#he used to eat staples. there is no way they don’t tease him about that

[sodamnbored]

Thalia, handing out snacks on a quest: Here, have a candy bar.

Jason, wrinkling his nose: Oh, no thank you. I’m not big on junk food.

Thalia, rolling her eyes: Oh sure. You used to eat staples for breakfast, but now your body’s a temple.

[lvlybin]

what about la perla? let vickie keep her secret

summary   ༝༚༝༚ … ZB1 legal line & a girlfriend with small boobs 18+ MINORS DNI

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爱    ࿁ ⠀ ˚⠀ warnings … talk of insecurities / body insecurities, so. much. praise, body worshipping (f!receiving), tit play, nipple play, tit sucking, marking, p in v sex / (implied) unprotected sex, dollification & lingerie, mentions of shibari, mentions of public stuff, matthew's kind of a perv in his part, mirror sex, SIZE KINK >_<, cum play / cum eating, mentions of taking *sexual* pictures

✉️ this is very, very, very self-indlugent. and it goes out to all of my other girls who are a part of the itty-bitty titty committee <3

ㅤ ⎯⎯ㅤ 𝓙iwoong ﹙𝓴.﹚ㅤ

Making sure you feel good is Jiwoong’s top priority. You will always know that he loves your body just the way it is (and that you don’t have to change anything to fit whatever standards the world has come up with) because he’s always telling you how beautiful you are. “Boobs are boobs” is the motto you’ve come up with, and Jiwoong agrees. That means he’s always showing you that just because your chest is smaller, it doesn’t mean your tits can’t be played with or taken care of. And he knows that smaller boobs get sore too, especially when they begin to swell a little before your period. So, breast massages have become a staple in your relationship. With the way he’ll lay with you–your back to his chest and your head tilted back onto his shoulder, you feel so loved. Jiwoong knows it feels good when his fingers gently knead the mounds of flesh, not stimulating your nipples to tease you just a little, but when you whine it doesn’t take long for him to give in. Then, he’s squeezing them gently before taking the little buds between his fingers to roll them gently and every now and then running the pads of his fingers over the nerves he’s coaxed into stiff peaks to get you to shiver. He knows how sensitive you are and he uses it to his advantage. By the time he’s done, you feel genuinely relaxed apart from the wetness pooling in your panties. And after that, the massage session usually ends with you sinking down onto his thick cock, his lips all over your tits as he looks up at you.

ㅤ ⎯⎯ㅤ 𝓗ao ﹙𝔃.﹚

Hao loves spoiling his pretty girl in every way. Whether that be with compliments or soft talks about how he loves your body just the way it is, or by making you feel so so pretty. He adores how soft and dainty you look with the pretty tops you wear, and it just causes him to buy you even more things to wear, which includes lingerie. Yes, he knows you prefer not to wear bras because–well, you don’t really need them, but Hao loves how they look on you. And he knows that while you would never admit it, it makes you feel extra pretty wearing them too. Hao’s favorite are the lace ones with no padding so the fabric is kind of see-through. That way he can still see the natural size of your breasts and at the same time, he can see your cute nipples that are erect against the material. Loves sucking on your boobs over the lingerie, seeing how his saliva leaves damp circles that will cool and only add more pleasure to your already sensitive nipples. I also think that Hao would indulge in a bit of shibari. Maybe not with rope, but with something prettier like ribbons. It would just make him so horny to see the intricate designs over your skin and how it forces your tits to stick out a little. And the process of preparing it all is a turn-on for him too–the way he’ll handle you so gently and build up the tension until he snaps. But what makes everything even better is Hao taking everything off to reveal your adorable body. It’s like unwrapping a present for him >_<

ㅤ ⎯⎯ㅤ 𝓗anbin ﹙𝓼.﹚ㅤ

He already thinks you’re the most precious thing to ever grace this earth, so the fact that you’re smaller than him only adds to it (DEFINITELY would call your tits adorable every chance he gets). Hanbin doesn’t place all of the value of your relationship into your body, obviously, your emotional connection is much more important, but Hanbin is such a boob guy. Small, big, squishy–whatever, so he could care less about what size your breasts are. He loves how he can cover the entirety of them with just his hands and hold you, the little brushes of his rough palms causing your nipples to harden and he’s obsessed with feeling that reaction. Not to mention how sensitive you are. It’s become a goal of his to get you to an orgasm just by playing with your tits. Absolutely will stick his head under your shirt while you’re cuddling to gently run his tongue over your nipples and then softly suck them. His hands have to hold your wrists down as you twitch and whine at the feeling (“Doing so good for me, baby” / “So sensitive, I know, but you’ll do it for me, right?”), but it’s one of his many ways of worshipping your body. Hanbin just wants you to feel confident in every way, and this form of reassurance means the world to you. Plus, he just loves sucking on your tits.

ㅤ ⎯⎯ㅤ 𝓜atthew ﹙𝓼.﹚

Matthew has an appreciation for your body just because well–it’s you. And anything that has to do with you has his love immediately. Certain perks come with a girlfriend with smaller breasts which Matthew is extra grateful for though. Especially how you practically never wear bras. It’s his favorite when you go out together and you’re wearing a dainty, thin top because then, he can see the small curve of your tits and the swell of your nipples the entire time. Not that he would ever admit it (because it kind of makes him feel like a pervert), but he would end up staring at your boobs every chance he would get. Lowkey would have to fight off the urge to reach over and tug at one of your nipples (he is totally into public stuff, but I’ll get into that another time…) because he knows it would make you mad. That, and he wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable. Especially since you have so much trust in him. Also, Matthew loves it when you wear oversized shirts because it gives him easy access to slip his hands up to your breasts. He likes to simply hold them sometimes, feeling the weight in his hands and how they fit so perfectly in his palms. When you’re cuddling or when you’re doing something in the kitchen, Matthew will sneak in behind you and gently move his hands under your shirt to hold you. It feels intimate to him and he loves the way you react to it. Bonus points if the oversized shirt you’re wearing is one of his.

ㅤ ⎯⎯ㅤ 𝓣aerae ﹙𝓴.﹚

I know that Taerae is known for how good he is at using his mouth and his tongue, and this applies here too. He loves how it doesn’t take too much for him to get you to react to his lips, and how easy it is to leave large marks on your tits. The love bites he leaves on your skin are always dark and look a little bigger than they do everywhere else. Probably because Taerae loves to see how much of your boob he can fit in his mouth. That and, there isn’t too much space with your size, so it doesn’t take him long to cover your chest in hickies. Highkey has an oral fixation when it comes to you, and whenever he gets bored or if you guys are watching a movie or something, he’s sucking on your tits. He’s obsessed with how he can just rest his chin on your ribs and lap at the mounds, leaving his marks all over them and calming whatever need he feels to show you that you’re his. If you let him near your chest, your nipples are gonna be sore (lowkey bruised) after he’s done with them. And then, the little comments start: “Look so pretty with hickies all over your cute tits” / “Maybe you shouldn’t put your shirt back on so I can see the marks I left. Aren’t your nipples sore anyways? Let me rub them–” This man. And then of course, if you’re ever feeling self-conscious about them, Taerae won’t hesitate to show you how much he loves your natural size and why you should love it just as much too.

ㅤ ⎯⎯ㅤ 𝓡icky ﹙𝓼.﹚

While each and every one of the legal line would praise you for your smaller chest and try to soothe your insecurities (if you were feeling them) as much as possible, Ricky is just a bit above the rest. You aren’t sure how he makes complimenting your boobs sound romantic, but he manages and the words turn you on almost as much as they make you feel more confident. When you’re getting dressed in the morning, Ricky loves to guide you over to the mirror in your bedroom and have you look at your body as he whispers little affirmations and reassurances in your ear. His hands would move up to cup the soft curve and thumb at your nipples a little, making your knees feel a little weak. God forbid if you say something bad about your tits in front of Ricky because then you’re getting fucked in front of any mirror he can get his hands on (maybe not God forbid then?) so he can show you how gorgeous you are. And it’s not in a punishing way, but in a way where he’s trying to show you how much he loves you. Tells you how perfect you are as he gently fucks you, barely pulling out before sinking back in to feel your warmth clench around him. Overall he’s just a big softie who thinks you deserve the world. Ricky will worship every part of you if given the opportunity, especially the parts of your body you’re worried about because they need as much love as the rest of you and he’s happy to provide.

ㅤ ⎯⎯ㅤ 𝓖yuvin ﹙𝓴.﹚ㅤ

SIZE KINK TO THE MAX. Gyuvin is already large compared to the average human, but compared to you? He looks like he could break you in half. So yeah, he loves seeing how small your tits look compared to his hands, but his favorite thing is cumming on them. The sight of his throbbing cock over them only leads to him holding you down to rub himself all over your boobs to help him finish. The drag of your nipples along his length is a sensation he never would’ve expected to feel so amazing and it’s become one of his favorite ways to get off. And his dick is almost as long as your top half, so that’s a huge turn-on for him as well. When he does cum, Gyuvin loves seeing the white ropes cover your chest and since your boobs are so small, they’re practically covered in his release after he’s done. The image is one Gyuvin has definitely taken pictures of too. But then, he’s swiping his cum off of your breasts with his large fingers and feeding it to you :P Apart from that, despite his teasing personality, Gyuvin is always so reassuring about the size of your breasts. And while it might take some time, he makes sure you know how you’re just as desirable with your smaller chest and he never lets you forget it. If you do say something though, he won’t hesitate to remind you (in more ways than one) <3

ㅤ ⎯⎯ㅤ 𝓖unwook ﹙𝓹.﹚ㅤ

SIZE KINK PART 2 (seriously, him and Gyuvin are just huge). Loves seeing your boobs in his hands, how he can squeeze them and his hands still don’t struggle to hold onto them. How when he pinches your nipples between his fingers, they seem so little and the rush Gunwook gets when he has to remember to not use his full strength because you’re so sensitive is unlike anything he’s ever felt before. Maybe he shouldn’t like the idea, but he can’t help it–it makes him feel needed by you and causes his protectiveness to kick in. Showing you love in every form also makes him feel needed, so even if you don’t ask for it, he’s praising every part of you. Gunwook’s absolute favorite though is just watching them. Doesn’t matter if you’re riding him or if his hips are pressed against yours in missionary, he loves seeing how the small mounds bounce with how powerful his thrusts are. Shows him just how good he’s fucking you and clues him into the fact that you’re gonna need his help to get around the next day. Because with the smaller size, it’s easier for him to get reactions out of you that aren’t ones of pain or discomfort. Basically, Gunwook wants to see how easy it is for him to manhandle you and he just likes seeing your cute tits bounce ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Plus, he knows how the movement only adds to your pleasure, so that makes everything even better.

[enrichment-time-in-my-enclosure]

18+ MDNI!!!!

NSFW under the cut

Soft Sex with Dabi

Dabi is not the most… open with his emotions.

He loves you, he knows it and so do you. He shows it in his own way.

He loves feeling like your protector, swears he’d kill anyone who would even dare to look at you wrong. He’s proven it before too, having burnt multiple guys who have tried hitting on you to ash.

He loves to show you off, having you sat comfortably in his lap during League meetings (much to Shigarakis displeasure) and making sure you’re securely in his arms when the league is lounging in the bar. They all need to know you’re his.

Most of all, he loves fucking you into his bed so hard that your makeup stays on his pillow and you can barely walk for days. That’s how he expresses his love the most. He’s rough and unforgiving, leaving marks and handprints on your body and bruising your cervix with every thrust.

Don’t get it twisted, you love when he does that too. You love him in all ways, but your expression tends to be much softer.

You care for the man who never got the attention he deserved and so desperately craved. In quiet moments you run your fingers through his box-dyed hair and massage his scalp until he eventually falls asleep against your chest, his relaxed expression almost giving him an innocent boyish look despite all his hardships.

You make sure he eats after missions, making him food so he can come home and relax, not having to think about his next meal.

You let him talk to you for hours about his life before he was “Dabi.” You’re the only one he wants to tell about it. He vents about his family, how they wronged him, how much he actually misses his mother.

You love him purely, in the softest way you possibly can, because you know he needs it.

So one night, when Dabi starts to slide his hands up your thighs and under your skirt in the middle of the bar, and the two of you get to making out on his bed, you make a proposition to him:

“Can I take care of you tonight, love?”

He lets out a little scoff at your statement before realizing that you’re serious. He’s not used to relinquishing control, and he’s definitely not accustomed to doing anything gentle.

“Babe, you know how I am. I’m gonna get restless the second you start to tease and you’ll end up pinned-“

“Just let me baby, I wanna try something…”

His eyes widen at your insistence. Never have you been so persistent at getting what you want in bed before. Every time before now had consisted of you giving yourself to him completely, letting him make a mess of you and claim you as his own.

“Jus’ wanna show you how much I love you, Dabi…”

He can’t say no to you. Not when you’re pleading this way. Looking down at him so sweetly from your place on his lap. Professing your love for him.

“Sure, doll, go ahead. But if I decide it’s not my style you’re getting flipped straight onto your stomach.”

You giggle at his “threat” and he thinks it’s the most angelic sound he’s ever heard.

Slowly but surely you begin to kiss down the scars on his neck, making your way to his collarbone and the bit of chest that his low cut shirt exposed.

You slide your hands under his shirt to feel his marred chest. Soft skin meeting rough scars with only a haphazardly placed row of staples patch it together.

A soft gasp leaves his lips as you grind softly down on his painfully hard bulge.

“You’re killin’ me doll face. Can’t just tease like this…”

“You’re really pretty, Touya.”

He stops in his tracks and stares into your eyes at the mention of that name. You’ve only called him that a few times before, never in bed, only ever when he was having one of his rare vulnerable moments.

You wanted to see him. All of him. Raw and unmasked and at your mercy. Not that you wanted to take advantage of him, no, quite the opposite.

You slowly lift his shirt above his head and push on his chest until his back meets the admittedly worn out mattress.

He looks at you like you’re the only thing in the world that could ever save him. Like you could forgive every sin he’s ever committed.

You kiss down his chest until you reach the button of his jeans. Instead of unbuttoning it and touching him where he needs you most, you reach to interlace your fingers with his.

He pauses before locking his digits in yours, reciprocating the incredibly soft action.

This isn’t his style. Not at all. Something in him aches at the gentleness. It almost feels like guilt.

He can’t seem to get a word out.

“Is this okay Touya?”

“Mmhm- keep goin doll…”

If he spoke just a word more he might have choked on it. You remove your dominant hand from his, still holding the other, and skillfully unbutton his jeans with one hand. Reluctantly he releases your other hand so you can pull his pants and boxers down.

“I’m not gonna suck you off, not just yet. Wanna be close to you love. Need to feel you inside of me…”

All he can do is nod as you straddle his hips and line him up with your entrance. As you slowly sink down onto him, you guide his hands to your waist.

“Hold onto me, grab me, squeeze me, whatever you want baby, just let me take care of you right now.”

For the first time in his relationship with you he feels like he has no clue what to do.

Well, that’s not entirely true.

He’s felt clueless about how to be a good boyfriend before. He never thought he could ever make someone happy, never thought he could be enough for someone to call him their love, their everything.

