#how to train your drag queen

[iamafule]

Httyd but instead of how to train your dragon it's how to train your drag queen and they have drag shows where every drag queen is given a dragon that they have to base their outfit off of

[cryptidstealingyourcreditcard]

decided to hop on the madam ulgerthorpe train

[makismei]

cw: pleasure dom toji!!!, overstim, he’s sweet, squirting. 18+ content, penetration, little hint of anal play, fingering, oral f! receiving, established relationship

“baby, chill out,” he scolds, grabbing you by the hips and dragging you back. he knocks your legs open and you whimper, resisting.

“tojiii,” you whine, all drawn out and pretty, “please, it’s too much, i can’t cum.”

he scoffs, wet fingers rubbing against your pussy. your body locks up and he holds back a groan at the tears in your eyes. “it’s only too much because you can’t stay still. you did this to yourself, doll.”

you shake your head, stubborn as ever. “‘s not my fault! you just suck!”

eye twitching, toji presses two fingers inside without warning. “i think i’ve been too nice to you, baby.” he hums, scissoring his fingers and relishing in the way your back arches. “look at ya, talking back to me.”

he thrusts his digits, forcing your leg to open wider, while his thumb massages your clit. he presses down, applying pressure and making out little shapes.

you wriggle, tears pooling in your eyes like the drama queen you are. “no! not like thaaaat!”

“why, baby?” he questions, “you cum so quick when i have ya like this.”

you whine loudly, legs starting to shake. toji licks his lips, eyes training hungrily on your cunt. you’re almost there, but you’re fighting the urge to cum, knowing it pisses him off.

it makes him regret the fact he used to make you hold back your orgasms, only letting you cum if he said so—because now look, you’re using it against him.

but toji is competitive and he loves to win.

so he crooks his fingers just right, hooking onto that one spongey spot that guarantees his victory every. single. time.

“yeah,” he goads, watching your body suddenly lock up and wetness spew from your pussy like a geyser, “‘s what i thought.”

he rubs your pussy, just to make your squirt splash around. it’s humiliating, how he toys with your body and forces you into endless pleasure until you go stupid.

but you love it, despite the fact you like resisting, toji knows all too well that it’s just an act.

you turn onto your side, quivering from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

wordlessly, he manhandles you onto your knees, shoving your face into the mattress. you moan at the feeling of his tongue lapping at your pussy, muffling a scream when his lips latch onto your swollen clit and suck, his tongue playfully flicking your little bud.

he alternates between nibbling and sucking, reducing you to a babbling, incoherent disaster.

“cumming!” you warn, more squirt splashing shamelessly onto his face and all over the sheets. you fall forward, head turned to the side and panting.

“what a mess,” he chides, clicking his tongue. “aren’t ya ashamed?”

it’s teasing, but you’re so turned on. you hike up your knees again, wiggling your ass enticingly. you look over your shoulder, pouting. “‘m sorry, toji. didn’t mean to be messy.”

“sorry?” he asks, frantically you nod. burly hand slides up and down his cock, catching your slit and using your fluids as lube. his gaze flits to you momentarily, “yer really sorry?”

you nod again, squirming, “i am! m’ so sorry.”

toji grins, watching his cock disappear into your cunt, “then cum for me again, c’mon, hurry.”

you yell, arms unable to hold yourself up.

he plows into you mercilessly, fingers digging into the plush of your ass. your eyes widen when you feel his thumb on your other hole, rubbing it teasingly.

“what if i put my thumb in here, baby? what do you think will happen?” you feel a line of spit hit your ass, his thumb collecting it before returning to teasing your other hole. “remember your little treasure chest? swore i saw some plugs in there..”

weakly, you try to support yourself on shaky arms, moaning incoherently. “i— toji, i… ahh, mmph!”

you fall back down, face first, and he just laughs, “s’ okay, you don’t have’ta say anything. ya know why?” he goads, thrusting just a little bit harder, teasing you. “‘cause your little pussy is telling me all i need to know.”

toji groans and it’s loud, feeling your cunt squeeze down, trying to milk him for everything he’s worth. “that’s right,” draping himself over your back, his hand sneaks its way to flick your bud, relishing in your squeals and they way your body squirms.

“cum, pretty, c’mon,” he breathes, leaving spit-soaked kisses on your back, “need ya to feel good for me.”

he sings praises in your ear when he hears you gush all over the already damp sheets, moaning into your skin as his thrusts grow sloppy, before he’s dumping wads of hot cum into your battered pussy.

“fuck me,” he sighs, dragging his lips along your shoulder blades and nape, hips still pushing into your ass.

you’re whining, tears blurring your vision as you ride out the pleasure toji relentlessly gives. you’ve fallen into prone bone, too fucked out to utter words besides incoherent babbles.

his hands find purchase beside your head, dropping to his forearms, but refusing to pull out but littering your skin with feverish kisses, “did so good for me, sweets.”

he’s reassuring, knowing it’s intense for you. but toji has a mean streak that he likes to keep up, so naturally he’s teasing. “my baby, so fucked out, huh? it’s okay, you’re so cute like this. always so sweet after i dick you down enough.”

he pulls out, knocking your legs apart to watch his cum drool out of your slit. “mm, yer perfect, baby.”

you flop onto your back, pinching toji’s arm and refusing to look him in the eye. he grins, “what? you want a kiss?”

you nod slowly, cheeks burning. he just knows you too well.

but he complies, all too easily. it’s you, after all.

swallowing up your little moans, he devours your lips, pushing his tongue into your mouth. burly hands cup your face, opening his eyes to see yours squeezed shut. he grins, biting your lower lip when he pulls away.

rough thumbs wipe your teary cheeks. “there’s your kiss, baby. you happy?”

“yeah…” you mutter, eyelashes fluttering as you look up at him. “another one?”

he smiles and it’s warm and full of love, leaning down, toji brushes his lips against yours. “sure doll, anything you want.”

[rin-may-1103]

The Wrong Robin Au (part two?)

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"Alright, kid." Danny sighed as he walked back into the motel. "tell you what, you tell me everything you think you know about me and bats, and I'll be Robin. Deal?"

Tim's eyes widen in surprise, "wait, really?" he asks, dropping the third Oreo he had been trying to balance on Sam's forehead. Sam snored, her nose twitching in agitation for a moment before going back to normal.

Tim leaned back, keeping an eye on her. "do you really mean it? you'll come back and fix him?"

Danny sighed, "I can't promise that I'll be able to fix him, but I can promise to do my best."

Tim nodded his head, "That's all I ask." then the kid stood up, holding his hand out for Danny to shake, "We got a deal, Robin."

Danny smirked, unable to keep a straight face at how cute the kid was being. Reaching out, he shook his hand.

"Right, first things first. Who's Batman, and why do you think so?" Danny asked, making his way over to the table. Tim followed behind him, his face brightening up in excitement.

"Bruce Wayne of course," Tim cheered, plopping down onto the chair across from Danny.

Of course, another rich fruit loop would be Batman. Why not? What's next? Lex Luther was Superman's archnemesis? Oliver Queen cosplayed Katniss Everdeen?

"I thought Dick Grayson, Bruce's ward, was Robin at first. It had made sense, or at least mostly did but I wasn't completely sold on it. I only really thought it was him because Robin was able to do a quadruple backflip, and only Grayson's family was able to do that. but then I saw you! and it makes perfect sense!" Tim smiled excitedly, leaning forward as he continued.

"You were able to do the flip, AND you acted just like Robin did! Dick doesn't act like Robin in public, or ever really. But you do! You did the flip, you make puns! you even bit that one mugger!"

Danny blinked before slowly nodding his head; Well, at least his personality wasn't going to be a problem. "right, makes sense," not. it did not make sense, but who was Danny to crush this kid's hopes. also, how long ago was this? because Danny hadn't done the flip this time... he's definitely bitten a criminal or two over the past two weeks, but the flip? that had to have been back when he first got his powers... he vaguely remembers his parents dragging him around the country on some trip Vlad set up for them.

see, it was totally Vlad's fault.

"and who was the second Robin?" Danny asked, leaning back and crossing his arms.

"Bruce's second kid, Jason Todd," Tim replied, not smiling anymore. "The Joker killed Robin over in Ethiopia. Jason went missing and was declared dead around the same time."

"Right," Danny coughed, glancing away from Tim. "and what else do you know?"

"Well, I know Commissioner Gordon's daughter, Barbara, was batgirl..." Tim trailed off with a wince, obviously not liking the conversation anymore. Danny had to agree, the whole class had been informed about the dangers of Gotham City. Barbara Gordan had been one of the examples they used.

"I know that you're using a fake name!" Tim suddenly added, looking more lively now. Danny blinked before sighing, "Yeah? and why's that?"

"you used your bat training to make a fake identity to throw Bruce off your trail! That way you would have more time to settle in with your new team! and it worked for a while, that is until he caught up to you and your team. it doesn't seem he knows about this identity, so you've been using it ever since Jason's death. because you're mad at him."

"and why am I mad at him?" Danny asked, tilting his head back to stare at the ceiling. Just what had he gotten himself into?

"because he didn't tell you about Jason's death." Danny glanced back at the kid, watching as he looked away and out the window. "just like he didn't tell Dick..."

had he finally connected the dots? had he finally realized he got the wrong person?

"why would he not tell you two?" Tim asked, turning to look up at Danny. Danny shrugged, turning to look back at the ceiling. "grief makes people do things they never would have before." like becoming a billionaire and spending twenty years scheming on how to murder a single man. or it could make them more obsessed with their work.

Danny knows Greif, he's had to deal with it for years now. It's the only thing he understands about why Batman has changed so much. Greif, especially for someone you love? It changes you, it holds onto your heart and never lets go. It can drive you insane if you let it.

"he was so caught up in his own grief he didn't realize that there were others who needed to grieve with him."

"Oh," Tim replied.

they sat in silence for a moment before Tim spoke up again.

"I know where the Batcave is."

Danny blinked. Right. Batman. Batcave. the bat-themed vigilante had a secret lair and it was a cave. That checked out. At least it wasn't in the basement.

"yeah?" Danny prompted, "And where's that?"

"under the manor," Tim replied, crushing any and all hope Danny had for Bruce Wayne.

It was official. All billionaires were fruitloops. Danny didn't care if they didn't all have secret basements, they were fruitloops.

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[burguesinha24]

KITTY KAT

a/n: I need her… P IS FOR PUSSY P-U-S-S-Y, THAT PUSSY

Pairings: personaltrainer!Vi x f!reader

Warnings: she does indeed take you to pound town, very self indulgent (i hate working out), fingering, oral (you receiving), spitting (tehe), kinda fluffy idk, semi-public sex GRRRAH

Song: Kitty Kat, Megan Thee Stallion (our queen)

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The gym.

One of the worst fucking places in existence. 

Who the fuck could ever take pleasure in being sweaty and tired and sore?

You, apparently. 

You didn’t necessarily like working out. (It was the bane of your existence) But your doctor had said it was healthy, and it was New Year’s, so now was as good a time to start as any. Plus, it gave you an excuse to wear the adorable sports bra and skirt combo your sister had gotten you.

