#i swear i love him he is just. so embarrassing sometimes <3< /div>
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urfavoritemistake · 25 days ago
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miniimight · 8 months ago
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I need more dad Sukuna and mom reader fics / headcsnons, I love the way you wrote for them!!
hey anon thank you! i'm thinking about making this a series, if you guys have any ideas/requests/prompts lmk <3
PICKING UP BABY FROM SCHOOL oops, toddlers can't ride motorcyles! (dad!sukuna x mom!reader)
sukuna rolled up about twenty minutes before his daughter's school got out, deploying the kickstand of his pitch black motorcycle against the rainbow colored fencing. he pulled off his helmet, sighing deeply when he met fresh air again.
his phone buzzed against his thigh. he pulled it out of his tight cargo pocket, answering immediately when he saw your caller ID. "hey, doll."
"you got there okay?" you asked.
"mhm."
"and you're on the right side of the building? that's where her class comes out."
"mhm."
"great." you exhaled. "m'sorry i couldn't make it this time—"
"stop." he says gruffly, his phone between his shoulder and ear as he pulls off his gloves. "what are you sorry for, silly girl? you're sick and should rest."
he doesn't mind anything when it comes to his two girls, not the fifteen minute commute to her school or the half hour of waiting just to get a parking spot nice and close to the doors.
your laugh was warbled over the phone. "at least the car is air conditioned. it's been getting warmer lately."
"..." he looked down at his bike.
"ryo, baby?" you hummed.
"hm?"
"you did take the car, right?"
"..."
his silence was all you needed to hear. he tuned out your worried rambling about how the hell is your daughter going to get home on that thing in order to process. toddlers don't usually use motorcycles as a mode of transportation... and he should've thought of this before!
"it'd be fine if i had an extra seat." he mused, debating on how he could manage this situation without having to call you to get them.
"an extra seat?! not even an extra helmet?" you shrieked. "baby, i swear, if you're actually thinking about driving with my baby girl on that thing—"
"relax, doll," he grumbled, pushing down the traces of embarrassment burning at his ears. "the brat will be fine, s'just a couple blocks away. she can handle the wind."
"..."
the bell rang and the doors swung open, children pouring out of the hallway and buzzing around in search of their parents.
"she's out, we'll see you soon." he was about to hang up when he heard,
"i'm literally about to come get you, do NOT go anywhere."
he frowns, his eyes scouring the crowd of midgets for his kid. he didn't mean to make you so upset and worried. he just... overlooked important details sometimes. not his fault, he's trying his best :(
"y/n, you will sit your ass down in bed. when i come home, you better be laying down exactly how i left you." he warned. he heard your breath hitch. "you trust me, don't you, baby?"
"yes... unfortunately."
he nodded. "we'll be home soon."
"in one piece?"
he rolled his eyes, grumbling. "yes, woman."
"hm." you huffed and hung up.
he strolled into the compound. as soon as he saw those pretty eyes that creased happily when they landed on him, he smiled and crouched down.
she ran over to him, her backpack jostling behind her. she held up a painting she made. "daddy, look!"
"i see." he pulled her closer, holding the backpack off her back and letting her walk off it. he slung the bedazzled bratz backpack over his shoulder, lifting her up in his arms. "what is it?"
"for mama."
"oh. all your crafts seem to be for mama. still nothing for me." he complained with a drawn out sigh.
she rolled her eyes, and he swore he was looking at you for a second.
"don't roll your eyes at me, brat." he scoffed. "who the hell even taught you that?" he muttered under his breath.
sukuna finally stopped in front of his bike. her eyes lit up as her legs started to kick in excitement. she's only ever seen daddy ride off on this thing, now she gets to ride with him?
he swung his leg over the bike, ignoring the mix of distasteful and flirtatious looks thrown at him. "okay, kid." he exhaled, shrugging off his jacket and holding it up to her. "gotta put this on."
she turned up her nose. "stinky."
his jaw dropped open. "i showered before i came to wait half an hour for you, chubby brat. the hell do you think you're talking to?"
she looked at him as if it were obvious.
"you'll put this on now. give me mama's painting, i'll put it in your bag." he said gruffly yet gently slid the painting into her backpack with the utmost care.
the jacket drowned her, the sleeves near triple the length of her arms. sukuna zipped her up and put the helmet on her head.
she started to whine. "stinky." she wailed.
"hush." he hissed, slapping some shades on and holding her towards her chest firmly. with her protected as best as he could with what he had, and with the jeweled backpack strapped to his back, he began to roll out into the road.
that drive home was the longest thirty minutes of his life. he had never drove so slow before.
you were waiting by the front door, running down to meet them as your husband pulled into the driveway.
"oh my god oh my god," you ripped your baby from his arms, tossing the helmet off her head. "are you okay, baby?" you smoothed away the sweaty hair from her face, your lips pursing when you hear her sniffles.
"my poor baby. daddy's never gonna pick you up again, don't you worry." you peppered her face with kisses.
sukuna caught the helmet before it crashed to the ground, walking behind you with his hands in his pockets. he kissed your temple as he leaned over your shoulder to peer down at his daughter. "daddy didn't do so bad."
you glare at him, cradling your daughter's head against your chest. you whirl away and storm into the house.
he sighed.
after many apologetic kisses and a good amount of groveling, you let him do pick-ups and drop-offs again. though you made sure to watch him get into the car before he drove off.
© miniimight ! thanks for reading <3
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artdcnaldson · 7 months ago
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whoa imagine patrick and art teaching how you how to blow them next? and then they like take turns with you giving hands-on demonstrations of how they think you’d like to be touched and fucked and taken care of? it’s not exactly a competition but they both want to do better and make you feel better than the other so it kind of is
Yeah 😌🩷
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Rating: E (18+)
Warnings: Patrick x Reader x Art throuple dynamics, blowjob lessons <3, guys being pervy little manipulating snakes (affectionately)
A/N: I’m obsessed. Everyone say hiiii sex lessons au. Unedited sozz
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You get week of you jerking one or both of them off whenever you’re alone together until Patrick decides to test the waters.
“You can put your mouth on it,” he says, when you’ve taken him into your grasp, nice and slow while you kiss him the intense, hungry way he’d taught you.
Your eyes widen slightly, and he swears he can hear your pulse thrumming.
“Patrick,” Art says, a warning. He’s on the other end of the bed, trying his best to study for a midterm while his friend is getting jerked off three feet away. He’d sit on the floor… but he’s ready to hop off the bench the second you or Patrick invite him to play.
Patrick rolls his eyes in annoyance. Art was so fucking dense sometimes. He knew Art wanted it just as bad, probably more because he was so goddamn repressed. He knew Art always wanted the same things he wanted, no matter how depraved, or how embarrassed he was to admit it. “What? I think it’s about time she learns to suck cock.”
“Jesus Christ, Pat,” you say with a nervous laugh. His lips quirk slightly. He fucking loves how embarrassed you can get, how one dirty word makes you hide your face like a shy little virgin. You were shy, but he was working on that last part.
He grins, runs a thumb along your bottom lip. It’s slick with spit, swollen from kissing him. God, is it such a crime that he wants those lips wrapped around his dick? “C’mon, you’ll like it,” he says, brushing his lips along your jaw, right below your ear. “You like jerking us off, right? It’s even better.”
You nod, leaning back to meet his gaze. “Will you show me?”
Patrick glances over at Art, who has pushed his textbook and notes out of the way entirely. “You heard her, Art, come show her.”
“Jesus, you can ask,” Art says, face scrunched in annoyance. You know there’s know malice, though— he wants it just as bad. You shift off of Patrick’s lap and sit beside him, where you get the perfect view of Art between his thighs. He tugs the brunet’s boxers down his thighs, tosses them absently across the room.
“Pay attention, honey,” Patrick tells you. He runs a hand through shaggy blond curls, making sure you watch as Art places wet kisses to his tip. Patrick moans, impatient, but relishing in the way your mouth falls open slightly, how your eyes widen.
Art opens his mouth wider and slowly eases Patrick’s cock inside. It’s wet, messy. Drool spills from the sides of his mouth, down the length of Patrick’s cock. It gathers at his base, drips down his balls. You watch Art’s cheeks hollow as he takes him deeper, how his eyes fill with water.
Patrick’s fingers press against your lips, pointer and middle, seeking entrance. You open your mouth and let him push his fingers in— salty like skin and sweat. It isn’t until they’re in your mouth that you realized how long they are, as they slip towards the back of your tongue and your mouth fills with spit and you gag. Patrick withdraws his fingers, stringy with spit, and grins.
“Try again for me— try to take ‘em deeper.”
Patrick’s riding high— your lips wrapped around his fingers as he pushes them in and out of your mouth, Art sucking his dick like a champ— he can’t ask for much more.
“Are you paying attention to Art?” You gag slightly as his fingers nudge the back of your throat, eyes stinging with tears. You shake your head and redirect your attention. “Look how deep he can take me. You’ll be able to do that soon, won’t you?”
To demonstrate his point, he pushes Art down by the back of his head, makes Art gag and moan around the intrusion. “Use your tongue, baby.” Neither of you knows who he’s talking to, so you both follow the order.
He keeps both of you there for god knows how long— laving him with attention. Art looks right at home, lashes splayed against his cheeks, head bobbing as he works Patrick’s dick. And you, eyes wide and starry with the need to impress him, to take advantage of all he could possibly teach you. I mean, fuck, he could tell you to jump and you’d ask how high.
He lets his best friend bring him to the edge, feels so deliciously close that he loses himself in it.
“Fuck, Art—“ Patrick cries out, tangling his fist into the blond’s hair for purchase. “Your fuckin’ mouth is something else. C’mon, take me down your throat. That’s it—“
Patrick comes with a groan, spilling down Art’s throat. Art, to his credit, swallows down everything Patrick gives him before pulling back, lips swollen and slick.
Patrick slips his fingers from your mouth— strings of spit connecting the two. He wipes his fingers on your cheek, pats it twice before dropping his hand.
“Think you can handle Art?” He asks with a grin. “He’s smaller than me, it’ll be easier for your first time, huh?”
Art slaps his arm, hard enough to leave a mark. “By fucking half an inch you asshole.”
Patrick rolls his eyes with a knowing smile, but doesn’t dig. “Alright then, Donaldson, whip it out. Her mouth’s fucking watering for it over here.”
Art scowls, but the thought of you sucking his dick is enough to smooth over his mildly bruised ego. He makes quick work of shucking off his clothes and leans against the headboard beside Patrick.
God, someone should take a picture. You’re settled between his legs, on your knees so your ass is up when you bring your mouth to Art’s cock. Your tongue peeks between your lips and you give a few testing kitten licks to his tip.
He moans, soft and pretty. You feel hands in your hair, petting you almost. You blink lazily, peering up to look at Art as you place slow open mouthed kisses to his shaft.
When you take him into your mouth, you feel his grip on your hair tighten, just enough to make you gasp. He’s warm and heavy on your tongue, salty with precum.
Even going slow, you can’t manage to fit much of him in your mouth. You gag with each attempt to take him deeper, eyes watering before you pull off and gasp for air. They watch your valiant efforts, getting off on the fucking filthy sounds of you gagging on Art and the sight of spit spilling down his cock.
“Here—“ Art says, taking one of your hands to wrap around his base. “Just follow your mouth with that. You don’t have to take all of it if it’s too much.”
“First fucking time he’s ever had to say that,” Patrick says with a grin. Art punches his shoulder hard enough that the brunet yelps.
With your hand attending to what doesn’t fit in your mouth, it’s easier. Art’s so easy to get worked up— so easy to bring to the edge. Patrick’s mouthing at his throat, and Art tilts his head to grant him more access. He always complains after about the marks— Art always bruises easy, like a fucking peach. 
“Just like that,” Art praises. It doesn’t feel like you’re doing a great job, but he looks like he’s having a real fucking nice time. “Keep going, baby. Doing so good.”
“We’re teaching her, so teach her,” Patrick says after he grows bored of the slow, sweet head you’re giving the blond. Patrick’s hand moves to the back of your head, pushing you further down until your throat constricts instinctively and your eyes widen in surprise.
“I know you can take more. Just need some exposure therapy. Breathe through your nose— that’s it— good girl.” You will yourself to relax, to center yourself. He didn’t push you far, just enough that Art is brushing against the back of your tongue.
