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woso-dreamzzz · 9 months ago

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Jealous

Hardersson x Child!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: Pernille's a little jealous

Pernille wouldn't call herself a jealous person. She's never really wanted what others had. She's never looked at something someone has had and desperately wanted it for herself.

Similarly, she's never had a problem with people looking at Magda. She's never had a problem with fans fawning over her or some girl trying to dance with her at a club.

Pernille knows Magda loves her. She knows that Magda would never stray. They have you together. They've built a family together.

Pernille knows that you and her are the most important things in Magda's life.

Which is why it's strange that she's feeling jealous right now.

She'd just come in from training, hair slightly damp from the sudden rain shower that appeared and feeling glad she had sent you inside with Magda earlier.

Magda had cut her own session short after feeling a twinge in her ankle so went in to get it taped as a precaution.

The physio's office is where Pernille finds you and her now.

Magda's sitting in one of the beds, leg stretched outwards as one of the new physios massages her leg despite it being an ankle injury that sent her indoors.

You're in her lap and Magda's desperately trying to braid your hair back from where it's escaped from your hair tie.

She's not doing very well. Usually, she'll just throw it up into a ponytail and call it a day but Pernille thinks it's nice that Magda's trying so hard to give you a hairstyle that you'll really like.

It's a brief thought though as Pernille's eyes focus on the young physio.

She's talking to you in particular, nodding along as you babble about what you did last night and how Magda read your bedtime story and how you slept in her newest Sweden jersey.

The physio smiles at you before glancing up at Magda. "You're feeling really tight there, Mags. Really having to use all my strength here."

It's a blatant attempt at flirting as the physio bats her eyes a few times before letting out a groan of effort that could easily be sexual.

It makes Pernille's blood boil. One, because it's very obvious that she and Magda are together and two, that this new physio is using you to try and worm her way into Magda's heart.

She's fawning and cooing over you and Magda (poor, sweet, oblivious Magda) can't even tell.

That's the other annoying bit. Magda has no clue she's being flirted with and that really pisses Pernille off. It's not the first time something like this has happened before either.

Magda never knew when a girl was flirting with her. She never knew until they attempted to kiss her and Pernille had hoped that the years would have made Magda more aware of it happening but clearly not.

The physio giggles again and it takes everything in Pernille not to snap at her.

Instead, she plucks you off Magda's lap without saying anything, adjusting you so you're on her hip.

"I'm taking her home," She says, trying not to lose her temper as the physio inches her hands further up Magda's leg," The rain isn't going to let up anytime soon. Practice is postponed."

"Give me a few minutes," Magda says," We're nearly done here."

The physio pouts and it sends another bolt of anger down Pernille's spine. She doesn't like the way her hand it still on Magda's leg. It's inappropriate for work.

If Magda needs her leg massaged then Pernille would be happy to do it herself at home.

"I need to grab my bag." She says instead," If you're not by the car in five minutes then I'm leaving without you."

Momma walks off without Morsa, who scrambles away from the weird lady who was touching her.

You frown.

Momma doesn't talk to Morsa like that, all angry and annoyed. It's strange.

"Momma," You say as Momma grabs her bag and makes her way out to the car," Why's Morsa not coming with?"

Momma's jaw is clenched. You can tell.

"That's your Morsa's choice," Momma tells you as she straps you into your seat.

She slides into her chair just as Morsa comes running out the building.

She tries to open the passenger door but can't.

Momma's locked it.

"Pernille!" Magda bangs on the window. "Pernille, come on! I'm here!"

"You're late."

"I was just talking to Elizab-"

"Elizabeth!" Pernille snaps and your head ping pongs between them," Well, why don't you go back to talking to Elizabeth while you wait for your taxi to turn up!"

"Pernille! Really? Are we really going to argue right now? I don't even know what I've done wrong!"

"Then you've got lots of time on the trip home to work it out!"

Magda is silent for a while before it all seems to dawn on her. "Is this really about Elizabeth? Pernille-"

"You better not be about to tell me that it's all in my head! Her hands were way too high up to be a massage. In front of Princesse as well! In front of our child!"

"Let me in!" Magda says," I promise that I didn't realise! I thought she was just being helpful."

Pernille draws in a long breath. She knows that she's being irrational but sometimes these things just creep up on her.

She unlocks the car and Magda slips in.

"Hi, Morsa!" you chirp and she looks back to look at you.

"Hi, Princesse."

"Why'd Momma lock you out?"

Magda almost laughs as Pernille's hands clench around the steering wheel, pulling out of the parking spot and beginning to drive home.

"Well, I'm a little silly sometimes. Do you know what flirting is?"

You nod. "Like how Sam's girlfriend makes her feel all giggly and silly by talking to her."

"Exactly like that," Magda laughs," Well, Elizabeth was trying to flirt with me but I'm silly so I didn't notice."

"Oh," You say," That's bad because you're with Momma."

"That's right so that upset Momma a little bit," Magda continues," And when I didn't react to her flirting, she tried touching me to see if I was interested."

You frown. "Is that why she offered you the massage even though you hurt your ankle and not your knee?"

"That's-"

"She asked about it in front of Princesse?!" Pernille demands before this whole situation becomes a bit too funny for her liking. "And you didn't realise, Magda? God, how oblivious are you?"

Magda's cheeks go red with embarrassment. "Well," She says," I know you like me hot and oblivious. That way no one can take me from you."

Pernille full on laughs. "As if you would let yourself be taken."

"And Momma didn't like her touching you either?" You ask, your mind still trying to work out what has just happened.

"I didn't like it at all," Pernille says," And I was very annoyed that your Morsa let it happen."

The car is silent for a few minutes as you turn it over in your head before calling for Magda's attention again.

"You should tell Elizabeth that Momma will beat her up if she tries it again!"

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bakugoyelling · 2 years ago

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We Can Take Things Slow

Aki Hayakawa x Fem! Reader

Warnings: (minors dni) 18+ smut, virgin! reader, fluff, fingering, praise

Word Count: 5.1 K

Summary: What started as a crush has bloomed into a full-on relationship, and for the first time in your life, you're ready to do more than kiss.

Out of all people, you would have never thought that he would be your boyfriend; the first time he came in, you had to force yourself to stop staring. You had only worked at the local grocery store for about six months, and while you had seen attractive people come in to shop before, you had never seen a man as handsome as him.

He was tall — with blue eyes and black hair, the dark tresses often tied atop his head. His topknot hairstyle actually made your lips quirk up into a smile the first time you saw him. The ponytail was just so small and, for lack of a better word, cute.

He didn’t go to your register that day, and although slightly disappointed, you were glad. Just looking his way made your heart rate speed up. Who knows how you would have embarrassed yourself if you had to talk to him.

The next time you saw him, he walked in with — what you assumed to be — his friends, a guy and a girl who appeared to be rather rambunctious, one rolling in on a shopping cart while the other tossed boxes of snack cakes into it. Or maybe, they’re roommates; you thought as they walked past, watching them head down the aisle as you scanned a carton of milk. You wondered if he liked milk.

He didn’t go to your register that time either — well, he almost did, but he pivoted this shopping cart at the last second and headed a lane over, even though your current customer had just checked out. He must really like waiting in line.

And every time after that, he did the same, always with that boisterous duo; he never went to you. It was such a regular occurrence you no longer felt nervous when he came in.

But at least you still got to admire him. Sure, he might be avoiding you, but he was still pretty. Handsome, just like the first time you ever saw him. Plus, there was no harm in looking at him, right? A girl’s allowed to have a crush.

Then one evening, he came in alone. Dressed in a short-sleeved button-down, he spent most of his time in the produce section, picking out fruits and vegetables before disappearing between the aisles, where you didn’t see him again until he emerged at the check-out line — your check-out line.

Placing his groceries on the conveyor belt, you stood in disbelief, the nerves you thought you had long forgotten returning.

“Hello,” with a nod, the man greeted you, his eyes looking into yours as your cheeks grew warm.

“Hi! Did you find everything okay today?”

Overly peppy, you continued, tapping a button on the cash register before you began scanning his items, trying your best to appear calm.

“I did,” he said.

For a second, your eyes met as you glanced up at him, nodding in approval as you kept scanning.

The silence that followed was awkward. Well, it was for you, at least. Time seemed to slow while you worked, and halfway through, attempting to ease the feeling, you commented on his choice of milk — your face filling with a heavy heat as soon as the phrase left your lips.

“Mmm, oat milk,”

You’re not sure what response you were expecting, but all he did was exhale an amused huff and nod at you, taking out his wallet as he prepared to pay.

Great, he totally thinks you’re weird now, you thought. The next time he comes in, he’ll definitely go back to avoiding you.

Plus, surely he’s already got a girlfriend, right? Now that you’ve seen him up close, it’s proven just how attractive he is. Maybe next time he’ll come in with her. Maybe, you’ll even get to see them kiss.

But that never happened because he didn’t have a girlfriend. He either came in with his two friends or alone. And while he didn’t always go to your line, he frequented it more often. Over time, you even got less nervous when he appeared, and your interactions grew less stiff. You even learned his name — Aki. The two syllables felt like a dream leaving your lips. Along the line, you even found out about his profession. He was a devil hunter. Not uncommon, but dangerous. You’d known people who had joined Public Safety before, and although things didn't usually end well for them, you had to stop yourself from thinking of all the terrible possibilities this could mean. At least, this explained the formal clothing he sometimes wore.

Even your coworkers started noticing that things were different. Every time Aki came in, they’d tease you, asking things like, “So, when’s the wedding?” and “Have you hooked up yet?” Their questions were lighthearted, but you refused to answer — it was fun talking about the man you admired, but they didn’t need to know everything.

That is until, months later, after a series of secret rendezvous, one of them had seen you and Aki outside of work — at a table for two at a local restaurant, where he asked for a taste of your food, and you giggled, leaning in with a pair of chopsticks to fed him. But the light kiss that followed was what really caught their attention.

So the next day, your closest work buddies threw a lunchroom celebration, where despite their playful banter, they made sure to share how happy they were for you. Your oldest friend, who’s twice your age, even mentioned that she “Could tell he was a sweet one” and “Always knew he had a crush on you,”

Her words were the highlight of your day.

Sometimes you still can’t believe you're really with him. The two of you are similar in some ways. But in a lot of ways, you aren’t. Aki smokes, and you don’t — but that’s good, he tells you. Aki enjoys drinking beer, but you’ve never liked the taste. So you sip on water most of the time. But that’s great too, he says. In fact, he should be more like you, he insists. Aki has been in a relationship before. He’s had sex — shared his naked body with someone other than himself — And you haven’t. Not even close. All you’ve done is kiss. But you haven’t told him that.

And while you shouldn't feel shame for such a thing, you do. Like when you go to his apartment and spend the night eating cereal together, honey-flavored grains swimming in oat milk.

“Hey, let’s do the crossword puzzle on the back,” you say, dipping your spoon in for another bite.

