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see you soon ; jason todd x batmom reader (ft bruce wayne)

includes: jason's beloved dubbed 'princesa' (can read it as her and/or jason being latina/latino or spanish being jason's 1st/2nd language!) & tooth-rotting fluff!

a/n: combining @xoxokirby's jason todd x princesa with my batmom AU in this quick, cute thought because I just love talking about them together 💗

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"Alright, so here's the hot chocolate," You carefully passed Jason the heavy double-cup holder, "And in here is your Philly cheesesteak, some soups and your girl's panini sandwich. And I threw in some brownie pudding in there since we had extra. Make sure you don't heat it up beyond forty-five seconds. You're lucky you texted me just as dinner rush started."

While waiting for Jason to come and pick up the orders he had requested you just hours ago, you closed down the necessary so you could head home with Bruce straight away once he finishes his work in the office. Not once had Jason stopped offering on taking you back to the manor first before heading back to his girlfriend at his apartment, but you insisted otherwise.

And how could he say no to his mother?

"Yeah, that's on me," Your son smiled sheepishly, holding the bags of food and drinks with ease, "Y'sure we don't gotta pay up?"

"What makes you think I'm making my own kids pay for food at my café all of a sudden?" You rested your hands on your hips, brows raised as if he had asked the dumbest question ever.

"'m just askin', y'don't have to be so mad. Sheesh," He shrugged, only to dodge your playful smack with a laugh, "Kiddin', kiddin'."

But the big smile on his face remained.

A lot of things make him smile, be it from you, his siblings, Bruce at times or his beloved, but he just couldn't help replaying how you considered his girl one of 'your kids', as if, like him, you just knew she was the one.

"Be sure to tell her about the family dinner that we're having in two weeks." You reminded him, slipping on your gloves before turning off most of the lights. It would be her first dinner with the Waynes, and you wanted nothing more than to have her as a part of your family’s cheesy traditions.

"I will," He nodded, and just as you wondered about the extra joy he was radiating, he hugged you with one arm—the one that was holding the bag of food, "Thanks, ma."

"Oh, Jay," You chuckled, returning the hug with a few pats in his back, "I'm just looking out for my kids."

Just then, you and Jason heard the sound of engine approaching, and lo and behold, the familiar black Aston Martin came into view.

"That's our cue. C'mon," You playfully pushed him from the back, drawing a worried 'ma!', afraid he might drop the food. You just responded to his pout with a cheeky smile before exiting the café, with him waiting for you to lock the door. Winter came in early in Gotham, and the citizens took the opportunity to decorate the city in ways that seemed so... familial.

You opened the passenger door, "Hey." You lit up as Bruce leaned in, his warm lips tickled your cold cheek.

"Sorry I'm late. Tried to finish up some of the last reports before the holidays."

You reassured him, shaking your head as you did, "You're not, I promise. Plus, Jay waited with me."

Bruce looked over at your door, where Jason stood, "Thanks, Jason. Head home safely and don't forget about the dinner, alright?"

"I won't," He nodded curtly as he walked backwards, heading to the alley where he parked his bike, "I'll text y'when I reach home."

"Say hi to princesa for us!" You grinned, waving as you watched your son disappear into the back of the store. You closed the door, turning to Bruce and officially greeting him with a quick but nonetheless sweet kiss, "Hi, you."

"Hi yourself," He sighed in content, leaning in for another kiss as he held the steering wheel, "Shall we?"

"Of course." You replied, and just as your seatbelt clicked into place, Jason drove past you, but not before waving at you and Bruce as he did.

With the end of the year around the corner, you were tired, and so was Bruce. Jason was no different and he didn't doubt that his girl was beat, too.

But it was impossible to suppress the smiles on your faces, knowing that none of you will end the day by your lonesome.

Just a hot drink in hand, a comfy bed to cuddle up in, and your other half to hold onto.

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[hannibals-favourite-meal]

30k follower celebration for Hannibal Lecter please prompt 3 “I never thought I would see you again.”

.⋆｡Won’t Let Go Again｡⋆.

Hannibal Lecter x plus size reader

implied Hannigram x plus size reader

Moving to Baltimore was supposed to be a fresh start, to escape the ghosts of your past but a budding new friendship with an FBI profiler leads you back to the man who left you behind

Warnings: european!reader, DARK, usual Hannibal warnings (implied cannibalism, kidnapping, drugging, manipulation), childhood lovers, needles

WC: 1.2k

Minors DNI

Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

Halloween Celebration

America confused you, everything was big and moved so quickly, you considered it a miracle that you didn’t constantly get lost. But it was such a beautiful place, especially Baltimore. The mixture of old and new architecture that lined the bay was so reminiscent of your old home but also gave you a whole new world to explore.

With a paper map in your hands, you wandered down a mostly empty street, your small heels clacking softly against the pavement. You were determined in your search for a new coffee shop to try out on your day off but so far, you have been unsuccessful. Head down and concentrated, you didn’t notice an equally distracted man walking straight in your direction.

You bowled into each other and you both fell down. You winced and the man yelped as you crashed onto the cold sidewalk. “Oh god! I am so sorry, I should’ve seen where I was going.” You apologised quickly, ignoring the way the skin of your knees burned with pain.

The man shook his head at you, causing his brown curls to tumble over his forehead. “No it’s my fault, sometimes I just wander and forget my surroundings.” He pulled himself to his feet and offered you a hand, although he would not meet your eyes.

“I suppose we are both at fault then.” You chuckled and allowed him to help you to your feet. Your long skirt fell back over your legs, concealing the small cuts on your knees. You took note of the way he made sure that you were all right before he appraised his own body for any injuries. 

He suddenly ducked down and grabbed something from a puddle on the side of the street, and when he popped back up with your now destroyed and waterlogged map, he smiled sheepishly at you. “How about I get us some coffee as a sorry for ruining your map?”

He finally met your gaze with the most beautiful pair of blue eyes you had ever seen. Then his stomach growled loudly and he looked away, pink dusting over his high cheekbones. “Then let me buy some sandwiches for us both.” You offered.

——————

Your friendship with Will Graham was like how you viewed the states, both nostalgic and brand new, filled with mystery and comfort. You learned quickly that he was not a very reliable friend given that he frequently disappeared into cases and his own mind but he was also an incredible friend when he was around.

He showed you all of Baltimore and taught you some tricks to navigating any city so you wouldn’t get lost. And now, he was inviting you to dinner- at his therapist’s house. 

“I would hardly call this romantic, Will.” His eyes flicked to you as he reached to ring the doorbell of the townhouse in front of you.

“I never said this was going to be romantic.” He snipped but he still squeezed your hand tightly.

You rolled your eyes playfully. “You said that you were taking me to dinner somewhere nice, I assumed it was a date.”

“You’re teasing me, I don’t like when you tease me.” He muttered but you could clearly see the way the corner of his lips turned upwards in a soft smile. 

Before you could retort that he did in fact love your teasing, the door opened and the breath was sucked from your lungs. “Hannibal.”

Amber eyes widened and the careful composure he possessed, fell away. “Mylimasis.” (Beloved) Your hand went limp in Will’s hold and suddenly your vision was blurry with tears.

“I-I have to go.” But your companion held tight, his own blue eyes staring at you with an apt fascination. You could see the way his brain was ticking over, analysing each and every part of you but you refused to give anything away. “Let me leave.” 

You tried to pull from his hold and instead you were pushed into another one. Hannibal was much stronger than you remembered and he easily pulled you into his home. Will followed close behind, shutting the door with a firm slam. You would later question why he so blindly obeyed Hannibal but in the moment, you were only focused on the way your heart was breaking all over again. 

His chest was firm beneath your touch as he tugged you fully into his arms. He was older, there was no doubt about that, but the longer you looked into those golden eyes you used to know so well, the more you saw of that boy who had stolen your very soul. “My mylimasis, I never thought I would see you again.” 

Your anger flared once more, setting your veins alight with a fire you thought you had extinguished long ago. “That tends to happen when you abandon someone.” He did not even flinch at your fight.

A large, warm hand cupped your full cheek as he gazed at you just the same as he had so many years ago- you wanted to punch that look off of his face. “Even more beautiful than I remember.”

Your eyes burned with unshed tears, memories unearthing from the deep graves in your mind you had buried them in.

The first time you saw him, you didn’t think he was real. He was so beautiful he had to have been some sort of fae. His regal features practically glowed in the spring sunlight as he smiled at you. You could never clearly remember what he said to you that day in the flower fields by your small home but you did remember the feeling of his words- love, comfort, warmth.

But the day he left, his touch only brought you pain. You could still feel the way that the gravel sliced into your palms as you fell at his feet, begging him not to leave. He promised you the world yet he took the world from you. His eyes were dark, his lips turned down in a vicious sneer.

No matter how hard you tried, you could not forget the expression of pure hatred and disgust he held on that day. 

“You know her?” Will finally spoke from behind you. Hannibal finally looked away from you and to his patient who still stood awkwardly right in front of the door. 

“She is my first love.” He answered simply as you scoffed under your breath. “It seems fate brought my two loves to each other and then to me.” 

Your eyes went wide. “Let me go!” You thrashed violently but his grip never faltered. “You’re fucking crazy!” Hannibal never even acknowledged your struggle, instead nodding over your head towards his lover.

So caught up in your struggle, you didn’t hear the opening and subsequent shutting of a drawer before the heat of Will’s body drew closer and his breath tickled the back of your neck. “Don’t fight it, it will only make this worse.” His voice sounded cold and so unlike the man who would call you in the middle of the night to talk about a new stray dog he rescued.

You tried to turn your head but Hannibal firmly gripped your jaw, keeping you still. There was a pinch in your neck then warmth suddenly flooded through you. “Fuck you.” Even as your words slurred, the malice in your tone didn’t escape either man.

“Just close your eyes mylimasis, we will never let you go ever again.” The darkness swallowed you whole.

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ɞ ― make a home in you; chuckle sandwich

cw + info! fluff, headcanons / no CWs

includes! ted nivison + charlie slimecicle + jschlatt

dedication! @ivyinnit

notes! i’m currently trying to get over a breakup and am kind of struggling w yearning atmo so this request (while old) was kind of perfect thank you for dropping into my askbox, ivy!! little update: it’s been so long since i’ve received this request, i know. it should’ve been easy to get it out quickly, but school absolutely melted me this semester. i know that ivy’s deactivated now, but in the case that she comes across it, i hope you enjoy beloved <3

TED

⎼ y’all schedule out laundry days together. it’s cute as fuck okok

⎼ forehead and cheek kisses while you’re on your way out the door

⎼ if he wakes up before you, he makes your morning drink of choice just the way you like it! though, he prefers to sleep in with you

⎼ if you don’t have any important plans for the day and you’ve set alarms just for the sake of waking up at a certain time, he turns them all off before you wake up. he wants to give you an opportunity to rest as much as you need to; your body will wake up when it’s ready

⎼ brunch dates! while you guys prefer to sleep in together, you alternate between sleeping in and waking up at a reasonable hour depending on your plans. ted really likes taking you out to brunch and just walking around window shopping with you after

⎼ if either of you are going somewhere important, the other will help them get ready and run through a mental checklist with them before they go in order to make sure the person leaving has absolutely everything they need

⎼ y’all are constantly doing bits. it’s kind of confusing for your friends, but neither of you care much because you’re just having a great time

⎼ ted is an absolute gentleman always, not just in the honeymoon phase. constantly opening doors for you, helping you put your sweater on when you’re leaving the house, opening the car door for you. stuff like that

⎼ he rubber ducks for you a lot. just sits down near you and listens, letting you work out your issues by talking it out without feeling awkward about it

⎼ he’s just overall a great listener and very in-tune with your needs. only gives advice and input when you ask for it, but he always makes an effort to validate your feelings. holds you when you need him to and steps back when he senses that you need space. also really good at problem solving and helping out when you get overwhelmed or have sensory overload

– when you have bad days, he has a tendency to go above and beyond. he cooks dinner for you, makes sure your comfy clothes are all washed and clean, and generally just makes sure you have to do as little as possible so that you have the proper space to calm down

CHARLIE

– you guys have rapid fire joke contests together, usually late at night when you’re sitting on kitchen counters, snacking. you go back and forth until either the two of you are laughing so hard that it would be physically impossible to keep going, or someone can’t come up with a joke fast enough

– you try to stay on the sleep cycle but you both tend to get a little out of whack every once in a while, so you have these phases of going to sleep at a decent hour and then going to sleep when the sun is about to come up

– as such, you guys have these phases of making spontaneous runs to the grocery store or gas station to get snacks, usually cereal for some reason. you get whatever you want and charlie never lets you pay for any of it. on the later nights, you guys sometimes experiment with new flavors of things or weird snack combinations

– he has a thing about always making sure you’re warm enough. you’re a little chilly? he’s pulling his sweater off and pulling it over your head. once you’re all comfy and settled, he’s on his way to turn on the heater. your feet are cold? he’s running to get you a pair of fuzzy socks and a blanket in case your legs are cold too. even when you’re about to leave the house -- it’s colder than 50 outside? he’s scrambling around the house, gathering gloves and scarves and beanies for you to take with you in case you get cold, even if they don’t match. no other options but you’re still cold? mans is wrapping himself around you, trying to use his body heat to warm you up himself. he hates when you’re chilly and uncomfortable :[

– brings you home little presents all the time. literally anything that remind him of you. you have a collection of buttons and keychains that he’s seen while walking through shops. he also steals cool props from videos and projects to give to you. you have a little collection going

