#hawks x reader lemon

[crazyotakugal]

Soaring Hearts

Part 5:

Soaring Realizations

Author’s Note: I am sooooo sorry y’all! 😭🙏 I know there hasn’t been any updates for a very long time and then I had issues when I tried to upload it the other day. 🤦‍♀️😮‍💨 However, it’s FINALLY here!! 🎉🎊 I REALLY hope y’all enjoy it and I promise that there’ll be more sooner than this last time! It’s just so much messed up stuff happened in real life that I wasn’t able to do anything/kinda depressed too! Also…

HAPPY TURKEY DAY!! 🦃

MINORS DON’T INTERACT!! Rated MA!!

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You woke up sometime in the middle of the night to Hawks lightly snoring next to you. Arm loosely draped around your waist. It was still dark outside so you slowly tippy toed to the bathroom. When you got back, you picked up your phone to check your messages. Fuyumi had messaged you a few hours ago asking if you’d be staying out again.

*’Hey girl, I’m ok. Yes, I’ll be staying out, but I’ll message you in the morning.’*

“Hmm, who are you texting?” A pair of arms wrapped around your waist making you jump.

Hawks nuzzles your neck, placing light kisses against your skin. You grip your phone tightly and take a composition breath. Your body already betraying your brain causing you to forget how to talk for a moment.

“Just telling Fuyumi I’m ok,” you set your phone down and place a kiss on his forehead.

That innocent gesture just gives Hawks the invitation he was looking for and before you realize it, your back is pressed against the bed and his tongue is exploring the depths of your mouth. Both your wrists pinned over your head and he gazes down at your flushed face. You were still completely naked from your love making earlier, your lovely breasts hypnotically heaving with excitement. He smirked at the dozens of hickeys that he left on your neck, shoulders, and chest. He knew you’d be upset later at him for that later, so he’d admire his handy work now. He licked his lips looking at the hard pebbles of your nipples, knowing how sweet they tasted.

As he studied you underneath him, you couldn’t help but do the same. His handsome face was flushed and his eyes dark with need. His wings partly spread out behind his back. You wondered if they were sensitive at all to touch. Dirty things ran through your mind as you looked up at the adonis of a man. You could feel the heat between your thighs start to grow warmer and you subconsciously squirmed underneath him. A devious smirk crept onto his face as he leaned down and started kissing and licking the sensitive parts of your neck again. You gasped, your body still ultra sensitive from your previous activities.

“What’s on your mind, love?” Hawks whispers into your ear fanning the already burning fire in your loins.

“Haw…Keigo…” You whimper out, not wanting to say what’s on your mind.

“Hmmm?” He tilts his head slightly to the side with the devilish grin still on his face.

He starts to place light kisses all over your body. Your neck. Your shoulders. Your chest purposefully missing your nipples. Slowly down your abdomen. Your heart skips a beat as he nuzzles your belly. Placing more light kisses around your navel. Ever so slowly lower. You’re practically soaking when Hawks spreads your legs open. He places light kisses on the inside of your left thigh all the way down your ankles then starts at your right ankle kissing his way back upwards. He then places the lightest kisses ever on your soaked folds.

“Fuck…you’re already *dripping * for me down here!” His voice so deep you barely recognized it.

Before you could reply, Hawks gently started lapping at your soaking cunt making you squeal. He let out a low growl as his tongue dove deeper inwards grazing your over sensitive bud. You could feel your legs already start to shake in his hands as continued to devour you. His tongue leaving no crevice undiscovered. You could feel your peak already getting close. Hawks tongue swirling at your entrance, giving a few teasing pokes then sucking on your clit sent you over the edge. The knot in your belly snapped and you came practically screaming his name, but he didn’t stop even when you came down from your high.

“Ke…Keigo! Pl…please! Too much!” You manage to sob out, but he didn’t seem to hear or care. He kept going.

Hawks was utterly lost in your taste. He could taste himself and something in his brain snapped as he lapped your combined juices from between your legs. Somewhere in his brain, he registered that you had came, but he didn’t want to stop eating you out. Even when you cried it was too much or when you started tugging on his hair. He was way too engrossed in your favor to cease what he was doing. He wanted to taste *all* of you. He spread your legs as wide as they could go and slid his hungry tongue deep into your spasming hole worming its way as deep as he could. You started to cry louder and kick your legs, squirming uncontrollably.

“KEI! Please stop! I’m gonna…” You cry out as your whole body was wracked with the most mind numbing orgasm yet. Your juices shooting all over Hawks face, chest, and onto his sheets.

It was then that the pro hero decided you’d had enough and came up from between your trembling legs. He licked the juices he could from himself as you laid there, a shaking mess. Your arm covering your face in embarrassment. You couldn’t believe you squirted! You’d never done that before ever in your life. You thought that was just something in porn movies. You felt the weight shift on the bed and peaked from under your arm to see Hawks grinning down at you ear from ear.

“Damn, love, that was so fucking *sexy*! You made such a lovely mess,” He had this dark, predatory look in his eyes still.

You let out a surprised yelp as you were repositioned onto the winged hero’s lap. His cock was already hard and leaking precum from the swollen tip. It was heavy against your inner thigh as Hawks brought your lips down to his for a searing kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue as it explored the depths of your mouth. His calloused hands hungrily groping your breasts. You grasp his shoulders to steady yourself against his onslaught.

“Now, y/n, I want you to be a good girl and ride me,” he gives you a kiss on your neck, his voice getting slightly huskier, ���I’d *really * love that from my little sparrow.”

Your mouth goes dry and your mind goes blank. You just merely nod and position your trembling body over his. He lets out a slight hiss as you grab the base of his swollen cock and slowly sink yourself down. Even though he’s had you over and over, you’re still so tight as he slowly stretches you full. You let out little sobs of bliss as he deliciously fills you up all the way to your cervix, digging little crescents into his shoulders when he’s finally bottomed out inside you.

“Keigo…so full!” You gasp out as you give a few experimentally motions of your hips. Your head tossed back in utter pleasure as you gradually start to gain your clumsy rhythm.

“Fuck, y/n! You feel soooo good, love!” Hawks grits his teeth as he tries to let you set the tempo, but you’re inexperienced and the movements are a bit slow. However, it still feels amazing despite that and he could be patient with you for a little bit longer.

You, though, were already at your limit. Your thighs were burning and your hips sore from earlier, but you couldn’t stop your hips from moving. It just felt too good to stop. You could already feel the knot in your stomach starting to tighten and the lewd noises that filled the room spurred you on even more. Hawks hands settled on your hips and his golden hair clinging to his forehead from the sweat forming on his brow. Without warning, Hawks hips shot up and his tip hits that right spot inside you, then again, and again. He must be getting impatient with your slow pace. You look at his face; his eyes a shot tight, brow knitted, and he had his bottom lip between his teeth.

You couldn’t help it and started bursting out laughing which caused the pro hero under you to come to a dead stop. He peered at you with the most comical “what-the-fuck” face which really didn’t help you stop laughing. You didn’t know what came over you.

“Haha…I’m sorry! But that face you were…haha…making…! I’m sorry!,” You tried to take a few deep breaths to stop the giggles coming out of your mouth.

When you finally did stop, you peered up at Hawks to see the most terrifying predatory look in his eyes. It was the look that made you feel like a little cotton tail stuck in the sights of a predator. You felt goose bumps all run over your skin when Hawks slowly licks his lips and he gives your hips a hard squeeze. A loud cry fell from your lips when his hips shot up hard into you, causing your toes to curl. A few more expert thrusts upwards had you babbling mess on his lap already close to coming undone. His lips smashed over yours as he continued to pound into your clenching hole.

“ ‘M cumming! Ahh haaa! KEIGO!” You sob as you ride out your climax. Hawks had the biggest shit eating grin on his face as he watched you cum.

He didn’t even bother to pull out of you before he flipped you over on your back. Making you whimper from over sensitivity from just cumming. Hawks pinned both your wrists to the bed with two of his feathers as he used his arms to keep from crushing you. A third feather made its way downwards and settled on your clit making your whole body jump.

“Wha…Wait! Keigo! I just came! I can’t…AHHHH!” You were cut off by the vibrations he sent into the feather stimulating your clit.

If you could think a coherent thought at this point, you’d feel bad if he’d had any neighbors because you were practically screaming as Hawks started thrusting into into again. The sensation made you forget how to breathe for a moment because it was too overwhelming. His cock was buried as deep as it could go inside you that every time he pushed himself back inside he kept kissing the entrance to your womb and the feather working your poor clit was only driving you crazier.

“Ha…What was that about my face, love?” Hawks grunted as he fucked you stupid, “You should see yours! But I ain’t laughing, it’s amazing! So freaking sexy losing your mind for me like that!”

He bit his lip hard as he fought back spilling his load as You clamped down on his dick when you came. Your legs shook hard as you arched your back off the bed chanting his name over and over again. Hawks burned that image of you into his brain. A withering, bawling mess all because of him. He smirked as he watched you try to break your wrists free of his feathers whimpering as he continued to thrust into you without mercy.

“Kei…Pl…please! Too…ahhh…much! Oh gawd! Keigo please!” Tears falling down your lovely cheeks as you begged him to let up, but he wasn’t done just yet.

Hawks could feel himself so close, he knew it wouldn’t be long especially how you were spasming around his cock like that. He let out an almost feral growl as he felt his own release quickly approaching but not before drawing one more from you. This was your punishment for laughing at him after all. You were sobbing, crying his name as he pounded you into oblivion. The feather on your swollen clit moving faster in time with his thrusts bringing you closer and closer to yet another orgasm. Hawks practically howled, unable to fight it any longer, as he shot his load deep inside you sending you over the edge at the same time. Hot thick ropes of cum filling you to the brim all over again as you rode out your high.

Hawks finally sets you free of his feathers and presses his forehead on yours as you both struggle to catch your breath. His wings coming around you, cradling you, as if caging you both from the outside world. You wrap your arms loosely around his neck and you hear him give an approving hum.

“As much as I’d love to lay here. We probably should get into the bath and eat something,” Hawks smiles down at you, “Wouldn’t want ‘cha to pass out because of me. I think your uncle would barbecue me for sure!”

You let out a weak laugh as Hawks gets up and makes his way to the bathroom. Missing his warmth, you snuggle under the blanket, waiting for the bath to be ready. The scent of both of you mixed together oddly comforted you and made you feel embarrassed. Thinking about your time with Hawks was honestly the happiest you’ve been in awhile not including the really potent sexual connection between you. Something like dejavu kept going off in your head when you looked at him. However, you were pretty sure you’d remember meeting him since there weren’t very many pro heroes with bright red wings.

A few minutes later, you’re sitting in the bath with him, your back pressed against his chest as he holds you close, his chin resting on top of your head. His wings draped outside the tub, so the both of you had room. Hawks insisted on both of you bathing together, promising to behave himself. You slowly traced your fingers over the surface of the water. Hawks’s eyes were closed, his usual wild blonde hair wet and smoothed back from his face.

“Keigo?” You broke the silence in the room.

Not bothering to open his eyes, “Hm?”

“Have we, um, met before?” You didn’t know why you felt so nervous all of a sudden.

“We’ve met a few times in fact, Y/N,” You could feel the laughter in his voice vibrate against your back.

“I mean, like when we were kids?” You turn the best you could to look up at him.

His golden eyes now open and he had a grin on his face, “So you finally remember, huh?”

You didn’t exactly know what the look on his face pissed you off, but it did. So you weren’t just tripping out, you had met before your arrival a couple of months ago! And what was worse is he remembered and didn’t say a damn thing!

“Oh my gawd! Seriously?!” You splashed him in the face, wiping that grin off his face. Victory!

“Hey! I’m sorry! I wasn’t a 100% we had and didn’t want to come off as a creep!” He held his hands up to shield his face from your onslaught. A sigh leaving his lips when you stopped.

“Too late for that…” You huffed out, feeling dumb for not realizing it sooner, “How long did you know?”

“It was at the park,” A slight blush dusts his cheeks as he purposefully avoids looking you in the eyes, “Which made me realize something else…”

“What’s that?” You tilt your head inquisitively, smiling at how cute he looked at that moment.

Hawks’s lips come down and gently slid over yours, passionately melting together. His hands coming up and delicately cupped your face, deepening the kiss. It was a soft kiss compared to others you shared, but the intensity behind it made your heart skip a beat. It seemed like time had stopped in that moment until Hawks lifted his face away from yours.

“I’m utterly and completely in love with you.”

[devieuls]

My Neighbor

Hawks x Fem Reader ! smut ¡

Warnings :  dirty talk, arrogant Hawks, teasing. Explicit content 18+ MDNI

Synopsis : Your friendly, sweet neighbor, loved and adored by everyone, has been taking your sleep away for months because of his occasional sex session with strangers. So one night, tired of the situation, you show up at his door...

Length :  3k+

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It had been months since your nightmares first started. Your new neighbor was this, a nightmare that kept you from sleeping at night because of his adventures with strangers, and unfortunately the only one who could complain about it was you, 'cuz your bedrooms were snug and evidently his bed was attached to your wall, causing hammering every time he fucked a woman, but on the bright side, the sweet old lady from a few doors away supported you, even though she was a gossip granny and told all the intimate gossip of others.

You couldn’t deny that your mind had flown into ungodly thoughts, after all that bumping into the wall couldn’t make you think of anything else. He took your sleep away, so why not fantasize about him?

After all, he was a handsome man, tall, golden eyes, hair the color of the sun, lips more than delicious, a beautiful body and those scarlet wings that sprouted from his back, making him something ethereal, almost an angel. His personality was no different, always available to everyone, no wonder he was a much loved Hero, he had almost princely ways to do that made him adored by anyone.