As expected, the gym was absolutely packed. You could see white dudes flexing from every corner, along with a few (glorious) muscle mommies. Unfortunately, the universe did not seem to support your dream (that was whole-heartedly pushed on you by your friends and doctor) of getting fit for the year.

“Apologies, ma’am, but we just don’t have enough space at the moment.” You stared down at the poor, overworked receptionist and frowned, credit card already in hand.

“Really? But I can spot a few extra spaces-”

“It’s a fire hazard, ma’am. You’ll have to wait outside or come back at an earlier time.” 

“There’s really no space? At all?” The teenager looked down at the computer in front of him. 

“Well, we do have available spots with our private trainers, but you’d have to pay for the session. As well as an extra fee for being so last-minute.” You cursed under your breath, moving to put your credit card back in your bag when someone cut you off.

“I’ll take her.” You looked up at the sound of the voice, only to find piercing blue eyes already staring at you. It was scary, honestly, how fit she was. Her messy pink hair flopped carelessly to the side, over one of her eyes, and her body was littered with tattoos. She was already glowing, probably from an earlier exercise. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her grey sweats as she walked over to the teenager behind the desk.

“You sure, Vi? You don’t usually ta-”

“I said I’ll take her, Ekko.” She glanced up at you again, an easy smile playing on her ridiculously attractive features. “She looks like she’s never stepped foot inside a gym before.” Your face flushed at her absolutely correct observation. Her gaze darted down to take in your appearance, shamelessly dragging up and down your frame. You suddenly felt a little self-aware about the light pink set you had decided to wear, even if your sweater was drowning your figure. 

Fuck, I do look like I have no idea what I’m doing.

“I’ve been inside a gym before.” You finally responded, frowning at the way her grin only grew.

“Sure you have, cupcake.” Your heart pounded erratically at the nickname, and you silently cursed the universe for putting you in the position to make a fool of yourself in front of such an attractive woman. The teenager behind the desk, Ekko, glanced between the two of you, sighing and turning back to his computer with a look that said, ‘I-don't-get-paid-enough-for-this’.

“Alright, that’ll be-”

“Free of charge, Ekko.” You tore your gaze from her hypnotic blue eyes to look down at the young man. He raised an eyebrow. “Fine, whatever. I gotta give a reason, though. What should I code in? That you were too horny to-” She coughed loudly, drowning out the rest of his sentence. He smirked at her as she sent him a harsh glare. 

“I’ll deal with that later, just give her a damn card.” 

One sibling-like argument later and a shiny new membership card in your hand, you found yourself in one of the training rooms with the attractive stranger. 

Vi.

Her name echoed in your mind. You wondered what it was short for. Victoria? Vivian? Vienna? She watched as you set your stuff down in the corner of the room, nervously fiddling with your water bottle until it finally decided to stand upright without falling over. She eyed you expectantly as you turned around.

“What?” You finally said, picking at the fabric of your sweatshirt. 

“You gonna take that off?” Your cheeks flamed. “I don’t go easy.” She tilted her head. “I would hate for you to get uncomfortable and sweaty before we even start.” Holy shit the way she was talking had you second guessing what you were really here for. You obeyed her request, (because, duh) slowly sliding off your sweatshirt to reveal the set you had chosen out for today. Something flickered in her eyes as she drank in the sight of you.

Shit, she had thought you were hot in the lobby, but this? This was just fucking unfair. You looked like a goddess. Your skirt just barely hung half-way down your thighs, and your bra pushed up your breasts in a way that had her mouth watering. She quickly tore her gaze off of your body as you cleared your throat.

Get it the fuck together, Vi.

“So, what are your goals, hm? Any particular things you want to hit?” She made her way over to the closet in the room, sifting through the selections of weights and trying to ignore the heat thrumming through her body that had nothing to do with her previous workout. 

“I don’t really know. I guess just… being healthy?” You sounded so shy, so tentative. She fought the shudder that was threatening to roll down her spine. 

“Well, I guess I’ll start you off easy. Work on your core,” Now it was your turn to shudder. “Maybe hit some squats too.” She turned back around, closing the closet and tilting her head to better look at you. “Just to get a lay of the land, hm, cupcake?” Your face felt like it was in a perpetual state of fire. You nodded eagerly.

She made her way over to you after turning on some music that felt way too sensual for a workout. (of this type, anyway.) 

“We’re gonna start with some stretching, ok?” You fiddled with your fingers, nodding like a child being instructed by a teacher. Vi circled your form before settling on standing behind you, her hands gently resting on your hips. “Gonna need you to spread your legs for me, pretty.” The words, whispered so softly and so dangerously in your ear, almost made you gasp. You tilted your head to look back at her, eyes blown (adorably, if she might add) wide. She grinned, a seductive, dangerous thing that made your panties drop. (Figuratively). She raised an eyebrow. “What? I don’t want you to pull a hamstring, cupcake.” You swallowed thickly, trying to will away the increasingly inappropriate thoughts that were crowding your mind.

Slowly, slowly, you spread your legs, biting back a whimper as her hand snaked up your back, gently pushing your upper body down into a sort of downward dog position. The burn you felt in your legs was almost embarrassing. The moment you were down, fingertips brushing the floor, Vi’s gaze went straight to your ass.

“Fuck.” The words slipped past her lips before she could even realize what she was doing. She tucked her bottom lip under her teeth, dragging the hand that was on your back higher, just tracing the curve of your ass. 

You were wet.

She could see the faintest of outlines through the thin layer of your undershorts. 

You whimpered, legs shaking ever so slightly from the strain of the stretch. (You really needed to workout more)

Now she was wet.

Without even thinking, she grabbed you by your ponytail, yanking you up into a standing position. The force of her movement made you stumble, your legs still awkwardly stretched wide. Thankfully, she had stuck out her knee for you to sit on. 

“I think,” She breathed in your ear, a hot, heavy thing that sent an embarrassing amount of slick oozing out of your cunt. “That we should focus on a different type of workout, hmm, cupcake?” You nodded slowly, dazed. And fuck, was she a woman starved. 

In a second you found yourself on the floor, looking up at her with wide, desperate eyes. You clenched your thighs together, your hips rocking up into the air for some form of friction. She took her time, just staring at you. At the way your hair fanned out around you like a halo, the way your breasts moved with each shuddering breath you took, the way you looked so, so wrecked. A dangerous grin spread across her face.

She was going to ruin you.

There was not a single coherent thought in your mind as she hastily dragged your skirt and panties off of your legs in one, harsh tug. She was manhandling your legs open, and you swore she whined at the sight of your glistening arousal. 

“Fuck, baby.” She whispered out hoarsely. You squirmed under her gaze, cheeks burning in embarrassment as you tried to close your legs. “No no no no no, don’t you fucking dare.” She dragged her middle finger down your slit, gathering up your juices before bringing her finger to her mouth and sucking. “Been dreaming of this sweet pussy for so long.” She moaned out. 

“B-but, we just met like, h-half an hour ago.” You sputtered out, your cheeks rosy and your eyes hazy with lust and confusion. She grinned again, lowering her head so she was a hair's breadth away from where you needed her most.

“Thirty minutes is a long fucking time, cupcake.” You didn’t even have time to process her words before she was wrapping her lips around your clit, giving it a harsh suck that left you keening. 

“Oh, f-fuck!” You gasped out, back arching at how her tongue skillfully lapped at your pussy. She hummed against your burning flesh, the vibrations against your puffy clit making your toes curl. The obscene sounds of slurping and squelching filled the room, and you might have had half a mind to care about it if you weren’t so fucking far gone by the feel of her mouth. 

���Taste so good, princess.” She mumbled against your skin. You dared to look down and, fuck, she looked even more wrecked then you were. Her eyes hazy and half-lidded, cheeks flushed and shiny from your juices, and her hair sticking to her face with each deliberate suck. You could vaguely make out how she was grinding against the ground, but she pulled away before you could actually think of helping her as well. You whined at the loss, reaching down to try and tug her closer to you. 

“P-please-oh-” You gasped as she spit on your already slobbering cunt, once, twice, three times, before she was satisfied. Your clit twitched as the globs of her saliva attacked it. 

“Shh, baby, trying to make sure your nice and messy f’me.” She rubbed a few quick circles on your clit with her thumb before prodding at your entrance with her pointer finger. Her eyes were glued to the way your face contorted as she pressed into your cunt. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” She whispered in awe.

“OhmygodViplease.” Your begging was nothing more than a long string of incoherent words. She chuckled, pressing yet another long, thick finger into your opening.

“Fucked dumb already?” She cooed, thrusting into you shallowly. You almost sobbed. It was only when she added a third finger that she was finally satisfied. Her slow, shallow thrusts turned fucking manic. Her eyes never left your face as she curled her fingers up with each thrust searching for-

“Fuck!” You squealed, your walls clamping down on her like a vice. She crawled up your frame, leaning down to nip at your neck before thrusting in that same spot again.

“Found it.” Her gazed dropped from your face to look down at her fingers as she fucked you, her mouth parting open in awe at how you were swallowing her up, you arousal dripping onto the floor beneath you. It didn’t take long before you were on the very precipice, just dangling off the edge of oblivion. She pressed down harder on your clit, and then you came. 

Your back arched into an almost painful position, your fingernails digging into the floor for something to anchor yourself to. She whispered in your ear as you saw white, her fingers still fucking you through your orgasm. 

“Shh, I’ve got you, I’ve got you. There we go, perfect fucking pussy.” She finally stopped as you collapsed, boneless on the floor. You turned your head to look up at her, smiling tiredly.

“What’s your name short for?” She grinned.

“Violet.” 

“Mm, pretty.” You winced as she closed your legs, then blushed as she sucked her fingers clean. “What about you?” Your brows furrowed as you pushed yourself up by your elbows. 

“You can do me later. After our date.” You blinked in surprise, your mind still a little hazy.

“Date?” She stood up, then helped you stand on shaky legs. 

“Well, our session has ended, so I figured we could pick things up at your place, maybe. I know a bomb-ass asian restaurant just off Main.” You smiled softly, and it made her beat just a little faster.

“Yeah, alright. I’ll see you then.” You walked out of the private room looking a hell of a lot more disheveled then when you first walked in. Ekko rolled his eyes, praying to whoever was up there that he wouldn’t have to clean any suspicious stains from the floor. 

You looked down at your phone as it pinged, smiling to yourself as you read the message.

Hope you enjoyed our workout, cupcake ;)

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a/n: my first ever like actual fic pls don't kill me guys ik its kind of shit, was honestly just trying to get this out of the way so i could work on oil rig worker Vi. ANYWAYS I LUV U ALL MWAH!

[dumbseee]

prom queen.

when bakugo wants to invite you to prom, but doesn’t know how to do it.

bakugo katsuki x fem!reader.

warning: bad english/grammar :p / excuse any typos!