– loves pda all the time, but not always cuddling (which can sound confusing, but let me explain). he likes casual pda with you around the house, whether it be you resting your feet in his lap while you both lounge across the couch, sitting on the floor and leaning back on his legs while you watch a movie, him putting a hand on the small of your back while he moves around/behind you, holding onto your hand until you’ve walked out of reach, gently pressing his knuckles into your back while you’re laying on the other side of the bed and facing away from him. likes to be touching you when he can be but in little ways that aren’t super overwhelming (mostly because i feel like you’d both be too fidgety to just cuddle)

– some of your most domestic moments are spent in the kitchen, usually cooking dinner together. it’s light and warm and it feels so much like home that you sometimes find yourself questioning if it’s all real. he’s right there to tell you it is. but back to dinner. he loves cooking for you, and you love cooking for him. it’s all laughter and winding down from work days and gentle hugs and swaying together as he hums for you

SCHLATT

– it’s a little hard to find domestic moments with schlatt off the top of your head, but they���re there when you look for them. they’re quiet, but they’re ever present

– he sleeps a lot, meaning that you usually wake up before him. if he’s sleeping light enough to hear you get up, he’ll roll over, half asleep, wrap his arms around your middle, and pull you back into his chest, mumbling a groggy “ten more minutes, babe. i’ll be up then, jus’ ten more minutes.” it’s never just ten more minutes

– he picks you up and carries you around a lot. not in the typical way. if he thinks you’re working yourself too hard, he’ll grab you from your desk and throw you over his shoulder, dropping you onto the couch and forcing you to watch a movie with him. or you’ll be sleepily making yourself a snack in the kitchen and he’ll grab you from behind, just wrapping his arms around your middle and picking you up. he carries you, complaining and squirming, the whole way to your room and tells you it’s nap time

– you guys have a lot of nap dates. it’s an easy, sweet block of time for you guys to spend together, hazy and together while napping on and off. if one of you wakes up, you get to fondly watch the other nap until you fall asleep again. watch the easy rise and fall of their chest, run a hand through their hair, trace gentle patterns on their skin, play with their fingers, listen to the beating of your heart

– you do the dishes together. you wash and schlatt dries. sometimes you get into towel fights or start flicking water at each other with your fingers

– schlatt follows you out of bed when you get up in the middle of the night. he’d never admit it, but he has a hard time sleeping without you. he hates waking up to a cold bed. so when the clock blinks 3:17 and he feels around to find nothing beside him, even if your side of the bed is still warm, he huffs and gets up. pads through the house with puffy, tired eyes until he finds you. wraps his arms around you from behind and rests his chin on your head. “what are you doin’ outta bed?” he never waits for your response, just starts ushering you back to your room

– really likes seeing you in his clothes, again, not that he would ever admit it. he’ll purposely “forget” to do your laundry so that you have to start wearing his hoodies, tee shirts, sweats, etc. it just gives him the warm fuzzies, seeing you be so comfortable and cozy in his clothes

– hangs on you a lot on days when there’s nothing to do. he’s pretty idle about it, too, kind of like a character accessory. sometimes you just have to go around the house doing your stuff with this big man hanging off of you because you don’t have the heart to tell him to leave you alone for an hour or two to get your work done

[starlitiris]

Hi, I wanted to say I adore your writing!! You don't have to do this request if you don't want to, but I'd love to hear your headcannons for how the troupe (or specifically Uvo, Pakunoda, and Shalnark) react to an s/o that likes to give them love bites♡ (Not sexually, just affectionate biting!)

I sincerely apologize for being months late to this holy shit, I had a lot of shit going on right after i got this ask and i was just tired and OUGH but here it is

I hope my goofy ass writing makes up for the wait </3 and I hope I didn’t make them too out of character 😭 been a minute since I wrote for hxh

And ty for enjoying my writing i’m very glad that you do!!!

If anyone wants me to do this for other hxh characters, phantom troupe or otherwise, LMK!!! I’d love to give that a shot >:)

Love Bites! (Phantom Troupe Headcanons)

Shalnark

- I can imagine you and Shal are cuddling on the couch in the home you share

- He has an arm around you, holding you close while he scrolls through whatever on his phone

- You don’t know what he’s looking at. Nor do you care. You want attention.

- You gently grab the hand that’s on you and CHOMP

- Well. It’s not really a CHOMP. It’s just a little nibble.

- “Huh?-“ He looks at you.

- He looks befuddled.

- But then he smiles!

- Intrigued and amused, he asks: “What are you doing?”

- “You’re not paying attention to me, so I’m making you,” you tell him with a devious little smirk

- “Oh, really?” The amusement in his expression morphs into something much more mischievous.

- “Uh huh,” you say before biting his fingers again, a little harder this time

- “Hey!” He shouts through a giggle

- He grabs one of your hands and bites YOU. Not any harder than you bit him, though. He wouldn’t wanna hurt his beloved <3

- You squeal and try to pull your hand away, but he doesn’t let you.

- He keeps nipping at you while you giggle and screech at him to stop

- Eventually he tackles onto your back on the couch

- He squishes your sides attacks your shoulder, neck and ear with playful nibbles

- “SHAL!” You laugh. “S-STOP IT!!”

- “What? I’m giving you attention now, isn’t this what you wanted?” He retorts before resuming his attack

- I’m sorry, Reader. You lost this battle.

Pakunoda

- Arghh your girlfriend/fiancée/wife is so pretty

- You adore her so much. Sooo so much that you cannot put it into words

- You can put it into actions, though!

- With the utmost love and care, you lift her hand to your face, kiss the back of her hand, and very very gently nibble on her dainty wrist.

- She makes a small noise indicating she was caught off guard, and she looks at you with a look of befuddlement

- “What on earth are you doing?” She asks

- You remove her wrist from your teeth and look up at her with a sweet lil smile. “Biting you.”

- “Why?” She raises an eyebrow at you.

- “Because I love you.”

- She stares

- And blinks

- Then smiles, emitting a chuckle

- “You are strange,” she tells you.

- “Does this bother you?” You ask, not wanting her to be uncomfortable.

- “Not at all, my love.”

- You grin and gently nibble at her wrist again.

- Strange as you may be, she finds you adorable.

- This will become a common occurrence.

Uvogin

- You and Uvo are having a picnic date!! Cute!!

- Right now you’re listening to him ramble on about a recent job he had

- He retells his favorite moments from the adventure enthusiastically

- You love watching him get enthusiastic and passionate about things. Even if it is, uh… theft and murder sometimes. But you find it charming!

- “-Anyway, you should’ve been there. It was the most fun I had on a job in a while!” He finishes his story and takes a big ol’ bite from his sandwich.

- An idea strikes you. Muhaha

- “Hey Uvo, gimme your hand,” you tell him, reaching out your own two hands to hold his massive one

- “Huh? Why?”

- “Just gimme. Give.”

- He gives you a questioning look before complying and giving his hand to you.

- You grab it, pull it closer to you and chomp one of his fingies

- You don’t bother with being gentle. The man has iron skin, you could probably bite him as hard as possible and it would barely tickle

- Uvogin snorts. “What the hell are you doing?”

- You let go. “What’s it look like?”

- “Why are you biting me?” He grins, finding your goofy ass to be very cute and charming as always.

- “Cause I wanna!” You bite him again.

- “Fuckin’ weirdo.” He lets you gnaw away at his hand and continues eating his sandwich.

- He snickers when you literally say “grr” as you’re biting him.

- He loves you. He loves you and all your quirks.

Sorry if this was too short but i hope you enjoyed nonetheless 🕺

[lady-of-imladris]

King of my Heart

QUICK TAGLIST ANNOUNCEMENT: I'm sorry if you did not get tagged in chapter 3 of The Great War. I posted it a few weeks ago, but it seems the taglist was malfunctioning. I hope it works this time!

This was written for the prompt "A kiss to shut up." Sent in by @fenharel-enaste for Thranduil and my OC Anarríma. This is a oneshot set in the same universe as my WIP "The Great War", which tells the story of Thranduil and his wife.

This oneshot is kinda sandwiched between two scenes in the next chapter (I'm still working on that) but can be read independently. And apart from the kiss (obviously lol) is SFW.

Word count: 1.7k

Pairings: Thranduil/OC

Warnings: Alcohol Consumption

Angst and Fluff below the cut <3

The left side of the bed was cold when Thranduil woke up. The sun was not even up yet and Anarríma was not with him. He sat up and stretched his back before jumping out of bed and starting the search for his betrothed. It unsettled the King that she just left. Anarríma hated getting up early, usually it was him who woke up with the sun. Depending on how busy his day was, he would either stay in bed and read until it was late enough to wake his lady up, or he would get up, work for a couple of hours, sneak into the kitchen and then wake Anarríma up with breakfast.

Anarríma preferred the second option. It gave her many more hours of uninterrupted sleep and then a tasty breakfast. Thranduil, however, usually opted for staying in bed. He waited as long as he could bear before rolling over and wrapping Anarríma in his arms, kissing her neck and shoulders until she woke up, grumbling about how early it was and complaining about Thranduil’s hair in her face.

Not many were awake at this hour, but many of those who were were so perplexed by seeing their shirtless king roam the halls that they forgot to bow to him. Thranduil did not notice, he was too focused on finding his lady. He stumbled across Galion after a few minutes, his butler clearly still drunk. Galion tried to bow but failed miserably and found himself being caught by the King moments before hitting the floor. Thranduil had to choke back his laughter.

“Goheno nin," Galion slurred, “bit of a crazy night.” “I can see that mellon nin," Thranduil chuckled. “Have you seen Ana?” he asked. Galion nodded a few times and giggled. “I saw the lady a little while ago, she joined us for some drinks and I think she went for a little stroll in the forest afterwards.” “Alone!?” Galion massaged his temples with his hands. Thranduil’s reaction had rapidly sobered him up and he was not looking forward to that hangover. “I sent some guards after her," he assured the king. Thranduil finally let go of Galion’s shoulders and sent him to bed. The king approached the nearest guard and confiscated his sword and cloak before stalking off into the forest. He knew where Anarríma would be.

He nodded to the two guards he spotted between the trees. Ana did not appreciate being followed around by guards all the time, so they just pretended not to be there and she pretended not to see them. It was exhausting. Thranduil needed to help her get used to this part of her life sooner rather than later. They had been engaged for a while now, but every time Thranduil wanted to talk to Anarríma about their wedding, she would change the topic or distract him until he forgot what he wanted to talk about.

He saw Anarríma sitting on a rock, looking out at the small lake, watching the sunrise. As he approached, Thranduil noticed that she was wearing one of his robes. That’s why he couldn’t find it earlier. “Did I snore too loudly, my beloved?” Thranduil announced his presence, making Ana jump slightly. She was too deep in thought and did not notice his presence. She pulled his robe tighter around her body. “I could not sleep," she admitted quietly, not turning around to face him. Thranduil gently lowered himself down next to her. “I gathered that much. But why? Tell me what is bothering you.”

Anarríma sighed, “send them away." Thranduil told his guards to return to the palace and took the half-empty bottle of wine out of Anarríma’s hand. “Sampling wines for our wedding already?” he joked. Ana flinched at his words. Thranduil cocked an eyebrow. “That bad?” He was worried about her. “No, it is quite good actually," she replied, still refusing to look at him. “Ana," Thranduil sighed, “not the wine. Our wedding.” She straightened up. “Why would that be bad?” she asked innocently, grabbing the bottle out of his hand and sipping on the wine. Thranduil found his worry being replaced by confusion and anger. Why would she not talk to him? Why would she not even look at him?

He took the bottle and tasted the wine. She was right, it was quite good. He corked the bottle and set it down next to him, out of her reach. Thranduil reached out to her, gently grabbing her chin and tilting her face towards him. Her eyes were closed and Thranduil could see remnants of the red wine around her lips, staining them a deep purple. “If you are looking forward to our wedding, then look into my eyes and set a date.” Anarríma did not react. Thranduil was helpless. What had he done? Out of the corner of his eyes, he watched her fiddle with her engagement ring.

He let go of her face and took her hand in his, slowly slipping the ring off her finger. She finally looked at him, confused. “Do you wish to end our engagement?” he asked, the hurt clear in his voice. A second chance for Anarríma to choose. But she did not want to. “You are being ridiculous. I love you!” she exclaimed. “Well I thought you did,” Thranduil stated, “but I am not so sure of that anymore. If you love me, why accept my proposal and then refuse to marry me?” “I want to marry you," Ana replied, desperately fighting against the tears. “There is nothing in this life I want more than to marry you.”

Relief washed over Thranduil. “Then what have I done to hurt you so?” “Nothing.” “And yet there is something you are not telling me.” Thranduil still held her ring in his hand, slowly rotating it between his fingers. Ana sighed and let her head fall against Thranduil’s shoulder, finally letting herself relax. “I can’t just marry you," she mumbled. “What do you mean?” “I want to marry you Thranduil. But I can’t. I am marrying the King of Lasgalen. I will have to stand before all those people and vow to rule them. How can I do that when just a couple of decades ago, Ada did not even let me lead our armies? How can I stand there and tell them that everything will be alright when every single night I am plagued by memories of what I have done to survive.”

Thranduil wished to say something, to tell her that she would be alright, but now that he had finally gotten her to speak to him, she did not stop. “I want nothing in this life more than to marry you, but sometimes I just wish you weren’t a king. Sometimes I wish you were just Thranduil and I could just remain Ana and we could be happy together and our biggest problem would be that my parents don’t approve of you and what we would name our children and-” His lips crashed against hers. Anarríma’s body froze up. She found herself unable to move, unable to pull away from Thranduil.