Your mouth fills with saliva, and you swallow around the intrusion, making Art practically whine. “F-fuck Patrick— let her up—“ he groans. It’s then that Patrick moves his hand, letting you pull up and get a large gulp of air. Your face feels hot, your jaw aches slightly.
Art brushes your hair from your face tenderly. “Keep your mouth open like that, okay?” You nod, let him rest the head of his cock on the center of your tongue. He replaces your hand with his own, jerking himself off quickly, methodically.
You nearly flinch as the first rope of cum hits your tongue— warm, salty, thick. You’re caught off guard by the sheer volume of it— you’d felt it coat your hand, but it’s different when it’s spilling directly onto your tongue. He’s panting as he finishes, and you’re left sitting with a mouthful of cum. You swallow it like bitter medicine, like you’d seen girls do in porn.
“How was it?” You ask Art.
“Good for a first try,” he says. “We’ll let you practice, get you ready for when you get boyfriend.”
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A/N: Tashi incoming <3 imagine her reaction when she finds out these boys haven’t been making you cum 😵‍💫
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moonstruckme · 4 months ago
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not sure this really applies for the blueberry muffin prompt but...update on roomate!james and reader? 🥺 (AND CONGRATS ON 7k 🥳🥳)
It does haha! I knew blueberry muffin would be my downfall (but it's okay I signed up for it and ily regardless). Please accept this garbage fire of a drabble <3
cw: modern au, alcohol mention
roommate!James x shy!reader ♡ 683 words
You’re squished between Sirius and James, the two people here least likely to allow you space to breathe. James has got you half in his lap, his arm around your waist and one of your thighs over his, while Sirius’ shoulder pushes into yours, his legs cast over the arm of his couch so he can kick gently at Remus when the urge strikes him. 
“Her coworker hates me,” James says. 
“He does not.” You roll your eyes. This is a topic you’ve been over before. “Art likes you just fine.”
“Does too!” He pinches your waist. “It’s because he’s in love with you.” 
You fight the urge to hide your face in his side. “He is not.” 
James laughs. “He is, sweetheart. You just can’t see it.” 
“You would hardly know, would you?” Sirius agrees, but he agrees with James on everything. You’re fairly sure that if James said the moon was green, Sirius would swear the same until his dying breath. “You didn’t know our Jamesie liked you until he practically confessed.” 
“I still doubt it sometimes,” you mutter, earning you another teasing pinch from your boyfriend. 
“Hold on,” says Lily, “she’s the one who works with him.”
Remus nods. While Sirius always agrees with James, Remus always disagrees with the both of them. You suspect this is mostly because he enjoys getting them riled up. “Exactly. I think y/n has had plenty more time to figure out if he has feelings than you have, James.” 
“He used to walk her home after every shift,” James argues. 
“Because he’s nice,” you sigh. 
“Nice to you, you mean.”
“It’s very normal to walk girls home from late shifts.” 
Remus hums. “Have you considered, James, that maybe because you’ve never worked in the service industry, there are norms you don’t understand?” His tone is smug. Sirius kicks his foot at him lazily.
James’ eyebrows rise above the frames of his glasses. “Have you considered,” he waves his free hand in your direction, “look at her?” 
Your face heats something atrocious. Sirius tsks. “He’s got you there, darling.” 
“Hush,” you say to James, though you can’t manage to infuse your voice with any sternness. “You’re the only one that thinks that.” 
“Nope,” he replies, popping the p. “Actually, it’s me and Art and every other seeing person on the planet. Sorry, sweetheart.” 
You’re not sure if he’s apologizing sardonically or genuinely, for the pain his compliments are causing you. A big hand cups the side of your head, bringing you closer so he can kiss your hair. 
It doesn’t pacify you. “You’re awful,” you say, slipping out from between him and Sirius so his friend nearly falls sideways onto James’ lap. “I’m going to get some water, does anyone want anything?” 
Lily and Remus say no, Sirius asks for a cider, and James is noticeably silent. You can’t say you’re surprised when he comes into the kitchen behind you. 
He gives you a sheepish look. You don’t believe it even a little. “Have I scared you off?” 
You go to Sirius and Remus’ fridge, grabbing the cider for Sirius. “No.” 
“But I embarrassed you.” James wraps his arms around your middle, smushing his lips to your hairline. “M’sorry, lovely.” 
“Don’t,” you say, though you’re far from pulling out of his embrace. “It takes more than that to scare me off.” 
“Yeah?” You can hear the teasing slip into his voice, and that scares you more than it should. “Good. Because you’re gonna have to get used to it, you know. I don’t plan on toning down how lovely you are just because you might get shy on me.” 
You tilt your head back to see him. “You’re insufferable.” 
“So you’re always telling me.” James’ grin is huge. He drops a kiss on the bridge of your nose. “You’re lovely, and I’m insufferable. How’s that fair?” 
“Dunno.” You kiss his chin in return. Fill your cup with water and brush past him out the kitchen. “Suppose you’ll have to get use to it.” 
It’s impossible not to smile when his laughter sounds behind you. 
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nymphoniah · 2 months ago
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god you are SO right about ddlg logan <3 i love him with all my heart and i know he would love being called daddy and taking care of his good little princess... <3
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i’m glad you agree!! :3 and omg after reading this i just thought about something:
i can just imagine logan absolutely melting when you call him daddy for the first time. you swear it was accidental, just a little freudian slip!
content/warnings: moreso fluff but mentions of sex, ddlg/cgl, age gap (reader is in their 20’s)
you’ve been dating logan for a while, the two of you have acknowledged the significant age gap between both of you, but despite the taboo, it didn’t matter at all.
you had a place of your own, but sometimes you’d crash at logan’s. there was no particular reason for each stay—some days you’d want to feel the presence of someone else, as living alone was more lonely than you thought it would be. other days, you’d just want to be fucked senseless by logan so hard that you couldn’t walk the next morning.
on one of the days you decided to stay at his place, you forgot you had work the next day. you insisted on taking an uber so he didn’t have to roll out of bed earlier than usual, but being the stubborn guy he is, he decided to drive you to work.
“i don’t need to show up to work in a limo,” you’d say, playfully punching his shoulder. “that’s a bit too excessive for me,”
“thought you’d like to put on a show,” logan teases, “ a’least that’s what you did for me last night,” he adds cheekily, glancing over at you, flashing you a wink through the glasses that hung low on his nose bridge.
you roll your eyes at him and continue the playful banter, trying to pass the commute to your workplace. time always flies by when you’re with logan.
so when it’s time for you to finally go, you give him a peck on the cheek, something short and simple—besides, if it were anything more, you’d end up being late for work.
“i’ll see you later!” you chirped, swinging open the car door, one leg out, the other still in the leg space of the passenger seat. “hold on, one more—,”
and you lean in for another quick, chaste kiss, this time on the lips. a smirk creeps upon your face as you hop out the car, a little pep in your step as you peek your head in a final time.
“bye f’real. see you later, daddy!”
daddy..? you think to yourself, proceeding to shut the door rather harshly. pausing in your tracks, you register the words, the word that slipped from your mouth, unsure how to react.
your back is turned away from logan’s gaze, but you can feel his eyes on you. it’d be embarrassing to walk away like nothing, but even more so to acknowledge what had happened, what will happen.
so you continue to walk off, mouth agape, head down, watching your feet shuffle against the pavement as you walk to the front door of your workplace.
logan’s a little bit shocked at first—almost a tad bit guilty, but it riles him up in a way he can’t explain. he felt his cock twitch at the mere thought of you calling him daddy. your daddy.
and in a this situation? on a random, gloomy tuesday morning? it’s so over for him.
fuck. he thinks to himself, fidgeting by pushing up his glasses, readjusting himself in his seat, fixing the rear view mirror of the limo—grasping at anything to distract himself from you.
but it’s useless. his mind is only filled of thoughts of you. you. you. now he absolutely has to treat you like the princess that you are, needs to take care of you, treat you right.
because that’s what daddies guys like him do.
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cccharries · 2 months ago
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✻ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴɴᴏɴs! ✻
- ✎ type : headcannons
- ✎ featuring : Gyomei, Sanemi, Uzui, Shinobu, Mitsuri, Muichiro, Rengoku, Giyuu, Obanai
- ✎ A/N : this is my first post eek! Extremely exciting to write lololol, if I did any mistakes, don't be afraid to correct me! 😀
✂ ✂ ✂ ✂ ✂ ✂ ✂ ✂ ✂ ✂ ✂ ✂ ✂ ✂ ✂
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✦ 𝙆𝙤𝙘𝙝𝙤 𝙎𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙗𝙪
Being a hashira means you will constantly have duties to carry out, missions to complete and her being the insect hashira means she also have to take care of the butterfly mansion sometimes, causing her to not have enough time for you
But she will try to make time in her schedule to spend it with you!
And as she tries her hardest to put up a fake smile, when she feels like letting it all out, she would just talk and vent about it with you and you being by her side is what makes her feel better, you are able to listen to her rant about her stress, her messy schedule and she appreciates every single second of you listening to her
How will you guys spend time? Going on walks in the lively garden filled with colourful butterflies, having tea with her and late night talks on the roof
Yapper x listener coded<3
She is the type to tease sometimes but she will never dare to step over your boundaries as she holds high respect for you
Nicknames aren't really used from her, she would just call you by your name but in special occasions, it would be "angel" "darling" and "love" 💓
If someone caused trouble by making you upset, she would be visibly angry and try to solve the problem using the safest way, although she wishes to do something more cruel than that.. But she does not want to cause trouble
When she is afar from missions, she would write letters to you and gift you anything that reminded her about you<3
She would gift stuff like a small boquet of tulips, a violet necklace or a purple flower hairpin!
✦ 𝙐𝙯𝙪𝙞 𝙏𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙣
Gosh he's the teasiest of them all (not sure if that's even a word but lmfao)
Since he also have three wives (Makio, Hina and Suma), he will love you all equally and give the fair attention, it's hard to show attention to four people at the same time but.. He would make it work
Is literally so romantic and stupidly funny at the same time
He would spoil you ROTTEN with a lot of luxury gifts like a expensive kimono made from the finest fabric, a pair of long earrings with rose quartz that's worth a lot of yen and so much more
After he retired from being a hashira, he was finally to spend all his time with you and the others
Dates are definitely going to romantic dinners, movie nights and playing board games with the other wives (very tempting lol)
His nicknames are so so weird and.. Honestly too much sometimes but the ones that are the most normal are "Honey", "Cutie" and "Sweetheart" omfg I am cringing so bad
I am not really sure if he's a grumpy person but your love trope is DEFINITELY grumpy x sunshine I can see it!
His heart softens and ACHES when he sees you and his wives getting along
It's kinda hard to sleep on the same bed as him since he's huge and the wives also need space to sleep with him so I hc that you guys would sleep on 2 beds paired together
✦ 𝙈𝙞𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙞 𝙆𝙖𝙣𝙧𝙤𝙟𝙞
Oh my godly lord she's the sweetest person you would ever pull I swear
Her touch are so feather-like and gentle, everytime she hugs you and wrap her arms around you, you would just melt deeply into her touch
I hc that she would do cute little hairstyles on your hair for fun!
In a relationship, she wants to have something that stands out, which is.. Matching! Matching bracelets, matching necklaces and mostly anything that she finds cute!
Her love language is DEFINITELY physical touch & quality time
Nicknames from her are so cute!! Sometimes you feel embarrassed of her calling you in nicknames on public but it's cute at the same time so you could never scold her about it!
Nicknames from her can be "baby" and "Blossom"
I also headcannon that sometimes she would wake you up in 6am just to do yoga and exercising with her (she thinks it's normal and she would apologize NON-STOP if she actually disturbed your sleep)
She would share her Sakura mochis with you! (She will save more for herself though but hey! You should feel lucky that she's even giving you some 🧍‍♀️)
Dates are definitely going out to restaurants and trying new foods, going to picnics near the garden and baking together! 💗
✦ 𝙍𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙤𝙠𝙪 𝙆𝙮𝙤𝙟𝙪𝙧𝙤
He's a LOUD and I mean, LOUDDD laughter so whenever you make jokes, he would laugh SO LOUD that you need to cover your ears (and after that incident you stopped making jokes in front of him)
Everytime he stops by in the train station he would buy a lot of bentos and share it with you once he came home from his missions!