In public you looked at him quite badly, and you had scolded him several times for his behavior, too bad that with those honey eyes and that smile made you melt and forget to be angry with him. Sure, he apologized every time, promising to keep it down, but he obviously forgot every fucking time.

Just like tonight.

Your eyes on the ceiling, sighing in frustration and hands joined together on your chest, praying that he would remember his promise and go easier on the new girl, just not to bother you. Unfortunately, that was not the case. You had to suffer the screams of pleasure and moans of the girl, while the wall almost threatened to collapse because of the bed that kept crashing.

< Shit! Can you just keep it down? > You said aloud, complaining about the sounds, then covering your ears with the pillow, hoping to look after his, even if a little. After about an hour and a half the sounds had stopped, you didn’t know exactly what gave you the courage to get up to knock on his door, but you were really tired and he had to see that you didn’t sleep anymore because of him.

Once you opened the door to your house, a staggering girl walked past you with ruffled hair and a little dress that barely stayed in place. You sighed and rolled your eyes, knowing that surely that girl had come out of your "friendly" neighbor’s house.

You knocked on his door and then crossed your arms to the chest evidently angry, after a few minutes the boy opened the door and smiled genuinely, almost innocently.

< What brings my lovely neighbour to my door? > He said with a hoarse and breathless voice, leaning against the door frame with one arm, towering above you.

And there was the moment when your convictions to rebuke him fell. His chest was naked, sweat gleaming on his sculpted physique and against light was even sexier than the vision; gray sweatpants and relaxed wings behind him; his hair messy and ruffled, with some strands on his face, slightly covering the predatory eyes he had; the mocking smile and that tone of voice...

No, you couldn’t give in just because it’s sexy, you can see beyond, you have to see beyond.

< Keigo. Let’s not start with this bullshit, you know very well why I am here. You have done it again, I’m tired of not being Able to sleep because you have to fuck every night. It’s your house, you can do whatever you want, but I need to sleep. Tomorrow is my day of rest and I was going to sleep to go out,  but if you stop me from resting, I have to spend the day in bed to recover the hours of sleep > You said angry, and then put your finger on his chest  < Really. Stop, at least slow down. It’s not normal that at this time of night you kept me Awake. It’s disrespectful, you’re rude. > you ended up angry, trying not to be distracted by his body.

Keigo laughed and tilted his head to the side, watching you pointing your finger at his chest. He bit his lip and leaned forward to get closer to you; his eyes went down on your body and noticed how you were dressed. You wore a two-piece suit in burgundy satin and lace and a robe of the same color you wore over just to cover the exposed parts.

< And you tell me this in that outfit, darlin' ? > He said smirking, making you back up and cover yourself with your robe, slightly red on your face.

< This is supposed to be pajamas and I should use it to sleep, which you obviously don’t, pretty bird. > you said in a provocative tone, making him laugh.

He made you back up until you touched the wall with your back, locking you in that spot because of his arms. You shuddered to feel like a bird in a cage, no matter how sexy the cage was blond.

< Such a waste to use to sleep, when someone might appreciate it more than your bed > replied.

He held a hand on your side and approached your neck, biting his lip again when he saw that you did not resist and that her touch caused you chills. < Are you sure you came to me to scold me? Or did you want to take the place of that girl. >  his voice was arrogant and mocking as he blew on your neck.

You really wanted to scold him, but you weren’t sure you didn’t want to replace the girl or the girls from the previous nights.

< Birdie, don’t get ahead of yourself. I came to complain about you, not to let you fuck me. >  you said bitterly, and then slightly away from him by placing a hand on his chest.

< You don’t seem to mind my touch. Princess, if you wanted to try me, you could have just asked>

< You’re so fucking cocky, Keigo. >

< Don’t pretend you’re sorry, y/n. I’m sure you’re already getting wet right now, but you’d rather be snooty, the one who wouldn’t let me touch her > He took you by the hips and drew you closer to him < When we both know that you would like what I have to offer you > he said blowing words on your lips, caressing your hips.

You looked away blushing, shit! if he was right. He moved a hand over your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. His eyes were ravenous, lustful, and he was eating and swallowing you.

You’ve never seen him so bold and perverse before, so you shuddered at every touch or word, sighing heavily and gasping.

You froze on the spot when you heard a door opening and steps coming out of that place < Who’s there? > said a voice, just that of the gossipy grandmother. You wanted to die, would not talk about anything else for months. How she found you "half-naked" in the hallway of the building with a man, inflating it to make it more outrageous.

< Go back to your fucking house. > Keigo growled hard, then looked at her badly and made the old woman wince that protested returning to her house. You bit your lip when you saw this rough part of blondie, maybe this was one of the few things you wouldn’t expect from him.

His gaze returned to you and you felt so small, a prey in the jaws of his predator. < Where were we, birdies? > He said in a softer voice than the previous one, but always in mischievous tones.

Instinctively your hand wrapped around his neck, pulling him towards your lips, making you two collide. You started immediately a ravenous and wet kiss, while he took you by the thighs to wrap them in his life.

He took you inside his house, closing the door thanks to your body that now stood against the woody and smooth surface. Your hands moved between his fluffy hair and pulled them slightly making the boy moan, you panted when Keigo tightened his grip on your things, and you bit his lip slightly almost instinctively.

The blond broke away from the kiss,  leaving a thread of drool between you two, and then interrupted it when he began to kiss your neck and leave small bites and hickeys. You groaned under those rough but well-balanced attentions, his fluffy lips made you feel so wet already, and the fact that you were squeezed against the wall by his toned body didn’t help to alleviate the feeling he was having in you.

Your bodies were warming up in unison as the boy began to descend on your breasts, blowing warm air over them, so many little chills ran through your body. His nimble fingers went to remove the bows on the side of your top, taking it off immediately after to lick your already hard nipples, he laughed as you trembled under his attentions.

A slight groan leaves you as his mouth began to suck that sensitive spot, the sound went straight to Keigo’s dick, the blood flowing towards the tip making it pulsate from need. The touches are anxious, hungry and hasty, probably even bruises. You got goosebumps, as your hands glide through his golden locks of hair, your hips bend against him.

A low groan escapes his lips as his hands roam your body, gliding over your curves and under your fragile shorts.

< Damn it, babybird, If you keep this up, I’m not sure I can contain myself... > he said holding his mouth over your nipple, making you moan and arch your back against him.

< Then don’t do it... > you answered breathlessly.

He took off from your breasts and climbed back to your lips, beginning yet another desperate and needy kiss as you moved to his bedroom. He laid you on his mattress and began to wind his hands all over your body, touching, stroking and touching it, while his lips ate your voraciously.

He took off right after, breathing hard and looking at your body underneath him. He took your legs and opened them to comfortably get in the way. Your toes slightly lowered his pants, letting him know he had to take them off. So he did, he took them off for you.

< Birdie, do you use protection? > he asked passing a hand through his hair, while a hand stretched towards his bedside table to retrieve a condom.

< Internal contraceptive. In case, I’m clean and- > Your breath stopped to see his cock already ready for use, hard and pulsating, pleading for attention.

< I’m sure you are, don’t worry, Kid.> he said, stopping you from giving him any explanation.

He opened the wrapper of the condom with his teeth, then threw away the plastic and put on the protection. He stood above you, beginning to kiss your wrist, going down your arm. Your body sent electric shocks to your now impatient core as you beamed at its sudden delicacy.

< I promise to be nice to you, I don’t want to hurt you. > You didn’t quite understand why he would be gentle with you, but he never had a problem banging the others until they screamed.

< Please don’t treat me any differently. I want to hear what you gave the others. I deserve it. > You said you were confident. He smirked and left a bite on your wrist, making you wince.

< fuck! > came out of your lips, then pull his hair and make him unbalance to the side.

You shoved him on the mattress and you put yourself on top of him, his hands landed on your naked hips because of the split shorts, which let you see the absence of the briefs. Keigo bit his lip and relaxed under you, tearing off your brittle shorts, remaining completely naked.

< I could even let you ride if you need for you, babybird > said grinning.

< Yeah, I need it. > You answered firmly.

Your hands wandered over his chest, rubbing your intimacies. Your breaths filled the room, as your hand slid over his body to take his intimacy in hand. You sat down when your hand accompanied his dick inside you, sliding into your wet walls.

Keigo moaned with pleasure in feeling inside you, you were so hot, pulsing and craving that your pussy was sucking his cock, making him enjoy it like few people before you. Your back arched towards him as your hips swayed over his parcel, filling you up so well.

The blond bit his lip as he squeezed your hips and guided you over him. One of his hands went to meet your pussy, looking for the clitoris to give you more pleasure; you were amazed when he found it immediately and immediately began to sink with his soft fingers.

You moaned like the worst bitch as you hopped on him and pushed your hips against his fingers to get more.

< So impatient, babybird? You like riding my dick so much. > he said mocking you. Your mind was already drunk because of his cock so good and perfect for you.

It’s been a long time since you fucked and getting back on track with a dick like that was just great. Your hands ended up one on his chest and the other on his neck, slightly tightening his grip, not enough to make him feel something but enough to make him harder under you.

You felt tired after a while, it was hard to stand on top of him when his fingers were playing with your clitoris and his dick was pumping inside you so hard, even though you were riding and deciding the shots to give.

Keigo almost understood your tiredness and promptly brought you under him, changing position to favor your orgasm. He put a pillow under your back and when he came back to you it was like the first time. A groan came out of your lips, clinging to his back with your nails, leaving slight cuts caused by your pleasure scratches.

He laughed at your reaction and started pumping into you so fast you couldn’t breathe properly anymore. Only rough and dirty groans came out of your lips as his bed began to slam repeatedly against the wall.

< We should slow down, the neighbor will complain to me again if I continue like this >  He said teasing you, then slowing down. Your breath was labored, your mind was clouded, and a little scream of frustration came out of your lips.

< You never cared about the neighbor. Go on like you were doing before, fuck. > You answered sour, completely kidnapped by lust. The heat was focused on your lap as the boy slowed down on purpose.

He came up to your face, grabbed you by the neck and picked your jaw with his thumb.

< Baby, you really don’t get it? I wanted to do what I did. Look at you now, you’re in my bed getting the dick you cursed at night. > He said by making a deep blow in you, making you arch your back and moan. < I knew we would end up here one day. > the grin on his face made you bite your lip.

You punched him in the shoulder and he came out of you. He took your hips and put you on doggy style for him, your crossed hands locked against your back and face on the pillow.

He came back in and made you scream with pleasure. You started drooling against the smooth fabric of the pillow, as the man slammed his hips against you faster and faster, leaving a few spanks every now and then, his nimble fingers found your clitoris again and started playing with it again with a speed never experienced.

Your legs were shaking like your whole body, you could swear you were moaning and screaming louder than anyone else in his room. His wheezing and hoarse moans made you feel so relaxed and smug. After a few lunges with your hips you both came together, reaching a liberating orgasm.

Keigo left your hands, stroking your palms, going down to your body to help you lie on his mattress, then hear a strange squeak followed by a "Crack!".

Your eyes were wide open when you realized that the bed had broken and the guy next to you burst into a loud laugh, bringing his arm to cover his eyes.

< My sweet neighbor will be happy to never hear from my bed now that it’s broken. > He said laughing, mocking you.

< Stop! > You said blushing, then hiding in the mattress, turning on your stomach. < You’re not funny, stop! > You continued with a trembling voice.

The blond took you from your hips and approached him, stroking your hair and carrying a lock behind your hair. He kissed your neck gently and wrapped his arms around your soft hips. < Baby, I was kidding. My neighbor can’t complain if she broke my bed. He said, blowing words on your ear. < Now you still have to catch up on your sleep in the afternoon. > continued to tease you.

< Stop... You had already taken away my sleep, at least I spent my time well. > You snorted while you moaned because of his wet kisses.

< So will you stop reproaching me for my nighttime encounters? > he asked, putting his face on your neck.

< No. I still need to sleep at night, so do you. > You said and then turned to face, put your hands on his face and smiled. < You obviously need to rest, you work a lot too, you don’t need to fuck every night, yk. >

< Not even if I wanted to do it with you? It’s a good anti-stress > he answered looking at you with those honey-colored eyes, letting you melt with tenderness.

< But don’t ask me like that, not with those eyes... You got soft, biting your lip. Maybe, but I say maybe, I could agree... sometimes > you ended up getting a gentle kiss from him.

After a couple of minutes of kissing you, the guy pulled away slightly from you and stood by you, sighing as he looked up at the ceiling, and you did the same.

< So... are you the guy who sends away the girl after having fun or... > you started interrupting the silence between you < ... I mean, I’ve seen so many girls leave your house right after. I can go too if.. >

He interrupted you and looked at you < Stay. I don’t like to keep strangers in the house, but I don’t want to send you away, stay... really. I want you here > he said stroking your cheek.

You smiled and approached him, resting your head on his chest, falling asleep shortly thereafter. Keigo stroked your head with a smile, softening at the sight of you on his chest.

< If only you knew I liked you from day one. I’m so glad I got you, even for one night, the best birthday present of my life. >  whispered in the air, leaving a kiss on your head and falling asleep afterwards.

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I’m always late, even publishing Hawks' smut for his birthday.

Best wishes to our favorite winged hero! I hope you enjoyed the story. This is a one shoot, so I won’t continue, sorry.

Remember that requests for any character are open, of all kinds and types.

Oh, and best wishes to all my wonderful readers!