He felt clueless the first time you kissed him, before he even asked you to be his girl. It had never felt like that before. You had poured every ounce of care and compassion you had for him into that kiss and he could feel it all. The only thing he knew after that was that you had to be his. One way or another.

But he has never felt clueless when it came to you wrapped around him, taking him so sweetly. Not until now. Now he had no control, and that left him without any knowledge of what to do.

You lean down to kiss his forehead as you reach the base of his aching cock.

“You feel so good baby, always feel so good.”

Your breathing is heavy now and he can tell you’re losing your composure. A small smirk appears on his face as he guides his hands up your torso to softly squeeze your breasts.

“Can ya move now doll? Please?”

Never has Dabi begged. He swore off begging that day at Sekoto peak.

But he’d do anything for you.

You begin to slowly ride him, laying your chest against his while he wraps his arms around you in a tight embrace. Your speed increases as he kisses the top of your head.

“Fuck baby. Just like that doll. Please don’t stop… feels so good… I-“

“You’re so— ngh- fucking perfect Touya. Amazing. I love you so much.”

He can’t help but let a tear slip from his eye at your words. Given the context it shouldn’t be making him feel so sensitive.

But he is loved. You love him. Someone out there loves him. And that someone is giving every part of themself to him in this moment.

And consuming every part of him in the process.

“Fuck… y/n…I love you too.”

With that you clench around him, reaching your high and spurring on his release as well. You collapse against his chest to catch your breath.

You feel something wet fall onto your head.

“M’ sorry doll, don’t mean to get all fuckin’ soft on you n’ shit-“

“Don’t apologize. I love you. I mean it. Just wanted you to feel it.”

Dabi is crying, something you’ve never seen him do before, yet he smiles softly down at you.

“I dunno what I did to deserve ya doll.”

“You don’t have to do anything. You’re perfect how you are.”

You’re tearing up now too. He chuckles softly, wiping your tears with his thumb.

“Well shit. Now I’ve made you cry too. We should get cleaned up hm?”

You nod at his suggestion and kiss his wet cheeks.

“Wanna stay here for just a moment longer. Let me love on my man.”

His hand runs through your sweaty hair.

“I really do love you doll.”

“I love you too, but you already know that.”

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

solnyshka and andrei grocery shopping at the local eastern european market and him picking out some of his favorite treats from home 🥹🥹 be still my heart

did i write this? i feel like i wrote this? but we can have more thoughts about it anyway 😂

i just imagine like having to do a grocery shop for the week on a saturday or a sunday that andrei is off. because you can do the shop yourself but it’s always nicer to have company (and also a man to carry the heavier bags!)

he’s game to go to the main grocery store for the staples but also requests that you go to the speciality eastern european/russian market because maybe he’s missing his mom and home a little bit

you don’t mind at all because you love the russian snacks and goodies and andrei loves pointing out his favorites to you

“this one,” he says, tossing a candy bar into the basket, “is mine and geno’s favorite. we used to fight because one would cut in half and the other picks their piece. geno always cuts one bigger than the other, so i got to pick the bigger piece”

andrei also loves the random pickled veggies in jars and you tease him about eating so much vinegar but still being so sweet

he gets you to try the more random foods and you develop a taste for them too, hitting up the market when he’s gone so you can stock up

it’s always a nice way to learn more about andrei too because he’ll tell you stories about his childhood and different memories that he associates with the food

[yomiurinikei]

KEISUKE IRANAMI!!!!!! (<- self proclaimed no1 keisuke fan)

okay i lied post gets to go live NOW !! long time no keisuke hi boyyyy…

•was a bit of a late bloomer, Specifically, took a minute to hit his height. he grew less than 10cm over the few years he was expected to grow more and was worried that was It

•then he effectively Woke Up and grew like a bean sprout. tbh was a Bit embarrassed abt it for a while, i can see a sibling or two or six teasing him abt finally growing Up

•the reason for his longer hair in sdra2 is Honestly more that he hasn’t set aside time to go get it cut than anything

•smthn smthn caring for your appearance/presentation… his sense of self falls under his devotion to his beliefs, bc he’s following a System and Orders instead of thinking things through on his own. 

•does still take good care of himself in terms of hygiene though. his hair is very smooth!!! well brushed

•speaking of haircuts, as a kid, satsuki Hated getting her hair cut so keisuke always got his cut at the same time as her. whenever she needed a haircut, he’d go w her and get his done first, and then she’d go so they could match <3

•totally has had no impact on his haircut avoidance now. totally.

•in general keisuke doesn’t really have time for things he wants to do… but that’s kinda a lie. its less about having the time and way more abt like… bc of how Dedicated he is to his work at the foundation, he… doesn’t have much life outside it. but that’s less bc he works long hours and stuff- it just.. Consumes him

•he gets to his apartment and thinks about the foundation. he doesn’t go get engaged with a hobby. if he’s Invested in anything it’s the foundation. nothing else interests him

•THOUGH i don’t wanna portray sdra2 keisuke as empty shell of a man

•like he’s clearly still close w ryutaro and midori even if things come to a Head when we last see them. he’s clearly maintained a relationship w them!!!! he’s still iranami keisuke, who served his role in helping everyone survive 6.5

•and he’s just Fixates on the foundation. because it gives him a code of beliefs. a system to follow. it’s a promise. 

•he just has Worse issues than he lets on. which is why ryutaro and midori seem so surprised w how he is. he goes w them for dinner and hosts them at his apartment for a game night. and it’s fun and he’s having fun and he’s fun to be around. and he’s one of Many who’s just severely crushed by the tragedy. this is how he’s taped himself together

•hey whoops. this direction was uhh not where i meant to go! speaking of board games he feels like a chutes and ladders guy

•HEY ALSO. TBT OLD POST. he gives satsuki all his grape jolly ranchers. she gives him all her blue raspberries (…most of them. a girl needs variety in her diet!)

•doesn’t have a big sweet tooth but like fruit + cream sweets. roll cakes and etc..

•favorite season is winter but he likes to stay In during it. lowkey has poor circulation in tragedy days, his fingers get Cold fast

•really huge on the Cut of his clothing in terms of how it fits on him. he needs pressure on the right places… likes things heavier on his shoulders, looser around his waist. (context for this is i was looking at his overalls (?) on satsukis design sheet + 6.5 design)

•i think the uniform kinda bugs him bc of this. he likes the vest but he’s gone a size up w the pants. no one tell tsurugi

•just naturally has a p balanced diet. likes a lot of foods!

•Generally not a big seafood guy tho. this is occasionally an issue w traveling around for the circus(/tragedy agriculture changes) bc it’s Such a common meal staple, but it’s part of why he likes sm different things. he’ll eat Anything else

•any seafood he has has to be Coated in sauce/seasoning/etc. if it tastes like the sea, he’ll sea you later.

•a fan of Moderate spice. likes it when it’s used Tastefully~ ….satsuki pranks him a Good Bit w spicy foods. he coughed it up once and she spiraled abt it bc she felt so bad-

•was a HUGE bookworm as a kid. kinda defied stereotypes by still being v friendly and sociable, but he Loooved to read.

•satsuki picked up reading p quickly bc she was curious abt what he was up to. wasn’t super caught by books, though. liked being read to, so keisuke tried to Monitor his book choices a bit

•started to be satsukis #1 big sibling after getting randomly handed her to watch Once. he was just her deigned caretaker after that, and once she was old enough to convey her wants, it was p clear she associated him w being happy <333

•would’ve gotten into photography as a preteen if he wasn’t busy w his family and the circus

•a pretty good cook! but bc of the range of things he likes, he can sometimes make things that others are a bit wary of.

•tbh he’s content living by himself but i think if he had some pets it’d make him happier than he thinks it would.. (+ would Make him be invested in smthn new)

•particularly i see him w cats since they’re happy w being indoor only, while dogs Need to go out. little white and black kitty… long haired orange cat….. my visions are So clear!!!!

[ddarker-dreams]

Equinox. Yan Kaeya x F Reader [COMM]

Warnings: Underlying yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, torture (not on Reader), near-death experience.  Word count: 3.3k. The spiritual successor of Transfixed.

It was a remarkably unremarkable day.

You had fallen into a regular routine that, while not as whimsical and adventurous as the tales told by adventurers downing their third drink at Angel’s Share, brought you contentment. It could be your personal philosophy, but you’d like to think everyone who travels is in search of something. Whether it be material riches or more elusive pursuits such as belonging. In that way, though you don’t have treasure troves aplenty overflowing with gleaming jewels and lustrous gold, you still consider yourself an accomplished adventurer.

You set out looking for a new place to belong — and you found it. Is that not fulfilling the basic tenets adventurers err toward following?

The tweed basket hanging from your arm rubs against your skin, as if to remind you of your purpose here. Ruminating can come later, it compels. The last thing you need to do is bump into an unsuspecting citizen while your head is in the clouds… your Cavalry Captain often made a habit of teasing you about this quality of yours. You could imagine the easy banter you’d fall into now with ease that comes from intimately getting to know another.

“There can’t be anything so pressing on your mind that you forget how to walk,” he’d tell you, a grin in place so you know the comment is in good fun.

To which you would reply, feigning haughtiness to keep him on edge, “Well, one of us has to do the thinking in this relationship. I can’t say I trust you with the role.”

Ah… you really do miss your Kaeya. It’s best you get this yearning out of your system before he catches on and uses it as ammunition to fluster you. The sun is high in the sky, making the sincere promise to you that dinner is still a few hours off. By then, you swear you won’t have the obvious countenance of a sighing maiden in love. He’d never let you live it down!

Appraising the freshly harvested vegetables laying on display at the marketplace, you debate what to pick up next. Your goal for tonight’s surprise dinner sounded simple enough in theory — execution was another debacle entirely. While Mondstadt’s cuisine had its charms, you wanted to show your partner the Liyue meals you had grown up with. The probably being, some of the ingredients that make those dishes timeless aren’t available out here in the country. You’d settle for nothing less than perfection when it came to showcasing your home country’s mouthwatering culinary expertise.

The elderly lady running the stall chuckles, breaking you from your thoughts.

“Say, that’s more than you’ve been buying the past few weeks, dearie. What’s the special occasion?”

Your grandmother back in Qingce Village had instilled the value of respecting your elders, and while you never questioned this, it always amazed you just how perceptive the older generation could be.

“My partner is a member of the Knights,” you tell her, a smile blooming on your face despite yourself. “It’s been rather busy there with the Stormterror attacks and such… apparently, they gained a solid lead on the case, enough so that he’ll be able to join me for dinner tonight.”

“Why, that is a special occasion. Eating meals together is a staple for any lasting marriage.”

Heat rushes to your cheeks. “Um, actually, we’re not—”

The elderly lady is too preoccupied in her own world to pay you in mind. She starts grabbing the vegetables you were staring at the longest and placing them into your basket, encouraging you to make a feast fit for a king. You let her do as she pleases since it seems to bring her such exuberant joy. Right when you’re thinking over how to use all these carrots and cabbages before they go bad, she starts to relay some recipes that you rapidly try to remember.

This is my home now, your heart flourishes. And what a lovely home it is.

You set down the main path through Mondstadt’s center. While your basket may be heavy, your head is light, almost to the point of floating away altogether. You hum a song a peculiar bard wearing green once played to an enraptured audience by the fountain ahead, now surrounded by shops teeming with life. Lunch is in full swing, and laborers from all disciplines gather around wooden tables to share meals with strangers, who by the end of said meal, will be viewed as friends. Such is the way in Mondstadt.

Indeed — today is a remarkably unremarkable day.

For a time.

There’s a scream somewhere, shrill in its timbre, enough to give you and the chattering patrons pause. A few screams never felt terribly out of place. Children getting a little too excited or husbands and wives getting in a spat with the window open; you knew that ambiance well. This felt different, somehow. More like a wounded animal caught in a trap, ready to gnaw off its own leg.

The lone scream becomes two, then three, and eventually you lose track; it’s everywhere but nowhere you can see. In a panic, wooden chairs scrape against the ground as meals are abandoned, citizens taking off in all directions to find the source of the discord or run from it. An oppressive atmosphere builds in the air, rife with uncertainty from not knowing what’s going on and the cries of those who do.

Chaos abounds in place of order. Some knights rush past you, mostly greenhorns, as the more seasoned members were not within the city’s cobblestone walls. You manage to stop one for a brief moment, a young lad whose shaking hand remains planted on his sheathe.

“E-Excuse me, do you know what’s going on?”

“An attack,” he huffs, out of breath, “We’re under attack!”

“By Stormterror?” You query, briefly searching the sky overhead to find no signs of the dragon. If a dragon was coming to terrorize the city, you’d most definitely be able to tell, even without sparing a glance upward.

He parts his lips to answer, only for what you assume to be a superior to bark orders. He scampers off, leaving you none the wiser about the predicament at hand. If this is a raid, the attacking party picked the perfect time to conduct it. The most any of you could do was hope word reached the Knights currently out in the country before they had no home to return to.

A great concentration of people run by you, some brushing your arm in the process, causing your basket to fall. You steel yourself to the ground so as not to get trampled by the frightened crowd. Eventually, a clearing in the thicket presents itself. Squinting, you catch the silhouette of whatever creature caused them to take off in the opposite direction.

It’s a bizarre-looking creature, human-like in its proportions if not small, wearing a white mask with an extended nose and two holes for eyes that weren’t there. In its hand is a blue scepter, that it waves as if casting an esoteric spell. Hydro accumulates by its wish and wreaks havoc on those who hadn’t managed to make a successful escape, dousing them in what must’ve been a heavy amount of weight.

You realize it’s floating, gliding without resistance like a specter, toward an individual you were familiar with. Glory. No one had thought to help her — or maybe they were so inundated by their fear they simply forgot she existed — leaving her in a vulnerable position. Without giving it a second thought, you make a beeline straight to her. The bench she normally sits on has freshly been overturned. She uses her hands to get her bearings and then begins to shakily prop herself up.

“Glory! It’s me, [First],” you call out to her. She turns her head in the direction of your voice while you reach out to help lift her up. “It’ll be alright. I think the Knights are leading an evacuation by the gates. Let’s go together, okay?”

You squeeze her hand and she squeezes it back.

In your frenzy to get to her, you failed to keep an eye on the otherworldly creature surrounded by a thick membrane of Hydro. It dances in a freakish display, malice and delight intertwining together to form tangible bloodlust. With no other forms of life in the vicinity, the two of you would make for easy targets; a realization that has you gulping in fear. Your Dendro Vision pulsates by your side, feeling more like a useless ornament than a catalyst of divine power. You had no weapon, no combat prowess to fall back on; why the Archons had seen fit to bestow this upon you was still a wonder to this day.

You block Glory from its line of vision and square your trembling shoulders.

You’re not a fighter — but in this scenario, what choice do you have?

The creature bellows a shrill laugh. It goes from speaking in an archaic tongue to filling the smoky air with warbling, roughly comprehensible sound.

“What a lucky day,” it waves the scepter in its hand, “You smell like him.”