Everytime you feel upset, he would go get your favourite food to cheer you up instantly and listen to you venting/ranting then giving you advices
he's a FINE gentlemen, he would open doors for you, he would pull the chair for you to sit and it just makes your heart flutter
His nicknames for you are so sweet you just flush your cheeks up whenever he calls you "my angel" or "baby"
Cooks for you, he has the cooking skill of a chef and everytime he's not busy and doesn't have to go out early for work, you would wake up finding him in the kitchen cooking something that would make your mouth drool to the floor
Not only does he cook, he also likes to write letters and give you a lot of gifts if you guys have been separated for a while (probably he has to handle some missions given by Ubuyashiki but wtv)
He's a big fan of PDA, he doesn't really mind it at all + loves holding your hand or hugging you in public and does not care if anyone is giving him a weird look because Rengoku is Rengoku 😋
Love language is definitely acts of service + words of affirmation
✦ 𝙂𝙞𝙮𝙪𝙪 𝙏𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙤𝙠𝙖
He's.. A quiet guy but he is also good at being romantic!
He's not the best at showing love using words of affirmation, so instead his love language can be quality time 👉👈
If you feel upset, he would make your favorite tea and you guys would talk about it while having tea and he would draw you a warm relaxing bath
I don't think.. He's the type to use nicknames, he would be pretty awkward with it so he would just call you by your name
Dates are probably just cuddling on the bed for the whole night or late night walks on the forest (although he's a bit paranoid that you could get attacked by a demon but still the atmosphere is calming!)
Since he's much of a introvert, hes not really the biggest fan of PDA but he doesn't mind holding hands
When he started dating you, he didn't really know how to be romantic to you so he just treated you like a very close friend and when Tanjiro gave him a dating advice, he finally understood 😭
When he is far from home due to missions, you would receive a letter and a small wrapped gift from him to show how much he thought about you even when he's completing a important mission 🙁💘
The gifts can probably be a heart-shaped pebble or a blue sky themed hairpin!
✦ 𝙈𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙤 𝙏𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙤
He's an airhead sometimes and would forget things easily, but to express his fear of forgeting you, he would have a small notebook that has every information about you kept in his pocket
I can't really think what love language he would be sticking to but it will DEFINITELY be quality time & physical touch 💖
He loves feeling your touch and he loves giving head-pats
Oh and one thing is that he LOVES gifting you a lot and I mean, A LOT of handmade origami 📄
He gives you like 5 of them in a week (you have no space to keep all of origami in your house)
Dates can be making origami together and walking in the garden together
I don't think he would use nicknames either so probably just calling by your name is the safest option
He doesn't really understand PDA + not really a fan but doesn't mind holding hands
If your upset, poor baby he doesn't know what to do to make you feel better (probably origami?)
Tanjiro had to give Muichiro a couple of relationship advice just for him to understand 😞
✦ 𝙄𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙤 𝙊𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙞
He's very sour with his behavior and doesn't really trust women, but somehow your the exception.
His snake loves you so much and enjoys spending time with you and Iguro because he understood how Iguro felt about you 😆
And again, he has a hard time expressing his feelings through words so maybe his love language will be acts of service
Not really a big fan of pda either but he wouldn't mind unless you do too much
Sometimes when he's free he will invite you for lunch!
During the start of the relationship, you mostly had to be the one to make the first move since he didn't really knew what to do
(Spoiler) he adores and admires you when you praise his mouth-scar even though he feels insecure that he isn't good enough for you (treat him right 😞)
When he's walking on a town for a mission, he might get you some gifts like small pastries and a letter to update you about his ongoing mission!
He's very cautious sometimes that when you accidentally trip and is about to fall, he would catch you in a instant because he had some sort of fear of losing you which he will never want to face..
Not a fan of nicknames either, just calling you by your name would be fine..
✦ 𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞 𝙎𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙯𝙪𝙜𝙖𝙬𝙖
Okay don't argue with me about this, at the veryyy start of the relationship, he was really hesitant to trust you at first due to losing too many people he loved
It WOULD really take some time for him to trust you but your patience is what makes him love you even more ☹️💞
Sometimes when he comes home in a angry mood and accidentally yells at you, he would immediately apologize in a harsh way and probably sneak in some cuddles when your asleep in your shared bed as a apology
He will yell at you but hit you? No, never, this man has a fear of hurting you
When you praise his revealing scars, he would have a tint of peachy blush flushing up on his face and he would deny it with a tone of stuttery words
Not rlly a fan of PDA, feels uncomfortable with it at the start but as time goes on, he starts getting used to it
No nicknames too.. He thinks it's embarrassing, so calling you by your name is the best.. (Different in bed tho)
every time he comes home from a tiring mission that stressed him out so much just wants him to quickly take a bath and join you in the buddle and cuddle for the whole night, recharging his energy 💘
✦ 𝙂𝙮𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙞 𝙃𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙟𝙞𝙢𝙖
Omg he's the softest giant ever
His touch are the same as Mitsuri's, feather-like and gentle because he fears that he might accidentally hurt you without knowing
As he is blind, feeling others presence and your presence is different for him, everytime he feels your presence his face will soften and call you out 💓
When he's far away from missions, he will also write letters to you to update you about his mission progress
Doesn't mind PDA actually, he finds it cute
When he feels the comparison of his hand holding your hand, it just makes him blush and think about it the whole time, he thinks it's extremely cute
Rare one! He will actually use nicknames for you in special occasions just like Shinobu and those nicknames would be "dear" "love" or "angel" 👉👈
I headcannon that you guys will definitely have the same matching bead bracelet/necklace (it was your idea)
Date ideas are definitely going to cat cafes or date to a cat-themed cafe omg!
I also headcannon that you two will adopt and raise a cat together 😽
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ssahotchnerr · 11 months ago
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can i request jack wanting reader to be his valentine? 🥹😭❤️
like, aaron had no idea & his son just totally steals his thunder (bc he’s been pining over reader, ofc lol) but he can’t even be mad? it’s just so sweet & cute!!! but ofc, aaron gets the girl in the end hehehehehe <3
something exhilarating
happy valentine's day <3 cw; bau!reader, mutual pining, fluff!!!!!
"jack!" you grinned as he rushed towards your desk, aaron following right behind him.
"happy valentine's day." he gushed, with newfound shyness you've never quite witnessed from him.
"happy valentine's day!" you grinned, getting up from your chair to crouch, allowing you to be more at his eye-level. "did you have a fun party at school today?"
jack nodded, rocking back and forth on his heels a bit. "we passed out valentines, played games and ate cookies and candy. but dad said i'm not allowed to have any more today. or else i'll never go to bed tonight."
"well." you looked up at aaron, who nodded amusedly. your mouth drew into a humorous yet sympathizing line, returning your gaze to jack. "i'm sure your dad is right."
jack shrugged and quickly changed the subject, holding his hand out. "i brought you a card."
"you did?" you blurted gently in surprise, taking the small valentine card from him.
"uh huh," the shyness returned, his big brown eyes looking as sweet as ever as he asked, "you'll be my valentine, won't you?"
"um i'd be completely honored." you agreed instantly, your speed of which and enthusiasm also prompting a smile above from aaron.
"cool!" jack beamed, throwing himself into you as a hug. once back on his feet, he reached for the ziploc clasped in aaron's hand. "dad, can i have the rest?"
"sorry about that," aaron chuckled once you stood up, the two of you watching jack bounce from desk to desk excitably, passing valentines out to the rest of the team. "he told me he was only passing out his cards."
"no worries. he made my day." you grinned, looking down and admiring the character valentine in your hand, which read 'you r2 cool'. "star wars huh?"
aaron nodded, naturally crossing his arms over his chest. "we scoured the entire valentine's day section for those. he's been really into it recently, all he wants to do is watch the movies."
you flipped the card over, reading both your and jack's name scribbled in his kid-like handwriting - it was adorable. "never seen them."
"oh c'mon," aaron laughed in disbelief, before his expression turned to a lighter stoic than usual, "seriously?"
"i swear." you admitted, a slightly embarrassed laugh shaking through you.
the two of you fell into a comfortable silence; still watching jack, both laughing gently as derek tossed him into the air (aaron did vocalize a careful warning). as you both stood there, there was a mutual, something you could only describe as a buzz, going back and forth between the two of you. something eager, exhilarating.
"maybe you could come over and watch them with us sometime."
aaron said it so nonchalantly, so naturally, you almost questioned if you heard him correctly. but yet, you knew you had. somehow, it just made perfect sense.
"i'd love that." you replied, butterflies erupting in your stomach.
"and maybe," aaron paused, as if he needed just a bit more courage. "we could get dinner afterwards. you and me."
"i'd love that even more."
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metranart · 4 months ago
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hey, I know you probably busy and I’m sorry to bother you, but could you maybe make some headcanons of what hawks would do if y/n got pregnant?
You don't bother me at all, cutie. :) Here you have some cute little headcanons of our favorite birdie boy.
What Hawks would do if Y/N got pregnant? <3
Takami Keigo is not complicated, he wants as many chicks as he has fingers and toes, and he wants them all with YOU. 
You hadn’t thought about the subject but every time you’ve been at it … -it WAS unprotected. There was nothing to keep you from getting, round and heavy, with his child. And it wasn’t just once. Keigo could go for hours on end- he wouldn’t stop until he fucking collapsed on top of you, completely spent. “Sheesh, that-that was something else entirely, dove.” His smile bright enough to compete with the sun in the sky and win.
“If you get pregnant… I’ll be required to take care of you for the rest of our lives.” He shared all too proud of his deed, that look of adoration in his face, way too close to possessiveness. “—But one thing I swear, (Y/N). I’ll take care of EVERYTHING, you, them, us… All, you just watch me.” 
When the pregnancy test finally confirmed that his secret efforts had been fruitful, he nearly exploded with happiness, he carried you in his arms and your feet did not touch the ground again for the next forty minutes. 
“Dear god- you got even tighter.” Keigo’s voice sounded deeper, “So WET- my love, taking my time to preparing you first was more rewarding than I expected it’d be.” The lingering taste of you on his tongue nearly enough to get him off- “I’m LOVING this pregnant stage, don’cha?” 
The more your belly grew the more he glued to your side. All of the energy that in the past went into making the baby now goes into keeping you and his child happy and healthy. 
One morning, Keigo was looking at you with that unblinking, unreadable look of his, anxious you chewed at your lower lip before voice out your deeper doubts out loud. “I'm not a fan either-” his head cocks to the side, questioningly, and you suck in a nervous giggle, “-of my mom body.”
It would have been better if you slapped him, that would have been less offensive than what you just said. "I LOVE your mommy body, dove. I dream with your plump adorable tummy and all your mommy curves, all night long!" he stressed, ignoring your embarrassed giggles, in order to give a clear and firm statement, "... I'm even thinking about keeping you with that mommy body, all round and pretty and full of my chicks... how would that sound to you?" You shake your head, and he pouts playfully, your heart impossibly warm for him and his cute efforts which always work to make you feel better.
“Stop starin’.” You grumbled, cracking one eye open and staring at him, a tired grin ghosting your lips. “I can’t sleep with you watching me, Keigo.” The Hero grins, “Just checking that you were comfortable-” you shake your head, “For more than an hour?”
Keigo glanced downward at your stomach, a fond grin twisting the corner of his lips up as he imagined a little boy or girl, who looked everything like you- just with his last name, he asked for nothing else. The little one snuggled up in his arms as he read bedtime stories. He imagined teaching the child to ride a bike, to fly-… At this point, Keigo craved just for two things, domesticity and YOU… or just you, if it came to that.
“There’s nothing wrong with you.” He growled for the thousand time, though his hands stayed gentle on your round belly. “I love everything about you. Your imperfections are so mouthwatering, (Y/N). My favorite parts.” He managed to sound reverent, like a man speaking of his Deity. He would kiss the ground your feet touch if you let him but sometimes you are so restrictive with him.
Having you in his arms has become his favorite part of finishing his patrol, that little extra weight you've gained is mesmerizing, he could adore you for hours, that's why since he met you, he leaves some feathers hidden in your apartment when he must leave, that way he can at least be close, even when he's far away.