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"just go for it! she won’t say no!" mina encouraged her friend, smiling from ear to ear after kaminari let it slipped that bakugo wanted to invite you to prom. the poor boy did his best to not meet the glaring gaze of his friend. "forget about it! i don’t know why dunce face said that, it’s not true!" he yelled, throwing a pillow at mina. "liar! i knew you liked her! do you think you’re slick with the way you look at her during class or training? you even proclaimed yourself her male partner for training, you don’t even let another boy approach her." she crossed her arms on her chest, looking at her friend with a knowing smile. bakugo was burning up and could feel the palm of his hands starting to sparkle from the sweat. as he was about to explode in the dorm’s living room, another voice calmed him instantly.

"we’re here!" you said, arms full of shopping bags and followed by momo and jirou. mina jumped off the couch and ran to them, while bakugo kept his eye on you the whole time. you looked so beautiful, with your hair styled in a high ponytail you even put some light makeup on and damn you looked so good. "oh my god! you went to buy your dresses for prom?" mina asked and you nodded, you seemed to notice the burning gaze of bakugo on you since you turned to look at the three men sitting on the couch. you lifted your hand to wave at them and only bakugo ignored you, turning his gaze away from you and back on the tv. you frowned and bite your lip, you didn’t know why bakugo was this way with you, you were convinced that he hated you. mina brushed it off and dragged you and your friends to her dorm so you could show her the dresses you brought.

prom was tomorrow and you still haven’t got anyone to go with you. of course, you had a lot of people asking you to go with them, and they were cute guys, but you always said no. why? because you were still waiting for someone to ask you for prom. "hey, y/n! can you help me take these boxes back to the storage room?" iida asked you, snatching you out of your reveries. "oh? yes, of course!" you smiled at him, making the class rep blush slightly, you got up and took the boxes on the ground, you started walking towards the exit, thinking that iida was following you. "i think we did a great job with the decorations, don’t you think iida?" when he didn’t answer, you frowned and turned around to look at him, you almost dropped the boxes on the ground when you saw bakugo, instead of iida, holding the boxes and walking behind you. "bakugo?" you asked, slowing down your pace. the blond swallowed before looking away, a slight pink colour colouring his cheekbones. "four eyes had other things to do." he mumbled and you nodded, you didn’t want to ask more questions and make him angry, he seemed pissed off enough to be around you and having to carry those boxes. "are those heavy?" you were surprised that he spoke up again, you turned to look at him, a questioning look on your face. "i’ll carry them for you." he simply said, carrying his boxes on his right hand to scoop yours with his left. "i-it’s too heavy! let me help!" you tried to snatch back your boxes but he dodged you with ease.

"hey y/n!" a new voice stopped you from voicing your concern again, you turned to face the person calling you and it happened to be awase. you couldn’t see it but bakugo’s grip on the boxes had tightened as he glared at the boy who ran to you, he was blushing and seemed extremely uncomfortable. he tried his best to avoid bakugo’s gaze but it was hard and the blond’s aura was suffocating. "u-um, are you b-busy? i wanted to ask you something." he was fidgeting with his hands while looking away. "for now i’m helping my class decorate the ballroom for prom, and i’m going to the storage room with bakugo, is it important?" bakugo knew where this was going, he wasn’t dense and could read the room. if it was anyone else, he’d have left the scene immediately, but it was you. and ain’t no way is he letting you go to prom with this idiot. "kinda, i was wondering if you had someone to go to prom with?" he rubbing the back of his head and finally made eye contact with you.

you smiled at the boy, your heart tugging a little when you thought about the fact that the boy you wanted to go to prom with was standing behind you, probably cursing you out because you were wasting his time. you signed softly before smiling at awase, about to accept his offer, even though you really didn’t want to. when all of a sudden, you felt a strong arm wrapping around your shoulders. you looked up, and blushed furiously when you saw bakugo, looking straight at awase with that hard expression on his face. "she’s going with me, now scram before i make you fucking explode." he spat, not once looking at you. awase left in a hurry, blurting out apologies. "thanks, but you didn’t have to do that." you said, a sad smile on your lips, now you had to go to prom alone while all your friends would go with their crushes. bakugo looked at you, lifting up one of his brow. "you didn’t have to pretend you were going with me, you know." you looked down and the blond lifted up your face with two of his fingers, making you blush again. his face was now inches from yours and you didn’t know where to look, his lips looked soft but his red irises were so beautiful from up close. "you’re going with me to that stupid prom, pretty girl." he whispered, your eyes widened while he grinned at you, taking a step back and walking towards the storage room.

of course, bakugo made sure to walk in front of you so you wouldn’t be able to see his red cheeks and how he was trying to catch his breath.

[bitchimasnake-sss]

hii! i really love how u write like.. I ALWAYS GET EXCITED EVERYTIME U POST!! if it's okay can i request rin itoshi with a size kink.. like the reader is just too small for his own good. Thank you so much!!!!

don't look at me, i'm high on the praises. here you go queen, here's your filth mwuah mwuah :)

☆ adorable!

rin itoshi thinks you're adorable.

he thinks you're adorable when you compare the size of her hand to his randomly, or when he can only really see the top of your head when on a walk.

he thinks you're adorable when you wear a hoodie of his, and completely get drowned under the fabric. or when you snuggle next to him during a movie-night and he can feel just how well you fit against his chest — the slow rise and fall of your chest synced to his.

he thinks you're adorable when you pout and he can squish your cheeks together with one hand easily, or when you need something from the topmost shelf and you need his help — even if you throw a fit about it.

rin itoshi just thinks you're adorable. that's it. it's innocent.

it's just every once in a while that his mind... it races.

rin itoshi thinks of how well your small hands would feel against his cock as you jerk him off, or how he could just lift the hoodie you had borrowed from him and bunch it on your waist as he fucks into your pliant cunt from behind.

rin itoshi could so easily press his achy, pre-smeared tip to the back of your throat, right? could you even take half of his length, or would you cry? doe-eyes so tearful as he would make it fit within your mouth?

shit, rin itoshi could probably catch both of your hands in one of his and have you however he wants.

what would you be able to even do? try to shake him off? or perhaps, try to shimmy off his grip from yours as he makes you cry with the relentless pace of his cock ramming into you? what could you even do beside take it..?

and fuck, maybe rin itoshi could fuck you in one of his jerseys.

that itoshi tag would look so pretty sticking to your back as he would smack his pelvis against yours in a lewd rhythm, pulling your hair back, drawing out such pornographic moans out of your wrecked body. that tag would look so pretty as your wobbling lips would chant his name and your helpless hands would try to grasp onto the sheets under — grasp onto your slipping sanity.

what about the fact that he could easily carry you from one place to the other? rin itoshi can almost imagine how easily he'd be able to toss and turn you — manhandle you into whatever position he'd like.

even with jittery limbs and pussydrunk thoughts, he is sure he'd be able to first have you against the couch, then the floor, the the kitchen counter, maybe the bedroom next, and lastly, in the shower...?

and, god, rin itoshi could probably feel his erection bulge within your heat, see it with his own two eyes.

what would he even do when he sees the impression of his cockhead slyly against your stomach? would he press down on it, make you see stars with each dragged out plunge of his cock, or would he squish your cheeks with one hand and make you look at the obscene bulge yourself?

rin itoshi could almost just cum from the thought of having you—

"—rin?" your soft voice breaks his train of thoughts, "you okay..? you look dazed."

"do i?" rin plasters on a smile, suddenly remembering about the utterly stupid movie playing on his t.v. screen, and you — his bestfriend — slumped next to him. he shakes his head with the same smile, "sorry. jus' started thinkin' about something."

you stare up at him, looking so confused, "about what?"

"hah, nothing in particular." rin just shrugs, burying the topic well-before it could even start. "focus on the movie."

"okay...?" you mutter in return, confused at the way he was behaving.

but what could rin itoshi even confess? after all, you weren't even his girlfriend yet.

a/n: pervert!rin is so dear to my heart. nobody can take him away. wrote this one in a hurry so sorry about any mistakes :p tagging: @5hoe1 @scara-simp69 @moodswing101 m.list

[azmageddon]

Silence (Part Two)

Pairing: Azriel x Cassian’s twin!healer! reader

Summary: It’s your turn to find the silence deafening.

Warnings: Short section of spiciness, but definitely not smutty. Also, you can pry the angst from my cold, dead, hands. Give me all the angst. Also painfully inaccurate to the original storyline.

A/n: Sorry it took so long! I’m obsessed with making everything perfect. Enjoy! Let me know what you think and what else you want to see.

“I have one for you too, Y/N.”

You looked up from where you were leaning against the wall at the back of Rhys’s office. Everyone’s eyes were on you and you could have sworn that Azriel, who was leaning against the wall next to you, had stopped breathing all together.

“Me?” you asked, confused.

Rhys only nodded, holding the invitation out further in his outstretched hand. You shuffled your way forward, Mor and Amren stepping aside to give you space. When you finally reached his desk and gripped the letter, you gave it a swift tug, but Rhys didnt let go. The two of you stood there for a moment, hands attached to the letter in a quiet tug-of-war over his desk. You caught eyes with the High Lord. They seemed to say be careful before he finally released the envelope.

Worry hummed across the bond, mixing with yours and sitting in the pit of your stomach. Turning back toward your spot in the back of the room, you risked a quick glance up to Azriel and saw concern plain on his face.

“Watch your face,” you reminded him in his mind and he quickly returned to his stoic, unreadable expression. “Wouldn’t want to blow our secret over a silly invitation, would you?” You tried to keep the conversation light and carefree, but it was difficult when dread had crept into your mind. If Azriel felt your nervousness, he didn't acknowledge it.

“You know,” he replied, “I’ve been rethinking keeping this a secret. Don’t you think it’s time they knew?”

“But it’s so much fun sneaking around.”

You could feel Azriel’s metaphorical eye roll through the bond and suppressed a chuckle while you took your place back against the wall. “I just thought it would be nice after keeping it a secret for nearly 400 years. But we can talk about this later. Open the letter so I can read it, too.”

You did as he asked, slipping your finger under the delicate fold of the envelope and pulling at the wax seal until it released with a pop. Slipping the invitation nestled inside, you turned it around so as to read the looped cursive sprawled in fluorescent gold ink across the page. You felt Azriel shuffle closer to get a better opportunity to read over your shoulder.

Y/N,

It is with great pleasure that we request your presence at the Masquerade Ball hosted by her majesty, Queen Amarantha of Under the Mountain. Please kindly reply within a fortnight. Punctuality is of the utmost importance.

“I don’t like the look of this,” came the voice of your mate in your head.

***

“How do I look?”

Azriel’s eyes snapped up from the book he was reading and instantly dragged themselves across your body. A groan from deep in his chest vibrated through the room and you were hit with a wave of arousal across the bond.

“Down boy,” you teased, stepping toward the vanity at the corner of the room to touch up your makeup. You felt Azriel’s eyes glued to you as you moved. Your dress, dark and revealing, was something Rhys insisted you wore to the party. You were used to outfits like this, the fabric accentuating your full hips and showing off your years and years of hard training. It reached up over the curve of your breasts and plummeted, reaching nearly low enough to expose your belly button. The Night Court demanded respect from those outside the bubble that was Velaris, and your High Lord chose to express the Inner Circle’s blind confidence through dress.