If this were a different cereal box, the game on the back would probably already be done. However, lucky for you, Power and Denji — Aki’s roommates that you met sometime back at the grocery store — keep their hands off his boxes of “grandpa food,”

Grabbing a pen, Aki hands it to you, looking on as you begin to fill out the small square boxes, lifting a finger every so often so he can point out an answer. And when the puzzle is complete — and your bowls are empty, he washes them as you get ready for bed, changing into your pajamas to wait for him in the bedroom.

Being alone with him in here makes your heart race sometimes. Although the only thing the two of you have done in here is kiss, you can’t help but think of what will happen when you tell him that's all you've ever done.

It’s only happened once before, but one time things got heated. Clearly more experienced than you, Aki's kisses grew fervent, his lips moving against yours with ease. Like the love interest in a romance movie, he moved with such seduction, his tongue brushing against your bottom lip as his hands grazed the skin beneath your shirt. Your body grew hot, and for a second, you thought of letting him undress you, but instead, you gently pulled away — kissing one last time before you left to get a cup of water.

The memory makes you feel bad in a way. You should have just told him then, explained to Aki how you didn’t push him away because of what he did, but instead because you’re a nervous virgin. Or maybe you should tell him tonight — get it over with and…

“Did you already brush your teeth?”

But his question breaks you from the idea, and as you shake your head in response, you decide, maybe next time. Besides, brushing your teeth is more important anyway.

Four weeks later, you find yourself facing the decision again.

Your relationship with Aki has even reached a new milestone — you’ve said you love him. And with the faintest blush, Aki has said he loves you too.

In fact, he said it just moments ago before you kissed him — before you straddled him on his bed and began tasting his tongue. Slowly getting comfortable, you’ve started taking the lead with things like this now. It’s fun and exciting, yet, the idea of going further still makes you nervous.

It’s not like you don’t want to go further. You do, but you’re scared. Afraid that once you tell Aki, things won’t be the same, the flame will fizzle out, and he’ll leave you. Or even worse, he’ll use you for sex, and that’ll be the end of it — a cherry-popping dream come true.

“Hey, you okay?”

Caught on to how you’ve stopped and pulled away, he questions you, studying your expression as you refuse to make eye contact.

“Aki…” you mutter his name in quiet guilt, shifting about as you decide to rip off the proverbial band-aid, your heart pounding in your chest as you timidly confess, “I’m a virgin,”

“Huh?” caught off guard, his brows pull together as you remove yourself from his lap, your eyes growing glossy as panic sets in. If he laughs right now, then it’s over.

“I’ve never done anything, okay?” you hush, wiping away at your cheek.

You'll tell everyone at work that he's a jerk.

But Aki doesn't laugh. He doesn't chuckle; he doesn't even smirk. Instead, Aki thinks. He acknowledges your reactions — figures this information must have been weighing down on you for a while, and from what he can tell, you must be worried right now. And while to him, it’s no big deal, to you, it is. So in respect of your feelings, he does what he can to comfort you.

“That’s okay,” he gently speaks. “That doesn't change how I see you,” Hoping he’s not making things worse, he continues.

“Did you think it would?”

Peering up through dampened lashes, you nod. It’s embarrassing to admit, but it’s true. Before you got into a relationship with Aki, your lack of sex was never an issue — other than the fact that you’ve never been with another person, you did plenty of sexual exploring on your own. You’ve done things that not even your friends in two-year relationships had done, knew kinks by name, and even told them what kind of toys to bring into the bedroom. You know your body, and you know what you like. You’ve just never had anyone to share it with. Being vulnerable in such a way can be scary. And while no, you don’t have to say anything about it, you feel it’s best that you do.

“That’s why I wanted to tell you…before things went any further. I just need you to know. So, we can take things slow, okay?”

Shifting closer, Aki nods before wrapping his arms around you in a comforting hug, holding the back of your head as you press yourself against him, the scent of soap heavy on his skin.

“Don’t worry, it’s fine,” he whispers. “I don’t mind taking things slow,”

In his arms, you continue to listen, his acceptance putting you at ease.

“We don’t have to do anything until you’re ready. Until you want to, alright?

In response, you nod, silently agreeing before you pull back, peering up at Aki as you wipe your eyes.

“What if I only ever want to hold hands?” you mumble.

“Then we’ll only hold hands...and I’ll still love you,” smiling down, he assures you.

Aki only wants to make you happy, and although he can’t guarantee he'll never make you sad or worried, he can promise to never make you uncomfortable.

—

“So, got any plans for the weekend?” your coworker asks from beside you, adjusting a can of corn as you reorganize the shelves before closing time.

“Actually, I do,” you say, the lilt in your voice soft as you continue working. “Aki and I are going to a new gyoza restaurant tonight. It just opened up,”

“Ooh, a date, I see? And will you be feeding him again this time?”

You give your friend the side eye, and they chuckle, the memory of when they first saw you together causing you to laugh along.

“And what if I do? Are you gonna be there watching like last time,”

“Hey, I just happened to be there,” your friend holds their hands up in defense. “It’s not my fault I caught you kissing mister topknot,” they tease. “Besides, I’ve got my own boyfriend to feed tonight,”

“Oh yeah, how is your cat, by the way?” Humored by your joke, you smile, peering over at your friend as they shake their head with a chortle. The end of your shift flies by when the two of you are together, and before you know it, the grocery store is closed for the night.

Once back home, you call Aki to let him know. Telling him that after you shower and get ready, you’ll call him back so he can pick you up.

“Alright, see you soon then. Love you,”

“Love you too, bye,” his voice carries over before hanging up, the end of the call leaving you eager to be with him again.

An hour later, he’s knocking on your door, standing outside your apartment with joy in his eyes when you open up to greet him — two overnight bags in hand.

“You ready to go?” he asks, silently admiring your features.

“Yup,” you smile as he takes your bags for you. “I’m so ready to eat too. I’ve been dreaming of this gyoza all day!”

Heading to the car, he chuckles at your enthusiasm. It sounds like tonight he won’t be getting any of your leftovers. Guess he’ll just have to order extra.

—

Four plates of fried dumplings later, the two of you have had your fill, and with the bill paid, you head back to Aki’s apartment.

“Denji and Power are out, by the way.” he mentions while unlocking the door, “But they’ll be back tomorrow afternoon, so enjoy it while you can,”

“Hey, don’t be mean,” you giggle, “I like them,”

“Yeah, yeah…”

With the place so quiet, you and Aki fall into what feels like a sense of domestic bliss — the tv on in the background providing a bit of sound as you go about helping him rid his fridge of spoiled food. It’s something he does every weekend lest he discovers a container of leftovers growing mold.

After that, he puts a load of laundry into the wash while you make a cup of tea — the last time you came over, he had a flavor you had never tried. You thought it was good, so Aki made sure to get more.

The two of you even brush your teeth together, which is nice because the minty fresh flavor of it remains once you’ve settled in bed — your upper half pressing against his as you kiss. Over and over, until the short pecks turn into your tongue running across his bottom lip, teasing him before he opens up and accepts, his hands sliding down to rest on your waistband as you pull back to catch your breath.

“Aki,” his eyes watch your kiss-swollen lips whisper his name. The warmth of your fingers resting against his jaw as he lifts his gaze.

“Yeah?”

Suddenly aware that you’re on top of him, he removes his hands from your hips — the subtle movement is a sign that he’s being cautious, your comfort always at the forefront of his mind.

“You know, I still want to take things slow,” your heart rate speeds up as he keeps his eyes on you. “And I don’t think I’m ready to go all the way yet, but,”

Now Aki’s heart is racing. He’s almost positive that he knows what you’re going to say, and he’d be lying if he said the thought of pleasing you in any way doesn't get his body aching with desire.

“Can we try something?”

Your face blooms at the question, a sense of embarrassment washing over you as your boyfriend remains silent for a second, lips parting before he places his hands back on you and nods.

“Anything you want,” he murmurs.

And while it’s difficult to ask your first real boyfriend to finger you, you do it. You probably sound like a total dork, you think, but Aki thinks you sound cute — delicate, endearing, but not the least bit innocent as you softly ask, “Will you fuck me with your fingers, please?”

The phrase sounds so vulgarly sweet; Aki has never wanted to satisfy someone's desires as much as he does yours. With your words repeating in his mind, he nods, keeping an eye on you as you move off him, settling beside him instead.

Shifting onto his side, Aki leans in to kiss you, interlocking your fingers with his as he pulls back to ask, “Are you sure about this?”

He knows you’re the one who brought it up, but he still feels the need to ask.

Your lips curve into a gentle smile as you shake your head in response, “I’m positive,” you assure him.

Aki nods once more, bringing your entwined hands up to his lips to kiss your knuckles, one by one, until he lets go and places his hand on your hip, stroking your soft skin as you peer up at him.

Caught on by his hesitance, you pull him in for a heated kiss, reassuring him even further of your request with the tracing of your tongue against his lips — the wet muscle flicking against his as you glide your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, breathing out a moan while his hand travels further down, dipping into the waistband of your shorts.

“Can I?” he mumbles, thumb tracing against the fabric.

Agreeing, you shift your hips beneath him, allowing his hand to go all the way in, your lips parting in a shaky breath as his digits slide across the front of your panties, stopping just above your clit.

You’re glad you wore such a thin pair tonight, the friction of the lacy material already feels so good, and with each light circle Aki presses against you, you can feel the fabric dampen, knowing that soon, his touch will feel even better.

As he teases you, Aki is sure to gauge your reactions. He pays attention to your movements, focusing on bringing you nothing but pleasure. And when your hips grow more fervent, when your legs spread open further, he experiments with a few words.

“Oh, you’re all nice and wet for me. Aren't you?”

His voice is so low it’s impossible to hold back the moan in your throat. No one has ever said such a thing to you. But Aki can tell you like it. The way your clit twitches is enough to indicate that.

“Will you let me see?” he asks.

You’ve never felt so needy before, eagerly nodding before he kisses your nose and leans away, settling on his knees so he can undress you. You haven't been this nervous in a while — but it's a giddy nervous, and each of Aki’s tender movements helps ease you. He’s slow, gentle, and careful of where he touches you as he kisses the swell of your knee, peering up at you while he glides his hands up your thighs. Everything he does is with your desire in mind.

The veins in his hands flex while he grabs your hips, testing the waters once more as his fingers hook onto the sides of your panties — waiting for your permission.

Aki’s hands have always been nice to you, and as you shake your head in approval, you get lost in the vision of them, admiring how they look in this intimate moment as he undresses you, his long fingers pulling down your shorts and underwear until your core is exposed.

Flustered, your knees pull together as you catch him staring, his blue eyes focused on your sex as he swallows, his lips parting while he softly speaks, “You’re absolutely perfect,”

Your breath hitches, and he kisses your thigh before adjusting himself, moving up the mattress until he’s lying beside you. This position will be more comfortable, he decides. He can please you without his gaze being too overbearing, and the closeness of your lips will make it easier to kiss as he touches you. He’s committed to making this experience a good one for you.