"Don't think I don't know what you do, birdie." You whine playfully and he laughs, "how long have you known?" you snort through your mouth, "since we've known each other." Keigo snickers widely, you are definitely his person, no one else could stand how mushy and clingy he can be, more than you, his adorable and pregnant, dove.
🔞➡️ MHA X Reader NSFW ART
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smutinlove · 6 months ago
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hi! how are you? can I make a request? so ive been imagining in my head how would jason react to reader going to the wayne gala with him? (for being more especific after jason introduce reader to the batfamily reader gets invited by jason's family to go to the wayne gala)
how would the batfamily treat her? how does Jason behave on gala nights?? sorry for so many questions lol
thanks for reading this <3
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y'all are FEEDING THE DEMON inside me. slay
-not proof-read. has punctuation mistakes (probably. maybe.. idk)
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•after a few embarrassing encounters (for jason HAHA) with his family, you were formally invited to have dinner with them. and dinner turned into an invitation to the wayne gala. pretty big, huh?
•at first, you were hesitant... but jason said he wouldn't go without you and you did not want that. so you went with him.
•i mean, it was one thing being with him. but his arm wrapped around you waist while he introduced you to everyone, calling you his, "girlfriend."
•and whenever he called you his girlfriend, he blushed and smiled.
•i mean, usually jason would be one of those "macho, no feelings/emotions need to be shown" kind of men. but when he's with you, it's a whole new genre.
•he's so gentle with you. your dress got stuck? he'll buy you a new one. hungry during the gala? he'll make you sit down and give you a plate filled with food. (his siblings said that he's so chaotic during gala nights... not true.)
•and omg, speaking of his siblings, they are so protective over both of you. if you hurt him, count your days. if he hurt you, that's a different book in general.
•dick is like an older brother, except he is so sweet and genuine. he knows everything about everyone. tim is like the nerdy but really chaotic younger brother. he's super smart, but also on the brink of causing an alien invasion and murdering everyone in the galaxy. but he's just a goofy little boy <3
•steph is such a girl's girl. she's so friendly and sweet. she's an angel, i swear. cassandra cain doesn't talk much. but she isn't untoward or rude to you. she just doesn't talk a lot. but she has said a few nice words to you.
•damien... that little minx is formal. but once you break down his barriers, he is just another child and child soldier. you and him bonded over your love for animals. he even introduced you to alfred the cat.
•now, papa wayne, the man, the myth, the bat. bruce wayne. he was very friendly. holy shit, this man raised amazing children. he deserves the world. he is very sweet to you, always making sure you're comfortable. he's like a dad to you. (i wish he was my dad)
•alfred, the heart of the bat family. he's formal too sometimes. but he's really nice. he's helpful and witty. he knows everything about every member of the bat/wayne family. if you want to see jason in diapers or when he was in an awkward teenage phase, ask him. he has pics of EVERY batfam member.
•let's just say that jason was raised by amazing people. and those same people adore you with everything.
jason is my pookie bear. he's just a big cuddly teddy bear and i love him for that
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drluvsick · 6 months ago
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hello!!! I read lots of your work and must I say it is very delicious omnomnomnom, is it okay if I request an either sanemi x reader or tengen x reader bcs I'm down bad for both sjshshs where the reader looooveeeessss physical touch and kind of likes pda and how would you think sanemi/tengen would handle that? thank youuu have a nice day!!! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)
𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐒/𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐃𝐀 — 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐳𝐮𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚
headcannons of tengen & sanemi with a s/o who loves physical touch and pda. 📝 gn! reader. loooved this!! oh, and i didn’t know if you wanted the wives included with tengen, so i just left them out— but send an ask if you want ‘em in! i hope you have a nice day as well! :]
word count : 450+
𝙉𝙊𝙒 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙄𝙉𝙂 . . . 𝘚𝘏𝘖𝘞 𝘔𝘌 𝘏𝘖𝘞 — 𝘔𝘌𝘕 𝘐 𝘛𝘙𝘜𝘚𝘛
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𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍 𝐔𝐙𝐔𝐈
— he’s so on board. physical touch? he’ll be clingy asf upon hearing that. hugs, random kisses, letting you feel his muscles— major ego boost for him.
— and just setting aside him being suggestive in some of these touches, he’s definitely holding your hand or keeping a firm grip on your hip in public to let others know that you’re already called for. not only that, but he’ll sometimes have you sit on his lap (if you’re comfortable with it) and just hug you in that position.
— when you both are mad at each other, distancing yourselves is the worst punishment for the both of you. it never lasts more than a day, because how are you two going to sleep without each other’s arms and “i love you”s?
— does every type of kiss on you. eskimo kisses, french kissing, you name it. will do his research and come home to try them out.
— calls you nicknames in public from intimate ones to outright silly ones (honey bunchkins, just to embarrass you a bit <3).
— cannot keep his hands off of you in public i swear, everyone has to know that you’re his or else someone’s going to come up to you and try to sweep you off your feet before he can do anything about it!
— physical touch ✔️, pda ✔️, this man is one to love those as well!
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𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐀
— he has a rough & tough exterior to keep up! you can’t just go up to him and hug him from behind to watch his face turn red— it ruins everything!
— that being said, the first time you wrapped your arms around him from the front (despite his gruff talk about hating these kinds of “cringey couple actions”) his opinions turned a full 360 without him noticing it.
— he’d grown to love your unexpected kisses, even though he’d tsk at you anytime you’d do it.
— and after getting back from a long, bothersome mission? he’d be the one to initiate the hugging and cuddles because he’s too tired to care about your teasing of him being needy.
— not too big on pda, he’d rather let himself indulge in you at home where you’re both safe from prying eyes. but if someone’s looking at you like they want you for themselves? hooo boy… sanemi will absolutely show that you’re taken. whether it be by hugging, kissing, simple gestures/nicknames— that person looking at you has no chance.
— when you tease him for it he either denies it and sticks with that or just flatly admits that yeah, maybe he was a little jealous.
— this guy will be your stuffed animal if you want him to be
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lcriedlastnight · 7 months ago
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first couple of dates reader is super reserved and shy and Lando is just unabashedly flirting in the most attractive way ever
tysm anon, my first lando request! ilysm <3 also shy reader resonates so well with me for some reason.
tw: fem!reader, swears, not spell checked, lmk if anything else.
w/c: 1.8k
you found out on the first date how confident in himself lando was. you knew (and liked) how he was just unapologetically himself at every point in time. it was definitely a green flag of yours. only sometimes it was a little much to handle.
this next date lando had been very traditional, seeing as it was your second date. he had decided to take you to one of his favourite restaurants in monaco. he left you with very strict instructions over text, the day before, to dress as fancy as you possibly could. so you did just that and went last minute dress shopping with your friend. it all being her idea of course.
she finds this lovely blush pink dress that in her words “is just so you” so you get it and wear it to dinner.
lando was already at the restaurant waiting outside for you. he had offered to pick you up but your friend wanted to stay and help you get ready, you didn’t agree easily though. you’ve never seen anyone’s mouth drop open as quickly as you seen lando’s open when you got out of your friend’s car. this, obviously, brings a bright red blush to your cheeks, complimenting the dress even more in lando’s opinion.
“hi.” you mumble, shyly. not used to a gaze as piercing as lando’s.
“hey, pretty girl! don’t you look stunning?” lando grins happily as he addresses you with such lovely pet names with such ease it makes you melt. he sticks a hand out to link it with yours then holds them both high above your head. “give me a spin then, honey.”
you do as he asks and spin around, showing him every angle. when you face lando again his smile seems to be even bigger than when you first came, if that was even possible. it looked like it was sore with how hard he was smiling.
“god, now i feel underdressed. when i said fancy i didn’t mean princess of monaco fancy!” lando jokes. you know it’s a joke, a compliment even. a lovely, sweet compliment. and if you were a normal girl, you would’ve giggled sweetly and thanked him, then you would both be on your way to sit down. but you weren’t a ‘normal’ girl. you were a bit shyer than most. so instead you avoid eye contact with lando and splutter out what could be picked together to make some sort of thank you.
even though it’s the second date, lando seems to understand you already and instead of pointing out your embarrassment, he pushes it to the side and holds his arm out for you to hold.
“c’mon, let’s go inside. you must be starving. i heard that beauty makes you hungry.” you were not surviving this. where was this lando on the first date?
the waiter helps you both find your table, which of course has the most gorgeous view of the water. you sit across from each other and sit in a comfortable silence, scanning the menu’s. your eyes dart across, reading all these dishes, none of them too fancy. another thing for you to be shy about, was the fact that you were an extremely picky eater. you were very wary of restaurant or even food related dates to begin with, but lando is a very difficult person to say no to.
“d’you know what’re getting?” lando asks from across the table. you think he’s been staring at you for a while.
“i’m not sure yet.” you reply, a little quieter than lando, still loud enough to hear over the usual bustle of a restaurant. you tell him this in the hopes he doesn’t ask about your food preferences.
it’s like lando can read your mind though as he asks. “are you alright? do you not like any of the food? we can go somewhere else if you like?” the way he switches from flirty to caring in seconds makes your head spin.
“no! no. you went through all this trouble to come here. and it’s your favourite restaurant.” you refuse his sweet offers.
“so you don’t like any of the food? are you a picky eater?” lando asks, the smile returning to his almost as quickly as it left. his voice not menacing or teasing as he asks you the dreaded question.
you can feel your body heat up at the question, and before you can even try and scramble your brain for an answer, probably denying it lando speaks up.
“if you are it’s okay, honey. i can ask the waiter for anything you want. even if i wasn’t a regular here, i’m sure they would do it for a girl as pretty as you.” and he was right back into that flirty ways from before.
“right,” you nod, purposefully ignoring his compliment. “thank you. i know it’s childish but i only really eat chicken.” you try to joke about it but it comes out awkward and forced. lando laughs anyway.
you both make small talk until with waiter comes back to take your orders. lando doesn’t even give you a chance to speak to the waiter to try and explain yourself before he’s asking if you could get some chicken nuggets and fries. the waiter nods, like it’s no problem. because it isn’t.
“and to drink?” the waiter asks.
lando shifts his gaze to you. his eyes wandering yours, wondering if you were alright to speak to the waiter and order for yourself.
“d’you like wine too, honey? or we could just have water?” lando offers, trying to help you out, which you appreciate so much.
“water is good, please.” you ask politely.
“two glasses of water of us then!” lando tells the waiter as the menu’s are collected and the orders are given to the kitchen.
you wait until you know the waiter is gone before you speak to lando.
“you didn’t need to get water if you didn’t want to. you could’ve gotten wine.” your thumbs dance with each other on top of the table. lando’s reach across to pull them apart from each other and hold them in his own, thumbs swiping gently across your soft skin.
“i know. i just wanted to get what you got. makes you like me more if we like the same things.” lando teases. you laugh a little and it looks like someone has just told lando he’s won his first championship.
“i’m thinking of becoming a comedian. i’m going to quit racing.” he tells you. the conversation switch gives you whiplash.
“what, really? why? i don’t think you should quit. you’re really good.” you try to compliment him back. the boy’s cheesy grin is the greatest payment for that moment of bravery.
“i’m gonna quit so i can make you laugh every minute of every day because your laugh is my new favourite sound in the whole world.” how does he even think of this shit, you think to yourself, through a wide smile and rosy cheeks (once again.)
you both chat away throughout the dinner. lando sending about a million and a half flirty comments and pet names throughout, each one sending you into a tizzy every time. lando just watches your cheeks warm and that shy smile grace your lips.
once you both had ate and payed the bill, lando suggests just walking around for a while.
“basic, i know. i don’t think any date idea could compare to how wonderful you are.” he sighs, jokingly as if his idea actually pained him. of course this causes you to fluster again and hide your face.
lando only laughs and grabs your hand, taking you a walk along the water. you open up to him, more than the previous dates and late night texts. the boy is quiet as you talk, telling him about your childhood and what it was like for you growing up. he asks you questions seeing the way yours eyes twinkle underneath the stars as you perk up even more at the mention of your childhood dog.