Thank you for reading,

- Mel

[saiyanmyname]

INSATIABLE HEAT

NOTE: Fairly action packed this time, we're heading towards the end (slowly), so this could be the last we hear from Hawks for a while. No reader in this chapter, just our top three heroes... don't worry reader will be back in the next one. There's smut in the work as whole but not this chapter. Excerpt and link below as usual :)

CHAPTER 21: THE MOUNTAIN

Endeavor tilted his head back, veins straining from his neck as he considered the distance ahead, eyes distractedly gazing towards the sky, the angle of his chin highlighted in the clear night, nostrils flared with a frustrated exhale. It was strange to him, to not be using his quirk in such cold conditions, the slightest dip in temperature usually caused him to light a firey maine around his face. Ordinarily Endeavor had disliked the cool of the breeze whispering past his lips, but, he supposed, he’d have to get used to it for now. Breathing thickly, he continued, making haste towards the summit, a sea of snow in front of him, glittering in hues of soft blue.

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hey! could i request a james potter x reader fic pls?? i have been thinking about him specifically non stop and now i just wanna be domestic and cute with him-

Me too lovely :')

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 661 words

You’ve told James that you’re painting your toenails on the kitchen counter because it has good light, but he knows it’s really because you want to be near him. He’ll have to clean the counter again after you go, but he’s not complaining. He wants you near him too. 

And anyway, the kitchen does have good light. It streams in through the window to tangle in your hair and glance off your skin, illuminating the concentrated set to your mouth as you bend over your foot on the counter. 

James kisses you lightly, and one corner of your lips quirks up like you’re trying to stop it but can’t quite manage. You taste sweet and a bit tart. 

“Don’t mess me up,” you warn. “This is my last coat, it’s do or die.” 

“Stop eating my blackberries,” he counters, “and we’ll see. No promises.” 

You finish with your nails, setting the brush back in the polish and nabbing another blackberry from his bowl. James gasps, betrayed though not surprised. He pinches your side.

You laugh, leaning away from him fruitlessly. “Stop, I’m going to knock polish onto the rug!”

“You could at least vary your snacking,” James says. “My fruit salad is going to have hundreds of pieces of melon and two blackberries if you keep on like this.” 

“I just like blackberries best.” 

“So does Remus,” he chides with no real severity. “And when he gets here later today and they’re all gone, who do you think will be blamed?”

You bat your eyelashes at him, smiling angelically. “He doesn’t need to know there were going to be blackberries in here to begin with, does he?” you ask. The hope in your voice sparkles like sunshine off the ocean. 

James caves instantly at that tone, but he pretends to take at least a second to mull it over before capitulating. “Fair enough. Have at them, lovie. Leave no trace.” 

You descend like a hawk upon your prey, clawing through the bowl of fruit and popping blackberry after blackberry into your mouth. 

“I’m thinking of going to the store in a bit,” you say. 

James grins down at his cutting board, slicing the skin off a wedge of cantaloupe. “To replenish Remus��� blackberry supply?” he asks. He knows you’re too tenderhearted to truly rob his friend of something he enjoys; you’d be racked with guilt for the rest of the night. 

“To get lemons for lemonade.” You touch your big toe delicately, testing the dryness of your polish. “And if I stumble upon blackberries that look good while I’m there…” You shrug, turning away from him like you think you can hide your smile. As if he can’t hear it in your voice. “Then maybe I’ll grab some. To keep the peace.” 

James reaches over and grips your foot, channeling as much love as he can fit into a good squeeze. You gasp and nearly shriek when his thumb digs into a ticklish spot on your arch, grabbing onto his shoulder to keep from tipping off the counter. He sets a hand on your side to help, and he can feel your ribs shaking as you laugh. 

“Sorry, sorry,” James laughs. “I forgot about that spot.” He didn’t. “Wait for me to finish and we’ll go together, yeah?” 

Your nose scrunches with your smile. “Why, you wanna keep an eye on the blackberries?” 

“I was thinking we’d just get extra,” he proposes. 

You hum contentedly, and he takes the invitation to get further into your space, his hip bumping against your leg. “That’s very chivalrous of you,” you reply, your teasing softened by fondness. 

“Well, I do try. Pretty girls need to be kept happy, yeah?” 

You laugh again, grabbing James’ face in both hands. He knows when you let go, there’ll be sticky purple fingerprints on both of his cheeks. He doesn’t mind. 

“Flirt,” you accuse. 

James pushes forward until his nose is pressed up against yours. “Only for you.” 

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can you write something where pregnant reader has trouble holding her bladder and joel messes with her a bit? 🫶🏻

Joel Dealing with Preggo Wife drabble - Hold It

Notes: This is NOT Piss kink, just a little Joel and Preggo reader torture amusement. I have separate PK x preggo wife request coming up soon

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The one thing that women aren’t best at as they get older is holding their bladder. When you gotta go, you go.

And the number one thing that having a fat ass baby shoved up your uterus and pushing aside every organ and pressing the full weight of their tiny bodies on—is your fucking already-terrible-to-hold bladder.

Bumping up and down in Joel’s ugly ass truck with suspension that feels like shit because you can feel every single crevice from every single crack in the road does NOT do well for anything except stir up the amount of liquids inside you.

“Joel,” you whisper warningly, legs scrunched together.

Joel knows the difference between your “Joel” with legs scrunched together and the other “Joel” with legs scrunched together.

“You better not have to p—“

“I have to pee!”

He shakes his head with hearty laugh. “I told you to go 30 minutes ago when we were at the stop.”

“I did go,” you retort venomously. “But now I have to go again.”

“We’re 30 miles from the nearest exit. What do you want me to do?”

“Drive faster?!” Are you fucking dumb?

“We’re an hour late as is. I told you—“

“Don’t you dare fucking scold me like a child Joel Miller, this bitch needs to piss and she needs to go right fucking now.”

“You going on the side of the road?” He suggests with half hearted venom.

You whimper and shake your head. You do NOT want to squat down for a piss next to the highway on the road. You wouldn’t do it not pregnant, but definitely definitely not WHILE pregnant.

“Just—just drive faster. And shut up,” you rasp. You hold your hands between your legs and close your eyes, focusing on willing your baby to help you squeeze that lemon for once. “And don’t breathe. Or cough or just —just don’t exist.”

Joel has to wipe his face to hide the smirk on his lips. Your sheer concentration right now, all burled up and shaking side to side has him holding in a laugh.

 He checks his rear view for any signs of cops, then begins to lean into the gas more. You would pay for the turmoil you’re putting his poor truck through—not in any type of obvious payment of course, but in a more satisfying transaction.

Joel balances the wheel with one knee as he opens a bottle of water set on the dash.

He keeps his eyes on the road and makes the loudest, most grating, obnoxious slurping sounds known to man.

Your head slowly rotates towards him as if a killer hawk were seeing prey landed right next to her. He only peeks over and see the absolutely thinnest lined lips on you, and your exceedingly horrifying wide eyes ready to murder him. 

“MMmMM,” he moans, gulping down the bottle with big swallows so you can hear it sloshing down his jugular with each bob.

“You—you shithead,” you snarl.

He raises his eyebrow. “Do you want some?”

You shake your head, neck bowed low because you can’t concentrate on a scolding your asshole husband and holding your urine at the same time.

“M’ gonna ruin your seats.”

He shrugs. “Wouldn’t be so bad. Got all kinds of your juices on here already, what’s another variety to the blend—“

“SHUT THE FUCK UP.”

“Okay okay, I’m pulling off.”

You tumble out of the car before he’s even fully parked, crouching low to the ground begging to God as your last resort to keep. it. In.

Joel just puts his hands on his hips. “You gonna do It through your pants?”

shutupshutupshutupshutup Ohfuckfuckfuck.

He can hear your tiny whimpers, looks down upon his poor little wife and her even tinier bladder about to make a fool of both of them and piss yourself all over your stretchy pants—

He decides you've had enough torture.

“Gas station is 7 feet away, honey.”

You look up and lo and behold, you’re crouched in a parking lot right outside the quaint convenience station, its glowy neon signs and cigarette flyers and “2 for 3” signs illuminating like you had just won the lottery.

“OOHHHH” you gasp, sitting up and holding your vagina in your palm as you wobble into the quaint store like Road Running and down the alley to the bathroom.

Joel comes in afterwards and does the courtesy of buying a few snack for the trip. 

“Pregnant wife,” he muses to the clerk as he slams a few jerky sticks on the counter.

The two of them are startled by a very loud, satisfied moan coming from the women’s toilet room.

The clerk just chuckles and rings up the items.

-

He checks his watch again, tapping his fingers on the wheel impatiently. What the fuck is taking you 20 minutes?

Its not until the gas station door chime goes off outside as the door swings open, and you’re coming out with a 32 oz Big Gulp cup of Frozen Pepsi ICEE while happily waving goodbye to the clerk as you waddle back to the car.

You settle your bumbum into the seat with a little wiggle and slam the truck door closed, sipping away happily with two hands fisting the styrofoam cup.

Joel has one arm over the steering wheel, facing you with a frown and deadpan eyes glancing between you and your cup the size of Africa, your annoying slurps filling the silent car.

You don’t pick up on his silent aggravation at all, offering him a chipmunk smile. “M-ready now,“ you chirp.

He grits his teeth while looking at the cup you can’t even wrap your fingers around. Holds his tongue and doesn’t say anything, faces forward and turns the key into ignition.

-

25 minutes later, with your empty Big Gulp cup rolling around on the floor mat:

“Um, J-Joel,” you warn again, this time voice wavering timidly. “Joel, I have to—“

“NO!” 

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Monster Mayhem: Donkeys & Dragons [PART 4]

Gender Neutral Reader x Malleus Draconia Word Count: 6.7k

Summary: 'Never tickle a sleeping dragon.'

🌶️Obligatory Warning for Some Descriptions of Violence & Mild Suggestive Content

[PART 1] [PART 2] [PART 3] [PART 4] [EPILOGUE]

As detestable as they were, at the very least your assailants were well organized.

You were plopped neatly at the center of the room, in a very conspicuous location that would have made it difficult for a hypothetical someone to, say, just flat-out torch everything in sight without also catching his very tiny, mortal, companion up in said firestorm.

The group of them split off to tend to their tasks with a frankly shocking level of competence and foresight. Was this how adventurers were actually supposed to work? They didn’t just—I don’t know—saunter into an abandoned castle on a whim and a prayer, with no real end goal in sight and nothing but the perpetual bounding of a singular, shared, braincell to keep them on their toes? There was a plan? What was this madness.

“How much time do you think we have?” one of them called, busy working to set up some sort of wire trap that, in your humble ‘I have faced this legendary dragon and survived’ opinion, looked like it would do exactly diddly squat.

“Enough,” the Elf Wizard shrugged, thin arms crossed tight across his equally gaunt chest. “These vermin don’t have the same concept of time as we do. It may return soon, but we may also be waiting hours.”

Hours? Hours? You fought the urge to groan. And then remembered it hardly mattered if you did or not, because you were still trapped in a bubble of perpetual Silence, and that just made you want to groan louder.

Assumed-Rogue nodded tersely in response and continued constructing his pseudo-trap. The long, red, stripes of his sleeves were odd things—very in-your-face bold for a dude whose job you assumed it was to slip through shadows unseen. But then you noticed that the threads he was spinning were pooling from those slashes of crimson, and alright, that was fairly cool. ‘Your failure of a stealthy design gets a pass this time, good sir.’

“You’re certain this is one of the Briar Beasts, Lord Flamm?” Armored Lady piped in, busy shifting through the various swords strapped at her hip.

“Of course,” he hummed, flicking through his spell tome. “Have I ever led you astray before?”

Armored Dude snorted from his place across the room. “You’re not the issue. I just have trouble believing one of those monsters would still be alive at all after all this time.”

‘Lord Flamm’ snorted. “And why not? They’re like cockroaches—thriving through the worst of the world and gorging themselves on its corruption. This one is no different.”

Your brows twitched irritably.

Thankfully, Silence was not an indefinite spell. And after about ten minutes of muzzled misery, you felt its sticky, gauzy, gunk wash itself out of your throat.  

“I’m getting the impression that you’re really not a fan of dragons,” you said, testing your volume.

Lord Flamm stared down at you with a hawk-eyed sort of sneer. His pale, green, glare felt like a tangible thing crawling along your skin.

“They are unnatural,” he huffed after a moment. “No creature should walk the planes of this world for such a great span of time. Immortality is a perverse transgression against the sanctities of life and existence.”

“You are literally an Elf,” you replied, incredulous. His face scrunched up like you’d forced a whole lemon into his mouth, and then he dropped another dome of Silence over your head.

Another ten minutes crawled by, and words returned to your tongue.

“Don’t you think you’re being a bit hypocritical?” you hummed, casually testing the arcane restraints binding your limbs. Those seemed to hold themselves in place with a great deal more fortitude than his on-again-off-again Mute Button, which was as frustrating as it was respectable.

“It’s not nearly the same. I was born into my burden,” he sniffed.

You blinked, confused. “I mean, so was Tsunotarou.”

Elf Wizard made a punched-out sort of noise, like you’d decked him right in the spleen.

“You named the beast?” he gawked. “Like a pet?”

“Look, man,” you grouched, offended on your scaly friend’s behalf. “If anyone’s the pet here, it’s me!”

Lord Flamm’s face went white, to red, and then nearly puce.

“Wait,” you spluttered. “That came out wrong—”

And then you were gagged once more.

The next time your muzzle was lifted, Lord Flamm was already pacing along the little, invisible, edge of the spell’s cage. You cleared your throat and he came to a stop a few feet away from where you were bound.