“Are you feeling alright?” he asks, gliding a hand across your stomach.

Nodding, you lift the hem of your shirt, muttering out a quiet “yeah” as you pull it up to reveal your tits, your nipples pebbling from both the cool air and Aki’s stare. He silently curses at how good you are at teasing, leaning in to kiss you as his calloused hand moves up to knead the soft mounds of flesh. The stimulation has you moaning, bucking your hips into the air as his thumb and forefinger pinch the sensitive skin — the slickness between your thighs increasing by the second.

“Mm, Aki,” you mutter his name between kisses, your eyes heavy-lidded as you place your hand on his, guiding it down until it rests on your pelvis.

“I know, I know,” he hushes, “I want to touch you too, just gotta make sure it feels good for you,” he kisses your cheek and then finally; lets his fingers begin to explore.

They brush past the strip of pubic hair you shaved this afternoon, slowly making their way towards your pussy lips, where his fingers dip in to gather your slick as you spread your legs for him. Having Aki touch you like this feels like heaven, and you can feel the strings of your essence separating as you open up for him. His digits circles around your entrance a few times before trailing back up, stopping mid-stroke while he gently speaks, “Oh, you’ve got the cutest little clit I've ever seen,”

The sensitive nub throbs as he makes contact with it, a whine spilling from your throat while he languidly rubs it, his fingers returning to your slit before it becomes too much — if he had kept it up, you would have come in an instant, which isn't bad, but you enjoy the build-up.

Wetting his digits some more, Aki teases your entrance, kissing just below your ear as he quietly instructs you, “Just relax for me, okay?”

Nodding your head, you take a deep breath, staring down as he continues playing with your pussy, rubbing your slick folds up and down before slowly sliding his middle finger into you. The sensation has both of you gasping. Aki because you’re so tight and warm, and you because his fingers are so much bigger than yours. They’re thicker and longer, and as the discomfort melts he begins to move.

He sinks his digit all the way in before almost pulling out, repeating the movement a few times over as your half-lidded eyes grow wide, a breathy moan falling from your lips as you adjust to the feeling.

“You okay?” your boyfriend mumbles.

“Mmhm, your fingers are just…bigger than mine,”

Endeared with the comparison, he huffs out a laugh, kissing your lips while he sinks into you once again, swallowing your mewls of pleasure as he curls his finger this time, pressing against the swelled tissue of your g-spot. It’s like discovering the area for the first time all over again, and your brows pull together as your hips buck against his hand, your legs spreading further as you grab at your tits.

“That feel good?” Aki’s voice remains low, the sticky clicks of your cunt mixing in with the sound while you earnestly nod.

“Yeah…” you whimper, slack-jawed as you whimper on.“Yeah…I want more,” you plead, your lust-filled gaze meeting his while you desperately shift your hips.

You may not know it. You may not even be trying, but through each passing second, through each soft phrase, Aki grows more and more captivated in pleasing you — and knowing that he’ll soon be the reason behind your erotic gratification; has him happy to oblige.

He pumps his middle finger into you a few more times before he pulls it out, tracing along your clenching little pussy while he eases it back into you, his ring finger joining in this time as you breathlessly curse. His digits are so much thicker than yours, longer too. You think this feels good when you do it yourself, but having Aki finger you feels even better. Unrestricted as to how far your wrist can twist, this new angle allows you to feel things deeper, granting you a new level of satisfaction you could never give yourself.

When he feels your walls relax again, Aki begins building the movement of his fingers, pumping the two digits at a steadying pace as he kisses you, trailing his lips down your neck and across your chest. Grazing your nipple, his tongue laps at the bud as he curves his fingers, brushing against your sweet spot. In search of repetition, your hips jolt into his touch, your cunt clamping down as Aki adjusts himself, “Gonna go a little faster now, alright?” he says, sliding his body further down for better reach. Slick with arousal, you’re taken aback by how easily he’s able to speed up his digits, your head thrown back in a heady groan as your pleasure elevates to another height, the sticky sounds of your cunt growing as Aki works his wrist, his palm brushing against your clit every so often.

Cute and high-pitched, your whines are intoxicating to him, swallowing them up between kisses while his fingers stroke your walls.

Your heavy lids make it difficult to keep your eyes open, but even in your lust-filled daze, you make it a priority to drop your chin and take a peek, to watch as your boyfriend fucks you with his fingers. So wet from your pussy, his hand glistens before you, your face flooding with warmth as you whimper his name, “Ah-Aki, Aki,”

You’re close; you can feel it — building up with every thrust of his fingers — with every graze of his heavy palm against your clit. Your skin is heating up, and your hips are jerking, grinding against him in search of more. Just a bit more of that pressure, and you’ll be falling past the edge.

Observant, Aki catches the way your swollen bud twitches and quickens his pace, rapidly pumping his fingers as you clench around him, the sloppy sound mixing in with your cries of ecstasy as he pushes all the way in, his palm grazing your clit as his fingers curl into the spot that has you keening. Repeating the motion, he watches your brows pull together as you shift your stare, meeting his gaze before he presses his forehead against yours. The fading mint of his breath fanning across your lips while he whispers, “You gonna cum for me?”

Your breath hitches as he pushes the heel of his hand towards you, the calloused skin rubbing against your sensitive nub while you press your knees together, trapping his hand in place while your brows crease, urgently nodding your head in admission.

“Yeah?” Aki gives his own little nod while continuing to work his fingers, hitting the spongy spot in the back of your cunt as you struggle to speak.

“Y-yes, yes fuck, please, ohh –” your words cut off into a drawn-out sob, your stomach clenching as you squeeze your thighs together, your body twitching while you dissolve into pleasure with Aki for the very first time — the reality of it all making your walls tighten around his digits even harder, soaking them in your essence as he works you through orgasm.

The sensation has Aki’s mouth falling open, feeling your pussy squeeze his fingers as you curve into his touch, keening through the incredible high while you melt into him. Your shattered breaths catch on the tip of his tongue as he kisses you, tangling his wet muscle with yours — swallowing the moans that escape you.

“Feels good, doesn't it?” Aki whispers against your lips as your clit throbs, his palm pushing down on the swollen nub, causing you to twitch in place while your climax begins to fade. As you relax, his fingers slow their pace, your body slumping into his as your heavy breaths grow steady, your half-lidded eyes catching sight of his digits pulling out of you.

You sigh as they leave you, your cunt squeezing around nothing as you hear your boyfriend mutter out a quiet “Fuck…” — Enamored with how you leak for him, how you’ve coated his thick digits in the creamy white of your pussy. How you’ve allowed him to share such an experience with you.

“You’re perfect, you know that?” he says as you lie back. The endearment has you lazily smiling, his lips pressing against the damp skin of your forehead.

“So perfect,” he repeats between kisses, tilting your chin to peck your lips.

A dreamy haze surrounds him as he stares down at you — your lower half still exposed as you peer into those beautiful cerulean eyes of his, thoughtlessly murmuring out loud, “So, do I have to give you a handjob now?”

The enchanting clouds dissipate as you realize what you've said, the apples of your cheeks growing warm as Aki's face goes blank — a tinge of regret traveling down your spine for even asking the question.

“Well, do you want to?” He calmly replies as you continue to look up at him, searching his gaze while you swallow the words caught in your throat. As much as you desire Aki — as much as you want to have him fall apart because of you; you’re not ready. At least, not tonight.

Prepared to see disappointment spread across his features, you silently shake your head, declining with a nodded no. But to your relief, Aki responds with an affirming smile.

“Then no, you don’t have to,” he says, “We can save that for some other time,”

“Are you sure?”

Kissing the top of your head, he nods, pulling back to assure you once again, “I’m positive,” he replies.

Not until you're ready.

— please do not modify or repost my work

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A/N: Aki is so boyfriend :') he's got such nice hands too Heheh, thanks for reading! If you enjoyed this, let me know! Kind comments are always appreciated ♡♡♡

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#aki hayakawa x reader #chainsaw man x reader #csm x reader #hayakawa aki x reader #aki hayakawa smut #csm smut #aki x reader #☁️csm #💗aki #🌹smutty stuff #m.writes #mp

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mya-valentine · 24 days ago

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Glad to see that you are back!

Now, Can I have headcanons for The League with a very short (4’9) s/o?… Who’s also very petite in build, (like very skinny and has thin arms and legs?)

Headcanon: The League of Villains with a Petite S/O

Shigaraki

Shigaraki has a bit of a playful streak when it comes to your size. He’ll often call you “little thing” or “tiny” and make fun of how much shorter you are than him. He enjoys seeing your reactions, especially if you get all flustered about it.

Though he hides it behind his rough exterior, Shigaraki is surprisingly protective of you. He may not outwardly express concern, but if you’re ever in danger, he’s the first to react, often dragging you out of harm’s way.

When you’re feeling tired or when he's being particularly lazy, Shigaraki loves to scoop you up without a second thought. Your size makes it easy for him to hold you against his chest, and he enjoys the closeness.

Shigaraki’s chaotic personality means he’s always looking out for you, even if in his own detached, lazy way. You’re like a quiet anchor for him in all the madness.

Kurogiri

Kurogiri is very mindful of how delicate you are. He’s careful when he interacts with you, always making sure not to overwhelm you. He might even adjust the pace of his movements when you’re with him.

When you’re exhausted, Kurogiri will often surround you with his mist-like fog and lift you gently, making sure you’re comfortable while you rest. He’ll use his portals to transport you safely or to get you away from danger without you even having to ask.

His calm demeanor might make it seem like he’s indifferent, but deep down, he’s protective. He’ll make sure you’re always safe, often keeping a watchful eye on you when you’re in public.

While not overtly affectionate, Kurogiri does enjoy subtle gestures, like offering his arm when walking with you or giving you a small, reassuring smile when he’s proud of you.

Dabi

Dabi loves teasing you about your size, calling you "adorable" or "small fry," but there’s an underlying possessiveness. He doesn’t like seeing anyone else make you feel insecure about your height or frame.

Dabi is the type to want you curled up in his lap or in his arms. He finds comfort in having you close to him and enjoys the fact that your small size makes it easy for him to wrap his arms around you.

While he’s not the type to show his concern outright, Dabi is deeply protective of you. If anyone dares to challenge you or make fun of your size, he’s quick to step in, throwing a fiery glare in their direction.

He might not be big on grand gestures, but he’ll surprise you with little gifts or just a rare soft side when you’re around. He enjoys making sure you're comfortable in his presence.

Twice

Twice absolutely adores how small and cute you are. He’ll often scoop you up in excitement, sometimes holding you above his head just to show off how tiny you are compared to him.

He gets easily worried about you, always fearing that you might get hurt because of your small stature. If he sees you look even slightly upset, he’ll try to fix it immediately by doting on you or taking you away from any danger.