“you’re so pretty, honey.” lando admits in a hushed whisper, like it was a secret he was scared to tell and not a sentence he’s said about a hundred times tonight. you both had stopped at a nearby bench to watch the ocean.
before you can even get the chance to get embarrassed he asks “can i kiss you? please?”. and he sounds desperate, like you’re depriving him of the air he needs so badly to breathe properly.
so you nod your head shyly. lando’s hands are quick to trap your head in between them, holding you still as he leans in. this is yours and lando’s first kiss together and lando kisses you like you’ll break if he touches you any harsher. it’s the sweetest thing a boy has ever done in your entire life.
you tell him so once he’s reluctantly pulled away from you. his brows raise in surprise.
“guess i’m just gonna need to top this every date we go on then.” he leans in again because there’s no way he’s not using his free time with you now not kissing you. plus he just loves to see you flustered every time he pulls away.
and that was only the second date.
by the fifth date you had just about gotten your embarrassment under wraps when lando invites you to some mclaren event. he tells you it’s fancy dress but not to go dress shopping again as he’s gotten a tie that matches so well with the dress you wore on your second date. your surprised he remembered the exactly colour because when he turns up at you door, the shade match is perfect.
your halfway through the lovely charity event and lando has not stopped touching you the entire night. even when he has to stop to talk to his teammate, oscar or his team principal, andrea, he had his arm wrapped around your waist or resting on the small of your back. the feeling of his hand resting on your back made you feel like you were his.
you don’t talk much compared to lando, who yaps away all night. his number one topic of conversation being you. he talked about how you met to some random couple he’s never seen before. he rambled about how pretty you were to mclaren’s very own ceo, zak brown. you’re cheeks stay red the entire time, zak leaving after about ten minutes because he felt sorry for you and your embarrassment.
“how you doing, honey? you alright?” lando asks as he joins you at the bar. he’s been pulled away and promised you he’s join you in ten minutes. his hands snaking around your waist, their home for the night it seems.
“yeah, oscar and lily are lovely.” you smile at lando. “thank you for inviting me.”
lando beams back at you. “couldn’t do tonight without my girl, could i?”.
“your girl?” you ask shyly.
“if you wanna be” lando tried to ask casual but he genuinely thinks that if you don’t say yes, he would cry himself to sleep for the rest of the year.
you wrap your arms around him and hide in his chest. “my shy girl, hm?” lando mumbles into your hair.
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tales-from-elysivm · 10 months ago
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★。/ falling in love with you \。★
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ask: this was a request! but I can't find the ask on my old blog, but I do know that it was a quirkless!assistant!reader with midoriya, todoroki, bakugo, shinso, monoma, and kendo. I did cut off monoma and kendo since I feel like I don't know enough about their characters, if that's ok!
pairing: midoriya x gn! reader, todoroki x gn! reader, bakugo x gn! reader, shinso x gn! reader (separate)
fandom: boku no hero academia
word count: 3,722
tw: none, wholesome fluff with some swearing on bakugo's section
notes: this had taken a really long time on my original blog, so im happy to finally be able to share it, if you're from my OG blog, and you were waiting, im sorry it took so long! and since I can't get back into my old blog anymore (I lost the password), please resubmit your asks at anytime and ill try to get to them asap!
! be sure to like and reblog if you enjoyed !
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~the meeting~
You’re first introduced to Class 1A/1B as a stand-in for a sparring partner in hand-to-hand combat. It was better - in Aizawa’s opinion - for you to brush up on your skills while also putting his students in a more hands-on approach to learning. You stand before the class, ready. 
You challenge whoever is confident with their skills so far to come forward and fight you. Over your shoulder, Aizawa stands huddled in his sleeping bag. He isn’t too worried, he trusts your abilities to handle his class, and besides, you needed to grow to tolerate them quickly.
None of the students wanted to fight you at first.
There was at least one of their close friends that teased them because they had noticed you staring at them out of all the other blue-clad students. So, of course, to avoid further embarrassment, they step forward to be the first example.
The rules are simple. No quirks. Just simple hand-to-hand. The first to pin the opponent for at least half a minute is the winner of the exercise.
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I. midoriya 
~ after the meet ~
Izuku really didn’t want to fight you
He didn’t know your strengths, your weaknesses, your quirk, your skill set, how powerful it was versus what it looked like, etc. (cue the nerdy rambling). He had no notes on you!
Izuku had seen you in class every once in a while when he wasn’t busy. You sat by the teacher’s desk grading papers and sometimes assisting Aizawa by running errands or taking over while he took a nap on the floor. But based on your stature and appearance and the fact you were wearing a school uniform, you seemed to be a student as well.
That leads to plenty of interesting theories about you!
“I think they’re a villain!” Kaminari said light-heartedly. It sounded like a rather malicious thing to suggest, Izuku thought, despite his wider grin. “In like… a rehab program or something.”
“Why would they send a villain to a school for a rehab program though?” Iida pulls his drink from his mouth. “It’d be much more likely they be put on community service or in more safe environments.”
Izuku looks across at you.
You’re sitting away from the teachers at the moment, trading notes with a girl in class 2C, laughing as you both scribble away and discuss some class that he can’t quite hear. You wave her off before moving down the table to another group who are slurping ramen over a table full of messy textbooks and broken pens. Izuku knew these kids to cause enough trouble for everyone, but they push aside their bowls and utensils and kick off their bags so they can let you sit with them. 
Hm.
Have you always looked so pretty from this far away?
~ falling in love with you ~
My boy falls hard and fast… save him…
Izuku always pays attention during a class, but he always tries to pay a little more attention when it’s you that’s teaching <3
After assisting Aizawa for a few weeks into the term, Momo asked who you were. In all the “excitement” of having to shephard a class of hormonal superheroes around, you had forgotten to introduce yourself!
He pulls out his hero notebook and begins taking detailed notes on you
[Y/N L/N], your power stats and small doodles of you in the bottom corner. Some more detailed, some awfully sketchy, but he never feels he got it quite right
Aizawa pats your head and dismisses you from your teaching duty for the day
For the rest of the class you resign yourself to your desk and join the students in learning the next emergency protocol
He thinks you might be looking away when he glances at you
Are you looking at him too?
You’ve ruined him, he’d swear on it. He can’t help it, just by looking at you. The swell of your hips when he can see you walking in front or behind him, the way your eyes light up if he even gains the confidence to talk about his hero notebooks with you, the little shocks he gets when your knees touch on the floor of his dorm room. Or maybe he finds you distracting in some way? Your voice drags him from each lecture, even if it’s not aimed at him. Your smile lures him in. He’s sure you have to have a quirk somehow, hidden there that you haven’t told him about yet.
Do you find him as distracting as he finds you?
Among his many nervous habits, a new one is born. What is it? Well, drawing you in his notebook. 
It’s during one of these very creepy-sounding moments that he remembers he never actually asked you what your quirk was. Nor had he seen it in action before
Other people had wondered about it before, but no one had an answer
So he asks you
You laugh.
It’s almost shocked, but partly sad. You tell him, quite simply, that you’re quirkless. And that Aizawa gave you the position in 1A because you were willing to become a teaching assistant on the side. Though you suspect it’s favouritism, he wants you to have a good education, UA is a nice place, he’ll be close by in case any shit goes down. 
If anything Izuku falls even more in love with you. Hearing you ramble with him about your favourite heroes, how you want to be your own hero even if you can’t do the same things as they can, and you’re still here talking to him.
You’re one of the first people he tells about All Might passing on his quirk to him. He’s worried you might be envious of it, or hate him for lying his way into UA, but you beam at him and assure him he’ll be the best Number One Hero you’ve ever seen.
Yeah, he’s definitely fallen a bit harder, if the sweaty palms and nervous heart skip is enough to go off of.
~ fighting for your attention ~
Now imagine this poor, sweet, innocent broccoli-head of a boy finally falling in love with you! He’s smitten with you
But now he’s watching you interact with his classmates interact with you a little more closely
He doesn’t mind of course, he knows everyone loves your personality and just the feeling you give off. It makes them feel warm and safe and you being quirkless limits any sense of a threat to those who are more sceptical
What he doesn’t like is that he knows some of them fancy you
Some of them love you
He begins studying harder, training harder, works out more so he can make sure he can hear your sweet praises and warming smiles
Any “good job!” and “i’m so proud!” you can offer him is cherished. He cherishes you
So he gathers his courage to try harder just for you, so you can think of him as your number one hero!
Now the only question is; do you cherish him?
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K. bakugo
~ after the meet ~
An unbridled opportunity to inflict pain on an (admittedly) attractive stranger?
Fuck yeah
Quirk or no quirk, he was going to absolutely destroy you. He was sure of it!
Shitty hair said you looked oddly familiar, but who cares?
Katsuki had seen you around in the dormitory building, of course, he never paid you much attention. You were wearing a uniform, so he guessed you were a student. He thought you were boring. 
Pretty, but boring. 
Not that he was looking, shut up–
Maybe if he kicks your ass a bit he’ll stop getting so distracted
Or…:
Are you fucking kidding?
You kicked his ass! Barely breaking a sweat! 
One minute he’s preparing to just kick you in the gut and land a right hook to your face, but then he steps into the field where white lines have been drawn and you smile at him. You wish him good luck and bow before getting into a fighting stance. 
He draws a blank after that. Sure, he lands the first kick, but gets your thigh instead so you skid across the pitch. Then you effortlessly sidestep his next swing and he just wants to blast your face off in embarrassment.
Then, most painful of all, you punch him right in the gut and kick him until he’s down. 
He’s butt-hurt, as expected and refuses to even look at you.
Shitty hair slaps his shoulder and laughs as he joins the rest of the class. You brush dust off your uniform and prepare to fight Mina next. 
“That was something huh?” Kaminari jests, snickering. “I should’ve gotten that on camera.”
Katsuki decides just then that he’s going to make your life hell for what you’ve done.
~ falling in love with you ~
He’s not falling in love with you, shut up-
Ok so he’s a grouchy boy anyway right so of course he’s not going to admit it as quick as the others 
In fact he makes it a goal in life to annoy you enough until you hate his guts, then he might feel better about wanting to grind your face into the pavement 
He kicks your chair out when you go to sit so you slam into the floor, shut the door to the classroom in your face, shoves you in hallways at every chance he gets, and even becomes so petty he begins stealing your favourite snacks and drinks out of the fridge and cupboards 
Smug bastard even devours them in front of you just so you know that it was him 
He hates them but that doesn’t stop him! 
And - as much as he doesn’t want to admit it - he kinda hates the small flicker of disappointment that flutters behind your eyes before you offer to go on a snack-run for everyone on your way 
Dammit!
He makes it sound like your idea that he stalks alongside you to the grocery store.
“You’d probably get lost if someone wasn’t around to hold your hand,” he’d mock you. If you inquire if he’d hold your hand around the store, he’ll definitely leave you behind. Don’t tempt him. And if you laugh he’ll walk back to the dorms and leave your ass to wonder where he went, searching through aisles for him. He knows you would.
Begrudgingly, he knows somewhere in him won’t let him abandon you there. What part? No idea but he hates it. 
Which is why he is now escorting you on the seventh snack-run of the month. You push the trolley around because even with all your begging he won’t do it. Shopping list in hand you throw in bags of snacks and surprise treats for your classmates.   
You have everything stacked up now. Popcorn for movie nights, and each person’s specific sweets, but instead of heading towards the cashiers, you’re turning towards the scoop-and-weigh section. 
“Oi, dumbass!” Bakugo doesn’t follow after you at first, and he doesn’t care that people are turning to stare at him. “Cash register is that way!”
“I know that.” You smile and disappear behind the aisle. He really has no choice but to drag his feet to follow. When he comes around the side you’re scooping a bag full of honey-roasted almonds - ones he knows you hate but his mouth waters at. 
“What are you getting those for?” He curses how soft his voice is now, but he can’t help but wonder why you’re buying them now.
“They’re your favourite, right?” You respond.
“Yeah?” How did you even know that?
You must be reading his mind with some hidden quirk or something, because you quickly explain that you had questioned Kirishima about the hidden stash in the cupboards one time and he had told you almost immediately. So, why not grab some more when you noticed that his stash was getting low?
Without letting him answer you walk past him to the checkouts. He watches after you, mouth dry. He can’t even think of an insult for you right now.
Fuck!