“Gods, if I knew you were going to wear that I would have argued with Rhys more to let me accompany you two.”

You sat at the vanity and reapplied your lipstick. From over your bare left shoulder came a lone tendril of Azriel’s shadows. It snaked along the curve of your collarbone and circled around your neck a few times before settling itself snuggly around your throat like the most priceless of necklaces.

A shiver went through you as the shadow gave a gentle squeeze. “Honestly, I’m surprised he didn’t insist on you and Cassian to join us. You’d have thought he would use this opportunity to show off the strength of the Night Court to the other courts.”

Quiet as his shadows himself, Azriel’s large fingers slowly replaced the wisp of temporary jewelry. It dissipated at its master’s touch, and his hand gently, but firmly, tilted your head back so as to give him better access to the pulse point currently beating wildly at your neck. His lips brushed over the shell of your ear and you let out a soft moan.

“I’d like to see you out of that dress,” he whispered against your skin.

Your throat bobbed as you swallowed hard at his words. A quick nip at your skin had you gasping out a response. “I can’t,” you managed. “Rhys will be here any second.”

Azriel trailed a rough calloused finger along the membrane of your wing and you felt a flush of desire and pleasure run through your body. The need for him flowed through your veins and it seeped deep into your bones. He could tell your willpower was faltering. Every emotion and neediness that you felt was pouring through the bond into his own soul.

“So tell him you’re not ready yet. I won’t take long.” Another nip at your skin, this time at the cleavage of your breast, had you nearly giving in. Your eyes fluttered closed and your chest heaved as he peppered kisses along your neck. But before you could utter another word, there was a knock at the door.

“Y/N?” came the voice of your High Lord. “Are you ready?”

Knowing neither of you could actually delay your departure, you sprung apart. Jumping up so quickly, you felt your chair tipping backward, only to be caught by one of Azriel’s shadows.

“One minute!” You called through the door and turned back to your mate.

“You have to go,” you whispered in a rush, quickly grabbing your bag from the bed and your shoes from their place beside the closet. “You’re not supposed to be in here!”

In your frantic dash across the room to retrieve your items, Azriel gripped your shoulders, halting you. His lips crashed into yours, passionate, hungry, and hurried. It left you breathless and you gasped for air as he pulled back, traces of your lipstick staining his own lips.

“Later, Shadowsinger,” you whispered as you reached up on tiptoe to place your lips against his again, more gently this time.

“I’ll meet you at the exit to say goodbye with the others,” he said into your mind and, stepping into a swirl of mist and shadow, he was gone.

***

“Az, the Autumn brothers are here.” Across the bond, you felt Azriel perk up. He must have been focused on something, perhaps reading a report or reviewing paperwork for his next mission. But at the sound of your voice in his head, you could feel his attention shifting to your gossip.

“Did they dress up?” he asked. “Please tell me Eris came as something ridiculous. Like a chicken or something.”

“Gods, no.” You suppressed a smile and glanced over at the heir to Autumn Court. The only costume he wore was his flaming red hair and permanent scowl on his face.

“Actually,” you continued across the bond, “It looks like Rhys and I aren’t the only ones who refused to dress up. In fact, the only ones who have costumes are the Spring Court.”

Amarantha was saying something, servants coming around to pass out wine in goblets that rivaled the finery of Rhy’s own private collection. You took one without thinking but hesitated before taking a sip. You recalled the words toast and finest wine coming from your hosts lips at some point. When your High Lord, who hadn’t left your side all night, didn’t drink from his yet, you followed his lead.

You barely paid attention all night, anyway. One arm constantly linked into your High Lord’s, you had to play the part of the mysterious, ruthless, second-in-command of the Night Court. Not many outside of Velaris knew much about you, except that you were an exceptional healer and twin the Night Court General. You played the role Rhys had expected you to, and Gods, did you play it well. Not a male in the room could take their eyes off of you, with your long flowing hair, curvy, yet muscular, body, and strong, unclipped Illyrian wings.

But frequently, you found your thoughts drifting back to your mate and the strong fingers you had wrapped around your throat a few hours ago. You hoped they would find their home there again upon your return to The House of Wind later tonight.

A wave of arousal hit you that wasn’t entirely your own and you realized Azriel must be having the same thoughts.

“Having fun without me, Shadowsinger?”

“Just remembering you in that dress,” came Azriel’s voice, low and sultry. “And all the ways I could take it off of you later.” You nearly choked on the breath you took. Rhys cast you a look out of the side of his eye, but you ignored it because Azriel was still speaking.

“Or maybe you can leave the dress on. It doesn’t offer much coverage, anyway.” His voice was growing darker, deeper, and more sensual with every word. “Or maybe the heels. Just the heels.”

You shook your head to clear it, attempting to focus on whatever Amarantha was saying in her toast. Wealth… happiness… friendship… blah blah blah. You ignored her sentences, picking up only on a few words. You did manage to make out her command to drink! before you caught eyes with Rhys. They portrayed something you couldn’t quite read. Sadness? Regret? You must have missed a part of her speech that was important.

Deciding to ask him about it later, you took a swig of your glass along with all the others in the chamber. The wine was sweet, thick like honey, and coated your throat on its way down. In fact, you felt it coating your entire body like a warm blanket. It worked its way into your bones and after a few moments of warmth, you felt the feeling turn to ice.

Icy tendrils shot through your limbs and you ruffled your wings to try and dispel the feeling. But it only became stronger and stronger until finally you felt a deep, soul crushing, emptiness. Quick as it began, the feeling was gone, and with it, the hum of the bond in your chest.

“Azriel?” you called to him. But no response came. Panic seized you and you clutched at your chest with your free hand, your other wrapping tighter around the arm of your High Lord. He was turning toward you now, saying something, but you ignored him. In fact, the entire chamber had erupted into chaos. Voices were all around you, angry and yelling. But the one voice you called for again and longed to hear was silent.

You didn’t know what it felt like to have a bond that was closed. You only knew that this was far, far worse.

“Y/N.” The sound of your name jolted you from your panicked soul searching. You looked up, catching eyes with the High Lord.

“Azriel,” you whispered out loud to him.

“What?” He asked, hands on either one of your shoulders, steadying you.

“Azriel,” you repeated to him. “He’s my mate.” The truth came tumbling out of you. The secret the two of you had kept for 400 years suddenly seemed foolish.

Rhys shook his head, not understanding your words. “Your mate?” He asked, confused. “For how long? Does he know?”

You nodded, tears suddenly filling your eyes. You pushed against the golden thread that tethered the two of you together, but it only ended in darkness. “We’ve been mates for nearly 400 years. We’ve kept it a secret for… oh Gods, Rhys, what has she done?”

He opened his mouth to respond, but quickly snapped it closed. He looked over your shoulder and you whirled, finding Amarantha standing there.

“Oh, my dears,” she began, her voice scraping across your ears like nails against stone. “The two of you are just lovely, aren’t you?”

[woso-dreamzzz]

Duck on a String III

Jessie Fleming x Child!Reader

Summary: The team meet your duck

Mama lets you bring your red wagon to training today because you don't want Sir Quackers to be alone at home.

He's got a big cage to keep him safe with lots of blankets and water and food for him and you get to pull him along in your wagon.

You knighted him last night while you and Mama were playing kings and queens so now he's Sir Quackers instead of just Quackers and you love him very much.

Jessie doesn't want your duck being left alone in the house either. He's proven to be a bit of a menace by himself if the chewed-up boxes of cereal are anything to go by.

No.

He's much safer in his cage while he's still too small for the harness and leash Jessie's ordered for when he's older.

"Mama," You say," Will the others like Sir Quackers?"

You seem completely enamoured with him and, despite the fact that the duck seems to think he rules the house, Jessie loves him too.

"They'll love him," She assures you, fondly pushing your hair out of your face as you both approach the doors," Make sure you tell Magda just how thankful you are about her getting Quackers for you."

"Sir Quackers, Mama," You remind her," We knighted him."

"Oh, you're right. Sir Quackers. Sorry, duckie."

"That's okay! He's still getting used to his name too!"

Your proud entrance gets a bit hampered by the fact that your wagon gets caught at a strange angle so Jessie has to help you get it through the doorway.

By that point, the whole room has fallen silent and Magda has grown incredibly pale as you approach her.

"Thank you for my duck, Uncle Magda!"

Pernille scoffs next to her, muttering sarcastically," A dead egg, huh, Magda?"

"Er...You're the welcome," Magda manages to get out after a long bout of silence.

"His name is Sir Quackers!" You tell her, grabbing her by the hand and dragging her through the small crowd that has surrounded your wagon," Because ducks say quack and Mama and me knighted him. So he's Sir Quackers and not just Quackers."

"A duck, huh?" Erin snickers and Jessie buries her face in her hands, Niamh rubbing her shoulders.

"She was very excited."

"Do you know how to take care of the duck?"

"The vet sent us home with an information pack. Duckie's insiting we read it as her bedtime story every night."

"That's sweet," Niamh offers up," It shows she's taking this seriously."

"She keeps trying to sneak out of bed to play with him. I've had to move the duck into my room to make sure I catch her."

Erin can't stop snickering and soon Sam and Guro are laughing too.

"Is it that bad?" Niamh asks and Jessie has to begrudgingly shake her head.

She watches as you hold Magda hostage by your side, very excitedly waffling on about how cool Sir Quackers is and how he's your bestest friend in the world.

Magda looks unbelievably nervous, eyes wide as Pernille stares daggers at her. She ducks her head down to focus on you again, hoping that by showing interest, she can avoid whatever lecture Pernille's already planning in her head.

"Do you want to hold him?" You ask and Magda freeze, throat suddenly going dry.

"W-What?"

"Do you want to hold Sir Quackers?"

"Erm..."

"Are you scared, uncle Magda? That's okay! I'll hold him and you can stroke him!"

You show no fear as you pick Sir Quackers up and offer him to Magda to pet.

"I'm sorry about her," Pernille says, watching from a distance as she slides next to Jessie," She assured me it was dead."

"It's fine," Jessie assures her," I think it's nice Duckie has a friend now."

"Magda will willingly babysit them both."

"I can't ask that."

"You don't need to ask," Pernille says," It's what's going to happen. Magda can supervise duck play."

They both turn in sync to see Magda really awkwardly stroking Sir Quackers as he tries to eat her finger.

"Mama!" You say, looking at Jessie proudly," He is giving uncle Magda kisses!"