Twice can’t stop showering you with compliments about how cute you are. He might even do silly things like pretend to be your bodyguard or superhero to protect you from anything he deems "threatening."

He’s super touchy, always holding your hand, hugging you, or snuggling up to you. He loves that you’re so small that he can envelop you in his arms.

Toga

Toga thinks you’re so cute, she’s practically obsessed with how small and delicate you are. She’ll constantly want to dress you up in cute outfits and ask to try out different hairstyles on you.

She loves picking you up and holding you like you’re her own personal doll. She’ll twirl you around or carry you around like it’s the most natural thing in the world, loving the way you fit perfectly in her arms.

Toga gets a bit possessive when it comes to you. If someone else gets too close, she might act out or even challenge them with her usual chaotic energy. She wants you all to herself, and she’ll make sure you know it.

Toga is always getting you little things she finds cute or "perfect" for you, whether it’s a new outfit, a small accessory, or even something a little weird (but cute to her), like a stuffed animal.

Mr. Compress

Mr. Compress is very considerate about your size. He always makes sure you’re comfortable and tries to keep you safe, even in dangerous situations. He’s the type to offer his arm to guide you or pull you into a more protected space if things get chaotic.

He’s the kind of person to surprise you with a thoughtful gesture—like showing up with a small gift or offering to make you a drink. He enjoys the more refined, gentle side of relationships.

He might hold your hand or lightly rest a hand on your shoulder when speaking to you, a gentle touch that shows his care without being overwhelming.

He’ll occasionally tease you about being so small, but he always follows it up with something affectionate, like calling you "his little gem" or "delicate treasure."

Spinner

Spinner finds your small size fascinating. He admires how you're able to hold your own despite being so small, and it makes him want to protect you even more.

While he tries to maintain a tough exterior, his soft side comes out around you. He’s always checking in to make sure you’re okay, even if you don’t think you need help.

He’s not as touchy as some of the others, but Spinner enjoys offering his jacket if it’s cold or placing a hand on your back to guide you when moving through crowds or dangerous areas.

Spinner enjoys helping you with things, whether it’s carrying something for you or just offering his assistance. He’s the type to want to be of use, especially when it comes to looking out for you.

Masterlist

#mha #mha kurogiri #mha dabi #mha spinner #mha shigaraki #mha twice #mha toga #mha mr compress #kurogiri x reader #dabi x reader #spinner x reader #shigaraki x reader #twice x reader #toga x reader #mr compress x reader #bnha dabi #toga himiko #bnha shigaraki

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ghcstao3 · 11 months ago

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Pirates!Ghoap au (I can't stop thinking about it - or about any other au but this one is so dear to me)

Hope you have a nice day ☺️

sort of inspired by the jack sparrow and angelica scene in potc stranger tides. because that is where my mind goes when Pirates

Ghost has spent many years cultivating his reputation as a revered, feared pirate, and for just as long he's had several people try to challenge that. Try to challenge him. Of course, they never succeed in such endeavours, but this is much different. This is a first.

No one has ever tried to impersonate him before.

His crew had just made port in one of their more frequent haunts, having barely gotten the chance to step foot on land before an old acquaintance is greeting Ghost with surprise—everyone thought he had already arrived, had already been drinking and picking off the idiots trying to fight him. Had already been spreading rumours of his next voyage; a teasing invitation, a dare for anyone to follow.

But obviously, such is not the case. It can't be, when Ghost is here, fresh off his ship, standing among the few men and women in this world that he trusts—not an ale nor scrap in sight.

So, rightfully confused, Ghost orders his crew to hang back while he investigates, and puts an end to whatever charade this may be.

Despite the piece of skull that obscures the lower half of Ghost's face—all part of his reputation, mostly, and he's glad to have it spark debate on whether or not the skull is real, and whether or not he's human—it's relatively easy to go undetected as he makes his way through the port village, his presence entirely unnoticed as he slips into the tavern that caters most to his... profession.

And just as it's not difficult to sneak around, it isn't hard to spot his impersonator; they're the centre of attention at the tavern tonight, and though Ghost can commend the guts it takes to attempt such an act, he's honestly offended that so many people believed it was really him.

Though, with as drunk as the crowd is, and if he squints just enough, Ghost supposes he could see how the mistake was made. Even still, Ghost isn't particularly pleased with the situation.

He hovers at the sidelines, melting into the shadows as he waits for the fake "Ghost" to catch his eye.

Ghost knows the moment they do, when he watches as they utter some excuse and make their leave. Ghost only follows with his eyes, at first, before deciding to push away from the wall, skirting along the edges of the crowd toward to the door the fake "Ghost" had exited through.

It leads to the back alley wedged between other buildings and darkened cobblestone streets. It reeks of refuse, and it's to no surprise of Ghost's own when moments after the door shuts behind him, the point of a cutlass is threatening his jugular.

He doesn't flinch, only shifts his gaze disinterestedly toward the owner of the sabre.

"Don't think you have much of a right to be doing that," Ghost drawls.

His imitator doesn't move for a long moment, cutlass held steady at Ghost's throat. Even in the dim light, Ghost can tell their eyes are blue, and suddenly he's again offended that this disguise was actually passed off as him.

Then the sword is finally lowered and sheathed. The fake's own tricorne and mask are removed (the skull is fake, Ghost thinks, no question about it), revealing a hideous hairstyle and a charming, shark-like grin.

"Was hopin' I might eventually get to meet the real Ghost," the man says, his voice tinged with genuine excitement.

Ghost... hadn't expected that.

"How long have you been doing this for?" Ghost demands, now irritated more than anything.

The man shrugs carelessly, casually, not in the slightest bit deterred. "Not long enough to damage your reputation, if that's what you're worried about. If anything, I've strengthened your reputation," he insists. Then he's offering his hand out to Ghost. "I'm John, by the way."

Ghost barely spares the gesture a glance. "I don't care. Why?"

John at least has the decency to act sheepish this time. "I had a proposition for you. Needed to get your attention somehow."

Ghost raises an eyebrow. His hand instinctually drifts to the pommel of his own sword. "And?"

John's gaze flickers to the movement and he hesitates, but only minutely. He then lifts his chin and rolls back his shoulders, and Ghost can almost see how John could have the gall to pull off the charade he had for who knows how long. "I want to join your cr—"

"No."

John scowls. "I wasn't finished," he snaps. "I want to join your crew. And if you let me, I can get you to that fountain of youth I hear you've been searching for. I swear it."

It's Ghost's turn to frown beneath his mask. Why would John want to help him for the measly reward of sailing with Ghost and his shipmates? Sure, some have called it an honour—but in exchange for guidance to a reward so mythical? There must be a catch. It doesn't make sense otherwise.

Ghost narrows his eyes, fingers curling around the pommel. "How can I trust you to make good on that promise?"

That toothy grin reappears, more mischievous in nature than Ghost is comfortable with. It warns him of trouble.

"S'pose there's only one way to find out," John muses. "Otherwise I might just continue what I've been doing. Maybe hitch a ride to another island, pretend to be you some more. Hurt everything you've built up. I've fooled enough people so far."

It takes a lot of restraint not to pull out his sword, and fight John right in the alleyway. But the man's right, as deranged as he may be—it's either bring him along, or continue on a fruitless journey to a place that may not even exist.

He doesn't want to accept the deal, but he can't afford to have John ruining his life's work, either.

With great reluctance, Ghost agrees to let John join his crew—he figures it should only be temporary, at best.

"I find out you're lying, I'll gut you," Ghost hisses, only once it's been settled. "I've yet to see a man capable of swimming with his intestines hanging out. Maybe you'd be a first."

John's grin transforms into something else, something Ghost can't quite place.

He hums. "Maybe. But I don't plan on finding out," John says. He nudges Ghost away from the tavern's back door before pushing it open, gesturing his arm out as if beckoning the pirate to enter. Then in a lowered voice, a tone Ghost isn't quite sure how to feel about, John purrs, "Captain."

Ghost is already beginning to think he had made the wrong choice.

#ask #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soapghost #ghostsoap #ghost x soap #ghoap #alternate universe #writing

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qwerty019283ytrewq · 2 months ago

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Parental custod

✨️Imagine✨️

Max rolls his eyes when he sees Jack making his way towards him during the drivers parade.

Don't get him wrong. He's glad that there are so many rookies on the starting grid, but he would trade them all for one particular person. It doesn't help that Jack looks too much like Daniel, with his accent, a little hairstyle, and a big nose. The wrong nose, the wrong hair, the wrong Australian that Max wants to spend time with.

"Hi Max!" says Jack, with too much enthusiasm and an awkward smile. "You...Listen, I'm sorry to bother you, but could you help me?"

He looks like Max is his only and last option. He could have turned to anyone. Lewis would have helped him for sure, and so would Fernando, but Jack came to Max. Max sighs, apparently not so well hiding his fatigue and unwillingness to help the Australian because Jack's facial expressions change. Now he looks like a scared kid in a mall who turned to a security because he got lost.

"Ya...I didn't want to bother you, but... Daniel doesn't answer my calls, and it seems that I write to him too much..."

Yes, he really is a lost child... a child whose "father" did not come to his first competition. Max's thoughts go back to the days when he himself followed Daniel, looking for every opportunity to talk to him, touch him. He was teased, called a "duckling," but Max was too blinded by this sunny man to somehow protect himself from attacks.

"How can I help you?"

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Max returns to his room after the race. He collapsed on the sofa and hoped to sit in silence for a couple of minutes before having to return to the circus, but the silence was broken by the ringing of his phone. After seeing the caller's name, he can't ignore it.

"Your 'son'..." - Max puts emphasis on the word 'son' - "...the whole parade of drivers terrorized me." He says before Daniel has time to greet him.

"Come on, you look cute in all these photos," Max hears him smirking, but there's something else to it. Max doesn't give himself time to think about it. "And judging by the comments, you're his "dad." Have you called Seb yet? Did he give you a couple of tips for a novice grid dad? I'm sure he knows a couple of great places that serve the best ice cream after a crappy race."

Max blames fatigue after the race and jet lag for his next words.

"We could share custody of Jack, you know? In the end, yes, he has your nose, but the hair is definitely mine."

There is a silence that Max dreamed of, but which he now hates. He hears Daniel's short laugh, wants to know what's in his head right now, hates not hearing him, hates not seeing him most of all.

"Um...you know...such issues are worth discussing personally. Maybe...Maybe you'll come to my farm and we'll... distribute our parental responsibilities?"

"Just buy a normal beer, I won't drink that donkey urine anymore."

"Come on, it can't be worse than sweaty champagne from a shoe."

