#but he's quite the opposite. he's usually the first to jump head first into hard labour without second thought

[nabaath-areng]

" First impressions last. "

[yaymiyas]

THE TALK

warning: yandere!isekai!crown prince, he is very mean in this, female reader

a/n: this is TECHNICALLY not a part two to the introduction but it sort of is….. it jumps from the conversation to the breakfast……..enjoy! ALSO ALSO ALSOOOOOOOO technically its female reader bc you got reincarnated blah blah

looking at the fragments of bacon he didnt want to eat, he let his fingers drum against the edge of the white plate. the fact that you, the daughter of a whore, lover to none, and nuisance to all, was right beside him made his food hard to swallow. the two of you sat in the dining room, and while he sat at the very end of the table with his back facing the door to the kitchen, your usual spot would be that of the opposite side. right across from him, back facing the entering door, but it seems after the poison didn’t hit quite deep enough in your veins, it did affect your brain because, for some reason, you thought it was brilliant to sit directly next to him. you weren’t as talkative as he would have thought of you, ever since you have learned of the activities he had decided to partake in, you started to demand his attention. at first, it didnt bother him much, since he himself started to believe that he was focusing solely on gracie that your suspicions were bound to grow, and grow they did.

for weeks, months, up until the poisoning you were all up on him. he was certain that you were attempting to skin him alive and wear him as a coat it was all mildly unpleasant but more irritating. saer never had a taste for you; rather, he actually hated you. to no one’s fault but his own fathers, he was forced to marry you out of pregnant promises. your father, sir tudor, wasn’t the poorest dope saer’s father has ever seen, but he was the loyalist. he worked on the gwynn estate, doing a multitude of things for the family, automatically gaining the trust of the duke and then the king himself. at the time, king gwynn was more fascinated with how a man with such little knowledge could become his most loyalist man, but that he did. following the pregnancy of both the queen and your mother, he decided that the best course of action was to marry his second unborn son off to the unborn daughter of a freeloader.

an icy shiver runs down saer’s back, forcing him to shake his shoulders and head. looking up from your half eaten plate, raising your head to the sudden movement. he was quiet the whole time, poking at the small slivers of bacon like they were the nastiest things on earth. you werent surprised that he wasnt talking; no, you were actually relieved. it wasn’t because he wasnt attractive or anything, he certainly does look like the main lead; its just the talk you had prior to the breakfast that was replaying in your head. cynthia and amanda didn’t give you much information, since, from the looks of it, they didn’t want to say too much. either their heads were on the line or yours were. you never thought about asking tily, even though she was the one that brought you down here. it just felt too weird knowing she was the one who weirdly had something against you. from your fading memories of ‘obsession falls’, you remember reading online forums and tweets about the whole thing. it seemed like the only real crime edina committed throughout the whole book was wanting her husband to love her. she did everything he had asked of her, from the way she talked to her style of clothing, even to what letters she can reply to. in olden standards, she seemed like the perfect obedient wife. this might have been your first mistake, but you didn’t read too much on saer or his backstory, so you never really understood the reasoning for his hatred of his wife, but you knew it was deep and it was boiling.

clearing your throat, you believed it was a better time than ever to clear the air and get to your point. you never understood why edina allowed things to get as deep as they were, but she was made just to be killed. it sucks that no matter what you do or say, saer will always hate you because you are edina.

“saer,”

“ae.”

that stupid nickname. shutting your eyes tightly and fighting back against any light to seep through, you sighed heavily. the whole time, saer had been watching you carefully. even though it was from the corner of his eyes, he was indeed trying to calculate your next moves. it was kind of silly that your sudden change in physical response is making him antsy, but how can anyone fault him? the last time the air-headed cunt decided to change the way she was reacting, gracie was suddenly engaged to alastair and smiling in his face about it. it was enraging. other than the fact that you were in his life to begin with, knowing that the reason he couldn’t slit the throat of his ex best friend was all because you decided to breathe. those two minutes were the longest two minutes of his life. he watched as your head dropped down on the table, making a very sudden and loud noise with it. saer had sternly told any and all servants to leave the two of you be if any loud, disruptive noises were heard. he even double checked that he sent your nosey maids, cynthia and amanda, home around that time. he knew that if they were present in the building, you weren’t going to eat that poison.

it was infuriating to watch them care about someone as lowly as you. not just them, anyone. reading gracie’s letters, asking how you’ve been and to see you before she even utters a word about him, was beyond hurtful. it felt as if his whole world was falling apart, all because you decided to have superpowers and not die. this was the only way to get back at you. he has tried strangling you. he has tried slaying you. each attempt was caught by either maid, cynthia, or amanda. it made him sick to see you get dotted on. seeing the frilly outfits they were making you wear, as if you were a porcelain doll not worth anybody’s touch. you were disgusting. a disgusting being that deserved to die. so why. why were you here? why were you looking at him like he had done something wrong. 

“enough with the causalities, i would like a divorce saer.”

[orimuraa]

જ⁀➴ ♡ This is our 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙡 love - Nishimura Riki

(synopsis) ♧ y/l/n y/n was a sweet hufflepuff who had fallen for the devil, or in this case—nishimura riki. he was a slytherin who had quite a reputation in hogwarts but even though everyone told y/n to stay away from him, she just couldn’t. but he would never fall for her…right? ⋆⭒˚.⋆

slytherin!nishimura riki x hufflepuff!reader ♧ some angst, fluff ♧ catcalling (once), cursing, riki saves reader from some gross guys, a kiss at the end ♧ she fell first but he fell harder ♧ wc 2.1k

y/l/n y/n was one of the sweetest, kindest, soft-hearted people you will ever meet in your life. she belonged in hufflepuff and the sorting hat didn’t even need to touch her head before knowing that she was a hufflepuff.

nishimura riki was one of the most cold-hearted, snarky people you will ever meet. he had a huge reputation in hogwarts as the slytherin. he was always surrounded by his group of friends and a trail of fangirls following, wishing for even just a small glance their way—that never happened.

so when these two polar opposites cross paths, will they be able to get along? or will they ignore one another and continue living their lives separately?

the cold, winter air reminded y/n that the holidays were just around the corner, and so were the exams. she had been studying every second she got, preparing for the exams before her nice, long break.

as she walked through the gates, into the quidditch field, she saw the slytherin team gathered on the field. deciding to ignore them, y/n pulled her scarf closer to her face, and passed by.

“hey princess, why don’t you meet me at the common room later tonight and i can show you a great time!” one of the players called out. y/n winced at the harsh words but tried to ignore them, picking up her pace.

“hey! i’m talking to you!” geez, he wouldn’t give up. she turned on her heel, facing the quidditch team, hoping the guy would leave her alone after she looked at him and politely declined. instead of just one guy, she was faced by three, slowly moving closet to her and it gave her the ick.

"don't you know when someone's talking to you?" one of the three guys grunted. y/n recognized one of them as blaise zabini, one of nishimura riki's friends.

before the three could get any closer, a voice cut them off.

"yah! come on, we have practice to continue. stop being perverts and leave the girl alone," y/n recognized that deep, husky voice. it belonged to nishimura riki. great, i'm screwed now, she thought to herself.

"you okay?" a voice surprised her and looking up to see who it was, she was greeted with the handsome face of nishimura riki.

"y-yeah. thanks for helping me.." she murmured, suddenly feeling shy under the piercing gaze. the boy just nodded before walking away, back to practice.

y/n was now intrigued. she wanted to know what riki was actually like instead of perceiving him based off of rumors other students had told her.

but since they were the exact opposite of each other, it might be hard for y/n to get closer to him.

the following day, y/n was in her usual spot in the library, her nose tucked into the book she was focused on. however, she must've been so concentrated that she didn't notice the person sitting in the chair across from her.

it wasn't until the person placed their books down that y/n noticed their presence, jumping in her seat slightly.

"oh hi again! sorry, i didn't see you," she said, offering a warm smile to the boy across from her. once again, she ran into nishimura riki but this time, in a place she didn't expect to see him. he just nodded before pretending to study.

riki wasn't exactly a huge fan of the academics, but he was able to barely pass his classes. but after that interaction he had with this mysterious girl yesterday, he was intrigued to learn more about her.

he asked one of his teammates who the girl was and that's where he learned her name. y/l/n y/n.

he did know who she was because everyone in the hogwarts knows of "hufflepuff's sweethearts" which was a group of girls who were nothing but sweet and kind. y/n in particular though was the most popular out of all of them because people found her extra kind.

but the thing that shocked everyone once they get to know her better was the fact that she didn’t have a boyfriend. all of the other girls in the group have their partners but y/n doesn't. everyone is usually shocked by it because she's the kindest, yet she hasn't gotten a boyfriend yet.

it wasn't that no one had crushes on her—they did—but because y/n believed that none of them were the one for her.

y/n had been noticing riki more and more and she was starting to think it wasn't just a coincidence.

he would show up in the library at the same times y/n would, sitting right across from her and just reading a textbook. or he would purposefully seek her out and then "accidentally" bump into her.

riki was confused though. why was she making his heart feel this way? what were all these feelings he felt whenever he caught a glimpse of y/n?

y/n was going through a similar crisis as riki. she's never had a crush before so she wouldn't exactly know what to feel if she did have one, but she was sure that the feelings she felt whenever she would catch the gaze of riki was what a crush felt like. her heart would flutter when their eyes met, and she would quickly look away, turning into a blushing mess.

as the two of them lay in their own beds, one question lingered in their heads..am i in love?

this was driving riki absolutely insane now. he had come to the realization that he did in fact like y/n but how would he ever have a shot with her when people around her were telling her to stay away from riki cause he's "bad news". he prayed that she didn't listen to what they had to say about him and maybe had feelings for him as well?

y/n was going mad. left and right, she had people telling her to stay away from nishimura riki either because it was out of her well-being or it was some of riki's fangirls. she had accepted the fact that nishimura riki was her first crush but with the amount of people coming up to her everyday, she was getting very tired of it.

"hey wait up!" y/n stopped and turned around at the sound of a deep voice calling out to her. there, she was greeted with riki’s handsome face, a soft smile on his face.

“oh? hi riki, did you need something?” y/n asked, shuffling her feet around nervously. she noticed a couple of people whispering on the sides and sending judgmental looks towards her way. it sent a shiver town her spine.

“oh uhh no, i just wanted to ask you something,” riki replied awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

“go ahead!” y/n smiled brightly. god did that do something to riki.

“umm..yeah so, i was wondering if you maybe wanted to go on a date?…with me?…i know we don’t really know each other, but i just..” riki mumbled the last bit, not exactly knowing what else to say.

this was most definitely not what y/n was expecting. in all honesty, y/n didn’t even know what to expect. but definitely not this.

“no no no! i mean- yes! i will, i do want to!” y/n blurted.

“really? how about you meet me in the slytherin common rooms tomorrow at 12?” his eyes brightened, realizing that he was finally able to get the girl of his dreams.

“that sounds good! see you tomorrow then!” y/n smiled, probably as red as a tomato.

as the two parted ways, y/n noticed how whispers followed her everywhere she went. she only then realized that it was all because she agreed to a date with nishimura riki. the school’s “bad boy”.

today was the day of her date. all of y/n’s friends told her that even though they were unsure about riki, they trusted her and her decisions.

they helped her get ready, making sure that she was drop dead gorgeous. y/n could feel the butterflies fluttering around in her stomach. she was so nervous yet excited.

as she made her way over to the slytherin common rooms, she heard a couple of voices, making her pause before entering.

“oh come on nishimura, you’re not actually gonna date that hufflepuff. i don’t even know what you see in her besides for her pretty face,” y/n recognized the voice as draco malfoy’s. maybe he was right. why was riki even going on a date with her? it wasn’t like they even had much interactions with each other. was that all she was? a pretty face who was easy an easy game to play?

before she could realize, tears were pricking at her eyes. but she wanted to wait for riki to defend her. to say that he actually did like her too and he wanted this. but she never heard him speak up. the silence was deafening and each passing second of silence was like a stab to her heart.

she turned to scurry off, but of course, her foot just had to hid the door and make a noise, catching the attention of all the boys in the room.

“shit- it’s 12- fuck, y/n wait!” but riki was too late. he caught a glimpse of her glossy eyes before she ran off. fuck. there goes all his chances with her.

“uh oh. looks like nishimura’s girl heard-”

“shut the fuck off malfoy!” riki spat, ready to fuck him up. the pure anger in riki’s eyes were enough to shut draco up for good. “keep y/n’s names out of your filthy mouths or i’ll be sure to fuck you up.” he seethed before running out of the room and trying to make things right.

y/n was sat under the quidditch field bleachers, her head tucked into her knees, feeling so stupid and ashamed of herself. mostly because she had fallen for nishimura riki. what else was expected of him? of course he didn't actually like her. silent tears rolled down her cheeks as she bundled up her sleeve to wipe them away.

"y/n?? y/n are you here?" a voice startled her. his voice. y/n didn't know whether she wanted to hear him out or not. would she be able to face the harsh reality?

gathering whatever energy she had left, she pushed herself up and out from beneath the bleachers. riki immediately saw her and ran to her, praying she would hear him out.

"y/n! please let me explain! it's just draco running his mouth again! i promise this was genuine!" he begged. at this point, he would do anything for your forgiveness.

"is it true?...that you only got with me cause i was easy?" y/n whispered, afraid that if she spoke any louder, she would crumble.

"no! never! i swear that all my feelings were genuine. i know i shouldn't have let malfoy say all that shit about you. you're so much more than a pretty face, you have such a sweet and kind personality and you let me feel like an actual person rather than the reputation i've made for myself." riki rambled, running a hand through his hair.

y/n let those words sink in. so he really did like her back.

"you like me back?" she asked, finally making eye contact with the boy. riki could've sworn his heart almost broke when he locked eyes with your red and puffy eyes caused by tears. tears he caused to fall.

"i like you so much y/l/n y/n. and i mean it," he said softly, bringing a hand up to y/n's face and brushing the hair out of her face.

it's like time has stopped when I am next to you

riki slowly moved in closer to y/n, a hand wrapping around her waist.

it’s like a black hole in another dimension

the connection between the two was strong and y/n knew that he had to be the one she was waiting for all these years.

anomaly, like before light and space

the soft lighting of the sun hidden behind the clouds made the moment more surreal.

you are my absolute law, more significant than gravity

"can i kiss you?" riki whispered onto y/n's lips, their faces only centimeters apart.

a love that goes beyond words

"yes," and with that, riki smashed his lips against y/n's, their lips fitting together like puzzle pieces.

this is our paranormal love

the kiss was so soft yet filled with feeling. riki wanted to let y/n know how much he actually loved her. how much he's been wanting to do this.

more than normal love

y/n and riki stood under the bleachers, sharing a kiss full of love and passion. they were at the place where it all started. the quidditch field.

you arе my paranormal love

pulling away breathless, the two smiled so brightly. riki rested his forehead against y/n's, closing his eyes to savor this feeling and moment.

maybe falling for nishimura riki wasn't such a bad thing after all.

whew! here it is in all it's glory! i hope you all enjoyed this! if you did, please reblog and like! i appreciate it so much <3

for dani, congrats on 3k my love! it's such a huge accomplishment and it's crazy how much you've grown as a writer! i remember reading everyone's works for your 1k and 2k event and i'm so happy that i get to write a work myself for your 3k event! i can't wait to see you continue to grow here on blr <3 congrats once again dani!

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[d0youc0py]

heyy saw your post ab requests!!

can you do simon and konig seeing their s/o for first time without makeup, but she's rlly insecure and overthinking it, while he's totally clueless bc he doesn't think much of it until he realizes she's acting kinda weird. ending with comfort/fluff plss

“You’re mad at me?”

The question rang through your head causing a flood of confusion.

“What? No Konnie.” You assured.

“Why won’t you look at me? You’re barely talking to me. I did something to upset you.” Those sad blue puppy dog eyes nearly killed you. You rapidly shook your head.