“I can see what’s happened here,” he said, stern, and you arched a brow in disbelief. You didn’t even have any solid idea what the fuck was going on, and you’d been living it for the past few weeks. He cleared his throat and glowered down at you. “You’ve been taken in by the monster’s wiles.”

You spluttered. “Not to just keep repeating myself, but really, if anyone did the ‘accidental seducing’ thing here, it was—”

He waved you off with a puckered grimace. “That hardly matters. At the end of the day, you are still the creature’s prisoner, and it is my duty as a man of integrity to assist you however I can.”

You frowned. Because while this whole thing had technically started as a hostage situation, it hadn’t really felt like one lately. Sure, Tsunotarou still threw tantrums that shook the foundation when you’d tried to put up a makeshift bathroom door, but he also listened to all your stories with the rapt attention of someone genuinely invested in the garbage pouring out of your mouth. He tucked you into your big mattress nest at night with his scaly nose, and endured all your griping with nothing but good humor. He showed you his treasures and told you terrible, dry, jokes that you were sure you only found so funny because he certainly hadn’t meant to be.

You sighed and dipped your head, expression shuttered.

Lord Flamm stepped forward and you felt a thin, gloved, finger tuck itself beneath your chin to tilt you back up to face him.

“I will save you,” he promised, something genuinely sturdy and righteous coating the words. “If you ask it of me.”

You took a deep breath in through your nose.

“There once a man from Trebucket,” you chirped, letting the jaunty tavern melody roll off your tongue like any good Bard ought to.

Lord Flamm arched a thin brow, in equal parts amusement and exasperation.

“Who really only wanted to find the dragon so he could fuck it—”

His face twisted in rage, and to the surprise of literally no one, you were Silenced yet again. Though this one felt the most like a victory so far.

And thus, the cycle repeated itself. Every quarter hour or so, the spell would drop and you’d start babbling some sacrilegious, borderline pornographic, nonsense that had him cursing you all over again. You counted each round of mockery softly in your head. Half to keep time, half to—

Your gaze trailed past the intricate, stone, entryway and caught. Perched atop the overhang were two gargoyles. Which was quite odd, seeing as you’d spent half a month living out of this room now and had never noticed them before (and you certainly would have, what with your host’s propensity for pointing out the gothic carvings each and every time one popped up in the castle’s architecture). Not to mention, they looked an awful lot like the pair of grey monsters which had been guarding the entrance when you’d first slunk in—the very duo that you’d sworn had tracked you and your friends with beady, gemstone, eyes and dug their pointed talons through solid rock.   

Ancient buildings always seemed to have a life about them—never quiet, never still. Always settling with strange noises and shifting shadows that danced oddly along surfaces that were forever decaying. And this castle was no different. So it took you really listening, really closing your eyes tight and straining your ears against the perpetual white noise, to make out the low grinding of the Gargoyles as they shifted atop their perch and curled their sharp claws.

You tilted your head at them, curious, and the one on the left seemed to bristle. As much as stone could bristle. The one on the right very softly dipped its chin, almost like a bow. Its purple, glass, eyes flashed in the lowlight.

‘Wait,’ that look said.

And so you did, sitting straighter and at proper attention.

The group of Dragon Slayers was still milling about making preparations. Eventually, one of the two yet-unclassified hench people slunk from the room, and when your gaze slipped back to the gargoyles, the one on the right was gone.

You made eye contact with the remaining carving, and it curled its lip at you like a grumbly hound.

There was a scream from beyond the threshold, and then a great clattering of noise not unlike an earthquake, or the resonating crunch of a building crumbling at its base.

Immediately weapons were drawn, shoulders hunched in panic. Defensive magic swirled through the air like ink in water.  

“What’s going on?!—”

With a shrieking roar, the remaining gargoyle lurched forward and collided with one of the armored attackers. The impact was like a crack of thunder, and it rattled around your skull like a gong.

And with that—dragon or no—the battle against the Hunters had officially begun.

With a panicked squawk, you began worming your still very bound self out of the dead center of this tornado of chaos. You flopped across the floor like a particularly determined caterpillar, or someone trussed up a in a sleeping bag with no limbs. You made it almost a solid twenty feet before you were scooped up by the back of your collar and dropped onto your knees.  

“Not so fast, you little cretin.”

And then there was a curved knife at your throat and a set of hands trapping your own. You gulped and the blade bobbed against your chin. Stupid rogues with their stupid stealth. You grit your teeth and clenched your fists, willing the meager scraps of magic that twirled in your veins to bob to the surface. You could feel the trace rumblings of a Thunderwave reverberating down your limbs, and it was certainly no Fireball, or Lightning Bolt, but maybe it would be enough to—

There was a spray of red, red, red and the Striped Rogue at your back collapsed in a puddle of gore.

Standing over the corpse of the felled assassin was a boy. Or, well, something that very much looked like a young boy. Or, not young. Just… It was strange. He was small, slight, with a cheerful youthfulness to him. But the mirthful expression lighting his crimson eyes chilled your bones like the seeping cold from a long-forgotten tomb. It was like looking at someone with dozens—hundreds—of faces. A kaleidoscope of lifetimes. It was disorientating.

“Hello, you,” the little demon cooed. He reached out to tap a clawed finger against your forehead and the arcane binds holding your limbs shattered on impact. “Let’s get you out of here, hmm?”

Something tugged at your brain as you gaped at that mess of choppy, black-and-pink, hair, and the glittering irises that matched the blood splattered across his cheeks almost too horribly well.

“Are you… Lilia?” you asked, dazed.

“Well done, little human,” he trilled, lips curling in delight as he hauled you back to your feet. “But there will be time for proper introductions later. Let’s get you somewhere safe first, before my silly ward really does tear this whole castle down.”

“Tsunotarou is here?” you frowned, anxious. “But these people are here to kill him.”

“We’ve done our best to keep him away for as long as possible,” Lilia hummed. “But I doubt he has much more patience for skulking about in the shadows. He never did,” He sighed, long and world weary. “And I loved this old haunt so much too. I hope it survives.”

“You—” you gawked. “You’re talking about the castle?!”

“Of course,” Lilia smiled, perfectly sweet. “Swatting these pests is going to cause more damage than they’re worth to begin with—”

You were yanked out of the path of an encroaching blade, and Lilia sidestepped the pair of you smoothly to safety.

“You’re not going anywhere!” the Paladin thundered, hand whipping out to leash a whirl of vibrating, bright, magic around Lilia’s wrists. “This fight is mine! And you will have no other!”

“Ah,” your savior sighed, looking down at the faint, yellow, glow circling his skin. “Now that is a doozy.”

The great sword came down with a crash, and Lilia ducked away from the destruction with ease. He gave you a light tap on the shoulder, pushing you forward, and you felt the flush of a Haste spell nibbling at your limbs.

“Go on ahead,” he said, with all the nonchalant politeness of someone lamenting that they were going to be late for afternoon tea. “I’ll be with you in a moment.”

BOOM went the now glowing sword as it sliced through the air where your savior had been standing not a moment before.

“Do not take me so lightly, wretch,” the Paladin spat, and Lilia’s civil little smile twisted into something that sent shivers racing down your spine.

“If you insist,” he beamed, with a level of enthusiasm that was bordering on sociopathic.

You didn’t stay to see the fallout. Lilia’s orders to flee aside, you knew well enough what a cat looked like before it pounced—that smug, animalistic, satisfaction that came after deciding that it was going to play with its meal for as long as it liked. And the grinding, snapping, howling noises coming from their direction was enough to reinforce that looking back would be a very terrible idea indeed.

You’d only just made it past the threshold and out in the grand hall beyond when there came a whining groan that sounded familiarly enough like the protesting noises the banister would make whenever Tsunotarou dropped too much of his weight on top of it. You peered back into the room, and from the darkness at its rear emerged a long, thin, snout.

The Great, Ebony, Dragon slithered forth from the blackness like a snake through the grass. The sharp drag of his claws against the stone was earsplitting, and when he spread his wings behind him, he seemed to cast the entire cavern into shadow. Faster than you could blink, one, two, three of the Slayers were scooped up by those massive, pointed, teeth and tossed through the air—wherein the pair of gargoyles descended upon them like a set of well-trained attack dogs. Your dragon swiveled to spit black smoke across the rest of the echoing room and its occupants. Between the swirling smog seeping from his throat and the blackness of his wings, the brilliant, green, glow of his eyes were the only source of light in the gloom. It was all horribly eerie, but mesmerizing in a way that reminded you exactly why so many ballads and epics had been written about the terrible might of Dragons.

He reared his head back and roared. His bellowing seemed to shake the very foundation of the castle, and the sparks jumping from behind his canines bit through the smoke with harsh little pop-pop-pops. And man oh man, he reallymust have been taking it easy on you and your duo of idiots, because this would have had the three of you shitting your pants on the spot.

From there, the battle more or less became a one-sided massacre. The stone soldiers flew through the air, decimating the opponents as their master demanded. Occasionally there was a flash of pink, and then a cheerful laugh followed inevitably by a noise that was all kinds of unpleasant. And at the center of it all was your newfound friend—picking apart the opposition with all the careful rage of someone determined to sear the consequences of these Hunters’ folly into the memories of their lineages for ages to come.

And then—amidst all the quite frankly epic fighting that you would have to tell Ace and Deuce all about when they came back to visit—you noticed that not far from where you were hiding observing was a familiar, angry, gaunt face. Lord Flamm’s elaborate black and maroon robes swirled around his ankles as he paced, and he was leering at the chaos unfolding not a hundred feet away with an expression that calling murderous would have been kind.

You bristled immediately, limbs lancing through with a tight sort of indignation.

He was just—right there! Standing all the way out here! When the rest of his party was busy being chewed to itty-bitty pieces!

And sure, rationally you knew that Wizards were squishy, glass-canons not meant for close combat more intense than a round of rock-paper-scissors. Sure, when you and your idiots had been facing down a dragon, Ace and Deuce had ordered you and your equally ill-armored self to run for it. Someone had probably hurled the Elf from the room the moment combat began, or demanded he whirl away to safety.

But you wanted to be angry. Because this was the man who had strode, eyes wide open, into a hornet’s nest with the sole intention of crushing the poor bugs beneath his heel. He deserved to bear the brunt of the miserable, stinging, backlash.

It certainly didn’t help that he was glaring down Tsunotarou with near frenzied loathing. The tome in his hands was flipped open to a dense spell that you couldn’t even begin to make sense of, and he was casting. Something tedious, and extravagant, and with enough somatic nonsense to make your head spin. His gloved fingers glowed beneath a growing mote of magic that shone horrible and bright in the natural shadows of the castle. Whatever sort of magic it was, it was strong enough to make the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end and push frantic adrenaline through your veins. Sigils swam through the air, and you swore you could feel it sapping at your own tiny pool of mana. If this was some kind of spell that would gobble up magic, then a dragon who was nothing but magic—then Tsunotarou—he would—This spell might actually—

You ran at that wretched little bitch with everything you had, and tackled him to the ground just as a bolt of crackling, pale, force magic boomed from between his fingers. The spell shot wide, and you thanked every divine being you could think of for the enduring shittiness of Wizard Muscles.

“I should have known you’d risk your life to save that unholy monster,” he seethed, rolling back to his feet and sending you tumbling off the side.

You stood firm and silent between this awful, garbage, Elf and the Dragon he so hated.

Lord Flamm raised a hand in your direction, incensed, and then you watched as something sharp and frightened slithered its way across his features. No sparks danced along his fingertips, no black miasma curled from his palms. You shoved your hands into your pockets and rocked back and forth on your heels like the most obnoxious piece of shit you could be.

“Wow,” you drawled, low in your throat. “That was impressive. I mean. How many times did you cast all those spells on me earlier? I’m shocked you have anything left.”

The already dark look coloring his face twitched into something truly foul.

“You were doing that on purpose,” he snarled. “You vile, loathsome, bumbling ignoramus of a bard!—"

“Ah, stop, stop!” You beamed, fanning yourself with a limp wrist. “You’re going to make me blush~”

You ducked out the way with a yelp as a mote of fire whizzed past your ear—singeing far too many hairs at it went. Because fuck fuck fuck. Cantrips were still a thing. And he was powerful enough that those simple, little, bits of magic would still probably be more than enough to fry the meat off your bones.

“It’ll be enough to kill you,” he seethed—like he could read your thoughts—teeth tugged into a hideous, gaping, sneer.

Your mind zipped through every possible escape route and settled frantically on the only option that had ever truly seemed to save your ass.

“What white teeth you have?” you tried.

He roared and another shot of brilliant, red, flames careened over your head.  

You ducked out of the way with a squawk just in the nick of time, nearly faceplanting into a wall in your haste.

And thus ensued a terrifying but morbidly hilarious Benny Hill chase through pillars, and behind rocks, and into holes. You killed your singular, daily use of Misty Step just trying to get out of one of said holes. And your brief attempt at tossing up a Mirror Image to throw off his groove did little but get you whacked with a Counterspell that made your bones ache.

Just as you’d burned through the last of your meager magic and were genuinely preparing to just try and deck the guy again, black smoke began to curl through the hall—soon followed by the ominous roll of thunderous growls and the heavy grindingof a gigantic beast clawing its way into the room.

You threw yourself at the dragon with more enthusiasm than was probably proper for a situation like this, and he immediately ducked his head to catch you against his snout. He curled himself around you with a rumbling snarl and your vision was drowned in a shifting sea of ebony scales. You squished yourself into his bulk with a shuddering sigh, fingers clutching a bit uselessly at the slippery surface of his natural armor.

