheeks spike, but he nods shallowly regardless, and you press your mouth into his throat to bite him again, just lightly. it should be so that he's a little biter; the feel of your teeth makes him jump, has him angling his head so that more of his neck is exposed to you. when you soothe the barely-there indentation with the flat of your tongue, his breath hitches and his shoulders shake on a shudder and he groans, like he's angry.

"hah, fuck."

the friction in his lap isn't doing much for you, realistically, but his reaction is what has you aching, has you drawn tighter than a bow string. you feel yourself growing antsy for something that you won't name, because friends don't do that, though you can't help but to wonder if he's ever done it before.

you've had a few boyfriends. had a few experiences that ended quickly and left you feeling exposed and uncomfortable and a little in pain, and even though your girl friends insist that's normal — it's nothing like this. bakugou might not last much longer, if the grip he has on your hips is any indication, but not a single piece of your clothing has been removed and you're hot and getting sort of desperate and you know your underwear are a little more than damp.

you want to dismantle his long-standing composure. you want to be — maybe — the only one that gets to see him fall apart like this.

he's been your best friend your whole life, afterall; this experience should be yours. he should be.

the thought has you shivering a little bit and bakugou bucks up against you, pulling you down hard in his lap. dragging across the thick and solid length of him becomes even more clear and another, stronger zing has you letting out a breathy little sound into his ear. it makes him groan again, this one almost whiny, but he closes his mouth to muffle it and you don't want him to do that so you tighten your fingers in the hair on the crown of his head and — just to see, in a way you've never done before — you quietly whisper,

"katsuki,"

and he loses it.

one of his hands slips up your shirt to splay against your back, forcing you closer to him so he can bury his face in your neck, and his hips become insistent, urgent, rutting up against yours eagerly.

"fuck, oh fuck, fuck," he groans into your skin, fingers gripping you so tightly that you think he might actually leave burns behind, and his shoulders tremble before he goes totally still.

for a little while, you both sit there and let your breathing even out as reality sobers you from whatever lust-drunk haze you'd both been in. distantly, you think you wouldn't mind if he pinned you to the ground the way he always does, only this time to peel all your clothes off, right here on his living room floor. but he doesn't.

doesn't say anything, just shudders every now and again, and you think you're starting to feel the wet spot soaking into the front of his sweatpants.

you pull back just a little to look at him and he lets you, face just as red as he stares back at you, like he's the one waiting for you to freak. a little bit of red has returned to his eyes, though they're still swollen and dark with want.

when you lean in again, to bump your nose against his, bakugou snaps back away from you.

"wh-the fuck are y'doin'?" he shifts his eyes to the ground and they go wide. horrified, maybe. all the blood rushes in your ears and you don't know what to say, so he continues. "i-i don't have time t-to sit around all day, so—" bakugou shakes his head and you think he's going to kick you out, and he must know it, from how stiff you go. "so, you better know what the hell you wanna eat."

your bubble has burst; you nod silently and he glances up at you twice before swallowing.

"well, i can't get dressed with you sitting on me, so get off." when you remain quiet, he finally raises his head to look at you head-on, fisting the edge of your shirt again so that you'll look back. "d'you..." bakugou wets his lips before biting them, "need anything?"

"uh," maybe to shove your head down the drain and drown yourself, so that you can get rid of all the not-so-nice feelings that are creeping up beneath your skin. instead of that, you tell him, "just the bathroom, maybe."

"hurry up then," he mutters and even tries to roll his eyes, though it feels anything but casual. "don't...take for-fuckin'-ever."

and then he's up, quick to stand so that his back is to you as he disappears around the corner to his room, leaving you to yourself, trying to smooth out the wrinkle he's left in the corner of your shirt.

[justalonelybitch]

The Net Between Us

Volleyball Player Yunjin x F!Reader

Genre: High School AU, Angst, Fluff

Warnings: swearing, mentions of arguments, injuries, jealously, men, reader is lowkey bitchy and yunjin is a lil toxic, it's giving enemies to lovers but they alr lovers

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“You’re staring again,” your best friend whispered lowly, gently tugging at your uniform sleeve to get your attention. “Sorry,” you murmured, drawing your disheartened gaze back to the girl beside you. “What’s up with you today?” Chaewon questioned handing over your water bottle. Your eyes naturally drifted back to your girlfriend who stood on the far side of the school gymnasium while contemplating the inquiry. “It’s nothing,” you brushed off her concern upon meeting Yunjin’s blank stare, swiftly spinning around in hopes of avoiding her gaze. “You’re lying,” Chaewon noted, eyes narrowing when you flashed her a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

“Just tired,” was all you uttered, breathing a sigh of relief when the coach blew her whistle, resuming practice. Moving through the motions of the drill proved to be difficult for your scattered brain to carry out, body moving clumsily with a mind of its own. “Y/n!” The coach yelled out in warning when you collided with another teammate. Your eyes widened when you glanced up to find a familiar head of orange hair and two strong hands steadying you by the waist. “You okay?” Yunjin asked, tone laced with a worry that brought all your emotions bubbling to the surface. “I’m fine,” you grit your teeth, the words coming out far harsher than you’d intended.

“Y/n..” Yunjin trailed off, grip on your waist tightening and brows furrowing when you glared up at her. “I said I’m fine!” You exclaimed in exasperation, shoving her hands off you as though her touch burned. “Sorry,” your girlfriend mumbled dejectedly, backing away with sagged shoulders. You forced yourself to look away despite the pang of guilt that struck your heart. “Take a minute to cool off,” your coach ordered upon observing the interaction, sending to the bench as she began organising teams of three for practice games. Your leg bounced up and down, gaze finding the floor in an attempt to rid your mind of your girlfriend. Though the harder you thought, the faster your mind wandered back to last night's argument.

Lifting your head in hopes of losing yourself in the game, you quickly found yourself growing distracted by Yunjin yet again. Only this time she engaged in a hushed conversation with your coach, the two occasionally sparing glances your way. Your eyes narrowed in suspicion when Yunjin turned away from the coach with an appreciative smile before making her towards you. A scowl crept onto your lips when she silently took up the seat next to you, hand casually landing on your knee, halting its anxious bouncing. Clenching your jaw, you angrily smacked her hand away, making a show of shifting away from her on the small bench. 

“Jesus fuck Y/n, what is your problem?” Yunjin finally broke, sick of you blatantly ignoring her. “You at the moment,” you snarled, arms crossed over your chest. “Fucks sake, how many times do I have to apologise? It was one stupid argument.” She questioned incredulously, tongue poking the inside of her cheek as she ran a hand through her orange hair in frustration. “It wasn’t stupid to me,” you seethed, abruptly rising from the bench and storming away from her. Yunjin rolled her eyes at your flare for dramatics, following closely after you as you charged towards your coach with purpose. Your girlfriend arriving just in time to hear the tail end of the conversation. 

“Sub me in too,” Yunjin requested upon overhearing your desire to play. You huffed in annoyance but didn’t protest when the coach blew the whistle and tossed a jersey in your direction. “Join Chaewon’s team,” the coach instructed, sending Yunjin to the opposing team much to your relief and Yunjin's dismay. “You good now?” Chaewon questioned when you reached her side. “Let’s just play,” you grumbled, eyes fixed on Yunjin who stared at you with a look of determination plastered on her features. Your best friend only shook her head as she glanced between the two of you in amusement.

You sprang into action as soon as the whistle blew, knowing your girlfriend was bound to target you with one of her famous jump serves. You received the ball with little to no difficulties, satisfaction growing as you caught a glimpse of Yunjin’s eye twitching in anger. Chaewon set the ball to your eager junior Eunchae who spiked it into the polished wooden floor without trouble. Smiling widely, you gave the younger a cheerful high-five. Yunjin watched you through the net, feeling herself melt at the sight of your beaming grin. Her determination to win quickly snapped her out of the momentary daze, but her lips still curled into the faintest of smiles as her eyes lingered on you.

