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slut4sugu · 2 years ago

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𝐄!𝟒𝟐 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐁𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

Prowler Miles x shy Fem!Black Reader

Including: aged up!characters, sweet yet flirty miles, use of nicknames/pet names: mami, ma, doll, baby, princesa, uncle Aron being funny, overprotective miles, use of Spanish

🎸: 𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐦- 𝐉𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐡 𝐟𝐭. 𝐘𝐆

FIRST WEEKS DATING

Makes sure your okay and comfortable 24/7, he might look scary but nonetheless he always makes sure your safe.

Always picks up on the 2nd ring when you call him, no matter what time of day (unless when he’s out being the prowler) he always picks up even if its just you calling because you can’t sleep.

Gives you self defense weapons, he almost laughs when he sees you holding a heavy Bo-staff making you pout slightly before he eases up on the teasing and just gives you a taser an alarm.

Tells you to not be out late at night without letting him know (so he can avoid that area)

Acts as your guard dog whenever you two go out, making sure that whenever you step into a place people know your with him

When you finally sat down with Miles’s mom and Uncle for dinner, Rio was happy to see that you spoke Spanish as well. (And of course you called her Ms.Morales)

Uncle Aron winked at Miles when he told everyone he was happy he brought home, ‘A pinky pie.’ Which made him roll his eyes, before discreetly holding your hand from under the table.

Teaches you a bit of self defense which then led to him pinning you to the wall, and your first kiss. Which was shortly ended by Aron, who interrupted the kiss to remind miles to pay up for losing a bet. (Aron said that miles was soo whipped for you that he couldn’t go a month without kissing you, which an defensive miles denies. Which started the bet that he inevitably lost)

Doesn’t tell you he’s the prowler unless you find out, besides that he waits to tell you until wayy later.

FIRST COUPLE MONTHS

Gets more comfortable with you, starts calling you his girl more openly

Becomes more soft around you: Starts pulling you into hugs randomly and kisses for no reason, kissing your knuckles when your first waking up.

Like hobie he has to be touching you in some type of way, if you both have a sleepover or he falls asleep while hanging out with you, his arm has to be around your waist/ holding your hand. He feels more comfortable knowing that your locked in his hold.

Very very very light sleeper, since yk prowler biz and all. If your trying to creep out of bed in the middle of the night forget abt it, the slightest feeling of you leaving his grasp wakes him up. And you’re met with a, “What you doin doll?”

Leaves his hoodies and shirts at your place when he’s out being the prowler, he knows you like wearing his clothes especially the smell of the expensive cologne on them, and he loves seeing you in them when he inevitably comes back to check up on you.

SPOILS TF OUTTA YOU, little did you know he was making bank in his line of work, until you started to notice the one to many expensive gifts he would buy you almost daily. Whether it be a necklace you told your boyfriend you would ‘die for’ that you magically saw on your bed the next afternoon, or some red bottoms heels that you saw in a store window.

“Ve a divertirte, princesa, y muéstrame lo que compraste cuando vuelva.” (Go have fun princess and show me what you bought when i get back)

Eventually you asked how he’s getting the money for all of these things, and thats when he sat you down and told you everything. You were shocked at first but it made sense, you told him you would always love him regardless of what he did, as long as he didn’t get too hurt. Which made him chuckle before stating, “Mami, I never get hurt. Don’t worry about me, now get ready I’m taking you out in an hour.”

He loves spending money on you mainly because you look good in anything you try on, whether it be dresses, heels, skirts, whatever it is. As soon as he sees you in it consider it sold.

4+ MONTHS

Finally says ‘I love you’

Those three little words aren’t something that miles says a lot, so when he said them to you one lazy afternoon while you were snuggled into his side, your eyes widened and you sat up to look at him. “You love me?” Humming in response, you quickly sat on his lap before wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him. Your face buried into his neck.

“I love you too amor.”

After that day, you became wifey in his head.

Though keeping his stoic demeanor you could tell he changed a little after that, being more meaningful with his kisses and hugs.

he became a little bit more overprotective in the process but you reassured him that you’d be safe and always wold tell him whenever your going somewhere.

Bought you a promise ring on your anniversary </3 (it was very nice for a promise ring, it almost looked like a wedding ring but miles said your wedding ring would be much nicer </333

He gave you a credit card with ALOT of money n it, he hardly wanted you to use your own money so you had almost 20K+ saved on your cards because of it. (Mind you he paid for ALLL of your expenses: Cars, apartment, student loan, etc.)

Uncle Aron started to realize how much miles loved you and started to give miles a little little bit more time with you. Which was greatly appreciated by the both of you.