#daniel ricciardo #max verstappen #max/daniel #maxiel #mv1 #dr3 #somebody write this please #rookie on tumblr

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caitmayart · 9 months ago

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omg i cant believe i stumbled across your blog!!! ive been going crazy over the art this season and now i can thank you for it!!!!

ive been rotating lucy frostblade in my brain. you did such a good job on her. i love how her vitiligo is reminiscent of frostbite and how her hairstyle is not only similar to historical styles from cold climates but also, because of the way she winds the braids into buns, looks like frost swirling on a windowpane!

the agueforts making out with each other was GREAT and youve really captured his energy in all your art of him

thank you for the teachers. especially zara and antiope. im gay.

on the topic of the teachers, the way you drew the mist around the rogue teacher is really cool! i love how from a distance she seemingly disappears into it! you mustve done a LOT of work on character designs and it SHOWS

sorry if youve gotten this question a lot, but what program do you use? im trying to get back into digital art after a long break and am looking for one that works for me!

Hi hi hello! Thank you! 1. Thank you so much!! I adore my girl Lucy, I'm so glad she's had such a warm reception from fans ♥ 2. Bahaha thank youuuuuuuu I had too much fun with that part. 3. YOU'RE SO WELCOME! 4. Thank you! I was kinda going with the stylistic choices the previous artist made regarding ghosts, and I'm also a fan of swirly ectoplasm bubbles :) 5. All good - I use Clip Studio Paint! I highly recommend it, since you can get the FULL program on ipad as well as pc, rather than the parsed-down version of photoshop adobe threw at us. Thank you for brightening my day! ♥

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ippipo · 3 months ago

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Only Me with You

Shoko Ieiri x Reader

Masterlist | Part 1

What does it mean to like someone to the dead end where you realise that there's no way out? Shoko didn't know until she reconnected with you after 4 years. You were friends from kindergarten, inseparable and attached to the hip. You left to pursue higher studies in Europe, and you came back to settle in Tokyo, a place you held close to your heart.

Shoko missed you, as a friend. It wasn't until 8th grade when she realized she liked girls, not because of you, but because when a guy proposed to her, all she felt was indifference and slight disgust at the thought of dating a boy. She liked you, at one point in senior year, but you left shortly after and those feelings were buried and kept away, with hopes of vanishing.

Now, you were back, and Shoko couldn't help but feel butterflies when she saw you. You changed a lot from before. You were no longer the kid on crack, as they called you in high school. You were more mature, still playful, more flirty, very.......fuckable in her eyes. You changed your hairstyle from the cute bob you had when you left to Europe to a shoulder-length hair, slightly lower though. It looked pretty.

"Hey, Ieiri!" You exclaimed with the same enthusiasm, like in high-school. "Hey, Y/N." Shoko greeted you back with a gentle smile. "Do you want to meet my best friends?" Shoko asked, wanting to introduce you to two of her favourite people in the world, aside from you, of course. Your bright smile faltered for a mili-second, which didn't go unnoticed by Shoko.

She chose not to comment on it, but she knew you might have felt replaced. "I'm glad to see you after so long." She states. She slithered her arm around your waist and pulled you into a hug. Your heart skipped a beat at the action, your face heated up and your stomach was doing somersaults, but you paid no mind to your reaction. You assumed it was because you were embarrassed after meeting for a long time, and Shoko looked different so a lot had changed.

It was partially true, her hair grew longer too. She had eyebags. You remembered the time you used to study together, just so you could watch over her in case she refuses to sleep. You used to hug her tightly to make sure she doesn't get up in the middle of the night to study more. 'You never learn, will you?' You thought to yourself, chuckling internally. "Yeah, let's meet your friends." You said, trying not to sound jealous.

She grabbed your hand, another small action that left you unable to pay attention to anything else. In truth, she was just as nervous, slapping herself internally for being so bold, as if she never harboured any feelings for you before. "They're excited to see you." She says with a smile. You smiled and squeezed her hand to show her you felt the same. You did not, you wanted Shoko to be your friend only, a tiny selfish thought. But you were a teeny-tiny bit excited to see what was new in her life.

"Ieiri!" A white-haired lanky man called out from a distance, waving his hand in the air like a child excited to see his friend at school. "That's Satoru, the one beside him is Suguru." She introduces them as you approach them. "Heya, you're the famous Y/N, huh?" Suguru smirks as he utters those words. He knew about Shoko's little crush on you. Shoko glared at him from the side of her eye.

"Yes, I am!" You shoot him a wide smile, unable to contain the excitement of seeing Shoko's attractive friends. "Hi, princess! I'm Gojo Satoru, the father of your children," the white haired man winks at you. You blush and bow, not knowing how to react to the flirt. Shoko feels a twinge of jealousy but shrugs it away. Satoru was always like that, it's not new. "I'm Y/N. Ieiri's best friend." You introduce yourself, locking arms with her, but quickly retracting it when you realised it might've come off as defensive.

"Let's go, I know a café nearby that you might like." Suguru says, a giddy feeling washes over him as he watches Shoko's eyes never leaving you. He slaps Satoru's shoulder while you both walk in the front. "Ow! What did I do?" Satoru whimpers in pain. Suguru doesn't reply as they trudge along behind you and Shoko.

"Ieiri, look, this is where that nerdy boy confessed to you. Do you remember?" You point towards the convenience store where you both used to buy popsicles from. Suguru snorts. "At a convenience store? Really?" You snicker at his remark. "Yeah, he even bought her strawberry milk and chocolate, only to get brutally rejected. She didn't even acknowledge him!"

Shoko was glad how quickly you got along with her friends. She was worried you might not like them. However, she didn't like the way Satoru was eyeing you the entire time. He chose to sit right next to you. "Yeah, he was so done with it. He even tried to take my car away." You were giggling at Satoru's stories, something she didn't like at all. Suguru nudged her shoulder with his. "This is equally annoying to watch for me too." He whispers to her. She sighed and drank her coffee while talking once a while.

While you were walking back to Shoko's, your hand brushed against her, sending electrifying waves into both your bodies. You stiffened in embarrassment at the way your body was reacting. "You know....Satoru seems to have a thing for you." She mentions, testing the waters, not knowing whether it would hurt her or not. "He's really attractive." You state. A pang in her heart was all she felt. She forced a smile and you both walked in silence.

At her apartment, you were comfortably seated on her couch, the bliss of the fluffiness was beyond your senses. You moaned as you stretched your back, hands high in the air. Your shirt rode up to show your soft skin underneath. Shoko's breath hitched as she couldn't bring herself to not stare. This would've been so much easier if not for her stupid attraction towards you.

She wanted to make a hickey on your hips, not sure why that thought even came up. 'Calm down, Ieiri, since when were you such a horndog?' She slapped herself internally. "Come here, my goochie." You spoke in a baby-ish tone, like you did in high-school. She complied with your demand and snuggled up next to you, taking a whiff of your scent and immediately regretting it.

You cuddled with her while scrolling through your phone. Shoko couldn't help but stare at your features. Your baby fat was gone and your features were more defined. Your side-burns brought out a soft feminine glow. You even had your eyebrows done. You looked pretty. Not that you didn't before. But you both were adults now. And her thoughts were running wild.

Her eyes trailed down to your collarbone. You would look so pretty with love bites all over your neck and shoulders. Maybe a little lo- no, she mustn't. "What if...we kissed?" She wonders out loudly. "Who?" You question obliviously. "No one," she sighs and snuggles more into your neck. "I missed you," she mumbles into your nape. "Me too, dookie," you smile.

"GUYS, LOOK!" A loud obnoxious voice tears through your ears making you both cringe at the noise. The door slams open and you flinch. "Ew, they're having sex, Sugu." Satoru points at the both of you with a playful expression, earning a smack. "Sorry to intrude but we brought dinner," the other gorgeous man walks in with a few boxes in hand. "That smells so good," you moan in delight.

"Sugu, she's moaning!" Satoru exclaims with a mischievous grin. "I beg you, please stop," Shoko throws a pillow at him which he skillfully dodges, while you were busy burying your head behind her in embarrassment. But Shoko wasn't innocent either. She was thinking the same thing in her head, except, with some explicit imagery.

"Y/N, sweetheart, sit next to me." Satoru pats the chair next to him as he settles down at the dining table. Shoko rolls her eyes at the nickname he gives you. "Sorry, but I'm sitting next to my bookie," you decline the tempting offer, wanting to spend more time next to your best friend. Satoru pouts in dismay, but immediately brightens up when Suguru sits next to him. "Why don't you sit on my lap, Sugu?" He wiggles his eyebrows like a pervert.

Shoko raises an eyebrows at the pair, noticing how Suguru blushed and slapped him again. The four of you finish eating and talk for a while, until it was time for the guys to leave. You bid them goodbye while Shoko cleaned the table. You closed the door and sneaked up behind her, snaking your arms around her waist. "Hi, wifey," you say lovingly. Shoko's cheeks heat up at the contact, but continues cleaning anyway after acknowledging your presence.

It was time for bed and you both did your skincare together, even taking some selfies to post on your Instagram. You suddenly get a call from an unknown number. "Who is this?" You ask politely. "It's me, darling," the familiar white-haired man spoke from the other line. "Oh, hey, what's up?" You ask while running your hand through Shoko's hair. "Let's go on a date," he suggests, shutting you up immediately. After a moment of silence, you decided. "Sure, why not?" You replied.

"I'll pick you up at 8 pm, wear something cute, mwah." And he hung up. "Satoru asked me out on a date!" You exclaimed in excitement. "Woah, woah, slow down. What?" Shoko asks in shock, sitting up straight. "Satoru asked m-" "Isn't it too early?" She interrupts you. "I mean, you guys just met and barely know anything about each other, isn't it too early to go out on a date?" She continues. "It wouldn't hurt to try it out. Plus, if it doesn't work out, we can always just go back to being friends." You say it in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Whatever." Shoko shrugs and dismissively walks to her bed. "Are you mad at me?" You ask. Something in you wanted her to stop you. She groans in her sheets and ignores you. Too tired to argue, you plop yourself next to her. When you tried to cuddle with her, she pushed you away. You did it anyway, and she loved it anyway.

The next day, Satoru took you to a puppy café. He brought you flowers too. You felt giddy because it had been a long time since you went on a date, and he was making the wait worth it. "The puppies were so adorable!" You squealed while sniffing the subtle scent emitted by the flowers. "These are lovely, 'toru, thanks a lot." You locked your arm with his. "Glad to know, wifey." He winked at you, making you blush.

"Do I qualify for a second date?" He asks as he comes to halt to face you and pulls you closer by the waist. "Do you?" You playfully question back. "It seems like little miss enjoyed it, so why not?" He booped your nose making you giggle. "The only problem is that Ieiri thinks it's too early to go on a date with you. But you can assume you're already qualified for a third too, pretty boy." You boop his nose back with yours.

"You think I'm pretty?" He asks with a boyish smirk, teasing you by pinching the side of your waist making you yelp and laugh at the same time. "Maybe." You wrap your arms around his neck. He brings his face closer to yours. "Then you wouldn't mind my pretty face being this close to yours, would you?" He whispers. "I surely wouldn't." Your eyes linger on his lips for a moment. He leans forward, connecting your lips together in a gentle kiss.