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her on top of him. The feeling of his strong warm chest brought Ana back to her senses and she reciprocated the kiss, letting Thranduil take control fully, as she relaxed into his embrace. She felt his tongue move against her lips. Thranduil could discern at least five different wines. Their kiss was desperate. Slow. Passionate. Too short. Ana gently pushed her hands against his chest, signalling him to stop. Thranduil chuckled. “Goheno nin, I had to shut you up somehow and your lips just looked too good to resist.”

Ana wrapped her arms around Thranduil’s waist as she leaned against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. He rested his head atop hers, finally at peace now that he had her back. “Why are you wearing a guard’s cloak?” she asked suddenly. Thranduil tugged playfully at the belt of the robe she was wearing. “My robe was nowhere to be found.” They both giggled. “Did you at least have fun with Galion and the others?” he asked. Ana laughed as she remembered the events of the night. “I think I’ve been invited to a birthday party and at least two baby parties.” Thranduil smiled. “I knew they would love you.”

He could feel that Anarríma’s mind was about to start spiralling again. “I want you to listen to me, my darling," he spoke softly and ran his hands up and down her back. “You, Anarríma, will marry me, Thranduil. And you will marry the King and become Queen. I would tell you that there is no difference between Thranduil and the Elvenking, but there is. And one day, you will understand. You will learn how to be the Queen and I will be with you, every step of the way.” He gently ran his hands through her hair as he felt that she was crying softly.

“Your father will walk you down the aisle, and I will be there, waiting for you, vowing to love you forever. And you will vow to love me. Then, you will kneel before me and swear your oath to this kingdom and I will set the crown atop your head. It’s okay if you get scared. If you do, I just want you to think of this night. The people love you. They have loved you from the moment I brought you home, based merely on how happy you make me. And if you are still scared, I want you to remember that I am there with you. And I am just as scared as you are.”

Ana looked up at him in disbelief. Thranduil started laughing. “You didn’t know?” She shook her head in confusion. “Then I am indeed better at masking it than I thought.” They stayed like that for a long time until Thranduil decided it was time. Anarríma complained that it was too soon as he got up and pulled her to her feet. “One last thing," he whispered and got down on one knee. He held out his hand and she took it. “Will you marry me? Become my Queen and we live happily ever after?” Anarríma did not hesitate this time. There was no voice in her head, telling her to run from him, to save herself. She had made her decision a long time ago. Anarríma had accepted her fate.

“Yes.”

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[the-outsider-and-other]

Strange Fits Of Passion Have I Known

God damn Devil May Cry and you're stupid, sexy characters.

Nero/V, poem by William Wordsworth. <3

The night was clear and bright as V and Nero met in the park. V was there early, waiting on a bench near the rowboat pond. He flipped through his book as he waited, taking in the story bit by bit.

“Hey, you been waiting long?” asked a voice from behind V.

Nero approached along the path, holding a basket of food.

“Not that long.” V responded with a soft smile. They had agreed to meet here tonight to have a full moon picnic. A darkly romantic gesture that V appreciated.

“Packed us up some goodies. Vergil even helped.” Nero said, smiling as he remembered him as his father cooking together.

“How very thoughtful of him.” V grinned. After separating again from Vergil, their relationship had become amicable, almost brotherly.

Together, the pair laid out the picnic blanket and divvied up the food. Small sandwiches, pasta salad, fruit parfaits, and a nice red velvet cake for dessert.

“Its all very good.” V complimented Nero.

“I know? Can’t believe how good Vergil is in the kitchen.”

“You too had a hand in making everything.” V pointed out, making Nero blush.

“Nah, if dad hadn’t been there watching me I’d have burned the shop down.” The young devil hunter blushed.

V countered Nero’s modesty with a kiss to his cheek. “You are a brilliant and kind young man.”

Nero grinned with a blush still on his young cheeks. “I’m happy you enjoyed my hard work.”

The dark poet smiled that darkly charming smile and kissed Nero again on his soft lips. The kiss became deeper, making the young men become lost in one another’s embrace. Though unwilling to get naked in so open a place, the pair found other means to enjoy one another.

With V on his back, the pair kept kissing as they reached down in the other pants and grasped their cocks. Nero hissed pleasantly and V moaned into their kiss. “You feel so good on my cock.” Nero purred as he stroked V.

“As do you, beloved.” The poet kept moaning.

Nero moved from Vs lips to the man’s neck and collar, licking and sucking marks into Vs skin. His familiars were out and about, making this situation less awkward. Vs hand moved vigorously on Nero’s dick as his other hand grasped the devil hunter’s short hair, never letting up.

“Mmm, Nero…”

“You gonna come, babe?” V could only hum an affirmative. “Let’s bust together, baby.”

V keened high in his throat as he came in Nero’s hand, with the other young man doing the same soon after. They made sure to catch their mutual release in hand to make less of a mess. Once finished, Nero rolled over to catch his breath. V cuddled up to the young man and made sure he was watching as V licked Nero’s seed off his hand.

“God, you’re gonna give me another boner doing that.” Nero chuckled.

“And what if’s that my intention?” V grinned wickedly.

“You want us to get arrested for public indecency?”

“Dante will bail us out.” V shrugged, making Nero laugh and pulled him in for another kiss.

As the pair lay in the afterglow, Nero held V to him as the poet traced circles on the other man’s chest and recited sweet poems about the moon.

“Upon the moon I fixed my eye,

All over the wide lea;

With quickening pace my horse drew nigh

Those paths so dear to me.”

Nero smiled and listened to V talk, just loving to hear the man speak.

[hunterwritesstuff]

Mac and cheese threesome with masc reader please? Like they focus all on reader,,, 2 dicks one hole,,, iykyk basically ready we sandwiched between their boyfriends getting plowed :)

Of course! Hopefully I did this request well, hhhh

Under the cut for sexual content, minors DNI.

You whimpered softly, burying your face in Cheddar Cheese Cookie's chest. You knew that being in a relationship with the two detectives would be a lot to deal with, but you never really accounted for when they both wanted to have, erm...private time with you.

Your boyfriends each went at different paces: Cheddar Cheese Cookie was slow, gentle, and loving. Macaroni Cookie, however, was fast, rough, and almost punishing.

"Now, Macaroni Cookie, slow it on down, wouldja? You're, ah, overstimulatin' our beloved here~" Cheddar hushed.

"Sorry, Ched, you know me~ I like to be quick about-fuck-about things~" Mac shrugged.

"You doin' alright, Y/N Cookie, sweetheart~? Need any breaks or to slow down~?" Cheddar asked, gently lifting your head to make eye contact.

You shuddered, nodding, your voice slowly slipping out. "N-No, I-I'm fine, hon...~"

"Good boy~! Usin' your words to communicate~!" Cheddar hummed, layering the praise on like a generous helping of frosting. Cheddar Cheese Cookie chuckled as he looked you over. "Macaroni Cookie, slow it down to a halt, would you, darlin'~?"

"N-Nuh uh~ Not till I've reached my-" Macaroni Cookie started.

"Macaroni Cookie, doll~" Cheddar hummed. "Halt." He said firmly, Mac stopping hesitantly, you whining after. "Now then, for the elephant in the room~ Y/N Cookie, I couldn't help but notice that one of our pillows in our bedroom was an inch away from where I put it when I made it this mornin', now, why is that~?" He asked you, gently rubbing the side of your face.

"Uhm...a g-ghost...?" You asked, clearly not confident in your coverup.

"Ohohoho, darlin'~!" Cheddar's laugh sent a shudder down your spine. "Ghosts can't move physical objects like that~ Now then~ be a dear and tell me~ what'd ya use the pillow for~?"

"Y-Your tone tells me y-you already know...~" You whimpered.

"Because I wanna hear you say it~" Cheddar chuckled, stroking your cheek. "I want to hear you admit that you wanted to get off, but you were too anxious to ask one of us to help you, so you decided to use one of our pillows as a toy for you to get pleasure from~" He purred into your ear.

You whimpered, attempting to move, but Cheddar chuckled, holding you in place. "Ah, ah, ah~! Did I say you could move~?"

You whined, shaking your head no. "Ah, good boy~ So why did you move, hm~?" He asked.

"I-I don't know, love...~" You admitted.

"Good boy~! Givin' me a direct answer~ D'ya want us to continue, darlin'~?" Cheddar asked. As. soon as you nodded, the two took that as a go-ahead to keep going. "Let's see if we can give you what that pillow can't, hm~?"

Hope ya enjoy <3

[peakdeer]

hii. eswao guy here to ask for a ficlet. it was hard to think of an idea without incorporating outright spoilers so.

just asking for a simple little kathpearlgem date fic throw in a bit of gem's curse shenanigans, maybe a bit of kath's healing kiss shenanigans. what is important that they are all on a little date ! and they are happy that is all ty bye

kathgempearl the beloved <3

Katherine made good sandwiches.

That was what Pearl had decided, basing her judgement upon the sweet bread and raspberry jam that constituted the half-eaten sandwich in her hand. She’d have preferred meat, but since that was pretty much a no-go in Dawn she just took what she could get. And what she could get was definitely worth the lack of meat.

She glanced up, hoping she hadn’t missed something said. She’d spaced out quite a few times already, and she’d rather not have to ask one of her girlfriends what they’d said. She was supposed to be listening to them, wasn’t she? That was what girlfriends did, she was pretty sure.

Her eyes were immediately drawn up to their faces, and she raised her sandwich slightly to hide her blush. She’d thought she had dressed up for the date, wearing her cleanest cloak and tunic. They had gone overboard—at least to her; technically they both wore dresses as a casual fit anyway—Katherine had a clean dress on, with ruffled sleeves and a drooping collar that showed off her pretty skin. Gem wasn’t any less gorgeous, rocking one of her dresses with the wider skirt and her hair tied back in a braid.

Perhaps Pearl loved her girlfriends a bit too much. Then again, they were her girlfriends. Maybe that was normal.

The old Scott hadn’t been like that.

She shook her head to clear her thoughts. He wasn’t here, and he didn’t matter, anyway. The new Scott was nice, at least, and Katherine and Gem were far better than he ever could have been anyway.

She takes her next bite of her sandwich, almost aggressively tearing into it. The sweet taste helps to distract her mind and her eyes flutter closed for a moment.

They snap up when she realizes the conversation has reached a lull, just in time to catch the rest of Gem’s sentence. “You look almost grumpy, Pearl,” she laughed with that pretty, pretty laugh of hers, Katherine joining in with a tinkling chuckle. Gem leaned forward a bit, reaching a finger to smooth Pearl’s brow. “What’s that about?” Pearl becomes speechless when she meets Gem’s eyes—probably a good thing; her girlfriends didn’t quite appreciate it when she talked with food in her mouth.

“N-nothing, really. Just… thinking.” Pearl stammered out. She figured Gem wouldn’t let it go without a better answer, so she decided to switch the topic to something safer. She’d rather not talk about… that now, not on a date with the two people she loved, loved them the way love was supposed to be. She was pretty sure, at least. She’d never quite experienced that, so she couldn’t be sure. “How’s your kingdom been going?” Pearl had learned early on that her girlfriends took a special sort of pride in their kingdoms, delighted to watch them grow and more than willing to talk about them for hours.

Pearl was proved right when Gem’s expression cleared, the ginger leaning back to talk, resting one of her hands on Katherine’s leg. Her face fell soon after, though, and for a moment Pearl worried that Gem had caught on to her.

“Oh, it’s terrible. I asked Jimmy the “Life God” for help restoring my kingdom—would you believe he killed nearly the entire thing? All the grass is dead. The plants are dead. The crops are dead. The sheep are dead. The castle is dead! It couldn’t be worse, Pearl, it couldn’t be worse.” Gem bemoaned, shaking her head in misery. She tugged at the sleeves of her dress, eyes clouded with worry.

Katherine’s eyes filled with sympathy, leaning towards Gem to plant a kiss on her cheek. “I’m sorry, honeybun,” Katherine worried, searching Gem’s eyes as if she’d find something there. “Do your people need food? I’ve always got enough if you need any—"

That wasn’t supposed to happen. Gem was supposed to go on a rant about how cute sheep are, how well the sheep farm was doing, and maybe a bit about the new buildings she’d added… not this.

Pearl wasn’t sure she could deal with that. She should, though. That would be a good girlfriend thing to do, wouldn’t it?

She leaned over suddenly to reach Gem, knocking over the tea in her haste. She flinched at the burn now spreading where the hot tea touched her, gently moving the tea cup aside. She ignored the pain, cupping Gem’s face in her hand. “Really?? Jimmy did that? How dare—say the word and I’ll beat him up for you! He won’t come around after that!”

Gem pushed Pearl back until she was sitting again, taking Pearl’s hands in her own. “It’s alright! Well, it’s not, but… I can’t fix that, and you can’t either. I’ve told him not to come back, and he seemed sheepish enough to actually follow that. I’ll set you on him if he doesn’t obey,” Gem joked with a small smile. “I’ve got a… plan going to hopefully fix the curse, but… It’ll be fine.” Gem sounded unconvinced, but the kind of unconvinced that meant she needed to believe it and please don’t screw this up.

“I’m sure,” Pearl agreed, equally unconvinced and disgruntled with it. It wouldn’t do well to attack Jimmy anyway, though—Katherine wouldn’t approve, for starters, and Gem wouldn’t be happy Pearl had gone behind her back.