Overall you were wifey from the start </3

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rems-writing · 8 months ago

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The rulers of Diamonds

Pairing: SeongSang × Lost Girl!reader (platonic)

Summary: After landing in Wonderland, you face the first two of eight rulers

Warning(s): Hwa in a dress lol think of the Elle Singapore dress but in red, Hwa being fucking flirty (as expected lol)

Genre: Angsty beginning but mainly fluff throughour the entire thing

Nets: @blossomnet @mirohs-aurora-society

You gulped as you stared up at the two men. Both of them had long black hair and they wore pure red clothing. They were decked out in so many jewels. From the golden crowns they wear on their head to the bracelets clad on their wrists. Millions of jewels were present but only one showed up more than the other.

That was the diamond

You groaned inwardly in frustration as you realized who these rulers were.

They were the Diamonds.

Your ass landed in Wonderland.

That was fucking great.

As you slowly got up and brushed the dirt off your shoulders, you were immediately pushed back down by a soldier. The blunt end of their spear was digging into your back and you groaned in pain.

“Bow before the Queen & Jack of Diamonds!”

You gulped as you heard the soldier bellow out those words harshly. Before you could though, you saw one of them raise their hand and flick their wrist, indicating a shooing motion. The soldier was about to protest when you saw the other man scowl at him.

“You dare disobey my brother’s orders?”

His voice, albeit the softest, was deep and commanding. An angry look was shown on the pretty man’s face as he stared down the soldier that dared defy the first man’s orders. The soldier gulped and lifted his spear from your back. He was to grab you and help you up when you heard the pretty man click his tongue.

“You’ve done enough. I don’t need you manhandling her like she’s an animal and you’re a hunter. Scram.”

The soldier nodded meekly and bowed before turning around and leaving. The man that commanded the soldier to leave knelt down to your level and extended a hand. The angry look on his face was replaced with a kind and caring expression. His eyes were a unique indigo color while the other probably had pink colored eyes. You weren’t sure. But you knew one thing.

Fate was on your side.

You thanked the man as he helped you up. You then got a good look at the two of them.

And boy were you jealous.

Handsome would be an understatement. The men before you were effortlessly pretty, especially the man who wore a long red dress that was fitted to hug his body perfectly. His almost hourglass figure was on display and you’ve never felt more gender envy than before until you saw this man.

The second man was no joke as well.

He wore an all red suit. Red dress shirt that was definitely a bit too tight to show off the muscles that had been bulging underneath, red slacks, red dress shows encrusted in blue diamonds, and a red blazer adorned with a diamond lapel pin. You gulped at the sheer size of him before clearing your throat so you could compose yourself.

“Hi. I’m so sorry for landing in your castle by mistake. I didn’t mean to trespass! I was trying to escape from Neverland and I guess I thought of this place by accident. Not that this is a horrible realm! No no! Any realm is absolutely better than Neverla-”

A soft hand, adorned with many diamond rings, held your face and a thumb caressed your cheek before pressing it against your lips, shushing you instantly. A smile came from this supposed queen and you could help but notice how pretty and prominent his nose is. You gulped in embarrassment and you felt a blush spread across your face. You probably thought you annoyed them with your rambling. You almost melted when the first man spoke.

“No need to apologize, darling. I can tell you’re a good girl.”

WHY DID HE HAVE TO PHRASE IT LIKE THAT?!

“What he means to say is… we’ve had our fair share of unexpected visitors. Most of them were bad. You’re a good one. And that’s rare.”

The softness in the second man’s deep voice was like honey. You breathed a sigh of relief as you felt the first man retract his hand. They both stared at you for a while, taking in your Lost Girl form. You looked down bashfully, unsure why you were feeling so many butterflies just from being in their presence alone.

“Come with us. We can take you to our quarters and you will have a chance to explain everything properly. Not that your rambling isn’t sufficient enough. In fact, we both think it’s cute.”

The blush worsened as you followed them to their quarters. Apparently, they shared a room. You weren’t one to judge but you figured that the queen and the jack would have separate rooms. As soon as you arrived, they both motioned for you to sit down on the bed. You sat down and the second pretty man sat with you while the first man gathered two sets of fresh clothing. One for him and one presumably for his brother. Imagine your surprise when the clothes landed in your lap.

“You can change and wash up first. We both have to take off these annoying sets of diamonds we have all around us.”

“Thank you… uh…”

“Oh! My name is Seonghwa.”

“My name is Yeosang.”

“Right… thank you, Seonghwa. And thank you, Yeosang. I’m Y/N.”

With that, you hurriedly went into the bathroom to change into the clothes Seonghwa got for you.

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It had been three hours since you landed in Wonderland and they’ve been the most relaxing three hours you’ve ever had in your entire life as a Lost Girl. You were seated in between the queen and jack, wolfing down the immense amount of food the servants brought out. You were a bit hesitant at first since you were seated in between royalty, but after two reassuring looks from both men, you scarfed down as much food as possible until your belly was full. You burped rather loudly afterwards and shyly said excuse me, only to receive melodious laughs and equally obnoxious burps from both of them.