You feel weightless. It’s a surreal sensation, having no solid ground beneath your feet, your limbs useless to fight back in any way that would matter. Your immediate instinct is to gasp or perhaps call out for help. In your horror, you almost do just that, until you realize just what trap you’ve been caught in. A prison of water. The more you struggle, the more your waning energy depletes.

The outside world feels far away.

You think you hear someone calling your name, but it’s distorted, like you were in a state between dreaming and consciousness.

Your lungs plead for liberation. Breathe, the organ implores you, breathe or we’ll die.

I can’t do that, you argue back. If I do, I’ll…

Completing that sentence fills you with enough dread that you try to focus on something else. Anything else.

You wonder about the pot you left boiling on the stove. It was supposed to be a short trip to the marketplace, ten minutes at the most. You knew you should’ve turned it off just to be on the safe side. It’s probably overflowing now, scalding water making a mess of your apartment, seeping into the groaning wooden floors. You hope no one gets hurt.

Breathe. Take a deep breath. What’s the worst that could happen?

Despite sleeping well last night, you’re starting to feel tired. Heavy. On the precipice of giving up.

Just one breath is all. It’ll be over before you know it.

It’s not a good idea. You know it’s not a good idea, your mind knows it too, but your brain is following a tune of its own creation. It will complete the song no matter how hard you fight back. You think you might be crying, though there’s no way to tell. How can you when you’re already swallowed up by water?

Maybe one little breath wouldn’t hurt.

You exhale, earning the tiniest relief in the process.

Then you prepare to inhale for the last time.

You’re just beginning to breathe in—

—When you fall down.

There’s commotion all around. You’re sputtering, coughing up the water that managed to get into your body, chest heaving for air, and head pounding like you were just bludgeoned with a hammer. Faintly, you pick up the sound of metal boots treading across the pavement. You often hear something similar when the Knights are performing drills. Ah, and there it is again; a spoken rendition of your name. The voice sounds different from before. Less high-pitched, more familiar.

“That’s right, keep taking nice deep breaths for me, okay?”

It’s on the tip of your tongue. Just who is that? How frustrating is this… right when you’re about to settle on the answer, it’s as if your mind decides it no longer works for you. A rogue employee you have to keep tracking down to demand answers from.

“Hey? Can you hear me, sweetheart? Let me see those pretty eyes of yours, huh? A little favor for me? You owe me one, don’t you know,” the person chuckles, yet he doesn’t sound happy in the slightest. “You owe me… so you have to. C’mon now. I’ve got you. You’re nice and safe. Now’s not the time to sleep it off. That can come later.”

You want to tell the person you’d love to wake up, but you’re more of a passenger in your body than the uncontested leader. Even trying to open your eyelids is a fruitless endeavor.

There’s more commotion. People are yelling — always yelling — demanding healers and stretchers and first aid kits. What nuisances they are. The voice that’s muttering prayers near your ear, though, that’s a voice you can appreciate. It’s familiar. Soft. Soothing. You feel sorry for them because you don’t think you’ll be staying awake much longer. Something tells you that’ll make them sad.

And for whatever reason, that pains your bleeding heart the most.

—

Many people have often remarked that Kaeya must enjoy the sound of his own voice.

While he’ll often laugh it off as the joke it is, he supposes there is some truth to the statement. Talking is a lovely gift that he’s always been proficient in. Stronger than any weapon and more potent than any salve. It can tear opponents to shreds without having to wet his blade with blood or move constituents to tears if that is what would suit him best. It’s always served him well, no matter the circumstance.

This time, however, he considers to be a special case. And certain allowances must be made for special cases.

For this, talk won’t suffice. Neither will interrogation. Or traditional methods of torture. It must be a blend so perfect, that any mixologist would marvel at the concoction. Luckily, Kaeya is well versed in creating just this, even if it has been a while. What better time than the present to brush up on his specific skill set?

“Now, I know what you’re thinking,” Kaeya paces in a dank room, hidden behind passages and corridors no man alive is aware of, illuminated by a single dwindling torch. He circles his guest with deliberation. “Ah, apologies. That is if you still possess the faculties to think. Which you should, when this potion gets you all nice and healed up. How fortunate for you.”

He pats his unresponsive guest on the back as if consoling an old friend.

“Back to my original point. Your intel probably spelled out something among the lines of, oh, I don’t know, being a prisoner of the Knights isn’t so bad. You get three meals a day. A buddy to room with, maybe. Eventual legal representation. Even a window to stare out of! What luxury. What a pleasant way to wait out your days for your cause. Doesn’t sound so bad, right? I sure don’t think so.”

His guest’s fingers begin to twitch and Kaeya smiles. He wraps a cloth around the creature’s face, checking to ensure the fabric won’t be moving anytime soon. Once he knows it’s in place, he grabs another pitcher of water, holding it up in anticipation of his new friend regaining consciousness soon.

“Your living situation will be quite different,” Kaeya promises. “Every meal you get will be pushed down your throat with a tube. You can try to legally represent yourself, but just know, I have a low tolerance for nonsense. I’ll remove your tongue and only give it back when I’m certain you’ve learned your lesson. As for a window with a nice view… you could always use your fingernails to dig up, I suppose. If you’re lucky, in a decade or so, maybe you’ll make progress.”

By the Abyss Mage’s erratic breathing, Kaeya surmises his guest to be awake. He repeats the same process from the past few hours. Pouring water on its face over and over again, simulating the nightmare you were forced to experience. So this mage has a penchant for drowning its victims, does it? It will wish Kaeya would let it drown. He has no plans of allowing that though, oh no, not this early on.

“What you did was a great offense to me.”

It writhes and gargles and coughs but he does not relent.

“She’ll live… and remember this as the city where she almost died.”

Kaeya sighs, sets the now empty pitcher down, and reaches for another to restart the process. “Do you know how much work you’ve put on my plate? Just when I got rid of any doubts in that pretty head of hers about returning to her home country, you go and do this. Nuisance doesn’t begin to cover it.”

He pours more.

“When you love someone, you want what’s best for them. I’ve heard that a lot. Sounds nice and cutesy for young kids writing poems to their first crush. Me, however, I have a different opinion. How do you reconcile the difference between wanting what’s best for your lover when they don’t even know what’s best for themselves?”

More.

“I’ll take it your lack of answer indicates you don’t have a solution to this problem either. Perplexing, isn’t it? A paradox of sorts. I suppose I’ll have some time to think it over more while I assist in her recovery. Influencing a ban on travel, causing a mix-up with her citizenship back in Liyue… there are answers to every problem, but it becomes an issue of deciding which solution fits best.”

More.

In his fingers, the pitcher breaks. Loose shards scatter across the moldy floor and make themselves scarce. It’s almost as if inanimate objects wanted nothing to do with him in his current state. He absentmindedly realizes he must’ve been applying too much pressure. Regardless, the timing worked in his favor. The Abyss Mage had gone limp again. There’s no point in playing around if it won’t be conscious to experience anything.

Kaeya checks the ties holding it in place. Starts the delicate process of locking each lock, from top to bottom. Checks his appearance in the mirror and dabs off flecks of crimson with a fresh towel. Then, after maneuvering through dark tunnels, finds his way outside.

A cool breeze and the night sky greet him.

The walk back to Mondstadt is smooth, all things considered. Knights establishing supply lines for the wounded salute him and care little of his appearance outside the city limits in the aftermath of a crisis. Such is the nature of the ever enigmatic Cavalry Captain, they would figure, not thinking much else of it.

He reaches the main gates and waves at the two guards stationed there.

“Sir! We have an urgent message for you,” the guard on the left says. “She’s… she’s awake. At the Favonious Cathedral—”

“I’ll be there immediately. Any Knights related business is to be relayed to the Acting Grand Master, not me. Got it?”

“Yes sir!”

On his walk there, he spots a discarded basket which he immediately recognizes as yours. You twisted the material together yourself while he sulked over the lack of attention. It’s a delicate process, you told him, that if he interrupted, he’d get to sleep on the couch for a week. The warning did little to deter him. He kept finding ways to steal you away from your task, sating his near bottomless desire for your presence.

Scattered vegetables stomped flat and wilting pitifully surround it. Far too much for any one person. You must’ve been preparing a nice, home cooked meal for him. What a sneaky little minx you are, you told him it was going to be tavern food, and he fell for it. He must be losing his touch.

Kaeya frowns, picks it up, then continues his journey to the Cathedral, one main thought pressing on his mind.

He hopes you don’t ever get better at lying.

[actuallysaiyan]

Hi!!Can I request the founders trio+kakashi with face sitting?Thank you 😊

Word count: 1,288 Pairings: Hashirama Senju x Reader, Madara Uchiha x Reader, Tobirama Senju x Reader, Izuna Uchiha x Reader and Kakashi Hatake x Reader Warnings: Smut, face riding, cunnilingus, masturbation... A/N: I know you only asked for the Konoha founders trio, but Izuna has become such a staple in my founders writing that I can’t exclude him now! So enjoy a bonus!! Also, I tag @beneathstarryskies who is a big fan of my founders content and my best friend!

It’s not something he’s familiar with at first. He just wants to make you feel good, but if you’re feeling frustrated he’ll mention that he’ll eat you out.

You tell him to lie down, and that you’re going to be using his tongue as your personal toy. He’s very flustered at the idea, but it’s really sexy.

You straddle his face after he ties his hair back and you lower your pussy to his awaiting mouth.

You start off slow, just allowing Hashirama to please you with his tongue.

He sucks on your clit gently, getting you all nice and worked up before you even start to move.

His hands are on your waist, guiding you to make a few moves. You start to grind against his mouth, and he begins moaning against your leaking pussy.

You grab your breasts and squeeze them together as you start riding Hashirama’s face. He’s really enjoying this.

His tongue starts to slide deep inside of you, and he’s just lapping up your sweet juices as you grind away, getting closer to cumming.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, Hashi!” You moan as you grind harder, and Hashirama is holding you down to his mouth.

You gush all over his face, making him moan and his cock twitch. He laps it all up and helps you off of him.

Hashirama thinks about this a lot when he’s in the office…

He’s not impressed at all when you bring up the subject. As if you’re going to sit on his face.

You push him down on the bed, and he’s grabbing your wrists and scolding you for even trying it out.

But when you start to undress and he sees that wet pussy, he can feel his cock straining against his pants.

He’s mouthing off as you climb onto his face, and you shut him up with your pussy.

He grabs your hips and starts sucking on your clit harshly, making you gasp and yelp.

“Oh fuck yes Madara!” You cry out, making him smirk. He’s loving this attention.

You start to grind, but Madara makes sure he’s the one choosing the pace for you. He only allows you to go so hard and so fast.

His tongue is all over the place, making sure to taste all of you. He loves to slide it deep inside of you, making you tremble.

“Are you sure this is what you wanted?” he asks beneath you as you slow down. He’s giving you such a smug smirk. You just sit right back down on his face to shut him up.

Madara is gripping your hips hard and he brings you to the brink of an orgasm, only to stop right when you’re about to cum.

He does this for some time, until you break free from his grasp and grind yourself up to an earth shattering orgasm. He’s groaning against you as you gush in his mouth.

Tobirama is grumpy, and he doesn’t understand why you’d even want to try something silly like this.

But you start to undress, and his cock grows hard in his pants and he has a hard time denying you this.

You straddle his gorgeous face and he just gives you a pout before starting to bite your inner thighs.

You tug on his hair to make him start licking your pussy, but he becomes soft and gentle. He teases you with a few kisses to your clit.

He moans at your sweet taste. It makes his cock twitch and you’re just moaning as he starts off slow.

You pick up your pace, grinding away as Tobirama holds onto your thighs. It’s so fucking sexy.

He uses his fingers to stretch out your weeping hole, and his lips suck on your clit.

You’re fucking yourself on his mouth and his fingers, and Tobirama is just wishing he could fill you up right now.

You’re getting so close, and Tobirama is just lapping away making you grind even faster. You’re tugging at his hair, moaning and begging him not to stop.

He starts to moan against your clit and the vibrations are what send you over the edge. You grind hard against his face, and he enjoys the way you're crushing him a little bit.

Tobirama thinks about this often, and he’ll actually ask you about it more often than you thought he would.

Izuna is very excited about this. He wants to make you feel good, and he’s been thinking of a new way to do so.

When you mention it, he lies down on the bed and just pats his face in a joking manner.

Yet, you are completely serious and you start to strip. Izuna is drooling at the sight of your pretty pussy.

“Come sit on your throne, baby.” Izuna jokes, but your straddle that gorgeous face of his.

Immediately he starts to lap at your juices, and you begin grinding against him. Izuna loves the way your thighs squeeze against his face.

You’re happily grinding away on his face, just enjoying the attention Izuna is giving you. He reaches down to his pants and starts to jerk himself off to this. 

This is such a sexy thing for the both of you. You’re both enjoying it, and Izuna is just lapping up your sweet juices and fucking you with his tongue

His free hand guides your hips as you grind against his tongue, and he continues to pump himself with his other hand. 

You’re both chasing your highs, moaning and pleading with each other. Izuna is so close, so he stops himself and uses his fingers to fuck your tight hole.

With his fingers fucking your pussy, and his lips wrapped around your clit, you tumble over the edge and cum all over his face.

When he’s done with you, you go down on him and let him fuck your pretty little mouth. He’s going to reward you with a mouth full of cum.

Kakashi is a little flustered by this, but he is most definitely turned on.

He read about it in Icha Icha, but you both never really thought about it until one day you were talking about sex positions.

“Why don’t you sit on my face?” he’s blushing, but you know he’s going to enjoy it just as much as you do.

You strip naked, and Kakashi is in awe of your naked body. You are so beautiful to him.

He lies back on the bed, watching you climb on top of him. Already his cock is hard and straining against his pants. He’ll need to fuck you after this as well.

You straddle that gorgeous face and his tongue comes in contact with your wet slick immediately. He moans when he tastes your sweet arousal.

It starts off slow, but then he licks faster and you’re grinding faster and it’s all too much.

It feel so good, and you just keep grinding against his mouth and he’s fucking you with his tongue and you can’t even form a coherent sentence

Kakashi loves the way you’re just having fun with it. He can feel your thighs beginning to squeeze his face, which he knows it means you’re close.

“Ahhh fuck yes!! Kakashi please!” You’re pleading for him to make you cum, and while he wanted to tease you, he’s so weak to your pleading.

It doesn’t take long for your grinding to come to an all time high, and you’re just grinding as your orgasm hits you fucking hard. It’s mind blowing.

Kakashi pushes you off of him and onto the bed, and he spreads your legs to push his fat cock deep inside of you. Both of you are going to be satisfied today.

[aizawaskittenwhore]

𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦.

𝘧𝘵. 𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶, 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰, 𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘪 (+𝘩𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘴), 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘸𝘢.

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 18+ 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵. 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵.

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴: 1.5𝘬

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘰𝘺𝘴/𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨/𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢, 𝘤𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺/𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 18. 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵, 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬. 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘪 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴. 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺. 𝘮𝘸𝘢𝘩.

“man, fuck you, the horse you rode in on, and your weak ass dick! just leave me the fuck alone.” you spit, arms crossed as you shoot the man in front of you a glare hot like jet fuel.

𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶:

izuku midoriya is one of the sweetest people to grace the earth

there’s no doubt about it.

but know he is not afraid to put yo ass in a fucking headlock and pound his way into you, voice thick and raspy as he asks you just who the fuck you think you’re talking to.

he’s grown up quite a bit since high school

and refuses to get bitched by anyone, especially his own girlfriend.

a saccharine smile inches across peony pink lips, spreading over porcelain teeth

“you uh... you wanna repeat that, honey?”

you know you’ve made a mistake

he’s got that look in his eye, ravenous and wicked

“look...izuku, baby, i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to snap like that—“

“that’s not what i asked. i asked you...if you wanna repeat that.”

would definitely strap your ankles to a spreader bar, reveling in the way you continue to writhe against it

only to cry out in desperation once you realize that the more you struggle, the wider your legs go

or he’ll make you cry as you struggle to form a coherent apology, words choppy from the the remote controlled vibe is sending shockwaves through your heavily sensitive clit

he’d kneel above you, smile wide and innocent as he turns it up to the second most powerful setting, hard-on growing at the sight of your head lolling back while you try to appease him with sorry after sorry

“i-izuku—fuck, fuck! mmh— it’s too much....please, please, ‘m sorry! i didn’t mean it, ’m too sensitive—please just let me make it up to you baby—“

“all you gotta do is say the magic words sweetheart, and i’ll give you what you need.”

yeah, he’s one of those motherfuckers.

“remind me who’s pussy this is, and this’ll all be over with.”

“god, fine!! it’s yours okay! nobody else’s..now please, please fuck me izuku, i need you—“

doesn’t hold back for a second when he’s staking his claim all over your body, a calloused thumb roving over your clit gently, mindful of your sensitivity but edging you closer and closer to a fifth orgasm

happily smears strings of thick, sticky cum all over your stomach to mark you as his

and doesn’t hesitate to lick it off the supple, soft skin of your torso, the milky white substance congealing with transparent slippery saliva

he grasps your face firmly, fingers pushing your cheeks inwards and causing your spit slicked lips to jut out in a pretty little pout

“open.” he mutters before dripping the salty concoction onto your awaiting tongue, a throaty groan rumbling in his chest as he watches you happily swallow every last drop

“good girl.”

the aftercare is immaculate, izuku taking his time to wipe you clean so tenderly, lips pressing against each and every bruise, your body pliant as he whispers sweet reassurances into your sweat soaked skin

“much better now, right?”

you nod, eyes heavy as you sink into the warmth of his chest, hands clinging to him like he could disappear at any moment

“happy i could help you relieve some of that tension honey.”

“but talk to me like that again, and i promise you that’ll be the last time you call anything about me weak, especially how i fuck you. got it?”

prepare to be not only throughly sore the next day, but to have to conceal fingerprint shaped bruises on your hips and thighs

takes pictures of your fucked out face to have for future incidents where you decide you wanna talk like you have zero home training

and isn’t afraid to flash katsuki one or two whenever he gets to talking about how he could take you from him.

𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰:

“so that’s how you wanna act, hm? if you needed some dick you should’ve just fuckin’ said so instead of always runnin’ your damn mouth.”

he whirls you around, pelvis pressing into the small of your back, rivulets of sweat beading at the base of your neck from his close proximity

he’s such a glutton for putting little bitches like you in their place.

blade sharp canines dragging against the curve of your neck, pathetic attempts to maintain your resolve falling from unsteady lips

“the hell’s wrong with you—you already know i’m with izuku...i’m not doing this shit to him again—”

but you were already gone when his lips slotted against yours, body throbbing at the contact

now izuku was a good lover, a giver, a pleaser at heart

always putting your enjoyment above his

but eventually one grows tired of slick tongues and curved fingers, pretty whines and gentle kisses

you wanted “fuck you”s, spit flying along sick expletives hurled at your bowed, desperate figure, sweet sticky semen coating your throat after it was abused and stroked as though you were a piece of plastic.

and as luck may have it, katsuki was more than willing to provide.

yet today you’d had enough, his subtle touches when you passed one another had garnered izuku’s attention; you’d reassured the male that it was nothing to bother with, that the two of you were just coworkers.

at least when his balls aren’t in your slutty fucking mouth, thick bubbled spit dripping onto your home screen as you text izuku that you’ll be home late for “stir-friday” once again.

the best sex was on days like today, when you got just a little too reckless at the mouth

when you needed a not so gentle reminder of who’s leaving you breathless all hours of the night

takes his time with you, fingers teeming with a slight brine as they’re sloppily thrust into your mouth with a “shut the fuck up talking to me like you don’t know who the fuck i am.”

degradation? baby, you’ve met the man.

“wanna act like a bitch, that’s fine. just don’t complain when i leave you limping like one, got it?”

you’re shoved atop a desk, it’s contents forgotten as katsuki latches onto a tit and proceeds to leave mark after mark, striving to rid any trace of your lover

panties tugged to the side, fingerpads waltzing up the length of your—no, his pussy

kisses down your sternum and the plush skin of your stomach, flipping you opposite him before snaking his tongue between your southernmost lips, devouring you like a man starved

but doesn’t let you cum, not yet anyway

“katsuki—please, i need it, don’t fucking tease..”

hates when you whine because it chips at his hard exterior, he’d give anything to pull another cry from you

“beg for it then. you had so much to say earlier, eh? go ahead and put your mouth to better use, fuckin’ slut.”

spanks you while he eats it from the back cause he can

and don’t even get me started on his size kink

lives for making you feel small against his large stature and even larger ego

“damn, you’re tight...thought deku would’ve broken you in a bit more for me by now—”

his pace is angry and unforgiving like his mouth, leaving you no mercy when he finally takes his place between your thighs

“that’s it...take that shit. don’t run...come on, tell me who’s dick you go dumb for, say it—“

“yours! j-just yours, never ‘zuku. fuck! m’ so fucking close please, please—“

cant fill you up like he wants, but settles for painting your body with splotches of white, watching them mix with your now-purpling bruises

and when izuku calls your phone on the hour to ask when you’ll be home, that cocky fuck answers

“relax. your little girlfriend and i are at the office with some reports, she’s so damn uptight...been on my dick this entire time. “

“should probably loosen her up more, maybe she’d be less annoying.”

𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘪:

he secretly loves it when you get like this

while dabi loves the rush of tossing around some brainless slut with a thing for fucking mass murderers

pussy was much better when it came with a little resistance, a little push back before he got what he wanted

“dabi come on..let her be. i’m sorry sweetness, this guy botherin’ you?”

his counterpart, keigo, was a top tier scumbag with grade-A looks, words mingling with a dulcet voice that could turn water into wine if he pleased

sienna wings bristled against his shoulder blades as he leaned down, an arm coming across your chest casually, bent over the back of the couch

“don’t call me that shit. actually, both of you are bothering me.” you grit, a hand swatting away tanned nimble fingers that were slowly making their way towards a breast

“see what i mean kei? she’s being a fucking brat. can’t stand bitches like her, always thinking they’re too good for guys like us.”

dabi takes a seat to your left, cyan eyes raking over the curve of your hips ravenously, staples gleaming in the bar’s gentle yellow glow

he was going to have so much fun breaking you in.

“ i think i know what her problem is....somebody just wants a little attention, right? hell, look at how she’s dressed...”

keigo’s eyes have taken on a darker energy, a hand winding around the width of your neck and squeezing lightly

“i don’t want anything from either of you assholes—wait, the hell are you trying to—ah!”

taking advantage of your pliant state, dabi’s hands begin to roam over exposed skin, a scarred set of hands slithering up your top

his abrasive fingers tweak your nipples roughly, rolling them between a forefinger and thumb with a lustful glare

“come on...don’t you want us to make you feel good? tell us you don’t want us to cream you like a fuckin’ twinkie, and we’ll leave your bitchy ass high and fucking dry, just like this.”

you hate them, the last thing you want is for either of these douchebags to be what gets you off

but god do keigo’s lips feel like heaven on earth when they’re against your pulse point like that, and dabi’s profuse experience shows in the way he manipulates your body to make you sigh in ecstasy, fingers slipping past drenched lace with ease to tease your sensitive clit...

“we—we shouldn’t do this out here, someone might see...s-shit, ah fuck—”

“so what? don’t want everyone to see how much you like getting double teamed?” keigo taunts, tongue darting out to soothe the harsh bruise he’d finished sucking into the skin beneath your ear

“nah, i think we’ll take you right here. besides, it’s just us and the boss man tonight. ‘should let him watch though, maybe he’d learn a thing or two about what a good fuck really looks like instead of that hentai shit.”

“so...you in or not? my hand’s starting to cramp.”

you nod, the motion serving at the catalyst for a number of debaucherous things that would soon happen to your body

marking is an absolute must

keigo’s practically feral once he knows you’re his to play with, love bites littering the expanse of your tits, neck, even the inside of your thighs

dabi marks you too, but he’s not nearly as nice as keigo, leaving handprints all over your ass, each one accompanied by a harsh yet tolerable burn

you can thank his quirk for that

they’re sloppy and they know it, dabi’s spit creating web-like strings connecting your pussy lips together, the metal barbell wedged between tongue muscle retreating from beneath your trembling thighs

meanwhile keigo’s reveling in the way your spit coats his dick in an effortless gloss, a hand keeping your head steady as he drives into your throat with reckless abandon

the saliva making its way down through the valley of your breasts while you struggle to breathe, eyes watering in both panic and pleasure as the two use you like a toy

they take turns, metal and heady sweat flood your tastebuds when dabi takes on keigo’s previous stance

dabi certainly makes sure you give his balls special attention. it doesnt enhance his pleasure, he just likes seeing you get so nasty for him.

not so high and mighty when you’re gargling the dick of one of japan’s most wanted, are you?

keigo’s dick reaches depths you didn’t think possible, tip prodding your innermost spots and making you sputter pathetically around dabi’s length, eyes burning as you try to control the heat in your lungs

“nah nah nah, don’t get all teary eyed now—thought it was “fuck us and our weak ass dick”? hm? well this weak ass dick’s makin’ you choke like a two dollar whore, and keigo’s about to pump that sloppy cunt full of cum...still think you’re better than us?”

you’re tossed between the two men like a ragdoll, until your body’s spent and you’re bred so good that you drip with their mix of fluids every time you shift a little

the men don’t hesitate to compliment your endurance, praising you for being “such a good little fucktoy”.

which in dabi’s words, is the closest you’ll ever get to a “sorry for bothering you”.

𝘢𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘸𝘢:

let me tell you a thing or two about shota.

he has no time, or tolerance, for bullshit.

between his atrocious sleep schedule, nightly patrols, and his day job as a high school teacher, he doesn’t have the capacity for mind games

so when you’d snapped on him like that, he did what he felt like was the most logical thing

he left you alone. he wasn’t about to get into some childish argument all because he didn’t give you the reaction you’d wanted over a dress

aizawa’s not a reactive man by nature

so when you’d purchased the sultry number, seams tight and neckline waivering on indecent

he’d merely hummed at the article of clothing in approval, committing the sight to memory before going back to finish reviewing his lesson plans for next week

which to you, wasn’t good enough. you wanted him to exhibit some sort of lust, something that made you feel like you still had him in the palm of your hand

it wasn’t like the two of you weren’t having sex, no not at all. but you wanted to feel like he wasn’t just attracted to you, but craved, desired, was desperate for your touch every now and again

and when he’d given his...lackluster feedback, you exploded, the two of you briefly exchanging words before you’d said that. shota was in no mood to argue, so he excused himself from the room to continue his work

“sorry if i actually want to, you know, feel desired by my own boyfriend? god, it’s like you don’t even look at me anymore.”

that comment stung, even recalling your wounded tone made his heart ache

was he really not paying attention to you?

but, unsurprisingly, the feelings of anger didn’t abate. just what made you think you could play these games with him, the two of you were grown, you knew if you wanted something all you had to do was ask—it made no sense

steel pen tip digging into the hurried scrawl of kaminari’s essay....if you could even call it that, he rose from his desk, relieved his tense neck from the presence of hair by knotting it into a high ponytail

beginning to strip as he made his way toward your shower

you wanted him to look at you? alright. he’d do exactly that, and then some. just remember, be careful what you wish for.

“shota? look... i’m sorry for how i acted earlier. i should’ve just communicated how i felt instead of blowing up on you like that, i just get frustrated with how much you work and how we never see each other, and it makes it hard for me to—mmph!”

he meets your lips with a subdued roughness, hands splayed across your hips, water trickling across stiffened knuckles while he fumbled and scoured for any piece of you he could manage to grasp

“you said you feel like i don’t look at you anymore.”

“lets fix that. i have a proposition for you. if you manage to hold eye contact with me for however long it takes for you to cum, my body’s yours to do whatever you want with.”

“however...look away for even a second, and i’ll have no problem reminding you just how much you can take before you’re begging for me to fuck you. you know how...efficient i can be. sound fair?”

now something he’d alluded to, but never said about this little agreement? there was no way for you to win.

on days where his exhaustion levels weren’t at an all time low, he’d find himself lapping at the slightly acidic, rich nectar between your thighs for hours and hours on end

so what made you think you even had the resolve to maintain eye contact the entire time?

you lose, though that was to be expected

and shota couldn’t be happier about it

now while it’s practically canon that he’s into bondage, let’s switch things up a bit

honestly, he’s the type to love proving a point.

he’ll make you ride his dick, not letting you stop for a second even though he’s practically in your stomach at this point

bad at it? he doesn’t care. your knees are giving out? not his problem.

“sho-please, i can’t, ‘s too big...fuck—“

“damn, and to think i had ‘weak ass dick’ before. now you can’t take it? pick a side sweetheart, your desperation is showing.”

he’s not incredibly vocal in the bedroom as that’s just not who he is

but makes an exception when it comes to making fun of you

“come on, you can swallow more than that, right? tch. you’ve gotten lazy.”

is another one of those “take a photo for future reference” type of people. but he’s respectful of not only your privacy but his own, and keeps it in the hidden photos folder of his camera roll like a sane adult.

he had to learn the hard way about the importance of concealing scandalous materials that one time hizashi was using screen sharing to suggest a new learning course during a staff meeting

only for the blonde to scroll and several pairs of eyes in the room to be blessed (or cursed) with the sight of a rather ecstatic looking woman bent in a position that would make a gymnast blush

also likes to give you sloppy, shallow half strokes to drive you to the point of insanity before spreading your ass cheeks and molding your body to the bed beneath you

“you wanna know what i was thinking about when you walked out with that dress on? hm? i wondered... ‘how long it would take before we used it as a cumrag after i was done with you?’ i thought about doing this.”

oh, and by the way, there’s a mirror above your bed for a reason. but we’ll get into that some other time, won’t we?

[sodamnbored]

Percy, on a quest: Incredibly, after all that, I still have my wallet on me. Who wants to stop for lunch?

Jason, looking at the storefronts: What do we feel like? McDonalds? Arby’s? Staples?