There was a beat of silence before Katherine leaned toward Pearl. “You spilled the tea,” Katherine accused, sounding more amused and exasperated than angry.

“I did,” Pearl admitted, glancing down at the stain on the picnic blanket. “Sorry. I’ll clean it up—I’d offer to make new tea, but I don’t think that would go well…” Her voice trailed off as Katherine leaned closer, her soft lips close enough to kiss.

“Darling, I’m less worried about the blanket and more about the fact that you burned yourself,” Katherine reprimanded gently, cold fingers pressing gently on the burn and earning a hiss of pain.

“Oh.” Pearl still forgot, sometimes, that they cared like that. That they loved her enough to care if she was hurt—he had, too, but only because it hurt him as well. He’d been mad at her for that—her trip to the Nether where she kept getting set on fire.

Katherine wasn’t mad at her, though. Gem wasn’t either. They looked at her with this strange, strange look in their eyes, one Pearl still couldn’t comprehend yet, but she knew what it meant, in the vaguest sense of knowing.

And then Katherine leaned forward all the way, planting a soft kiss on Pearl’s lips.

A tingle spread through Pearl’s body, warm in the way that the sun was, gentle and soothing but enough to make you want to lay down and never get up. She gasped when it reached the burn, so much warmer but still the same gentle caress as Katherine gave, the same love behind it as she felt when Katherine told her she’d be sick if she ate anymore of that delectable cinnamon bread.

She nearly whined when it was gone, as if it had left her—left her like so many others had. But when she opened her eyes, Katherine was still there, her same sweet smile and deep eyes and oh, that same love Pearl had always craved so desperately and was now finally hers.

“Hey! I want a kiss, too,” Gem complained. “I’m cursed! I deserve a kiss as well! And I want one from Pearl too. Y’know, they say kissing is like medicine!”

A laugh escaped from Pearl’s lips at that, and she tilted her head back, an unstoppable bark of pure joy spilling out with emotions she couldn’t begin to name or control. Katherine joined her laughter in a second later, rocking them back just enough to see Gem’s face spread in a smile as she chuckled.

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**Title: The Peanut Butter Chronicles: A Tale of Three Cities**In a bustling universe not too different from our own, three companions—Dion and Terrence—found themselves wandering the vibrant streets of New York City. Meanwhile, their friends Brad, Cory, and Tye were exploring the rich history of Philadelphia, while you, Chris, embarked on an adventure in Pittsburgh. Though miles apart, their journeys were humorously intertwined through the magic of friendship, laughter, and, of course, the beloved peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

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**Chapter 1: New York, New York**

Under the dazzling lights of Times Square, Dion turned to Terrence with a grin. “You know what they say, Terrence: ‘I’m not a complete idiot; some parts are missing!’”

Terrence chuckled, tossing a pretzel into his mouth. “Well, if you’re half an idiot,” he retorted, “what does that make me? A quarter?”

As they strolled through the crowds, Dion suddenly stopped and pulled out a peanut butter and jelly sandwich from his backpack. “Lunch time!” he announced dramatically, as if unveiling a trophy.

“Only you would bring PB&J to New York,” Terrence teased, but his stomach rumbled in agreement. They sat down on the steps of a nearby subway entrance, nestled among a crowd of bustling tourists.

“Do you know the difference between a peanut butter sandwich and a joke?” Dion said, grinning as he took a big bite. “One is nutty, and the other is just plain nuts!”

Terrence rolled his eyes but couldn’t help laughing. “And speaking of plain nuts, I hear the pigeons have been stealing more sandwiches lately. Watch your back!”

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**Chapter 2: Philadelphia, the City of Brotherly Love**

Meanwhile, in Philadelphia, Brad, Cory, and Tye were standing in front of the Liberty Bell, pondering its cracked surface.

“Why did the Liberty Bell go to school?” Brad asked, looking serious.

“Why?” Cory replied inquisitively.

“To get a little *crack*-tastic education!” Brad burst out, causing Tye to snort.

Tye shook his head. “You always bring up the worst puns, Brad. It’s like eating a sandwich without peanut butter: simply unacceptable!”

Brad pulled a homemade peanut butter and jelly sandwich from his backpack, proudly holding it up like a trophy. “At least *I* am prepared! Quote of the day? ‘If at first you don’t succeed, then skydiving definitely isn’t for you!’”

“Exactly!” Cory chimed in. “But let’s face it, we have the best view of the city—and the best PB&J!” They all dug in, savoring the flavors, and reminiscing about times spent together.

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**Chapter 3: Pittsburgh, the City of Bridges**

In Pittsburgh, Chris was sitting on the edge of Point State Park, gazing at the confluence of rivers and the magnificent skyline. With a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in hand, Chris reflected on how the world felt both vast and small.

“Did you hear about the peanut butter that got arrested?” Chris mused aloud. “It was charged with spreading too much joy!”

Sitting beside him was a friendly local named Sam, who burst out laughing. “Good one! But here’s my favorite: ‘Never trust an atom; they make up everything!’”

Chris smiled, taking a hearty bite. “Man, these sandwiches make life better, don’t they? It’s like they’re a perfect metaphor for friendship—simple, sweet, and sometimes a little sticky!”

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**Epilogue: A Delicious Connection**

As the three groups enjoyed their peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in their respective cities, they each felt a magical connection, as if the universe had linked them through laughter and love. They might be separated by miles, but their shared jokes and memories echoed in the air like a gust of wind, weaving their friendship tighter.

A month later, they planned a reunion—all three cities coming together in a grand picnic at the confluence where Chris lived. Peanut butter and jelly would be the main dish, naturally, accompanied by a medley of jokes.

Together, they chanted, “Life is not about the destination, but about the sandwiches we share along the way!” And as the sun set behind the hills of Pittsburgh, laughter filled the air, binding the trio even closer.

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And so, the adventures of Dion, Terrence, Brad, Cory, Tye, and Chris continued—forever united by the joy of a simple peanut butter and jelly sandwich and the whimsical joy of shared laughter.

[enchantedhelium]

the only thing powerful enough to bring me back from the dead is a schlatt haircut (and a new chuckle sandwich episode ofc <3)

this was supposed to be a warmup sketch but 4 hours later here we are

[edsloveydove]

Eddie + perpetually sleepy reader? His infectious energy is the only thing that keeps them from sleeping all their days away

THIS WOULD SO HAPPEN I CANNOT GET OVER HOW CUTE THIS IS (requests are open!! <3)

you wake to the feeling of gentle pecks and kisses being scattered across your body. starting at the top of your hair moving down to your forehead, cheeks, and nose.

"good morning, sweetheart," eddie says into the side of your neck where he lays another sweet kiss.

you nuzzle your face into the top of his head, nose tickled by his curls that smell of coconut shampoo. you stretch your arms above your head before wrapping them around his shoulders, squeezing him farther into your chest.

"woah there, sleepyhead, m'not gonna run away," he says through a chuckle, breaking out of your hold.

"but you're gonna make me get up, so if I just hold you here you can't do that and we can just nap together instead," you say, words slurring from your foggy brain.

"hm, well, we agreed that if i let you sleep for 2 whole hours, you would go swimming at lover's lake with me, so get up, my spot of sunshine, it's time to go!"

he jumps off of your bed and goes to your closet, pulling out a swimsuit and change of clothes for you. before you know it he's dashed down to the kitchen to make sandwiches and other snacks for your usual lakeside picnic that accompanies swimming with eddie.

your eyes drift shut again, remembering all the happy moments with your beloved metalhead. loud music pouring from the open windows of his beat up van. putting eyeliner on him for his concerts. splashing him in the lake...

"hey! you better not be falling asleep again up there! i haven't heard your footsteps yet!"

you jerk your eyes open, right, right, waking up, that's the task right now.

you stumble from your mass of pillows and blankets, throwing on the swim suit and clothes eddie chose not bothering to look at them beforehand.

"there's my sweetheart! let's go," eddie practically drags you out of the front door and into his van about two nanoseconds after you enter the kitchen.

he gently places the picnic basket, blanket, and towels into the back, rushing around to open your door for you, kissing your forehead before he helps you up into the seat.

roughly 20 minutes later, you're by the side of the lake, watching eddie try to cannonball into the water from the shoreline. giggles erupt from your lips when he lands flat on his butt.

he resurfaces and pulls you into the water with him, spinning around and dipping you into a deep kiss, before he drops you completely into the water.

"you big jerk, come back here!" you screech, chasing after him with a stick you found covered in moss.

laughter continues to break the quiet of the serene lake for several hours, until you find yourself lying on your back looking at the stars, eyes drooping once more.

"alright, lovey dove, it's time to get you to bed," eddie says, chuckling at your habit of falling asleep nearly anywhere.

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i have no idea if this was good, i'm still learning how to write so feedback is very much appreciated!!

[faye-writes-stuff]

Hey are your requests open cause if so, can i request a C!quackity x reader who works in Las nevadas.

Yes lovely!

Character: Quackity

Requested: yes

Type of fic: oneshot

Pronouns: they/them (idk if it’s specified tho)

A/n: first time writing for quackity so it might be kinda crappy lmao, read with caution also it’s 3:16am, Rip my sleep schedule

Tw/cw: creepy men(?), alcohol, my writing, violence, pulling an all nighter(?) lmk if I missed any :]

Enjoy!

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It was just a regular day. Minding you own business, making people drinks, when this guy, who’s like 20 years older then you, starts flirting with you.

Now normally, you try to ignore it but this guy was relentless, like he couldn’t take the hint. So you did what any rational person would do, and called your boyfriend. Who is your boyfriend, you ask? (I feel like you should know, he’s your lover, but what do I know, I’m a fan fiction writer) it’s the one and only Quackity! The owner of Las Nevadas, it was your favorite card to pull on creepy people.

“So, uh whatcha makin sweetheart, something as sweet as you I hope?” The pervy dude said to you, as you were making another patrons drink. “A knuckle sandwich if your not careful” you muttered, gods what was taking Q so long. “What was that sweetheart?” He replied darkly. “I said I’m not interested, I have a boyfriend” you said, groaning.

“Yeah? Well I don’t see him” Was all he could say before his head was slammed into the bar. “See him now, jackass?” The man of the hour said, pushing you behind him. “Took you long enough, what, did Slime get stuck somewhere again?” You grumbled, looking rather pissed off.

(A/n: it’s 3:33am >:])

“Yeah, sorry mi vida,” The black haired man chuckled. “PURPLED”

“Yes boss? Oh shit, what happened to that guy” The dirty blonde laughed at the unsightly knocked out man. “Take out the trash, would you?” “Thanks kid” You said, as he grabbed the dude, dragging him away.

“Why don’t we get out of here, hm?”

“Yes please, it has been a long shift”

The two of you grabbed your things and headed out, going a bit farther into the desert. You were a bit suspicious, as he kept looking over at you, while quite frankly, very badly hiding a basket?

Quackity made you cover your eyes as he layed down a picnic blanket, setting down his basket of baked goods. “Here we go, babe, a picnic under the stars,” The duck man chirped, “Awe, thanks Q, you always know how to cheer me up!” You replied, placing a chaste peck on his lips.

Your boyfriend blushed at the action, “w-well, let’s get snacking? I brought your favorite!” He stuttered, you agreed, stifling a giggle at your beloved boyfriends actions.

The rest of the night was filled with laughter and stargazing, shared jokes and stories.

It was nice, you finally found people who would love you no matter what, and you were happy.

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Ending a/n: I hate the way I ended this tbh, I’d be willing to do hc’s of this au, I had fun with it. Also my requests are open so don’t be afraid to send in an ask :]

[scarlett-vixen]

hmmmmm i am once again thinking about beel. and of course i’m having brainrot about babying the sweet boi. so imagine, if you will- beel wrapping his legs around MC’s waist and hugging them like a koala while they both sit on the couch. at first he’s nervous that he’ll be too heavy, but MC insists on holding him, and beel just can’t say no to his favorite human. so he veeeery carefully sits down, and MC immediately starts rubbing his back, petting his hair and calling him a cutie. and beel melts :’3 -🍔

(I wrote this before you sent the other ask💖)

My beloved burger anon I hope you’re still here and having a wonderful day, I want you to know I looked at this ask a few times while I was gone and it made me smile because yes absolutely, this boy would crawl in your lap any chance he had once you give him approval!

The first time it happened Beel was having a rough day, he got into an argument with Belphie, he dropped his sandwich on the ground, and had a really bad fangol practice. He just wanted to spend time with you so that’s what he did, except he still felt sad, you being there made things better but he still didn’t feel comfortable.

The two of you were on the couch relaxing with a movie playing in the background, Beel sat beside you with one arm around your shoulder but he wanted more, he wanted to be closer. He was incredibly nervous to ask you but after a few moments of him fumbling over his words you got the idea and gently kissed his forehead.

He was so gentle crawling into your lap, terrified he would crush you but the minute you wrapped your arms around him and started to rub his back, all his worries melted away. He rested his head against yours, you started to slowly run your fingers through his hair and Beel instantly felt all the stress from the day disappear. His eyes fluttered shut as you continued to rub his back and soft, happy hums escaped him. You chuckled, told him how cute he was and watched his cheeks turn bright red.

Ever since that day Beel has been anything but shy in asking you to hold him like that again! He adores how close he can be to you and he loves how you spoil him.