A burst of orange flames rolled harmlessly off Tsunotarou’s scaled side and his lips curled unpleasantly over his canines. You could see the licks of emerald fire rolling off his tongue—dancing along his white teeth and lighting the hall in an ominous, sickly, glow.

Before the pair of you, Lord Flamm looked half-mad. If not fully consumed. His party wiped, his hostage freed, and the creature he hated so fiercely baring down on him with no escape.

He let his head fall back with a discordant trill of laughter and grinned at the approaching dragon without a hint of repentance. Fear, perhaps. Panic, certainly. But no remorse. He raised his hands once more, and another dredge of his own fire sparked along his fingers.

“And he shall smite the wicked and plunge them into the fiery pit.”

The Great Briar Beast of Old opened his gigantic, black, maw and choked the hall in a torrent of emerald fire.

And Lord Flamm and his Dragon Slayers were no more.

You stared intently at the singed corridor, as if waiting for one of the piles of ash to jump to its feet and pull a sword. Which you might have excused as paranoid fretting if you hadn’t heard of necrotic magics capable of doing exactly that. But after a long moment of waiting with bated breath and tight fists, the monsters did not rise from their graves, and all seemed to be truly well and over.

You let out a gigantic gust of a breath and collapsed bonelessly against the dragon at your side. After a solid minute or two of just awkwardly trying to find a good way to hug a giant lizard more than a dozen times your size, Tsunotarou slipped out of his scales, and then he was warm and fleshy in your arms once more. Still too big, still earth-shatteringly strong, but human-shapedenough that you could merrily settle into his embrace without the risk of becoming a pancake.

“Tsunotarou!” you chirped past the lingering haze of smoke. “You’re okay!”

“Me?” he gawked at you. It was an awkward angle to make eye contact, seeing as he’d latched himself onto you like a particularly determined koala, but he managed nonetheless. “You were worried about me during all of that?” He blinked those wide, neon, eyes at you like you were some horribly long and tedious math equation that he couldn’t even begin to make sense of. “You were the one who was captured!”

“They were Dragon Slayers,” you entreated, brow furrowed. “They didn’t need me for much of anything. Of course I was worried more about you.”

When the constipated look on his face refused to fade, you prodded him gently in his side.

“Look, I promise if we ever run into Bard Poachers I will be exponentially more cautious.”

He didn’t look particularly convinced—whether because he was trying to suss out of if something like ‘Bard Poachers’ were an actual, factual, threat upon your person, or because you’d just openly hurtled yourself at a clearly overpowered, feral, wizard with no regards to your already shitty constitution to speak of, so a promise to ‘be more cautious’ was about as good as saying that maybe next time you wouldn’t outright flirt with death. Only subtly. A lil’ bit.

You reached up to smoosh your thumb along the sharp slant of his frown and smooth out the harsh edges that were practically digging into his jaw.

“Tsunotarou, if you keep making that face, it’s going to get stuck like that,” you warned.  

“Malleus,” he interrupted, firm. You blinked up at him slowly and your hand fell back to rest in the nonexistent space between you.

“A what?”

“Malleus,” he repeated, and you felt the weight of the word dance through the air like sparks. Like an invocation, or a curse. “My true name.”

You waited a moment in shocked silence before slowly repeating your own name back at him. He startled and snorted a laugh into your neck, some of that lingering, terrible, tension finally seeming to seep out of him.

“I am well aware of what you are called, Child of Man.”

“…I know that,” you mumbled, fighting the urge to fidget. Malleus, Malleus, Malleus. The syllables sat heavy on your tongue, like your mouth couldn’t figure out how to push them past your lips. “I thought you said that dragons don’t give out their real names.”

He drew back just enough to cup your cheeks in his ashy palms, brushing a clawed finger back and forth against one of the small cuts littering your jaw.

“There is power in a name,” he said. “It is not a gift readily bestowed.”

Then why—

You swallowed, nervous, and one of his thumbs tracked the movement along the hollow of your throat.

“This way, if you call for me, I will always hear you,” he promised, eyes going flinty and venomous as he gazed at the cinder piles of smoking intruders. “And something like this will never happen again.”

“I—I mean,” you spluttered. “Me being—And this being—I mean—” You cleared your throat. “That hardly seems like a good enough reason to—to—” To put something so important into the hands of someone who literally broke into your house less than a month ago. To give something so precious to someone so human.

“Isn’t it?” he smiled, that sharp anger melting back into something painfully soft. Your poor heart kickstarted itself all over again. He ducked forward to press his nose into your temple, and you could feel the soft puff of his breath as his grin sharpened into a smirk. “Though I would have liked to bestow my titles on you in other ways as well, if this little hero would be amenable.”

You squawked, and the only thing that shook you out of the immediate spiral into ‘did he really just ask me to—am I really going to be stuck in every goddamn bard’s trope existence of—of—'  was the merry laughter that bubbled up from somewhere behind you. 

“Careful, my Prince,” Lilia hummed from his place perched atop a particularly large heap of rubble. “If you come on too strong, you’ll only scare them away. Humans are flighty like that, I’m afraid.”

You could feel Malleus’s pout against your forehead.

“Not my human,” he grouched. His hands dropped from your cheeks to encircle your waist and clutch at your lower back. “And that besides,” he continued testily, “you were the one who only just this morning insisted I take decisive action.”

“That’s true,” Lilia agreed with a gentle bob of his head, resting his pointed chin against his palm. “But perhaps three sentences at least before the proposal?”

Malleus blinked, slow and serpentine, before flicking his neon gaze back to you. “That does seem fair I suppose. What do you think?”

“I think,” you gawked, trying and failing to process any of the words that were coming out of their fanged mouths, “that I am having a stroke.”

“NOT ACCEPTABLE!” boomed a voice from overhead. “YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO FALL ILL AFTER ALL THE EFFORTS WE TOOK TO KEEP YOU SAFE!”

You jolted in shock, and Malleus’s talons flexed reassuringly at your waist as he gently turned you back-to-chest so that you could face your accuser. He nestled his chin into your shoulder, and you could feel his horns bump against your skull as he tried to burrow in as close as possible. Which all would have been thoroughly distracting, but then you noticed that one of the Gargoyles from early had landed directly across from you. Its spiked head was swiveling back and forth as it appraised you like some particularly ruffled cockatoo. And that in itself was bizarre enough to help you focus on something other than the weight along your back and the steadily rising heat in your cheeks.

“Uhm, hello?” you tried.

“WE HAVE ALREADY MET!” It screeched. “THERE IS NO NEED FOR INTRODUCTIONS!”

“It talks,” you blanched.

“OF COURSE I SPEAK, YOU IGNORANT ENTERTAINER!” The Gargoyle thundered. Its yellow eyes flashed in indignation. “HOW COULD I NOT LEARN TO COMMUNICATE IN A RESPECTABLE FASHION WHEN SERVING SOMEONE SO MAJESTIC AS HIS MAJESTY?!”

“I think,” the other Gargoyle said, slipping forward so silently you could hardly believe it was made of such strong stone at all, “that what Sebek is trying to say, is that we are happy to finally be able welcome you into our home, even if it is under less than ideal circumstances. And that we are very pleased to be able to speak with you.”

“THAT IS WHAT I ALREADY SAID, SILVER!” the spiky one snarled. No one else looked particularly bothered by his ceaseless volume, so it was probably normal. He stuck his carved nose into the air with a harumph. “AND I HAVE HEARD OF THE WAYS OF YOU TRAVELING STORY TELLERS! IF YOU BREAK MY MASTER’S HEART, YOU WILL SUFFER AN ETERNITY OF TORMENT AT MY HAND!”

Malleus growled, low and rumbling, from over your shoulder. Instantly his stalwart guardian cowed—head dipping like a kicked a puppy.

“Of course,” it continued, much softer. “I don’t think this human would do that. And—And I think my master has made a very good choice in his mate, and I will be happy to serve you too.”

Lilia sighed a sigh that sounded very much like a doting mother overflowing with parental affection. Like the kind of noise one may hear on a cozy Sunday afternoon while helping prepare dinner, or while sitting on a little, floral, couch and sifting through little paintings of grandchildren. There was still blood splattered all along his cheeks.

“It’s so lovely to have the family all together again,” he cooed. “And I do think that you will make such a marvelous addition.”

“Oh. Well. Thank you,” you nodded jerkily, just as your knees buckled and you collapsed to the floor.

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On the first day of the new month, Ace and Deuce made their way back to the forgotten castle nestled in a pool of lava.

“We should never have left them,” Deuce grumbled for what was maybe the ten thousandth time. Ace was sick of hearing it. He was even more sick of the fact that despite being constantly inundated with various versions of ‘oh, we’re such terrible friends,’ the little, twisting, spike of guilt in his gut never grew any duller. Wasn’t that how it was supposed to work? Something-something-repetitive-exposure-therapy, or whatever? This sucked. He wanted a refund on this whole ‘conscience’ thing. Maybe it wasn’t too late to sell his soul and become a Warlock or whatever. Surely that would help.  

“We didn’t have a choice,” Ace reminded him. Again. “They’re okay. I know they are. We’re going to show up and they’ll be, I don’t know, lying in a bed of gold being hand fed grapes or something.”

Deuce made a rumbly, whining, kind of noise that made him sound even more pathetic than usual and Ace sighed, determined to instead focus on the rickety rope bridge swinging beneath their feet.

The ancient, looming, monstrosity of a building was just as cold and dark as it had been the first time. If anything, it was more filthy. With walls stained with seeping ash and the charred, skeletal, remains of something that Ace was definitely, absolutely, not going to think about scattered throughout the grime.

The two of them made their way to the heart of the castle until they were standing at the entrance of a grand, cavernous, chamber that may have once been some sort of ballroom.

Ace didn’t know what he was expecting. Slaver’s coils maybe. A chain around your ankles and rags drooping from your shoulders. Or maybe you wouldn’t even be there at all—long since swallowed down as a little, midnight, snack.

He certainly wasn’t expecting to see you lounging contentedly atop a mountainous heap of soft blankets, with the master of this castle—terror-incarnate, death from above, an eldritch beast ripped straight out of legend—curled along the lumpy hills of your grandiose pillow fort, its great head nestled at your back as you reclined against its scales and chattered away. Like the goddamned, rambling, idiot you had always been.

One of the dragon’s large, green, eyes shifted towards the intruders at its door, and Ace froze in place. You paused your chattering to raise your hand with an excited little wave. Your tattered traveler’s clothes had been replaced with something silken and soft enough that it would probably melt in his fingers, and it swayed like mist around you as you made your way to your feet. You were practically dripping in platinum, and diamonds, and emeralds, and—he was going to stop counting them before he gave himself a conniption.

And yeah… it wasn’t exactly a throne of gold and gemstones, but it was almost just as impressive. And immediately indignation swept through Ace with a horrible kind of vengeance. Because how dare you actually be living it up over here when he had been so fucking worried just lying about all that cool stuff to keep Deuce from storming the castle gates?

“You made it!” you chirped, perfectly merry despite the gigantic maw full of sharp teeth hovering at your shoulder.

“Of—Of course we did,” Deuce stuttered, his blue eyes flicking back and forth so quickly from the dragon, to you, to Ace, to the dragon, to you—that Ace genuinely thought he might be having a seizure. “We promised we would.”

You stopped in front of them with a considerate little hum, sharp eyes tracing and cataloguing their varying reactions. After a moment of what was obviously some very smug preening and even smugger ‘I win this round’ silent gloating, you slipped out of the piles of entangled jewels with an exaggerated shrug. With the exception of an intricately carved emerald pendant hanging softly between the hollows of your collarbones, the rest of the infinitely expensive and rare gems fell to the ground with a series of clattering chatter.

“All that shit is so heavy,” you whined. Whined. Like you had any right to complain about anything at all for the rest of your existence. You leaned forward with a wink. “I was just hoping it’d make your thieving, money-hungry ass, jealous.” You smirked, proud. “And it looks like it worked, you goddamn traitors.”

Ace was about to splutter out the most scathing remark his spiteful little brain could come up with, when Deuce ruined everything by rushing forward like the blubbering idiot he was and scooping you up into a bearhug.

“You’re okay! You’re okay!” he wailed. “We missed you so much!”

“Speak for yourself,” Ace huffed, and twinged miserably when it came out sounding far too soft. He cleared his throat and decided to take a different approach. “You know, last time I was sort of joking about the whole ‘bards and dragons’ thing. But it looks like you’ve made yourself real comfortable. And here I thought you were always super opposed to the ‘fucking my way out of my problems’ stereotype.”

However, because the universe seemed determined not to give Ace any kind of win for the rest of his natural existence, instead of getting all embarrassed and mousey, you just huffed and turned up your nose at him.

“Well obviously not as a dragon,” you complained. “Do you know how big he is? How would that even work, huh?” The aforementioned dragon lowered his gigantic head to settle on the ground at your side, and you leaned against him good-naturedly when he grumbled low in his throat. “Yeah, no,” you said to the beast, rolling your eyes. “Nice try, but no.”

Deuce immediately choked and started hacking up a lung, and Ace wanted to die.

“You can talk to it?” the redhead asked instead of keeling over.

You shrugged.

“Not like this. But I’ve learned to interpret most of it.” You wiggled your fingers. “It’s my sixth sense.”

Ace’s nose scrunched. “Yeah, right. If anything, it’s your ‘I’ve been dicked down by a dragon and think that makes me soooo special now’ sense—”

The great, ebony, monster growled and the Fighter’s mouth snapped shut like someone had taken a hammer to his jaw. You snickered goodhumoredly and elbowed your companion gently at the base of one of its long, sharp, horns.

“He’s just joking around,” you said to the winged horror. “You don’t have to get all defensive.”