“Would you like some dessert? They made chocolate cherry lava cake. Yeosang’s favorite.”

“I would but I’m so full! Maybe later.”

Seonghwa nodded and dug into his portion of the dessert while Yeosang was busy, or struggling, to place a bobby pin in his hair so his bangs wouldn’t be in the way. You decided to help him and used your nimble and small fingers to place the bobby pin in. As you did so, you noticed a pink splotch near the corner of his right eye.

“Is that a birthmark?”

Yeosang nodded and grinned happily when he took the first bite of the lava cake. You noticed that some of the cake got to the corners of his mouth and out of pure instinct, you wiped some of it away. Yeosang thanked you and continued eating. There were a few moments of comfortable silence before you asked Yeosang something.

“How come you’re called the Jack of Diamonds? Why not Prince?”

“As you can see, we’re in Wonderland. The inhabitants of this realm call all the princes jack. Plus, wouldn’t it sound silly if you were playing a card game and someone said prince of diamonds rather than jack?”

You nodded in agreement as Yeosang answered your question. You sipped on some wine and were deep in thought before you realized something.

Yeosang said princes.

There were multiple.

Who else was there?

“Who else rules Wonderland?”

This time, it was Seonghwa that answered the question.

“While I am the only queen, there are three other kings here. The King of Clubs, the King of Hearts, and the deadliest of them all…”

“The King of Spades.”

You turned to Yeosang as he finished Seonghwa’s sentence. You were confused as to why the atmosphere suddenly turned grim at the mere mention of the King of Spades. As if he read your mind, Yeosang continued.

“As you know, the Diamond represents wealth and royalty. The Clubs represent luck/good fortune. The Hearts represent love and the general range of human emotions. But the Spades?”

He drew in a shaky breath before continuing.

“Not only does it represent power, but the Spades represent death.”

You felt a shiver run down your spine as Yeosang spoke of the King of Spades. Sensing your fear, Seonghwa brought you into a warm hug and kissed the top of your head. Yeosang joined in on the hug too.

“It’s ok. The King of Spades is actually the kindest one out of all of us ironically. Just don’t piss him off. Or the Jack of Spades for that matter. The last time someone did, well… let’s just say they were never heard from again.”

“Yeosang!”

“Sorry…”

As they let you go, they both realized something.

“Shit! We have a meeting with all of them. Tomorrow.”

“You’re right. But who should we pick?”

They both looked down at you and raised an eyebrow in expectancy.

Oh.

They wanted you to choose.

But who could you possibly choose first?

#blossomnet #mirohsaurorasociety #ateez #ateez imagines #ateez fanfic #ateez x reader #card suits #alice in wonderland

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lyranova · 8 months ago

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Lies, Puns, and the Wishing Tree

Hiya everyone! So instead of working on requests today…I decided to be self indulgent 🤭. This oneshot mainly focuses on Next Gens with brief mentions of a couple of canon characters, and I tried my best to include as many as possible but mainly focused on a few (If you want, you’re more than welcome to say what your next gens would be doing during the star festival 🥰). I hope you all enjoy~!

OC List: Leon, Cyra, and Nora belong to @thoughtfullyrainynightmare , Noureen Heinry and Natalia belong to @kalolasfantasyworld , Dawn Dusk and Vivian belong to @loosesodamarble , Avalinia, Nymphie, and Mikhail belong to @koneko-pi Zoisite belongs to @faewraithsworld and Hikari, Hana, and Einar belong to @eme-eleff !

Word Count: 3,532

Warnings: None

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“ Oh my, don’t you look handsome,” Zera Cassia said as she looked at her eldest son, Alistar, who was currently looking at himself in a full length mirror.

“ Gotta hot date?” She asked him playfully, and watched as his face turned bright red.

“ No, I don’t have a ‘hot date’,” He told her after he cleared his throat. “ I’m going to the Star Festival with some of the others to hang out.”

“ I see,” Zera walked up to him, turned him towards her, and began to fix his shirt and Golden Dawn robes. “ I take it Hikari’s going to be there as well?”

Alistar cleared his throat and turned away as his face turned red again.

“ Of course she is, she’s part of our friend group too…” He told her softly, and his mother smirked.

“ Ah, so that’s why you’re dressing extra nice tonight, to impress Hikari.” She told him teasingly.

“ N-No!” He denied with a shake of his head. “ I wanted to dress nicely for the Star Ceremony, since it would be unbefitting for the Captain of the Golden Dawn to dress shabbily.” He told her, she nodded quickly.