[silver-weasel]

Diving (Deku x Reader)

Pairing : Deku x fem!reader (aged-up characters)

Rating : E, 18+

Tags : smut • fem!reader (she/her) • best friends to lovers / childhood friends to lovers • quirkless AU • p*rn with feelings (like. a lot of them) • public sex (more or less) • switching • hair pulling? • pining • Deku being flustered and an absolute angel what’s new • Reader being a teasing brat • It’s all soft and fluffy, I’m as vanilla as you can get 🤷‍♀️ • Happy birthday to the bestest boyyy I love him so much it hurts

Word count : 10 600 (Holy sh—)

A/N : Thank you @hoe-doroki my beloved and savior for beta-ing <3

Written for @rat-zuki​’s collab in honor of our favorite birthday boy, The Deku Agenda Escapes no One. Thank you so much for letting me join! (go check out the other amazing writers and artists!)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

The ground grinds repeatedly under your hiking shoes, some pebbles being kicked forward on your way. You’re way too deep in the forest to hear any cars passing by and during the two hours you’ve been here you haven’t run into anyone. The place seems empty, the only souls breathing the forest’s thick air being you, Izuku and the birds chirping all around you.

The afternoon is coming to an end, the sun sinking down on its way to hide behind the mountains. The remains of its soft light are filtering through the dense leaves all around and above you. You’re surrounded by green, lush and immeasurable greenery, every plant merging into another.

You’ve left the marked paths, now wandering deep in the richest, boundless part of a forest you both know like the back of your hand after roaming it all over innumerable times. All over, except for this part, in which you’re setting foot for the first time today. Your many previous hiking sessions were shortened by your questionable sense of organization, always arriving too late to explore further into the unknown.

Leaves brush against your knees with every single step you take as you follow Izuku on his heels. He’s moving at a steady pace, his hands holding tight the straps of his yellow backpack that he’s had for as long as you can remember. He’s always so organized, has everything you two could eventually need and generally never do. Two huge flasks of water, an entire meal he calls ‘little snacks’, with sandwiches, fruits, protein bars, even hard-boiled eggs. A first-aid kit with disinfectant, bandages, scissors and painkillers. Hell, you’re even wondering if he has any pads for you in there, in case of an unexpected period. You wouldn’t be surprised if he did.

You giggle lightly when you see him stumble for the sixth time since you got here; he can’t seem to keep his curious eyes from drifting up and around, looking in every direction, probably retaining every detail and logging it in some impressive mental database of his. And he’s commenting on every little thing he sees too; he makes you notice things you never would have if it weren’t for his candid interest in everything.

“Oh! Look at that bird!” he exclaims, pointing at a branch over your heads. “Do you see it, right there, with the red mark!”

You turn your gaze to where he’s pointing and see a little bird, very cute, but so tiny you’re wondering how one could spot it without specifically looking for it. That’s probably what you like most about Izuku: his attention to detail. That’s the thing—nothing is too small for him, everything is worthy of interest. His eyes always light up with such curiosity, this child-like wonder and it was always one of your favorite things to witness growing up.

When he came over to your house at age six, he was always running around with some bug on his forearm, calling your name, yelling, “Look at this!”

Most of the time, it was a snail or a ladybug, and that always managed to catch your interest. Sometimes, it was a spider or a beetle, and he had you screaming in horror more than once, running to your mother’s legs with weeping eyes. Those times, he always watched you go with wide, sad eyes and a wobbly lip, because, “I would never hurt her, Mom! I swear I didn’t want to scare her!”

“Oh, yeah, I see it! It’s so cute!”

And it is cute, the way his huge green eyes go even rounder in amazement. You treasure these hikes for providing occasions to witness this. But as much as you wish this moment could last forever, the sun is beginning to set, you probably shouldn’t go deeper in the forest at sundown.

“We should probably head back to the car, Izuku. It’s gonna be dark soon.”

“Come on, it’s still so light—there’s no rush!” His lips crook a bit into an impish smile. “Scared that a bear is coming to get you?”

“There aren’t any bears here—we’ve been coming for five years.”

“Because if it’s the bears you’re afraid of,” he begins, ignoring you on purpose, “you know I’ll protect you, right?” he says, sticking out his chest like he’s some superhero.

“Against a bear? Right.”

“You’re underestimating me? That’s just mean.”

You chuckle at his antics, shooting him a look of yours that says, ‘Come on, please?’.

His eyes soften a bit, but he’s used to that look; it’s been years since it worked on him as well as you’d like it to.

“We can just keep going this way, then we’ll make a loop and head back to the car directly! It’ll be even shorter this way.”

“Alright, let’s do that,” you agree, and the smile it elicits from him makes something tingle deep in your stomach.

You move forward again, sinking deeper within the forest. It’s becoming harder and harder to walk, brambly branches and huge leaves blocking your way more and more with every step.

You’re a bit ahead of him when you catch sight of a sparkle behind the bushes. Just a glimpse of light, but you’re positive you saw it. Is there water here? You never really looked at a map of the place before—you just always went wherever you felt like and used the same tracks on the way back. You hurry up a bit, curious eyes fixed on that glimmer of light.

Soon enough the dense greenery comes to an end, and you’re finally out of the bushes, finding your way into a little clearing. You’re standing, speechless, in front of a pond: it’s about forty feet wide, catching the last rays of sunshine in a dazzling reflection. The water is surrounded by gigantic trees big enough to be home to an entire niche of biodiversity, and a half-sandy, half-stony shore with reeds rising from the water on both sides.

It’s all calm and quiet and massive trees, branches pouring, cascading above still water. The air feels cool, filled with a pure smell of dew and spring even though it’s the end of a hot day of July.

Izuku is close behind you and lets out a very cute, “Whoa,” ditching his backpack on the ground next to you in the middle of the cove. The both of you just stand there for a moment in complete silence, aside from the birds chirping. Izuku breaks it first:

“How come we’ve never seen this before? This place is amazing.” He sounds distant as he speaks, soaking up his surroundings like he always does.

“I guess you never know everything about anything,” you say mindlessly, without detaching your gaze of the wonderful view ahead.

He’s standing close to you, very close. You’re only noticing now that you’re coming down from the high of your discovery. Your arms are brushing, you can feel his body heat from how close you two are. It wouldn’t be the first time; you’re no stranger to being physically close to Izuku. You’ve been playing together since you were able to put one foot in front of the other. And you wish you could say it feels any different right now, but that would be a lie. Being close to him always felt the same. Always felt like the only easy thing in your life. The only constant.

Yet it’s not enough. No matter how close, it’s never enough, it never was. You hate yourself for feeling that way; you’ve never been the greedy, unsatisfied type. You have everything with Izuku. Well, almost everything.

But right now this place—this very quiet, beautiful place with no one in sight is doing things to your fertile imagination. Despite the sun just beginning to set, the summer air still remains thick with heat. You find yourself staring in the abyss of that water, admiring the masterpiece of a reflection on the surface, a painting of leaves and clouds and blue sky. It calls you, sings an irresistible song of fresh water on sweaty skin and strong, freckled arms wrapped around you.

You don’t know if the slight, insignificant detail that you would have to undress in order to dive into that water—since you didn’t bring a swimsuit—is a better reason to do it or to refrain from doing so.

You’ve lost count of how many moments you’ve shared with him just like this one. So many chances for you to take. You never have.

Back to the original issue: can you see yourself walk out of that clearing the way you always do? Can you see yourself going home, adding this missed chance to your growing collection of lost memories, of hands within your reach that you chose not to take?

The answer pops in your mind, crystal clear for the first time since you met him.

You drop your bag on the ground, turning to Izuku with a delighted expression stretching your features. The look on your face reminds him of one he’d seen on you as a kid, bouncing on the balls of your feet in front of the ice cream truck. At this moment he just knows you’ve got some stupid shenanigan in mind, like you always do. Once again, he isn’t wrong.

“Wanna take a dip?” You’re squinting at him from his side, a mischievous smile lighting up your face.

“I-I didn’t bring a swimsuit,” he stutters.

It’s been a long time since he last stuttered in front of you. He got rid of it years ago, but it still resurfaces sometimes in front of intimidating strangers or in a socially uncomfortable situation. Never in front of you, though.

“Me neither,” you answer plainly with that same impish smile, and his eyes go round at your implications.

“Wait, you can’t be—Oh my God—”

His heart does a great flip in his chest when he catches you taking the hem of your shirt up over your head. In less than five seconds, you’ve got him scorching hot, feverish and suddenly he can’t tell right from left.

His reflex is to bury his face in his hands. He respects you too much to take a peek, but you’re making things very difficult for him. He can hear you move towards the water, can hear the thump of your forgotten shoes hitting the ground one after the other, can hear the soft pad of your naked feet on the rocks.

“For the love of God, please, put it back on…” 

“What? Look at this view, it would be a shame not to make the most of it!”

He’s not looking at the view right now, he can’t let himself. He knows very well he won’t be able to focus on the trees when you’re standing pretty much naked—although he’s not sure to what extent—in front of him. You could be entirely naked right now and he wouldn’t be able to tell, his burning face still hidden in his shaking hands. His voice comes out muffled when he stammers, “I-It’s starting to get late, we really should get back to the car…”

“What, you’re scared of the bears?”

He can’t see you, but he knows you’re sporting that smug grin of yours, the one he first saw when you showed him your impressive collection of Pokémon cards on your preschool’s playground. You’ll have to take a lingering silence for an answer.

“Izuku, come on. I don’t bite.”

He’s not entirely sure the sight of you won’t gnaw him to the bone, won’t melt his entire body down and leave him a hot mess. He won’t be a man anymore, just a walking flame fueled by the heavenly sight of you. No, he can’t let himself fall into that. Obviously you don’t know what you’re doing to him.

Nevertheless, you’re probably the most stubborn person he knows. And he’s friends with Katsuki Bakugou, for God’s sake. He won’t be able to get out of this as easily as he wants, especially as he hears the delicate noise of water splitting at your feet as you enter the little pond.

He slowly moves his hands off of his face. You must have your back turned to him, so maybe he can drift his eyes off somewhere—

You are in front of him, thigh deep in the water now. In nothing but your panties. Your white, flower-patterned lace panties that are doing a very bad job at covering your backside. He lets out a long, pained whine, standing in the middle of the little shore with his arms dangling down his sides, not sure what to do with them.

“Why didn’t you at least keep your bra on?” His voice comes out way more wobbly than he intended to.

You turn a little so you can look at him, and it takes every little bit of strength he’s got left to look you in the eye. But as you’re turning around, the smooth curve of your breast starts showing, and God, is that your nipple?

He wants a giant hole to swallow him right now. He wants some forest creature to come for him right this instant, anything to keep him away from you, keep him from doing things he might regret. To punish him for having such thoughts about you, because you trust him, you’re so oblivious, so innocent, and he’s so weak against this inner monster that’s eating him away.

With a little frown, you deliver the answer like it’s self-evident as you kneel into the water, the surface just above your chest:

“I didn’t want it to get wet.”

“But you’re okay with your panties getting wet?”

The realization of what he just said is slow but surely comes. And when it does, he wishes even harder to get erased from the surface of this planet he’s already lucky enough to share with you. There is a long silence, and all he can hear for a few seconds are the birds chirping and the violent pounding of his heart against his ribcage, straining to get out.

You turn back around to look at him, dumbstruck. 

“I’m more than okay with that—”

“Please forget I just said that,” he cuts you off. He’s not sure he can bear to hear more of this.

“I’m never forgetting you said that. It’s pure gold,” you scoff.

He can only answer with a drawn-out whine. He doesn’t have any choice in this, does he?

When you dive in the water, he takes both his shaking hands to the hem of his shirt and starts undressing.

What the fuck am I doing?

The water is so pure you can see underwater as clear as day: the few rocks at the bottom, the little silvery fish all around you, and the last rays of sunlight permeating through the calm surface above your head. The water feels a bit cold on your naked skin since the sunlight and summer heat must only hit the clearing at certain hours of the day. Still, the cold water isn’t enough to clear your foggy mind.

What was I thinking?

You’ve always been a bashful person, why is it changing all of a sudden? Maybe it’s the devastating effect Izuku has on you.

You try to calm down a bit, taking a deep breath. So, you’re pretty much naked in front of him. Well, it definitely wouldn’t be the first time, and it (probably) won’t be the last. Now you just have to go through with your stupid idea. It’s no big deal, it’s only Izuku. Only Izuku.

Only Izuku.

Fuck.

You finally surface, not only because you can’t hide underwater forever, but also because, surprisingly, you’re not a fish, you have to actually breathe.

You push your dripping hair to the back of your head, still careful to keep your breasts under the water. Izuku’s already in to his hips when you turn around to look at him, your vision still blurry from the water trickling all over your face. He’s merciless, standing like that, only the elastic of his boxers peeking out of the water. You’re a bit surprised by the plain, black color. You were expecting something along the lines of blue, yellow and red. Izuku is full of surprises.

But nevermind the color of his underwear—what you find just above is mesmerizing. Your indiscreet, incorrigible gaze can’t help following the thin trail of hair tracing up to his navel, then the stunning lines of his abs, partly hidden behind his freckled forearms shyly crossed over them. The freckles spread up his powerful arms, gently sunkissed, scattering all over his broad shoulders.

Is he actually hiding, though? Doesn’t he know he looks like he was carved by the gods themselves?

“Have you done this before?”

The sound of his voice startles you a bit. Ah, right. You were shamelessly staring. It takes you a couple of seconds to force your distracted mind back into focus. “Done what?”

“Skinny dipping?”