Rotating your marks on the coaches orders you found yourself standing directly in front of the girl you’d spent your day avoiding. Swallowing the bitter taste that clung to your tongue at the sight of her irritating smirk you pushed yourself to focus on the game, not the player. Eunchae served this time, the ball flying right towards your senior Sakura. The eldest of the team received it easily, the ball reaching the peak of its arc before gracefully descending into Kazuha’s awaiting fingertips. Your eyes followed Yunjin closely as she leaped into the air when the ball left Kazuha’s hands. Following suit, you jumped with your arms raised, wincing when the ball collided with your palm.

Yunjin scowled when she landed, the echo of the ball landing on her team's side mocking her. You narrowed your eyes at your girlfriend, feeling your undoubtedly red palm stinging from the impact. Tension lingers between the two of you as Yunjin’s glares back at you through the net. She only spared a concerned glance at your hand when you turned away to celebrate another point ahead with your teammates. “We’ll get the next one,” Sakura comforted your girlfriend with a pat on the shoulder. Yunjin grit her teeth in determination, she swore she wouldn’t let you block another one of her spikes. “Give me the next one,” she instructed, receiving a nod of confirmation from Kazuha.

Sakura started the round off with a jump float serve Eunchae clumsily dived to receive, gliding across the hardwood floor. Chaewon rushed to dig the ball which flew over the net, a free ball for your opponents. A sense of déjà vu overcame you as Sakura recreated her perfect pass to Kazuha. Yunjin began her run up, surging into the air by the time the ball left Kazuha’s fingertips. Similarly to last time, you jumped with your hands raised, only this time your girlfriend spiked the ball with far more force than she had previously. Yunjin had decided that if she couldn’t get the ball past you she would have to go through you.

A shriek escaped your lips as the ball clipped your fingertips, knocking them backwards forcefully. You collapsed upon landing, an overwhelming pain surging through you as you cradled your hand. Yunjin’s eyes widened as she hurriedly ducked under the net, kneeling by your side in an instant. “Fuck Y/n, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” She bombarded you with questions upon reaching your side, placing a hesitant hand on your shoulder. Her previous irritation dissipated the second you glanced up at her with tear filled eyes. Still angry, your weak attempt to shift away from her resulted in groan escaping your lips as your aching fingers caught the fabric of your shirt.

Yunjin’s forehead creased in a deep frown as she peered down at you. Not only were you crying because of her rash actions, but you were also hurting yourself trying to avoid her. “We’ll talk later, just let me help you right now.” Yunjin proposed, reaching out to swipe away the stray tear that rolled down your flushed cheek with her thumb. The sincere worry swirling in her chocolate brown orbs prompted a hesitant nod of agreement from you. “The two of you better not be arguing by the time you get back from the nurses office,” Chaewon threatened before giving the two some space.

“Can you walk?” Your girlfriend asked, offering you her hand after rising to her feet. “I didn’t break my leg, did I?” You retorted snarkily, Yunjin merely raising her brows at your comment. “Sorry,” you winced regretfully, grasping her hand with your uninjured one and allowing her to pull you from the floor. Your girlfriend’s gaze remained on your rapidly swelling fingers as she escorted you out of the gymnasium, overcome by her guilt. “I’m really sorry baby, I never meant to-” “I know,” You cut Yunjin’s apology off, flashing her a tired smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. It was only then that Yunjin took the time to properly take in your appearance for the first time since your argument.

“You didn’t sleep last night,” Yunjin observed, brows furrowed in concern. “How was I supposed to after what happened?” You asked, your girlfriend pursing her lips pensively. “I’m sorry for that too, I should’ve apologised sooner.” She mumbled, giving your hand a regretful squeeze. “It’s fine, Yunjin.” You brushed her off, putting aside your anger in favour of forgiveness. “No it’s not. Just because I didn’t like how touchy that guy was being doesn’t mean I should take my anger out on you.” She uttered, pausing in the corridor so she could face you. “I’m sorry too, I overreacted and blew things out of proportion.” You followed her apology with one of your own.

“I just wish you would trust that I can handle things on my own,” you expressed with a pout. Yunjin was quick to release your hand in favour of cupping your cheeks with a gentle firmness. “I do trust you baby, I trust you with my whole heart. It’s other people I worry about,” your girlfriend explained hoping you’d understand. “I know, and I appreciate you trying to protect me all the time.” You smiled gratefully, heart swelling with warmth as she gazed into your eyes. “How about we try and talk things out next time? I don't know about you, but I'd prefer that to yelling and ignoring each other.” You proposed, receiving Yunjin’s eager agreement in the form of a peck on the lips.

“Hey, you were the one who ignored me!” Yunjin accused, eyes narrowed playfully. “And look where it got me,” you huffed, raising your injured hand into her line of sight. “Shit, I forgot about that.” Your girlfriend gasped, pressing an apologetic kiss to your cheek. “Give me a proper kiss,” you demanded with a pout. “Only because I feel bad,” Yunjin murmured before her lips brushed against your own, lingering for a sweet moment. “You sure that’s the only reason?” You questioned when she pulled away. She hummed sheepishly, a blush dusting her cheeks. “Let’s get you to a nurse!” She abruptly exclaimed, rushing off through the corridors in hopes of concealing her flushed state.

She only realised she’d forgotten to bring the very person who needed a nurse in the first place upon arriving at her destination.

missed opportunity to write for bball player yunjin smh

[crissiebaby]

A Steady Stream

“Hey guys! It’s SleepyLunaHypno, back again with another Lil’ Luna stream!” said hypnosis streamer, Luna Hideri, kneeling on the floor and waving to the eyeball-shaped camera perched on the edge of their computer desk. Their heart raced as their heels sank into their padded rear, never letting them forget the fact they were currently double-diapered; a necessity considering what they were planning. “So, for tonight’s stream, we’re going to do something a little different.”

Sitting before a pair of earmuff headphones, Luna became flushed with arousal as they lifted them up and presented them for their viewers to gawk at; the spiral-painted sides filling their hypno-loving brain with horny thoughts. “Those who’ve been keeping up with me on Xwitter know I’ve been hard at work on a special secret project,” they said, increasing anticipation and viewership simultaneously. In real life, they were a shy fox who actively avoided others. But here, in the safety of their room with thousands of horny people watching their every move, they felt like a Goddess. Slipping the headphones over their ears, a lustful smirk curled across the kitsune’s face as they continued their opening monologue. “For the past two months, I’ve been hypnotizing myself Pavlov-style by listening to a pinging noise whenever I wet my diaper. And tonight, you’re going to help me test my progress.”

Unsurprisingly, the chat for Luna’s stream instantly blew up over the lascivious news, causing their watcher numbers to excel past their previous highs well before the fun had even started. This was definitely going to be their best stream yet. “Hehe! Happy to see everyone is as excited as I am!” they said, their tail wagging eagerly at the camera. “Each dollar given to my steam equals one ping in my headphones. I wonder how long it’ll take before I’m leaki–”

PING!

“W-Woah!” stuttered Luna, already receiving their first donation before they could finish their introduction. After weeks of dedicating themself through Pavlovian conditioning, part of them found it hard to believe a simple sound could cause them to lose all control. However, Mr. Ivan Pavlov’s classical hypothesis turned out to be resoundingly correct as urine gushed into the base of their inner diaper. “Holy crap! I-I actually did it! I’m really wetting myself!” Their libido was sent spiraling out of control as they fruitlessly rebelled against their body’s natural impulses.

PING! PING! PING! PING! PING!

Without warning, a large influx of monotonous dings impacted Luna’s eardrums, resulting in the grasp on their potty training further slipping away. “Oooh!” they moaned as they continued to piss themself silly with a seemingly endless amount of fluid. Stretching their neck upward to see their monitor, their eyes went wide with fear and fervor over the three-digit total they’d already amassed. Perhaps charging more than $1 per ping would’ve been wise. “I d-don’t think two diapers is gonna be enough…”

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[strawhatkia]

luvr boy.