There was another grumpy sneer, but the dragon simply settled more heavily at your side with a defeated sort of huff. The gust of a sigh sent a wave of scorching heat along Ace’s front, and he fought the urge to cow immediately and beg for his life. Because apparently that wasn’t going to be necessary, because you had—you had—

“Are you in love?” Deuce blurted, because unlike Ace, the Barbarian was pure, and good, and still didn’t fully understand how eggs worked, let alone the concept of Fuck or Die.

And then you surprised him yet again by getting as flustered as he’d expected you to when he’d accused you (rightly) of bending over for a goddamn fucking dragon.

But before you could answer, the dragon lifted its head to press its temple against yours. Or, as well as it could do that when it dwarfed the lot of you the way an elephant might hover over a mouse. Mostly it just ended up being a very, very, delicate head bump. A deep, warbling, purr started from its chest and rolled all the way up and past its sharp, white, canines.

“Uhm,” you tried again. “You guys are invited to the wedding, I guess.”

“The what?!” Deuce howled, before promptly falling to his knees to fan himself like a devasted matron in a church.

You sighed and rubbed at the back of your head, clearly embarrassed. You mumbled something under your breath that sounded a bit like ‘it’s kind of a whole saga, y’know.’ And Ace, in all his infinite good will, decided to take pity on you just this once. And also because you were clearly loaded now, and all good friends know that sharing is caring, right?

“Come on then, Bardy,” he smirked, leaning down to kick Deuce flatter to the floor—half to knock the guy out of his frantic spiraling, half so he could perch on his back like a chair. Because the stone floor looked really uncomfortable, and he had a feeling that trying to slip into that nice nest of blankets of yours would not end well. “Tell us a story.”

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bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 12 all chapters

- Lunch is a lovely affair in a quaint little trattoria that has been making world class dishes since the turn of the previous century. It seems like every inch of this city is steeped in history. The prices on the menu would blow your whole daily budget on one meal. But the scampi alla Veneziana is out of this world, and you force yourself to eat slowly, and not just inhale the perfectly prepared shrimp and noodles with a delicate lemon olive oil dressing.

John's friend, Julius, is a kind and utterly elegant older man who accepts your presence at the table with kingly grace. They speak in a mixture of Italian and English, the latter you think is for your benefit. John very generously includes you in the conversation, telling Signor Castellari that you are an artist, talking you up to what you feel is an exaggerated degree. Julius asks to see your work, and you let him flip through your new sketch book. Your drawings are a mixture of studies and whimsical travelogue, and it feels like you’re baring a piece of your soul, but he’s so gracious you feel you can’t say no. 

There is more than one sketch of Mr. Wick in those pages you did from memory with an aching heart, but the old man is kind enough not to call you out on it, or even draw John’s attention to it. You think if he did, you would simply crawl under the table and die of embarrassment.  

He exclaims over an ink and watercolor pencil plein air you did in Rome of a sunset over St. Peters with the Sant’Angelo bridge in the foreground, saying it reminds him of a special day when he was a much younger man. You offer to let him keep it, and he seems truly delighted. 

You watch with some surprise as John produces what looks like a razor-sharp knife from seemingly nowhere to carefully cut the page from your book. Julius accepts it like a precious treasure, and you are flattered to your toes.

Then John and Julius chat about older books, and Julius produces a very old looking volume, handing it over for the younger man’s perusal. As he runs his hands over the leather cover John’s eyes shine with an almost childish delight—its utterly adorable.

While they are gushing over the antique tome two intimidating men in dark suits approach the table, fixing John with a hard look. One of them has a gnarly scar bisecting his brow. They say something that sounds none too friendly. You catch the name d’Antonio—but John waves them off with a glare, insisting, “Sono ritrirato.”

You’re pretty sure that means I’m retired.

Julius watches the exchange with a sadness in his eyes you don’t understand.

Finally after some grumbling the tough men go away. John watches them with eyes sharp as a hawk’s, and something in the back of your brain titters a little warning. But you’re having too lovely of a time with Signor Castellari, so you ignore it.

When you part ways Julius kisses your cheeks and takes your hands in his. “Be good to him, bella,” he says with a glance to John. “No one I know deserves happiness more than him.” 

You don't want to contradict him about your actual relationship with John, so you just nod.

Later you ask, “Did you tell him we're...”

“No, but even if I told him we weren't, he wouldn't have believed me. Sorry. I hope that didn't make you uncomfortable...”

“It's fine,” you say, not offended in the least.

It’s more than fine.

It's incredibly flattering, really, that he thought the two of you could be a match. You're fairly sure you look like an unsophisticated street urchin next to Mr. John Wick.

“Where would you like to go now?” John asks with a little smile, as though he knows you've been hopelessly turned around for the past two days. You’ve managed to find the big landmarks, like the Piazza San Marco and the Doge’s Palace. It’s the smaller sights that have escaped you.

“Let’s go for a walk,” you suggest, wanting to see the city, and knowing you will finally get to do it unmolested with the forbidding figure of John towering at your side.

You are standing on a bridge, watching gondolas go by, when he asks you, “If I told you I have a reservation at Casa Nova, would you have dinner with me?” 

You press your lips nervously. Lunch is one thing, you know, and dinner something else entirely. Two people alone together in an intimate setting, sharing a meal over candlelight with good wine...the thought sends a thrill to the tips of your fingers that’s so intense it’s almost painful.

 “I don't have anything to wear to a place like that,” you admit. You read about it in a Condé Nast magazine on the plane, and you’re pretty sure it has at least one Michelin star. “I'm backpacking. My dresses are literally all rolled up in a bundle.” 

He chuckles at that, a low sound that tugs at your abdomen. He leans a little closer on the railing, and not for the first time this day you just wish he would kiss you.

“What if...I took you shopping?”

You raise an eyebrow to that. “Are you trying to be my sugar daddy, Mr. Wick?” You mean it as a joke, but suddenly there is something electric in the air between you. John's initial embarrassment sharpens to something almost…predatory.

It catches your breath in your throat. 

“Do you want a sugar daddy, y/n?”

You laugh it off nervously, your heart skittering about in your chest. 

“Very funny.”

You have a feeling he wasn’t joking at all.

However, like a gentleman he lets you have the out, but doesn't drop the shopping offer. 

“Let's go to the Calle Larga,” he says, and out of pure curiosity you agree. 

John's idea of shopping is taking you to Gucci.

The impeccable store is filled with beautifully crafted but honestly kind of boring goods, arbitrarily priced at a thousand dollars or more a piece. John fits in perfectly with the smartly dressed clientele, but you? You feel so incredibly out of place amidst the filthy rich people in the shop, and when you look at the price tag on the only dress you vaguely like you think you might break out in hives.

“John...”

You don't recognize it just yet, but you call him John when you're agitated, and Mr. Wick when you're feeling playful. 

He senses the desperation in that one word, and he takes you by the hand, leading you outside. 

“I'm sorry...” you say, because you feel stupid, and not posh enough by half to pull off any of the clothes in that high-end boutique. You are a bonafide gremlin, compared to the unearthly creatures in there. You do not belong, and maybe you’re a coward, but a part of you wishes John would just let you go back to your own plans for the evening. A long solo walk, a cheap slice of pizza, inevitably get lost in the maze of streets and canals, draw a little or read some of your book, before returning to your hard, lumpy hostel bed alone, where you can’t make a fool of yourself.

“Don't be,” he says with an amused little smile that makes your tide of panic recede a little. “I like it that you know this stuff is bullshit,” he soothes you. 

“I just...it’s so out of my wheel house.” You could have paid nearly four months rent for what that dress had cost.

He nods. “It takes some getting used to,” he admits. “I certainly wasn't born into this.” 

You wonder if he’ll ever tell you about his earlier life, but sense this isn’t the time or place to press him.  

“I just don't want you to spend your hard-earned money on stupid things for me.”

“I’m not saying I didn’t work hard for my money…” he offers with a wan little smile. “But it would make me happy to spend it on you. If it would make you happy.” 

You look at him for a long time. He meets your gaze, not flinching. There’s something different about him here. He’s more…open with you, perhaps? It takes some getting used to. He’d never outright admitted his interest in you before, always circling around it, and you wonder what’s changed.

Maybe not even John Wick is immune to the romantic atmosphere of il bel paese.

“Why are you being so good to me?” 

“I like you, y/n. If you haven't noticed.” The corner of his mouth quirks at that. 

It makes you sigh. 

“I like you too, Mr. Wick.”

He makes a small sound in the back of his throat. 

“You can call me John.”

“But do you want me to call you John?” you tease.

He moves a fraction closer, looming over you, and for a heart stopping moment you think maybe now he might finally kiss you?

“Depends,” he admits, his voice gone a little rough, but he doesn't elaborate further.

You feel as though you have a live electric wire sparking under your skin.  

He steps back a little, and again you feel the loss of him like an ache over your heart. You continue to stroll down the street. You are not entirely sure how your hand ends up in his, only that it is there, and you are content. 

None of the high fashion shops really interest you, until you pass by the window of Dolce and Gabbana, and your feet involuntarily slow as you take in the maximalist riot of glitz and color on the mannequin. You've always admired their wildly bedazzled designs, flaming hearts and candy colored jewels with copious gold embroidered trim. Maybe you’re just a crow-brained peasant who’s impressed by shiny things, but they look so fun.

John smiles a little, as though he’s finally answered some question to himself about you. “Aha,” he says teasingly, and you sigh, restraining yourself from pressing your nose to the window like a child outside a candy store.

“Can we just…look?” 

You are trying to be reasonable. 

“We can.” 

As it turns out, you want one of everything in the store.

It's all so over the top, the designs are so artistic and ridiculous and unabashedly joyful, from bejeweled purses to crown-adorned headphones, loud floral dresses and majolica printed silk scarves, and you fight not to betray which pieces catch your eye because you're afraid John might buy them all.

He is drinking in your enjoyment, looking utterly pleased.

Even just the store itself is utterly breathtaking inside, crystal chandeliers, inlaid marble floors and stone pillars. Gilded crown moulding and inlaid wood trim. You could just sit and look at this place like it’s a museum, you reckon.

John is not looking at the building though. He watches you browse with eyes that miss nothing, and it makes you squirm a little. You feel so seen. You’re not sure you like it, like you’ve been caught in the act of enjoying something that you know is absurd.

You feel absolutely silly.

“Try something on,” he urges you. To be practical, you decide to try on a black lace dress. Just in case you might like it. And a pair of black platform wedges printed with crimson red roses…because you can actually walk in them, so it makes sense, you know...

When you exit the dressing room John's gaze darkens, his pupils blown wide with desire, and once again you sense that predatory edge in him. If you had any sense you might have been scared, or at least cautious—but all it does is give you the most exquisite chills, an aching sense of anticipation, and an excess of moisture pooled between your thighs.

“That one,” he confirms, and for the way he looks at you, like you are a bunny in the woods he'd like to eat up whole, the outrageous price of the ensemble seems like a bargain.

[axelsagewrites]

Courting Aemond Targaryen would include:

Pairing: Aemond x f!reader

Masterlist Here

He would be very formal and distant at first 

He would see it as something to do for his family and for his house to start

Alicent would take you in as a handmaiden or lady of Heleanas so you could spend time with your future husband 

He is just as distant in person 

Will kiss your knuckles or hand and bow his head but never speak 

But he'll watch you like a hawk when you're at the castle 

He's entranced by how you speak and move 

He starts showing up to family dinner more often when he realised you attended nightly 

If Aegon showed up for once he'd beeline to sit on your other side, Heleana was always next to you on the other 

And if Aegon spoke to you his jaw would lock and he'd stare his brother down 

It rarely worked to deter him though and sometimes seemed to stoke him on 

Of course the whole time you'd be oblivious to this as you discussed bugs and court life with Heleana

Even during these dinners Aemond rarely spoke 

One time he tried to pay you a compliment on your dress before he walked in the room with you

He stuttered so badly it barely came out before he excused himself and didn't show back at dinner for a few days 

This was when you finally started to pick up on things 

This boy would blush when you sat next to him 

He would convince himself you were only doing it out of obligation and didn't get his hopes up 

However when you attended your first ball at court he glared when you danced with Jace 

It was your first dance of the night and Aemond hated that Jace had the courage he lacked

So Aemond decided fuck it and stole you for the next dance 

And the next and next 

He was the only one you danced with for the rest of the night 

Both your feet were in agony but it was worth it 

Due to the pain he escorted you back to your chambers where you kissed his cheek 

Aemond didn't want to wash that cheek for a week and was obsessed with you after that 

Suddenly he would spend all his time with you asking you questions and listening to your stories 

You would take walks in the garden and have lunch together 

He started leaving gifts in your chambers for you 

Necklaces, lemon cakes, fine wine, silk threads, flowers 

Whatever you wanted he would give

He also started demanding to speed up the courtship and be wed 

He promised to take you out on Vhagar for your honeymoon

It was hard to get Aemonds trust but once you had it he was always by your side, protecting you and loving you 

A/N: only had time to write some head cannons for now since I need to go to a family thing but gonna hopefully write more when I'm home 🤞also will sort out tag lists tonight after that

[crazyotakugal]

Can I get a show of love for a new chapter dropping tomorrow?! 😁🎉🎊

[devieuls]

Obsession

Keigo Takami  x Fem Reader ¡ smut !

Warnings: masturbation, porn addiction, cam girl, overstimulation, masturbation in the workplace, teasing, a little bit of materialism, Hawks Dom, fake femme fatale eroticism.