[goldengoddess]

you & the stars - jesper fahey

pairing: jesper fahey x reader 

request: Hii Could I request head-cannons for dating Jesper and getting hurt on a job. I love your work so much !!

a/n: thank you so much<3 oh my god i totally got carried away with this,,, this might be one of my favorite things i’ve written holy fuck so self indulgent because i love jesper with every part of me 

warnings: angst (but comfort at the end), bullet wounds, injury, blood, almost dying, curse words

you saw the blood before you felt the pain in your side. it dripped down your stomach and into your hands. and then came the horrible vision blurring pain that followed. black spots flowered in your vision as you fell to the floor on your knees. you clutched your stomach as if your two hands could stop the bleeding of a bullet hole.

this was meant to be an easy job. it was meant to be in and out. you and the crows had escaped the ice court, the hands of jan van eck, and the capture of multiple countries. a re con mission at a merchant party should have been a joke. it was meant to even be fun.

you had been looking forward to it for weeks. looking forward to dressing up. feeling nice fancy satin on your skin for one beautiful night. being able to see jesper all cleaned up and in a suit.

you had woken up that morning ready to let your fantasy world take over, to pretend that this job was just a date between you and your boyfriend. that you two fit into this world of luxury and ease, and not the world of street fights and bullet wounds.

how wrong your day dreaming had been, you thought to yourself.

you didn’t remember falling to the floor completely, but suddenly your back was pressed onto the street and you could see the night sky above you.

it was pitch black, filled with clouds of smoke and pollution, a staple of ketterdam.

you could vaguely hear voices calling your name in the distance, muffled by the roar of pain your body was in.

where were the stars, you wondered. i need to see the stars.

the tears in your eyes made it hard for you to see but suddenly jesper’s face appeared in your line of vision, followed by inej’s.

a string of curse words left jesper’s mouth as he gently cradled your head and upper body.

inej unwrapped her scarf and pressed it into the wound in your stomach. you winced in pain every time she moved or shook from fear.

“y/n, sweetheart, you have to stay with me” jesper pleaded.

he looked so worn out, so scared. his eyes were wide and sad. his mouth turned into a frown. you hated when jesper didn’t smile, his grin was just too bright for this world.

“please smile for me” you groaned. everything in your body hurt, your vision was blurry, and it was getting harder and harder to form coherent thoughts.

jesper’s frown only deepened as he rubbed your cheek with his thumb, “just stay with me please. i’ll smile for the rest of my life. just stay with me.”

you let out what you hoped was a little whine and not a blood curdling scream.

you guessed it was the latter as both inej and jesper looked at each other with wide eyes.

jesper started screaming nina’s name at the top of his lungs, his voice raw and desperate cracking at the end of each scream.

she won’t get here in time.

you used every ounce of energy your body had left to lift your hand up to jesper’s face.

your touch shocked him and he turned his attention back to your face, you in his arms. he leaned into your hand and you could see tears at the corner of his eyes.

“i love you.” you wheezed out, “i love you so much. you are the best person i’ve ever known. i need you to know that and remember that when i’m not there to tell you.”

his face grew angry at your words and his grip tightened on your body, “no. you are gonna be there. you’re gonna be there for the rest of my stupid life telling me how great i am and sometimes how obnoxious i can be. you are not allowed to die, we aren’t finished.”

you removed your hand from his face. the blood on your hands staining his cheek and shirt. jesper saw the blood on him and let out a small gasp. 

the sky caught your attention again.

no stars.

you wanted stars.

you registered the feeling of being lifted off the ground by jesper, his arms hooked under your knees and supporting you head at the same time.

he was walking as fast as he could without hurting you and every small protest of pain from your mouth squeezed at his heart.

you gripped his shirt, “jesper.”

he looked down at you and even scared and covered in your blood you couldn’t believe how beautiful he looked.

“what baby?” he asked as gently as possible, still moving towards, what you hoped, was the slat.

“the stars aren’t there” you said deliriously, resting your head on his chest, “i want to see the stars.”

“stay awake and i’ll take you to the stars sweetheart. just stay awake.” you heard him say before you closed your eyes and the world went silent.

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you opened your eyes and you let out a sigh of relief at the familiar sight and smell of your room at the slat.

you craned your neck to the side, and you were met with nina zenik sitting in a chair with her head in her hands, mumbling prayers and nonsense.

“saints zenik, i never took you for the religious type” you teased, your voice coming out sounding wrong thanks to your scratchy throat.

her head snapped up and she rushed to your bed side, clutching your hand.

“oh you absolute idiot, you are not allowed to do that again. do you hear me?” she threatened.

you let out a little laugh, “or what zenik?”

her eyes got sad all of a sudden and she squeezed your hand gently, like if we squeezed just the right way she could transfer all of her love and strength to you. “im sorry i couldn’t get there earlier. by the time you got to me i thought there was nothing i could do.” she sighed and puffed out her chest slightly, “but this is me we’re talking about so of course i fixed you right up. but i didn’t have time to worry about the beauty of all of it so it’ll leave a pretty nasty scar.”

you nodded your head as she talked. you had assumed as much, everything in your body was sore but you were happy that it wasn’t screaming in pain like before.

“god jesper was about to kill me dead as i worked on you, i swear he was so worried and pissed he would have bitch slapped me right there in front of the crows and- oh my god jesper!?” she shrieked the last part.

she got off the floor and opened the door, “jes! get your ass up here.”

she turned back to you, “y/n he was here the entire time. we finally convinced him to go get something to eat i promise. he’s going to be so angry he wasn’t here when you woke up.”

and even thought you’d almost died, the thought of jesper waiting at your bedside made you blush.

nina noticed and rolled her eyes, “yuck, the two of you are so in love it hurts.”

suddenly jesper was at the door, his breathing labored making it very clear that he had run up the stairs at full speed to get to your room.

nina gave you a small smile before slipping out of the room and closing the door.

jesper was at your side before you could blink. his forehead pressed into your arm as he held the same hand nina had held only a few minutes ago.

he kept repeating “you’re okay” and “i’m so sorry” over and over. and you couldn’t speak. because you couldn’t believe you had this beautiful boy in your life and you were making him worry.

you lifted his head so he was looking at you and you placed your hand on his cheek. you got a horrible sense of deja vu. jesper felt it too because he immediately tensed. you pulled your hand away and when you both saw there was no blood, you put it back.

“jes, you incredible idiot, this is not your fault. you don’t have to say sorry. i’m okay. i’m still here. we are okay.”

you punctuated each word to make him really get it. you couldn’t live with yourself if this moment destroyed the happy boy that you had fallen in love with.

he let out a breath and motioned for you to make room in the bed. you wiggled to one side, wincing a little bit. jesper climbed in and you rested your head on his shoulder as he played with your fingers.

“don’t ever scare me like that again” he grumbled.

you laughed and jokingly responded with “no sorry babe i can’t promise that, i just love getting shot in the stomach. quiet enjoyed it”

he glared at you for a second before laughing with you.

he traced a little heart into your palm with his pointer finger. “you’re my favorite person in this world. i couldn’t live without you.”

“then you’re lucky you don’t have to” you hummed in response.

“yeah i am, who would annoy the crap out of me if not” he teased.

you giggled into his shoulder and left a little kiss.

“when you’re feeling better, you know, not on the brink of death by bullet, i’m going to take you to novyi zem.” you looked up at him, shocked because jesper had never suggested visiting his home country. but he was still looking at your fingers like his life depended on it. “we’re going to spend a week at my da’s farm and we’ll stay up all night looking at the stars and making up stories.” he said. it didn’t sound like a request but more like a plea. like he had to give this to you.

you only vaguely recalled mentioning the stars and jesper holding you in his arms but you nodded your head anyways.

“as much as i’m incredibly excited for that, i already have the brightest star right here.” you grinned, tapping his nose.

he rolled his eyes and kissed the crown of your head, “cheesy sweetheart. even for you.”

[miekasa]

any spare levi headcanons tonight????? 😁😁😁😁

Sure, why not, he is the love of my life after all. These are pretty random, and fit in some sort of generalized modern boyfriend au. Hopelessly domestic, as that is the nature of nearly everything I write for Levi, anyway. Also still terribly obsessed with the idea of him with a motorcycle, so there’s that.

He owns at least six black blazers. They’re nearly identical; slight differences in texture and cut, one with lapels, one that’s boldly all leather that you swear you’ve never seen him wear. They’re kind of his go-to staple, other than a sweater.

That being said, he doesn’t exclusively wear all black. His closet leans towards more neutrals, sure, but he’s not allergic to color. You might not catch him wearing neon orange on the average day, but he’s not averse to a nice shade of green, any shade of purple that suits his mood, even a softer pink.

He has towels and rags he sets aside especially for you when he comes over. He always washes them and put them back in place when you leave so that they’re ready to go for next time.

Claims to not have any attachment to the shows/dramas you watch, but he’s totally backseat watching. Halfway into every single series, he starts sitting down when you turn it on, and scoffs at dumb decisions the characters make.

He splurged on one of those frame TVs that look like a painting when they’re idle. It was a good investment in his opinion.

He doesn’t hate Starbucks drinks—there’s worse things out there in terms of quality of tea. What he despises about the establishment is the way they call out names for you to pick up your order. He’s learned that mobile order ahead is the way to go.

Has slippers for around the house, so consequently, you have slippers for walking around his house. He keeps both pairs (and a few extra for friends and guests) tucked neatly beside the door for easy access; yours always go next to his.

Does not understand the purpose of a robe. Buy him one tho and he will suddenly find an excuse to wear it: making breakfast, lounging around watching TV, doing some light cleaning and dusting. It’s comfy, alright, he can admit that much.

The little puppy you got him that he swore he was not going to warm up to now gets the royal treatment. The best doggie goods and treats, top rated shampoos, cutest drying towels, even a miniature couch he constructed just for the pup. They’re best friends, there’s no breaking that bond now.

Speaking of the puppy, affectionately named Captain, Levi can be found walking him every day shortly after work. They have a few different routes, but they always pass by the local vendors/market, who enthusiastically anticipate their appearance every day. Some of the older ladies running stands have even taken to bringing a few treats with them for Captain—after bundling up some goods for Levi, too, of course.

Captain also has a special doggy backpack Levi uses for when he’s on his motorcycle. If you follow anybody on TikTok in his area, you’re bound to see at least one video of the pup while Levi’s out riding. He’s become viral on social media without even knowing it.

(When you show him a video someone posted of him and Captain with well over 100k likes, and a million views, he only rolled his eyes. But remembers that particularly day; remembers the folks had a kid who politely asked to pet the dog, so he let him. He also maybe asks you to send the link to him).

On the subject of the motorcycle, there was a good few weeks he wouldn’t let you on it. Always found an excuse, a smart reply that was punctuated with gentle push on your forehead and calling you too clumsy for it. Later, you found out it’s because he’d ordered you a helmet; didn’t want to risk you riding without one.

He always keeps it in the storage compartment should he make a stop to pick you up while he’s riding; and he usually wears at least two layers to have a spare to wrap you in before you get on.

When he cooks, he always makes sure there’s enough for leftovers and/or to give you some later. He also bakes frequently, and at least once a week, he stops by with some kind of treat for you—“Trying out a new recipe, let me know if you think it’s missing anything.”

On the subject of food, he won’t police what you eat to annoying extent; he knows that not everybody has the time or will to make pasta from scratch like he does. But, he will smack your wrist if you consider ordering fast food when you’re over at this place. Give him 30 minutes and a single pan, he’ll make something much better than whatever you can find on Uber Eats.

Really, though, he doesn’t mean to obnoxious about the homemade food thing, it’s more habit for him. Growing up, he had to learn to be resourceful, so buying fast-food isn’t ever at the forefront of his mind. Cooking for you also turns out to be something somewhat intimate that he enjoys, so just let him.

Once bought an Apple Watch because he liked the look of them, it wasn’t insanely expensive like other high end watches, and it could connect to his other devices, so why not? A week later he returned it, the ping of his notifications were in one too many places for his liking.

You tried to convince him to keep it—“At least for when you’re jogging! It can track your activity and calories!”—but he clicks his teeth. He’ll survive without keeping track of them.

He learned the hard way that jogging with Captain is no good. His legs are too tiny and Levi ended up carrying the puppy the entire time. Captain is more of a walk dog… or ride on the back of his bike dog.

If you changed anything in his phone settings—like the ringtone for you contact, or the sound his keyboard makes—he wouldn’t go back in and try to figure out how to reset it. Unless it was something obnoxious, like adding an autocorrect shortcut to say something lewd.

He doesn’t really listen to music when he’s just walking. When he’s on a run, that’s fine, but he somewhat prefers to just… hear the environment around him when he’s on a stroll or a break from work. The only reason he’d have headphones on in public is to take a phone call, but even then, he’d prefer to wait until he’s somewhere more private.

He likes having you over at his apartment and has contemplated asking you to move in. He doesn’t want to rush anything, though, so he’s content with your sleepovers for now. (Though he really cannot fathom that you call them “sleepovers” like you’re 14. Please).

He speaks to his mother at least once a week, and she always asks about you. Levi tells her that you’re fine, gives her small updates about you, but Kuchel really just wants to know when the wedding is. He pretends to be busy whenever she starts asking and conveniently ends the call.

Occasionally, he’ll stop by and take you out for lunch. Depends on how much time he has during the day for himself, but he always enjoys sharing a meal with you.

Whenever you’re out with your friends drinking, Levi will pick you up. Even if you already told him that you’d Uber home; as soon as you text him that you’re going to leave soon, he’s already on his way.

He makes pretty good cocktails himself. Teases you for running his alcohol supply dry when the truth is he has more of your favorites in his cabinet than his own. He secretly likes the way you flirt with him when you’re tipsy.

You don’t always cuddle on top of each other when you sleep together. You can just lay by each other and that’s enough; but sometimes, you catch Levi turning towards you in his sleep, reaching for your hand. His body seems to search for yours subconsciously, and you swear there’s a hint of a smile on his sleeping face when you put your hand within reach.

Do not try to pay for dinner when you’re out with him. He’ll pull the “I’m going to use the restroom” move and pay the bill behind your back if he needs to. Open your own doors, maybe; pull out your own chairs, sure if you want; but not this.

He flosses very diligently every night. Mostly because he fucking hates the dentist, so if he takes the extra steps and is extra careful with his teeth, he doesn’t have to go as often, right?—Wrong, it’s the one time the roles are reversed, and you and Hange have to wrestle him into the doctor’s office.

On the flip side, if there are any doctors you routinely avoid and/or forget to schedule check ups for, fear not, because Levi will do it for you. He’ll drive you there, too—the only caveat being, that he usually doesn’t tell you where you’re going until you’re almost there. You think he’s doing the mysterious man surprise date thing and then boom, he’s pulling up to the ophthalmologist. Good luck.

He’s purchased a physical, paper copy of the news on every one of your anniversaries, birthdays, and other special occasions. He keeps them all neatly tucked away in a drawer. Sometimes, he looks back on them—sees what was happening in the world around you on that day. Maybe someday he’ll cut them up and bind them together in a book for you.

He doesn’t like having headphones in when you’re home with him, and preferred if you didn’t either—unless it was for work or school. He welcomes you to use his speakers and play your music aloud; he likes listening to what you listen to. If you look closely, you can catch him humming along or tapping his foot when he really likes a song.