[cryptidstealingyourcreditcard]

@topoceankitty so i messed up on drag queen!tuff but here’s drag king!ruff enjoy

(i’ll redraw tuff in drag later dw)

[hughiecampbelle]

Supe Preference: Asking You Out

Requested: hi, idk if you write for the supes, but I will try request anyway :D how would the supes ( the boys series) ask a gn reader out? Ty - anon

A/N: I hope this is okay my love! I tried to stay true to character as much as possible, so I'm not sure how romantic some of them are. I tried writing for new Supes too, at least new for me, so apologies if it's not totally in character! Feedback is always appreciated! 💜💜💜

Homelander doesn't exactly ask you out. Rather, on live TV during an interview or event, he grabs your hand and proclaims that you're in love, that you're a couple. Whether or not you're into him, it still comes as a shock. Afterwards he'll ask you on a date where the public and paparazzi can see and take pictures. It's not as intimate as you'd like, but the date goes well. He takes you to an expensive restaurant where you've gotten rid of your suit for something classy and elegant, but he sticks with his regular attire. It's definitely not how you were expecting to be asked out or how you thought your relationship would progress. Ashley thinks it's great! You are both insanely powerful and, for selfish reasons, she wants Homelander off her back. She appreciates that you'll take some of the attention off her.

The Deep probably makes more than a few inappropriate, crude, raunchy jokes about and around you before he properly introduces himself. It's almost compulsive the way his jokes come out. He just can't help himself. He later apologizes and asks to start fresh. Would you want to go out on a date with him? When you say yes, he instantly tells you about all his ideas. You could go to the aquarium or to dinner or to the amusement park or coffee or whatever you want to do. You stick to coffee. It's pretty cute how excited he is. He wasn't expecting you to say yes, so he really didn't have it planned all the way through. He was expecting, like everyone else in his life, for you to call him stupid and move on without answering.

A-Train and you have been dating forever, but you haven't been out on a date in ages. He's still shy trying to ask you out even now. Of course you say yes, excited you'll get some time alone. You might have to reschedule once or twice because Homelander is on the rampage, but when you do get together, he takes you rollerskating. Despite how fast he is in sneakers, he's awful on wheels. He holds your hand the entire time and definitely drags you down when he falls. He stays pretty casual in his clothes and tries to keep his hood up, but it just falls down. You guys find a roller-rink in the middle of nowhere, so you're pretty safe in being discovered. You make fun of his clumsiness and check him for bruises when he falls, especially hard. He makes the same joke over and over: that he "fell" for you. You think he's an idiot, but this is by far one of your most favorite dates.

Queen Maeve asks you out over text. When you say yes, she shows up in her civilian clothes. She makes sure she isn't followed and that Homelander is distracted the entire day. She takes you to the movies. It's dark and secluded, but she knows you love movie theater popcorn specifically with all the butter and the blue raspberry slushies, and you picked the only movie not funded by or produced by Vought. It's a really terrible comedy, but you two can laugh at it anyway. Maeve even holds your hand during the movie which makes her heart beat out of her chest. Afterwards she makes you stay after to kiss you and tell you she had a really great time. It's the first time in forever where she's felt like a real person whose allowed to do real person things. She wants to get your read on it, but you're both excited for a second date.

Firecracker would ask you on a date to some fast food restaurant where you can get the best greasy food and the thickest milkshakes. She'll definitely be sported because she doesn't go incognito and ends up spending a few minutes at least taking pictures and videos for everyone who wants one. She apologizes for them, but secretly, she loves it. You don't mind. You knew what you were getting into when you said yes to the date. She tells you about her life growing up and her past with Starlight. You tell her about your own life and how you came to New York to follow your dreams. She tells you about joining The Seven and what she really thinks of Vought. It isn't the most magical date, but you're glad you said yes. It made you feel like a teenager again, getting food with your old crush, trying to play it cool when you're actually freaking out.

Soldier Boy doesn't really ask you out on a date. You two *get busy* in bed and afterwards he asks if you'd want to go to a bar. You say yes and find yourself at a local hole in the wall, a place that definitely doesn't see new faces. Most of the patrons are as old as Ben would be if he'd aged. He looks so familiar to them, but they can't figure out where he's from. An old friend? An old co-worker? Regardless, they don't pay attention to the two of you. You and Ben start trying to out drink one another and though his tolerance is astronomically higher than yours, you keep up enough to impress him. You two probably go back to bed and keep drinking, sharing stories about your lives between sweaty sheets and shared sips of whatever booze he has lying around. It's not too official, but you both kind of think of it as a date.

Bonus! Annie asks you to go bowling with her. Like in the show, she plays it off like she's not very good until you point it out to her. That's when she starts kicking your ass. She's really embarrassed and worried that you'll think she's showing off or just trying to make you feel bad, but you love it. You love her strength. You love her showing off and almost breaking the pins with the ball. You get really awful bowling alley food and beers, and it's a really fun night despite all the drama that comes with being Starlight. It's the first time in a long time she's felt normal and safe and excited to be here, excited to be herself. You're not shy about asking for a second date, though you know you're risking a lot by wanting to be with her. She makes that known before anything else.

[purplereina11]

New Signing, New Beginning Part 3!

Mia Larsen was Barcelonas new summer signing

Alexia Putellas is a club legend who just can't seem to talk to her

Alexia walked into Zara, if she was honest she wasn’t looking at any of the clothes, she was wandering around eyes peeled for one thing, or one person only. She smirked to herself spotting Mia, she wandered over hoping Mia would see her before she got to her but she was too engrossed in the tops she was looking at. Holding it to herself then away to look at it then back onto herself.

Alexia stopped behind her and spoke softly, “Hola”

Mia turned and there was Alexia with a smile, she couldn’t help but match, “Hola”

“Surely there’s nothing left for you to buy in here”

Mia looked like a child who’d been caught doing something she shouldn’t, “They got new lines in” Alexia actually giggled at her, Mia smiled as Alexia aimlessly followed her around the store giving her opinion on items she was picking up. Mia rose her eyes in the mirror as Alexia hovered behind her looking out into shop as she held a skirt up to her waist, “You not looking at anything?”

Alexia whipped around to her, their eyes meeting through the glass, “Um.. i got distracted”

Mia lowered her head to look at the skirt again, “I can see that” Mia put it back on the rail.

“You not like?” Alexia asked she furrowed her brows as Mia came back towards her. Alexia liked that one.

Mia shrugged, “Not sure”

“I like it” Alexia said as Mia breezed by her as she did there eyes met, “Was cute” Mia simply laughed at her as she kept moving, “Que?”

Mia shook her head, “Nada” she turned, “What do you want to look at?”

Alexia motioned, “I’m watching how it’s done”

Mia smiled motioning to Alexia as she walked backwards Alexia dutifully following, “La reina del futbol” she motioned to herself, “La reina de las compras”

Alexia nodded laughing, “Si, you are the queen of shopping” They went amongst the racks Alexia walking behind like a boyfriend being dragged along and naturally they talked football, about the training sessions. The aimless steps of their feet took them towards the exit after neither had anything to buy. Mia wouldn't be adding another shopping bag to the few she already had.

Alexia swallowed as they left the store, she had a question she wanted to ask, but she was worried how she’d react to either way Mia answered it. “Are you going home now?” That wasn't it.

Mia nodded, “Yeah, i’ll get the bus home” Mia was looking towards the near by bus stop to see which bus was waiting

“You no drive?”. Neither was that. Alexia was confused and it made Mia smile when she looked back at that written all over her face.

“I can drive.. I’ve just not sorted a car yet”

Alexia had gotten distracted neither of those were the question, “That your bus? Was going to see if you wanted to go for drink?" There it was, Alexia noticed Mia didn't answer within the split second chance she gave her so padded the question out, "You know because you drink afterward with Ingrid, it’s your routine”

Mia felt warm with the Alexia babble she was on the end of, she knew she wanted to ask the question, got nervous and had to add the end as buffer, she could feel her nerves radiating off her, mainly in just the way she was holding herself. She did try to justify her question. Mia would have gone if she’d simply asked the question alone. “Si, let’s go have a drink”

“Your bus?” Alexia pointed

Mia shook her head and the lie just spilled out, “No.. my bus probably will be at least an hour yet” Mia smiled at Alexia, “Where we going then La Reina”

Alexia playfully rolled her eyes shook her head and silently began walking.

Mia's Instagram story was posted before Alexia's who had waited til she got home to post hers.

“Oh wow” Mia spoke amazed at the view as they stepped out an elevator onto a rooftop, “How stunning is that view” the smile crept onto her face as she admired it

“Si.. go find a seat i’ll get drinks” Mia looked to Alexia already distancing herself towards the bar, “Sangria?”

“I’ve never had Sangria” Mia scrunched her face slightly then pulled her lips in between her teeth at the great disappointment that washed over Alexia.

“You have Sangria now, go sit” Mia laughed to herself when Alexia waved her away, Mia always thought disappointing Alexia would bother her, maybe it would in a football setting but here, sitting with a beautiful view, it amused her.

“Gracias” Mia spoke softly when Alexia finally came over with the drinks. Mia looked back to the view she laughed when she looked back and Alexia was like she eagerly awaiting something, “Que?”

“Drink” she pointed at the glass

“Hang on, let me take a picture for Instagram” Mia laughed at yet another eye roll, “Patience La Reina”

“Very.. artistic” Alexia spoke playfully dry as she saw the phone as the picture was took, “Can you try now?”

Mia got settled back on the stool, “You’re quite bossy” Mia lifted the glass and guided the straw to her mouth, she was pleasantly surprised, she liked it. “Wow, that’s good”

Alexia nodded with a smile, “Sé”

“I should probably thank you” Alexia moved her eyes to Mia who felt some of her confidence falter, “For what you said in the press conference”

“Oh, it’s true” Alexia smiled when Mias cheeks flushed ever so slightly, “You can’t take a..” Alexia paused forgetting the English word waved her hand and said it in Spanish instead “cumplido?”

“I can.. but from you about football, it means a lot” Mia then made a joke to deflect her sudden embarrassment, “Wow this sangria must of gone straight to my head”

“You don’t care what i think” Alexia sipped her own drink, “That’s what i thought.. before”

Mia felt she needed to tread carefully they’d turned a corner and she was worried talking about how they previously were would send her right back to where they were. “I cared…” Mia fiddled with the straw admiring the view to avoid eye contact as Alexia watched the side of her face.

“I offend you?” Alexia looked worried something Mia instantly wanted to calm

“No” Mia spoke softly looking back to her, “I’m a big girl i can take some constructive criticism”

“No criticism, just” Alexia nervously sipped her drink as Mia furrowed her brows, “Just a reason to speak to you” Mias brows didn’t unfurl. “You excited for the pre season tour?”

Mia softened as Alexia was diverting, “Yeah..“ she nodded her lips coming around the straw again

“Nervous?” Alexia asked, “Playing your old team”

“No” Mia shook her head, it was cute Alexia thought she’d actually get to play, “Just be odd won’t it”

“Not even seeing..” Alexia paused looking past Mia in an attempt to pluck the name from somewhere, as cute as Alexias face was Mia felt she had to put her out her misery

“Katie?” Mia questioned when it appeared she’d forgotten her name, “No, couldn’t care less” Mia smiled as Alexia did, “Keira you should keep an eye on, she can be fiery”

“You not fiery?”