The kiss lasted longer than you'd expect, except, the both of you wanted it to go on forever. "You're beautiful." Satoru says while sliding his hand up and down your waist where he pinched you. "You more." You caress his face. "Thanks for the date, 'toru." You peck him before you go back to Shoko's

But there was a lingering feeling of guilt between you both. As if you just betrayed someone, or yourself. When Satoru went to his apartment, he saw his best friend waiting for him. "Hey, man, what's up?" He greets him. Suguru notices the lipstick on his lips. "Did you put on makeup or what?" He asks. "I went on a date with Y/N," the taller man grins. Suguru's heart drops to his stomach. He forces out a chuckle. "Good job scoring." He pats the other's back.

Meanwhile, Shoko was typing down on her laptop when you came home. She wanted to distract herself from facing you. But, when you entered her room, she noticed how your lipstick was smudged, just a tad bit. Although she was upset at first, her stress made her extra horny. All she could imagine was kissing you till your lips were red and swollen. She should've been the one to smudge your lipstick. It did hurt, but what could a girl do?

One date led to another, Satoru and you were close to making it official. No one else was happy about it except you two. Shoko and Suguru were convinced that this was all too soon, and too much for them to bear. The two of you were acting lovey-dovey when the group hung out together. It was painful.

Something about the way Shoko and Suguru talking together all the time made your mood sour. You didn't like the way Suguru whispered into Shoko's ear. The way he was patting her back with such gentleness, only you could do that. But you were supposed to be dating Satoru. Then why were you envious? It confused you.

It was a cold night and you were wrapped in the sheets with Shoko. You were watching Heartstopper with her. She suddenly paused it, making you whine. "Let's take a break, it's not healthy to watch the screen for so long." She explained. "Nooo, Imogen's lesbo arc screen time just began," you whine again, trying to convince her not to leave you miserably like that. It wasn't until a few seconds later when she didn't reply that you turned to her, realising how close her face was to you.

Your breathing fastened and your heart rate was accelerated. She leaned closer, unknowingly, but stopped herself. Your eyes lingered over her lips as your breath mixed together. She smelled like vanilla husk, it was faint, not too strong like the weird men's cologne that Satoru has on all the time. You wanted her to inch closer. "I'll make more hot chocolate," she abruptly leaves. You lay there staring at the ceiling wondering what just happened.

In the other room, Shoko's hand was on her chest, tightly clutching her shirt in her fist. Your lips looked so delicious, she could've kissed you till you passed out. But this was wrong. You were dating her best friend. But she liked you first. Maybe you were straight. But it's not fair, he didn't even know her as long as she knew you. He still made the first move unlike her. She caught a hold of herself and went back to the room with hot chocolate.

Later that night, she was on a call with Suguru. "I don't know what to do, man," she sighs into the phone. "It sucks, Sho, they're always together and he comes back everyday with lipstick all over his face," the man complains. "You're on call with Suguru?" Your voice from near the doorframe interrupts them. "Yeah, why?" She asks in confusion. "If you were dating someone, you would tell me right?" You settle yourself next to her on the bed.

"Did she just imply us dating?" Suguru, on the other line, bursts out laughing. Shoko chuckles making you raise an eyebrow. "What's so funny?" You ask in an accusatory tone. "Nothing, just Sugu," she replies casually. Your brows knit together in frustration, annoyed that she wasn't taking you seriously. "No, it's just that you're on a call with him every night before bed. I was just wondering if something was going on between you two."

"What's it to you anyway?" Shoko snaps unintentionally. "Yikes," Suguru remarks. "I'll call you later," she says and cuts the call. "Is it so bad to know whether you're dating someone or not?" You ask in annoyance. "No, but-" "Whatever." You say and leave the room, similar to what she said last time.

"Can you stop acting like that?" Shoko trails behind you, not wanting to let the issue go unresolved. "Like what? I didn't just snap at my best friend for a simple question," you reply. "I'm sorry about that," she apologizes and tries to end the argument. "No, you know what? I hate this. You're always giggling with him when we all hangout and he's so close to you. It's like you never wanna be with me at all. I get that he's also your best friend but what about me? Am I not enough for you?" You spew out.

"Don't you fucking get angry at me." She warns, not liking the way you spoke to her. You were close to taking back what you said, but you didn't want to back down. "Have you seen how annoying it is when you and Satoru keep acting all mushy in front of us?" She retaliates. "That's not related to this," you say. "It is. It fucking is. You're being unreasonable here. Hypocritical even."

You couldn't argue anymore. You knew she was right. But sometimes, even adults act immature. "But I feel like you're hiding something from me. I'm upset because we're supposed to tell each other everything," you drag it out more. "Grow up, Y/N. We're not kids anymore, we can be friends while having secrets too." Shoko argues back.

"So you are hiding something." You state with suspicion. "That's not even the point! It doesn't concern you what I'm hiding." She tries to reason with you. "Fuck you!" You shout at her. "Don't fucking talk to me with that tone." She suddenly pins you against the wall with a dark look in her eyes. This wasn't the calm, composed, unbothered girl you knew. This was someone else.

Your breath hitches at the action. She grits her teeth as she grips your hands tighter. "Wh-wha-" "You wanna know what I'm hiding so badly? Then here you go, this is what it is." She smashes her lips onto yours, forcing her tongue inside your mouth to explore the wet cavern. Her teeth graze against your lower lip harshly. You let out a whine unintentionally, making the both of you stiffen up. A sudden realisation hits her, making her pull away from you.

"I'll sleep in the guest room tonight." She says and leaves abruptly.

#shoko ieiri #shoko x reader #shoko ieri x reader #jjk angst #jjk fluff #jjk smut #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo fluff #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #jjk #gojo smut #satosugu

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icycoldninja · 7 months ago

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Here’s something hilarious 😆

Can I please request headcanons for Dante and Vergil thinking they’re dating the same girl but it turns out they’re dating identical twins?

Oh no, disaster incoming lol

Dante + Vergil x Twin Readers headcannons

-Dante and Vergil both started seeing these really hot girls at the same time, for which they were glad. They both bragged to each other about how sexy their girlfriends were, when Vergil noticed one day that the girl Dante was describing having dated sounded oddly like the girl he was dating.

-Quite suspicious, Vergil began questioning Dante and asking very specific questions about his girlfriend's appearance, making Dante very concerned. Just what the heck was his deal?

-Both brothers go home wary of each other, doubts and misunderstandings already beginning to form in each other's minds.

-The next day, Dante decides to take his girl on a date at the exact same time Vergil decides to pop in for a visit, and possibly more interrogating. As he rounded the curb, he saw Dante and a girl that looked suspiciously like his girlfriend.

-Jealousy overcoming him, the devil hunter shrunk back against the wall and began to follow the two, now sure his girlfriend was cheating on him with his brother.

-Unfortunately, Dante and the girl entered a very crowded shop, making it impossible for Vergil to continue following them. He was quite upset and debated calling you to confront you, when to his surprise, you called him first.

-When he picked up, he was shocked to hear what sounded like water running, meaning you were in the shower. But how could that be? He just saw you!

-He then decided he must be seeing things and that Dante's girlfriend must just have a similar hairstyle and similar clothing as yours, and he was jumping to conclusions. Shaking his head, he went over to your house, where sure enough, you'd just gotten out of the shower. We shall not discuss what happened next.

-Dante, meanwhile, noticed his girlfriend was always busy on her phone and never let him peek over her shoulder. Highly sus behavior right there. He would have downright asked, but what if she was cheating? She'd know he was onto her and delete all the evidence. No, he'd do this the sneaky way.

-He spied on his girlfriend for a while, but nothing too incriminating happened. She just messed around on her phone for a while, turned it off, got up to do stuff, then came back, rinse and repeat.

-The whole day passed and nothing happened, so Dante was forced to let it go for now. His girlfriend left for her home, and that was that.

-Both brothers were very disturbed and were unable to sleep. Of course, because of sibling rivalry, neither Vergil nor Dante thought to contact each other--they were sure they could handle all this on their own.

-The next day, Vergil's girlfriend left early in the afternoon and refused to tell him where she was going. Dante's girl did the same. Both Sparda twins, now even more concerned, followed their girlfriends out to a small cafe, unaware they were about to run into each other.

-The boys got to the cafe before the girls and ran into each other at the entrance. Now throughly pissed, each believed the other had seduced his girlfriend and was now waiting for her at the cafe.

-"What the hell, Verg?! You're stealing my girl?!"

"What foolishness are you rambling about now, Dante? It is you who has stolen my soon-to-be wife."

"What?! Did you have a stroke no one told me about?! I'd never try to take your girlfriend away from you!"

"You wouldn't?"

"No! Come on man, you know I'm better than that."

"And I am far superior to you and all who associate with you."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means I would not interfere with your relationship as there is no need to."

"Oh."

-After that lame exchange, the twins turned around only to find another set of twins staring back at then. The tension and shock in the air was palpable. Before them were two girls, dressed exactly alike, same nose, same hair, same eyes, same everything.

-Dante immediately started jumping around laughing while Vergil froze and turned into a statue from the waist down. This whole thing was a massive misunderstanding, he realizes now. No one was being unfaithful--the bros were dating twin sisters!

-The girls explained they were setting this up to surprise the two with their twin sister-ness, which worked way better than they ever expected. Many pictures were taken, and at the end of the day, neither of the brothers could tell who was who.

-Let the confusing twin games begin! Though Dante and Vergil can't trick others since they act so differently, you girls can trick them no problem.

-One time you switched places when they weren't looking and when they came back, they ended up walking off with each other's girlfriend.

-Vergil was very upset about this, but Dante found it hysterical.

-Don't worry, eventually, the Spardas will find a way to distinguish you two, be it through your mannerisms or another way.

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msfbgraves · 24 days ago

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God bless KK Legends for styling Ralph so very nicely. His hair is thick and fluffy instead of that severe and flat CK hairstyle. HIS CLOTHES ARE NOT FUCK*NG BLUE!!!! He is wearing flattering colors that compliment his skin tone. He looks younger than ever! He is absolutely cute and charming and sweet and THIS IS THE DANIEL THAT WE KNOW AND LOVE. Our totally loveable, pretty, kind-hearted boy!

FUCK the CK writers for treating this angel so poorly for so long. AND FOR PUTTING HIM IN SUCH UGLY BLUES!! Give this olive-skinned, good-looking guy jewel tones and earthy colors!

Never forget, never forgive!