~ fighting for your attention ~
He still won’t admit it to himself so don’t expect a massive, dramatic confession from him (…yet)
No, he’s willing to fight anyone and everyone who wants your affections from the sidelines 
Someone looks at you a little too long? (Punch them)
Someone touches your shoulder during a PE class? (Make their life hell)
Deku asks for your help on an essay and you respond with an all-sweet smile that just rubs him the wrong way? (Kill him - but not actually)
Jealousy is a dangerous game for Katsuki 
(He’s not jealous don’t even ask—)
He’s willing to completely flip the tables so that maybe you’d notice that something’s different: he doesn’t kick your chair out anymore, or eat your snacks, or try to fight you in the hallways 
Instead he does all of that for pretty much everyone else—with exceptions for Kirishima of course 
Anything so he can deny that he’s gone the slightest bit soft for you when you both sit in the common room and eat your respective snacks, talking about some annoying classmate that had pissed him off for the fourth time that day 
And god dammit, won’t you just notice that he appreciates you? 
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S. todoroki
~ after the meet ~
Now, my first question is, is it vague curiosity or a drive to urge his strength forward that makes Shoto fight you?
It’s the strength training, he reasons
He doesn’t need it of course, he’s capable enough, but that doesn’t stop him from arguing with himself that that could be the only reason
And no, it’s definitely not because he can see you giving him a curious look over the heads of his classmates, and certainly, not because Kaminari gives him a knowing grin because even he can see you staring at him
So he puts himself forward as a volunteer
For the training… sure
Even after you lose to Todoroki he’s courteous about it. You both bow out of respect and he rejoins the line. After that he doesn’t expect to see you very much after that, perhaps never again. He thinks, despite the theories, you might be a student-teacher from a different academy.
But no, the next week you show up to their regular classes. And not long after that, you’re both working on group and pair projects together.
Like today, it’s theory. Emergency Evacuation in a Disaster. You pick some form of ‘emergency’ and then plot out an essay with detailed instructions for evacuation for the project. Simple. You pick a disaster and begin the essay.
You ask him questions in between, just general small talk, asking how his day is and the like. But he appreciates it. He knows that you know who he is and yet you just ask him normal questions. (Let’s say this is before his arc to make friends.)
You praise him for his strength in your battle and it makes his heart pound. Is he sick? What does this mean? 
What do you mean when you say you like his company? How does he get you to stop? He doesn’t like not being in control of how his heart is beating.
~ falling in love with you ~
I don’t think that originally it would be obvious to you that he fancies you
He’d be courteous at first, hold the door for you, compliment things about you, pull out your chair or save you a seat at lunch, it’s simple little things
You don’t notice of course, you just think he’s being nice
But to literally everyone else, it’s so obvious to them that he’s already completely smitten with you. He barely talks to anyone else… and yeah he doesn’t talk much with you either but he tolerates your company more than others
And he’s a gentleman so why would he outright say anything?
(That’s the reason and not that he’s afraid to, yeah totally-)
So instead he sits and listens to your conversations 
It’s not your fault he’s having a bad day, but at the moment he’s giving the cold shoulder to everyone in 1-A. 
That doesn’t stop you from dragging your chair up to his small desk during your break and eating there with him. He doesn’t tell you to leave, because he doesn’t think he can. He just watches you pull out utensils and begin to eat. He hasn’t even bothered with his own food, he can feel a pit swallowing his stomach, like he couldn’t cram anything in there if he wanted to.
“Bad day?” you ask, like you couldn’t already tell. “Don’t wanna talk about it?”
He nods at you. He can’t lie. And he sure as hell can’t ignore you.
“I understand,” you give a thoughtful hum, eating a bite of your food. “My day was pretty crappy too. It gets like that sometimes, you just gotta keep going. You can’t stop living just because your head’s a bit heavy.”
He didn’t ask for your advice, and maybe before that would’ve bothered him that you didn’t stop talking, but now he can’t find it in him to be frustrated. His annoyance deflates at your presence. You radiate this homely comfort he hasn’t felt in a long time.
Shoto goes through the effort of pulling out his food, just so you might feel better about it.
He forces out the words;
“And your day? Tell me about it… please.”
~ fighting for your attention ~
Now shoto is less likely to actually try and confront others about their shared affections
In fact in normally takes him a good while to officially realise that he loves you
But pretty soon he just begins to seek you out more
As he grows more social, earns new friends and becomes accustomed to everyone, you work with him closely to help him learn social cues and overcome his trauma
He comes to like touching you, whether it be a hand on his head, touching knees in the dorms, a simple hug, or you leaning on him until you fall asleep on him during the winter. He feels comfortable with you
But with this realisation comes one more;
He wonders if he could handle going back to living without you
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H. shinso
~ after the meet ~
Now, shinso’s quirk is pretty hard to implement in a fight, which is why he mainly prefers hand-to-hand
Overall, he feels tired, if not a little bored, by the spar with you
He hadn’t noticed you at all before this lesson in 1C, but his teacher had said that you were helping by moving down from 1A
Why, he couldnt figure out
But nonetheless, he finds you watching him while waiting to spar you in your first physical education class together, so he volunteers
And he quickly gets disqualified– 
He swears he doesn’t mean to, but almost as soon as he begins the fight, you overwhelm him.
What you lack in a visible quirk, you make up for in speed, kicking and jabbing and ducking away before he can get a hit in. It’s when he finds you hovering over his shoulder, about to throw a punch to his face, that he panics and asks for your name.
A bit confused, slowing down a little bit, you give it to him, and almost as quickly, you’re under his control. The teacher immediately barks at him to release his control, and he obliges, but he’s still disqualified and you’re given an instant win. When you stumble, regaining your own self-control, you look up at him in bemusement. 
But you don’t look scared at all, instead you smile at him.
“Brainwashing? That’s a pretty cool quirk, huh?”
You confuse him, and he’s not sure if he likes it yet. 
~ falling in love with you ~
After you move down to 1C to work on your General Hero courses, you begin to grow closer with Shinso 
You don’t think that his quirk is any different to the others at UA, which he is somewhat confused by
‘Some of these guys can set people on fire! Brainwashing doesn’t sound too different to the others you see here’, was your only explanation whenever he asked about it
Overtime, you become one of his only friends in 1C, he tolerates you
He spends most of his time with you, studying, eating, talking, he helps you write papers on general hero practices, telling you about his history with children being scared of his ‘villain quirk’
All things considered, he trusts you, and i dont think he could say that for many other people at UA
You both sit cross-legged on the floor of his dorm room. He very rarely decorates it, but you begged him to let you set up the fairy lights and little cat decals that were meant for his wall. Begrudgingly, he agreed.
So that’s what you’ve been doing, arranging kitties on the wall over his desk. Cute little art pieces that resemble grey and calico cats. 
Meanwhile, he’s studying on his floor, laying back and occasionally sneaking glances at you to see if you’re tangled in the lights. Soon enough you have them strung up nicely in the corners of his dorm-room, sending soft gold light over his purple hair. He doesn’t move until you lay on the floor beside him, looking up at the ceiling.
“What do you think?” you ask, leaning up on your elbows to admire your handiwork.
He’s quiet for a moment, just looking at you, taking in the view of your side-profile. 
“They look nice.”
Shinso isn’t talking about the lights.
~ fighting for your attention ~
Listen, usually Shinso absolutely hates using his quirk for anything out of villain fights, because if he does he feels like he reinforces the idea that he might be a villain too
But, when it comes to you?
He’s relatively tame at first, he doesnt get too jealous or overprotective as someone else might (cough, bakugo, cough), but it doesnt mean that he doesnt need reassurance sometimes
If it gets to the point that another one of your suitors is making you uncomfortable, then by all means, hes asking them what theyre doing and forcing them to walk away
And afterwards, having that little moment of supposed villainy feels worth it
Just keep smiling at him
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im sorry this took so long!
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aothotties · 10 months ago
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Sneaky link w/ Best Friend!Eren
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Warnings: MDNI, reader is a tease, swearing, unprotected sex, bathtub sex, multiple orgasms, light choking, squirting, cream pie, Eren and the reader say I love you.
Word count: 1874
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“Alright lil mama, what do you want to do next?” Eren asks you before stuffing his face with cotton candy.
You look around at all the attractions and rides at the theme park, you two have been here since noon and basically did every damn thing.
“You can try and beat me at basketball again.” He suggests with a smirk on his face.
You roll your eyes and brush him off with a wave, you know better than to embarrass yourself like that. You smile as you stop in front of one of the games.
“Win me a stuffed animal, and I mean one of the big ones. Go on” You step to the side and take the cotton candy from him.
“You know good and well I’m not good at darts.” He says with an attitude, he pushes his sleeves up and ties his hair back.
“Oh you’re so damn dramatic Eren, I would’ve been halfway through by now.” You playfully brag and he shakes his head.
“And that’s your problem, you’re always in a hurry.” He taps your nose and steps up to the table
.You watch as he focuses on the balloons in front of him before he releases one in the direction of the board.
POP!
You watch in shock as the dart pierces the balloon with ease, a smirk appears on his face and he throws the second dart.
“That’s two for two princess, better pick out which stuffed animal you want.” You playfully roll your eyes, and look at all of the options while he finishes the game up.
“Congratulations! You’re the first person all day to get all 5 in one go. You can pick from wherever you like.” The man behind the stand says.
“Well baby doll, what do you want?” He wraps an arm around your shoulder,  you point to a small dog and he looks down at you confused.
“What?” You ask, moving from under his arm to stare up at him.
“I managed to knock all five balloons out at once and you want that little ass dog? Sir, we’ll take the big teddy bear at the top. Thank you.” He looks down at you and shakes his head.
“I thought you said I got to pick?” You try to hide your smile by looking down at your phone.
“I thought I could trust you to pick.” He mumbles, he grabs the bear from the man and gives him a smile. 
He takes your hand in his and begins walking towards the parking lot. You rest your head on his arm and he smiles at how cute you are.
“Do you have any plans after I drop you off?” He knows your routine like the back of his hand, but he loves to hear you repeat it.
Get inside, run a bubble bath, pour a glass of wine or smoke (sometimes both), lotion and moisturize then watch Criminal Minds before falling asleep. 
“I feel like you know what I’m going to say.” You look up at him and he nods in agreement. 
You two arrive to his car and he opens your door for you, you chuckle and get comfortable in the passenger seat.
“You’re being overly friendly right now.” You run your fingers through his long brown hair and he leans into your hand.
“Friendly isn’t what I’d call it, but to each their own.” He teases and you roll your eyes at his statement.
“If you want to have the feelings talk, I am all ears.” You challenge him and he seems to lose his voice all of a sudden.
“Exactly, now hurry up and take me home. Those lavender bubbles are calling my name and I don’t want to keep them waiting.” You kiss his lips and he closes your door carefully.
He sighs to himself as he walks around to his side of the door. He knows you’re right, you both know the feelings are there. He’s just second guessing himself.
He pulls himself out of his deep thought and gets into the driver's side, he stuffs the teddy bear into the back seat and you laugh into your hand.
“Poor thing, he’ll be alright. Let’s get you to that bubble bath.” He puts his seatbelt on and begins the drive to your house. 
It took about 45 minutes for you to get home from the fair, you and Eren both had to pee a total of 3 times on the way.
“Alright, no more damn lemonade for a month.” You say as you walk inside the house with him.
“Yeah, luckily for us fairs are only every few months.” He sits on one of the kitchen stools and watches you shuffle around the living room.
“So you can help yourself to the kitchen and make yourself comfortable.” He stands up and walks over to you.
“You act like I’m not here three times a week.” You laugh and nod your head in return.
“I guess you are here all the time. I didn’t even notice.” You step closer to him and play with the end of his shirt.
He watches you closely and waits to see what you do next. You pull him down so your lips are by his ear and he resists the urge to gasp.
“I’m going to go upstairs and take a bath, if you come up there then I’ll take that as a yes. If not, then I know where we stand.” You take a step back before turning around in the direction of your bathroom. 
You make sure to grab a bottle of wine on your way upstairs and Eren feels his throat dry up and his pants get tighter.
“Oh my god” He puts a hand on his rapidly beating heart and lets out a nervous breath. 
Eren isn’t sure how or when, but he does make it upstairs at some point. He bites his lip at the sight of you in front of him.
You’re resting in your tub with your head resting against the back of it. Your breasts are partially covered, that is until you sit up to greet the man in front of you.