“Konnie I would tell you if you did something. I just”- You cut yourself off. You knew Konig was the exact opposite of materialistic and vain, so you didn’t exactly know how to tell him how you were feeling without getting laughed at. “I’m not wearing makeup.” You said slowly. He squinted his eyes leaning forward. He didn’t stop til your noses were touching.

“I like it.” He stated. “You’re mad at me because I didn’t notice.” He also stated. You rolled your eyes.

“No Konnie!” You couldn’t really even hold back a smile. The fact that he was missing your point completely actually made you feel a bit better. Maybe you really didn’t look that different. “I just don’t feel pretty.” His eyes widened.

“How can you say that?” He mumbled. “I don’t like you saying things like that.” He grabbed the empty plate in front of you and began washing it. He muttered a few things under his breath that you couldn’t quite catch.

“What?” You pressed. He didn’t answer you and continued washing the dishes. Once he was done he sat back down with you. This was a common thing with Konig. Him needing time to plan out what he was going to say. At first it felt insincere- having to plan out exactly what you were going to say to a person. Then you realized it just made him all the more honest. He genuinely thought about things- instead of just giving the first answer that popped into his head.

“What do I call you?” He asked suddenly.

“Schön.”

“What does it mean?” He continued.

“Uh, Sweetheart?”

“No, that’s Schatz.” He said shaking his head. “It means beautiful.” That was enough to make your eyes light up. Schön was his preferred nickname for you when you were alone. It was usually mumbled against your skin, but other times it was spoken so proudly as if it were a fact. He held out his arms for you. You accepted his invitation and crawled into his lap.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered.

“Again.”

“Simon.” You groaned. “Can we do this later? My throat hurts.”

“Do you feel it?”

You paused.

“Again.” He insisted.

“I’m beautiful.” You muttered looking at yourself in the mirror. If anything this was worsening your self esteem. Having to stare at yourself next to your god of a boyfriend. Simon shot you a glare in the mirror.

He thought affirmations would help. After you had a small breakdown in the living room when he said you looked different. He didn’t mean it in a bad way at all, but that’s what you heard.

“When Johnny does this it works.” He muttered back, rubbing his jaw. Flashes of the Scot yelling affirmations to himself in the mirror before every mission flashed through his mind.

“That’s cause Johnny is hot.”

Cue another glare.

“You know what I mean. He just rolls out of bed- so do you. Do you know how much work I have to put in to not look ugly?”

“What did you just say?” His voice was so stern it caused you to jump. “You called yourself ugly?” He looked offended. His molten eyes were hard- but there was something else there. Hurt- maybe anger. Probably both.

“You know what I mean.” You sighed.

“No actually I don’t.” He spat. “Why do you talk to yourself like that? Makes me sick.” He growled.

“It doesn’t really have anything to do with you Si. It’s just how I feel without makeup.” You tried to explain. He wasn’t having it.

“It does have something to do with me. You think I have bad taste? That I’m attracted to ugly people? Well I’m not. I’m not saying I like you just because of your looks, you have a lot going for you, but you sure as hell aren’t here just cause you can make me laugh.” He shot back.

“Well you’ve only seen me with makeup.” You reminded. His brows furrowed.

“You’re still here yeah? I haven’t kick you out. You know why?” He took a step forward holding your face between his hands. “You are one of the most beautiful things that have ever happened to me. Don’t you ever insult my taste again, because I know beauty when I see it. Understand?”

A soft smile spread across his face when your glow came back. You smiled widely.

“Yes Sir.”

[otakusheep15]

Flufftober Day 4 - First

Content includes: Ace x reader, reader is referred to as "Prefect", getting together, gender neutral reader, author's inability to write Ace properly

Ace Trappola was a lot of firsts for you. He was the first person you truly considered a friend in Twisted Wonderland, along with Deuce and Grim. He was the first person to jump to your aid when you were threatened by Riddle during his Overblot, even if it meant putting himself in danger. He’s the first to congratulate you when you do well on an exam, even if it is in his own teasing way. 

He was also the first boy you ever loved. 

It was hard not to fall for Ace Trappola. He was the most average teenage boy you’d ever met, all false confidence and teasing remarks, but he was also much, much more than that. He was your best friend, someone you trusted more than anyone else. 

But you never once thought it would go anywhere. 

The day started like any other. You were lounging around Ramshackle, enjoying your day off from classes. As far as you were concerned, you had absolutely nothing to do today, and you were more than happy to curl up on your ratty couch with Grim and chill.

And then your phone rang, and all of your (lack of) plans were thrown out the window. 

You groan when you see the caller I.D., already knowing exactly what’s about to happen. Still, you pick up, unable to resist a call from him. 

“Hey Prefect, how’s it goin’?” Ace’s voice comes through the speaker, sounding shaky, almost as if he’s running. He’s also doing that thing where he pretends to sound casual, which means he’s about to ask you for a favor. You cut to the chase, telling him to just spill it already. 

“Jeez, harsh much? Can’t a guy just call up his friend for a chat?” After a curt ‘no’ from you, he sighs, confirming exactly what you already suspected. “Okay, so I may have upset Riddle again, but it’s not my fault most of these rules are so stupid. Anyway, I’m heading over to you, so be prepared. K, bye.”

And with that, he hangs up before you can get a word in. It doesn’t matter anyway, as you wouldn’t have denied him even if you wanted to. Even if it’ll get you in trouble, you always let him crash with you when he needs it. 

Soon enough, you hear erratic knocking on your door, and you open it to find Ace hunched over, panting as he attempts to catch his breath. 

You step aside to let him in, and he saunters in like he hadn’t been practically dying not two seconds ago. “Thanks Prefect, you always know how to help a guy out.” He flops down on your couch, scaring Grim, who promptly shouts at him before jumping down to wander off. 

After a moment, you join him, sitting next to him on the opposite end of the couch. You remain like that for a while, just sitting in silence and watching whatever you had on your tv. 

Clearly, this silence is too much for Ace since you can see him fidgeting out of the corner of your eye. He’s never been the best at sitting in silence like this, especially not when around someone else. 

Awkwardly, he clears his throat, trying to get your attention. He already had it, as per usual, but he doesn’t need to know that. 

He turns to face you, curling up so that his back is against the armrest of the couch. You do the same, mirroring his position. You sit like that for a moment, not quite sure what he wanted. It seemed like he had something to say, but now he’s just staring at you. You give him a look, prompting him to speak. 

“Well, only because you asked.” He huffs, pretending to be annoyed, but you can read him well enough by now. He’s happy you prompted him. “So, not to get all sappy, because gross, but, seriously, thank you. I know I can kinda be a pain sometimes, but you’re always so willing to put up with me. I don’t know why, but you are and… and I really appreciate that.”

He turns away, obviously flustered by the confession. You laugh a little, a mixture between surprise and amusement. It must have taken a lot of courage for him to confess something like that to you, not to mention how much he probably had to fight against his ego to get so sappy. 

At your laugh, he chucks a pillow at you, but it holds no force behind it. You catch it easily, holding it in your lap as you continue to watch him. His confession made you happy, of course, but you’re not quite sure how to take it. He could have easily just meant it in a friendly way. After all, the two of you are friends. Best friends. But, a small voice in the back of your mind holds out hope that maybe, just maybe, he meant it differently. 

Eventually, you pluck up the courage to ask what brought this on all of a sudden. Ace may be your best friend, but he’s not the type to get sappy at all. He sits there for a second, no doubt thinking over how he wants to answer your question. 

“There’s no getting past you, is there Prefect? Fine, I’ll give.” He takes a deep breath, and it’s obvious that whatever he’s about to say has been weighing on him for a while. 

“I like ya, Prefect. Like, as more than a friend. Also, I lied about Riddle being mad at me today. Actually, he was kinda helping me out. He’s kinda the one who made me realize I like you, as cringy as that sounds. I was running ‘cause I wanted to get over here quicker so I could see you. Sorry, for lying and all. I just didn’t know how else to do this.”

You sit there, stunned that he would admit it so easily. But, at the same time, you’re glad. It makes your feelings a lot easier to process. 

It also makes your next move feel a lot less embarrassing. 

You put the pillow aside before crawling over to his side of the couch. You can see his face flush in embarrassment, and he questions what you’re doing. Before he can start teasing you, you lean in and kiss him, effectively shutting him up. 

It’s a quick kiss, only lasting a couple of seconds, but it conveys all of your emotions. When you pull back, Ace is smiling like the dork he is, and you’re sure you look the same. 

Without another word, Ace grabs the front of your shirt, pulling you back in for another kiss. 

Ace Trappola has been all of your firsts during your time in this world. And, hopefully, he’ll continue his streak.

[writer-freak]

Lucifer's appreciation | Lucifer x Gn reader

Summary: Lucifer has a hard time accepting his feelings about you, but when he finally accepts them he really wants to show you how much he likes you.

Warnings: MDNI, first time writing smut, smut comes after the ribbons୨୧, tried my best to make it gender neutral and no genitals are mentioned, misunderstandings at the start, reader receiving oral, smut is pretty short, english isn't my first language

A/n: This is my first time writing smut so really I have no idea what I'm doing my friend helped a lot with writing the smut part. Smut will probably not be a regular occurrence on my blog because I really found it hard and needed quite a bit of help from her so you will notice her influence there.

Comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated and really motivate me to write more <3

Lucifer who avoids you like the plaque, because it's the first time since Lilith left that he felt attracted to someone. And he doesn't really know what to do with himself, he is divorced so he doesn't owe loyalty to anyone. But still, he can't really let go of the feeling that he betray's his thousand-long-year marriage if he accepts his attraction for you.

And you who doesn't know what you did wrong, you thought about every interaction you two had, but couldn't come up with a reason why he avoids. You didn't like the weird energy between you two and the others also noticed the weird energy between you two. 

So you decided that you would follow what Charlie taught you and confront him about it (nicely of course).

Lucifer who doesn't know what to do when you suddenly corner him in front of his suite. He and you both know that he could easily get away from you but Lucifer couldn't move, you two were never this close, and right at this moment he could smell you, hear your breathing and your face was so close to his. His heart was beating out of his chest so it took him a second to register that you were saying something. "Wait what did you say?" Lucifer asked not having paid attention. 

With a sigh you took a step away before repeating yourself, "I asked if I did something to offend you?" 

This question left Lucifer completely confused, he couldn't understand where this question was coming from and it seems that this was also obvious on his face as you then added. 

"You avoid me like the plague, every time I go into a room you're in you leave. Really if there was something that I did wrong let me fix it, I don't want to make things weird around the hotel for everyone."

This made a light up in Lucifer's head and he let out a sigh, his usually confident demeanor faltering for a moment as he struggled to find the right words. "You haven't done anything wrong, really, trust me," he began, his eyes meeting yours. "I hadn't thought about how my behavior could make others uncomfortable."

You nodded, relief washing over you as you realized it wasn't something personal. "I'm glad to hear that," you replied softly, taking a step closer to him again. "I was worried there was something I did to upset you."

Lucifer hesitated, his gaze flickering between your eyes and your lips.

"No, nothing like that," he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky tone. "In fact, quite the opposite."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, your own feelings jumping around at the change in mood. "What do you mean?"

A small, almost unnoticeable smirk formed on Lucifer's lips as he leaned in closer. "I've been avoiding you because I couldn't handle just how much I'm attracted to you," he admitted his voice low and filled with raw honesty. His confession left you with surprise but you also could feel your face heating up.

You two stood there an awkward silence between you two, after Lucifer took everything to confess to you it only felt right for you to take the next step. "I have something to confess too" you admitted, your voice mostly steady despite the butterflies in your stomach.

Lucifer's curiosity was piqued, his eyes locked on yours, waiting for your words.

"I've been drawn to you since the moment we met," you confessed, your cheeks heating up even more. "Your charm, your confidence, just everything about you... it's irresistible."

A small smile tugged at the corners of Lucifer's lips, a flicker of something deeper passing through his eyes. "Perhaps we should continue this conversation in a more... private setting."

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His lips trailed down your neck, kissing and sucking on it, making pleasant shivers go down your spine. Lucifer left from where he was currently sucking a hickey into your neck and almost nervously asked, "Is this okay?" He nuzzled your cheek to soothe your nerves. You couldn't find the words to answer, so you pulled him in for another kiss. Lucifer made a surprised sound before pulling away. "I just really want to make sure that you don't regret this later."

You smiled reassuringly, finding it endearing how much he cares about you. "Lucifer, I want this, please," you drew out the last word, showing Lucifer just how desperate you were for this. Lucifer leaned in for a chaste kiss on your lips. "If you're sure then please, let me take care of you."

He went back in, kissing your neck, but this time he trailed down. He let his lips wander around your chest while his hands were on your waist. No part of your skin was left untouched by his lips. You were left feeling impatient as Lucifer took his time appreciating you. He slowly continued down until he reached the waistline of your pants. He stroked the bare skin of your waist before opening your pant button. He slowly pulled down your pants, kissing the skin of your legs that were slowly exposed. After pulling your pants completely off, he kissed his way up. But he never put his mouth where you actually needed him.

"Lucifer, stop teasing, please." you pleaded the neediness obvious in your voice.

Lucifer chuckled, looking up at you from between your thighs. "Can't you let me appreciate you?"

"Well maybe if you weren't working me up so much I could appreciate you appreciating me." you said with a huff.

He just chuckled again and nipped at your thighs while looking directly into your eyes. The eye contact made you throb, and you think Lucifer knows exactly what kind of effect this has on you. Lucifer started sucking more hickey into your thighs, which had you squirming and moaning with need. And while you wanted to tell him to hurry up, you knew that would just make him want to draw out the teasing.

He teased you for a bit longer before your breath hitched when Lucifer hooked his hands into the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down your legs and off your feet. The cold air sent a chill down your body and made goosebumps rise on your skin.

This time he didn't waste time wrapping his lips around where you wanted him this whole time. He took one of your hands, burying it in his hair, encouraging you to tug at it while he started sucking. You tightened your grip on his hair when you started feeling the familiar pleasure. He alternated between licking and sucking, somehow knowing exactly where you were most sensitive.

This was exactly what you were craving the entire time. You couldn't deny that Lucifer seemed to be an expert, and you felt a familiar coil twisting embarrassingly quickly in your stomach. You moaned and panted as Lucifer seemingly just doubled his effort the closer you got to your release. You began to move along to help you reach your orgasm. All the while, Lucifer couldn't take his eyes off of you, completely stunned by the sight of you getting pleasure just by using his mouth.

It filled him with pride seeing you enjoying yourself, and Lucifer let out a moan that sent hot white pleasure through your entire body. Your mouth opened in a silent moan as you rode out your high. Lucifer didn't stop until you started trying to pull him away from you because of the overstimulation.

He kissed around your thighs again as you caught your breath again. When it seemed like you calmed down enough to think again, he moved up from between your legs to kiss you again. "So I take it that you enjoyed yourself." he said with a proud smirk on his face.

You rolled your eyes, lightly pushing at his shoulder before answering sarcastically, "I don't know where you would get that idea."

Lucifer's smirk only widened at your sarcastic response. "Oh, I don't know, maybe it was the way you were practically pulling me in for more." he teased, his tone full of amusement.

You scoffed, but the slight smirk on your face betrayed your bluff. "You wish." you retorted while crossing your arms.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against yours in a teasing way. "I don't need to wish when I can see the truth written all over your face." he remarked, his voice husky again.

You tried to maintain your composure, but his closeness and the remnants of what you did just now made it difficult. "Fine, maybe I enjoyed myself a little." you admitted, a teasing glint in your eyes.

Lucifer's grin turned into a smug expression, his confidence radiating off him. "A little? My dear, I'd say you were thoroughly enjoying yourself." he remarked, his arrogance only adding to the playful banter.

You rolled your eyes again, but this time there was a genuine smile on your face. "Well okay, I suppose you weren't bad. But I think I should now show you how it's really done." you teased back, pulling him in for a deep kiss.