“No, it’s my first time. It looks like it’s yours too.” His big, bright eyes drift around like they don’t know where to look. It’s really cute.

“It is,” he admits, now kneeling into the water as well. “I would’ve thought you were used to this.” You arch a single eyebrow in an amused frown.

“What, do I look like I have a professional degree in skinny dipping?”

“No, it’s just…You look confident, it just seemed like it.”

Confident? You’re nowhere near confident—you’re terrified. You try to keep your cool, but it’s probably the first time you’re putting on an act in front of Izuku.

“Well, you’re not so bad at it yourself.” You don’t miss the little blush coating his cheeks at that. “Also, I’m not exactly naked.”

“You’re not exactly dressed either, that’s a...v-very small piece of clothing.” He’s blushing a bit harder, looking away.

“Oh, seems like you paid some attention to my piece of clothing then, good to know.”

Now he’s quite simply scarlet. A very cute, very hot, freckled tomato. He’s so easily flustered, it only makes you want to tease him some more.

“Were your legendary All Might boxers in the dirty hamper? That’s a shame. I’m a bit disappointed,” you say in a mockingly innocent voice.

He doesn’t retort, simply stands there on his knees, shooting you an unreadable look and a little pout. After a few seconds, you open your mouth to continue, only to be startled by a strong splash hitting you in the face.

When you snap out of your shock, hair and face dripping all over your shoulders, you look up at him with what must be the scariest look of betrayal. Or the most ridiculous, apparently, since he starts laughing, louder and louder, and can’t seem to stop.

“Oh, you’re pretty pleased with yourself right now, aren’t you?” You can’t help but chuckle while talking, his laugh is so contagious.

“I am, yeah!” he manages to articulate, only starting to calm down.

As the calm of the forest returns, you watch his eyes go back to their usual round shape bit by bit, his face relaxing again. His smile causes butterflies to fly up and around in a whirlwind deep into your belly. You chuckle a bit at the feeling, almost embarrassed by how he’s making you feel like you’re in some dumb, cliche rom-com movie. On the outside, you must look a bit like a maniac, but he’s a nice guy, so he simply asks, “What is it?”

And before you can overthink yourself out of it, you’re hurling yourself at him. He barely has the chance to stutter a weak, “Wait!” before you’re putting all your weight on him, sinking his head deep in the water. Izuku may well be a nice guy, but you know he isn’t going to let you get away with this, so you’re not surprised when you’re dragged underwater by your legs. He lets go immediately, a bit abruptly, even, like it burnt his hands to touch you.

You both emerge from the water soon, and it takes you a second to get rid of the water blurring your vision, but then it hits you. How tantalizingly close you are to each other now, your bodies an inch away from touching. You’re both on your knees, enveloped in the coolness of crystal clear water and the reflections of the canopy of leaves above your heads. A spark of electricity makes you freeze on the spot; you’re so close to him your breasts slightly brush against his chest.

After a little eternity, you find the courage to look up at his face. He looks mindblowing, really. Despite the two decades you spent together, you’re not sure you’ve ever seen the pure, astonishing details of his freckles from this close. You would remember it, you definitely would. It’s a spectacular view, one of those visual memories that comes back to hit you in flashes. His nose and cheekbones are covered in them, drawing a mesmerizing pattern, more complex than the Milky Way itself. They’re an uncrackable equation, like a weird quirk of nature that you’ll never understand but don’t question anyway. They spread a little more scattered, but still very present, up to his forehead and down to his delicate jaw.

And his eyes—you could just drown in them. There’s this bright, blinding light there that feels like laying in the grass and looking up at the sunlight coating the leaves of this tree, the one you grew up near and always played under.

You swear you didn’t move, neither did he, and still you manage to get even closer to him. Now it’s you against the inexorable attraction that pulls you towards him like a fierce magnet. And it’s a losing battle, you think, as you’re both entering each other’s personal space like you share just one.

There’s nothing friendly about the way he can’t look you in the eye, seemingly too obsessed with your lips. You drop your gaze to his and find them calling for you. It’s been so long, now the thought of kissing Izuku seems unfamiliar despite being ever-present in your imagination for so many years. Like repeating a word so much it ends up becoming a series of meaningless sounds to your confused mind.

He’s the one who finally closes the distance, his lips landing on yours so softly you can barely feel them. He doesn’t move, simply content with the contact. You’re both eight years old again for a minute. The kiss feels like the little peck a kid would finally give to his crush in the middle of their school’s playground before running away to his friends.

Time seems to stop for God knows how long, and after what feels like no time and forever all at once, his lips move hesitantly against yours, bringing you back to reality. Right then, it all crashes on you like a tremendous wave. The distant echo of your mothers’ voices from the kitchen and the stupid cartoons they made you watch so they could talk for ten more minutes. The games alone together because no one wanted to play with you two weirdos. The piggyback rides, the dumb jokes, the video games (you always won). The neverending texting sessions at night because one of you couldn’t sleep. The fights that never lasted long enough to see the next sunrise because you both are way too weak for each other. All those stupid places that wouldn’t have looked half as breathtaking if it weren’t for him.

His lips are soft but roughly bitten. Hot and wet from the water and maybe from something else. He doesn’t taste like anything other than home, and that’s more than enough for you. His hands went up to cup your face at some point, but you’re too drowned in all the feelings coming up to the surface to pay attention to anything other than his soft mouth pressing on yours, more and more, opening up—

And it’s already over. You only notice that you’ve closed your eyes when you open them again when you don’t feel anything against your mouth other than the summer air. When your mind manages to regain any sense of function, the blurry focus of your gaze settles on his eyes. Wide open. Pupils eating up the dazzling viridian that puts the forest to shame. And a terrified expression in them.

He’s looking at you like he hurt you. His lips should still be on yours, kissing and sucking, not frozen like they are right now, obviously trying to express something painful as a few weak sounds pass their barrier before he finally manages to speak:

“Oh—Oh my God, I-I’m s—”

You don’t let him finish his stupid sentence. You don’t think twice before you take his face in your hands and lean in to kiss him again, with shameless intent this time. No more pretending—you’ve been waiting long enough for this and apparently, so has he.

It’s nothing gentle this time when your mouths crash against each other, teeth clashing and lips bruising under the weight of twenty years. You hold to his face like a lifeline, fingers sinking just a bit into his cheekbones, the tip of your nails getting caught in the knots of his dripping hair just above his ears. It’s messy, your noses rubbing before he angles his face better. One of his hands loops around your waist in a tight grip, forcing your chest to crush against his, the other burying in your hair at the base of your skull.

The feeling is electrifying, indescribable. It’s nothing like the pale, miserable depiction of your imagination. It’s discovering life in color when all you’ve always known was black and white.

The water is cool, but his body scorches against yours, burns your skin in the most exquisite way. The kiss is desperate on both parts, but neither of you is confident. His lips suck on yours with tentative motions, and you respond in kind the best you can. They are hungry, starving for flesh but don’t know how to hunt.

Your hands are gripping more and more of his hair, pulling harder, sending waves of heat all the way down his groin, and he’s not sure he can hide the bulge growing there for much longer.

He has to be sure, he has to be absolutely certain you want this as much as he does, because once he starts, he may not be able to stop. But you feel so good, all pressed against him. Your skin feels so soft under his hand at the small of your back he has to dig his nails in the skin of your waist so he doesn’t cross a line. But the curve just above your ass is begging for him to grip at the tender flesh and squeeze, fill his hands with it. He’s been dreaming about this for so long.

No, he can’t just hurl himself at you like a hunting wolf the first chance he gets—what kind of friend does that?

It takes him every bit of focus he has left to break the kiss, to part away from you. You have to discuss this, he can’t just throw away twenty years of friendship! Now you’re looking up at him with puppy eyes saying, ‘Why won’t you play with me?’ He breathes out a shaky sigh, and begins:

“Um, look. Believe me when I say I’ve wanted this for a very, very long time, and I love you so, so much. As a friend, I mean.” He sees you frown at this, catches a glint of something he doesn’t like in your eyes, then panics. “No, no, no, I mean, a-as a friend, but also more than that, o-obviously. But I don’t know what you want, you might be...d-disappointed, or...um—” His face starts heating up like it hasn’t in ages. He takes another breath, tries to clear up the muddled mess happening in his head. “Look, I just want the best for you, but you look...good, very good, and you’re making things very difficult for me, doing...this—”

“Izuku.” The deafening hubbub filling his mind falls suddenly silent, your voice a comforting, steady rock for him to cling to when his mind is storming out of control.

“Yeah?”

You get even closer to him, since he gradually set some distance while mumbling his anxious thoughts out again. You cup his face in your hands, a gentle, featherlight touch, and look up at him with determination in your eyes. You pull his head down a bit to settle on yours, your foreheads and noses connected, never breaking eye contact. Your lips graze over his, both your breaths mixing there, your voice a quiet whisper as you speak again. “Do you want me?”

Out of the jittery mess of his mind, the answer comes out like evidence, plain and simple: “Yes.”

“Then shut up and kiss me.”

You take action immediately, kissing him once again and this time he doesn’t hesitate to put his—still rather shaky—hands on you. The feeling of you is addicting, pushing his insecurities further in the back of his mind. He starts at your waist, running his thumbs there, feeling the goosebumps rising on your skin. They wander up your spine, counting every single bump of your bones, all the way to your nape. Then dragging them back down to settle on your hips, his fingers digging in the soft flesh. The little sigh you breathe on his lips causes an impressive amount of blood to run straight to his dick. 

Your mouth is distracting, dizzying, sucking on his bottom lip, nipping playfully. His tongue slides over your lips, then against your own when you open up immediately for him. You’re pressing against him even more, your breasts rubbing against his naked chest and he swears you’re going to be the death of him. You’re hanging from his shoulders by now, your arms circling his neck, still gripping a handful of green hair, pulling. You have to stop doing this—he might cum right away. He doesn’t say it aloud, only lets a moan escape him into your mouth.

He wanted this, wanted this for so long, and now that it’s real, it’s beyond everything he could have imagined. The heat of your skin, the weight on his shoulders as you cling to him, your breath in his mouth, your little sighs.

He’s only now noticing that his hands have gone to reach their destination with a mind of their own. They’re on your ass underwater, feeling the white, wet lace, the sole cloth on your entire body—that thing is just there to tempt him. He’s unsure if you like what he’s doing until you release a whimper, louder this time, enough to send a vibration against his mouth (and straight to his cock at the same time).

Suddenly, he wants to taste a lot more of you. You’re all open up to him for the first time—he has to. He trails a series of open-mouthed kisses from the corner of your mouth to your jaw, savoring every little sigh escaping your lips, then to your neck, dragging his tongue up the column of your throat.

The water is fresh all over you, and he doesn’t miss the shivers running up and down your skin at the contact of the twilight breeze. He needs to warm you up, needs to make you feel good, needs everything to be perfect for you. With his hands still on your ass, he trails lower down to your collarbone, allowing some occasional nips on the way that have you shaking. He freezes, looking up at you from there.

“Is this okay?”

The answer comes out breathy, a little desperate: “Yes, yes, please!” It sends a wave of heat all over him, the way you like what he’s doing to you, the way he’s making you feel good.

He’s not experienced or anything, only had a few hookups a couple of times, so he’s not very confident in his capacities, aside from running his hands all over you because that’s how his instincts are manifesting. You know him better than anyone—of course you would know how lost he could be in this kind of situation. But he also knows you’re not much more experienced than him, and that thought is comforting.

He’s experienced in one thing, though. He feels like the worst, filthiest person on the planet for this, but it’s astonishing the number of times he jerked off to the thought of what’s happening right now. How many times did he fuck his hand in the shower thinking about the water trickling down your skin, about licking it off your breasts all the way up to your neck.

So he does what he’s been dying to do for years. your breasts are just above the surface, so he sits on his heels and licks down your chest. When his tongue finally reaches your nipple, giving it a tentative lick, you let out a gasp, encouraging him to get bolder. And he does, closing his mouth on it like it’s the sweetest lollipop; it’s all cold and hard and raised from the water, but it warms up really quickly against the furnace of his mouth. His right hand leaves your ass to cup the neglected other, running his thumb against the bud, squeezing the flesh. That’s when you reach out to bury a hand in his hair, and pull again. God, you can pull on his hair all day and night like this; he’ll never get enough.

His left hand, still on your ass, rises up to the small of your back, feeling you arching more and more, pushing against his mouth. A harder nip has you gasping and he lets his hands run all over you, wandering without direction. It’s messy and urgent; he can’t help it—you feel so good, so soft under his hands. He’s like a kid getting to open his Christmas gifts in the morning after an endless, sleepless night waiting for Santa.

You trail your hand down his chest and his abdomen, a gentle reminder that the power he holds right now could slip through his fingers any moment. He’s willing to give it to you, especially since he doesn’t really know what to do next.

Like you just read his mind, you take his hands in yours, stopping their chaotic race. He’s feeling himself flush a bit—was he going too fast for you? Did he scare you? Or did he just let himself become overwhelmed by his feelings and it didn’t feel good for you? His eyes are looking down directly at your naked chest, he realizes he never took a proper look at them, too busy throwing himself to taste them. They look just as good as they taste, as beautiful as the rest of you.

Tentatively, he raises his eyes to find your reassuring gaze and fond smile. You lead his hands down slowly, setting them on your hips, over the criminal lace fabric preserving your modesty. Your foreheads connect again, but you never break eye contact. Lacing your fingers together, you guide his thumbs into the elastic on both sides, and now that he gets what you’re trying to do, his mind just stops.