INCLUDES ! izuku midoriya x black!fem!reader

GENRE ! fluff

SYNOPSIS ! general relationship headcanons with izuku !

WARNINGS ! cursing, fem!black! reader, we still in high school y’all, a little uraraka slander (read to understand), edited

WORD COUNT ! 1.6k

A/N ! another repost, i had to break it up bc it was a lot of text - izuku motherfucking midoriya. the blasian himself. isaiah niggadoriya. him with a black female? him with a melanated goddess? i think it god’s greatest gift to give izuku ‘deku’ midoriya a beautiful, melanated, healing black woman and for me to write about it.❤️🥰 also, i hate the way uraraka is written and i will not hold back

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pretty boy- the prettiest 

alright!! let’s start with wash day!!

…nigga did not know shit-

 poor baby grew up with inko, bless her straight headed soul, so he had no clue how to probably take care of his hair

all he had was h e a t  d a m a g e

“zuku, how do you do your hair?” “huh?” “like what do you do?” “uh well, nothing really, i just wash it, that’s it.” “…” “what? why are you making that face- IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH MY HAIR?!?”

everything…everything is wrong…

aight sis, grab yo detangler, rat-tail comb, hard brush, sulfate-free shampoo, co-wash, conditioner, deep conditioner, protein treatment, all your oils, patience, and strength

and for the love of everything that is great- throw away his 3-in-1 before he give me a fucking heart attack

chile- you couldn’t even see his fucking scalp. his hair was so matted and curled up tightly together that it hurt to look at it 

don’t let him go out this house like this no mo, hear me?

but it’s nothing you can’t fix, give the lil boy head some TLC and watch them curls pop!

first wrap that towel around his shoulders, put a pillow on the floor and sit him down in between ya legs and start the marathon of old all might and black people movies you gon’ be there for a while

lil boy would not sit still and he was tender-headed pick a struggle; at this point it was either get popped by you or suffer the pain from his scalp…he chose the latter

mans almost fell asleep while you was shampooing his hair and when you put the hot oil treatment on his scalp- slumber  

after everything, you twisted his hair and gave him a bonnet

“uhm...why are you giving me a hat?” you almost slapped the taste outta his damn mouth

after explaining, he put it on; little did he know it was an expect copy to yours, just a different size

“baby, we’re matching!” ”yes, izu, we are. do you wanna take pictures?” you have just made his night. 

the pictures were posted all over insta and has them pinned on his account you betta bet mina was all in the damn comment section ; later, he would print them out and put them on his desk so he can look at when he sat down or went to bed

when you took his hair down the next day, he went to the mirror and baby had stars in his eyes

“it looks so cool!” “i’m glad you like it, izu”

he talks about you to all might all the fucking time to the point they both know you better than ya damn self

which is really annoying because all might be wanting them "one on one" talks and it will irk you to talk to him because everything will be "but young midoriya said..."

to be honest, he went to all might for love advice....don’t ever let him do that again. mans was using the most corniest lines but since it was izuku, he got away with- tell me you not cheesing thinking about him saying the "roses are red, violets are blue line" with the cutest blush...im waiting

golden hour, his favorite time of the day

this man will drop everything just to see you at golden hour like when the sun is just starting to set, he will rush into ya dorm room just to watch you

it's like therapy for him to see you relaxing under the setting sun and see your brown skin shining, i just feel like this time would be the time he reminds himself that he is incredibly lucky to have you and will literally do anything to keep you relaxed like this

"zuku babes, what are you looking at?" "nothing~" "whew boy you are so far gone" "hm?" "oh! uh...love you !" "hm, love you too~"

side note: ...if you hear a camera click, don't be surprised

izuku loves affection, giving and receiving

his giving love languages is acts of service and a lil bit of quality time; his receiving love language is physical touch and words of affirmation

so it’s important that you meet in the middle and give him praise, shit works like a charm

go up to him, pat and rub his curls and tell him that he did a good job and one of two things will happen

one: he'll tear up a lot and ask if you're sure or two: he'll blush really fucking hard

as for his giving love, he'll just kinda follow you now until he is told to leave. don’t do that. just don’t.

let him leave on his own, you'll make him feel like he's bothering you otherwise 

ask him for cuddles, he’ll drop almost anything he is doing to do so

even if you just drop hints about it, he’ll just smile and just take you somewhere quiet before sitting down or laying down to take a nap with you (nap dates with zuku !)

i think my heart just busted outta my chest i love him so fucking much

if you wanna match his acts of service, when he’s sick or just really busy at hero work studies, take notes for him in class. he will love you forever i promise. 

and best believe, that he wants your attention on him at all times

remember them head pats? let’s say you give them to todoroki or tsu for doing some reason

poor thing is definitely sitting in a corner somewhere sulking

he doesn’t want to get upset because that’s his friends and he's glad that you are getting along but he would be lying if he didn't feel a little salty about it

later on, he will ask for some and if you refuse for any reason, he’ll look at you like you just tore out his heart…cause ya did

and GOD FORBID if you give more attention to bakugo instead of him…it is now in God’s hands

he’s throwing you over his shoulder and walking away from bakugo, not before throwing him a glare which later on ensues another fight between them

he only did it because he doesn’t like you getting too close to bakugo, no matter how much he cares about him being his childhood friend

i would like to think there's always that underlying fact that yes, you can handle yourself, but he also knows just how capable bakugou is and lowkey does not want to risk it

please remind him that you do love him and that he is a good boyfriend with all the hugs, cuddles, and all that other good shit

he loves to write about you in his notes, he has AT LEAST 4 notebooks about everything about you as well as somethings he wish to say to you and a little souvenirs from moments between you two that he found special

he has a special item from the time he figured out that he loved you and wrote down in detail what happened and how he felt about it 

when you find these notebooks, do not, i repeat, DO NOT tell him that you found. just take the damn notebook while you can and run

give it back and you'll never see it again.

but most definitely tell him about all the things you read and watch him turn bright red

“so, you did get jealous when I gave Sero that hug the other day?” “HUH?!?!? H- H- HOW DID YOU FIND OUT!!?” “*holds up notebook marked ‘Y/n L/n’* Maybe because wrote about it…in detail” *cue the screams of embarrassment and horror*

nah but the amount of times the boy has gone off on a tangent about the little things he loves about you in there will get you flustered-

for drama sake, let’s talk about uraraka

short story: you almost knocked that bitch teeth in

long story: yes, deku used to like her and yes, she almost got him but that did not work out and guess who got him first ! tbh, you started out good friends with uraraka apart from the dekusquad but she never told you about her lil crush until it was too damn late !  

and little miss thing was not happy about it; “after all this time…he gets with her!!”

i think you noticed at first her lil sly ass actions and remarks but don’t give in, let her make a fool of herself and watch her run around in circles

be calm and stay two steps ahead, it will work out in your favor ! and it did !

the next person that noticed was tsu, however, she was on your side about this because she hates petty shit and people so what uraraka was doing was not to her liking at all ! 

the other two, iida and shoto, caught on to it (iida wanting uraraka to at least remain civil and shoto just watching from afar) but deku remained oblivious for a while

he just wanted to be friends with everyone so he kinda just...didn't notice or thought she was mad about something else

i feel like uraraka would get beside herself and start saying reckless ass shit to express her frustration but it would only end up with her getting her ass beat and shunned from the group until she got her act together

you can guess what she said but all imma say is….she really lost her god damn mind and paid the price

what's worse is she really did try to make it seem like you stole from her...but dum dum was the one who didn't speak up? until the very last minute? which...sounds like a personal problem? sssoooooo, stay mad?

everyone in class did figure it out and it was just lowkey sad to see her get so messy but in the end !

izuku loves you very much and would do anything for you 

you are his happiness and he’s thinking about spending forever with you

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Hello ! How are you? Hope you're having a lovely day<3 this is a weird request so feel free to ignore haha! What about a Legolas x reader where the story is based on the song "Lily" (by alan walker). It just randomly came in my mind and thought it would be cool 🤭🤭 thank you!