Lucifer broke free from the kiss and with a chuckle added, "I can't wait to see what you have planned."

Divider by: @thecutestgrotto

Mdni divider by : @cafekitsune

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Letterman Jacket

Javier Peña x F!Reader oneshot

{ Main Masterlist }

Rating: E (18+ only)

Summary: Tensions come to a head between you and Javier on the private jet back to Bogotá after a long, frustrating day. Or rather - after six long, frustrating years of bad blood.

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings: My first PW(much)P, enemies to lovers, arguing, swearing, drinking, dirty talk, oral sex (F receiving), fingering, thigh riding, no use of Y/N, soft!Javier

Notes: After obsessing over this damn jacket forever, I finally pulled the trigger. This is my first ever Javier, and I know he’s not perfect, but my 2023 resolution is to not overthink things, and I had a blast writing this in a couple of days since the idea came to me. I’m so nervous posting this, but excited to have finally made a start with Javier. Please be gentle with me ❤️

P.S. I’m going on my honeymoon the next 2 weeks. I’m sure I’ll be lurking around, and I also have new content all queued up for @fuckyeahpedropascal! See you!

I’m still finding Javier’s voice, but my understanding and interpretation of this man so far is definitely shaped by @the-ginger-hedge-witch character analyses and The Crush (which I’m still catching up on). Thank you Professor Ren for sharing your insight into our favourite DEA agent 🥰

It’s cold.

Why is it cold in fucking Miami?

If only you’d checked the weather report beforehand - oh wait, that’s right. You weren’t exactly given much notice, even less detail, when the phone call came this morning. Not that 4am should count as "morning" in your books.

We found him.

Who?

Jurado. Take the first flight out to Curacao this morning, it’s in two hours. We’re taking him in and flying straight to Miami. Get the papers ready, he’ll be testifying tomorrow.

What the actual fuck, Peña -

You can’t even remember what you stuffed into your weekender bag after he hung up without another word. Mostly legal papers and pens and a change of clothes - all of which are now redundant. The bag hangs heavy in your grip, the taste of failure bitter in your mouth.

Something warm descends onto your shoulders, and you almost jump out of your skin, eyes wide as they snap up. Javier isn’t looking at you though, his unseeing gaze trained on the tips of his brown leather boots, hands in the pockets of his dark blue jeans. He trudges across the tarmac, the bravado that is usually so loud in his walk conspicuously absent.

Reaching up, you pull his jacket tighter with your free hand, the stretch of the fabric distorting the bold letters DEA emblazoned on the left lapel. He doesn’t wear it often - he’s in suits mostly these days, which you can tell pisses him off to no end. He almost never does his tie up properly, a subtle middle finger to the establishment, perhaps.

Your lips twitch despite yourself. Peña’s always been happier going on literal wild goose chases.

The jacket easily engulfs you, blocking out the unwelcome evening chill. You breathe in the faint but unmistakable scent of cigarettes and you can feel the weight of a full box swing against your side. He keeps insisting he’s trying to quit, but obviously not very hard.

Somehow, it doesn’t feel any warmer in the plane cabin, and you put your arms through the sleeves of the jacket properly before sinking heavily into one of the plush leather seats with a sigh, relieved to get off your sore feet.

You don’t notice the small plane taking off with just the two of you, sitting silently opposite each other until the flight path levels, at which point Javier promptly heads to the small bar at the end of the cabin and comes back with two generous glasses of whiskey.

Sipping in silence, you let your gaze settle on him, no subtlety left in the tank after your shitty day at twenty hours and counting. Javier, in turn, stares listlessly out of the window, uninterested in your scrutiny. Strands of mussed hair fall over his tired eyes, the dark circles underneath shadowing his entire countenance.

His pink shirt, which was drenched in sweat when he’d finally, finally caught up to Jurado in that square in Curacao, has long dried in the cool Miami air. And of course it’s tight and the neckline unbuttoned halfway down his chest, the poor fabric stretched to an inch of its life by his obnoxiously wide shoulders. It’s tucked into even tighter jeans that seem to struggle to contain all of him.

Honestly, it’s a damn miracle he could do any running at all in this ensemble.

You stare at the little fold-up table between the two of you. It had been covered in papers en route to Miami just hours ago, the Cali moneyman sitting exactly where you are now. Jurado agreed to the lesser charges of money laundering and racketeering in exchange for testifying for the DEA. You had him. He was in that interview room. The lawyers from the Miami county court were ready to take over.

But somehow, that smarmy, rotund excuse of a cartel lawyer got there first.

A heavy sigh catches your ear over the whir of the plane engines, and you watch as Javier drags one heavy hand over his face, the tips of his thick fingers resting above his pursed lips, before he shakes his head.

The words are out of your mouth before your head catches up. ‘Stop it.’

Dark eyes flicker your way, brows drawing into a frown. ‘What?’

Your empty glass clunks loudly when it hits the table. ‘Stop beating yourself up. We both know this is out of our hands. Quit the self-martyrdom bullshit.’

The grin comes quickly and sarcastically. You hate it. He’s never been big on smiles, but you’ve seen how his face can light up with a laugh over a drink, or at a good joke. From a distance, of course, and never in your direction. You’ve only ever had scowls and glares thrown your way.

You’re not alone though - these days, that’s all anyone ever gets from him.

Leaning back in his chair, one big palm cradling the bottom of the crystal tumbler that looks much smaller than it should, and the other resting on his thigh, Javier huffs a sardonic laugh. ‘Is that what you think of me?’

‘I don’t think it. I know it.’

‘You don’t know me,’ he answers coolly.

You roll your eyes. ‘Don’t flatter yourself, Peña. You’re not some pouty, brooding mystery to me. I’ve been cleaning up after your mess for six fucking years.’ Shaking your head, you can’t help adding, ‘Not that you’ve ever appreciated any of it.’

He gives you a derisive snort. ‘I wasn’t aware that I should be thanking you for getting in my way at every turn.’

‘Getting in your way?’ you chuckle mirthlessly. ‘I’ve been trying to keep you out of jail, asshole.’

‘Maybe you shouldn’t be.’

‘Is this what all this is about? Some survivor’s guilt bullshit?’ Unperturbed by his silence, you press on. ‘Well guess what, I don’t work for you. Having the attaché in jail isn’t really a good look for our employer, so bad news, you’re a free man as long as I’m legal counsel for the DEA.’

‘It would make my life a lot fucking easier if you weren’t.’

The words are so quiet, so matter-of-fact, they have no right to hit you as hard as they do. You’re horrified to feel the sting of tears on the seam of your eyelashes, and your lips part wordlessly before you regain your voice. ‘Fuck you, Peña.’

He winces and sits up, setting his glass next to yours on the table. ‘Shit. That came out wrong -’

Nails dig into your palms as hurt threatens to claw its out of the carefully locked compartment where you keep it. ‘No, I think it came out exactly as you meant it. You’ve hated me since day one.’

‘I don’t hate you -’

You glare at him. ‘You think I don’t know what people say behind my back over drinks at the embassy bar, when I’m stuck in the office dealing with whatever legal bullshit you’ve dug yourself into? I bet you like a good laugh at my expense.’

Shifting forward in his seat, Javier reaches out and grabs your left wrist. ‘Stop it. I don’t. You know I wouldn’t.’

You try to pull back but he doesn’t budge, easily holding you in place. You bite out, ‘I’ll quit if that’s what you want. Might as well make both of our lives easier with one resignation letter.’

Javier’s hold on you tightens, and he bares his teeth in frustration. ‘That’s not what I want.’

‘That’s exactly what you said you wanted just now. Why don’t you make up your fucking mind, Peña?’ you snap back.

‘I can’t,’ he snarls, his other hand finding your free wrist, almost jolting you out of your seat. He’s so close you can smell the whiskey on his breath. ‘I’ve never been able to with you.’

You go as still as the air around you, the mixed signals scrambling the wires in your already exhausted head. You narrow your eyes and him and hiss, ‘What?’

Javier heaves a sigh, breathing out the words through gritted teeth and eyes screwed shut. ‘You drive me up a fucking wall, woman.’

Anger surges in you, and you manage to yank both of your wrists free. Pushing him away, you spit at him with all the venom you can muster. ‘Fuck you, too!’

He growls, raking one hand through his hair before slamming it onto the fold-up table, making the glasses clink when they knock together from the force. ‘Goddamnit, won’t you just hear me? I can’t decide if I want you to shut the fuck up or if I just - want you.’

You watch his broad chest rise and fall in quick succession as he slumps in his chair, as if the last two words that are still ringing in your ears knocked the wind out of him.

Want you.

His eyes follow from under thick lashes when you reach out for the glasses, relocating them to the carpeted floor on the other side of your chair, before finding the lever underneath the table and folding it down. And you don’t miss the way his stare falls to your legs as you cross them deliberately, skirt hitching higher up, his Adam’s apple bobbing thickly in the column of his neck.

You tilt your head to one side in a challenge. ‘Well? What are you going to do about it, then?’

He’s out of his chair and on you in a beat, his arms caging you in as you pull him close by the collar of his shirt. You murmur against his lips, ‘You’re a fucking asshole, Peña.’

‘I know. Let me make it up to you -’ The words barely make it out of his mouth before he kisses you, lips warm and wet and pressing into yours insistently.

You let out a surprised yelp when Javier tugs you onto your feet, hot hands pushing his jacket off your shoulders but leaving it hanging from the crook of your arms. Goosebumps bloom where his fingers brush your sternum as he unbuttons your sleeveless shirt underneath, tugging it free from where it’s neatly tucked into your skirt.

You retort, ‘You’re going to make up for six years of bad blood on a three-hour flight?’

‘Well, what are you doing tomorrow?’ he asks almost conversationally, and with a casual flick, he undoes the front clasp of your bra. He breathes a raspy fuck as he palms your tits reverently, the contact making you shudder.

‘Actually, I was going to have a sit down with you. A little birdy told me some outrageous story about the DEA attaché endorsing wiretapping,’ you reply teasingly, wrestling with the small buttons on his shirt.

Javier chuckles, clever fingers sliding down your back and undoing the zipper on your pencil skirt, which pools about your now bare feet after kicking off your sensible low heels. ‘Fucking Stoddard. I knew he'd tattle on me.’

‘You better come prepared with a good defence, Peña,’ you quip, letting him spin you around and ease you into his seat, the leather still warm under your bare thighs. His pink shirt hangs open as he looms over you, so broad that he’s the only thing you see.

He hums and kisses down the side of your neck, stopping to suck on your pulse point. ‘How about a bit of incentive to go easy on me instead, hmm?’

You arch an eyebrow while he gets on one knee, then the other, but there’s no denying the wild rabbiting of your pulse despite your banter. ‘Bribery? Just one of the dirty tricks up your sleeves, Agent Peña?’

He peels your panties down the length of your thighs unhurriedly, smirking at the way you bite into your bottom lip as the scrap of fabric makes its descent. He hooks your right leg on his shoulder, then the left one, opening you up to his dark gaze as he smirks, ‘You ain’t seen nothing yet, cariño.’

It’s been too long. Too fucking long since you’ve been with anyone. Your hips arch clean off the leather seat at the first broad stroke of his tongue, confidently charting its way all the way up your folds. His weathered palms hold your thighs firmly apart as you writhe in his grip because it’s too much.

‘Javier,’ you breathe, meeting his almost cocky gaze as he stares up at you. He suckles wetly at your clit, lips puckering, and you buck hard into his mouth.

Granting you a brief reprieve, he moves off you with a wet smack of his lips and teases, ‘Am I making a good case for myself?’

‘Clearly not good enough if I’m still speaking in complete sentences,’ you somehow manage to counter.

He grins at you - a real one that lifts both corners of his mouth and chases away the shadows of his demons, and it has absolutely no business making your heart lurch the way that it does. ‘Touché, cariño.’

There’s no polite way of putting this. Javier eats you, meticulous and sloppy in turn, until your slick and his spit trail down the inside of your legs, and you feel the leather growing slippery underneath your bare ass. You can hear yourself over the roar of the plane engines, and you babble incoherently when he pushes his tongue into your pussy. ‘Javier, Javi -’

‘Gonna cum for me, cariño?’ He slurs as he sinks one, and then two fingers into you, biting out a filthy groan at how wet you are.

You nod desperately, finding purchase on his broad shoulders. ‘I’m so close, please -’

Pumping his fingers inside you until you squelch around them, he ducks down and laves your clit in earnest, pushing you until there’s nothing left - no air, no sound, no time and space - all the oxygen is sucked out of your lungs and your ears pop, and you cum so fucking hard with your hands tangled in his curls and his name on your lips.

‘Fuck, you’re so beautiful,’ he murmurs almost absent-mindedly, chasing your skin when you try to push him away. His moustache scrapes your thighs and sends a shudder running through you as you catch your breath. ‘I’m an idiot for waiting this long.’

Gently setting your legs down - not that you can feel them anyway - Javier turns his face to his right shoulder, and you watch in rapture as he smears the slick coating his mouth and chin onto his pink shirt, the wet spot staining the fabric.

Your lip curls in giddy amusement as you think to yourself - you look good on him.

Then he leans up to kiss you, and your head spins at the taste of yourself on his tongue and your scent on his moustache.

Pushing back the loose locks that now curl against his forehead, you sass, ‘That’s one trick. Are you going to show me another, Agent Peña?’

Without warning, his hands slide under your bare buttocks and he lifts you clean off the seat. You laugh and close your grip around his upper arms, feeling his muscles flex under your palms. You know without looking how his biceps must be straining against the short sleeves of his shirt.

He falls heavily into the chair with you straddling him, and you protest, ‘Stop, Javi, I’m going to make a mess of your jeans.’

‘I want you to make a mess,’ he declares in his rich baritone. ‘Want your pussy to soak my jeans, cariño.’

Desire flashes hot and fast up and down your spine. ‘But Javi, I just came -’ you break off as he grasps your hips and settles you onto his right thigh.

‘You can cum again,’ he shrugs with a cocksure definitiveness, coaxing a moan from you when he shifts and your folds drag along the denim. ‘Ride me, cariño.’

‘But what about you?’ You trace one palm down his bare chest and soft stomach to rest on the prominent bulge straining against the front of his tight jeans. He chokes when you give his erection a bold squeeze through the denim, which has you grinning smugly.

Covering your hand with his, he brings it up to kiss it softly. ‘Another time, it’s been a long day. Now - can I get back to making it up to you?’

Winding your arms around his neck, you rock against his thigh, feeling the wet imprint of the slick you leave behind on the coarse fabric as you move back and forth. His palms squeeze the swell of your ass reassuringly but loose enough so that you can find your own rhythm.

Javier patiently mouths his way down your neck and further, sucking hard on one nipple and then the other, making you throw your head back in a gasp.

‘You look so good wearing my jacket with your gorgeous tits out,’ he praises you, letting go of your hips to push your breasts together and laps at the soft flesh with his tongue.

‘Javier,’ you whine, tipping forward to bury your face in the long line of his neck.

The same neck you’ve sometimes wanted to wring in the heat of the moment, but also caught yourself staring at when he cradles the office phone in the crook of his shoulder. You can taste the salt on his skin - sweat and sea breeze and sunshine - and when the breath catches in his throat, your hips stutter, your orgasm so close to the surface.

As if sensing you need a bit of help, he whispers into your ear. ‘I can feel you so wet for me through my jeans, cariño. You’re doing so good for me.’

Feeling his nails dig into you as he guides you over his thigh, you whimper needily, ‘I’m so close.’

‘I know you are. You can do it - cum on my thigh.’

‘Oh fuck,’ you choke, pressing your forehead into his as you begin to shake, and he brushes his nose soothingly against yours. The impending vertigo sends you crashing into him, hands trembling on his shoulders, torn between clinging on and letting go. ‘Javi - I’m cumming, oh my god -’

And then he’s lunging towards you in a deep kiss, tongues tangling as you break again, a moan in his windpipe when he feels your pussy leak into his jeans as it clenches and clenches around nothing. Needing air, you pull back to slump bonelessly against him, panting hard into his neck, his palms drawing circles over your back.