Your voice is barely a whisper, a mesmerizing caress on his lips when you speak again. “I think I’ve waited long enough, Zuku.”

Your tone is fond, but you sound so desperate, it’s unbearably cute. His mind fogs up, the smoke of your words filling his skull and he wants to drive you as mad as you drive him. Sure, you’ve waited a lot, but so has he. He isn’t going to rush this, not if he has any say in it.

He slides your panties down your thighs underwater inch by inch. It’s even too slow for him; right now he just wants to rip the stupid piece of lace off of you and fuck you and him both stupid in the water, hard and fast. But even more than that, he wants to take his time with you, wants to take you apart piece by piece. And the testy whine it elicits from you makes it all so worth it.

You shift a bit so he can take your underwear completely off and, in a second, it lays abandoned on the sandy ground of the shore. Just knowing you’re now completely naked in front of him, it sends boiling desire flowing through every single vein in his body. He can’t see that part of you yet, the water darkening along with the sky clouding his view beneath the surface, but nightfall can’t do anything about Izuku’s wild imagination. He’s dizzy, feeling himself slowly falling into a half-conscious daze, but you anchor him right where you are, bringing him back to the reality of your arms hooked around his neck.

He rests his hands on your hips, dragging his fingertips down the soft flesh of them. The idea of touching you down there is making his head spin, he can’t wait any longer.

“Can I—”

“Yes, I want your fingers inside me,” you say before driving your lips back against his.

Without further ado, one of them goes straight to your core, making you jump a bit, breaking the kiss just for a second. He runs his index between your folds, feeling hot slick already coming out of you despite the fresh water around. His touch is light, slow, hesitant as it glides up and down, testing the waters. He’s getting a bit further, putting a bit more pressure with every stroke and earning a few pleased sighs from your heavenly mouth.

He expected a sudden reaction as soon as he found your clit, but that doesn’t mean he was prepared for the drawn-out moan coming out of your gorgeous lips, wet from his mouth and from your dip earlier. He wants to hear that again, every day for the rest of his life. He drags his thumb over it, again and again, slow at first, but then quicker and quicker, and your voice grows louder with every speed-up of his finger.

Your hands go frantic over him, running up his chest and down his abs in repeated motions that feel a lot like it’s lust driving your limbs much more than your mind. You stopped kissing him at some point, your mouth too busy expressing every ounce of pleasure you felt to focus on such basic motions. Your face is buried in his neck, your hot breath crushing against his skin.

He presses his index inside, but he’s so focused on what he’s doing, trying not to hurt you, that he doesn’t notice the shift of your own hand leaning down until he feels it cupping the painful bulge in his boxers. His eyes go wide with a gasp, and when he looks at you, you already have a playful, but intense, gaze piercing right through him.

“Did you think I was gonna let you play all on your own, Zuku?” Your fingers graze over the soaked fabric, down his entire length and to his balls, throwing gasoline on the fire that’s been consuming him for ages. “Don’t be selfish,” you whisper directly in his ear as your hands slip his underwear down his thighs.

As soon as the piece of cloth gets to join your forgotten panties on the shore, you wrap your pretty hand around him. And when you start stroking, his eyes roll so hard he swears he can see the inside of his skull. It feels better than he ever could have imagined; it’s blistering, astonishing. The only idea his brain can manage to work out right now is that he wants you to feel just as good.

He only notices now that his fingers stopped moving, and they go right back to a steady pace, but it’s a matter of seconds before he drives another finger into you. Soon, you’re both fucking the life out of each other with your hands. You’re sucking and nipping at his ear, and every single moan he draws out of you ends up turning against him, breaking into the defenses he built year after year by your side. He’s simply fucking into your hand now. He can’t help it, you feel so good. He doesn’t even want to think about what it’s going to feel like to fuck into your tight little cunt, he might cum hard just from the thought of it.

The spongy spot he finds inside you feels like he just struck gold. It’s glorious, the sounds you make right now, higher, louder. You’re tightening around his fingers, but it’s okay—you can crush them for all he cares. He wants you to moan higher for him, wants you to keep riding his fingers like your life depends on it.

“Izuku, ah—I’m close, I’m so close, please…”

“I got you, baby. I got you, shit—”

He quickens the pace again, feels like his fingers are gonna fall off his hand the moment he gets them out of you, but fuck, what his princess wants, his princess is gonna get. Your orgasms shatter the both of you to pieces, and in the bliss of his high, he can hear some birds flying away, scared by the harmonious, but probably very loud, song of your combined moans.

While his cum strikes out by ropes into the water, his clouded mind can only think about one thing.

He needs more of you.

You can barely stand on your knees, worn out from cumming the hardest you have in your entire life. You actually have to lean on Izuku so you don’t fall into the water head first like some boneless ragdoll. You just let your forehead rest on his shoulder and count the freckles there, splattered in a fascinating work of abstraction.

But apparently, he has other plans. You’re swiftly lifted up and out of the water, huge scarred hands firmly holding the back of your thighs that immediately come to circle his waist.

“Oh, nice. I don’t mind getting carried around like a baby. Where are we going?”

“Not far,” he says with a little grin, walking out of the water. “Do you think you’ll be able to walk?” His voice holds a sarcastic tone, one you’re not used to hearing out of Izuku’s angel mouth.

“I think I can manage, yeah.”

He drops you to stand on your legs, and immediately goes for his backpack. The sun has just set, its last rays of light filling the pink sky over your heads. You can still easily make out everything around you, and Izuku’s body is no exception.

You’re watching him with a raised eyebrow, letting your shameless gaze follow every curve you couldn’t see underwater. The day he started exercising in high school was the day you knew it was over for you. It was the day you couldn’t deny what you felt anymore, you couldn’t deny your best friend was everything you needed, and everything you wished for. The physical factor was only a—very pleasant— addition to the list of things that made you fall hard for Izuku Midoriya.

Your eyes linger over his impressive figure, staring at the dimples at the small of his back. You always knew they were here, but you never allowed yourself to look at them, to imagine how they would grow repeatedly hollow with every thrust of his hips into you.

He finally digs out what he was looking for: a plaid picnic blanket, because of course he would have one in there. He’s wearing a little victorious smile when he stands and turns around to spread it on a grassy spot that looks a lot more comfortable than the hard ground. He turns back to you but averts his gaze to the side, hardly looking directly at you for more than a second at a time. The heat of his gaze tracing your curves through quick glances pools deep in your core. 

“You know you can look, right?” You sure aren’t refraining from doing so after all.

His face reaches its usual redness—hasn’t he learned anything from making you cum like crazy with just his fingers? It’s cute nonetheless; Izuku will never change.

He doesn’t answer your rhetorical question, only gives you a shy command in that tentative, very cute voice of his.

“Could you lay down on this for me?”

You saw this coming, but still, you’re a bit surprised he’s asking you that out loud. You gladly oblige with your legs pressed together, slightly bent. It’s another golden opportunity to tease him a bit:. “This isn’t exactly the right use for this blanket. Aren’t we supposed to eat on this?”

He smiles at the ground while kneeling at your feet.

“Maybe that’s exactly what I’m planning to do.”

Your sly smile fades away. His tone is a contradictory mix of shyness and determination, so it’s a bit confusing but also unbearably hot—you swear an astounding wave of heat is crashing through your deepest parts, untouched, just from some words and a funny tone. You rub your thighs together before he grabs and parts them to slip himself between them.

He crawls over you and leans down to kiss you, a bit more confident than earlier. His hips are pressing between your legs, where you can feel his hardness best.

He’s rutting more and more against you as the kiss intensifies. You could think it’d be a lot less exciting now that you know he’s going to eat you out, there’d be no suspense. Wrong. The little shit apparently likes to tease you to death, because he left your lips to kiss your face, nip at your neck, suck at your ears. Dragging his devilish hands everywhere, pressing harder each time you get louder. An especially heavy whine makes him buck hard, his mouth back against yours.

“The more impatient you get, the slower it’s gonna be,” he murmurs against your lips, and starts to make his way down to where you want him, kissing every inch of you, clouding your mind with desire. It’s way too much and still not enough; it’s maddening. When he finally reaches down, you’re on the verge of a second orgasm like you hadn’t just come down a few minutes ago.

He’s holding your thighs apart in a firm grip. Just the touch of his fingers burns your skin deliciously, and the look he’s giving you from between your legs...his eyes are clouded, half-lidded, looking at the part of you he’s never gotten to see before. It feels like he’s been looking forever and just a second at the same time.

He finally dips into you, leaving butterfly kisses all over your inner thighs, punctuated by little nips, nuzzling the soft skin. He’s not looking you in the eye anymore, his gaze lingering all over your body—all over except for your face. You can make out a slight blush on his cheeks despite the dimness all around. You know him better than anyone, so you immediately recognize what’s going on in his mind just from the slightest hint in his eyes. He looks like he’s fighting a battle against himself, his shyness against his hunger. And you know who you’re both rooting for.

He finally gives in, and it takes your breath away. A single, slight lick on your clit and you’re gone. And the next ones, more and more intense, more and more hungry, push you further to tumble over your edge. He grunts into your heat, multiple times. Moans like he’s the one squirming under your mouth.

His hands hold a firm grip on your hips, squeezing the flesh and keeping you in place—he doesn’t even give you an inch to move. You can only take and take and take. But you still have the luxury of your free hands, and they rush to bury in the knots of his messy wet curls, your nails dragging, scratching his scalp.

His lips close on your clit and suck just a bit, and before you can refrain, you pull on his hair, hard. He gasps, and the moment you think you hurt him, he breathes his loudest moan, right into you. You’re filled with the vibrations—they spread all over your body, have you throwing your head back, trembling from head to toe.

The louder you are, the hungrier he gets, filling you with his insatiable tongue. You have to look at him right now. And you expected quite a show, but you certainly weren't prepared to see this—him rutting against the ground like an animal. You realize he’s getting off just from your taste, just from eating you out. His hips roll repeatedly, making you salivate just to the thought of those same hips bucking into yours, fucking you into oblivion. And the more he ruts, the louder he gets.

Now if he wants to moan, you’re going to give him a good reason to. 

You hint for him to face you with a light tug on his hair. As soon as he’s back up, he dives in to kiss you. You don’t let him. In a second he’s on his back with you seated on his hips.

“What did I say about letting you play on your own, hm?”

The ‘deer caught in headlights’ look is so cute on him. And the rest is a marvel to look at. You’re straddling him and he has no other choice than to let you devour him with your eyes—not that he couldn’t bounce you off of him with just a thrust of his hips, but he already would have if he wanted to. You let your gaze wander mindlessly over him—it’s surreal. There’s no way he’s actually under you, waiting for you to please him back with his mouth and jaw still shining with your juices. It has to be a dream—it’s always been after all.

You shift so you’re straddling his parted thighs. You can finally take a look at him. The whole thing, that is. His cock is resting against his lower stomach, hard and swollen and thick. It’s a pretty, bright pink, shining with pre-cum at the tip. Your mouth waters just at the sight of it.

He’s looking down at you, his face as flushed as his dick, that usual blush still exquisitely coating his freckles. You take him in your hand, dive in to give a lick to the tip and his head falls back down with a whimper. You let your tongue drag over the whole length on the underside, and your lips close around the tip in a wet smooch. His hips jerk up a bit, startling you.

You finally take him whole in your mouth, and you can feel his whole body tensing under you. You start bobbing up and down, going a bit further each time, earning a series of shameless moans because this boy is loud. You expected him to express himself during sex since he’s such a mumbler—and frankly, it was always one of your biggest fantasies, hearing him come undone because of you, lose any sense of shame and self-restriction when he’s such a anxious person otherwise.

But you could’ve thought about it every night and day and still never be ready for this. It’s sinful. His hand goes to grab your hair just like you did to him, and now you get why he liked it so much. The feel of his nails scratching your scalp is electrifying, soothing and destructive at the same time.

Your tongue hits a precise spot just under the tip and he jerks up again, nearly screams, “Fuck—yes, right there, please—d-do that again!”

And you do, you can only oblige—he asked so nicely. Your lips go up and down, over and over, your tongue grazing this spot with a bit more pressure every single time. You squint over him, and what you find there is a mess. Trying so hard not to buck into your mouth but failing miserably. Sounding like he’s at Heaven’s gate.

“Easy, Zuku. You’re gonna scare the birds away,” you chuckle against him, your lips brushing the tip, dripping with your saliva and pre-cum.

“Do I need to remind you…how loud you were for me earlier?” He’s looking back down at you as he speaks, a tremble in his voice telltale of his approaching climax. “You sounded...so good, baby, I swear...wanna hear you again, wanna make you scream, just for me, fuck—”

You can feel yourself soaking the blanket, can feel the slick trickle down your folds and stain the plaid cotton. Is he aware of what he’s doing? Or is he just saying whatever is going through his chaotic mind? In any case it has you starving. So you let go of his cock and, before he can protest, crawl back to his face and kiss him desperately. Tasting both of your fluids in a mindblowing mix.

You pull back just enough to be able to speak, because you need him to understand you loud and clear when you say:  “Please, Izuku, I need you inside me, I’ve waited so long. Please.”

“Okay, okay, fuck—” He cuts himself off, his eyes slightly drooping like a sad puppy. “I-I don’t have any condoms.”

“You mean you probably have pads in there for me but no condoms?” you say with your eyebrows raised, your mocking tone hinting at a teasing remark, far from criticism.

He frowns in confusion. “How do you know I have pads in there?”