Lily ~ Legolas x Fem!Reader

A/N: I am alright, wbu?? Thank you so much for requesting!! I had so much fun with the song and I really hope you like the story! I actually almost posted it before adding a bit more Legolas huhu cause like I barely had him in the story even though it is a story for him?? Kinda?? But I think now he really is part of this story and not just the reader hihi

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Warnings: fluff, lil angst, mention of death ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Words: 4.3k ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Request: Yes (thank you <33) ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Meleth Nin ~ My Love ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Le melin ~ I love You ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Hiril vuin ~ My Lady ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Aranel ~ Princess ࿐ྂ

Summary: Being a princess with a gruesome father as a king makes you only wish to run away. So you do and run directly into the arms of an ethereal prince

The sound of your feet hitting the stone path outside of the castle walls filled your ears, as you quickly turned around the corner. Your hands were tightly holding onto your dress, making sure that the fabric is far away from your running feet. “The princess went that way!” A guard shouted, following into your direction. You knew they were hot on your tail, they always were. This wasn’t the first time you attempted to run away from a kingdom you have learned to despise. The king, your father, was a ruthless man with no sympathy left for his children. Especially after the passing of your mother. Oh, your mother was the loveliest woman known to Middle Earth. Her heart was made out of gold and every single person that crossed her path was left astonished at the pure kindness she gave away. She was a Queen, who ruled with the goodness of her soul, the complete opposite of your father nowadays. As the Queen still wandered the halls, your father was like her. His radiant smile accompanied his heartfelt actions he shared not only with his family, but also with the whole kingdom.

He was a king that knew how to properly care for his citizens. That was until the Queen fell ill. The sickness quickly taking over her body and making her bedridden. Only her family was able to visit her. You remember sitting by her side, holding onto her hand with your much smaller one. You were still a little girl. Your older brother sat on the opposite side of you, grasping her other hand tightly. “Mother, when will you play with me again?” You innocently asked, a smile gracing your lips. She let go of your hand and put it on your cheek. You leaned into her slightly cold touch. “My dear (Y/N), I will play with you very soon. Do not fret about it my child. Maybe your brother is willing to play with you for the time being?” She tilted her head to the side, as she looked at your brother, awaiting an answer. “Of course, mother, what would you like to play (Y/N)?” His eyes were a little glossy, but you of course didn’t notice. “Let’s play tea party!” You enthusiastically jumped off of the bed and took your brothers hand in yours, pulling him out of the chambers.

Weeks passed and your mothers condition worsened with each day. “Father, will mother ever be all right again?” You once questioned him, after finding him in the kitchen. A bottle of wine in his hands. His eyes were brimmed red and tear streaks were staining his cheeks. He didn’t even look at you, as you slowly began to approach him. But before you get the chance to talk with him again, a guard rushed into the room. He was breathing heavily, almost as if he rushed all the way here in search of the king. “Your highness, the Queen.” The king set the bottle onto the table at once and approached the guard with in quick few strides. You followed behind, almost running to catch up with the two. Approaching the door to his chambers, he almost threw it out of its hinges, as he kneeled at the side of the bed. Grasping onto the Queens pale hand. “My love, are you alright?” He tentatively asked her, his thumb rubbing loving circles onto her skin. Her head was resting on a pillow as she looked at him. Her eyes were glistening over as she slowly began to speak. “My king, I am sorry to depart so soon from you.” A pause settled in, followed by a coughing fit. Your father quickly grabbed a glass of water that set at the bedside table and handed it to her.

After taking a few sips, she continued. “Please take care of our wonderful children. They deserve to feel loved and experience the warmth we hold for them.” Tears were flowing down the kings’ cheeks. His free hand was clasped over his mouth, in order to stifle the sobs that escaped him. You have never seen your father in so much pain. Carefully approaching the both of them, your mother noticed you first. “My dear (Y/N) sit down.” She gently pet the spot on the bed, right beside her thigh. Lifting your tiny body onto the bed, you took your spot beside your mother. Opening her arms for you, you immediately threw yourself into her embrace. Her fingers gently stroked through your hair, as she hummed a soft tune. “Don’t be afraid of the big wide world my child. I will always be with you, either in your heart or the stars.” Tears were streaming down your face as your heart began to ache. “Mama, I don’t want you to leave.” You sobbed out, holding onto her. “Shh I know my child, but it will at some point be everyone’s turn to return to the stars. Mine might have come too soon but I will not be completely gone. Like I said I will be always right here.” She gently pointed at your chest, where your heart was beating away. You buried your head deeper into her, listening to her slowing heartbeat. The pain in your chest tightened, as you felt someone try to rip you away from your mother. “No, no!” You struggled against your brothers’ grip, as he carried you out of the room, where your mother slowly began to close her eyes. The las thing you saw were the white lilies, sitting on her bedside table.

“Got you!” A guard harshly grabbed your arm, as you tried to round another corner. “Let go of me.” You tried to push him away, however his grip was stronger. Other guards followed soon suit and escorted you back into the castle. A huff left your lips, as they shoved you back into your room. “The king will attend to you and your poor escape plan tomorrow morning after breakfast.” The guard closed the door behind you, a soft click indicating that he also locked it once more. Groaning angrily, you threw yourself onto your bed. You let out a frustrated scream, that was muffled by your pillow. After letting a bit of your anger loose on your plush bed, you turned to your bedside table and took out the paper you had stored neatly away. Walking towards your desk, you used your quill and drew another line next to the other eleven.

Twelve times you had tried to escape. Twelve times you successfully were brought back into this wretched room with your awful father and your oh so loving brother. A knock filled the silence of your room, as you heard a click and how the door opened. Footsteps approached you, before angrily turning you around. “Have you lost your mind?” Your brother angrily asks you, shaking you by your shoulders. “This is what, the tenth time you tried to escape? Are you insane?” “Actually, it was the twelfth time.” You muttered. He raised an eyebrow at you, before letting you go. “I know you do not agree with fathers’ way of ruling the kingdom and how he married you off to another, but risking your life to get away from a perfect one? That is just utterly stupid.” “Perfect? My perfect life? I think you are the stupid one. Father is cold hearted and does not care for anybody but himself. He sold me off to a man thrice my age! Have you seen the way he looked at me? He is like a sleezy little weasel!”

Your hands were thrown around, to visualize your point of how gruesome the man was. “I know (Y/N), but this is what he wants and it is the only safe way to get you out of his grasp and out of this fallen kingdom.” His eyebrows scrunched up in worry. You knew he cared for you. You knew he only meant well as he told you in advance about this marriage. But this is not the live you wish for yourself, neither for anyone else. A sigh left your lips as you looked at your brother Alaric. “I know, but at this point I don’t even know what is worse. Being married off or living in a kingdom with a man who burns every house down.” Alaric gently smiled at you. “(Y/N) please just promise me to stop running away. Mother wouldn’t want that.” “Mother wouldn’t want me to be married to a pig either.” He sadly sighed, before letting go of you and walking towards the door. “Catch some sleep my dear sister. Father will probably rip you to pieces tomorrow.” And with that, he closed the door behind you.