You only realise you’ve drifted off when a sudden drop in altitude wakes you, and the PA system cackles to life with the captain’s ten-minute warning to landing. From the corner of your eye, you catch Javier watching you with a lopsided smile.

You duck your head sheepishly. ‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you.’

‘Well, you did have a 4am wakeup call,’ he quips.

Sitting back on your haunches, you do up your bra and then the buttons on your now very crumpled shirt. Easing off him on wobbly legs, you pick up your panties and skirt from the floor and dress yourself quickly, smoothing out the wrinkles as best as you can. You smile at Javier, watching him he button up his pink shirt, stopping at the fourth one as always.

Stepping in between his spread legs, hands on his upper thighs, you press a soft kiss to his lips. You smile and drag a finger over the wet spot you left on his jeans. ‘That was fun.’

The corners of his eyes crinkle and he swipes his thumb across your bottom lip. ‘That might be an understatement of criminal proportions.’

You make to take off his jacket, but Javier shakes his head, tugging on the collar so it sits squarely on your shoulders. ‘Keep it. It looks better on you anyway.’

You can’t tell if it’s actually warmer when you step off the plane or if it’s the afterglow, but you keep the jacket on. Your respective cars are waiting on the airstrip next to each other, and Javier loads your weekender bag into the backseat before opening the door on the driver’s side, shutting it after you climb in.

You palm the steering wheel self-consciously as you stare at each other in a slightly awkward lull, before clearing your throat. ‘So, 9am sharp tomorrow at the 3rd floor conference room, Agent Peña?’

Javier smirks, but his eyes are warm as he shifts on his feet, leaning one elbow on the open window and cocks his head to one side. ‘Depends. Will you be wearing my letterman jacket?’

A bark of laughter escapes you. ‘Your letterman jacket? Should I pick up matching friendship bracelets for us before our meeting?’

With a lighthearted shake of his head, Javier half-turns to leave before stopping abruptly. Tapping two fingers on the window frame, he hesitates briefly, before looking up at you with earnest eyes, his voice quiet and almost solemn in its sincerity. ‘Thank you.’

Watching him go, your chest blooms with warmth at the eight letters and two little words you’ve waited six years to hear.

At twenty-seven minutes to nine the next morning, you’re flinging open the front door of your apartment, car keys jingling and thermos balanced precariously in one hand, when a flash of white on navy catches your attention.

For a long moment, you stand off dramatically with the jacket draped across the back of a kitchen chair, the letters DEA staring back at you - before you reach for it and shrug it on with a silly grin.

What can you say? You’ve always had a thing for letterman jackets.

More notes: Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed this little oneshot! Comments and reblogs are always encouraged and so appreciated ❤️

Dividers by the wonderful @firefly-graphics as always 💕

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Don't touch me!

Back in November 21st, 2022, before I made this blog, I was inspired to write my first oneshot to @tmntxthings as a gift. 🥰

I wanted to share this, as I'm a little afraid it might get lost otherwise.

Summary:

After a hard battle, you try to comfort your boyfriend

Warnings: DonniexgnReader, hurt and comfort, fluff

💜🐢💜

ao3

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“I wouldn’t go in there if I were you, Y/n.” Leo warned you, grabbing your arm, stopping you from entering the purple masked turtle’s lab.

You looked back at Leo. Mikey had called you, letting you know they had all returned safely (for the most part) from their latest mission.

But Donnie had been hurt rather seriously. After Leo had patched him up, he had locked himself in his lab, refusing to let anyone in.

“But I have to see him!” you said, your voice trembling with worry.

Leo knew you wouldn’t back down. All the brothers knew how much the two of you were in love. But he also knew what his twin could be like in a vulnerable state.

“Okay…” he said hesitantly, letting go of your arm.

You walked up to the door of Donatello’s lab and knocked. There was no response. You tried again. Nothing…

Luckily, you knew the code to open the door, so you still managed to enter.

It was dark in there. The only lights on, were from the screens of the computer monitors. You could barely make out the figure sitting by the working table, but you knew it was Donnie.

“Donnie?” you called softly.

“Please leave, Y/n…”

You did the opposite, you moved closer.

“Mikey called. I just want to make sure everything’s okay.”

“I want to be left alone.”

You kneeled by his chair, looking up at him. From the faint light of the screens, you could see his right shoulder was completely wrapped in bandages.

“Won’t you at least look at me?”

Slowly, he turned his head, facing you. You couldn’t quite read his face though.

You reached up a hand, wanting to caress his cheek, but swiftly, his hand grabbed your wrist.

“Don’t touch me!”

Your eyes widened, startled. He had never raised his voice at you like this before.

His eyes were cold and his grip on your wrist was tight.

What were you suppose to do in this kind of situation?

He blinked a few times, then let go of you, turning his head away.

“Just leave.” he hissed.

You got up on your feet, rubbing your wrist. You quickly made your way out of the lab.

A few days passed before you returned to the lair to visit the turtles.

When you did, you wanted to act as if nothing had happened. You knew Donnie hadn’t meant to snap at you. He had apologised sincerely, explaining that the mission had been rough on him, that was why he had acted so unreasonable.

You forgave him, but he noticed you started to distance yourself from him.

You didn’t initiate the usual contact with him. You didn’t try and hold his hand or lean your head against his shoulder while watching movies.

One day, while the two of you were hanging out in his lab, he decided to confront you about it.

“Y/n,” he said, putting away his work and walking up to you. You were currently absorbed in a good book.

“Hmm?” you answered, not looking up from your book.

“Y/n, I need to ask you…” he said, placing a hand on one of yours.

This made you jump, dropping the book onto the floor.

The purple clad turtle noticed something fearful in your expression, even though it was just for a second.

You looked up at him, then giggled nervously, “Haha, clumsy me…”

Donnie frowned, now holding your hand with both of his.

“Y/n, tell me what’s wrong. You’ve been acting different lately.”

You looked down at his hands holding yours, not even noticing you were tearing up.

“It… it’s nothing…”

“Y/n, you’re crying. You’re trembling at my touch. Why?”

You looked down at your lap, not being able to stop your tears.

"Don't touch me," you whispered, making Donnie pull away in surprise. This wasn't like you...

"That's what you said," you then explained. Donnie held his breath for a moment. Now he understood.

“You… you scared me.” You then admitted, “back when you were hurt…you grabbed my wrist and told me not to touch you… I-I’ve never seen you like that before…”

Donnie felt his heart drop. He had forgotten exactly how harshly he had reacted when you had reached for him back then. But he had already apologised, right?

“I’m sorry Y/n. I already said I was, didn’t I?”

“I know, I know,” you said, “and I know you didn’t mean to snap at me… but it made me afraid to touch you,”

The turtle sighed, gabbing your hand again and gently pulled you up from your seat. He felt your hand tremble in his. He had grown used to your touch, even if he usually wasn’t the biggest fan of physical contact, most of the time. It hurt to know he had frightened you to distance yourself from him.

“My dear Y/n,” his voice was gentle, “I’ll show you right here, right now, that there’s nothing to be afraid of.”

He pulled you in for a gentle and warm embrace. You stiffened a bit at first. You couldn’t remember Donnie ever initiating a hug, it was usually always you who reached out to him.

You carefully leaned your head against his shoulder, relaxing more now in his arms, feeling his hand rub your back in small circles.

After a little while, he pulled away a little, placing a hand under your chin, looking into your eyes. He wasn't going to let you doubt his love for you again. He lead your lips up to meet his in a soft kiss.

Your fears were swept away completely.

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[otomiyaa]

Ticklish Zayne x Reader

Romantic + 22. “Don’t laugh, I’m trying to talk to you!” Requested by @ticklygiggles for my 1K Followers Event🌻

Inspired by how hard the claw game was where my friend finally won this guy for me.

"You're quite persistent."

You could see Zayne was judging you as you held up another coin and put it in the machine.

"I want it," you said. It was not the kind of date he signed up for, you knew that. It wasn't really planned either. It was coincidence. Fate, actually!

When the two of you passed by a different kind of claw machine than you usually played with, and you saw what was inside, you were already sold.

You really wanted that big crow plushie. So, so bad!

"You are good at these games, so I'm sure you can get it at some point. Besides, stopping now would be a waste of the money that was already invested," you said, placing your hand on Zayne's waist.

With your other hand you pointed at the machine. "I think if you move it a little more to the back, and to the left, and then the next try, to the front, we can take it," you said while Zayne concentrated.

"I will try," he said, giving it another go, and missing.

"Alright, try again. I still have some coins left, and otherwise I'll go exchange my money for some more. I would do it but I'm not as good at it, so I'm afraid I'll... Zayne? Don’t laugh, I’m trying to talk to you!"

Zayne was shaking softly, trying to hide his laughter and failing at it.

"S-s-sorry," he giggled. "It's just, I've never seen you so serious about something before. It's a crow."

You raised your eyebrows. "You're kidding, right? I'm always serious! Besides, you know I love crows. I want this plushie. Hey, why are you still laughing hmm?" you said, using your hand on his waist to squeeze him softly. You felt him react, hehe. Dr. Zayne being so ticklish was a gift from the heavens.

"S-stop! I-if you're beheing like thihis, I cahahan't t-take your pluhuhushie, hehehey!" Zayne tried to keep his hand on the machine, but you were now tickling him with both hands.

"I see why you are calling me serious, it's because you are the opposite. What is it that's so funny, Dr. Zayne? Why are you giggling while I'm being serious?" you teased, still pretending like you had no idea what you were doing to him, and that while your fingers knew very well to find his tickle spots to tickle him there on purpose.

He made a cute little dance and shook his head. "Nohothing- just.. ahah!"

Zayne finally reached for your hands and tried to get you to stop. "Y-you're- ahahah! Nohoho stop thahahat!"

So cute! Your fingers crawled up and clawed at his lower ribs. Zayne jumped and let out the cutest mewl.

"Nohoho-wahh!" Your hands moved up further and brushed at the hidden spots under his arms. Zayne twitched so heavily that it caused him to stumble and...

"Wahh!" You both yelped in surprise when he fell with his shoulder against the claw machine.

To your surprise, the big crow swung from side to side, it swung even more and....

"IT FELL!" Your eyes widened as you reached inside and grabbed it. It was so soft and cuddly!

"Uh oh. Did we cheat?" you asked, looking at Zayne who was still red in the face. He breathed heavily, looked at the crow in your arms and then at you.

"I'm sorry, that didn't hurt did it?" you asked, rubbing the shoulder he bumped against the machine. You saw a playful twinkle in his eyes.

"And what if it does hurt? Will you kiss it better?" he asked. Oh the flirt. You chuckled and grabbed his hand. With your precious crow plushie under one arm, you pulled Zayne along.

"Let's first get out of here before they catch us. Hehe!" Together you ran, and when you looked behind you, Zayne had the most beautiful smile on his face. Looked like he was having fun after all!

[minsimagines]

stars, part. ii

pairing; pro hero!midoriya x f!reader

word count; 5,8k

parts; one, two 

warnings; MDNI!!! SMUT. fulfilled yearning. friends to lovers. unprotected sex. piv. heavy on the overstim. hint of choking. whimpering boys.

+ gaaaaaahhhh... he makes me feral. requests are open. <3 this is not proofread, so just be warned lmao

you’re braver than you give yourself credit for. 

“i… would like that,” you breathe, and a small smirk curves his mouth at the corners in satisfaction, but he’s not cocky in realizing you feel for him—quite the opposite. he’s humble as ever.  soft and sturdy and deceptively innocent. 

you’re not usually one to dive head-first into anything, preferring to stay back and test the waters much longer than necessary before slowly descending beneath the surface. however, his patience — this gentlemanly behavior — makes  you feel a certain confidence in taking a lead. it’s clear you both want something more.

you won’t take the lead though,  because he is izuku midoriya. he is the most perfect man you have ever laid eyes on, and you are terrified of messing something up now that he’s here with you. you want him to take the lead, above all else, because it’s impossible for him to mess up with you — you’ll take whatever he wants to give, suddenly so desperately needy for him to have his way with you. even if he simply wanted to speak to you and nothing else, you would take it. you’d listen to whatever he wants to tell you. 

his eyes are staring at your lips as though you are the lifeline of the two of you, and your body flushes with heat that centers itself in your belly, erupting into some kind of feral flight of butterflies at the idea that he finds you special enough to want to hold onto you. 

scratch that, there aren’t  butterflies in your belly; they’re bloodthirsty bats who want you to bite and lick the thick fatty muscles across his whole body.

you’re not usually so wicked in your desires, but he is being too slow in his advances — you have weeks worth of shy conversation to catch up, so why not slam all those words into one big act of selfish intimacy? or ten. you wouldn’t mind going overboard. this water is tempting.

he’s been looking at your lips too much now, and you’ve been looking at his, and you think you might lose your head if you don’t feel his mouth on yours within the next minute.

but you don’t want him to think it’s only sex you want. because it’s not. even if your mind is screaming for you to jump him. you want him, period. all of him. whatever that would entail — you could handle it. as long as he never ignores you again. 

so you lift the hand you hold in yours, feeling the calluses of hard work as you hold his fingers in front of your mouth and press your lips to his knuckles. his eyes flicker down to his hand against your lips, and his smile turns a little shy. 

“you’re soaked,” you mutter against his fingers, more for your own benefit than his comfort, eyes fluttering as you look at the outline of the thick muscles of his chest, a furious blush rising on your cheeks. you want him to take off his shirt, and the fact he wants you as much as you want him makes you feel powerful and bold, and you really, really want to feel his skin under your fingers. 

izuku studies you, hungry gaze slitted as he takes in the silent request. he’s patient with all of this, but he catches on, thank heavens. 

slowly, he slips his hands away from you and wrings the wet shirt over his head, and you think you may need to step into another room to take a breather or to drink a glass of water, or to touch some fucking grass, because he is so unfathomable and beautiful and so horribly thick that you don’t even know what to do with all of him now that he’s been given to you. 

his gaze descends to your tank top, your heaving chest, down to your bare thighs, before they come back up to linger at your hips. he takes liberties, sensing in the air that you’re game for whatever he wants to do with you, and he reaches for you. big hands pull you in by your waist, and tentative as you are, you stumble into him, palms slapping against the damp, hot skin of his chest. 

you think you see the heat of a blush on his cheeks as his nose brushes yours, a drunken smile on those pretty pink lips, his hands sliding down to your hips, fingers tugging at the hem of your top. you lift your arms to let him slip it off of you. 

his fingers are delicate as they find your bare waist, brushing over the skin as he slowly takes a hold of you. goosebumps shoot across your body as he holds you close, and you look up at him through your lashes, wondering if he can see how bad you want to kiss him.

he lifts your chin with gentle fingers, tilting your head a tad backward with those calloused hands that are capable of such power, and he looks at the shifting emotions in your eyes for a moment before his mouth presses against yours. your eyes slide shut, savouring the sensation of his warmth against yours. sweet, short. 

your mouths part slightly, but not a moment later he has your lips against his again. smooth, velvety — you don’t see stars, but you feel the bloodthirsty bats in your belly flapping their wings throughout your entire body. 

the shift of his hands turn less timid as he lets perhaps a sliver of his desperation take over, large hands gripping your waist, drawing you up against his chest, tongue parting your lips as you both fall into a rhythm. your own hands support yourself on his biceps, and the feeling of his hot, damp skin and thickly wired muscles warps your wistful mind into precious cotton, all sense of the world around you leaving with all notion of any sort of shame. 

one of his hands move up, sliding over your shoulder, fingers descending into the hair at the back of your neck, gripping it and setting your body ablaze with longing. it’s more than a longing, but you don’t have the mind to dwell on what it is that truly simmers between the two of you, and you definitely wouldn’t have dared hope either way. he is izuku, after all. the great deku. the one. the largest and brightest star in any universe you want to know of. 

the deceptiveness of his innocence flickers, the hand on his waist slipping down to grip your plump ass, forcing your body closer to him, the hand at the back of your head taking charge of your entire frame. 

to stand within his embrace, to feel even a hint of the strength that truly rests under that calm and sweet exterior is exhilarating, and while you don’t want pain, you don’t want him to hold back too much either. you feel him smile against your lips, as if the way your fingers tighten on his flesh  gave away your thoughts. 

to your great mortification and alleviation, the hand on your ass slides up to the clasp of your bra, and while it impresses you it also send your mind whirling how he so expertedly releases your breasts from their holder with one hand. the release of tension on your shoulders and chest gives you a sudden sense of falling, a dread rushing through your veins. he is so familiar with this action that he must have done it over and over; what if you are not up to his standard? you are not the most confident in your body, you often see more flaws than anything else, and thus those flaws must be visible to him too.

and he isn’t as shy as you have made him out to be within your mind’s eye. he parts from your lips, he leans back and he slips your bra down your arms, and he curses under his breath as your nipples tighten in the chill of the air. 

his hands aren’t nearly as timid when he reaches out to grip your waist, pressed against the underside of your boobs, eyes lit with some rough possession as he stares at your bare torso. a shudder rips across your skin as his thumbs stroke over your tits, over the pert peaks, and any doubt you might have had seemed to fly away with your exhale. his big palms cup your breasts, as though he too can’t seem to understand this is happening. 