“So the legend turns out to be true. After all these years—”

“Shut up, you’re impossible,” he chuckles heatlessly, resting his hands on your back.

“It’s okay. I’m on the pill,” you assure him with a soft tone.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m pretty sure I’m on the pill, yeah.”

He rolls his eyes, then clarifies, a hint of hesitation clear in his voice.

“No I mean...you’re sure you wanna do this?” He marks a brief pause, takes a short breath. “With me?”

You don’t even think before answering, it slips your mouth like it’s not even your own words: “I don’t want it with anyone else.”

There’s a silence.

“Fuck, that sounds cheesy,” you scoff, looking away.

“It does, but we’re both cheesy idiots, apparently.”

You look back at him. His smile is so fond, so loving; it melts your heart in the best way.

“I wanna be your cheesy idiot,” you say against his mouth, looking right into his eyes, willing to fall in them.

“You always have been,” he nearly whispers. It fills your stomach with familiar warmth, intense and overwhelming, comforting.

There’s a bittersweet taste in your mouth, one of regret and lost time and God, we’re idiots.

Now it’s about time you make up for it all.

You look down at him, rolling your hips against him, dripping all over his cock, coating him in your juices.

“I think I asked you something, didn’t I?”

A whimper escapes him at the feeling. His hips buck up slightly, hands gripping at your back. When you do it again, you don’t get the chance to see his reaction; you’re on your back again, him towering over you, his thigh between your legs.

He’s looking at you with something in his eyes you don’t recognize, but the tone he speaks with has your entire body quaking.

“And you’re gonna get it, sweetheart.”

He holds himself over his left forearm, his hand thumbing at your cheek while the other strokes the whole length of your thigh. Your noses are brushing, your breaths crashing together. Your hands hold tight to his nape, playing with the short hair mindlessly as you’re waiting to be filled, finally.

You feel the stretch instantly. You try to focus on those mesmerizing emerald gems he calls eyes. They look right through your soul, eating you up and you barely feel the pain. He’s taking it slow, inch by inch, giving you all the time you need, caressing your cheek with a tender stroke of his thumb.

“Relax for me, baby.”

Izuku’s voice is a soothing sound over the incessant chirping of the grasshoppers. It was always one of your favorite things to hear, its every tone another blessing to your ears. It’s loving when he asks if you’re okay, comforting when he whispers sweet nothings to you as you cry on his shoulder, heartening when he’s going on about anything he’s passionate about.

He’s kissing every part of skin he has access to, over your face, your jaw, your neck. You feel yourself relaxing around him, and roll your hips up to give him the hint.

When he starts moving it’s still slow and careful. He doesn’t break eye contact, so you can see his every reaction, and he can see all yours. His hand is still playing with your hair, even as his pace speeds up with every second. The weight of him over you feels amazing, it holds him close against you, countless parts of you both rubbing together: your chests, your stomachs, your thighs. He doesn’t even have a lot of space to move. But getting to touch and get touched by him like this, it's incredible. You always had him so close to you, always right there and still so out of reach.

You still need more; you’re insatiable. You need to see him come undone under you, because of you. You push him to roll on his back, and you end up straddling him, setting the pace yourself. You start bouncing up and down on his cock, taking balance on the hard planes of his abs. He immediately reaches up to grab your hips, guiding you along.

His face tenses up, frowning, his nose wrinkling, his lips parted just to let out a series of breathy sighs. He looks wrecked and dizzy and stunning. He’s keeping his eyes open, fixed up on you, specifically on your breasts, bouncing with your every motion. And you can feel his gaze on your skin just as much as you feel his hands gripping harder at the flesh below your hips.

“Eyes up here, Zuku,” you coo with two fingers pointed at your eyes.

He doesn’t answer, only sits up easily and wraps his arms around your waist.

“You look so amazing, you have no idea what you do to me,” he says with a trembling voice, filled with bliss.

Your heart misses a beat at his words, they fill you with warmth and comfort because he definitely doesn’t have any idea what he’s doing to you. He delves his face into your neck, kissing and nuzzling, his breath coming shorter and shorter, crashing against your skin and his hands running all over you. The sound of his hoarse voice resonates through the forest and through your soul, echoing an enchanting song.

With little effort, he puts you back under him so he can pound into you with full force, and your legs immediately come up to wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper. Your hands grab his hair, tugging to see if you get the same reaction as earlier, and it doesn’t miss: he lets out a groan right into your ear, speeding up his pace again.

The sky is dark now, and all you can hear are his moans and yours and the slap of your hips coming together repeatedly. Your head is thrown back when he grabs you by the hair, forcing you to turn your head and face him.

“Look at me. I wanna see you.”

“Izuku, I’m gonna—”

“I know, baby. Let go for me, come on.”

Just the feel of his hand trailing down your stomach awakens something in you, this familiar pressure growing tight in your belly. And when his fingers reach your clit, a couple of strokes are enough to have you screaming his name, tightening around him, and pulling him towards his climax with you. His thrusts come franticly as you milk him dry, clawing desperately at his back, panting in his mouth as he leaned down to kiss you through both your climaxes.

As soon as he comes down, he rolls over on his side, still laying close to you, an arm thrown over you. You both take a minute to catch your breaths and, weirdly enough, you don’t hear anything aside from your panting. You really must have scared the birds away. Izuku breaks the silence first.

“Do you wanna...sleep at my place?”

He’s looking over at you and, despite the sky getting dark, you can easily imagine the blush coating his cheeks right now, like he didn’t make you scream his name, drunk on his cock two minutes ago.

You can’t repress your fond smile at his proposition.

“Yeah, let’s do that.”

You take a minute to gather your clothes from all over the place and get dressed, then grab your bag to tug it over your shoulder.

“You got everything?”

Izuku is waiting for you just outside the trees. You take a quick look around, making sure you haven’t forgotten anything, and turn around without a second look at the place.

Because although it was your first time setting foot here, it definitely won’t be the last; you will come back here with Izuku every chance you get, making it your shared secret, your own little wonderland.

You gladly take the hand he’s offering, making him blush a little harder, and you head straight back into the forest together.

You walk side by side as a comfortable silence settles, only disturbed by the grasshoppers’ incessant, boisterous chirping. The sky is utterly dark now, you can make out a few stars shining above the dense trees. You walk at a steady pace, but Izuku is going a bit faster with every step. Soon enough, he’s walking a bit ahead of you, still holding your hand. Another golden occasion to tease his eagerness.

“Are we in a hurry, Zuku?”

In the dark of the night, you struggle to make out the look on his face as he turns around to look at you. A second later, he’s running, and with your hand firmly held in his, you can’t do much but try to follow along. You giggle as you run, and it quickly grows into a belly-deep laughter. He’s fast, doesn’t get tired, but you follow him anyway, probably as eager as he is. You have to zig-zag so you don’t run straight into the massive trees standing in your way.

You get to the car in no time, but you’re both out of breath when you finally get in your respective seats, ready to go home.

Izuku doesn’t even wait to catch his breath before he starts the car, the engine roaring loudly in the silence of the night, probably scaring the birds away for the upteenth time that night. You catch his happy grin in the headlights glow before he heads back into the road.

You have a feeling the night is not over; you’ve only got twenty years to make up for after all.

[elsecrytt]

Just in case my ask got lost, this is a Sandwich Saturday/Sunday ask. I realllyyy want to see Sandwich Satan/MC/Simeon. I'd think they make an interesting dynamic.

Nah, your ask wasn't lost, I've just got a few to go through, along with some motivation slumps, stuff getting busy on my end, etc.~

I've been kinda :/ about whether or not I can do a couple of these a day - I'll just have to see how it goes. But this is a VERY popular pairing (or u are just very eager,,, i feed u, rare sandwich liker <3) so!! I give!!

Anyways!! Satan/MC/Simeon it is~

[There is going to be a bit of a spoiler here regarding Simeon; it's something that's revealed in Lesson 24, regarding how he was able to give you a piece of advice in Lesson 4 for Levi's Quiz Battle]

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So the first thing that comes to mind is actually that Satan knows that Simeon wrote TSL - and that he's a big fan of literature, himself! He respects Simeon's writing abilities, as well.

And Simeon... tbh Simeon is probably the most secretive person in the entire cast, besides maybe Barbatos. Satan's whole thing is that he wears masks, but that's nothing compared to what's up with Simeon.

Simeon may even be less aware of his wrath - or perhaps he doesn't even see it as something he needs to control more, unlike Satan. I feel like they could definitely understand one another.

They have similar temperaments. Plus, look at Simeon with Luke - he is supportive, encouraging, praises his efforts.

Satan puts a lot of work into being who he is, and I think Simeon would both respect that, and I think he would sympathize, if not empathize with Satan's desire for self-discovery.

(The fact that Satan is. Basically Lucifer's rebellious but beloved son, and Simeon lowkey yearns to befriend Lucifer again, probably doesn't hurt)

Moreover, Satan actually quite enjoys discussing literature and TV shows. The three of you could probably sit down with a book, movie, or plotline and chat up a storm about it for hours on end.

You would have just the most amazing debates. Character motivations, plot details, worldbuilding stuff - Simeon has an active imagination, Satan has a logical mind, and you understand the two of them so well it's like whole new worlds open up to you.

Group dates are fun, no problem; even where they lack a common interest, they're both quite respectful and considerate, although I think Simeon might have a touch of a spiteful streak that would take Satan off gaurd.

Tit for tat, though; Satan can get Simeon back a missed date or a stolen sleepover/night, and Simeon will just chuckle and call it even.

Satan can absolutely translate Simeon's typos and texting oddities with ease. He finds it fun, even. Your group chat is surprisingly active, because of it!

You may end up with a problem on your hands with Satan mentioning some facet of technology to Simeon offhand, and then Simeon using brute-force politeness on you to guilt you into helping him figure it out.

...You'll get him for this. Watch out, Avatar of Wrath. You're not joking. He better sleep with one eye open.

It's a lot and you're going to have several talks with Satan, eventually ending in retaliation. While Satan and Simeon can curb the cycle of revenge, you and Satan absolutely will not.

(Definitely not because, like, Satan's love language is playing pranks on people. And even if it were, don't you like Simeon? Hmmm?

"There's a difference between liking someone and wanting to spend three hours explaining how to attach files to a message!")

At one point Satan taught Simeon how to use a projector and sent him over to you to learn how to edit an excel spreadsheet.

(Simeon eventually takes you both in for a lesson on "Conflict de-escalation", to which Satan pointed out that he, as a demon, shouldn't really have to take such a class.

"Fine, then. I'll just spend the next two hours alone in this classroom with Simeon. Lock the door on your way out, would you, Satan?"

"W-What are you trying to imply?"

"Not that I'm opposed, but are you sure you can still listen to the lecture while we copulate?"

"Copulate? Who calls it that? And you're going to lecture them while you do it? I'll show you how to speak during sex-"

"During sex? Just say 'fuck', mister demon, as if you don't tell me you want to make love at night-"

Satan is on you in a moment, and Simeon soon follows.

Aren't they both so very lucky that you had the foresight to lock the door?)

They both have their possessive streaks, however rarely they show them, so don't worry; Satan will eventually grow grumpy over you spending so much time with Simeon and give up the game.

In any case, you have your ups and downs, but they're mostly filled with warmth and affection.

Honestly, I think each one would prefer to have you all to himself in the bedroom. Threesomes would be a matter of it being the right place and time; if all three of you are already together and in the mood.

Neither Satan nor Simeon is the type to intrude on you when you're having an intimate moment (they've got at least that much respect for one another, since you're openly with them both).

[nsfw under the cut - reader is penetrated, gives and receives oral (genitals ambiguous)]

Satan is more competitive; he'd rather be the reason you're reduced to a moaning mess, hearing you moan with every lap of his tongue and shiver as he presses and sucks in just the way he knows you like.

Simeon, unfortunately, is on the sneaky saboteur end of the spectrum.

He's quite all right letting Satan do all the work between your legs while he coos at you with your head in his lap, tells you what a lovely, sweet human you are for him - do you perhaps want a taste?

(And maybe it's because he's an angel, but by God, Simeon's cock is utterly divine on your lips; hot and smooth and imperceptibly sweet, his release being just the same)

You can feel Satan hiss against your sex as he watches Simeon pull himself dripping from your lips - all the sounds he missed from you when you had his cock down your throat ringing in his ears.

He crawls up your body and lays fevered kisses as he goes, his own cock dragging between your legs, heavy and swollen with promise as his fingers dig into your sides.

But Simeon is an angel, after all, he's not entirely mean, so he's fully willing to finger you open for Satan, right after, of course, he has you wet those fingers with your pretty, perfect mouth.

He's so sweet, so eager to sing your praises - you could lose yourself in those lovely blue eyes, the handsome dark face that stares down at you and smiles as he pumps his fingers against your tongue and then plays it between them.

And by the time Satan nips at your neck, growls your attention away as he tugs you into a kiss, Simeon has you stretched nicely and moaning into his mouth.

At that point Satan's quite ready to shove Simeon's hand away, but he's out quickly, and he can enter you with glorious ease, sliding fully home well enough for you to melt and groan.

Simeon's happy to pet your hair and kiss your cheek as the demon has his naughty, naughty way with you.

You find yourself moaning without reservation beneath Satan as he fucks you just right, and Simeon threads a hand in yours, whispering how well you're taking him, how amazing you look when you're like this, absolutely spectacular -

And of course, Satan snatches up the other hand for himself, biting marks into you in stings that blur away all the angel's lovely words into a pleasant hum.