The sunny rays of the morning lit the dining table up, making it almost look idyllic. Wouldn’t it be for the awful scorn that your father wore day and night on his face. It was quite and you almost didn’t even dare to breath. Suddenly the king threw his utensils on the table and looked at you from a distance, before standing up. “You awful child! Are you trying to ruin this kingdoms reputation by running away? I am doing you a favour by marrying you to a noble man! And you just humiliate me with your stupid little actions.” You stayed quiet, gaze focused on your plate. “You will be sent away in a week. The marriage is going to happen as soon as possible.” “What?! You can’t do that!” You stood up from your place, rage filling your body, mixed in with the shock of the news. “Father, I have to agree with her. It wouldn’t be the right course of-“ “Silence!” The kings booming voice bounced off of the stone walls. Some guards even flinched at the sudden noise. “I don’t care what is right and wrong. She will be sent away. Her actions lead to this misery and now she has to pay for it somehow.” Your hands tightly held onto the edge of the table. Taking deep breaths, you tried to calm yourself down. “I apologize my king, but this is absolutely inappropriate and totally ridicules.” The words slipped out of your mouth like pure venom. He raised an eyebrow at your statement, while Alaric looked between you and your father. “You are such a stupid child. You have the world at your feet and you are still unhappy. So ungrateful.” “Ungrateful? Ungrateful?? You are the worst man to walk this earth, right beside this nasty man you married me off to. You are out here ruling a kingdom and kicking it with your feet, while spitting onto the poor citizens who try to get by somehow. They barely have any money and you hoard it like the dragon Smaug once did to Erebor!” You seethed, throwing your napkin onto your plate. “I am done eating your disgusting food and being in your unbelievable terrible presence.” Walking towards the doors, the guards opened the doors for you, as you quickly exited them and marched over to your chambers.

Night quickly approached and you found yourself laying on your bed, hands folded over your stomach. You stared at your ceiling, thinking about how things would have been different if your mother was still around. Closing your eyes, you let out a sigh at the painful memory of her departure. Turning to your side, you cuddled into your blanket.

You were running once more, but this time you were deep inside a forest. Your lungs were burning as you quickly duck behind a tree, in order to lose the guards running after you. The quietness was eery, as the sun was replaced by the moon. It was dark and the only light source you had was up in the sky. You came out from your hiding spot and carefully walked around the forest. A shiver went down your spine at the distant sounds of grunts and howls. Your eyes were wide, panic flooding your system, as you quickly looked around you. A twig snapped and you immediately turned into that direction. “Is there someone out there?” You asked tentatively, praying that it is not a beast which is about to pounce on you.

Instead, a beautiful elf walked out behind a tree. His white hair was partly braided. He had a bow in his hand and the matching arrows were strung on his back. “Don’t you worry.” The elf slowly began to approach you. He put his bow back with his arrows, to signify you, that he wasn’t going to hurt you. “Who are you?” You ask him, still trying to keep somewhat of a distance between you. “My name is Legolas, what is yours?” Telling him your name you mustered him from head to toe. “What are you doing out here?” “I could ask you the same Hiril vuin.” You tilted your head at the unfamiliar word. Legolas smiled at you gently, taking a seat at a fallen tree. “It means ‘My Lady’.” You sat down beside him. “Where are you from?” Curiosity filled you, as you looked at him. “I am from Mirkwood. It is quiet the journey from here.” “Really? Is there a chance, that I could go with you?” Your eyes were filled with hope. This could be your chance to get far away from your father. “Well, you can surely travel with me, but I doubt that my father will allow you to stay forever.” “Your father?” “The king of Mirkwood.” Legolas said, standing up and holding a hand out to you. “I will only share my story, if you are willing to share yours.” A soft smile graced your lips as you stood up, not taking his hand. “Well, there is not much to know about me my prince.” You said as the both of you walked deeper into the forest, pink lilies lining your way.

“I think you must hold quite a deep story, if you, as a princess, run away from your home.” The prince looked around the dark woods, making sure that no thread would approach you. “I was born to the most heartwarming king and queen. However, my mother died while I was only 4. I barely even remember her, but she left a great impact on the king. He turned cold-hearted and pushed me and my older brother Alaric away.” A frown graced your face, as you explained the story of your family to Legolas. He nodded, his gaze focused on you. “I just wanted to be free after all the hardship I had to witness and endure under his rule. I know that my brother will steer the kingdom into the right direction once more, but until then I wish to hide away.” You honestly explained. “Is this why you want to travel to Mirkwood?” You nodded at his question. “It is not the only reason, but definitely the one that impacts this decision the most.” The both of you walked through the forest, until the sun slowly started to ascend into the sky. Both of you shared different stories, about your journeys or the tragedies that formed you to be the people you are nowadays. “I am so sorry for your loss.” You said to Legolas, as he opened up to you about his mother. “It is alright. At some point the pain fades away. A sad smile graced his lips. Spotting a yellow lily, you point at the beautiful flower.

“Do you know the significance of the lilies?” He shook his head after pondering about your question for a while. A smile graced your lips, as you gently let your fingers glide over the petals. “The yellow lily symbolizes thankfulness, as well as joy. I think it also gives off the energy that one should push through hard times. It also gives me the feeling of reassurance. That I will be fine eventually.” Legolas smiled at your explanation and held out his hand to you. “Does this make you my yellow lily?” A blush dusted your cheeks as you looked up to him. The sun was hitting him gently, making him look like an ethereal angel. Your lips parted in awe. “And you must be my pink lily.” You said, before taking his hand. Coldness seeped through you, as you woke up with a jolt. Looking around you, you noticed that you were still laying in your room, hidden deep inside the castle. You stared at your hand that just brushed Legolas’ one. Shaking off the feeling of missing something, you stood up and prepared for the day.

The day passed by in a quick frenzy. Spending most of your time with your brother Alaric, as he walked you through the preparations of your upcoming wedding. He also praised you for cooperating so well for the time-being. Of course, you sometimes let one or two cruel comments slip, but nothing that did any significant damage. You also did not argue with your father this time during dinner. Both of you tolerating the other one’s existence. As soon as you prepared yourself for bed, you jumped under the covers and slipped into dreamland, praying to see the prince once more. It was the same scenario. You running through the woods and bumping into Legolas. “Hello again Aranel.” A bright smile graced your lips, as you approached him. “So, you actually remember me?” You asked him, as happiness washed over you. He remembered you. The prince who, strangely enough, did not leave your mind the entire day, remembered you. A chuckle left his lips. “Of course I remember you (Y/N). How could I not? A beautiful princess, running through the woods all alone. It is not something I see every day.” Blushing slightly at the compliment, you began to follow him through the forest. “Well, I wasn’t so sure. This is after all a dream. Or is it not?” Legolas pondered in thought for a moment, eyes focused on the small path the two of you were walking on. “It is indeed quite odd, but I think this is not just a dream.” His gaze wandered to you. “Maybe this is some kind of sign? Do you perhaps think about running away from your kingdom?” “Yes, all the time. I even tried to do it a few times, however I have always been caught.” You pout at the thought of you constantly being dragged back into your room.

“I think in that case it might really be a sign. Maybe you are meant to run away.” Your eyebrows scrunched up in thought as you pondered about the elven princes’ words. “Even if it is a sign, how would I get past the guards? The farthest I went is out of the castle’s front doors. I would never make it to the woods.” Your hope was squashed at the realization of your failing plans. “I’ve tried twelve times. I would know if there was any chance left for me to flee.” Legolas took his place beside you on the log. “Maybe you should approach the matter differently now. Change up how you escape or change up when to escape.” Your eyes looked up at him. “But my father makes sure I never leave the castle by day and locks me up by night. Plus, I only have a few days left until I will be sent away.” Legolas tilted his head, urging you to continue your story. “I am supposed to marry another man.” Fisting the dress in your hands, you let out an angry huff. “You still have a few days left, try to form a plan and look at the schedules of the guards. There has to be a loophole. And as soon as you find one, we will reunite in this forest.” His eyes were glistening like stars under the moonlight. You stare back at him, as you began to lean towards him. “I will return to you, my prince.” You say, before laying your hand on his cheek.