Synopsis: Japan’s #3 hero has no time to date women or to fuck them for fun, so he throws himself into the world of cam girls, beautiful and erotic girls doing things for money, there he will meet you for the first time, becoming obsessed with you and you... with him

Length: 2K+

First part of.....???

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Hawks was certainly not new to cam sites, he often used them as an alternative to porn when he needed to masturbate and watch some pretty face while he was cumming.

He certainly didn't miss women, they fell at his feet like leaves from trees in autumn, but he didn't want to vent his cravings with a crazy fan or a horny milf of fresh meat. If he had a woman, he would have treated her like a Queen before taking her to bed, not just to vent a momentary craving, he wasn’t the kind of man who used women to throw them away like garbage.

This was one of the many reasons that led him to masturbate in his office when he had to relax, hidden from prying eyes and unwanted attention, while watching pretty girls touch themselves and showing off for money on the cams. He didn’t like porn very much, it was too fake for his taste and sometimes he could also sense the discomfort in the woman who had to follow a signed scene

Later that afternoon, he had a break from his busy schedule. Being a hero was as beautiful as it was stressful, especially if you are the n.3 and you are the young age of 22 years. So he gave himself a moment of leisure with his long neglected intimacy.

Sinking into the comfy chair he typed "cam girl" on his expensive laptop, finding an ocean of sites promoting 'insured fun', but it was one that caught his hawk-eyes " SinfulAngels ".

He didn’t know if it was for the name that contained "Angel " or for the "sin" " who followed him, but became so curious to choose him and enter the site.

From the beginning he could see a lot of live shows of pretty girls trying to attract the attention of the audience through skimpy dresses or sex toys. Things he used to see in these kinds of broadcasts. Yes, the girls were pretty, but no one particularly took his attention... Until a notification appeared in the corner of the screen, "Miss_Desire is now live". Intrigued he clicked the notification and it was there that he saw you. The live already with 3K of people connected, writing in comments and making donations on donations.

You wore red lingerie, ridiculously provocative and sensual, that wrapped your body leaving strategic points uncovered; a body harness made of scarlet leather and chains wrapped the top, connecting to a chocker with "Desire" written on it; The hair lightly collected in a high tiled tail, leaving some strands on your face; Light and provocative make-up, with a red lipstick that made your lips inviting.

Hawks was enchanted at your sight, feeling a familiar tingling between his legs, getting comfortable in the chair and watching you greet the audience. You were, in his eyes, a mix of erotic and angelic, the perfect girl for a site with such a name.

You lay on your stomach while reading some comments left by donors, modest figures but surely appreciated by you. You were starting to warm up with your fingers in your underwear.

< Easy with the chat guys, I can not read you all if you are so fast, slower, mh? > You giggled with a deep voice, you loved to see all those men who turned on the least thing you did. Keigo tried to donate, but the site forced him to create an account first, which he did promptly, both to interact with you and to get your attention. It was the first time he felt the need to be noticed by someone.

The donation system was almost easy to understand:

Roses: low-level donations, the price started from 10¥  to a maximum of 99¥  .

The stars: donations of intermediate level, price between 100¥  and 499¥  .

The fires: high-level donations, the prices were between 500¥ +.

You put yourself together when you got the notification of a donation of 500¥ , making many small fires appear on the screen. You smiled biting your lip reading the name of the donor, a certain "Your.master".

< O-Oh, we have a high player among us... Tell me, my sweet master, what can I do to thank you for the donation? > your voice was playful at first. You loved high-end donors, the ones who had no problem paying big bucks to see you do erotic things for their pleasure. You made fun of them, you knew it was part of your charm, and that made you feel powerful. You weren’t for sale to men, they were slaves to your erotic beauty.

Hawks smiled maliciously at seeing you so confident, imagining what it would be like to see you in real life, appropriating your boldness and your confidence. His wings trembled at the thought of touching your skin caught in some erotic lingerie, imagining it smooth and soft to the touch.

  Your.master: “ Use a vibrator to play with your pretty pussy"  he wrote frantically, leaving a warm sigh. He was already feeling tight, which made him slightly nervous.

In the structure there were still his employees and sidekicks. Who knows how inappropriate and dangerous it would be if they caught him masturbating in front of a screen for a camgirl. Yet another thrill shook his back and he simply sent one of his feathers to lock the door, hoping not to be questioned about burrocratic things.

You laughed at his request, it was something you had done before, but never for such a sum of money, surely exaggerated. You didn’t object and got out of bed, going to a shelf attached to the wall, moaning while looking for the suitable vibrator to give you pleasure. When you found it you went back to the bed that was placed right in front of the cam, you sat with your legs open and took a deep and calm breath.  

Hawks licked his lips seeing you in that position, dressed in lingerie and chains, God would have thrown you on that bed in front of everyone, making you forget you were live and working. Filling you up, getting drunk on him...

< You’re new. I’ve never seen you before, master > you mumbled the title provocatively, making Hawks tighter and tighter in those cargo pants he was wearing. < Naked or dressed? > you asked nicely, while activating the vibrator in your hands.

Your.master: I am new and wanted to pay homage, anyway babybird dressed.

< I love homage...> your tone was mischievous and provocative, alluding to much more. Hawks' head was already flying with imagination.

You bit your lower lip, starting to press the toy on your pussy, panting slightly and moaning with pleasure. Your head fell backwards as your chest swelled to recover air, your eyes closed and your fingers fiddling with the object between your legs. Hawks unbuttoned his pants and unzipped releasing his already hard cock. He took off a glove with his teeth, throwing it on the desk, then began to massage his cock to seek relief.

< Little perverts... mhh... are you touching for me already? Take it easy, I like to see you exasperated by my body > you said between the moans and grumbles, making you even more erotic in the eyes of the Hero. Something in those words sent a wave of blood over his cock, causing him to ache in need.

You arched your back when you hit your still covered clit, squeaking with pleasure, leaving the vibrator at that point. You swear with pleasure as the chains rattled on your chest because of your spasms. Began to sway your hips to relieve the tension that was building up inside you. Your free hand squeezed on the sheets, pulling them to find a comfortable hook for that fire that was eating you inside.

Your.master:  Babybird... I need you to hold on a little

Hawks did not know how hard he could write on the keyboard, as his other hand had already begun to move to relieve him while his eyes were mesmerized by your body movements.

He found the sounds you left so damn exciting, the way your legs were shaking for pleasure, your wheezing, the little twitching you were having when you hit a sensitive spot. He was already so drunk on you, after so few minutes.

His  hand was moving faster and faster around his aching dick, breathing heavily and holding back the hoarse moans, while you tried to resist the need to cum in your expensive lingerie. You had to satisfy the requests of a good suitor like him, No one has ever offered you so much money immediately, especially to do something so innocent compared to other requests.

Hawks was eager to cum, yes, but he respected women, even those who did an erotic profession like you. He didn’t want to see you naked right away, so he thought, even though a voice inside him told him he would be jealous if everyone looked at your pretty pussy. As if they hadn’t seen her before him..

Your face was red and tired, your mouth open as you moaned louder and louder, drooling a little with pleasure, your eyes ajar and watery as you tried to keep your legs open and not come. Such sweet torture for your already wet pussy but a heavenly view for the blond on the other side of the screen. He felt closer and closer and when he wrote you could come, you released yourself against the vibrating object and on your fingers, soiling the bottom of your underwear. Your orgasm was so strong and intense that it made Hawks cum too.

He leaned his forehead against the glass desk and sighed heavily, it was intense enough that masturbating in front of a live, so intense that he felt slightly dirty inside, but he liked it. Her face was slightly red due to orgasm and shortness of breath due to the multiple times she had held her breath for watching you, her eyes slightly tired and her balls definitely a little emptier than before.

Your.master donated 1000 ¥

You crawled back, still shaking for the orgasm, to the computer to read the notification, you couldn’t believe it. All that money to stay fully dressed and use a vibrator. You just assumed before, but now you were sure, You should have held on to that boy. You know, your golden goose.

Your.master : You were fantastic, nightingale.

< Someone is really spoiling me between compliments and donations, beware my dear followers, there is a new opponent in live >  giggles ironic, then back slightly serious. < Anyway, thank you, master > 

Your voice was still broken by your orgasm, slightly weighted but always deep and sensual. An unusual stamp for a cam girl, as many pointed to infantilism and pretending to be innocent and angelic, almost golden.

The hero loved the character you played, was already obsessed with it, fucking real, erotic and to eat...

He was already ready to make more donations, asking for more things to do for him, but someone knocked on his office door and forced him to leave your live show. He cleaned up the mess he had made with some wipes and handkerchiefs, trying to pick up all his cum, then cleaning his wet dick and fixing his hero uniform, returning completely professional.

He sighed slightly frustrated at not being able to see you again and sent one of his feathers to unlock the door, then snapped a < Forward. > slightly too sour for his usual friendly tone.

At that moment he would kill his secretary who brought him some documents, but remained calm while she timidly explained some things about his agency and future events. Not knowing that his mind was still on your red lingerie and vibrator that he so envied for touching you down there.

God, he already wanted to hear your voice again and see you still basking in bed, clutching those sheets... who knows what it would have been like to fuck you, making you feel all its greatness inside. Would you have tightened the sheets like that? would your legs have shaken?

He knew, he was almost certain.

He knew himself too well to lie to himself. He was obsessing over you, slowly, but he was.

Hawks, hero #3, a prodigy who climbed the podium effortlessly, was obsessed with a cam girl whose name he didn’t even know. Pathetic.

-----------------------------AUTHOR'S NOTES ---------------------------

Maybe this will be a mini-series, I’m already going to write the second part, but I don’t know how many parts will come out and when they will come out. I hope you enjoyed this first part.

- Mel

[domxmarvel]

3K follower Boba shop event-My hero academia edition

Inspo:bestbakubros

Guidelines 

Start: March 1st 2023 End: March 20 2023

Please submit all request in the form of asks

Order:

Size

Base

Flavor

Topping

Dessert 

Please let me know what gender or pronouns you want for the reader

(Click to zoom in.If you're having difficulty reading anything you can find them in text format under the cut)

Size:

Small-Headcanon

Large-Imagine

Base:

Milk tea-fluff

Green tea-angst

fruit tea-Smut

Flavor:

brown sugar-Shoto todoroki

Matcha -Izuku midoriya/Deku

Strawberry-Mina ashido

Green Apple-Tsuyu asui 

Orange-Tenya Iida

Lemon-Denki kaminari

Lychee-Eijiro kirishima

vanila-Mezou shoji

Plum-Kyouka Jiro

Peach-Momo Yaoyorozu

Taro-Tamaki Amajiki

blackberry-Fumikage Tokoyami

Mocha-Dabi/Toya todoroki

Watermelon-Himiko Toga

blueberry-Tomura Shigaraki

Mango-Hawks/Keigo takami

Coffee-Shota Aizawa/Eraserhead

Caramel-All might/ Toshinori Yagi

Banana-President mic/ Hizashi Yamada

Pudding (flan)-Fatgum/ Taishiro Toyomitsu 

Lavender-Hitoshi Shinso

acai-Gang orca/Kugo Sakamata

Coconut-Mirko/rumi Usagiyama

Passion Fruit-Vlad king/Sekijiro Kan

Raspberry-Mei Hatsume

Topping:

Boba-Gender neutral

Popping boba-Female 

Jelly-Male

Dessert:

Croissants- “You look really good in my clothes”

Pie- Short quick kiss,followed by pulling them in for a longer kiss

Macarons- “I love you”

Éclair-“You’re the most beautiful being on the earth”

Cannoli-hero x villain

Tarts-“Come back to bed”

cheesecake- "why did you do that?" "Because I love you!" 

Sponge cake-“You’re the only person I want to spend my life with”

Brownie-Cuddling 

cake pop-Sick 

S’mores-Birthday

Strawberry Shortcake-“This reminded me of you”

Gingerbread-“Can I kiss you?”

Honey Bun-“I know you had a bad day, so I made you cookies”

Churro-“You promised!”

Cinnamon Twist-Praise 

Cookie Dough-Patching  them up 

Cotton Candy-Wedding

Caramel Apple-“You lied to me” “I did” “You told me you loved me” “I do”

Caramel Popcorn-spy

Carrot Cake-Fake dating

Cookie Sandwich-“What if someone sees us?”

Waffle-only one bed

Crepe-“I’ve never kissed someone before”

[kittyfuckincheshire]

HIS FAVORITE THING TO DO IN BED

MHA x READER ONESHOTS FLUFF,LEMON

Shoto Todoroki-

He likes to tease you,rubbing his hands up and down your body, in between your thighs, he likes to watch your body shake and shiver in anticipation.

Bakugo Katsuki-

He likes to bite your neck and push you down, he likes feeling your soft flesh between his lips, he likes to hear you moan and grab his hair.

Izuku Midoriya-

He is really sweet,he will kiss you all over and literally worship you, had a bad day? don't worry he has snacks and a favorite drink ready for you before you lay down and then when you do lay down he gives you a massage until you fall asleep.

Tokoyami-

He likes to finger you until you feel like you can't breath, rubbing his fingers on your clit, while thrusting his deft fingers inside you, curling and scissoring you. Blissfully stretching you out while placing soft kisses and pecks.to your neck. The feeling of your back arching against his chest makes him wild. He loves to dominate you and is very kinky.

KIRISHIMA-

He likes to fuck you in missionary pose,so he can look at how happy hes making you,He also likes to kiss you roughly to feel you pant, he'll also rub your sides as he fucks you hard.

DENKI-

Hes hesitant about touching you so he always wears condoms, even on his finger so he doesn't accidentally shock you. You dont mind though,he loves it when you suck him off, he loves the feeling of your tongue along his veins so Much that he spasms when you lick his shaft somtimes.