“You have really got to annoy me to see that side”

Alexia gave her a stiff nod, “Noted”

“Can i try something?” Mia asked and Alexia looked intrigued

“Ok”

Mia dug into the bag where she bought something from a shop before she ended back in Zara she pulled out a baseball cap stuck the cap on Alexia’s head and chuckled.

“Are you making fun of me?”

“No” Mia reached forward to fix it on her head properly, she bent the front so it sat better, “It suits you”

“I don’t wear baseball caps”

“Well you should” Mia sat back picking her glass up smiling as Alexia used her camera on her phone to look at herself. Mia watched Alexia look at herself and when she didn’t take it off it made her laugh.

“Do i look stupid?” Alexia asked her shoulders and whole body slumping ever so slightly

“No you look cute relax”

Alexia lowered her head to drink from her straw suddenly thankful for the cap to hide her blush. Or so she thought.

“You can’t take a cumplido?” Mia asked teasing, Alexia’s head whipping up with an unimpressed look on her face getting the most beautiful giggle from Mia.

“Shush and drink your Sangria” she found the corners of her lips turning upwards as they held eye contact.

Mia was coming down the plane, she rose her head as she spotted Alexia she got a little smirk on her lips, she was wearing the cap. Mia hadn’t realised Alexia actually never returned until this point

The plane had three rows of two, Mia walking down one side Alexia sat on the far other side a row of two seats between them, Alexia rose her head and rolled her eyes at Mia’s face. “Nice hat” she called across the silent plane, as the girls were all settling for the long flight.

Alexia waved her hand at her, “Go sit down”

“So so bossy” Mia faked a bow, “Si la Reina”

Mia squeezed by to sit in the window seat next to Keira where she was assigned to be, she missed the look on Keiras face wondered how they’d gone from barely acknowledging each other to teasing each other. “Hey” Mia looked to Kiera, “Leah text before, she said she text you about the three us grabbing a coffee if we can find time”

Keira nodded, “Yeah she suggested a group chat but i couldn’t make it because you refuse to give me your number and when i told Leah that she didn’t want to make the group incase you told her off”

Mia put her hand out, “Phone” Keira smiled handing it over, and Mia put her number into Keiras phone and called herself briefly. Mia rose her head handing the phone back to Keira as Patri leant on the chair in front of Keiras speaking to her.

Keira was lost they were speaking Spanish, they laughed and off Patri went.

Keira looked to Mia, “You two are friendly”

Mia furrowed her brows taking her Barca hoodie off, “Don’t start”

“Ok i really read that wrong”

Mia smiled at Keira, “Clearly”

The girls were told they couldn’t sleep on the flight, they had to stay awake, Mia was taking more pleasure than she should shoving Keira awake when ever she was asleep.

“Go for a walk or something” Mia suggested

“Need a wee to be fair”

Alexia rose her eye’s from her show when Keira caught her attention, she looked to Mia doing her sudoku. She knew from Irene beside her you could play battleships against someone else on the screens in-front of them, she figured out Mias seat number and asked her to play. She watched Mias brows furrow when her screen lit up, she lifted herself slightly to figure out who that seat number was and when her eyes landed on Alexia watching her she titled her head silently saying really with her expression.

Alexia just nodded as if to ask her to accept, Mia put her book away sat straight on and accepted.

Keira was amused by Mia playing battleships, “Who you playing against?”

“No clue” Mia muttered her lie, Keira before she sat down had a look around and Alexia was the only one with her screen on. Keira cleared her throat as she sat down.

“Can i ask you a question?” She whispered, Mia as she waited for Alexia’s next move turned her head to Kiera. “Your instagram story of the Sangria.. were you with Alexia? She posted something very similar at the same time”

“Just as shocked as you” Keira leant closer to her, “Bumped into her and she asked if i wanted to go for a drink” Mia glanced to Keira as they spoke in hushed tones.

“That’s a turn around”

“Tell me about it” Mia smiled when even from where she was she heard Alexia sigh when Mia found a ship. She was competitive in everything.

“Do you think it’s because she came with Mapi when you and Ingrid were out?”

“Maybe” Mia shrugged, “Maybe broke some ice there i don’t know”

“Still odd, she was so lovely when i first got here, I’ve never seen her like that with anyone else”

Mia turned to Keira, “Maybe she’s threatened by my talent”

Keiras distinctive laugh filled the quiet plane as she shoved a grinning Mia, “You wish” she said a bit louder than she meant making Mia laugh.

Mia Larsen posted on her instagram story

Mia came down the steps of the plane with Keira, they got onto the shuttle bus, Mia was scrolling on her Instagram as they travelled to the airport. Keira rose her eyes as Alexia for seemingly no reason came down the bus and perched next to Mia. Keiras eyes connected with Irene’s who just smirked.

“Hey loser” Mia smirked not raising her head or even breaking her doom scroll.

“Bet you could see my screen”

Mia laughed softly her eyes looking out the corner towards Alexia, “You really hate loosing don’t you”

“Hate it” she muttered

Mia just smiled, “Same but i won so i’m happy”

Alexia shook her head trying to not smile, “You’re annoying”

“Oh she’s a sore loser!” Mia smiled locking her phone giving Alexia her full attention, “That’s going to be fun”

“Why is that fun?”

“Because you are going to challenge me at something else because you want to beat me at anything now, but you won’t and i will keep beating you just as easily as i did at battleships”

“Oh” Alexia nodded, “Is that right?”

Mia hummed nodding, “Sure is”

“We’ll see about that” Alexia rose to her feet to go back to where she came from.

“Oh. My. God” Keira said beside her, she shook her head at Mia, “I can’t keep up with you two”

“What?” Mia looked genuinely confused

“You go from her ignoring you to go going out for a drink and now flirting”

Mia scrunched her face, “That wasn’t flirting”

“Ok” Keira laughed as the bus pulled up in front the airport, “Don’t even realise you’re doing it, cute” Keira put an arm around her neck as they walked

“This is really not helpful Keira when trying to carry bags”

“Yeah but” she smiled, “She seemed to enjoy it”

“Enjoy what?”

“The flirting!” Keira spoke

“There was no flirting”

+

Mia was quiet since she was back in London, obviously the girls had no clue why, they put it down to nerves playing her old team in a matter of days. She kept to herself did her sudoku in the corner when the girls were in communal areas, she spoke when spoken to but there was a noticeable difference in her.

Keira tried but she didn’t like to push, Leah had made her well aware that Mia would come to her when she was ready and pushing the matter would only make her pull further away.

Alexia was walking through the hall of the training centre they had been permitted to use, she spotted Mia alone in a meeting room door slightly ajar. She pushed it open Mia had a look Alexia couldn’t quite read when she turned from the window she was looking out of to see her stood there.

“I’m fine” Mia spoke wiping her tears, she took steps to leave but when the door was closed without a word she knew she wasn’t getting away with it that easy.

“Sit” Alexia pointed to the meeting table

“Alexia, you’re my captain not my counsellor we can pretend this didn’t happen”

Alexia pointed to herself, “Soy el Capitán” she pointed to the chair, “I say sit, so sit”

Mia did as she was told quietly sitting down on the chair her eyes watching Alexia get a little plastic cup of water from the water machine in the room and place it in front of her. Alexia took a seat but didn’t speak as Mia rested her elbow on the table leaning on her hand just quietly staring.

“Mia” Mia moved her eyes, “You deserve to be here” Alexia was searching for any clue in Mias eyes what was wrong, “If that’s why your sad”

“It’s not, but thank you”

“You want to say?” Alexia mimicked her position and unintentionally got a gentle smile from Mia

“Now’s probably not the time”

“When is the time?”

Mia lowered her eyes, she felt safe looking into Alexia’s eyes, she didn’t want to over share. She didn’t feel they were yet. But as she looked up and the sun came out from behind the clouds, they sparkled. “I don’t know”

“Do i need to get Irene to hurt someone?” Mia laughed sitting up folding her arms on the table, “Can i have your phone?” Mia furrowed her brows, “Capitana” Mia slid it over, “Unlock it” Mia smiled to herself as Alexia slid it back before pulling it back over after Mia finished unlocking it.

“What are you doing?”

Alexia poked at the phone app, typed in a number and Mia could feel herself hyperventilating at the fact it appeared Alexia was giving her, her phone number. “Giving you my phone number” Alexia pressed ring then hung up before pushing it back raising her eyes to Mias, “Incase the time comes”

“Promise me something”

Alexia sat up, “Anything” it was so softly spoken Mia believed her that she genuinely would

“If it looks like i’m going to show myself up and punch Katie tomorrow, stop me”

Alexia laugh gently, “Sure”

“Thank you”

+

Mia was sat in the meeting for the team announcement for their first friendly against Arsenal, Mia couldn’t believe it. Pere planned to bring her on at the 60 minute mark regardless of the score, she was trying to look happy but not overly happy. She didn’t want to look like a giddy school girl but she didn’t want to look unbothered. Like she appreciated the opportunity but not show too much surprise that it made Pere and his team doubt her, they couldn’t believe in her if she couldn’t even.

Mia was out for training in the usual shorts and short sleeve top where as all the other girls had wrapped up she was made fun of constantly this training session, even Keira now not used to the cooler British weather joined in.

The girls were slapping hands at the end of training Mia was drinking her water when Alexia caught her eye she pointing between the two, “You against me” She pointed, “Free kick”

Mia swallowed the water in her mouth, “You serious?”

Alexia was smiling nodding, “Yeah, come on” she pointed for her to go first, “Panos” Alexia shouted, “Quédate ahí practicando tiros libres” She hollered for Panos to stay in goal, Alexia shoved her hand forward again, “Go”

“No pressure” Mia rolled the ball forward with her foot

Keira scrunched her face, “You don’t place the ball”

Mia hand on her hips look at her, “No” she scratched her face, “Never have”

“You didn’t take the free kicks at Arsenal? Am I right?” Keira asked sitting on the floor with some of the other midfielders who’d stuck around.

“No. Katie always did” Mia mumbled taking a step back.

Mia wound up and took the shot, “Oh she’s scoffed that” Keira laughed as she ball took off looking like it was going out past the left post, which sent Panos that way, “Oh wait” The ball started curling, “No she hasn’t” It skimmed around the fake wall men slotting top right corner, Mia was bounded into by the very excitable girls as Alexia stayed routed to the spot.

Mia had a beaming infectious smile as her eyes came to Alexia who nodded she put her hand out, Mia simply tapped it before Alexia set her ball up, more methodical than Mia.

Mia and Alexia had a friendly back and to with the free kicks, Mapi even joined and sent a couple off, they weren’t keeping count. But Mia was. She noted she’d scored more. She’d get that into Alexia at some point for sure, Mia found a new love for winding Alexia up. 

Mia came around the corner and Alexia was walking down the corridor towards her, she didn’t have an expression until she spoke, “Hola” A smile escaped onto her lips.

“Hola” Mia watched as Alexia turned on her heels flicking her head to follow, she moved after a step or two, “Where are we going?”

She pressed the button for the lift and turned to her yet still no expression

Mia looked at her phone in her hand when it buzzed, ignored it and looked right back up, “Can I know before I agree to get in this lift with you?”