Days and nights passed, as you intently looked into the schedules of the guards, as well as several other routines. You knew when they would pass your room and when they put the key in your lock at night. Writing everything down, you created the perfect escape plan in order to run away. The only thing holding you back being your brother. You loved him and he was the only family member you could really count on. You knew that you were going to miss him dearly, but you had to get out of there. Today was the last day and you made sure to spend as much time as possible with Alaric. Even if spending time with him lead to you having to deal with wedding preparations. “You really have changed over the past few days.” He suddenly said, as he ticked off another item on the list. You looked at him confused. “What do you mean?” “Well, you haven’t really argued much with me or father. You didn’t even try to run away or sabotage the wedding.” You nodded gently at his reasoning, guilt creeping up slowly. You knew that Legolas was partially the reason behind why you are so calm and down to earth. The two of you have spent quite a lot of time in the dream realm, constantly sharing stories and laughing together.

Suddenly grabbing you, Alaric tucked you behind a corner. “What are you planning (Y/N)?” Your eyes widened. Did he find out about your plan? “I don’t know what you are talking about.” He raised an eyebrow at your denial, before pulling out an all too familiar envelope. “Care to explain this then?” A shiver went down your spine as all the hope left your body. You bit your lip as you stared at the paper in his hand. “You have a detailed plan on how to escape this kingdom. You even wrote down the schedules of each guard. Have you lost your mind?” You knew he would be angry if he saw that, so you just stared at the floor. Shame filling your body slowly as you listened to him. “Have you lost your mind to not tell me and properly saying goodbye to me?” Huh? Your head whipped up as you registered your brothers’ words. “What?” You dumbfoundedly asked. He opens his arms for an embrace. “Please be careful out there (Y/N). There are creatures hiding in the dark.” A tear slipped down your cheek as you threw yourself onto Alaric. “I will miss you my dear brother.” You whispered, tightly holding onto him. His hands wrapped around you, as his hand gently brushed through your hair. “I will miss you too my dear sister.” After the heartfelt departure, you went down to your mother’s grave. White lilies were in your hand, as you kneeled down in front of the stone. Her name was written in cursive letters. “I wish you could have been here mother. I mean technically you will still follow me on my journey but please, take especially good care of Alaric and father. They both need you more than I do.” You lay the white lilies on the grave, before walking back to your chambers and preparing for your run.

The sun was setting, as you quietly slipped out of your room. Looking around each corner, you made sure that nobody was crossing your path. This was your chance to escape. This was the day you have been waiting for. This was the day you would reunite with Legolas and join him on a wonderful journey. Jumping out of a window, you quickly began to sprint down the road. Your hood was covering your face as you darted through the dark shadows of the castle. The sun was still up, but barely visible at this point. You ran as fast as you could. Your lungs began to burn as you saw the beginning of the woods. The familiar blaring of the trumpets announcing your disappearance to the whole kingdom. But you didn’t care, for you have reached the forest. Pushing away branches and walking over some bushes, you saw Legolas in a distance.

A smile graced his lips as he spotted you. Brightly smiling at him, you quickly rushed towards him and embraced him in a hug. “I can’t believe this is really happening. You really came.” You lovingly look up at the elven prince, as he held you by the waist. “Of course I did Meleth Nin. I promised you that we will meet again.” His hands reached for your own, intertwining your fingers with each other. The touch lets electricity free, as you finally realized that you could touch him. You could touch him. A giggle left your lips, making him tilt his head to the side. “What are you laughing at?” “I just can’t believe that I am finally free. I am finally with you after nights of not being able to touch you. Only seeing you in my dreams. I was scared that you were just part of my imagination, but you are so real.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, gently embracing him. He laughed softly, as he drew circles on your back. As the both of you parted away, he moved his hand to your cheek. “Le melin.” He whispered, before leaning down and gently placing his lips on yours. Your arms tightened around him, as heat travelled to your cheeks. His lips felt like the early morning rays of the sun, gentle and warm. He tasted like spring, refreshing and filled with love. You already craved more of his lips and him as he slowly detached himself from you. Legolas hand however, was still holding onto your own. “I think we should go Meleth Nin. They are after all still searching for you.” You nodded softly, but before you followed him deeper into the woods you took a look back at the kingdom, noticing one lonely white lily laying on the ground. A smile graced your lips as you jogged up to Legolas, took his hand and made your way to your new home. Mirkwood.

[nekohime19]

Mini Mac #9 : Befriending the feral lil guy

Macaque finally recognized that Wukong is kinda his friend! Wukong's efforts paid off, 😌

The flowers were beginning to bloom through the frost of winter and the first hint of warmth crawled beneath the thick grayish sky of the cold season. Spring was on its way, and thus Macaque's hibernation (if you could call it like that) was coming to an end. The black-furred monkey fastened the bags around his body and stepped outside of the stone mansion, he breathed in the soft sweet-scented air of the water-curtain cave and began to wander. First, he climbed the nearby peach-tree growing beside the mansion and perched himself in the highest branch. He liked to see the cave from one of the highest points; it enabled him to see which trees were bearing fruits and where the flowers were blooming. Macaque didn't need much fruit, contrary to many other seasons spent on his own, now the black-furred monkey had a friend (of some sorts) bringing him food on a daily basis. Even if some parts of him were still suspicious of the golden monkey intentions, he had to admit that the sage had paved a way inside of his heart as a friend. Macaque never had friends before, he didn't know how to act around one. He indulged the King at times, conversing with him, but he still felt awkward most of the time. 

The black-furred monkey ripped one of the nearby leaves and jumped out of his branch, he used the leaf as his personal parachute and, quite elegantly, landed in the corner he was eyeing seconds ago. He took some flower petals, specifically the one he used to create his sleeping powder and stored them in his bag. He was so focused on his endeavor he failed to notice the fuzzy fur-ball watching him, hidden in the high grass. 

“Ghost!” Macaque flinched and turned around, he crossed eyes with a familiar cub, Yue if he recalled correctly. She was looking at him with stars in her eyes, her tail wagging uncontrollably. 

“How did you…” Macaque was surprised, he didn't see anyone in this corner. Yue chirped, the kind that didn't truly mean anything but held a strong sense of happiness and excitement. Surprisingly enough, she didn't touch him, perhaps Sun Wukong told her not to. If there was one person those troublesome fur-balls listened to it was their King. “Calm down, calm down.” Panicked the macaque. Yue stopped chirping and looked at him intently. “Alright, what do you want?” 

“She wants to play.” Macaque startled and looked up. Sun Wukong was leaning over them with a smirk on the edge of his smile. “I came over when I heard lil Yue's chirps.” Explained the sage when he caught sight of Macaque's confused face. “So, do you wanna play with her?” Carefully asked the sage, he crouched down before them and scratched lil Yue's chin, the cub leaned in his touch eagerly. Macaque opened his mouth, ready to refuse, he didn't like cubs, they were loud. But he finds himself unable to once he saw Wukong's hopeful face and lil Yue's puppy dog eyes. 

“Maybe a little, but not for long, I have other things to do.” Sun Wukong brightened considerably, he translated Macaque's words to lil Yue and she exploded in joyful chirps. “So… what should I do?” Macaque has never been around other monkeys much, at least not in an intimate way. He knew their tongues, there were few languages he hadn't heard of, but he wasn't familiar with their customs and their behaviors. Sun Wukong kindly took lil Yue on his lap and calmed her with a few scratches. 

“Hm, I think she just wants to touch you for a bit, if that's alright. Also, something about shadows?” Macaque was impressed by Sun Wukong's ability to understand lil Yue's chewed chirps, the only one he recognized was “Ghost”. Sun Wukong took lil Yue's paws and tried to entice the black-furred monkey with little waves. Macaque rolled his eyes but he approached cautiously. He sat before the cub and put one of his hands in her chubby paws, she squealed in joy and kindly squeezed it. He let her mess with his hands a bit before retrieving them and manipulating the nearby shadows. He created little animals made of darkness and made them play with each other. When he looked up both lil Yue and Sun Wukong were intently watching, pupils dilated and tails wagging. 