Saves pictures you send him in an album in his camera roll. Occasionally can be found scrolling through them—particularly if you’ve been away on a trip, or he hasn’t gotten the chance to see you because of conflicting schedules.

He takes relatively short showers and doesn’t have a strong preference for the water temperature, so he lets you shower first. Unless you want him to join you, of course.

It’s not hard to tell when Levi wants you. He becomes noticeably more touchy, even if that margin isn’t too wide by anyone else’s standards; and he rarely tries to hide it. It only happens in the privacy of your apartments; but he’ll come on to you—leaning a bit further into conversations, a hand on your knee, a kind of cloudy look in his eyes.

Sometimes he forgoes the attempts at being subtle, just kisses you out the blue, carefully backs you up against the wall, puts his hands on your hips. He can be awfully direct when given the opportunity.

[thedummysdummy]

Well-Earned Relaxation

Eyes bloodshot, the girl stood in front of Victor’s desk and rested her hip against it for support. She gestured to a passage in the document and his eyes drifted from her face to the words and back. “And so, if we can get permission from the property owner to film, I believe that we can more than cover the budget for the next quarter with the earnings.”

Victor slowly nodded, running his finger down the page before looking up and nodding. “It’s a good presentation. I have a few notes that I will write down on the draft and email to you tomorrow morning.” He closed the folder and slid it to the side, removed his reading glasses, and looked the girl solidly in the eye. “Now, I have another matter to discuss with you.”

The girl tilted her head curiously, still managing to remain completely engaged despite her shoulders and eyelids drooping. “Oh? I think the company has a pretty full plate right now, but you know that I’m always open to hearing your suggestions, Mr. CEO.”

A soft chuckle slipped from Victor’s chest and he shook his head. “No, it’s not another job. You have been spending all of your time on shoots and we haven’t had dinner together in over a week. After work, come to my home and I will have dinner ready for us.” He reached out and took her hand, his soft fingers caressing the back of her hand. The gentlest smile graced his cheeks and Victor pulled the girl toward him. He leaned forward over the desk and kissed the tip of her nose, causing her to blush.

“I would like that,” she spluttered, finding herself completely flustered at his forwardness. “I won’t be done until nearly nine, though. I don’t want you to have to wait for me to eat…”

Victor eyed her, a blank look on his face. “Dummy, you are the one with the food problem. Nine isn’t all that late at all. Now, get back to your office and get done as early as possible. You look like you are about to fall asleep at any moment. I already have a cab waiting for you downstairs.” He again deposited a tender kiss on her cheek and escorted her the few feet to the office door.

No sooner did the cab pull away from the building than Victor gathered up his things and headed out himself. “Goldman. I’m going out for the rest of the day. If anyone needs me, just take a note and tell them I’ll be back in the morning. I don’t want to be bothered unless an actual emergency comes up.” Goldman nodded, saluted, and went back to his work.

A short drive later, Victor stepped into his home and changed into a pair of comfortable pants and a loose t-shirt. A merry whistle filled the air as he stepped into the kitchen and began pulling ingredients from the refrigerator. He placed a skillet on the burner, turned it up all the way, and drizzled just a little bit of oil over it. While that heated he pulled a well-marbled roast from the package and sprinkled it with coarse salt and pepper. The meat hit the pan with a satisfying sizzle, immediately filling the air with the tantalizing scent of beef. He carefully browned it on all sides and transferred the meat to an oven-safe dish. Once seasoned, the dish went into the oven on a low heat to simmer away.

Next came cream, eggs, and sugar, which quickly formed into a pudding which also went into the oven. With the main staples of the meal cooking away, Victor moved on to ensuring that the house was spotless, did some paperwork, and waited for the girl to text him that she was on the way. A chime from the phone finally came and he opened the screen excitedly.

“On my way. Just left the office.”

He tapped out a reply and set the phone on the table, going to the kitchen to check on the meal. The roast proved moist and tender, the vegetables were soft, and the pudding had set up well. Victor mixed up a quick salad and began setting the table, finishing just as his doorbell rang. A smile pulled the corners of his mouth upward and he wiped his hands on a rag before heading for the door.

“I see you managed to finish early,” Victor teased, taking her coat and hanging it on the rack. She nodded and removed her shoes, then turned and stood on her tiptoes to give him a kiss. Victor happily obliged, inhaling her sweet scent as their lips met. He pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her, giving her a squeeze before releasing her and turning back toward the living room. “Sit down and I’ll make you a cup of tea while I get the food served up.”

The girl nodded, sniffing the air appreciatively. She plopped onto the couch, a sigh of relief exploding from her lungs and her eyes closing. “I’m completely exhausted,” she complained, her arm resting over her eyes to block out the ceiling light. “I’m exhausted, I’m starving, my feet hurt…” Her whining caused Victor to chuckle as he brought her a steaming mug, loose leaf tea steeping fragrantly inside. The girl whispered her thanks and held the cup in her hands. Its warmth soaked into her palms and traveled through her body, sending a shiver of pleasure down her back.

She sipped at the mug and watched Victor bustle around the kitchen, a smile playing on her lips. An intense fondness filled her heart which only intensified when he turned back with a plate in each hand. “Bring your mug to the table and you can finish your tea with supper,” Victor ordered, setting down the plates and pulling out her chair. The girl nodded and obediently sat down, her eyes devouring the food while her mouth watered.

Victor sat and they began to eat, very little discussion interrupting the sounds of their cutlery against the plate. His eyes lingered on the girl, noting every sign of exhaustion that robed her. She ate slowly, eyes drooping and dark circles not hiding well beneath her makeup. “This is delicious,” she eventually said, reaching across the table and resting her hand on Victor’s with a smile. “Thank you for making it for me.”

“You are welcome. When you’re finished, go lie down in my bed for a while. It’s getting late and you’re falling asleep at the table.” Victor’s voice was oddly soft and his eyes tender. “I’ll clean up and fill the bathtub.” The girl didn’t argue. She put one more forkful of potatoes in her mouth, chewed in slow motion, swallowed, and stood. She kissed Victor’s cheek as she passed and disappeared into the darkness of his bedroom.

Victor quickly cleaned up dinner and padded silently into his room, finding that the girl had draped herself over the center of the bed without even removing her slippers from her feet which dangled off the edge of the bed. He chuckled and slipped past into the bathroom, pulling some fragrant soaps and bath bubbles from a cabinet. “I knew these would come in handy someday,” he congratulated himself and turned on the water. He made it quite hot and added salts, bubble bath, and red rose petals to the water.

When the bathroom was sufficiently steamy and fragrant and the tub was filled, Victor returned to the bedroom and woke the girl with a kiss on the forehead. “The bath is ready for you. Let’s get you ready for it, shall we?” He knelt at the side of the bed and removed her slippers, his strong hands massaging the pads of her foot and her toes in deep, slow circles. Her eyes closed in a mixture of pleasure and pain, and a soft groan left her lips. “Does that feel good?”

“Mhmm,” the girl grunted, wincing as his fingers located a particularly sore place in the arch of her foot. Victor tenderly massaged the knot away before moving on to the other foot. “I’m not going to be able to walk after this if you’re not careful,” she teased.

Victor laughed and brushed her hair from her face. “That’s fine. I’ve carried you before and I can do it again.” Her cheeks immediately flushed and Victor laughed even harder, his shoulders shaking. “Alright, sit up. I can’t get your shirt off if you’re laying on it.” She sputtered a half protest but allowed Victor to pull her into a sitting position where he grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head. He set it aside and reached around her shoulders, but the girl pressed her hand into his chest and shook her head.

“I can undress myself, thank you very much,” she giggled nervously, spotting a strange emotion in Victor’s eyes. He relented on that front but unbuttoned her pants. She blushed even deeper and grabbed his hands, setting them in his lap. “You’re embarrassing me…”

“And such a cute thing it is, too. Seeing you all flustered and blushing,” Victor teased, rocking back and returning to his feet. “But if you insist, I’ll let you slip into the bath on your own.” He sat on the bed and pulled out his phone, using it to hide the fact that he couldn’t keep his eyes off the girl. She shuffled to the bathroom but didn’t close the door behind her.

Shuffling sounds were followed by a soft splash and a sigh of pleasure. The girl sank beneath the bubbles until only her face could be seen. Warmth went straight to her core and her skin erupted in goose flesh as it acclimated to the temperature of the water. Her eyes closed and her thoughts wandered…until a soft tap at the door brought her back to reality. Victor stood in the doorway, sheepishly peeking around the door. “Would you like me to wash your hair again? You seemed to enjoy that last time.”

“Last time I wasn’t completely naked,” she replied, the blush returning to her cheeks. Victor’s shoulders fell and he began to turn away, but the girl giggled. “It does feel nice, though. And I suppose there are enough bubbles in here.” She slid back in the tub slightly until her head and shoulders emerged, and Victor entered with a smile and a small stool. He placed it next to the tub and picked up a bottle of shampoo, dipped his hand into the water to wet it, and squirted a modest amount into his palm. He rubbed his hands together to warm and foam the soap before beginning to massage it into her scalp.

Victor worked the shampoo into a thick lather, ensuring that all of her hair was washed. “You’ve worked very hard lately. I’m proud of you,” he said as he rubbed her scalp in soft circles. “But you need to take time to relax as well. If you allow yourself to get too overworked, you’re going to end up sick in bed again.”

The girl frowned, but didn’t argue. She was too absorbed in the sensation of Victor’s touch. His hands moved down from her scalp to her neck, seeking out and gently massaging away the knots and sore places. His nails gently trailed down to her shoulders where he dug in deeper to relax the stiff muscles between her shoulder blades. Her skin twitched at his touch and she felt her chest filling with an intense fondness.

As the bubbles began to disappear, the girl sighed and brushed her wet hand across Victor’s cheek. “Time for you to go. I’m ready to get out.” Victor nodded and kissed her palm, picked up his stool, and retreated to the bedroom. The girl rinsed the remaining shampoo from her hair and emerged dripping. She looked around for a moment before spotting the large, fluffy towel Victor had set out for her.

Back in the bedroom, Victor slipped out of his clothing and under the silk sheets, enjoying their cool smoothness against his skin. He placed his hands behind his head and watched the bathroom doorway until the girl emerged, wrapped in a bathrobe and filling the room with the scent of jasmine. “Do you feel better now?”

“Much. I definitely needed this.” She sat on the edge of the bed and picked up the hairbrush that she kept there. Victor took it from her hand and began working it through her hair, removing the tangles from the bottom up. She nestled against him, eyes closed and a smile on her face. He brushed with long, deliberate strokes until no tangles remained. Victor set the brush down and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back against his bare chest. His lips nibbled her ear and neck and the girl leaned into him, tilting her head away to expose her neck completely to him.

The robe slipped from her shoulders and Victor’s lips explored them as well, finding rest in the hollow at the base of her throat. She turned and wrapped her arms around him, their lips and skin meeting finally in a much-anticipated reunion.

[river-bottom-nightmare]

the justice league often mentioned how close the titans were . they, and later other heroes as well, mused about how no matter who was on the team or which members kept cycling through or whatever horrors and betrayals they’d faced, the five of them stayed remarkably inseparable.

but it had honestly become dick, roy, donna, wally, and garth’s way of life, so they shrugged and moved on with their lives.

even so, with and casual touches commonplace and with each other’s secrets tangling in the air between them, there were some things they don’t talk about. things that would be a little odd, things that don’t need to be brought up again, things that would cause hurt feelings, things that would be funny but awkward. they don’t talk about the time they walked in on garth stapling a bunch of stuffed animals to the ceiling while naked (donna just blinked, then closed the door and walked out). they don’t talk about donna and roy’s relationship, or how roy and dick used to fuck, and how lian had brought out a side to roy that the entire team almost preferred to who he was before (donna and dick had discovered that they liked roy’s protective, sweeping hugs more than his deep kisses anyway). they don’t talk about the veritable mountain of scented creams and massage oils that dick just keeps on buying but never using (garth tried to use them once and dick hissed and threw a spatula at him so the rest of them stay away). and they don’t talk about dick and wally.

roy doesn’t mention the get together that dick likes to call a “meeting” because he wants to keep the team on track, when in reality they’re sitting around eating pizza and watching movies like they used to do years ago, nostalgia heavy and sweet around them. the actor on the tv says a quip paired with a smirk, dick responds with a muttered dirty joke because he’s been spending entirely too much time with red hood, wally snorts and says, “liar, you loved it last night when i–” and dick slams his hand over wally’s mouth. roy just shrugs amidst wally’s muffled laughter, grinning about winning a bet with himself on when dick would finally sleep with the last of his redhead friends.

donna doesn’t say anything when she crashes at dick’s apartment one night, making a pit stop in the rather obnoxiously large new york penthouse while on her way to gateway. she notes all of the photographs dick has randomly framed throughout the rooms with a sense of satisfaction, delight maybe. except she forgot that wally lives with dick now, a temporary arrangement that helps the both of them while wally gets his phd and dick comes to terms with the fact that he’s happy going part time at a liberal arts college and teaching on the side. donna doesn’t really know what wally contributes other than maybe the memorization of dick’s orders at all takeout restaurants in a five-mile radius. still, she doesn’t say anything when she walks past the master bedroom on the way to the guest room and hears relaxed, content laughter through the crack in the door, and she doesn’t say anything when that laughter turns into not-so-relaxed but definitely content moans floating down the hallway. she just snorts and slides her headphones: the big, noise-cancelling kind.

garth doesn’t tease them when wally’s large nyu sweatshirts find themselves wrapped around dick’s frame, the acrobat sighing into the comfort of them. he makes note of the deep black lace from dick’s combat boots threading through the loops of wally’s worn nikes. he laughs a little at the flash keychain dangling from dick’s keyring, one he keeps specifically to irritate bruce. instead, garth tosses some wally’s sweatshirts on dick’s bed when he’s on laundry duty in the tower, and gives wally a couple of dick’s own. he buys them both gag gifts of the others’ symbol on their birthday (and how convenient, read: adorable, is it that the two of them share a birthday?) and makes sure donna snaps a picture of the delighted looks on their faces. the two of them are so goddamn pleased at each one of these instances, so happy, that garth can’t even find it in himself to make fun of them.

roy keeps it to himself when he notices dick and wally sliding into the same side of a booth together at restaurants. usually, donna will sit with them, across from roy and garth, since donna and dick are the physically smallest people on the team, and like any pair of best friends, she’ll sling her arm around his shoulder and he’ll poke her when he’s bored. but lately, there’s always been a little bit of space between the two of them. in contrast, dick’s practically plastered to wally’s side, and wally’s leaning against dick just as much. roy hides his indulgent little smile when the two of them pick food off of each other’s plates, wally sliding his pickles to dick in a smooth movement and dick handing over most of his fries almost instinctually. dick plucks the lemon from his water in an unconscious movement, giving it to wally to suck on, and wally passes dick the hot sauce without dick even opening his mouth. their hands disappear under the table, and roy would bet donna’s swanky-professional-camera that they’re holding hands. he lets them teeter on the edge of they-know-they-don’t-know when the titans are together, because he can’t really stop himself from being the asshole best friend after years of it becoming second nature. but when it’s just the three of them plus lian eating out, he’ll order an extra dessert whenever lian asks, just so the two of them can sit a little longer.

and donna doesn’t say a word when dick starts wearing a ring when he’s in civvies, a priceless looking replica of the flash ring that speedsters keep their suit in. it’s hidden in one of the many secret pockets in dick’s suit when he’s nightwing, but when he’s just dick grayson, he fiddles with it constantly, turning it and roughly tracing over the emblem and switching it between his fingers. donna even keeps quiet when dick shows up at titans tower for a training session with the newer kids with the ring firmly on his fourth finger for the first time. she just heads over to the kitchen, where wally’s making a veritable mountain of scrambled eggs, and wraps him in a hug. wally, in a move odd for the speedster, doesn’t speak in response. he just flushes as red as his hair and hugged donna back, squeezing her hand when she pulls away.

and that gesture is enough. there may some things they don’t talk about because it’s strange or troublesome, but there are also a host of things they don’t talk about because they don’t need to. they’re close enough to understand the significance of what it means anyway. 

real talk i have no idea what the fuck this was. i just felt like writing. so. uh. yea.