Alexia shook her head stepping inside the lift, she pressed the button to hold the door, “Come on”

Mia rolled her eyes stepping into the lift moving to lean against the back of it with her arms folded, Mia swallowed when Alexia looked out the corner of her eye at her. “Que?”

“You’re acting weird”

“This whole situation is weird” Mia spoke, Alexia turned silently asking her to elaborate, “Who gets someone out there room at night and into a lift without telling them where they are taking them”

The doors opened behind Alexia, “Where are you two going?”

“Couldn’t tell you even if I wanted to Patri” Mia spoke waiting for Alexia to leave first, “If I don’t come back to the room in an hour call the police”

Alexia called over her shoulder, “Ignórala, está siendo dramática.”

“I am not being dramatic”

Patri was amused, “Have fun guys” she pushed her floor button

Mia was lead into an arcade the hotel had, “Random” she muttered as she carried on following Alexia seemingly knowing exactly what game they were playing. “Basketball?” Mia questioned amused

“Si” Alexia nodded she hovered her finger over the start button, “Highest score wins”

“Wait” Mia spoke releasing a breath, “I need to get ready” Alexia smiled cheekily and pushed the button anyway her balls being released to her, the shock written all over Mias face at the cheating tactics to put her off, “Ay!” Mia rushed forward to get hers as Alexia had already started shooting, “You’re such a cheat” Mia started shooting. Neither knew why but they couldn’t stop smiling and giggling as they frantically threw the balls at the hoop.

Alexia exclaimed in Spanish when she saw Mia was beating her after sinking several in a row, “No otra vez” Alexia leaned over to knock a ball out Mia’s hand, Alexia ran out of balls as Mia still had time, she got in the way trying to block the shot, Mia bent over reaching around Alexia’s waist to get her last ball touching her waisting trying to move her out the way. The pair couldn’t stop laughing as Mia moving back Alexia coming forward she took her shot from far, Alexia turning watching as it went in.

Mia exclaimed hands up in the air, “Campeona!” Alexia shook her head a hand thrown up in the air, “Campeona! Campeona!” Mia chanted getting a shove in her shoulder from Alexia

“Sore winner”

Mia took a step closer with her smug smile pointing at her face, “Winner” she pointed to Alexia, “Loser” Alexia took hold of the finger as they stood just smiling at each other in silence longer than either really realised, awkward Alexia came out involuntarily flicking between Mia’s eyes and moving around her. “Ow!” Mia laughed, turning to see where she went. “Was that really necessary?”

“Come on Campeona, we’re going to miss curfew”

Alexia missed the salute Mia sent her way, “Si Capitana”

Part 4

[solkara]

❛ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐒 , jacaerys velaryon ❜

⌗ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 , your life had been in essos and you thought it would remain that way until you were called to kings landing where a certain dark haired heir stole your heart

⌗ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 , jacaerys velaryon x fem! red priestess! reader

⌗ 𝐬𝐨𝐥'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 , tbh idk if I should do a part 2 for this or not let me know if you guys would be interested in it or . . .

house of the dragon masterlist

⌗ the first targaryen you ever met was daemon. the two of you were introduced during his and his wife laena's time in essos. as one of the prince of essos personal red priestesses. your prince going to great lengths to show off his powerful witches and wealth. you were intrigued by them. you had heard a lot about targaryen's and their history. and part of you was curious if all the rumours you had heard were true or not.

⌗ and you got your chance to see for yourself. as you wandered the castle trying to tier yourself so you could finally find sleep. you ended up walking into daemon. and some how the two of you ended up talking all night long. asking each other questions about the other heritage and culture. and by the end of the night you could happily say your curiosity had been fed.

⌗ in the following day you ended up befriending laena as well. the two white haired taking a massive liking to you. as since they didn't have any children of their own yet. they treated you like theirs. and once baela and rhaena were born you became like an older sister to them. and you were very much considered apart of their family.

⌗ which was why laena's death hurt you so much. once new's had broken the first thing you did was hold the two young girls that were like sisters to you. and the three of you sat on the roof of the castle and cried until the sun rose.

⌗ and what hurt you even more was that you couldn't even attend the funeral. your prince and fellow red preistesses forbidding you claiming you were far to young to travel so far. and that instead you should focus on perfecting you magic. to which you begrudgingly agreed and after bidding a tearful farwell to the ones you had called family for so long. you were alone. with nothing but your magic to keep you company.

⌗ obviously you kept in touch. sending letters to the father and daughter trio. but other than that you completely dedicated yourself to training your magic to become stronger. and as the years passed you only seemed to grow more and more powerful. and while you were happy about your progress part of you still craved to explore the world. venture beyond essos and see what else the world had to offer.

⌗ and your opportunity finally came. when one day you were summoned by your prince. who informed you that you were leaving for king's landing. that the newly crowned queen rhaenyra targaryen asked for you. offering you a place on her council. as the positive words of her husband had not gone unnoticed.

⌗ so you departed essos. and made your way to king's landing were you were greeted by some faces. some old some new. "my queen, my king" you said curtseying deeply. but before you could say anything else you were thrown into the embrace of two very familiar forms. baela and rhaena. and with the greetings done. you were partially dragged inside.

⌗ it was rather easy for you to settle in. the targaryens had been nothing but welcoming. one in particular. jace. as it was no secret the heir had grown awfully fond of you. going as far to ask for the creation of a r'hollor template to be made for you. which you greatly appreciated. though you wouldn't deny it made your heart flutter a bit.

⌗ rhaenyra seemed to notice her son's fondness for you. and if anything she encroaged it. as she loved you as if you were her own child. always valuing your opinion and input on matters in small council. so when she noticed her eldest infatuation with her. she was overjoyed as the queen wouldn't deny that the thought of the two of you being wed had crossed her mind before. but if her son was going to court you rhaenyra was going to make sure that he did it properly.

⌗ the following moons were intresting. to say they least. you did you regular council duties as normal. but the moment you were finished you were swept away. showered in gifts and affection. taken on rides on dragonback. which did take quite a bit of convincing. and at some point in the middle. you could well and truly say you had fallen in love with jacaerys velaryon.

⌗ the realisation hit you hard and fast. as here you were looking at this beautiful man in front of you. an angel in the flesh. and he was asking for your hand in marriage. what had you done in your past life to become so luck. and while he waited for a response. you leaned forward and kissed him. "is that an answer for you my prince?" you asked coyly. "plenty good princess"

anon , Jacaerys x red priestess reader where she's from the cult of R'hllor and came to be a close counselor to Rhaenyra, and they go to winterfell together

[killergee]

Not that Bad

Hoshina x delinquent reader

Just a vice captain who's tired but also slightly charmed by the reader. A crack fic of a mischievous reader bantering with Hoshina.

Tagslist: @alwaysalilconfused

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"Are you smoking?" A voice called out from above where you were seated on the ground.

Looking up, you saw Hoshina's head popping out of the window, his arms resting on the window sill. "No?"

"I can clearly see the cigarette in your mouth."

"Then why'd you ask, genius?" You chuckled as you pulled the bud out of your mouth to exhale. The sunlight was warm, the weather light and breezy, and the sky blue and cloudless—the perfect conditions for a cigarette and a nap. Too bad you were interrupted.

"God, do you want me to add more pages to your disciplinary folder." Hoshina heaved out a heavy sigh as he sinked into his arms, resting his head on them. With his head turned towards you, you could see him trying to stiffle a yawn. Maybe even he felt today was a lazy day. "It's already so thick."

Humming in acknowledgment, you nonetheless continued your smoke unperturbed. "Want a drag?" You asked with a small smirk.

Hoshina lets out a scoff to hide his amusement. "Put it out and give me 20 laps around this building."

"God damn," you huffed out, smothering your cigarette on the ground. "And here I was being all considerate and smoking somewhere with no people," you murmured as you got up and did a long and lazy stretch.

Hoshina smiled at your antics. "How kind of you, but you should've picked a better hiding spot."

"Duly noted."

Glancing over at him, you realized he had no intention of leaving his comfortable position on the window sill. Eyes closed and relaxed, he looked like a lazy cat basking in the sunlight.

"Aren't you gonna leaving?"

"I gotta make sure you do all 20. Now, pick up the pace." He peaked one eye open at you. "We wouldn't want to waste such a beautiful day."

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Hoshina knew you were trouble the moment you joined his unit. As amusing as you were, he knew he wouldn't accept you if you couldn't take your job seriously. But that never ended up being a problem.

You were the grade A example of a delinquent, but never on the field. No, on the field, you listened to orders and worked flawlessly with everyone. You were a dependable, essential officer, and the force was lucky to have you.

The reason why they haven't kicked you out yet was because you were damn good at your job. The reason why they haven't promoted you? You were a terrible soldier in every other sense.

The day you lead a platoon of your own, hoshina will be rolling in his grave. He could already imagine you leading a platoon full of officers holding cigars in their mouths and firing guns aimeslessly and chaotically at the sky. The poor rookies that might fall into your care. He was shaking at the thought.

He really should try to reign in your rowdiness and train away your laziness.

"Fix your posture."

"Eh? Who are we trying to impress? The queen?"

"Can you stop slacking off?"

"Can you give me more breaks?"

"I told you to throw these damn cigarettes away."

"I did! I threw them away into my closet instead of the drawers you searched."

An impossible and laughable task, he fears.

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"You're out past curfew." Hoshina started immediately, already waiting in the hallway as he watched you climb in through the window.

"What am I, a child?" You rebutted, but mentally you were scolding yourself for choosing the wrong window. Well, it probably didn't matter, anyways, he would've known. Stupid cameras and high-tech defense systems.

"No, you're an officer and a rookie at that. Back in my day, rookies respect-"

"Good God, 'back in my day,' don't act like you're not only a few years older. I'm also not a rookie, and you know that." You interuppted him, shutting the window.

"Then why are you still the same rank as the other rookies?"

"Hey, that's an uppermanagement issue. It's their own fault for not promoting me." You said cheekily with a smile.

Hoshina leaned against the wall, arms crossed as he looked at you with what he hoped was a scolding look. "Well, that's because you keep going off and doing things like this."

The laughter that responded made it difficult for him to keep up his dissaproving front. You leaned back against the window sill. "If there's a chance imma keel over and die on the field, then why shouldn't I live my life to the fullest?"

The truthfulness of your statement surprised him. He expected you to deflect like you always did. With how carefree and reckless you acted, he never expected you to be the type to think such heavy thoughts, let alone share them with him. It made him feel a bit somber.

"Hmmm... what were you doing?" Hoshina asked, finally letting himself give into your whims. Maybe it was because it was a long day, or maybe it was the calmness of the night. Whatever it was, he let his shoulders sag and his body relax a little. "Only midly curious."

"Went to a bar," you responded proudly as you looked overly content—downright smug— at your successful escapade.

Hoshina couldn't help but bark out a laugh in disbelief. "Should've known," he spoke almost too fondly with the shake of his head.

Grinning from ear to ear, you felt warm at his reaction. "Sorry, I lied, I was actually saving orphans from trees."