“Why are you both looking like that?” Asked Macaque with a raised eyebrow. 

“Nothing, just… I didn't know you could do that. It's amazing!” Cheered the King as lil Yue clapped with stars filled eyes. 

“It's nothing.” Mumbled the black-furred monkey with flushed cheeks. 

“What, no ! It's so cool, I have never seen this before.” Argued the sage. “Lil Yue agrees with me.” Added Sun Wukong as he petted the excited cub. Macaque looked away, ears flickering in joy. He didn't showed this type of shadow magic often. When he tried to showed it, at the time he lived outside of Flower Fruit Mountain, people cowered. After all, shadow magic was often feared for its mysterious nature. So it was odd to be praised, to see his art (if he could call it like that) being liked.

“W-well, I could show you more… I have a few other tricks…” Shyly proposed the black-furred monkey. 

“Really!? Please do!” Cheered the King, he settled the cub more comfortably in his lap and eagerly leaned over the macaque. 

Macaque took a deep breath and gathered the nearby shadows. When he looked up and found both monkeys watching with smiles on their lips, he felt happy. 

+cut scenes 

Yue *chirps excitedly about Macaque* : 😆

SWK : I know you wanna see him again but Macaque is a cautious one. 😔

Yue *chirps sadly* : 🥺

SWK *Who cannot handle sad baby faces* : Okay, okay, try to not startle if you see him. Don't touch him. Maybe then he'll be…more inclined to be friends. 

Yue : 😊

Yue *bragging about being able to see Macaque's magic* : 😆

Others cubs : 😯

Macaque : why do I feel like I'm being watched? 🤔

Others cubs *hiding and following him around*: 🫣

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[timeslugarts]

Hellooooo I just saw that you’re taking HH requestsssss!!! Also I hope you’re having an amazing dayyyy!! (Also take your time, no rush here hun)

Ok so a Lucifer x (f) reader where she and a few of her performance group get invited to do a dance for the king of hell himself and many others at a party with some of the most important figures of hell. The reader, while performing, catches Lucifer’s eye and so after the group performs Lucifer FINALLYY gains the courage to speak with her and appreciate her talent.

If you can do this that would be greatttt!!! ♡♡

Ahahaha! I did it! I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope you'll enjoy reading it 💖

LUCIFER X PERFORMER READER

Your nerves were singing, this might be the biggest performance of your whole career here in Hell. The Lucifer, King of Hell, big boss on campus, asked for your group to dance at his gala personally. This could be everything, the thing to bring your group to the next level.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, you needed to make sure everything was perfect. You were fidgeting with your bottles, and palettes, making sure your makeup was perfect. Adding extra glitter to make sure you stood out and sparkled on stage.

"Alright ladies, it's time to go, break a leg everyone!" Your manager announced to the group of you. Taking a slow steadying breath you stood up. Time to go.

Lucifer sat on his throne at the far back of the ballroom, Asmodeus and him deep in conversation, just trying to catch up since he's been away for so long. It was nice seeing Ozzie again, he was always one of Lucifer's favorites and they fell right back into the rhythm of things.

"So have you been looking for any fresh meat since Lil's been gone?" Ozzie said, wiggling his brows, Lucifer blushed.

"Wha… I, no-" Lucifer stammered, he really hadn't thought about anyone like that in a long time.

"Oh come on your highness," Ozzie said with a grin, "you have to get your tail wet at some point, it's not good to be hung up over the same woman for the rest of your life."

He sighed, "yeah I know, it's just-"

Your performance had begun.

You had stepped out center stage to a single spotlight and begun to move your body to the rhythm. Lucifer was starstruck, he had frozen mid sentence, enraptured by your beauty and grace. Ozzie noticed too, he raised an eyebrow at his demon lord, grin growing ever wider.

The rest of your group had joined you on stage as the music came to a crescendo. All of you moving in time, bodies sweaty adding extra shine to the already copious amounts of glitter.

Lucifer still hadn't moved, Ozzie wasn't even sure he'd blinked, growing a little concerned he waved a hand in front of his face. Lucifer reached out and held his wrist tight to stop it from moving, it was an automatic reaction, like a robot. Lucifer held Ozzie's wrist for the whole rest of the performance.

Once your group had finished, taking a bow as everyone clapped, Ozzie leaned over and whispered, "you know I can get you her number if you want?"

"I, what?" Lucifer had snapped back to reality all at once, dropping Ozzie's wrist instantly. He was so stoopified by your dance that he hadn't even realized what he'd done.

"Yeah, they perform for me in the Lust Ring all the time," Ozzie leaned even closer, brow cocked, "who do you think suggested they perform tonight?" He grinned at his easily flustered boss, noticing the pink dusting his cheeks. The King of Hell was such a baby sometimes. "Or… I could introduce you?"

"I think I… have to go." Lucifer rose from his throne and dashed away in a panic hearing Asmodeus' laughter the whole way.

He was in a quiet hallway far from the rest of the crowd, his heart was hammering in his chest, his blood felt thick. He hasn't had that sort of immediate reaction to anyone since he saw Lillith in the garden. He placed a hand to the wall to steady himself, his knees wobbled a little.

"Are you ok?" Lucifer whipped around, and just his luck, there you were. You had changed out of your dance outfit and were wearing something more casual. Glitter still stuck to your face and hair though. He wanted to reach out and brush it away.

Instead he rubbed his hands together and noticed how sweaty they had gotten.

"Y-yeah, I'm… I'm ok." He chuckled weakly. God he was making such an ass of himself.

"Oh my god, you're Lucifer." You had looked starstruck. "Thank you so much for letting us perform here for you, it was such an honor." You bowed before him a shy smile gracing your features.

"No no, don't… don't do that." He said taking your shoulders and correcting your posture. "You were truly an experience, I'm the one who should be honored."

His charming smile lit your cheeks on fire, not to mention his hands still lingering on your shoulders. You couldn't believe how kind Lucifer was being, you could feel the butterflies in your chest.

"Th- thank you so much, that truly means a lot." You smiled gently his way.

It was his turn to blush, quickly taking his hands back and rubbing them together anxiously, when had they become so sweaty?

"Would… would you like to go to dinner sometime?"

What.

You stared, wide eyed, mouth open. He looked so shy, his eyes were avoiding yours at all costs. You giggled causing him to perk up.

"Of course, I would love to." You smiled.

"So, tomorrow at 8?" He was so suddenly very excited, he did it, asked you out and better yet, you said yes!

"Perfect!" You were grinning ear to ear matching his enthusiasm.

"I'll see you then!" He gave your shoulder a warm squeeze and promptly exited the gala.

Lucifer was standing on the sidewalk outside of the building when he realized that in all his excitement he didn't ask you for your number, he had no way of contacting you.

"Shit." He mumbled as he made his way back inside.

[azulsluver]

FINALLY ANOTHER YANDERE TF2 BLOG

I’ve checked your blog out and I’m finding out you just recently added tf2 🤭 since requests are open can I get something about the post you did of Scout falling for the teams enemy. Can you write a reaction about realizing they have the hots for them? Spy and Scout pretty please with a cherry on top and thank you 🙏🏻

This one got a lil kick to it

Note that I personally have red and blue tf2 characters have different personalities (bc I made my lil tweaks for blue team as my ocs :3)

tw. yandere, gore (?), description of violence, stalking, implied psychological torture, mind break.

Scout is just that guy. So when you’re face planted into soil or concrete you have already given up on fighting back. It’s harder and less gruesome this time, there isn’t a chance to exchange snarky insults when a bat is smashed into your gut.

You don’t wanna point fingers but you’re so sure the Scout is targeting you. Not even going after your Medic, it’s always straight towards you. There were plenty of times you wanted to confront him about it but that just makes you look silly to pout about.

So when you did have the balls to corner and yell at him to piss off, his winning smile would be the last thing you’d see before being blasted with his scattergun.