“fuckin’ beautiful,” he mutters, as though enchanted, his dark gaze finding yours again. you’re exposed, and you don’t find that to be the most comfortable of experiences , but it strokes your confidence and so you manage to keep from covering and hiding. you do blush though. 

one of his hands find your neck, your jaw, tilts your head up as his lips hover above yours again, and you grow dizzy when he says, “you’ve been hiding all this from me, hm?”

it’s yours, take it. i’ll never hide again, you want to say. you don’t because your words fail you and you don’t dare mess anything up. 

your shy fingers find his strong stomach, ghosting over the skin and muscle there with deliberate tardiness on their way up to his chest. your feel the scars, the evidence of the hard life he lives, the life he makes look so effortless and valiant. 

you can’t get yourself to look directly at his scars but you map them out, taking notice of how he tenses slightly, how he watches you intently, how he lets you do what it is you wish to do. 

“did they hurt?” you don’t actually dare to hear the answer, because you’re deep in him now and you fear his pain might easily become yours, and you’re no good with pain. 

“i don’t remember,” he says, voice soft and warm, even while tinged with somber memories. his thumb brushes over your cheek. “probably.”

“i’m sorry.”

his brows lower. “no fault of yours.”

“i mean…” you trail off. you feel guilty. “i was mad at you. you don’t deserve that.”

“i fight my battles because i choose to. i hurt your feelings by choice as well, even if it was not intended to hurt.”

“but you are someone important. i’m not.”

his eyes search mine. “do you honestly believe that?”

“that you’re important?”

“that you’re not.”

“i… of course. you’re a pro hero.”

“baby,” izuku breathes, shaking his head, and you are thankful for the hold he has on you, otherwise your knees might give out. “you are someone.”

“not someone special.”

“you’re special to me,” he mutters, brushing his nose against yours. “and i’m going to show you just how special you are,” he tenderly smiles against your lips, a little cocky now, as though he knows he’s going to show you the stars you’ve envisioned. 

he kisses you again, deeper, stronger, and his tongue slides against yours, and you shiver and sigh through your nose, standing on your tippy toes, afraid you can’t get close enough. through your kiss he lets out a scoff of a laugh through his nostrils at your efforts, and you blush, but he doesn’t let you grow shy — he holds you tighter, slides his hands down your back, fingers dip into the hem of your soft shorts. 

parting from your lips, he suddenly removes his hands from you, only to bend down and pick you up by the back of your thighs. you startle, you want to protest, afraid you’re too heavy, but he lifts you up and you wrap timidly around him with a small, shy laugh as he carries you toward the only other door within the apartment — your bedroom. 

his lips are on yours again by the time he drapes you across the slightly chill fabric of your bedsheets. he leans over you, one knee on the bed between your legs, hands on the sides of your head, holding himself up. 

then, he kisses your jaw and down the sensitive skin of your neck, and it’s almost painful how your skin blossoms into goosebumps in the wake of his soft kisses. 

everwhere his lips touch, the skin stings with cold when the soft flesh of his mouth leaves your skin. 

“i’m going to make it up to you,” he promises against your sternum. 

“for what?” you breathe. 

“for making you feel like a nobody,” his kisses trail down to your chest, eyes flickering up to take in your expression and you’re happy to see he’s blushing just as you are. “when the truth is that you are the only body—” his lips brush your nipple, “i care about.”

you can’t reply, can’t think to form word even if your butterfly bats run wild within you at his words — his damp lips close around your nipple, his tongue drawing a slow circle around the peak, and your back arches, chest presses up toward him. oh, sweet, dreamy electricity pulses through your body. 

he stays there, and there is such pleasure from the gentle slide of his tongue over the sensitive bud, but there is also a painful ache. a longing that has been building up far too long. you adore the sight of him, your whole body loves his mouth on your breasts, but its not enough. there is something wicked inside you that craves more. 

even if you think to yourself that you are already heaving for breath at his mouth on your skin, how on earth will you survive the feeling of him inside you?

“i have wanted you,” he confesses, “for a long time. i just didn’t have the balls to do anything about it.”

he has the balls now, that’s for sure. 

you can’t breathe. 

“i thought for sure—” his lips trail kisses to your other breast as he whispers the inner workings of his mind to you. “you just found me annoying. had i known you were pining same as me…” his wet lips press kisses around your nipple. “i wish i could say i would have had the balls, but i still probably wouldn’t have,” he scoffs, and you want to laugh with him, you want to make him see you find it endearing that he’s not a cocky bastard who assumes. the very thing he thought you didn’t like about him was the thing that made you fall for him in the first place. 

brilliant, considerate  pro hero deku who seems unable to decide whether he is bold or timid. 

all you can get yourself to do is reach up and run your fingers through his thick, dark, dark green hair. you grip the hair at the back of his head, delicately, and tug ever so slightly, and while your demure takes away any domination in the movement, he still sighs and latches onto your nipple again, before he lets his lips travel down your stomach. 

he drapes himself over you, coming back up to your face, and you lok at him in a soft haze. 

“i want to make you feel good,” he whispers against your lips. “can i do that?” 

“yes,” you whimper. “please.”

he kisses you, soft and firm and steady as his hand takes hold of your shorts, and you’re so dazed you eagerly help him rid of the remaining clothes on your body. you hardly feel the cold air, his warm body pressing against yours again.

you can hardly piece together a thought as his firm hand finds your bare hip, slowly slipping down your thigh, and when it reaches your knee, he hikes your thigh up on his hip, and you sigh against his lips when he grinds his clothed cock against the apex of your thighs. 

he lingers there for a moment, letting you feel him through his sweatpants, a warning and a promise of what’s to come. then he lowers your knee enough to slip his hand between your body, as the arm holding his weight by your head, slides under your head, embracing you as his fingers between your bodies  find your wet, soft folds. 

your breath hitches in your throat as his fingers slowly drags through the wetness, from bottom to the top, putting delicious pressure against your clit, enough that your hips curve upward toward him, a silent demand for more. 

his fingers move slowly but surely, imprinting the memory of the feel of you into his mind. he takes his time, watches what makes your body react, watches to see what you like. 

when his long middle finger slide into you, your eyes rolll back. it’s not so much the very feeling of him inside of you (even if that too feels like some sinful blessing), but the very fact it’s him. the very fact he yearns for you too. the very fact he is so beautiful and he finds you beautiful too. and he’s so hot. it’s enough to ignite you on its own, but now he’s added matches, and fuel, and wood. 

he groans at the feeling of you clenching on his finger. he slides in and out, as slowly as he moved prior, feeling you and recognizing you, taking note. he kisses your throat as he adds a second finger, and now you’re close to blacking out from the sensation pressing against your insides alone. 

but you cannot blackout, because the sun is right above you, staring at you with glowing, half-lidded eyes, eclipsing the whole of your horizon. 

you don’t see stars, but you feel like the very ether floating between them. it doesn’t feel like you have shape, but his fingers paint it out for you, and as his digits curl inside your soft, wet walls, your body shudders into existence once more. 

a breathy, whiny moan leaves your lips as the pads of his fingers press just right against the sensitive tissue, your fingers gripping onto his biceps with vigor, hips grinding against his hand. the sun sees everything its light touches, and your every reaction is catalouged and utilized. 

izuku curls his fingers perfectly, and you gasp and gape and you can’t keep your eyes open, waves of pleasure crashing over you as you ride his hand from where you’re laying. 

“you like that?” he murmurs, lips brushing your ear, and you clench down on his thick fingers, feeling once more that wicked desperation growing within you, overtaking all forms of shame. 

you can’t get yourself to answer, your throat barely able to let out the moans and whimpers his fingers are begging for, but you whine and nod your head. 

“use your words, baby,” he demands softly, and everything shimmers extra bright for a moment. 

“yes,” you gasp. 

“good girl,” he says against your ear, and everything goes blinding white for a moment, and you’re suddenly on the edge of an orgasm. 

“oh god, fuck—” you cry, as it builds and builds, and his fingers are steady as they curl against that sponge inside me, the slurping sounds of your wet pussy echoing between your bodies. 

something snaps inside you, throwing you right into the depths. your body tightens, clenching around his fingers, all sound stuck in your throat. 

he kisses your throat as you lean your head back, body curling against him as his fingers still work your cunt, a shameless cry leaving your lips. 

your eyes are open, yet you’re only seeing lights and darkness against each other, fingers dug so deep into his skin that you’re sure you’re about to add to his collection of scars, but you cannot get yourself to care. 

slowly, he calms his fingers, though he watches you like a man starved — his hunger is insatiable, and this was not even an appetizer. he doesn’t want to stop, you realize, but there is something more you both want. 

he makes quick work of his pants and his boxers, and you wrap around him desperately as he lays himself on top of you again. you feel his hardness against your opening, but he kisses your lips, licks into your mouth, and you moans at the feeling of him. you take notice of every single inch where his strong body touches yours. 

“so pretty,” he breathes, gathering you to him, wrapping an arm around you, holding you like something precious to him. 

you whimper, slightly overwhelmed by the feeling of being wanted. 

“i’ll take care of you,” he murmurs against your lips. somehow, you’re certain he means more than just right now. you’re almost positive he means to take care of you for a long time, in all ways. 

“izuku,” you breathe, because it’s the only thing that makes sense to you and it’s the only thing you want to say. 

he groans, one hand gripping your thigh, lips devouring yours again. he lifts your knee again, hikes it up on his hip, and the tip of his cock presses to your folds. 

“i’ve wanted you for so long,” he sounds as breathless as she feels. “i’m gonna make you feel good, okay?” his voice is like a deep velvet, wrapping you in comfort as he waits for you to nod your head. your pussy is so wet it takes almost no effort to bully his tip inside, even if he is big and you gasp softly, gripping onto him like the lifeline he is. 

“shh,” he comforts you, whispers soft confirmations in your ear, and you can’t understand how you got lucky enough to have a reality such as this. 

bright and blinding izuku, who is a sunrise that hardly fits in your sky, but he’s here and he’s vibrant. 

slowly, he presses further, the thickness of him almost unbearable, but in the good way. it makes you wonder how it is possible to feel so good, so right, so delicious. it shouldn’t be. 

he slips back, pulling a soft moan from your lips as your eyes meet his as he settles deep sindie you again, your lips parting further. he lets out a shudder at the sensation, and he watches you, holds your gaze as he drives into your with slow, deep strokes, making sure you feel every inch of him. 

he’s not all the way in, he can't fit it all, you can feel it, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. 

you’re in love anyway. 

he kisses you, warmly and softly and lovingly. 

“i’m sorry,” he mutters after having pressing the thick length of his cock into the depth of your overly sensitive walls and then stilling, and you don’t have half the brain to ask whatever he’s sorry for—

he pulls his hips back, and slams them back against yours, bottoming out with a force that sends your head into the clouds, stars right into your eyes. they’re all you can see as he sets a pace, thrusting his cock into your gummy walls with the ferocity of a man whose hunger cannot be quenched no matter how much he indulges in.

you can hardly make a sound, all noise stuck in your throat as your body struggles to decipher the pleasure he provides as he pounds into you. 

“oh fuck,” he moans breathlessly in your ear, and it triggers something profound within you — you need yo hear that sound again. your pussy clenches all on her own, clamping down around him, sucking him back into yourself.

he groans at the feeling, head hanging against your shoulder as he grips the underside of your knee, pushing it up toward your chest, giving himself more leverage. his grip on your leg is iron, but it is nothing short of wonderful. 

you moan at the pulsating waves that shudder through your body, fingers digging into his back, terrified that if you let go, you will fall into a million pieces. he is so big, so broad and all-encompasing, he may as well have been breaking you in two, but you never wanted it to stop as your hips involuntarily moved up to meet his thrusts. 

“fuck, baby, do that again,” izuku frowns deeply, pushing himself up enough to look down at his cock thursting into your cunt. 

as you lift your hips, grind them up against him, his lips part as his eyes stay locked on the mesmerizing sight of your little pussy sucking his big cock in, your hips moving so sweetly against his — he groans, gripping the underside of your thighs and pushing them up to your chest. he leans up, sitting on his knees as he hold onto the very upper part of your thighs, thrusting into you, unable to look away from the sight of him inside you. 

from the look in his eyes alone - the inability to fathom the pleasure and emotion of this reality - you feel your body curl as you’re slowly inching onto that edge again. 

the sound of his hips slapping against your skin fill the room, the slurping of your wet pussy, the breathless moans and whimpers. 

“god, you’re so fucking perfect,” he he utters like a devotion, like he can’t believe what he sees is real. 

your eyes roll back again, and he notices because of course he does — he presses your knees to your chest and leans forward, pounding so hard into you that you think you shouldn’t be able to do anything but fall apart. 

you do — you fall apart in every good way you could ever imagine. 

you’re frozen, body unable to curve and curl under his grip anyway. you gape, feeling the relentless tremors of your orgasm crashing through your body, and you slowly let out whiny cries from the blinding lightning that strikes through your veins with each of his deep, powerful strokes inside you. 

he slips out of you, and he uses his hold on your thighs to turn your over, and even as sensitive as you are, you get onto your knees and elbows as he tugs you back toward the edge of your bed. he stands behind you.

“fucking hell,” he curses, hand running over the flesh of your ass, making your pussy clench.

“look at you,” he marvels. 

he runs a finger up your slit, and you arch your back downward, ass pushed up to meet his finger. “prettiest pussy i’ve ever seen.”

he pushes his dick back inside you, and you can do nothing but grip the sheets beneath you in a white-hot grip as the overwhelming feeling of him pressing against the sponge deep inside you threatens to make your body collapse. 

the pace he sets is almost gruesome, his grip on your hips so ferocious you can’t help but press your ass back on him to feel more of it. you don’t want him to hold back. shy or not, you want him to take what’s his. 

he let’s out a rough laugh as he leans forward, grabs a hold of the back of your neck, and pounds into you. you cry out, and he slams into you over and over and over and you can barely find a single thought within your mind that is not about his cock or his hands or his whimpering whines. 

taken over by a soft tremor as you lean up onto your hands and turn your head so you can meet his eyes while you grind your ass back on him, wanting him to see just how bad you want him.

he blushes as you lock eyes with him, but whatever shyness he feels, it doesn’t deeter him. 

his grip slips to the front of your throat, and he tugs you up toward him, holding you firmly as he thrusts up into you, your back arched almost painfully as he forces you back against him. you gasp at the change of angle, and the way he wraps his arm around your waist. you grip his hands desperately. 