SHINSOU-

he loves tying you up and edgeing you over and over until your begging him to let you relese. Mans a tease and he can't deny it. Sometimes with your consent he'll use his quick to help you relax after a hard day, he'll even experiment incorporating his quick into sex if you wana.

SERO-

He loves to fondle your nipples and boobs, yep he's a boob guy. He likes to feel your flesh in his fingers while he stands behind you and kisses your shoulder and neck drawing moans from you. I kinda feel like he would be into bondage but that's up yo yall.

SHOJI-

He likes to eat you out while kissing and fingering you. He's gotten so good at controlling his limbs that it drives you insane while your in bed. Hell kiss you with.his real mouth while licking your clit with one of his limbs and fingers you with his hands. He will go to ex stream lengths to male you feel good.

lIDA-

He was never the one to "fuck" around in bed. Kiss,fuck and done. He never really does it for his own pleasure, but on occasion when he gets horny, he'll tie you up and slam you against the head rest.

DABI-

He likes to grind against you to tease you, and turn him on. You can feel his cock against you while he does this begging to be freed and it drives you crazy. Also this !an loves to bite you and give you hickeys all the time weather your in bed and alone.or your sitting at the bar he will be sticking and biting your neck. No shame.

SHIGIRAKI-

He likes tying you up and controlling you. He likes to see you try to hold BA k your emotions and control your self. !and a tease at times, and he loves it when you cock warm him in bed weather its in bed or while he's gaming he loves it.

HAWKS-

hawks loves to fuck you hard while useing his feathers to rub circles on your clit and tits, he loves it when you suck him off and look at him at the same time. Sometimes he'll let you preen his feathers in bed but usually he's focussed on your pleasure.

AIZAWA-

Will finger you while he sucks on your neck and he's got your hands tied up behind your back fucking you hard loves pet names like kitten and loves it when you call him daddy or sir. He's definitely one that will give you over stimulation and multiple orgasam denials before he lets you cum.

HIZASHI-

He's a loud guy even in bed hes constantly telling you how good you are for him and calling you pet names like songbird or sunshine. He's kinda like a bunny in bed he's got stamina but he is also really rough to it kinda like the perfect balance with him.

Sorry guys for taking so long to post this I had a bunch of shit happen this month and I kinda forgot to post so here is a new one for y'all to gobble up.😽

[schrodingerscougar]

You'll be mine (John Price x reader x Tangerine)

Note: fem!reader, special appearance by John Price from CoD. I'll let you decide how it ends. Will Tan win her over? Fuck it, let's vote at the end.

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“You asked your girlfriend to join us?” Tangerine asked the moment John finished his sentence, the grimace on his face making the man believe he was completely against the idea. 

So the soldier tilted his head to the side a little, his blue eyes examining the younger man’s expression as if he was trying to figure out why he wouldn’t want his girl to spend the evening with them. He was smitten with you, he would never deny it, but he couldn’t think of a reason why anyone would think you weren’t pleasant to be around. To him, you were the brightest star in the sky, the sunshine in his dark and cold life. 

After a minute or so of silence, John finally licked his lower lip and said, “We don’t have to spend the whole evening together, mate. She’ll be here soon and we’ll be out of your hair right away.” 

Even though he said that in a casual way, the captain wasn’t as cool about it as he might have sounded to the other two men. They were probably his only normal friends, he wanted them to get along with his girlfriend, and he wanted you to be friends with them too. Just like he always wanted you to get along with his family members. If anything happened to him, he would want you to have people to rely on. 

Little did he know that the problem wasn’t that Tangerine didn’t like you. No, quite the opposite and Lemon was fully aware of that. They were brothers, he knew it from the way he was looking at you, the way he talked about you, the little comments he dropped about how much better he would treat you. It was oh so obvious to him, but whenever he asked, he was just told it wasn’t like that. “She’s a nice gal, that’s all,” was all he said usually. 

And even now, Lemon saw the way Tangerine shifted in his seat the moment you entered the pub, he saw the way his brother’s eyes followed your every move like a hawk, and he even noticed a jealous glint crossing those same blue eyes when John sneaked a hand around your waist and pulled you into a kiss as a greeting. 

“My glass is empty, I’ll grab a drink. You want anything?” he asked John, seemingly ignoring you.

But he was only ignoring you because it was easier to deal with the pain of you not being his precious little doll. You seemed to be head over heels for John, a man whose taste in football teams was a lot, lot worse than his taste in women. The honorary military man, the good boy, the one who was complicated and perfectly capable of protecting you just like him.

John declined the offer before he returned his attention to you, but Lemon knew he should go with him to the bar. The two of them walked over there and occupied two empty chairs, and it was Tangerine who broke the silence, finally saying out loud what his brother had been aware of all along. 

“I want her. That girl is killing me,” he admitted with a sour face before he turned to the bartender to order another glass of whiskey. “I need to make her see that she should ditch John and be with me. I like the guy, don’t get me wrong, but she deserves better. I would treat her so much better…”

At this point, Lemon stopped listening to his brother and only shook his head as he also ordered something to drink. He needed more alcohol to handle Tangerine’s bad mood, even if he was keen to help him get over this stupid idea of his. You were taken, simple as that, and he was ready to use another Thomas & Friends reference to help him come to his senses despite knowing well enough it would only enrage him. 

And then his ears picked up a sentence he really, really wished he didn’t hear. “I’ll kidnap her. I’ll lock her in an apartment and spoil her rotten there,” Tangerine stated confidently before finishing his drink. 

“For fuck’s sake,” Lemon muttered under his breath. “All right, listen to me. You definitely cannot kidnap her. John and his friends from the SAS would quickly find you and I have no idea how far they would go to make you pay for kidnapping his girl. And if they dig a little deeper, they’ll find out what we do for a living. I like John, he’s like my only normal friend at the moment. I don’t want him to turn on me.”

Tangerine rolled his eyes at him. “Bollocks, you have a lot of friends.”

“Name one.”

“Thomas,” he replied with a shit-eating grin. 

Lemon took a deep breath to calm himself, but then he said, “Fuck you.”

Without saying another word, Tangerine stood up and made his way back to you and John, not bothering to check if his brother was following him. He immediately noticed you even in the crowd, as if there was a ray of light shining upon you, illuminating your lovely figure to stand out. But when he checked your surroundings, he didn’t see John anywhere. Did he leave you here all alone? What a bastard. Leaving such a pretty little thing on her own in such a place.

Well, that was good as he already had the whole kidnapping planned out. He would spike your drink when John wasn’t around using a drug an acquaintance of his would deliver to him, then he would take you to his secret rented apartment downtown. Once you wake up, he would give you a story about how you acted weird, and since John wasn’t around, he took it on himself to keep you safe. All because he was such a good friend.

“Where’s John?” he asked when he sat down across from you. 

You gave him a small smile, but when he looked into your eyes, he noticed they mirrored the sadness that was probably eating you from the inside. “He had to go. Work stuff,” you added quietly. 

He always had to leave for work, sometimes for weeks or months, leaving you behind all alone. Well, he wasn’t about to let a poor thing like you suffer, so he reached out to squeeze your hand. “And he left you here all alone? Why didn’t you come over to us, love?” he asked in a sickeningly sweet voice. 

Before you could answer, Lemon joined you at the table, sitting next to his brother then pushing a glass of mojito in front of you. When you gave him a questioning look, he flashed a smile at you. “Didn’t want you to dry out and miss the fun. Come on, it will help. And don’t look this sad, we’re here to entertain you,” he told you, looking over at Tangerine when he said the word we. 

The bright smile that appeared on your rosy lips made Tangerine happy, but this happiness disappeared the moment you shook his hand off of yours and reached for the glass. He could have strangled his brother at this moment. Why couldn’t he keep his distance and let him do what he wanted? Yes, he was against the kidnapping plan, but why not let him try another way to convince you? He could be a charmer if he wanted to. 

“I don’t like it when you look sad,” Tangerine noted with a small smile, having a hard time fighting the urge to reach out for your hand again. “Come on, tell me what you want to do tonight. Do you want to go out for dinner? Watch a movie? Or do you want to go clubbing?”

This made you let out a chuckle, but you raised the glass to your lips before saying anything in response. The poor man was way too impatient to sit in silence, but when he opened his mouth to tell you that he would be up for anything your heart desired, Lemon kicked him in the shin to stop him. He even glared at him as if he was ready to glue his lips together just to shut him up. So Tangerine gave up and kept smiling at you, doing his best to be patient. 

“I don’t really feel like going out. I only came here because John invited me. We were planning to go back to his place and watch a movie,” you finally explained to them. 

“That’s a great idea! Too bad Lemon has other plans and can’t stay for long,” Tangerine told you with a sigh, then looked over at his brother to silently tell him to play along. 

Apparently he got the message, because he turned to you and nodded with a sad look on his face. “Yeah, I have plans, but it’s nothing I can’t cancel,” he said. 

“Which is something you shouldn’t do. Would Thomas do that? Would he cancel plans?” 

You had already heard of Lemon and his Thomas & Friends obsession, so you couldn’t help but laugh when Tangerine brought it up. It was kind of cute, really, how the two of them were bickering so much. Lemon didn’t lie, they were truly ready to entertain you. “Okay, seriously, just go, I’ll be fine on my own. I’ll pour a glass of wine, sit on the couch, and watch some terrible reality show until I pass out,” you told them kindly. 

But Tangerine wasn’t about to give up. He leaned forward and hooked his index finger under your necklace to gently pull you closer over the table. “Not on my watch, sweetheart. Lemon can go wherever he wants, but we will have some fun together, okay?”

He would lay the groundwork with a night spent alone, showing you how much more fun life with him would be. Kidnapping you was now well behind him, he had changed his mind along the way and decided to change your mind in a more subtle way. If everything went according to his plan, you would have the best night of your life, and the two of you would plan more nights out like this while John was gone. By the time he returned, you would be ready to admit that your relationship with him was going nowhere, that with his hectic schedule and the dangers which came with his job your future was doomed. 

And then he would step forward, providing a shoulder for you to cry on, being your emotional support until you were ready to open up for new possibilities. He would be there like a loyal dog, always a phone call away, always caring, always listening. Slowly but surely you would see him as an option for a new boyfriend, and oh, he was so eager to impress you in every possible way. 

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My Hero Academia X Reader

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Z1W0NLh by Ace_hazbin You can request fluff and cute shit or Give me anything your freakish little minds can think of the only things I draw the line on is (non-con, shit kink, anything to do with kids) anything else is open. Character: Deku Bakugo Todoroki Mina Denki Kirishima Dabi Shigaraki Toga Aizawa All Might Endeavour Midnight Say if you want fem, male, non-binary, trans, anything you want! Words: 76, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Inko, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Sako Atsuhiro | Mr. Compress, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Ashido Mina, Kaminari Denki, Kirishima Eijirou, Todoroki Rei, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Shinsou Hitoshi, Toga Himiko Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki/Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki/Uraraka Ochako, Bakugou Katsuki/Reader, Bakugou Katsuki & Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Ashido Mina & Bakugou Katsuki & Kaminari Denki & Kirishima Eijirou & Sero Hanta, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako, Midoriya Izuku & Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku & Shinsou Hitoshi, Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks, Todoroki Shouto/Yaoyorozu Momo, Todoroki Shouto/Reader, Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Reader, Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Todoroki Shouto, Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Takami Keigo | Hawks, Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko/Reader, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Midoriya Inko/Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Yagi Toshinori | All Might/Reader, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Reader, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Kayama Nemuri | Midnight & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Takami Keigo | Hawks/Reader, Takami Keigo | Hawks/Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor/Reader, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor/Todoroki Rei, Toga Himiko/Uraraka Ochako Additional Tags: Fluff and Smut, Smut, Lemon, Face-Fucking, Breast Fucking, Fucking, Fucking Machines, Threesome - F/M/M, Students, Doggy Style, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Sex Toys, Gay Sex, Public Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Lesbian Sex, Shower Sex, Phone Sex read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Z1W0NLh

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What Would Mha characters do during (Here)

by HoneyyBunn

This book is a one-shot book full of wholesome and slightly unwholesome content. Any character, any ship (No minor x adult or crimes)! This is also a reader insert book so feel free to give y/n prompts!

Words: 116, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Characters: Yaoyorozu Momo, Midoriya Izuku, Kaminari Denki, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Jirou Kyouka, Asui Tsuyu, Uraraka Ochako, Toga Himiko, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Ashido Mina, Iida Tenya, Aoyama Yuuga, Ojiro Mashirao, Kouda Kouji, Satou Rikidou, Shouji Mezou, Sero Hanta, Tokoyami Fumikage, Hagakure Tooru, Mineta Minoru, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, League of Villains (My Hero Academia), Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Class 1-B (My Hero Academia), Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Bubaigawara Jin | Twice, Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, Monoma Neito, Shinsou Hitoshi, Eri (My Hero Academia), Toogata Mirio, Amajiki Tamaki

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako, Midoriya Izuku/Shinsou Hitoshi, Midoriya Izuku/Reader, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Jirou Kyouka/Kaminari Denki, Ashido Mina/Kirishima Eijirou, Iida Tenya/Uraraka Ochako, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Todoroki Shouto/Yaoyorozu Momo, Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks, Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Toga Himiko/Uraraka Ochako, Amajiki Tamaki/Toogata Mirio

Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Manga & Anime, Fan Comics, Sad, Fluff and Angst, Angst, Lemon, Hurt/Comfort, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Hugs, Oneshot Prompts Challenge, Late Night Conversations, Sleepy Cuddles, Morning Cuddles, Sleepy Kisses

source: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52543363