His incredulous laughter was like music to your ears. Who knew such a beautiful sound existed?

"You should've seen how hard those trees fought. I'm lucky to have made it out alive."

The way he looked at you made your heart skip a beat. "Yeah, yeah, what a hero. You're under house arrest. No leaving the base past curfew or I'm gonna report you for real."

You groan overexaggeratedly at his statement, but you knew he was letting you off easy. Hell, could this even be considered a punishment when he's just asking you to follow curfew?

You wondered why. Why wasn't he making you do a billion push-ups or clean the latrines? Why wasn't he scolding you and writing you up? Why did his eyes look so soft?

You wanted to chase this high you were feeling around him.

"Finneee. But say," you spoke, feigning disinterest in his answer, "if you were to come with me, can I go out? You know, since it'd be a supervised outing and all..." You shrugged, experimenting with his new leniency. Though, with the way he was sighing exasperatedly, it seems like you will be doing some push-ups tonight.

"Maybe."

"Wait, what?" You didn't bother hiding your disbelief or your excitement. "Really?"

"Go to bed, officer," Hoshina said, turning and making his way to his own room.

"Wanna make sure I get into my bed properly?" You yelled at his retreating figure.

"Unbelievable."

[draconic-desire]

THE NAIVE DARLINGGGG

I can imagine darling crying into Sunday.. at first refusing going to home, expressing her insecurities. So when Sunday drags her back, she just pleads with Sunday. All darling wants to to serve at least some purpose to Sundays life. She begs Sunday to let her cook for him .. or in her sobbing fit shr muttered how even having Sundays baby would serve some usefullness.. Darling didnt want to seem like a burden to Sunday..

At the mention of babies, Sunday gets the idea of how sweet little children will tie darling to him forever

The baby will come out a lil skrunkly , in a cite way of course <3 a fat plump baby who looks like a dumpling with chicken wings attached to the back of its ear :"(

sunday would 1000% babytrap his darling at some point, you cannot convince me otherwise. but if YOU came to HIM about it? girl bye you’re done for

Yan!Sunday x Fem!Reader

warning: nsfw thoughts from sunday, mentions of pregnancy

After Sunday leads you back home, it doesn’t take long for your thoughts to spiral again.

Walking through the halls of the spacious pavilion, eying the grandeur that is Sunday’s home, pondering his status as the head of the Family…you start to wonder what you bring to the table.

He claims he loves you, that you are unique and irreplaceable, but what does that really mean? You have no money, wealth, or fame, no notable skills that could contribute to the Oak Family lineage.

Well, except…

Your hand falls to your abdomen. It’s something Sunday has mentioned in passing, the need for an heir, the desire to expand his family, but you never thought he meant doing so with you. But perhaps…?

Your head shakes violently, and you turn to wipe away a stray tear. How foolish of you. Sunday doesn’t keep you around for that sort of thing. His hier will be delivered from a queen, befitting of the same status as him, and not some nobody like you.

Like always, Sunday is more attentive than you give him credit for.

He thinks it’s cute, how naive and oblivious you are sometimes. Except when he notices that this time, you are attempting to hide your crying behind the palm on your hand.

“(Y/n), my love, what troubles you?” He gently pulls your hand away from your face and instead turns you to face him.

Seeing him like this, his tender gaze trained on your form alone, suddenly makes you burst into tears.

“S-S-Sunday,” you sob, “please let me help! I’ll do anything!”

He blinks, confusion written across his features. “Help? With what? (Y/n), it’s been a long day, let me take you to bed—”

You clasp his hands in your own, looking up at him with (e/c) eyes brimming with tears. “Please, don’t throw me aside for someone else. I-I promise I’m not a burden. You need an heir, right? So please, let me carry that responsibility.”

He inhales sharply, his amethyst pupils dilating.

…Did he hear you correctly?

You want to have his child?

Sunday momentarily forgets how to breathe.

Oh, how he has fantasized about this very scenario; it has taken all of his willpower to hold back, to fool you into believing his charming, domestic mannerisms, when he truly wishes to claim every part of you, to brand himself upon every inch of your flesh. Lovely, beautiful, naive little you would never expect the dark desires hidden beneath the surface.

In reality, the thought of you begging for his seed permeates his waking and sleeping dreams. He’s lost track of the amount of nights spent with his hand around his cock, picturing your tight cunt wrapped around it instead.

Never would he have imagined you in this position willingly, practically on your knees for him, desperate for his cum, for his child growing in your belly. The idea arouses him more than you can ever know, and he has to shift to hide his growing erection.

Instead, he scoops you into his arms and nuzzles his nose in your hair, inhaling your scent. Oh, how lovely you’re going to smell when you’re glowing and round with his heir! He imagines how adorable his Halovian child will be, and how he wishes to pin a pair of wings behind your ears as well—a matching set for father, mother, and child.

The wings are, of course, the very ones ripped from your own back—you’re just too entranced by Sunday to notice it was he who plucked them from you to begin with.

And now, Sunday is through with holding back. You’re going to be fully and irrevocably his, tied to him forever. Like a fly landing on a venus trap, your own actions seal your fate. You don’t have a moment to react before the jaws of the predator swallow you whole.

“How could I deny you, my angel?” he coos, pacing towards the bedroom as he begins to pry at the buttons of your top. “And what better time to begin than the present, hm?”

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Blue Balls - Sabo: Part 1  

Summary: Sabo ends up with a case of blue balls; text below the cut

Pairing: Sabo x Afab!Reader

Genre: smut

CW: dirty talk, Sabo masturbating, needy Sabo

Word Count: 1,153

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Sabo didn’t know what to do with himself. 

The first few weeks you were gone, he’d jerked off morning, noon, and night to the thought of you, but as the memory of your touch grew more distant and the hole in his chest became gaping, he couldn’t stand to touch his cock without you there to run your fingers through his blonde hair and tell him how pretty his scars were, the words leaving your heart-shaped lips, swollen from making out, mere seconds before you wrapped them around his length. 

Not being able to stand it didn’t stop him from doing it, though. 

Feeling like his heart might give out from the pressure built up in his chest, he reached a hand under the covers and grabbed his length. At what point had your skill surpassed his? When had he become utterly useless with his own cock? He fumbled with it like he’d never jerked the thing before, his balls so heavy he worried they would fall off if he stood up. How precisely was he supposed to replace the feeling of your mouth with his stupid hand? 

You were so nice when you sucked him off, so sweet. You blinked up at him with those pretty eyes of yours, smiled softly when you pulled away to catch your breath. His favorite was when your hair spilled down your chest and you wore something with straps or loose sleeves that fell off your shoulder so his eyes could travel the length of your collarbone. 

He could remember all that, so why couldn’t he make himself cum? 

He’d hit a wall three weeks ago, and he was absolutely losing it. He’d always been one to work and train overtime, but he’d become obsessive as of late. Everyone from Dragon to Koala had noticed, and had even tried getting him to relax, until Ivankov made a comment about Sabo’s raging hormones and everyone had dropped the matter. 

He should have fought Ivankov for saying that- he certainly wanted to- but he didn’t even have it in him. He also didn’t want to get any closer to the devil fruit user than he absolutely had to for fear the queen would assess the true depths of his emotional and sexual despair, and Sabo couldn’t stand the humiliation. 

But Ivankov was right. 

His hormones were raging. 

Sabo growled like a wild beast. He kicked his covers off, the sheets clinging to his sweaty skin. He dropped his cramping hand at his side and stared up at the ceiling in the dark. His chest heaved, and his cock throbbed painfully, a drumbeat between his legs that only grew louder with each moment to pass. He wondered if a man could die from blue balls. 

If that was possible, he told himself, it would have happened by now. 

“It has to work eventually,” he muttered to himself. 

He dragged his hand off the mattress and grabbed the length of his cock again. He brushed his thumb over the biggest vein, just like you always did with a coo, and found the head. He pressed down on it and spread the pre cum around, using it as lubricant. But then he recalled how you kissed and licked his balls, treating them like the most precious things in the world, and suddenly, everything he did was lacking. 

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” 

He grabbed your pillow and shoved it into his face, the scent of your citrus perfume long having faded. He whined, the pillow catching the sound, and gave his cock a heavy tug. He felt it twitch, but he caught the pleasure in his hand only for a second before it escaped him. 

“Do you have some sort of smothering kink I don’t know about?” A voice asked. 

Sabo threw the pillow off and sat up in bed with a gasp. He saw a figure illuminated in the doorway, a figure with your perfect shape. His gaze fell on your sweet face, and he was caught between the urge to fling himself at you and actually smother himself to escape the humiliation of being caught with his dick in his hands. 

“Y/n?” He watched with wide eyes as you closed the door, leaving only a bit of light to shine in through the bottom, and a bit more through the window. He rubbed his eyes. “What… is this real? What are you doing here? You aren’t supposed to be back for another two weeks!” The embarrassment almost too much to bear, he dragged the sheets over his lap. 

“I finished my mission early and thought I would surprise you.” You giggled. “I guess I did.” You relished the sight of your boyfriend naked in bed, muscles coiled beneath his tan skin, his blonde hair stuck to his forehead, his impressive cock standing at attention. “I can come back later if you want me-” 

“No!” He lurched forward, only to grit his teeth. “Fuck.” 

“Sabo, are you alright?” You hurried to the side of the bed, thinking he’d hurt himself. You sat down on the edge, placing a hand on his bare shoulder; you noticed his skin was covered in a thin sheen of sweat and frowned. 

Sabo shuddered. “Fuck,” he hissed again. “Fuck.” 

“Sabo-” 

“I’m fucking dying.” With that, he fell back against the pillows. “It doesn’t matter what I do. It’s all wrong. You’re the only one who can do it right, and you’ve been gone forever. And it fucking hurts, y/n.” His voice cracked toward the end. 

You felt bad for him, but you also couldn’t help but smile to yourself. You hadn’t had much communication with your boyfriend in the time you had been away, and you’d worried that he didn’t miss you as much as you missed him, that he didn’t lay awake at night stroking himself but to no avail. 

“And the pillow?” 

“It used to smell like you,” he admitted, the darkness making him feel safe enough to be a little more pathetic than he would normally. “It doesn’t anymore.” 

“Awe, you poor thing.” 

Just then, the smell of your perfume wafted over to him. “Fuck.” He launched himself at you, pulling you into his arms and dragging you into bed with him. He wrapped his legs around you, too, clinging to you like a big baby. “Fuck.” The sound of your giggle as he buried his face in your hair and inhaled almost made him cum, and the weight of his problem came down on his chest once more like a ton of bricks. “Y/n, I need-” 

“I know what you need, big boy,” you interrupted. 

His cock twitched at the sound of the nickname. 

You cupped his face in your hands and pressed those perfect, soft lips to his. You gave him a series of lingering, close-mouthed kisses before brushing his blonde hair from his sticky forehead. “Lay back. I’ll take care of you.” 

Sabo didn’t need to be told twice, crashing back into his pillows with a shallow sigh. 

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