Can't speak for the film, of course, but at least the trailer feels like: "this one's for Daniel." Because Cobra Kai never was even though they literally would not have had a fourth and fifth season without him, or a sixth, because no Sekai Taikai without Terry. I'm being overly dramatic now, but I feel like that trailer alone pulled Daniel out of some toxic relationship we've had to watch him suffer through. Three seconds with Jackie Chan and Ben Wong showing the character genuine respect and some positive styling and everything about Cobra Kai feels extra enraging. Like some asshole boyfriend saying: "You'll never do better than me, so be thankful for what you get, bitch." And that numbness that comes with it. "Maybe they're right. Maybe this is all I'm worth. I try, but I must not be good enough." And here is Jackie Chan with one simple line: "I came here for you", and Ben with one deeply respectful bow - not even Robby's weird tantrum or Demetri's "Can we skip this", no, a simple "Thank you for taking time for me", and it feels like the world saying: "No, you're beautiful and worth it and always were."

Look I'm glad Ralph doesn't seem to mind however poorly his character was treated, as he's fine with working with these three bullies again, but I feel like, for the briefest of moments, the character was done justice, and maybe I can choose to view the three films and this one without ever having to reference Cobra Kai. I mean, YES!!! still for Silverusso, but this constant focus on Daniel's darkest impulses it came with, even that can be tiring. Sure, OK, boy has a Murder Switch, but how he lives is kind and warm and respectful and I love, too, that maybe they offer him a way back into all the depth and warmth of what Miyagi gave him inside himself, without having Miyagi present. Because it seems hinted that even NYC will play a role, so Daniel's American roots will be an asset, something Miyagi didn't have. He can finally make it his, the way Miyagi also said he would: "One day, you teach karate your way", without that meaning the value of the tradition he pulls from is in any way diminished. Shimpo Miyagi took what he learnt from China and made it Okinawan, Nariyoshi Miyagi brought it to America and Daniel-san took it and made that his, another branch on the tree. Finally letting him evolve it, and himself, past his dependence on his sensei.

It's possible the film can't deliver all that but the roots are all there in the trailer and I'd love for Daniel to create and teach his own style because I simply feel it's richer where Johnny's style lacks depth. It's not tang soo do, and when left to be the sole sensei in S6 part 2, he had remarkably little insight to offer other than: "don't hold back." And I also love the potential of Mr Han telling Daniel, "Sensei, you have something our tradition doesn't, please teach us."

#karate kid legends #daniel larusso #ck negativity

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0verthemo0n · 1 month ago

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The Jackal Head

Warning: angst, Monk ramattra, before he began the liberation, death, omnics racism i guess. The reader is not mentioned in this one, but soon. This is the tekhartha brothers x reader.

Chapter 1: Shambali

In the Shambali monetary

"Master Mondatta, are you certain about going alone..." a deep robotic voice spoke before stepping out the shadow. A tall humanoid omnic with orange robes clothing similar to every omnic monk in the monastery, his cables attached to his head similar to long hairstyles.

The tall omnic looking down at pale omnic that is known to be Master Mondatta. His master is similar to every omnic, but his robes were white like snow, maching th his robotic body.

His master slowly turned around, his hand behind his back, and looked up at his student. If his faceplate could make an expression it be a genuine smile.

"Brother Ramattra, I'm glad you care for my safety, but I'm certain I can do this on my own..." Master Mondatta replied, his voice was much quieter but soothing enough to calm the tall omnic name Ramattra.

"Something bothers you, brother." Master Mondatta spoke again, noticing Ramattra hand grip his own staff tightly. Ramattra looks away, trying to find the right words.

"... do you remember Uzzik..." Ramattra answered, his voice low almost, remembering that night. Master Mondatta looked, remembering the young omnic.

Uzzik was the youngest omnic in the Monastery but went missing after sneaking to the village to grab some supplies for monastery.

After many months of trying to find Uzzik, one of the villagers found Uzzik. Unfortunately, they only found Uzzik body parts deep in a lake. Their faceplate was cracked, but the rest of their body was nothing but scraps.

It was heartbreaking and disturbing for the monks to move on. Ramattra didn't stop until he found the monster that dismantled the young omnic.

none of the monks knew what Ramattra had done to the culprit till this day.

Mondatta slowly looks back up to Ramattra, placing a hand on his arm, trying to distract Ramattra from the past.

"I understand. You're afraid of losing us, losing more from the world we live in, but i promise you... I'll be safe..." Ramattra stayed silent. He knew Mondatta was trying to reassure him, but he can't lose him. He can't lose any more brothers omnics to the hatred, violence.

"Master Mondatta, i appreciate your understanding, but i can't let you go on your own, not after what happened to Uzzik... please let me accompany you to the village, i promise i won't try cause trouble like last time..." Ramattra asked his Master. As Mondatta thought about it, he hated to reject his own student.

Mondatta does need help with the truck that got stuck in the village... again. He sighs in defeat.

"Well... We do need help with the truck again" Mondatta answered, putting his hand behind his back.

"Again... does the old man always get it stuck?" Ramattra spoke. He didn't sound angry but unamused. It was always the old man truck.

"We can't blame him. It's always snowing..." Mondatta replies back. He knows the old man can no longer move like he used to, he wonders if the old man is doing alright.

#overwatch #overwatch ramattra #ramattra overwatch #ramattra ow #ramattra #ramattra x reader #ow #ramattra x you #overwatch zenyatta #zenyatta overwatch #zenyatta x you #zenyatta x reader #Mondatta x reader #Mondatta x you #overwatch x reader #overwatch x you

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fizzing-imagines · 2 years ago

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Ponytails | Gareth Emerson x Girly! Cheerleader! Reader

Notes: I love this couple idc. But I promise that something else with Gareth is coming 🫶

Warnings: Some brief sexual innuendos

Words: 1.2k

"Gareth?" He could hear his little sisters footsteps running upstairs. The two of them just came home from cheerleading practice, and were apparently very excited to tell him what happened today. "Gaaareth!" The younger one of the two didn't even knock, just burst open his door with a wide grin on her face. Both were still in their uniforms, bows in their high ponytails, as they jumped on his bed. "What did I tell you about privacy.", he said while sitting up. Lucky him he didn't call you yet - that would've been a disaster. Gareth didn't tell his family about your relationship by now. "This is more important than privacy!", the older one of the two exclaimed. "The seniors helped us today!" Now he was even happier that he didn't call you. He knows you're a senior at the Hawkins Ghosts cheerleading team. "One of them, uhm...Ginny, what was her name again?" The younger one was at a loss. "(Y/N).", she replied with a grin. "Yes, (Y/N)! She was so nice, she even did our hair!" They both turned their head so he could see the ponytails you did for them. Now, he didn't know much about hairstyles but he could tell that there was no hair left behind in those ponytails. "And she helped me with my backhandspring! I can do one now!" Ginny was wiggling her arms in excitement as Georgia, the younger one, was lightly jumping up-and-down her bed. "Can you come to practice next time, pleeease?" Georgia had the perfect puppy dog eyes, and she knew that that was how she got things from Gareth. How could he not cave in? "Fine. If you give me some privacy now." They both nodded and left his room without shutting the door. With a lightly annoyed huff, he got up and shut it before grabbing the phone on his nightstand.

"You got some really motivated sisters.", you said a few minutes into the call. Gareth chuckled, knowing how his sisters were. "I know right. They were really excited about you in particular.", he said with a grin on his face. You couldn't see it, but you knew it was there. "Maybe it's time to finally tell them about us.", you said. Gareth has told you before that he was nervous about introducing you. Not only because he was scared since you were his first girlfriend, but also because of all the what if's. What if his family didn't like you? What if they thought you two weren't a good match? What if they thought you deserved better than him? But the first question seemed to be eradicated, seeing how excited his sisters were about you. "Are you at the mini practice next week?"

You were. The coaches gave the okay once you said that you loved helping the mini team and would like to help out again. But it was also part of you and Gareths plan to finally introduce you. You waited for them in the parking lot, being leaned against your car while playing with your keychain. It was a black and white bow, the same colours as the Hawkins Ghosts uniform. You arrived way too early at practice, only the coaches cars being in the parking lot with you. After 15 more minutes, more cars pulled in, filled with the young cheerleaders. You recognised Gareths family car as it was the biggest one to arrive. As they got out, Ginny and Georgia immediately recognised you from last weeks practice. "(Y/N)!", they yelled with excitement in their voices as they ran over. "Are you helping us again today?" You crouched down to their eye level with a smile on their face. "I am. Should I do your ponytails again?" They nodded their heads in anticipation. Gareth and his parents now came over as well. "You must be (Y/N).", their mother said, smiling as well. "We've heard all about you." You got back up. "I'm glad I made such a good impression.", you said, then looked over at your boyfriend. He knew he had to say it now. "Well, uhm, I actually have something to say.", he started. "I've known (Y/N) for a while, and...she's actually been my girlfriend for a month." His two younger sisters started grinning. "Can you come over every day then?", Ginny asked. She was so hopeful. "Maybe not every day, but some days.", you said to her with a smile. Gareths parents didn't look shocked, more surprised at his statement. But it all made sense in the end: He had more sleepovers, was on the phone for hours and was overall happier. "We should've figured.", Gareths father said to his wife. She nodded her head in agreement. "We would love to host dinner then.", she said to you with a smile. "You don't happen to have time today?" This went so much better than Gareth expected. "It sounds lovely.", you replied before turning back to Gareths sisters. "Right, now to the locker room. I've got hair to do."

Dinner went great. Afterwards, Gareths mother even asked you how to do a ponytail the way you do it for Ginny and Georgia. Of course you showed her with your two willing participants. His dad was amazed on how much you knew about cars when you told him how you fix your family members cars and tuned your own car regularly. Overall, you made an amazing impression on his entire family. They let you sleep over for the night after letting your parents know. Gareth was buzzing to fall asleep next to you in his own bed for the first time, even though he's done it at your place countless of times. But his bed was smaller than yours - more reason to cuddle. And you did just that.

"Wait, if I just- no, now my foot is hanging out." You were trying your best not to fully lay down on Gareth. "Maybe- no, doesn't work." As much as he loves you, he's gotten slightly annoyed at how you were climbing over him at this point. "Come here, princess.", he finally said while pulling you on his chest. His legs made a slight opening for you to rest your legs between his while your head rested on his chest. "See, all good." His right hand started petting your head carefully while his left arm was draped around your waist. "What if you stop breathing and die while we're asleep now?", you asked. This was a legitimate fear of yours. "You're tiny, that won't happen." He gave you a reassuring smile before kissing the top of your head. You made a "Hmm" sound while getting comfortable on top of him. No matter your size, he'll always say you're smaller than him. "Besides, you said the same when you sat on my face and I didn't die." You slapped his shoulder in a joking manner "Gareth!" Your head shot up whole giving him a stern look, but he just laughed. "You know I'm right." Gareth gave you a peck on your lips before lightly pushing your head back down on his chest. "You're a tease.", you complained once you had your head rested again. "I'm not, princess. I'd be a tease if I'd finger you under the covers and didn't let you-" You put your hands over his mouth. "Good night, Gareth." You huffed as you pulled the blanket over the two of you. He chuckled, kissed the top of your head once again and squeezed you tightly once.

"Good night, princess."