You’re beyond furious for not being taken seriously, this feels way more personal than fighting over land, it’s as if you offended him in some way.

Scout definitely takes is personally. Like who even are you? All high and mighty on the enemies team with your cute little weapons. It pisses him off so bad he doesn’t even know why. There’s a deep hated settlement for the Blue team, your other teammates don’t catch his eyes like you did, you want his attention so bad dontcha?

When it’s another day of going out to work you almost wanna stay back. But your team needs you as much as you needed them. So you suck it up and pray that Scout would get tired of you one day. You think of what could go wrong, or how it could get even worse. To the point where you’re forced against the wall with his metal bat strangling your neck, the cold steel crushing your windpipe as Scout eyes you up.

“I felt as this could’ve been way more easier on your part, ya know, take ya out some’r real nice. But you wanna be difficult, huh?”

“I mean, I know you got the hots for me, all the babes do.”

His grip lacks in pressure as he geeks to himself, prideful. Taking large amounts of breaths, your hand finds its weapon and clumsily hit him over the head.

It knocks him off you, you’re wheezing and lightheaded as you stumble on top of him. Your fist repeatedly bashing into his face, all the pent up anger slowly releasing as you come to a stop. Holding onto his dog tag with one hand and the other in his hair.

You can say you fantasized the day Scout would fumble into your hands, where you can put the little shit in his place and show him just exactly why you were hired to be here.

The blood dripping down his nose and mouth was not flattering, but god did it feel good. Scout can only suck in his breaths through busted teeth and nose, hazy eyes staring up at you so adoringly.

Putting an end to it, leaving him back in respawn, Scout shudders as he falls backwards on his ass. His heart racing of feeling alive, dead before, but it felt amazing by your hands. The way you looked at him like he was some scum, angering you might be his new favorite hobby.

However, he had to show you what happens when stunts like those get out of hand, don’t you know only he can do that to you?

Spy didn’t think to find himself in love. Not exactly love, loving someone doesn’t make you repeatedly stab their back more than usual. Lingering, waiting, for you to be alone so he can pounce. It’s ungentlemanly of him, but he doesn’t wanna stop so soon.

Just the smell of cigarettes has you on edge, you know it’s your Spy, damned look-a-like. It leaves you paranoid, like a dog with its tail between its legs.

Anyone can be him. Is your Scout a little too nonchalant? Or did you feel unease at your Engineer not answering you in the dead of night, but it’s Engineer, the poor guy needs sleep. But so do you. You can’t feel comfortable in your own base. Always looking over your shoulder, that Demo has been too touchy with you.

It leaves things complicated, one, Spy isn’t so sure on how to reciprocate his feelings with you. It’s unprofessional to date coworkers, one on the other team to be exact. He won’t deny the terror on your face amuses him, it felt nice to know he left a permanent presence that has you petrified. It’s selfish of him to want and indulge, so he carefully, makes himself known in your life. Understand he’s here to stay.

Some psychological damage is being done, you’ve seen plenty of fucked up shit, but being human can only get you so far. It’s gotten to the point you begged your Medic to give you some sorts of medication to sleep better. A place where Spy wouldn’t be able to get you even if he had your physical body back in reality.

You need sleep. He’s making you lose it. You’re losing it and the bags under your eyes are proof.

War leaves something for everyone, a part of you is within those battle grounds. By his hands, laying dead in his arms as your body disintegrates into nothing. You’ll be back at spawn. Dreading to step foot out back to chaos. Because you can see him waiting for you.

Spy needs you without a doubt, you have shown that you aren’t capable of caring for yourself. A mercenary is strong and stable, you were once, yet he’s stripped away a valuable part of you.

[faeflowerz]

The First Years Crushing on their Upperclassman (PT 1)

I think it'd be cute. Besides, the first years are absolutely adorable and I would die for them. I would. They're honestly my favorite group bc of how well they play off of each other.

Warnings: Characters thirsting for people older than them, Me thirsting for anime boys in general

Characters: Deuce, Ace, Jack

Deuce having a crush on his upperclassmen would be pretty adorable. He's already fidgety around girls so when he's got a crush on someone, it will show. He remembers how it happened. Deuce was running late for homeroom and crashed into you, sending all your stuff scattering to the floor. He's apologizing over and over again as he helped you pick everything up. Then, he bowed and you giggled. Deuce is so serious sometimes and you find it cute. You patted his head, letting your hand linger just a bit as you considered how soft his silky hair is. "It's fine, sweetie."

From there, he's a mess any time he interacts with you. Sweaty, blushy, tongue tied, the works. You'd think it was a romance anime with the way he's acting.

"U-uh, senpai, I w-wanted to ask if...you could tutor me sometime? I mean...well..."

"Senpai! I g-got this from the Mystery Shop! You don't have to accept it if...huh? You will?"

"If...you're not busy...I have a track meet after school...if you'd like to come..."

Yes, our usually bold n brash recovering delinquent is really into you. And you stand there smiling and waiting patiently for him to make it through his sentences. You've started to crush on him too, actually. He's always so passionate and earnest and admittedly, you had been checking him out long before you officially met. It's Deuce that confesses first, but he blurts it out as if he'd explode if he didn't.

Ace is shameless with his crush on Senpai. We expect nothing less from him. His boyish charm is insanely attractive and it carries him for the most part. Light brushes of your arm, winking at you and some other stuff I'm sure he asked his brother for advice on. He's had a gf before so this should be easy, right? Right?

HAH! His senpai is going to make him work for it. You volley back a lot of his flirting, and when you're unexpectedly playing the same game, he's speechless. Your touches linger, you get into his personal space, you talk to him like he's a clumsily little boy. It's all maddening and exciting to him.

"Ace, you know better than to talk to me like that. Did you talk to your lil girlfriend that way too?" You purr softly as you tug lightly on his tie. Now, he's blushing so hard that his heart tattoo nearly matches the rest of his face. Personally, I hc that ADeuce are into older people/attractive to older people respectively. Like I said, their boyish personalities are just too fuckin cute.

Ah, anyways, Ace is speechless and it's you who finally confesses. He's your new pet and training him is the best part of your relationship.

Jack crushes on his upperclassmen and it's literally puppy love. He thinks the way you carry yourself is inspirational. You breeze through the school with your head held high and secretly, Jack thinks youre cooler than Leona. When you brush past him once, he's particularly interested in the way you smell. I think he's into scents. He's gotta be. Anyway, if it's shampoo, cologne or just your natural body, Jack is really really into it. So much so that he knows where you are pretty often. Sometimes he follows you or his tail wags when he's doing something else. Like, literally you turn the corner before he comes into the hallway and his ears are alert and he's sniffing the air. Very low key about it though.

So the period goes fine until you're listening to instructions. Jack's by your side and Vargas is going on and on. You're bored to tears until you feel something twhap twhap twhapping on your butt. You nearly jump out of your skin until you realize that nobody's behind you. Is it a ghost? They like to bother people during gym the most.

He must get closer to you. The scant scent trails aren't enough. When you officially meet, its through a crossover class for PE. You're not abysmal, but having a good buddy for the period would be essential. Before you can assess who you want, Jack is awkwardly standing next to you. "Do you...need a partner?" And when you say yes, you see his eyes light up. Was he...surprised that you agreed?

Until you subtly glance behind you. Jack's tail is hitting you! Its so fucking cute that you stifle a laugh. He heard you and it clicks that he was thumping your ass. Once Vargas shuts up, Jack is trying to find a way to apologize to you but you stopped him. "It's alright, I'm not upset. Besides, it makes me happy to see you excited. You like being around me, don't you?"

"...Yeah...I kind of do..." when you reach out to pat his head, he's surprised and extremely flustered. "H-huh?!"

"You're such a good boy, Jack. I like being around you too." From there, you seal the deal even though he sort of confesses first.