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[crybabykiko]

Szn’s Creamings

Miya Osamu x Fem!Reader

Warnings: oof a lot sorry- eggnog(its delicious and you’re all just mean), corruption if you squint, clandestine sex I guess? Choking, fingering, oral (m & f receiving), nipple play, the Miya accent, improper use of Christmas decorations, bondage, unprotected sex(you should know to expect this from my writing by now), vaginal penetration, squirting, creampies/breeding, use of the word daddy like ONCE, cum eating, a dash of overstim for optimal flavor, ahegao (😌) aaaaand snowballing (aka spitting cum in someone’s mouth) swearing obviously ummmmm shit man idk anymore I’m 999% sure that’s it- good shit below da cut

Wc: 2.5k

A/N: Merry Christmas to those who celebrate, and a VERY Happy Holiday no matter your culture’s festivities! This is part of my collab with my lovely friends in The Sewer Server- @rat-suki ty anu for organizing it all! I’m love u. This fic was written in an eggnog & fireball induced  blackout, and is singlehandedly fueled by lust for Osamu’s Dorito body and my love for Steak n’ Shake.

Cheese-on’s Greetings Collab mlist here 🎄🎁🐁

“This... is it?” He cocked an eyebrow at the concoction, the red and green sprinkles bleeding dye into the whipped cream, the sad cherry on top sunken into it. 

“This is what you’ve been goin’ on about fer the last 3 weeks?” 

This- was an eggnog milkshake. A wintertime classic, and a staple at the local diner in your hometown. Simple enough. It didn’t look like much- in fact, it honestly wasn't. But to you, this shitty, artificially-flavored diner milkshake encompassed all the joys of holiday magic into one tall, frosted glass. You could count the years you spent in this diner, knocking them back. You’ve grown of course, but the nostalgia always stays the same. Having Osamu come to your hometown for the holidays was a pretty big step in your relationship, sure, but including him in the milkshake tradition usually reserved for your best friend? That was even bigger. 

“You haven’t even taken a sip, you ass,” you giggled, putting your own straw to your lips, reveling in the cool flavor that was coating your tongue. Pure sugar, just a hint of nutmeg and cinnamon- perfect as always. You pushed the glass over to him, urging him to try for himself. He took in a large drink, letting it rest before clicking his tongue a few times and looking over at your eyes- eyes that were aglow with anticipation and gingerbread men? No, that was just the reflection of the gaudy tinsel that adorned the booth you sat in. 

“Soooo?” 

“Not bad,” he sighed, pushing the glass back your way. Always anticlimactic. 

“But I could definitely make one that’s better.”

“I’d like to see you try,” you shot back, narrowing your eyes at him. 

One thing you knew he could never resist was a challenge. Grabbing his wallet, he slammed some bills on the table, whisking you away from the diner in 2 minutes flat, the milkshake an ever present memory, like that of the favorite Christmas gift from childhoods passed. You didn’t think he’d take it that seriously, but you also knew that Osamu took everything- especially food- seriously.

Even still, the drive back to your parents’ was a calm one, like every night adventure. The only difference was the bitter cold in the air, and the soft crooning of songs about Santa Claus on the radio. The only thing was- you just couldn’t stop pressing your thighs together….

“Put it away, sir.” you said jokingly, shifting your current position on the couch. Miracle on 34th Street shown on the small screen of the television as you flicked through what seemed like every Christmas movie ever made with the remote.  The feeling of his cock starting to stiffen at your back told you everything you needed to know; that Osamu wasn’t interested in whether or not Santa Claus was real, or  whatever the ‘true’ meaning of Christmas was- he was solely interested in the meaning of that which currently resided between your legs. 

A sneaky had drifted under your shirt, breath hitching in your throat as his thick fingers rolled one of your nipples, the soft tugging leaving you mewling as the sensation traveled down to your now throbbing clit. You leaned into it for a split second, but you were bought back to reality by the sight of your family’s Christmas photos on the fireplace mantle. There was no way in hell you could get fucked in front of a photo of your grandmother. You swatted Osamu’s hand away.

“We can NOT do this right now-” your words fell on deaf ears as  his hand snaked up your thigh, leaving a trail of warmth in  its wake as he settled them right above your stomach, fiddling with the drawstrings of your shorts. 

“My mom and dad are literally upstairs….” The words left your mouth faintly your body lurching toward him.

Again, you tried. A valiant attempt. It wasn’t a lie- they most certainly were upstairs, presumably fast asleep, as they had been up there for almost two hours now, leaving you and Osamu to watch a few corny Christmas movies- or so they thought. But he saw through your objections. Hearing the way your voice softened, seeing how your chest wavered as he got closer and closer to your face, he simply couldn’t contain himself. 

“It’s not my fault ‘ya wanted to stay here,” he huffed, large hands seizing your own, pushing away their protests as he passed his thumb up and down your clothed slit. You bit your lip in an effort to silence the moan that was bubbling its way up and out of your mouth. You had started to become feverish, your own state of vulnerability apparent as Osamu used one arm to pin your wrists above your head, sending your lower half flailing and bucking up into his free hand as you whimpered desperately for his touch.

“You want it, don’t ya, little love?” Little love. The one pet name you could never resist. Almost like a switch, you moaned a particularly needy, not-so-hushed “hmmhm- yes, daddy,” that definitely would have blown your cover. Luckily, Osamu’s thick fingers worked their way into your mouth to silence you, your lips immediately wrapping around them and obediently sucking to heed his words.

“Just be s’quiet as possible,” his hushed tone came out in a low baritone. He pressed a finger to his lips, pointing another up toward the ceiling from the couch of your parents living room. 

Keeping your arms restrained, your boyfriend’s free hand pushed past your layers of clothes, your saliva coated his fingers, providing just enough slickness to enter your hole with ease, gently curling against that soft spot right inside. You were so warm, so needy, easily molding into his touch as he watched your eyes widen within his. You fixed your mouth to open, but it hung there as his fingers worked, your cunt sucking  them in manically. 

“F-fuck,” you could barely manage that. “Please I-hmph- please…”

“Use yer words, little love,” he cooed, the tone of his voice was sickeningly slow as he teased you, slowing his fingers down. You bucked your hips in protest, pouting and wiggling underneath him to feel some form of friction.

“Stop Squirmin’.” His demeanor shifted immediately, darkening at your perceived disobedience. The hands that held your wrists met your throat, a half gasp escaping you as he gently squeezed, your face softening into a pout. 

“I said- use yer words.”

“Please, please fuck me,” you squeaked. “F-fill me up.”

“Then we gotta find a way t’keep ya nice n’ still. Will you be good fer me?”

You nodded. You always were. Osamu’s ability to render you a compliant, malleable toy for him to fuck was astounding. You could spend the rest of your life being his obedient little thing without a care in the world or a complaint.

“I know ya will,” he pressed a kiss to your lips. “My little love’s always s’good…” 

You knew you were in for it- but you didn’t expect this. It was a little different from your normal setup, but at the same time, the rush of excitement built in the pit of your stomach just as it did the first time ‘Samu ever bound you. It just so happened that there were some discarded lights nearby the Christmas tree. You could see the glimmer of an idea in his eyes as he plugged them in, smiling as the glow lit up his face. He looked at you on the couch and wiggled his eyebrows- as much as you wanted to laugh out loud, you weren’t in the position to be picky about your rigging tonight. You had to make do. 

“It’s…. festive?” You could tell that even he was amused. But amusement aside, the desire that built between you, the stored tension of having not touched each other for almost two days now was clearly screaming to be addressed. His large hands made a bite in the wiring of the lights and they quickly found themselves around your wrists, the illumination beautiful, but also kind of blinding this close to your face. With a kiss to your lips, he moved from your wrists and down toward your torso, trailing an interesting track of holiday cheer into a harness around your chest and tying in your back. Your arms were bent forward at the elbow, snugly enough so that you could wiggle your fists, but your wrists were of no use.

 Pushing you onto your knees, you felt the press of your boyfriend’s hand against your back as he repositioned your arms and elbows to place you on all fours. Cool air immediately hit the skin of your lower half as you felt him pull your bottoms off. You wriggled your hips in an effort to help, but instead your flesh was met with an aggressive strike. Managing to catch your discomfort in your throat, a lowered hiss bared through your gritted teeth, soon followed by a sharpened inhale as you felt the presence of him towering over you. 

“Been thinking about the way those cute lips were wrapped around that straw all night,” he panted, palming his cock through his sweats. You could see how uncomfortably hard he was- it lit a fire in the pit of your stomach. You couldn’t wait to serve him, you couldn’t wait to feel the weight of his thick cock against your tongue- and stretching your pussy past it’s limits.

“I bet’cher sweet mouth wrapped around my cock would look even prettier, don’t ya think?” 

His words hit at your core. Your mouth began to water in anticipation as he pulled himself out of his sweats, gently pumping before lining up at your mouth. 

Delicately, your tongue swirled down the slit of the head, plush lips wrapping around the pink bulb. Osamu’s hands guided your head down the length, drool sliding out of your mouth and down your  chin, where it dripped onto your chest, riddled with bright multicolored light. Slowly, he fucked himself with your throat, allowing you to adjust to his girth. 

“Yep,” he exhaled deeply, hissing at how warm your mouth felt around him.

 “Ev’n prettier.”

 His motions sped up as he bobbed your head up and down, the slight saltiness of his precum going down easily, leaving you practically begging for a full load.  You always craved him on your tongue- he tasted much better than any diner milkshake could. The soft gargling of his assault on your throat slowed to a stop as he pulled you off, leaving you gasping for air. Licking the drool from the corners of your lips, Osamu kissed you passionately before throwing your bound body onto the couch.

You clenched haphazardly around his cock as soon as he entered you, head flying forward with the force of his thrusts. His arm held you upright, parallel to his chest as his cock pistoned in and out of your hole. 

“‘S-sa-ah!~ ‘Samu- ffuck!” Your eyes snapped shut as he fucked into you. His breathy grunts resounded deep in your ears, sending jolts of molten lust down your spine, chest heaving as you tried keeping your voices down. Your hot, wet cunt sucked him in deeper and deeper each time he entered you- your urge to milk him for everything he had was only made more apparent by it. 

“I can feel you baby,” He purred into your ear. “So fucking wet.” 

Osamu released you from his hold, letting you fall forward into the couch, one hand pushing your head into the cushions, the other roughly kneading at the flesh where your ass and hip met, digging his nails into the flesh as he began to carnally pound into your pussy. Each stroke hit your sweet spot with a ridiculously precise skill. Your muffled sobs echoed into the cushions of the couch as he drilled you, never once slowing the rate in which his hips snapped into yours. You wouldn’t be surprised if the smacking of his skin against yours woke your parents at this rate- you couldn’t be bothered to care with your orgasm this close to the horizon. 

Somehow you managed to free a hand from your twinkling ties, immediately pushing it to your clit to rub it feverishly. The squelching started up shortly after, your ears beginning to ring as your throat squealed itself raw into the deep void beneath you. Osamu pulled you back by your hair, pressing his lips to your ear and clasping a hand to your mouth.

“Keep rubbing that pretty pussy, sweet girl, so fucking close to cumming fer me, aren’t ya?”

You could only whine in response. He softened the hand on your mouth, muffled words spilling out.

“I’m gonna cu-ah-cum! Please let me cum!” 

“Hmmm? Gonna cum? Did I hear ya right, little love?” He knew what he was doing, egging you on like this.

You were mere milliseconds away from losing it, the edge pulling up to you so close that you could barely collect yourself as you began to feel yourself slip over it- eyes whiting out as Osamu gave you the go-ahead. 

“Just let me c-” he finished your sentence for you.

“Cum.” It was a simple word, a simple command. But the way it hit your ears: the way the low growl tore through your body- you didn't stand a chance. The warm wetness of your release sprayed against his abs, trickling down your thighs and pooling into the upholstery. Your eyes crossed, face contorting further into lewd bliss as a scream tried to escape your mouth- but only silence hiccuped its way out. 

“Good fucking girl- now take this, baby. Take it all…” God, he was the devil. 

Fucking you through it- your boyfriend chased his own high, cock twitching inside as the vision of you wrapped in lights blurring into colorful stars as he spilled into you, his load coating your insides with a mass of sticky, soothing heat. You both collapsed into each other, bodies writhing as you caught your heavy breaths. 

As he slipped out of you, Osamu lifted your hips to his mouth, sucking in the mixture of his and your own release, savoring it on his tongue. Your puffy, fucked-out cunt spasmed at the contact, the sensation overwhelming as you tugged at his steely grey locks, snapping his head back. 

“Hmmph-  s’too much ‘Samu!” Your thighs clamped together as soon as he released you.

Humming a soft apology, he moved up from your lower lips to the upper ones, pushing his tongue past them, spitting arousal across your tongue. You swallowed the mixture greedily, smiling against his lips. You could still feel ropes of cum pouring from your spamming hole and leaking onto your thighs.

“Whaddaya think?” The words were slurred against the skin at the crook of your neck while he peppered your skin with kisses.

“Delicious.” You looked at him with a smirk, mind still hazy as your body shook its way through a few more aftershocks. 

“Told ya I could make a better milkshake.”

 As he said it, laughter broke out between the two of you. Your chest struggled against the harness, as it was still pretty tight. Osamu unplugged the decorations, gently untying you as snow fell outside your living room window, the faint jingling of bells filling the room again as the tv light illuminated you both. 

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♡ after the breakup au masterlist | scents that linger - food related his perspective

⤅ heeseung - coconuts

there was always so much pressure on heeseung to be the best at everything. the title of “ace” became one that gave more expectations than he initially expected. but despite all the stress, criticism, and constant questioning of whether or not he made the right choice, you were always there for him. your presence became the source of comfort the ace could let go in and he could just be lee heeseung. your hugs, those were his favorite. whenever he hugged you, he was instantly met with the scent of your coconut shampoo. whenever he kissed the top of your head, there was your coconut shampoo. before he went to sleep, he’d nuzzle his head in the crook of your neck, always met with your coconut shampoo. he never knew how much coconuts could mean to him. it was there when he woke up and there when he went to sleep. but today, he goes to sleep in a weight in his heart and thousands of thoughts running through his head. your coconut shampoo lingers on the fibers of his pillowcase but you weren’t here and he had no one to hug. 