“You made it.’ You say sweetly, leaning over the side of the bathtub. Your ass peeks over the water and he immediately begins to undress.
He takes his clothes off in record time and gets into the tub directly behind you. 
“I was a little nervous you weren’t going to come up here” you tell him, you plant kisses on his neck and he leans back. 
“I’ll do anything for you baby. Anything you want.” He groans as you wrap a wet hand around his cock and stroke him slowly. 
“You’ll do anything I want baby?” You watch him fall apart in your hands and sit on his thighs. 
You smirk as his chest rises and falls with each movement of your hand. He nods his head quickly and you hold his chin with your free hand, forcing him to look at you. 
“Tell me you love me Eren” You tell him, replacing your hand with your warm cunt, not even giving him a moment to breathe. 
Eren’s eyes roll to the back of his head at the feeling of your tight pussy squeezing around him. 
“F-fuck, I love you! I love you so fucking much.” He confesses, he pulls you in by the back of your neck and presses his lips against yours. 
You melt into his arms and wrap your own arms around his neck. He rubs his hands up and down your waist and you sigh against his lips. 
His hands rub their way up your back, and make their final destination on your chest. He gently tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth and rubs over your nipples with his thumbs. 
You let out a shaky breath as he wraps his lips around your sensitive nub. As he begins to rub your other breast, he starts thrusting up into you. 
“Eren!” You cry out, immediately grabbing his shoulders as his movements pick up. 
He grins at how quickly things change. Less than five minutes ago he was falling apart in your hands and now you’re crumbling on top of him. 
“Look at my pretty girl.” He says as he pulls away from your chest. 
You moan and bounce faster as you feel that familiar warmth build up in your stomach. 
“Are you getting close baby? Fuck, I love when your pussy gets tight like this!” He holds your hips in his hands tightly and fucks into you rapidly. 
You rest your face in the crook of his neck and let out a cry of pleasure. He pulls you against his chest and plows into you. 
“Oh god, R-Ren I’m coming!” You exclaim while coming all over his cock. 
“Good girl, I’m not finished with you yet though.” He coos, wrapping a hand around your throat as you whine in overstimulation. 
“God damn I should’ve confessed sooner.” He grunts as another orgasm washes over you. 
“Eren!” You cry out, your limp body falling into his arms. 
“Yeah baby that’s it. Feels good, huh?” He teases, the hand that was on your throat sneakily trails down your abdomen and to your soaking clit. 
You bite his shoulder as he rubs slow circles on the nub to bring you to another orgasm. 
“Y-yes, feels so fucking good.” Your eyes roll to the back of your head and drool starts to fall from your lips. 
“That’s it, just like that mama, keep squeezing me just like that.” He bites his lip hard at the sight of your beautiful body on top of his. 
He swears your body is a fucking masterpiece, he’d scream it from the rooftops if he could. Eren adores every part of you, from the hair on your head, down to your pretty feet. You’re perfect in his eyes and that would never change. 
“Shit! I love you Eren, fuck I love you so so much.” You shriek as your final orgasm crashes throughout your entire body. 
Your eyes squeeze and your vision turns white as you gush all over his thighs, your tight cunt convulses around his cock and his hips lose their rhythm.
“R-ren.” You whimper as his thrust turn  into plowing. 
“ ‘m so close princess, fuck I’m gonna fill you up so good.” He pulls you in for a kiss and smashes his lips against yours. 
He grabs your ass and holds on for dear life as he pushes his cum deep inside of you. Rope after rope of hot cum fills you up to the brim as he slows the speed of his hips. 
He pulls back from your lips and leans his head back against the tub to finally catch his breath. 
“Holy shit.” He pants, rubbing a hand up and down your back. 
“You okay baby?” He looks down at you and stifles his laugh at the sight of you drifting in and out of sleep. 
You simply nod your head and wrap your arms around him tighter, letting your actions do the talking. 
“Love you so much Eren.” You whisper in his neck and he pulls you in closer. 
“I love you more”
Ari
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klausysworld · 3 months ago
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Hey, I love your writing style a lot so I wanted to ask if your open for a Joseph Morgan request?
Here’s what I had in mind:
Reader is new on set of The Originals and on one of her first days, she has to film a spicy scene with Joseph. She feels uncomfortable about doing that with a co star she has a little crush on and generally have to undress for a scene. He calms her and guides her through it, always looking out that she’s comfortable. Just a cute Joseph please and the end is very up to you :)
Thank you <3
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Joining the Originals set was a long shot for me, I hadn't actually expected to be casted and casted as a love interest was more than I had even auditioned for.
Getting to know everyone on set was a little scary but everyone was lovely, and funny, some of them (Daniel) were especially funny and Daniel and Joseph together were a right sketch.
Claire, Phoebe, Riley and Danielle had been great at helping me feel apart of the group despite coming in late.
Scenes sometimes took a few takes and a lot of time but seeing them put all together made every second worth it.
The most difficult scenes had been the more romantic scenes with Joseph. The first make out scene had been so awkward, completely my fault, and therefore every other scene seemed to make me worse.
The amount of makeup they had to put on me to hide the way my cheeks blushed was embarrassing and even then sometimes I swear I could still see it on the camera.
The embarrassment was high enough just kissing let alone stripping down to my underwear in front of a dozen cameras, costars and directors. But the most anxiety raising part of it was knowing Joseph's hands were going to be the ones pulling my shirt off, tugging my jeans down and I was going to have to do the same to him.
They have us a half an hour break right before the scene, everyone was getting a coffee or whatever but I couldn't even thing about relaxing.
I felt sweaty, I felt like he would be able to smell me and tell that I was turned on and terrified all at once.
My breathing was rushed and broken as I looked at myself in the mirror. I couldn't cry, makeup had spent hours making sure I looked flawless.
But I couldn't help it as the nerves bred fast. My fingers tapped the desk in an unkept pattern, my eyes blurring up and nose getting stuffy.
I really hadn't expected the hands on my shoulders, the soft touch rubbing along my arms both gently and firmly.
"Do you feel okay, love?" He asked and I sniffed. "Do you need me to tell them you'll be off sick?"
"No..." I mumbled, trying to blink away any tears but he had it covered when a folded square of tissue tapped under my eyes carefully. "I'm sorry, I'm just being silly." I laughed but he only frowned.
"You're scared?" He murmured, arm wrapping around my waist in the gesture of comfort that I needed.
"I don't know...I've just never had to take off any clothes for TV before you know? I haven’t-" I swallowed down my words and he pulled me to a hug.
"I understand" he nodded, rubbing my back. "I can talk to them, we can change the scene or move it."
"We can't, I have to do it and I want to do it for the viewers but it's just really hard and people are gonna look and me and say things-"
"The only things anyone will say is how beautiful you look." He interrupted, eyes boring into mine like the ocean during the night, "Nobody will want you to do this scene if you feel this uncomfortable, I promise you they'll understand."
I sniffled and shook my head. "It's gonna be good for my career, I need to" I mumble and he squeezed me a little.
"I'll be right there for you, the whole time. I'll be gentle-" He tried to reassure but I knew the directors would retake.
"Klaus is rough, the script specifically says that-" I argued
"I'm not though and I don't care what the script says, it's not like they can fire me this late. So I'll be gentle and I'll take care of you." He told me firmly and I could only nod.
I looked as though nothing had happened by the time I was back out there. Cameras rolling, zooming in on us, I could feel them. But Joseph made sure I could feel him there too, sometimes when I looked at him during a scene I just saw him as his character but in that moment I knew it was just us, no Klaus just Joseph.
So when our lips met I let it be our lips, his hands on my body and my body only. Not who I was supposed to be. When my top was lifted from my body and his eyes looked into mine I knew what he was asking. When his hands popped the button on my jeans and slid them down my legs, I knew his intentions weren't to push me just to guide me. His touch encouraged me to return the favour, plucking his clothes from his skin like feathers from a bird. Like the feathers that covered is shoulder.
My fingers touched the tattoo, stroking it softly as his hands slid up to my waist and warmed my skin. I could faintly hear the camera crew calling cut as the scene faded out of picture.
But he didn't just leave me vulnerable and alone on the set. He didn't pull his clothes back on and go off laughing with the guys.
He rubbed my arms like he had earlier and asked if I felt okay and I did. His smile reached my heart and the kiss to my cheek somehow felt more intimate than the way his tongue had pushed at my lips moments ago.
A blanket from the set was wrapped over my shoulders as he lead me away and kept talking to me, just being there for me.
He made me feel safe; comfortable.
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phoward89 · 8 months ago
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WARNING ⚠️ Coriolanus Snow is a warning in and of itself. Coryo x Big Booty!Reader, Smut, p in v, creampie, cussing, breeding kink, Dom!Coriolanus
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Coriolanus Snow has classic tastes when it comes to his life. He has a sophisticated image, so of course he wears gold rings on his hands; never silver. Full Windsor knots in his satin ties, custom 3-piece suits made with only the finest material, and fine dress shirts that have to be starched. He wears cufflinks and all of his shoes are floor shines with 3 or 4 inch heels (because Coriolanus' 6ft frame needs to be even more intimidating so he can tower over everyone that's beneath him). His taste in food is classic, but upscale as well.
And when it comes to women, well, his taste is classic when it comes to that as well. T&A does it for him.
Coriolanus Snow’s a tits and ass man. The bigger the better too. And when he started dating you, well his classic tastes were definitely filled.
You're, in his opinion, the whole package. To Coriolanus, you're so beautiful both inside and out. You have a personality that just pulls him in. You keep him engaged and on his toes with conversations. But your physical appearance is what attracted him to you in the first place. Your curves make his mouth water. Nice tits and a nice big ass, just what he likes.
And your big booty is something that he loves. Seriously, Coriolanus can't get enough of it. And watching you sitting at your vanity in nothing but a white bra and panty set, hair up in rollers while doing your makeup for the dinner he's taking you tonight as his plus one makes him grin. Your white lace edged panties cling to your big booty just right and the way your plump ass sits on your vanity bench has Coriolanus mentally swearing to have you fuck him in his favorite position tonight when you get home from the dinner the University’s hosting for the Political Science majors of the Senior Class of 14 ADD (After Dark Days).
“Are you wearing the pearl jewelry set I got you for your birthday, Peaches?” Coriolanus asks you, buttoning up his crisp white dress shirt as he stands by his dresser- which has jewelry box open with his various cuff links (including pearl ones) and his chunky gold rings in it.
“Yes, Coryo.” You nod. Lightly dabbing your blending sponge on your face, you tell your boyfriend, “I’m wearing them; thought they'd look nice with my dress.”
Your dress is a strappy white gown that's form fitting. A dress that's hanging up on the door of your side of the walkin closet.
“I thought they'd pair nicely with your dress as well, my darling.” Coriolanus remarks while grabbing his pearl cuff links from his jewelry box and putting them on. “How much longer til you're ready, Y/N?” Your boyfriend asks, walking into thw walkin closet to grab and put on his dark maroon and white stripe vest and its matching dark maroon dinner jacket.
“Not long; maybe 15-20 minutes.” You assure him as he finishes getting dressed.
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Coriolanus loves how sweet your booty looks with your clothes hugging it just right. He's always smacking it or grabbing it- a result of loving that big booty of yours. Whether it's in the privacy of his penthouse, that he moved you into, or out in public. He doesn't care, he just wants to feel your perfectly peachy ass in his hands.
But when he grabs your ass in public it's sometimes embarrassing.
Like tonight, his large hand keeps sliding south off of the small of your back to rest right on your plump ass. An ass that he loves, that he thinks looks perfect in the white dress you're wearing tonight for the formal dinner he's attending with you as his plus one. But it's not appropriate in the pre-dinner party cocktail setting, so you have to keep dragging his hand up and off your ass.
Despite standing around and talking to various people (high ranking people might you add since everyone at this dinner whether they're a professor, student, or plus one is a somebody in Capitolite high society- your own boyfriend included) Coriolanus has no shame and keeps grabbing your ass. It's very annoying. You even give him a slight side-eyed look, silently telling him to stop it. But your boyfriend has not shame; Coriolanus just gives you a loving smirk only to slide his hand back down to grab your ass again.