#gareth stranger things #gareth emerson x reader #gareth emerson #gareth emerson fluff

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zeezelweazel · 2 years ago

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Please bless us with more lottienat x reader 🥹

Yellowjackets| Being in a relationship with Lottienat|

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I'm so glad you asked cuz I love lottienat

Also I didn't know if this was supposed to be regarding nsfw or not soooo

TW: NSFW themes ahead

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SFW Headcanons:

You and Lottie were in a relationship first. When Lottie signed up for the football team she met Natalie. For a long time she was just staring from afar and through the team they got closer.

Natalie had a crush on Lottie but was heartbroken when she found out Lottie had a girlfriend. It all worked out in the end with you and Lottie making sure Nat knows she's loved.

If you're in the team you bet you'll spend all of your training sessions together. Nat and Lottie would just goof around the entire time so it's up to you to get them serious. If you aren't in the team they'll still try to teach you how to play. Nat would get constantly scolded by Lottie because she laughs when you trip over your feet and mess up a shot.

You and Nat are obsessed with Lottie's hair. Que long as hours of gossiping with you and Nat playing with her hair putting it up in all sorts of styles. Lottie always shows up to school the next day with that hairstyle.

Lottie loves spoiling you both. She's rich af and even if Natalie refuses to accept most of her gifts she keeps giving out things to you. Also Lottie offers up her house for sleepovers. If any of you are having trouble at home it would be a win win situation. You sleep in a safe house and Lottie has company.

Speaking of, you guys are the only people Natalie talked to about her dad and how he passed. Lottie also tells you about the visions and the medication that she has to take.

NSFW Headcanons:

I'd like to think that since Lottie bottoms and Natalie is a top then a switch would be the best for them.

Your favourite position is Lottie sitting on your face as Natalie fucks you with her strap. Lottie wildly bucking her hips atop your face head thrown back and eyes shut as she keeps moaning, high and loud. You're struggling to jeep your own moans at bey in order to keep pleasuring Lottie because you know Natalie will stop if you don't make Lot come.

Speaking of her strap there are days when you and Lottie have to fight for that thing.

Natalie loves degrading you, if it's something you like of course, but Lottie specifically. Lottie and Nat tease eachother in public a lot but behind closed doors Lottie can only whimper and clench her thighs when Natalie calls her a little bitch.

Lottie is a little bitch though, especially when it comes to pleasing you. She's falling down to her knees with her big brown eyes looking at up you. She's begging to get a taste of you.

When you get to top, Nat and you have a field trip. You love tying her to the bed and starting a make out session right in front of her. Just to tease her and hear her breathing get heavier. Looking at her from the corner of your eyes and she's so desperate and wet already.

When you finally get to fucking Lottie the both of you are so full of list that you feast on her like beasts. Lottie has a ton shit of hickeys she can't even hide the next day.

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#wlw #female reader #yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets imagine #lottie x reader #smut #lottienat #lottie matthews #lottie matthews x reader #natalie scatorccio x reader #lottie x natalie #natalie scatorccio #natalie x reader

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littlest-w01f · 6 months ago

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Flowers

Cassian x Evelyn (my oc, Tamlin's sister) (See Evie here)

For @cassianappreciationweek

Cassian week 2024 Masterlist

Day 2: Hair

Summary: Cassian lets Evelyn have a go at his hair to have a matching hairstyle to their family dinner.

Cw: Shameless flirty Cassian

Evelyn sat at her vanity table in her room in the Riverhouse, setting up some combs and oils, waiting for Cassian to knock on her door so that she could do his hair.

A soft knock echoed through the quiet house as Cassian stood outside Evelyn's bedroom door, anticipation swirling within him like the wind in the treetops. He wore only a pair of loose pants that hung low on his hips, leaving his muscular torso bare. The warm glow of the moonlight cast shadows over his chiselled abs and broad shoulders, highlighting the ink etched into his skin.

He'd spent hours in the garden earlier that day, sitting alongside Evelyn when she had asked, he was surprised at the fact that she could make it so her flowers didn't get him itchy and clog his nose. The earthy scent still lingered on his skin, mingling with the sweet aroma of the lavender soap he'd used to wash away the sweat from his training. His black hair was messily tied half up in a bun, strands escaping to fall onto his forehead.

Cassian knocked against the wooden door again, his knuckles echoing in the silence. Wings flexed slightly as he stood in the halls, waiting on her.

Evelyn opened the door and rolled her eyes at Cassian leaning on the door, smirking, "Of course you would come here shirtless..." She smiled at the gentle shrug of Cassian's shoulders, "You better hope Rhys isn't around. He gets very jealous you know."

Cassian chuckled softly, his deep voice rumbling through his chest. "Ah, Evelyn, Princess Spring... always with a line of suitors for her." His smirk widened as he pushed off the door, stepping into the room. "You're right though, it wouldn't be wise to cross paths with your other suitor tonight."

Evelyn scoffed lightly, "I don't have 'sutors'." She made quotation marks with her fingers at the word.

"Oh really?" Cassian raised his brows, "Let's see, Lucien... Rhysand... Tarquin... Of course, me... And-"

"Fine you make your point. Now shush." Evelyn cuts him off, pulling him inside.

Cassian chuckled softly, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. He moved to stand in front of Evelyn's mirror, giving her a full view of his muscular body.

"Oh, don't worry," he said, running a hand through his unruly hair, "Rhys is currently out with Azriel on business. They won't be back until late tonight." His eyes met hers in the reflection of the mirror, a playful glint evident in their depths. "So we have all the time in the world for you to enjoy my beautiful body, Evie."

Evelyn snorted at his words, but smiled at their little idea, Cassian had finally agreed to let Evelyn style his hair, letting her have a go at him, simply wanting to piss Rhysand off when he saw them.

Without warning, he turned to face Evelyn fully, arms folded across his chest as he studied her intently. His gaze slid down her form appreciatively before returning to meet hers once more. "You're looking particularly lovely tonight, Evie." He sat down in her chair, his wing curled around him to give her more space to work with.

Evelyn blushed under his compliment, she was wearing a simple green dress, but Cassian seemed to appreciate it. "Well, thank you. You aren't too shabby yourself."

She reached for the comb, getting to work on his hair, starting by undoing his messy bun and running her fingers through his thick locks, letting them cascade down his back, checking for knots.

"I'm just glad you finally let me touch your hair," Evelyn joked as she started combing up from his ends.

Cassian leaned forward, bracing his hands on either side of the vanity, giving Evelyn ample space to work around him. The sight of his muscular back, decorated with intricate tattoos, was a feast for the eyes. A slight pride swelled in his chest as he felt her gaze trailing over him.

"I must say, I've been looking forward to this," he admitted, turning his head to look at her over his shoulder. His hazel eyes held a teasing sparkle. "It's been quite a while since anyone has tended to my hair."

"Look forward!" Evelyn laughed softly, turning his head, "Well, considering how often you get your hair done, I'm surprised you haven't asked before."

Evelyn gave a soft chuckle as Cassian sat fully relaxed in the seat, feeling a sense of accomplishment as she started braiding his hair. "Don't get too comfortable there, General. This isn't going to take all night."

But even as she spoke, she couldn't hide the affectionate smile playing on her lips. She admired how well he took care of himself and especially appreciated his willingness to indulge her whims, specifically when it came to his appearance.

Cassian closed his eyes as Evelyn ran the comb through his hair, a sigh of contentment slipping past his lips. "You know I've never been one to seek attention, Evie. It's always been you who initiates these little games."

"Sure," Evelyn rolled her eyes, knowing it wasn't true. "I'm all over you."

He tilted his head to give her better access to the nape of his neck, his muscles rippling beneath his skin. Her gentle touch sent pleasant shivers coursing down his spine, causing him to lean back further into her ministrations.

"And besides," He added with a teasing lilt to his voice, "I didn't want to spoil the surprise for Rhys. I'm sure he'll be quite… Displeased when he sees us later tonight. Might even try to kill me."

"You really think Rhys will be so jealous over something as trivial as matching hairstyles?" Evelyn smiled softly, focusing on making little braids in his hair.

Cassian chuckled, the rich sound vibrating through his chest. "Oh, I don't know about trivial, Evie. But Rhysie does have a rather possessive streak when it comes to you."

His gaze drifted over to where she was working from the mirror, watching her deft fingers weave through his hair with an artist's precision. The sight was oddly comforting, soothing the restless energy that often bubbled beneath his surface.

"And besides," he added with a playful wink, "it's not every day that I allow someone else to style my hair. I believe it's high time Rhysie learns that he's not the only one who can steal your breath away."

"Oh, Cassian..." Evelyn's voice dripped with sarcasm, "You take my breath away so fast that I die... Sometimes."

Cassian chuckled, the rich sound echoing in the quiet room. "Oh, Evie," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "You're always so good at playing coy."

He turned to face her fully, folding his arms across his bare chest as he studied her intently, half braids a mess on his head. His gaze dropped down to her lips, lingering there for a moment before meeting her eyes once more.

"But I suppose it's part of what makes you so charming." Leaning closer, he brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. "And it certainly doesn't hurt that you're absolutely stunning."

Evelyn tugged at his hair forcefully, making him turn again with a yelp, as she turned the braids, making flowers out of them to match hers, "Shut it..." She whispered.

"Don't tell me you're upset because I'm too charming," he teased, shooting her a mischievous glance. "I promise to be less irresistible if it means I can continue to see those beautiful green eyes of yours."

"How can a male be so shameless?" Evelyn snorts softly, "Is it the Illyrian in you?"

Cassian merely flashed a smug grin at her, the arrogance in his bearing undeniable. There was something about being around Evelyn that managed to bring out an even more insufferably cocky side.

Cassian shrugged, a lazy grin spreading across his lips. "Perhaps it's a bit of both. But I'd like to think it's mostly due to my inherent charm."

He watched her closely as she continued to style his hair, enjoying the way her fingers danced through his locks. There was something undeniably pampering about having another person tend to him like this.

As Evelyn pinned the last section of his hair in place, Cassian turned to study their reflection in the mirror. A pleased hum rumbled in his chest as he saw the two of them side by side, hairstyles matching even if hers was longer.

"Well," he mused, reaching up to feel the softness of his own hair against his fingers. "I must admit, Evie. Your handiwork is rather impressive. And it seems we make quite the striking pair."

Turning away from the mirror, he offered her a playful wink. "Now, shall we make our grand entrance? Or do you plan to keep me sitting here all night, admiring myself?"

"Put some clothes on first," Evelyn rolled her eyes pulling him off her chair, she squealed as Cassian lifted her up, twirling her around.

Cassian laughed softly, pecking her cheek as he set her down, "Fine... Fine."

As he stepped out of her room and into the corridor, he slipped his hand into hers, weaving their fingers together effortlessly. His grip was firm yet gentle, just like everything else about him, giving her a gentle squeeze.

"If Rhys beats you up, I'm not helping you." Cassian laughed heartily at Evelyn's words.

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