⤅ jay - your favorite tea

the scent of your tea was one jay was all too familiar with. you needed it right when you woke up, a lesson he had learned early on during the beginning stages of the two of you living together. sometimes, you made a cup at 2 am needing it to function as you continued your work before falling asleep. the scent sometimes woke him up, causing him to ask you to come back to bed only for you to tell him that you were almost done. other times, despite the caffeine content, you’d make a cup before going to bed. one day, you had run out of the honey you typically used for your tea and asked jay if you could use him to which he responded, 

“you don’t need to ask, love. what’s mine is yours.” since then, you’d use his honey instead of the one you used to buy since it made the tea just a little sweeter. this led to constantly needing to make trips to the grocery store to refill that specific brand but neither of you quite minded. after moving out, you had left some of your tea bags behind. as much as he didn’t want to admit it, jay made a cup from time to time when he missed you. tonight, he uses the remaining drops of his honey on the last tea bag you left behind while closing his eyes as the scent hits his nose in hopes of feeling your presence with him.

⤅ jake - cookies in the oven 

you liked to bake, something that jake always supported. but you did it at the most weirdest and most random times. sometimes you’d bake right when you woke up and the two of you would have a savory pastry for breakfast. other times, you’d bake in the middle of the night instead of sleeping because you “felt like it.” jake loved the scent of cookies in the oven not caring if it woke him up because it was that good. but one night, he fell even more in love with you and he looked into the oven and saw something baking in the shape of bones.

“what are those?” he asked. 

“treats for layla. if she likes them, i'll bake more babe so we don't have to always buy them.” that night, the scent of cookies left an imprint on his heart upon the realization that you cared for layla just as much as he did, to the extent that you’d give her homemade dog treats. as layla eats the last treat you made just before leaving, jake can’t stop his tears slipping, can’t stop his mind clouding with thoughts of you, and can’t stop missing you. 

⤅ sunghoon - garlic 

garlic in the frying pan, a familiar scent for most people. it’s the first scent that hits you when you enter the kitchen, sometimes as early as your first step into the house. sunghoon has always loved the scent of garlic, reminding him of childhood meals and special dinners. when dating you, the scent of garlic took on a meaning different from his mother’s dishes and old home. the scent of garlic became accompanied with back hugs and constant teasing. it’d appear as a result of fried rice or sautéed vegetables, amongst other things in an effort to try and eat healthy for once. it became associated with endless laughter and failed attempts of trying new recipes since neither of you were actually chefs. he grew to love it more, found the scent reaching depths of his soul he was unaware even existed. the scent of garlic in the frying pan is lovely, but if neglected it can burn easily. 

⤅ sunoo - slightly burnt french toast 

french toast has always something sunoo’s enjoyed. one night, ingredients in the fridge were running low and ordering in wasn’t something that you didn’t want to do, so you decided to make french toast for you and sunoo’s dinner. while cooking, sunoo came into the kitchen. he distracted you through a multitude of ways which lead to burnt french toast filling the air. but while food was something sunoo held in high regards, he didn’t quite the slightly burnt french toast now in his stomach. french toast became a staple when you were around (typically for dinner) and he looked forward to it every time. tonight, he made french toast. he didn’t pay attention to it, too caught up in wondering what it’d be be like if you were here. the burnt smell filled the air, reminding him of how your love burned down and turned to ashes. 

⤅ jungwon - vanilla

for whatever reason, you loved vanilla. loved it in cakes. always chose it when going out for ice cream. tended to put just a little too much than you should’ve when baking cookies. the taste lingered on your lips when he’d kiss you, ice cream in the freezer and flavoring in the cupboard. he liked it, despite how vanilla was seen as boring, vanilla was uniquely you. jungwon learned that you were everything but vanilla. you were fun and spontaneous with a certain type of creativity he’d never seen in anyone else before. you were colorful and smiling, the better part of his day that he always looked forward to. but somewhere down the line, you started to see jungwon’s love as vanilla and there was nothing he could do to change it. 

⤅ ni-ki - strawberries

the scent of strawberries was on your lips since it was the flavor of the chapstick you always wore, one that he bought for you. but strawberries held a special place in his heart aside from that. you found it weird that ni-ki liked to microwave strawberries (as well as other things) and you didn’t hesitate to call him out or tease him about it. but despite your constant teasing, you’d always warm up a bowl of strawberries for him. when he heard the familiar sound of the microwave running and the scent of strawberries filling the air, his heart would beat a little faster and in the bottom of his stomach he could feel the same warmth a person felt while rested by a campfire. the scent of strawberries meant your presence was nearby. but today, as the scent of strawberries fills in the air mixed in with the sound of the microwave running, his heart sinks to the bottom of the pacific ocean while the bottom of his stomach feels as if it were in antarctica. the scent of strawberries now meant you were gone.

♡ main masterlist || navi

[extremelyblackandwhite]

a year in the life | rockstar! s.s.

pairing: rockstar!sebastian stan x writer!reader

main work: i wanna know what love is

season: autumn 🍁

a/n: in celebration of 4 major works of mine turning one this year (my babies, cannot believe it’s been a year) and based on the reboot of gilmore girls, i will be revisiting my works per season. we are starting with autumn and rockstar!seb. hope you enjoy xx

Y/N laid on the big chez lounge couch in the middle of her living room, surrounded by her children’s toys, with a large bowl of Doritos on her lap as the Real Housewives played on the background. For the very first time since forever, she was alone at home; Jess and Marion were at their respective schools while Sebastian was busy in the studio, doing some rearrangements to a new album. She loved the three of them more than anything but she knew that she would’ve never had the chance to eat Doritos without Sebastian complaining it was unhealthy for her or her children trying to take a bite. Lately, all she wants is to lay low, bask in her leave from work and watch some trashy TV. 

As her eyes were getting heavier and heavier with sleep when the front door opened, sending her back into alert mood. Luckily, it wasn’t no one trying to break in but her husband who still couldn’t open doors without making a big ruckus about it. 

     - I’m sorry, bunny. -  he stepped back as he recognised his wife’s sleepy face. - I thought you’d be in the bedroom. 

     - Can’t move. - she pointed at her bulging bump covered by one of his old jumpers which seemed to be the only thing that fully covered her at this particular stage. Sebastian chuckled, walking over to her to quickly kiss her, hand caressing her bump through the jumper. - Didn’t expect you to be home so early.

      - I can see. - he pointed at the bowl of Doritos on her lap. - You’re supposed to be the prudent one. 

    - I’m carrying your offspring. It makes me make bad decisions. - she teased, cuddling against him as he sat by her side, worn out slightly loose black leather jacket still on. - How are the boys?

    - Fighting about who gets to be godfather this time.

    - Did you tell them my brother is gonna be the godfather?

    - Now, where would the fun be in that, bunny? - he smirked, with that boyish like looks he still managed to remain after all these years. 

    - Stop it. - she leaned towards him to kiss him. 

    - How are you feeling today? - his hand mindlessly rubbed her bump, feeling the little moves of the baby whenever the baby moved. - Little one is a bit feisty today.

    - It’s been like this all of last night. I think I might be closer to labour than we think.

    - Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve driven the kids to school, honey love. 

    - You needed to sleep. - she groaned as she stretched her legs. - Besides, Marion is staying with your mum today so I wanted to spend some time with her before she went. 

    - No kids tonight? - he leaned over to kiss her collarbone. - How long has it been?

    - As long as I’ve been pregnant. - she pushed him away playfully. - Jess is not going. 

    - Why not? Jess loves my mum. Is he sick? Urgh, is the flu going around his class again? We need to put him into a better school, those kids at his school are always s...

    - Seb, stop. - she rolled her eyes, smiling at the same time at how he’d gone from let it be to constant rambling about his children’s wellbeing. - He just wants to be home tonight and he’s been a little sad lately. 

    - You’re sure he’s not sick? Because there’s this private school which tests kids for all those flu things.

    - He’s not sick. He’s just got ... a bit of a lovebug. He got like this when I was last pregnant with Marion. 

    - Well, at least he hasn’t decided that the baby is just not coming. - Sebastian referred to Marion. Their daughter had just decided there was no baby coming around, even after being offered her own bedroom with her own bathroom, just for herself. - I’ll go pick him up, make it a whole thing. Maybe even pass by Al’s ... get you that pasta you really like. 

    - You’re just trying to make me forget that you’re the reason we’re moving houses. 

   - Y/N, this house has always been too small.

   - That’s because you need a whole room for your guitars alone. 

She’d spend the best part of her initial married years trying to convince Sebastian to either get a storage unit to put all his guitars in or to just merge it with his office yet, he’d always come back with an excuse. “Honey love, they need to be displayed”, “Bunny I would just get distracted if they were in my office” he would tell her with his rockstar like charm which she thought was strong enough to resist, yet how can she say no when he immediately shifts from boyish smile to having her pressed against the wall of that very same room, pounding into her as if he was an up and coming rockstar and her his favourite groupie. With the need for that bedroom, their once spacious apartment they bought when she was pregnant with Jess was becoming too small. Normally Y/N would be okay with it but being 8 months pregnant during the fall where it constantly rains in New York, moving seemed like the last thing she’d like to do and just thinking about it made her tired already. After all, she could barely walk to the kitchen without feeling tired or taking a short break in the middle of the path. She thought that after two pregnancies, the third one would be a walk in the park. Turns out it’s more like a run in the park, except the park is on fire and she’s barefoot. 

   - Honey love, asking me to get rid of my guitars is like asking you to get rid of your five copies of Emma.

   - They’re in different languages. - she argued back.

   - They’re different models, besides, we can finally have a guest bedroom. You always wanted a guest bedroom.

   - Sure then maybe my grandfather will come visit more often. How about that? - Sebastian chuckled at her answer. - I’m not joking. You get me pregnant, you get to be annoyed by my grandfather. 

   - You’re acting like this is my fault when you were the one who wore fishnets with a leather skirt. I’m only human. 

   - Fine, 10% my fault, 90% you fault. That’s my final offer.

   - You sure? 

   - Yes. You see, you are a sex maniac who cannot be controlled. 

   - That’s not what you wrote about me. - he smirked. - You said I had more soul than just a sex pot. 

   - Do not quote my own words at me.

   -  You bought my old guitar.

   - Urgh ... - she rolled her eyes. Sebastian grinned, happy he’d won the debate. - Just go make the other mums jealous please.

   - Look at you, using me for my sex appeal only.

   - No. I just really enjoy being the powerful mum. 

   - Yeah? What’s that like?

   - Constant questions about if we do weird sex blood rituals. Then mysterious answers, so they all fear you and don’t force you to attend PTA meetings on date nights. 

   - I gotta say, bunny ... we got this parenting thing covered. 

   - We do.

   - When I come back, you better not have a bowl of Doritos on your belly.

   - I’ll do whatever I want.

   - Sure, bunny, if you walk to the kitchen by yourself ...

   - Low move, Stan. Low.

   - You love me. - he chuckled, grabbing his keys from the trinket dish by the entry door. - See you soon, bunny.

   - Love you. - she scrunched her face in a little smile which he couldn’t help but smile back.

Sebastian liked to pick up Marion and Jess from school. His schedule normally meant Y/N, who had a more 9-5 job, was the one who’d do the drop offs and collections so he’d always meet them at home but whenever he could pick them up, he’d be the first one there. He just loved to see his two babies come out of school in their little uniforms which he incredibly hated when they first enrolled but now couldn’t help but find incredibly adorable. He also loved to see how both his children came out of school. Marion would be the one who’d take the longest, surrounded by all her friends and probably nursing a scrape or two on her knee as if kindergarten 2-3 year old was a big fighting ground while Jess would come out as quickly as he could. 

He parked slightly in front of his son’s school, coming out of the car and leaning against it. The parents’ eyes were immediately on him, maybe it was due to the star power or, most likely, it was because he was wearing a leather jacket, dark shades and his neck tattoo could be seen peaking out the collar of his jacket. His shoes crinkled the fallen leaves on the floor, avoiding those looks as he waited for his son. He knew who he was and he was not going to change it because he became a father, he is a good father, he knows that. The bell rang and a swarm of children came rushing out of the school, and they say birth rates are low. He took his sunglasses off, trying to pin point his son in the middle of all different aged children. 

   -  DAD! - he turned his head to the memorable voice, crutching down as he son rushed to him. Jess wrapped his arms around his father, little childish giggles as Sebastian pulled him off the floor.

   - Hey, buddy. How was school?

   - We did hand turkeys.

   - Hand turkeys? No way, that’s so cool. - he opened up the car’s passenger’s seat, sticking around to check if he fastened his seatbelt correctly before taking the driver’s seat. - It’s just gonna be us three today, bud. You, me and mummy. We getting Al’s and some ice cream. 

   - Why didn’t mummy come?

   - Mummy is very tired, buddy. The baby is kicking a lot, won’t let the baby sleep.

   - Oh ...  - Sebastian saw his son’s face grow sadder.

   - What do you want from Al’s, bud? You can get whatever you want.

   - Really?

   - Yeah.

The little restaurant had soon become a staple in their family life. Sebastian had. discovered by accident after accidentally burning dinner for Y/N’s. He wasn’t already too popular with Y/N’s family so he knew he had to fix it and there it was, the small little restaurant filled with delicious food. Now, it was just a Friday night tradition yet today was special, almost nostalgic to when Y/N, Sebastian and Jess had their first home. Back when Y/N and him were new parents and would trip on every toy in the apartment. God, those were the days. 

  - Dad? - Jess pulled at his sleeve while the two were waiting in the queue. 

  - Yeah, bud? - Sebastian picked him up, already understanding the signs of whenever he wanted to be held. 

  - I ... The baby’s not coming for a while, right? 

  - Why, Jessie? What did Marion say?

  - She didn’t say anything ... uhm, it’s gonna be three of us now. 

  - Yeah. We’re gonna get a new big place, we can even get a dog or a cat. You always wanted a cat, didn’t you? 

  - But, now I’m third.

  - What do you mean? - Sebastian furrowed his brows at the comment.

  - Well, when Marion was a baby you and mummy were always with her but she’s still a baby and now there’s a new baby, so I’m gonna be third. - Sebastian’s heart broke at that comment. Now it made sense. - And ... you’re not home a lot and mummy is gonna be busy with the baby.

  - Hey, you’re not third. - he rubbed his son’s back, kissing the side of his head, soothing him to the best of his ability. - You want me to be home more?

  - No, daddy ... you like doing music. 

  - Hm ... how about you come to the studio with me when you don’t have school?

  - Really? But you said I’m too little. 

  - Well, you’re gonna be a big brother again, I think it’s time.

  - Really?

  - Yeah. - he smiled him, his smile reflecting back at him. 

  - Faye. 

  - What?

  - We should name the baby Faye. 

  - Faye? You want your baby sister to be named Faye?

  - Yes.

  - Well ... Faye it is.