“You're gonna be my good lil cowgirl tonight, Peaches.” Coriolanus whispers into your ear, his baritone dark and lustful, while giving your butt a light squeeze as his friend Festus Creed along with his longtime girlfriend Persephone Price head their way over to you and your future political star boyfriend.
And you knew what he meant by his remark. He wanted you to fuck him in reverse cowgirl tonight so he can oogle and smack your ass. Oh, how his whispered promise of the night’s future events had your panties dampening.
Damn him.
Now you're stuck with wet panties all throughout tonight's long drawn out dinner. That bastard. Coryo always knows how to get to you.
And he knows the longer you're stuck in wet panties for the more desperate you'll be to fuck yourself on his cock once you get out of those panties.
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What Coriolanus loves more then anything in the world is to stare at your plump, perfect ass while you ride him reverse cowgirl when you're fucking. Yep, he loves to watch your ass jiggle as you take him deep while bouncing quickly on his cock. It's one of his favorite positions for you to fuck in.
“Fuck. Your ass is so fine, Peaches.” Coryo groans as you quickly ride him, pushing your body quickly up and down while facing the foot of the bed. You're gripping his thighs in your hands, your nails digging into the skin of his sinewy muscles, as your knees frame his hip bones. “Yea, that's it baby girl, make that big ass jiggle for your man.” The platinum blonde orders, his deep baritone thick and husky, as his icy eyes are glued to your large, sweet ass cheeks as they bounce up and down as your tight cunt quickly takes his large cock in and out, in and out at a pleasurable pace.
Looking over your shoulder at your disheveled boyfriend, you give him a sultry smile. “You never get tired of watching my big booty as I ride you, huh?”
“Oh, Peaches, I told you when we first got together that I'm a tits and ass man; that the bigger the better.” Your boyfriend smirks. Reaching a hand forward, he grabs your ass and groans, “Your ass is perfect and it's all mine.” Giving your ass a hard smack, that echoed throughout the room and mingled with the led wet sound of your pussy fucking Coryo's cock, the platinum blonde orders, “Tell me your ass belongs to me, Y/N. Say it, Peaches, or you're not cumming tonight.”
And you know he means it. If you don't tell your possessive and obsessive boyfriend what he wants to hear that he'll take over, fuck you til he cums, and will leave you high and dry. He's done it before early on on your relationship when you played stubborn and didn't summit to him. But you learned your lesson; now you summit even if you don't want to.
It's all just dirty bedroom talk, right?
Coryo doesn't actually think that your ass belongs to him, does he?
No.
No, he can't.
He can't be that possessive and obsessive towards you, can he?
No, it's just bedroom talk. Dirty talk that gets him off.
“My ass belongs to you and only you, Coryo.” You tell your boyfriend in a high pitch mewl as the tip of his cock bruises your cervix; sending shockwaves of pleasure up and down your spine.
“Goddamnit, I love your ass.” Coriolanus confesses, his tone tight and husky. Smacking your ass again, he orders, “Go on, fuck yourself fast and hard on my cock til we cum.”
Coryo didn't have to tell you twice.
You use the grip on his thighs as leverage, helping your upper body control your faster than lighting movements. Quickly, you impale yourself on your boyfriend's large cock- letting out whines and whimpers every time your special spongy spot deep inside of you gets hit just right by the large cock that's stretching your cunt open wide. Sweat rolls down your brow as mewls of pleasure escape your lips. With every move you make your pussy clenches; pushing you closer to your orgasm.
Coriolanus is loudly groaning out, “Fuck, baby.”, while watching your ass bounce up and down just right. His baby blues are blown black by lust and they're transfixed on your ass jiggling quickly. “Fuck, Peaches, I'm gonna cum soon.” Your boyfriend forewarns you of his upcoming orgasm. Grabbing your ass cheeks in each of his large hands, he uses his strength to slam you up and down his twitching cock at a punishing force.
“Coryo…I'm gonna cum.” You moan, nearly toppling over from the brute force of your boyfriend moving you to fuck his cock as if you're nothing more then his personal fuckdoll. The only reason you're not face first between your boyfriends spread eagle legs is because of the tight hold you have around his thighs- nails digging in so deeply that crimson’s trickling down the pale skin.
“Go on and cum, Peaches.” Coryo orders before groaning, “Cum so I can fill ya up with my seed; knock ya up.”
His husky words sends a jolt right to your aching cunt and suddenly you're cumming with a loud moan that's only one word: Coryo.
Coriolanus doesn't let you ride out your high gracefully. No. I stead, he slams you down even harder on his cock. His cum heavy balls begin to tighten up as he tells you, “You're gonna look so beautiful knocked up with my heir. Can't wait to see your tits and ass grow along with your belly swelling with our child.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Your boyfriend curses before shooting a thick rope of his hot seed into your womb. Your name falls from his lips as he cums.
He pushes you forward, causes your butt to jiggle in his hands. Coryo smiles, his eyes shining with lazy lust, as he watches his cum slowly leak from your clenching, tight, abused hole like perfect pearls. Pulling you up to lay next to him, Coriolanus adjusts the two of you to cuddle so that his head rests on your tits while his hand holds your ass.
The two things on you that he absolutely loves; that attracted him to ask you out- causing him to fall obsessively, possessively, and madly in love with you.
Your tits and ass.
But if you ask him what he prefers on you, Coryo will honestly answer that he loves your large ass. Without a doubt, it's your big booty that really does it for him.
After all, he did give you the nickname Peaches because of his undying love for that big booty of yours. An ass that he thinks is the sweetest peach in all of Panem.
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e-nonsense · 3 months ago
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hello girly! can i request for roses in lace if it isn't hassle for you dear!
a scenario where we end up turning the tables on him, just to get him flustered and embarrassed maybe with some suggestive jokes, freaky invitations since he keeps telepathically talking to them so thats her way of getting back at him and she just enjoys how he fumbles
hes so gorgeous i swear, got me going feral for him fr!! anyways feel free to ignore this if it doesnt interest you, have a lovely day <3
MENTALLY VULGUR
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pairing. charles xavier x fem!reader
warning. smut, oral (69, m&f), post cuba (he’s in the chair), charles being a cutie
a/n. i love love that picture of james, he looks so cute. did i write my longest smut fic for a character ppl dont read? yes
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it started innocently, little flashes of the two of you cuddling in bed together, you completely thrown over him, then he started speaking in your mind. little teasing remarks that he’d act innocently about later.
you’d decided to turn it against him.
“may i add that you look stunning in that dress”
“you should see me without it then.”
you held back the giggle when you saw him pause, you could hear his brain go blank at your innuendo before he cleared his throat, shooting you a flustered smile before pretending to have not heard anything and he went back to grading papers.
you realised since then he’d had a tendency to stay out of your head, well he wasn’t speaking in it anymore but you’d still get the little flashes of his fantasy’s with you.
“you’re a little psychic perv, Charles.” you whispered low into his ear, you’d been pushing his wheelchair along the pathway outside, taking him for his usual rounds around his land, he liked getting out of the school everyday, especially if you were the one he’d be spending that time with.
“i have no idea what you’re talking about.”
you hum softly in response, “take a look inside my head, sweetheart. you’ll find what you’re looking for.”
he can’t help his curiosity sometimes so he does, he takes a little peek inside your thoughts, his lips parting in surprise at the image at the front of your mind.
him under you, very much naked.
“oh my..” he mutters, blue eyes widening comically. he looked cute as he turned his head to look at you, before turning away just as fast, flustered.
“what’s wrong, Charles?” you practically purr, amusement dripping from your voice. “you started it.”
you hear him grumble, a whining edge to his voice. “stop teasing.”
“make me,” you reply, lifting his hand up, your chin on his shoulder as you lean down, you place two of his fingers against your temples. “c’mon, sweetheart. if you want me to stop so badly, make me.”
instead of listening he uses his mutation to make you take him back to the manor, straight to his bedroom. it’d be a struggle if you weren’t telekinetic, he smiled as you pressed several kisses against his cheek, returning the favour when you sat yourself on his lap.
he sat up, leaning back against the headboard of his bed for support, one of his hands on your hip and the other on the back of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss.
your kiss was consuming, like he was trying to possess you, to physically bind you to him so he could kiss you like this forever. his gasp made your stomach flutter, you feel his half hard on pressing against you.
he’d clearly liked the image you put in his head earlier.
your fingers tugged his jacket off, tugging his shirt off over his head, his body shivering at the cold air hitting his pale skin.
his fingers tugged at your shirt, helping you pull it off. his eyes immediately dropping to your chest, unclipping your bra and tossing it to the side.
“you’re beautiful.”
he didn’t waste a second before grabbing them, eyes darkened with desire, his fingers pinching your nipple as your hands went to his pants, undoing his zipper and button and dragging it down his legs along his his boxers.
he flushed as he sat naked in front you, hands sagging to his sides now that your boobs were out of reach, you’d heard his grumble of complaint about that.
you didn’t wait much longer before you stripped down yourself, tossing your remaining clothes into the pile with his.
charles’ eyes lit up, an idea in his head before he flashed it into your mind. no verbal communication needed, he wanted to taste you.
you helped him lie down on his back properly, before adjusting yourself on top of him. stomach to stomach, pussy hovering over his face, and his crotch in front of yours.
he dragged your hips down, so you were no longer hovering over him, your core meeting his mouth, his tongue darting out to taste you.
your hand pumped his half hard cock, spitting on it to lubricate and you felt his groan vibrating against you. your lips parted as you took the head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around him.
he could’ve sworn he could cum right then.
but he wasn’t ready to be outdone by your skilled tongue and hands. so he moved a hand up towards your pussy, his tongue flicking against your clit teasingly as his index finger prodded your hole.
dipping in when you least expected it to draw louder moans out of you when he sucked on your clit. your hips squirmed against his face, rolling against him.
he heard a gag but felt the warmth of your mouth completely enveloping him.
he fingered you as his head fell back, his middle and index fingers moving in and out of you quickly. charles had come to learn how to use his fingers more skilfully every since he’d lost the use of his legs.
not on other women of course, women no longer looked at him because of his disability. he’d learnt it for you, because you were the only woman who looked his way nowadays, not that he minded.
“charles—”
he could tell his ‘training’ had worked when you came all over his face with your cut off warning.
he licked his fingers clean off your essence before pulling your mouth off his cock. you whined in protest, met his his soft tsk in return.
“later, i wanna feel you now. don’t deny me this, sweetheart.”
your pout didn’t go away but you complied, lifting yourself up away from his face. he frowned slightly.
“i’m sorry, but i’m not going to be much use now.”
he could feel the doubt settling in his heart, what if you just realised he couldn’t give you what you want? what you need? charles wasn’t a self sufficient man anymore, he needed to be taken care of.
“that’s okay,” your answer came before he could fully believe in his doubts. you pressed a gentler kiss against his lips. “let me take care of you, charles.” you whispered softly to him, he could’ve cried right then.
but it would’ve ruined the mood, he’ll open up about that later, he thought. you’d listen, he knew you would.
he nodded. watching you line yourself up with him, charles was a good length. a satisfying length, with the perfect thickness to stretch you out and not hurt you at the same time.
you both moaned in sync as you lowered yourself onto him, sinking onto his cock until he filled you up to the hilt.
his hands moved to your thighs when you started bouncing on his cock, he adored the way you looked like this. on top of him, so pretty with the way your face contorted out of pleasure.
“you look so pretty.”
he called out to you, his hands running down your body, one of his fingers rubbing your clit in circular motions.
“that’s it sweetheart. you’re doing so well.”
charles guessed that if he couldn’t fuck you like you deserved then he’d help however he could, touching you and words.
and god did he love the way you reacted to his words. he watched you bounce on his cock, this angle did you wonders.
you looked like a goddess, the warm lighting from his lamps shining against your sweaty skin and eyes dazed yet so concentrated.
his fingers sped up their motions on your clit, running faster until your hips stuttered and you tightened around him as you came.
maybe this would work. maybe you’d love him despite everything, love him the way he does you.
the stars pale in comparison to your beauty, but he’d tell you that another time. a sweeter time when you weren’t so exhausted.
maybe when he buys you that ring if the day comes. then he’d tell you how much he adores you, for now he’ll settle for the teasing and the way you lay atop him thighs burning under his gentle touch.
for now he’ll hold you.
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