“oh, you wanna fuck me, baby? is that it?” he all but whimpers in your ear, and you moan shamlessly at the sound he makes, pussy clenching on his cock at the very thought of sitting on his dick, threatening to throw you into the open arms of another orgasm.

“yeah?” he breathes heavily, and you nod desperately. you can feel by the way his hips shutter slightly that he’s close to cumming as well. 

he slips out of you and you whine at the loss of fullness, and he turns you around, gathering you to him as he shifts to sit on the bed, leaning back against the headboard. you straddle his lap, breathless and face flushed as he places a firm slap to your ass, making you jerk forward, leaning on him. he reaches for his cock, pushing it up agaisnt your folds. 

you sit up on your knees, hovering above his lap as you slowly take his dick inside. your head rolls back as you lower yourself onto his fat cock. you can just barly see his forrowed brows, his parted lips, as his hands caress your hips, thighs and waist as he watches you. 

as you sit yourself firmly down in his lap, taking almost all of him, you curve your back and press your chest towards him. he sucks your nipple into his mouth and your pussy grips onto his dick like a vice, and he moans against your breast. 

you’re determined to hear more of his whimpers, and so you lift your hips, and lower them again. the tremor that runs through your body from the motion makes you think perhaps you will bend first with this kind of pleasure, but you’ve set yourself on a mission and you desperately want to make him cum. 

it takes a few moments to find the grind and pace you like, and you can’t help gripping onto your other boob, taken over by the dreamy, soft and tense feeling in your body. 

you bounce in his lap as he gapes at the sight of you, breathing heavily as he grips onto your hips with desperation. 

“that’s it, baby, move those hips,” he encourages. “fucking god—”

you support yourself on his shoulders, focusing on the way his hips shift under yours, his heavy breaths turning into incoherent little cusses, no doubt about to cum. 

“yeah, come on, fuck me,” he begs, head falling back. “you’re doing so fucking good, baby,” he murmurs, gripping your hips and thrusting up into you. 

you cry out, feeling yourself tumble over yet another orgasm as your body trembles on top of him, gripping him so tight it was impossible it wouldn’t leave marks. 

“shit,” he hisses. “that’s it, baby, that’s it.” 

you shudder atop of him, but his thrusts are erratic. he’s close. 

“fuck, you’re gonna fucking make me cum too,” he grips you tighter. “oh my god, fuck—”

his hips shudder, and his cock swells inside you, and you slow your movement a little, shifting to slowly ride out both of your orgams, even if every nerve ending within you is fried and you cannot feel your toes. 

he lets out whimpers under you at the way you still ride him, and you’re reignited. 

lifting your hips, you lean forward onto him, focusing solely on the movement of your hips, grinding your pussy up and down his throbbing shaft. 

izuku grips onto you. 

“oh my god, oh my god, oh—fuuuuck,” he whimpers, and you bite the side of his throat. his hips tremble under you, his hands on your hips brutal, but he doesn’t stop you. 

he shudders. “fuck, fuck, fuck, please,” he begs, and you can tell he doesn’t know what he’s begging for, his turn to see stars and taste the white-hot flame of oversensitivity. 

it almost hurts to move, your insides so well used and beaten, but you are sick with some insatiability that won’t let you stop. 

his words turn to incoherent strings of cursewords and begging and whimpers that curl around your body. 

you sit up, bouncing fully on his dick again, reaching down to rub your clit as you take him. the filthy squelching between your hips echo, and your fingers press into the mess on his lower stomach every time she lowers on his cock, middle finger rubbing such heavenly circles on her clit, eding herself onto yet another orgasm. 

he watches almost breathlessly, hips shaking so bad beneath you that he appears to be thrusting all over again. the way he writhes, the cries for mercy that leave his lips, tell you that it’s not the case; he is no longer in control of himself. he could have simply tipped you off of him, could have easily stopped you. 

it can only mean he likes this. 

you’re exhausted, you’re well spent, and you don’t know where you get the energy from, but you leans forward, whispering in his ear. “you like that, baby?”

he all but crumbles under you, not a single word making sense, as he tenses impossibly, hips thrusting up into you as he cums again. 

the sight sends you into your own orgasm, and this time, he grabs your hips, holding you still on his lap as you pulse around his dick. he shudders, eyes closed tightly as he holds you. 

you can hardly keep your own eyes open, and you slump forward. he catches your body, efficiently lifting you off of his dick with a soft moan, and he lays you down on your bed, before sliding down to lay flat on his back next to you. 

your eyes are closed, your breath heaving, your legs tense and painful, your pussy throbbing. he is just about the same, but he finds the energy to put his hand on your thigh. 

in the cooldown, you’re very happy about that very small action of reassurance. as soon as the clarity returns somewhat to your mind, you’re afraid you went too far, but his touch calms you. 

he lays completely still for a long while, until he moves the arm up to curl under your neck and pull you into his side. 

“sorry, baby, i’ll… clean you up later,” he mumbles, half-gone into a dream already. “just gotta…” 

you follow suit, a heap of legs and arms against his chest. he holds you close until you finally dare think to get up from this soft, sweet moment.

big, sweet pro hero deku, who blushes as he fucks you

your izuku, whose stars aligned with yours perfectly.

[ohimsummer]

SATORU IN HIS (blind) BAG

summary; opening up Sanrio Christmas themed blind bags with your bf <3 (and also annoying Satoru shenanigans)

— “Satoru!”, travels his name down the hall. “Satoru Gojo!”

At the sound of your call, confusion twists lightly in the pit of your boyfriend's stomach. You usually only bring out the full government name when Gojo’s in trouble, but you don’t sound upset…

Quite the opposite, in fact?

“Satoru!” You thrust a red and green box decorated with Sanrio characters at him the moment Gojo steps foot into the kitchen.

A grin spreads on his face, matching your own, and Gojo takes the large box from your hands. “Oh? Looks like your package came, love-“

He’s barely finished the sentence before you’re talking over him and snatching the box back. “Yes! Come, come open it with me, please!”

And how could Satoru say no to you, his baby, especially when you’re basically bursting with excitement? Stars amidst your eyes, a beaming smile that plumps up round cheeks. You’re too cute for your own good.

The chair at the kitchen island lightly scrapes against the floor, and Satoru leans his head atop yours after plopping down next to you. He tosses an arm over your shoulder, bright blue eyes intrigued as he eyes the festive-themed parcel alongside you and listens to your enthusiastic ramblings.

“They’re keychains.”, you begin explaining to him. “I’m not sure what I’ll do with the others, but I’m at least hoping I get these two for myself.” You point at the yellow dog and green frog. “This one for you.”

Satoru’s stare jumps to the new one you’re pointing at, and he can see why you’d want him to have that one. It’s basically him: the white, excitable dog with round blue eyes and wearing a cute blue Christmas hat. That one—Cinnamoroll—is basically a Sanrio personification of himself.

“He’s a cutie.” Satoru chuckles into your hair, and his thumb rubs hearts into the skin of your shoulder. “Like me, huh?”

“Yeah, you’re both funny lookin’. ”, you counter instantly and poke his nose, giggling as he scrunches it beneath your finger.

He wants to quip back with something annoying, but you’re back to ranting and raving about Keroppi and Purin and how they’re so god damn cute. Satoru studies the small bag between your hands, the plastic material loudly crinkling beneath your fingers as you aim to discover which figure is inside.

“I feel big, round ears,” You ponder more to yourself than Satoru. “,but that could be like...three different characters.”

For your sake, Satoru hopes it’s Pompompurin, the one you favor more than any other character. He grins, scoots his chair a little closer so he can snuggle you better. He finds his own nerves jittery with excitement as you tear open the first bag and pull out…

“My Melody…” You visibly deflate. It’s hard for Gojo not to laugh at your dejected frown, and afterwards your side eye because 'nothing’s funny, Satoru'.

The next few minutes are spent feeling around on each bag before pulling out characters neither of you were aiming for. Pochacco, Kuromi, Bad Batz Maru, and then finally-

“Keroppi!”, Satoru’s strong grip surely prevents you from falling out of your seat in excitement. You shove the cute green frog in his face, clad in a red Christmas hat and holding a snowball. “This is so cute, look at him, Satoru!”

While he studies the keychain, swaying it in his fingers, you continue mindless ramblings that this is finally a good sign. And you’re correct, because the next bag you open holds a beloved Pompompurin wrapped in Christmas lights and Satoru thinks you might just explode. You clasp the little yellow dog to your chest, bouncing and twisting in your seat and so ready to add him to your already obnoxiously full key ring. Satoru sets the Kerropi accessory down and holds his hand out for the Purin one, smirking as you gently place it in his hand. It’s such a cute, fat, little figurine. He can see why you’d like the dog character so much.

“And, last but not least..”, you murmur and tear open the last bag.

“Better be Cinnamoroll.” Satoru tosses the Purin chain up in the air only to let it fall back into his palm each time.

“And you would be correct!”

You hold the adorable white dog up in the air; sunlight streams through the blinds and causes for a dramatic lighting to show behind the figure, lighting it up like an angel departing from heaven. The keychain is handed off to Satoru, who eyes it curiously. It really does look just like him. A mini, Sanrio version of him in a bag.

[miniwheat77]

Maneater. (Captain Price and Gaz x Reader.)

!CW! NSFW, Smut, rough sex, price and Gaz having their way with reader ☺️, double penetration, unprotected sex, (sorry if I missed any.)

This was an ask, you can find it here.

You were a mechanic on the base task force 141 spent most of their time on. You worked on the Humvee’s specifically but you were trained in combat. Backup when they needed it. Having the massive garage and everything you needed to work on the vehicles was amazing, this was a massive base and it was pretty quiet usually. Just 141 and a few others at a time on it. It was only you and one other mechanic at a time but you had opposite shifts.

You were sitting up front at a desk, a computer sat atop of it. For ordering parts and other stuff. Any info you may need. “Hey Y/N.” Captain Price gathers your attention and you look up at him. You were wearing jeans and a t-shirt at first, but the summer sun beat down onto you, so you shed the t-shirt at some point. Only a tiny tank top covered you. Exposing your cleavage to anyone that dared to look. Sweat and gear oil covered you. Made your skin glisten. “Captain.” You smiled. You’d taken the cap off of your water, and both Captain Price and Gaz watch you swallow down the gulps of water, a few droplets landing on your chest before gliding down your warm skin between your breasts. “Eyes are up here boys.” You smirk. Crossing your arms. Captain Price chuckles, shaking his head. “Need to check up on the Humvee. We go out on a mission in a few days.” You nod your head. “Should be done in a couple days. One day if you work for it.” You flash them a flirty smile and Gaz laughs this time. “We’ll check back tomorrow, have a good night Y/N.”

Captain Price spins around. Gaz follows alongside him, chuckling. “Quite the lil minx ah?” Gaz laughs. “Yeah, a temptress if I do say so myself. She’s always done that to me, even before 141.” Price laughs. “Me too. But if you notice she doesn’t do it with anyone else.” Gaz furrows his brows. “Must have a thing for you and I, Garrick.” Price nudges him. Gaz laughs.

“Maybe, guess we’ll have to see.” He laughs.

—

The following night, you’re underneath the Humvee. Usually it’d be up on a lift but since you were alone, you didn’t want to risk trying to get it up onto it alone. It was grounds for a catastrophe and you liked being alive. You jump when you see feet walking passed the Humvee. When you turn your head to get a better look, there’s nothing there. Chalking it up to your imagination, you bite down on the flashlight in your mouth harder. A few minutes after, you hear the large garage door rattling to a loud shut. You groan out, sliding out from under the Humvee and standing up. “Hello?” You ask. You peek out of some of the glass on the door, not seeing anyone. “Busy?” You gasp, whipping around. You see Gaz sitting at the desk. “Jesus fuck Gaz. What the hell.” You laugh. Placing a hand over your heart. “Just came to check on the Humvee.” He laughs, standing up from the chair. “I was just finishing it up, until I was rudely interrupted.” You laugh, taking a couple steps forward. He moves closer to you. “Yeah, I’m sure you don’t mind taking a break. Just for a little?” He smiles, unzipping his vest. Your eyes widen and you swallow hard. “I.. I don’t know about that. Could get us into a lot of trouble with Ca-“ hands gliding over your hips from behind you cut you off, making you jump. Your body goes rigid. You take in a sharp breath, lips parting. His chest presses into your back. He brings his face forward, right next to your ear. “Get into trouble with who, darling?” He let’s out a deep chuckle, hand gliding up onto your lower stomach, inching lower. A whimper leaves your lips as he dips his hand into your oil covered jeans.

Gaz moves over to the Humvee. It’s empty now, enough space for the three of you to fit inside. It’d usually be full of equipment and munitions but since it’s being worked on, it’s your lucky day. “Inside sweetheart.” Captain Price guides you the open door. You climb inside, Gaz is already almost fully naked. So he distracts you until your Captain is ready too. “Such a little tease, aren’t you?” You bite your lip nervously as Gaz unbuttons your jeans. Pulling them down your legs. He sees your panties, moaning out. “Fuck.. so pretty.” He groans. He toys with your clit through them, earning a moan from you as you lay back, propping yourself up onto your elbows. “I- oh my g-“ you swallow down a cry, tipping your head back. “Kyle.” He smirks. “And John.” Your Captain finishes for him. Kyle grasps the hem of your panties, dragging them down your legs and throwing them to the side. Both of them moan when they get a good look at your pussy. They’re both deprived, ready to devour you. “Fuck.. such a pretty pussy.” Kyle toys with your folds as John moves himself up, he’s naked now. Kyle pulls his boxers down, pumping his cock. He lowers himself between your legs and John pulls you back into his chest. Pulling your tank top down and cupping your breasts with his hands. Your lips part as Kyle starts lapping at your entrance with his tongue. “Oh f-fuck!” You cry out, hips bucking up. John nips at your neck, leaving love bites and kisses along the skin. You’ve barely started and you’re already feeling overwhelmed. John pinches at your nipples, rolling them between his fingers until you’re squirming. “Think she’s ready, Gaz.” John smirks. Kyle sits up, wiping your glistening arousal from his face. “Hands and knees sweetheart.” Kyle smiles, helping you move. Ones you’re facing John, you realize what’s about to happen. You can feel Kyle lining up with your entrance and when a moan is about to leave your lips, John fills your mouth with his cock. You swirl your tongue over the tip and he moans out. When Kyle parts your folds with his cock, filling you up, you freeze. Moaning around John’s cock. He tilts his head back. “Fuck.. so good baby. M’gonna fuck that pretty little throat.” He grasps hold of your hair, beginning to rock his hips into your mouth. Kyle lines his thrusts up to be the same as John’s. Both of them thrusting in at the same time and pulling back. You’re turning into a mess at the hands of the both of them, crying out and choking as you’re being used. “Fuck.. she’s fuckin tight.” Kyle groans out. He’s got a tight grip on your hips as he fucks into you. You relax your throat, trying to pace yourself. John relaxes, letting you work on him. Bobbing your head up and down, swallow down around him. He groans out when you do, eyes widening. “So good- so fucking good.” He pants. He tries not to thrust into you too hard, not wanting to make you gag.

“Deep breathes sweetheart.” John laughs, mockingly. “Don’t want you quitting so soon.” He smirks. You draw back, rolling your eyes. “Mnot a quitter.” You swallow him back down, sucking hard around his cock. He groans out. “No, you’re a little slut.” He laughs. “Spin around sweetheart.” Kyle slaps his hand into your ass, making you jump. You do as they ask, spinning around. You look up at Kyle. That sweet innocent look in your eyes as he pushes his cock past your lips. John slides his cock into your soaking pussy, biting his lip when he feels just how tight you are. You moan around Kyle. Feeling John spread your ass, spitting in the valley. “Gonna part you open get you ready for me.” He smiles. He circles your hole, rocking his hips into yours as he slips his finger into you. Your eyes widen and you gasp around Kyle’s cock. He laughs. “You like that?” He grips your hair. Smiling down at you. John fucks you until he thinks you’re ready to take him, looking up at Kyle. “I think she’s ready, Gaz.” He smiles. He pulls you back off of him. “You ready sweetheart?” Kyle smiles, pushing you back slightly. “What?” You ask, confused. You sit up, John wrapping his arms around your stomach and pulling you into him. His cock pressing at your ass. You breathe hard as he start to sink down into you. Your mouth falls open as he stretches you open, making sure to keep you wet so that he doesn’t hurt you. When he bottoms out, a strangled cry leaves your lips. “Cmon, your turn.” He looks at Kyle and your eyes widen. “W-what?” You breathe, eyes widening as he moves closer. “What, you’ve never had two cocks at once before?” Kyle smirks. “N-no.” You pant. “It’s okay. It’s gonna feel real nice sweethearts”

Kyle lines himself up with your pussy, and slowly starts to slide into you. You cry out when he bottoms out. “Oh fuck!” You cry out again, a mewl leaving your lips as they both start to move. “Oh my god, I’m so fucking full-“ a gasp leaves. Your lips. John pulls you into his chest, wrapping an arm around you and circling a couple fingers over your clit. Kyle takes it as a sign, lowering his head to toy with your nipples. One in his mouth, fingertips stimulating the other. Every part of your body that could give you pleasure is being stimulated. You’re so full of both of them, crying out each time they thrust up into you. “Fuck- it’s so much-“ tears stream down your face. John chuckles. “Awe.. baby. You’re not crying are you? We’re just trying to make you feel real good.” His demeaning has you crying even harder. You cry out, tilting your head back into your Captain. Instead of belittling you anymore, he comforts you. Letting you rest your head in the crook of his neck as Kyle attacks your breasts. “Such a good girl for us baby. Doing so so good.” Your high is building fast, pathetically fast. “I-I’m going to-“ your eyes roll back. A moan leaves your lips, and that knot unravels in your lower stomach, tightening down around the both of them, drawing gasps from the both of them. “Jesus fuck-“ Kyle gasps. “So fucking tight.” He groans.

You’re crying because of the overstimulation but it feels so good, you don’t want to stop them. You love that they’re both using you like this. Your captain has a tight grip on your hips as he hammers his cock into your ass, Kyle fucking his cock deep into your pussy. It doesn’t take long for another high to start building. Body growing hotter by the minute. This time you toy with your own breasts, pinching your nipples and moaning out. “There you go baby. Relax into us.” Kyle smirks. You lower a hand to toy with your own sensitive bundle of nerves. “Look at me.” Kyle lifts your chin to look at him. “You like this Hm?” You nod your head, biting your lip. Your holes are getting abused, and it feels so good. “Yes. Yes!” You moan. Kyle smiles. “How about a keepsake, between the three of us?” He smirks, lifting up a black iPhone. It’s his phone. “You okay with that sweetheart?” You groan. “Yeah, just don’t stop fucking me.” You lick your lips. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” You take his phone from him, opening up the camera and move it to the side. Getting the perfect view. Kyle’s stomach is pressed against your own, your left hand wedged between the both of you to rub your clit. You can’t see it too well, but his cock is disappearing inside of you. John’s stomach is pressed against your back, hips hammering into you. You have a clear view of his cock thrusting right into your ass. You stop recording after around a minute. “Fuck- I’m gonna cum again.” You groan.

“Me too.” Kyle moans out. “Ugh- don’t fucking stop- please.” You gasp out. Rubbing fast circles against your clit. “Fuck!” You cry out. Reaching your second high. Feeling you tighten so much around him sends Kyle right into his orgasm and he pulls out just as he finishes, coating your stomach in his filth. “Fuck- fuck.” He groans. Teeth gritted as he stops jerking his cock. Your Captain has a death grip on your hips and you lean forward a little bit. “So close.. so fucking close.” He’s pounding your ass, tears filling your eyes as you choke out a sob. “That’s it sweet girl.” He smiles. “Cry for me.” He chuckles. “Mmm.. I’m gonna cum.” He moans. “Ugh!” He groans, gripping the fat of your hips with his hands, holding you as he finishes, by far the best orgasm of his life so far. He doesn’t pull out, finishing right in your ass. You collapse onto your arms, your face buried into the floor of the Humvee. You’re breathing hard, gasping out when John pulls himself out of you. You sit up, leaning up against the side. All three of you spend the next few minutes calming down. It’s silent aside from pants coming from the three of you. Gaz’s laugh breaks the silence. “Fuck. This is crazy.” He chuckles. Your cheeks redden. “Yeah it is.”

“Don’t regret anything though.” John shrugs. Over the next few minutes, you get redressed. Getting cleaned up and you’re sitting at the desk when they both return to the front. “See you around, sweetheart.” John’s hand connecting with your ass has you jumping forward, a gasp leaning your lips. “Uh.. I’ll have the Humvee ready by morning.” You mumble. “No worries sweetheart.” Kyle smiles, sending you a wink as they begin to walk away. When they disappear, you sit down, still in shock by what’s just happened to you. After a few minutes, you feel your phone vibrate, sliding it from your pocket and opening it. You see a message from Gaz, and it’s an attachment. Your face turns beat red when the video pops up. “Jesus Christ.” You mumble, shaking your head as you stand up to continue working on the Humvee.

[rootsofdread]

i'll never get tired of Ace getting a place in each and every my "x reader" request. Never.

So..Ace, Trickster, Yunjin, Kate and Dredge with a survivor, who can mimic any type of voice perfectly, no matter the gender, tone and distortion? They usually do it if the killer is trying to tunnel someone, when they are really, REALLY salty, or just to fuck with someone and say dumb shit in their voice while being hidden behind a rock or something

🦞 loveyouasalways

Ace Visconti:

Ace had heard someone’s voice beckon him from within a locker. He figured they needed some help with something. When he opened it, he saw you…definitely not who was speaking to him. You shook your head and he assumed he must just be hearing things — something not entirely unlikely in the fog. After he closed the locker and started heading out of the building, he heard the same voice call him again from the same locker. Now he knew that it had to be you…but there was no way that’s your voice, right? He came and opened the locker to surprise you, catching you in the act. You immediately started laughing, and so did he.

He decides to hang around you more often after this interaction. He loves seeing you pull the same prank on others, either for fun or for revenge, even on some killers. He really gets a kick out of it, usually giving both of you away in the process. Sometimes, he’ll employ you to use your vocal mimicry to trick some other survivors out of their items and add-ons; he has several bets running with quite a few of them, and sometimes he has a hard time winning them. He splits the winnings with you.

Kate Denson:

Kate was wandering around a dark forest looking for her teammates when she heard a beautiful singing voice from deep within the trees. As she got closer, she could swear it sounded like her own voice. Maybe someone found a recording of one of her songs on an old radio here…but when she finally found the source, she saw you sitting on a stump. You waved at her when she found you, which led her to believe you did this to catch her attention. She was a bit touched, truth be told.

You and her became close pretty quick after this. She found it both interesting and amusing, at times, that you could perfectly emulate anyone else’s voice. She loved singing with you, even if it may have been weird singing with someone who had the exact same singing voice as her, she still loved it. You and her did become known for messing with others as well, with both of you talking in the same voice but from opposite sides of someone, making their poor brain short circuit.

Yun-Jin Lee:

Yun-Jin was trying to open up a chest in the basement when she heard…Ji-Woon’s voice from behind her. She swore she wasn’t running from him this time, but her head still whipped around to make sure. She saw you immediately keel over laughing with another survivor. She figured it must have been payback for her sandbagging you earlier on in the trial. What a cruel joke…she purses her lips and goes back to opening up the chest, retrieving a decent flashlight and leaving with her head held high. You know you’ve started something.

For a while, her relationship with you is a rivalry, with the both of you constantly trying to get back at each other for something that the other one did. You do it in a much more…humorous way, with the way you always screw with her, while she takes it more seriously. At some point — neither of you are sure when exactly — the two of you became more friendly. She even begins finding your practical jokes funny. She enjoys tagging along with you to toy with someone else.

Ji-Woon Hak / The Trickster:

Ji-Woon had first heard you when he was trying to stick as many knives as he could into a certain survivor. He’d lost sight of them when they ran up the stairs of a building, and when he heard their voice downstairs, he assumed they must’ve jumped out a window to backtrack. As he runs downstairs to find them, he hears the distinct noise of them jumping out the window above him…but he swears he heard them downstairs. What the hell…just as he decides to head outside to see if he can find them again, he sees you peeking your head above a hole-ridden couch.

You’re most often a pest to him, though he does find your talents amusing. If he can manage to catch it, he loves seeing the look on other survivors’ faces when you perfectly mimic their voices, or try to throw them off by mimicking his own. It gives him a genuine, little laugh. Sometimes, he does try to convince you to use your talent to lure other survivors into his clutches, agreeing is an easy way to earn his favor; but he knows most survivors aren’t so quick to give up their teammates. Either way, he tends to find you…quirky.

The Dredge:

The Dredge had first heard your talents when it had been a little too focused on one survivor that had managed to make it angry. It lost sight of them for a few moments when it heard their voice from inside the Killers’ shack. When it teleported there, and jumped out of the locker, it was surprised to find no one was in there…and there seemed to be no trace of anyone having been in there. It whipped its head all around for a few seconds before it heard giggling from inside the second locker, and it locked eyes with you from between the slats in the top.

After this, it comes to find you more entertaining than an annoyance. It took a while, but now when it finds you after trying to find someone else, you hear it laugh a little before turning to find whoever it was actually searching for. You even catch it by surprise when you perfectly recreate its mass of screaming voices. Sure, it was aware you could mimic people, but it had no idea you could mimic…anything. This entertains it to no end, and you can make it giggle just by repeating anything it had said in its own voice.

[writin-with-the-blues]

Hi hi! I was wondering if I could request TF2 mercs falling for a male S/O who is the enemy medic. Like S/O is nice to them never killing and is just the opposite of Red Medic? Cheerful and very optimistic, one day they notice during a match that S/O is missing. Only to find them clonked out behind a crate just dead asleep they look completely exhausted, not even an explosion going off would wake them

A/N: Alright Anon, I’ll see what I can do for you! I am going with headcannons with this request. Sorry If the Mercs are out of character especially Pyro, heavy, and Demo. Also I am so tired

TF2 Mercs falling for a Male!Blue medic!S/O

Scout:

He at first hates you the most but once he falls in love, he falls hard.

My god was he suspicious of your every move. Not really because you were an enemy, he couldn’t give less of a shit but because something in his mind couldn’t wrap around the idea of a nice medic. However, he starts to see you a lot more on the battlefield, and you just grew on him.

The way your eyes crinkle, the way your eyes shimmered when taking care of your patients, that smile, even the tiny stubble, god you were a masterpiece that he’d try to draw often.

He thought today on the battlefield would be no different, the usual banter, bullets, explosions, but no sign of his favorite doc. Until he found you asleep behind a crate.

He tried to wake you up normally, then tried dragging you but both weren’t effective. So he tried something really reckless.

He lifted your head, letting your head rest on arm as he used his cap to cover your face from the sunlight. He gently twirl your hair around his finger. He thought he was really charming at that moment.

Soldier:

God bless your heart because Jane is a handful.

He thinks you are very unpatriotic and untrustworthy. Not really because you are cheery, but because you aren’t killing people. He sees it almost as a sign of disrespect to your side no matter how much he doesn’t like them.

So when he starts falling in love, he just gets louder and more aggressive. Quite literally trying to get those voices to get out of his head. Because obviously he couldn’t love a traitor.

No matter how every time you talked about your patients, you give them the upmost respect and support. No matter how much your smile can just pierce through his thoughts.

It was a usual day for Soldier, the sounds of explosions, bombs, gunfire. When he saw you sleeping on the ground behind a crate.

He of course tried yelling you awake, shaking your body so much like his life depended on it. But of course it was no use.

So for the first time, in a while, he took a deep breath. He decided to stand by you and do the only thing he could think to do. Protect you with the same passion that you cared for others.

Pyro:

Out of everyone, they’d fall in love the fastest.

Pyro, in some sense, is fully aware of the violence they have inflicted onto others. Just refuses to think about it.

So seeing your smiling face, was just such a sight for sore eyes. Especially considering everything they have done.

Whenever they see you, they just can’t help but somehow give some sort of affection, it makes them just smile.

So not seeing you out on the battlefield, you know, helping people, is jarring. So jarring in fact they go looking for you.

So seeing you completely wiped behind a crate makes them basically jump and try to find solutions. One of the first and the one they acted on first is picking you up and taking you to a place they’d think you’d be safe.

Safe to say you are surprised when you wake up next to a bonfire with them.

Demoman:

Probably straight up finds you hot.

Despite being drunk, all of the time when he sees, he can see why not only your team likes you, but also himself.

It’s the sweat that falls down your face from the moving and the heat of explosions, that passion you have for taking care of people, still being a pacifist? In this hell scape? Yeah hot.

However that does not stop him from doing his job, he still has to occasionally kill you, always in front of people. However, what truly shows people how he feels about you is when all eyes are turned away and just tipsy instead of fully drunk.

Today, happens to be that day. He feels the nice warmth of the explosions, the tiny ringing of his ears, though it takes a bit to find you.

He finds you, of course, passed out behind the crate. He tried to help you wake up, however, even his ear piercing screams couldn’t wake you. So he figured that, he’d do his best.

Waking up to your head on his shoulders with the smell of Alcohol and gunpowder was not apart of your schedule.

Heavy:

Didn’t really care, of course there was a bias for you as a medic but other than that, generally didn’t care.

He saw you in battle and like anyone else, he’d mow you down. Watching you fall like a domino. Though, as time spread on, he’d slow down and hesitate.

It’s the way that you almost skip around helping others. The way you stood as if you were the sun is what made him fall in love.

So, he tries to communicate, but in your perspective, you think he just hates you more. With the dead on stares, the grunts, just generally not a talkative compared to how he was before.

It was a usual day, mainly made up of his mini gun firing off every bullet it had. It took a bit to realize you were gone, but once he did, god it was a man hunt.

Finding you behind a crate, passed out, was not what he was expecting, but not really surprised considering your eyebags. So he picked you up completely and tried to find a comfortable place to sleep.

Waking up in a very comfortable bed was not what you were expecting today. Especially seeing the guy that you thought hated you relaxing in a chair nearby.

Engineer:

Another neutral person, but my god you grew on him faster than he really expected.

Usually you ended up being mowed down by the machinery he makes, so ends up seeing you a lot more than other Mercs do. So he can end up learning more about you.

It’s your voice that does it for him. The way you always sounded so happy when taking care of others just completely struck a chord in him and he can’t tell you why.

When he does, he does eventually fall in love he talks to you a lot more often and on a lot better terms. You two sometimes end up in chats about machines.

It was the usual day of setting up his sentry gun, dispensers, Teleporters, maybe shooting a guy in the face. Though, he knew something was off immediately about the day, and it clicked that you weren’t there.

He found you behind a crate, asleep. It was the most painfully relatable thing he has seen in a while. He was also tired and wanted to fall asleep after working on everything the night before. So he decided to kill two birds with one stone.

Waking up to a sentry gun and a completely passed out engie snoring away was not on your bingo card.

Medic:

He doesn’t like you and it’ll take a while for him to do so.

He doesn’t like you mainly because you act like such a goody two shoes. All high and mighty and for what? Why would you do that when you could be using your patients to advance the medical field. (No wonder why you still have your license.)

Though he fell in love for you for your intelligence. The way you somehow streamline your care, use your equipment effectively, and generally how you think.

Of course he’d never tell you. Much less show you not only the respect he has, but also his feelings. So he just hides them all away doing anything but thinking about you.

He almost knew immediately something was awry when the match began and you weren’t there. He began searching for you immediately and it wasn’t hard to find you.

Right behind a crate. Asleep. He of course assumed the worst, but ended up realizing you weren’t suffering from some condition and ended up just relaxing next to you.

You awoke to the sounds of him adjusting his medigun right next to you. Pushing up his glasses as he stares down to it.

Sniper:

He hated you.

He just absolutely didn’t like the whole cheery thing you brought to the table. He found the whole thing condescending to be in an active war zone with a smile on your face.

Though what made him fall in love, was the way your hands worked. Something about the way you stitched your teammates together has him absolutely mesmerized. He couldn’t tell you why.

So what does he do? Try to go back to normal. Try key word. It is always so hard for him to take a shot at you, he’d always get shaky hands even thinking about it.

So he had mixed feelings when you were gone, like completely out of the picture for a match. Like, he has never been able to pick off so many enemies in a while but also, where were you?

So he ended up finding you after going to get some ammo to reload. Just completely passed out behind a crate. His first reaction was quiet swearing at the situation he ended up in, but then having to drag you somewhere that wasn’t a hot spot for his team to come back and forth from.

Waking up in a sniper’s nest is a unique way to wake up. The silence coming from sniper as he just focused on the enemy team, with no worries in his head.

Spy:

He distrusted you but he does fall in love eventually.

He had many remarks and criticisms of the way you lived your life, especially with the whole pacifism thing? Yeah that he really didn’t like.

Though what he fell for in you was your eyes. He knows from experience there is a lot you can gather about a person from just the way the look at stuff. So the way your pupil expands when you hear that your patients are doing better touches him.

So you are so confused when this man’s snarky remarks, general attitude, and making fun of you turns into flirting. Or you think it’s flirting, but it’s really hard to tell.

It was supposed to be a usual day, but like the medic, he knew immediately that something way wrong. As he sleuthed his was through lines upon lines, he found you.

You were asleep behind a crate. Though spy did try to awake you with the usual shaking, you didn’t wake up. So he decided to do what he felt was the best course of action.

You don’t know how, but you woke up in your own bed.

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Summary: You threaten a renowned colossi of a sniper and challenge him to fight.

Tags: sniper!könig x sniper!fem!reader, canon divergence, power imbalance(?), mentions of medicinal drug usage, unedited, reader implied to be on the younger side

Word count: 1.2k

Notes: I've decided to experiment more with characterization; I believe many character headcanons and depictions I make are often influenced by my own experiences, which is obvious, but it's hard to grasp when the character your writing is not only the opposite of you in many ways, but likely has a mindset much unlike yours (male, strong, a soldier, of a culture I know little of, etc) I feel like due to my own experiences, I unintentionally feminize and soften these hardened (male) characters... all this to say that if I keep jumping between versions of these characters, its due to this LMAO—also, the major parallels this has to one of my previous konig oneshots was intentional! and, as usual, sorry for the dubious quality, i just wanted to get the idea down!

You were nervous.

It was hard not to bounce your leg, glance left and right, fiddle with anything beside or on you (dog tag, straps of your gear, a random coin), just trying to shake away the underlying anxiety that ate away at you.

But this is your first 'high-stake' mission, and not only that, but you've been handed to by veterans way beyond your league. You felt clumsy among them, severely inadequate.

Especially since you've been paired with the master class sniper, König.

The mission, according to Aksel, is 'simple enough' for the two of you: you guys will be planted in opposite areas of the enemy base and shoot down and provide back up if stragglers come out or reinforcements come.

But, again—first fucking mission ever that's something as intense as this, and not only that, again, you were paired with König.

You hadn't said anything though, merely nodding to the instruction with a swift 'understood, sir!'

Though you couldn't deny it: it was eating at you, and with your mind clouded with so much thought, it was difficult determining if your hands were gonna be steady enough to shoot (even though it didn't matter because the mission was taking place next week).

While you were busy mulling and agonizing over the hundreds and thousands of ways you could fuck up, you hadn't noticed a certain man making his way to you.

It was only when he spoke that you realized there was someone near. Head shooting up, you spoke quickly, not quite processing right away who it was.

"Yes?"

And then it hit you:

It's König.

It shouldn't have been much of a surprise—it's only natural for pairs in mission to discuss the details and set some sort of plan beforehand; it's practically protocol, actually.

But still, it surprised you. Still, you were able to shake off the surprise quick enough for his words to properly register when he spoke.

"You're nervous."

König said the words with no ire, no disgust, no nothing. It was an observation, plain and simple.

"I... suppose I am, sir."

A puff of laughter—or was it just a scoff? Snort? "No need to address me as 'sir', I'm not your superior."

"Sorry. It's hard to when, you know," shut up. "you're kind of... legendary? I mean, master sniper and all," please just shut the fuck up. "You're kind of like a superior in a skill sense? You know in those rpgs when like—"

"I get it."

You laughed awkwardly, refusing to look at him directly.

"May I give you a piece of advice?"

You looked at him then. "Yes?"

"Cut the rambling short. Although I don't mind it, many others could and will use it against you—it's better to be blunt and honest rather than shy and all over the place." He lifted a finger. "One presumes and sets dominance," he lifted a second finger. "The other presumes and sets weakness."

You were a little offended by that. "Okay but what if I just stabbed them? Can't call me weak after that, even if I start stuttering like Porky Pig."

"..."

"...sorry."

König laughed, and this time, you could properly identify it as one; it was throaty, almost raspy. "I see now—you're a loose-lipped girl. Either a mumbling mess or a sharp-tongued harpy."

"That a bad thing or a good thing?"

"It depends; say I use it against you, will you commit to your word and stab me?"

"I... won't?"

"Then no longer are your words a threat to me, because I now know you're just bark and no bite—"

"I won't because we're comrades right now, but I'd stab you the moment my contract ends!"

Fuck. Fuck.

You did not just threaten a man nearly twice your height and thrice your muscle mass—

"You'll stab me when your contract ends?" He echoed. Amused.

Amused.

"Yeah, dull knife and all—cut you like butter." You rose from your seat, almost chest-to-chest, staring up at König with a glare.

He met your glare with crinkled eyes.

He was looking at you as though you were nothing but a petulant, whiny kid.

"Foolish girl," his voice was light, chiding. "You're barking at the wrong man. Surely you can see that?"

"You're awfully cocky, aren't you? Why not challenge this 'foolish girl' to a spar and prove your worth?!"

"Hmm... okay. I see why not. Perhaps a good hit or two will set you straight, no?"

It took you everything not to (try to) body-slam that fucker.

World renowned sniper or not, you're gonna kick his ass to the goddamn dirt till he's nothing but a pulp of fabric and blood.

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The two of you were quick to make your way outside, somewhere far enough where no one would see the unregulated fight, but close enough for the safe-house to be in your line of sight.

Sand whipped and pushed at you, the sun was scorching and degrading, but you held still; you were determined to kick König's ass—even if he's huge, you know how to fight big opponents, you trained rigorously to.

König stood two meters from you. He cast a long shadow, light kissing the top of his metal helmet. "The rules are simple enough; whoever keeps the other pinned down for five seconds win and we only use the military-issued knife. Is this fair?"

"Fair."

"Good," he nodded. "Start."

The sand made your footwork unsteady, but not enough to throw you off; light on your feet, you moved close to König, knife unsheathed.

He didn't pull out his knife—in fact, he hardly moved, merely pivoting from time to time from your swings.

You swung your blade forward, aiming for his vest; again, he easily dodged, and with your outstretched arm he pulled you forward.

You could hardly register the movement; one second you were on your feet, and the next you were flat on your stomach, sand in your mouth, and blade far from your hand.

You couldn't move: your wrists were tight in König's grip, his knee digging into your lower back. You tried wriggling your legs, but his knee dug deeper until you let out a pained wheeze.

Then, a moment later, he continued pushing his knee deeper. The sand burned your skin.

1...

2...

3...

"Okay—fuck, okay, stop—you win! Happy now?!"

4...

5...

He finally moved his knee. The shadow that cast over your body was gone.

"You should be happy, maus." He sighed somewhat dramatically. "Had it been any other man, I'm sure he would've been thrilled to harm a pretty girl. Many have twisted minds."

"I'll jus—eugh..." you spat out sand, flipping over and sitting on your ass, propping yourself up with your hands. "I'll just stab those ones, then—and wait! Why'd you say that? That's super creepy, and what does 'maus' mean—?"

"Enough of the blabbing." König said. "And 'maus' means mouse."

"Mouse?"

"Yes, because you chatter away like a little mouse. I like mice."

"You're..."

"Weird?"

"Weird would be underselling it," you muttered, getting on your feet.

"Hm. At least my severe 'weirdness' cured you of your anxiety."

You were ready to snap out an insult, but... he was right.

Your hands weren't shaking anymore. They were steady. You could trust them.

But you couldn't give him that. "Weird assumption, weirdo. I just had a lot of coffee."

"...it seems I've failed to cured you of your tongue, though.”

Childishly, you stuck out your tongue. "Loser."

He merely huffed a laugh at that. It didn't anger you as much as before.

Actually... it didn't piss you off at all.

He really was a weirdo. Nothing like the image you had conjured of him before. (You liked this version of König better.)

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Halfway through the BG3 Holiday Challenge ✨

Prompt: Holiday Spirit

Featuring: Astarion x Rogue!Tav

Series: Fits into Love at First Knife, AO3 link here

Premise: You’re used to being stressed: first, life as a rogue on the streets of Baldur’s Gate, then, surviving the Absolute. What you were unprepared for was how particular holiday stress would be. In particular, how stressful hosting would be. When Astarion notices this, he aims to get you back in the holiday spirit.

Tags: POV Second Person, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Fluff, Holidays, post-canon, comfort

Word count: ~1.4k (this was supposed to be short, what happened)

Midwinter is just around the corner and you find yourself running around like a madperson– well, more mad than usual. For some gods forsaken reason, you've decided to have guests over for the holiday– you even had the unmitigated confidence to tell your lover, ‘don’t worry, I want to do this myself.’ You haven't the faintest where to start.

Astarion, the perceptive vampire that he is, notices that as the days to Midwinter countdown, your 'holiday spirit' or so you call it, seems to be dwindling. On this particular evening he watches you as he leans on the doorway to the kitchen.

You're walking in circles, apparently unable to decide where to place a decorative candle. After you put it back in the same spot for the third time, he speaks up.

"Darling, are you alright?"

You jump, not realizing that Astarion's been there this entire time. It's rare that he surprises you, so your heart begins working overtime at the sudden shock. "Oh gods, Astarion," you breathe out. "How in the hells did you sneak up on me like that?"

He chuckles lightly and pushes off the doorframe. "I'm afraid I've been watching you for at least half an hour. It's been cute, mind you, but I figured I should say something eventually."

That brings a small frown to your face. Am I losing my touch? Or is it all of this damned stress? You're about to ask when Astarion places a finger on the corner of your mouth.

“Love, what’s the matter?” he says, prodding your cheek up to form a half smile. “You seem to be in short supply of your usual winter-merriment.” You move to bite his poking finger, but he avoids it easily, adjusting his hand to cup your cheek. “Darling.”

“I guess,” you start glumly, annoyed to be trapped in his loving palm. “I am stressed about this whole Midwinter get-together we have planned.”

He brings up his other hand to cup the other side of your face. “I can see that, my sweet. But why are you so stressed? They’re just our old companions.”

“Friends,” you correct as you give him a look. He’ll get used to the word eventually, you’re sure. “And it’s not them that I’m stressed about. It’s… me.”

You feel your face squished between Astarion’s cold hands as he says, “Don’t you dare say something disparaging about yourself next, I’m warning you.”

The glare you give him is quite likely the opposite of whatever holiday cheer is. “Then why did you ask?”

“Because I thought it would be something reasonable!” he says, indignantly, shaking your head a bit. “Like that you were annoyed Gale actually accepted the invitation.”

You laugh at that despite yourself, and you see Astarion’s self-satisfied grin at your reaction. “No, I’m afraid it’s nothing like that,” you say and your laughter turns into a sigh.

“Fine, tell me. But if you’re too hard to yourself, I will spend the rest of the evening lavishing you with praise,” he warns, finally letting go of your face.

"Astarion, I don't know how to be… domestic," you say the word like it may as well be abyssal. "The only things I know how to do are kill and apparently lead a crew of barely functional adventurers. What if the whole thing is a disaster?"

"You know, for someone who seems concerned about disasters, you sure run toward them a lot, my dear," Astarion replies with a smirk.

"You aren't helping."

"Sorry, sorry, I couldn't resist," he says and moves to grab your limply hanging hand. Holding it between his, he brings it up for a kiss and continues, “Well, if it makes you feel better, I don’t think any of us are very good at being domestic– except maybe Gale, I suppose.”

You groan at that. “You’re right, we should have let him host.”

Astarion tugs on your hand now, shaking his head. “No, no, no. That’s not what that means. What that means is that this is new for all of us, so none of us have any expectations. If your version of Midwinter involves decorating with skulls and blood, so be it.”

You give a breathy laugh at that. “I think only you would like that.”

“Oh, I don’t know. I wouldn't rule Shadowheart out either,” he says, taking a step closer to you. “And if you need more brilliant ideas like that, you know I’m here to help, love.”

“But I wanted to do this on my own,” you mutter, looking down remorsefully. “To show you that the holidays can be fun, even if it doesn’t look like it right now.”

“You know there’s nothing I’d like more than for you to prove me wrong,” he begins, finally closing the distance between you and pulling you into his arms. He speaks his next words into your hair, “But I think I’d still prefer it if you were having fun again. To me, the most important part of the holiday is living vicariously through your joy.”

You blink blankly in his embrace for a moment, surprised at how easily his words fill you with relief. “Are you sure you want to help?" you ask, squeezing him to you tightly. "I won't go easy on you, there's a lot of decorating, tidying, and cooking to help with."

"When have you ever gone easy on me?" he asks with a laugh. "And you might want me to steer clear of the cooking, but otherwise, I'm all yours, love."

Pulling away from him, you give him a good, long look, verifying he means what he says. His smile is sweet, his eyes expectant, and you decide that it's alright to let this go – you really could use a second pair of hands at least. "Oh very well," you huff, though you can't resist the smile that comes to your face. "But if at any moment you feel like you’re starting to hate the holiday, you have to warn me!"

He places a hand on his chest in a vow. "You have my word. Besides, I can all but guarantee you that this will be the finest Midwinter I’ve had in 200 years."

“Astarion,” you say, feeling an ache settle in your chest at his admission.

The vampire grabs you by the shoulders and says, “Stop that. I didn’t say that to make you feel bad, I said it to inspire you. Understood?”

“Yes, love,” you say, swallowing down the emotions that threaten to overtake you.

“Good. Now tell me what you need,” he says, releasing your shoulders and gently running his hands down your arms.

You nod. "Alright. Your first task is simple: where in the hells should this candle go?" You gesture to the very same candle he'd been watching you struggle with earlier. It stands awkwardly on your kitchen table like a testament to your frustration.

Astarion looks at it for a moment and places a hand on his chin as he thinks. He walks over to the candle, picks it up, turns it a few times. Finally, he answers you with, “In the bin.”

“What?”

“In the bin, dear. We can do better.” He walks back over to you and hands you the candle, a beautiful white thing that has little snowflakes carved into the side. You wonder what could possibly be wrong with it but he’s already answering you. “I know you were probably trying to be mindful of my taste, but this candle? This isn’t you at all. Where is the red one that smells strongly of cinnamon?”

“Oh, I didn’t think you like that–”

“Nonsense,” he says, waving away your concern. ”If we’re going to host others, we’re going to make our home reflect both of us and be appropriately festive. This is why you were struggling, love. You needed someone with vision.”

You smile at him, appreciating his enthusiasm despite the snark. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you’re starting to enjoy the holidays yourself, Astarion.”

“Oh, darling,” he murmurs, wrapping a hand around your waist. “You know I can find enjoyment in anything involving you.” His fingers grip you a little tighter and he gives you a naughty grin.

You raise an eyebrow at him suggestively and say, “That’s good, because I plan on keeping you busy all night. Let’s start with picking some placemats.”

Tossing the candle into a pile of decorations, Astarion and you get to work, setting up the home you’ve built together for the allies you now call friends.