“ Uh-huh, I see, I see. So this has absolutely nothing to do with Hikari?” She asked with a raised brow.

“ None at all.”

“ Then why are you wearing the Spider Lily pin she gave you for your birthday?” Zera asked curiously, and instantly Alistar’s hand shot up to try and conceal the pin.

She wasn’t supposed to see that…

As he opened his mouth to explain another voice chimed in.

“ Dear, are you trying to play matchmaker with our son and his best friend?” Alistar’s father, William Vangeance, asked as he walked into his eldest child’s room.

Zera turned towards her husband.

“ Maybe~!” She told him playfully, a bright smile working its way onto her face. “ If I was, can you really blame me? I mean; they would be soo cute together!”

“ You just want an excuse to be in-law’s with the Yami’s.” William stated matter of factly, and his wife shook her head.

“ Nu-uh, although that is a bonus now that I think about it,” She muttered in thought, making both Alistar and William sigh and shake their heads. “ But that isn’t why I want them to be together!”

“ I just…I see how happy the two of you are when you’re around each orher, how much you both care for one another, and it makes me want to see you together.” She admitted softly, her eyes moving to the floor shyly.

“ You realize that friends can be happy and care for one another like Hikari and I do, right?” Alistar asked her, and Zera looked up at him.

“ I know that! It’s just that I think you two would be much better as a couple than just friends!” She told him as she crossed her arms and pouted.

Alistar sighed, he knew his mother had the best of intentions when she was being pushy like this. All she wanted for her children was for them to be happy, healthy, and to have all the best things in the world.

He leaned down and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

“ I appreciate your concern, mother, I really do,” He told her softly as he placed his hands on her shoulders. “ But Hikari and I are just close friends and nothing more; I care about her as a friend would, not as a boyfriend would. There’s absolutely no romantic feelings between us.”

“ Really?” She asked skeptically as she leaned forward to inspect her eldest son’s face.

“ Really.” He confirmed with a nod, and Zera hummed.

“ So; if Hikari were to meet someone else tonight, fall in love with them, and start dating them, you would have absolutely no problem with that?” She asked curiously, her head tilting slightly.

Alistar suddenly felt a sharp pang in his chest at her question. This was the second time someone had asked him that, the first one being his other friend Leonidas Vermillion, who asked him something similar during one of their outings at a mixer a few weeks ago…

“ If that were to happen,” He began slowly. “ Then I would be happy for her. After all, doesn’t everyone deserve to fall in love and be happy?” He asked as his most charming smile, or his mask as he liked to call it, slipped onto his face.

As the lie left his lips, he couldn’t help but feel sick. If that were to happen, he would be devastated. He loved Hikari, and had for a long time. But he had always been too afraid to say anything to her about it; he valued her friendship, and didn’t want it to be affected negatively if something were to happen and they broke up.

So he’s kept his feelings to himself for over 12 years…

Zera’s eyes narrowed, a skeptical look in them as she studied his face. Eventually she closed her eyes and released a defeated sigh.

“ Fine, fine, you win,” She told him as she raised her hands in defeat. “ I’m going to go see if your siblings are ready.”

Zera walked away, but stopped when she stood beside William and said: “ See if you can convince him to confess to Hikari tonight!” before walking out of the room.

Alistar and William looked at each other as the room fell silent.

“ She means well.” William explained softly, and his son nodded.

“ I know.”

“ She’s just worried about you and your happiness.”

“ I know, and I appreciate it,” Alistar said with a sigh as he rubbed the back of his head. “ I just wish she wouldn’t worry so much about me; she has four other kids she should worry about too.”

“ She does worry about them,” William told him as he crossed his arms. “ But not as much as she worries about you.”

“ Because unlike my siblings I’m special and her favorite?” Alistar asked jokingly, and his father chuckled.

“ Exactly,” William replied, making his son laugh as well.

It was a well known fact that Zera, while genuinely loving all of her children, was especially partial to Alistar since the two of them had nearly died when she gave birth to him. She worried about him more, spoiled him a bit more, loved him just a bit more…

He was her favorite.

“ Do,” William began hesitantly as the room fell silent again. “ Do you really not have feelings for Hikari?”

Alistar looked at his father quietly for a moment, before nodding.

“ I don’t have feelings for her, we’re just good friends,” Alistar lied, his usual, charming smile appearing on his face.

William nodded slowly.

“ Alright, I just thought I would ask,” He said before turning around. “ I’ll let you finish getting ready.” He added as he walked out of the room, leaving his son standing there by himself.

As soon as the door clicked shur Alistar let out a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding and his hand reached up to rub the back of his head again.

This really sucked!

———

“ Alright everyone, are you ready to go?” Zera asked her children as they stood before her.

“ Yes!”

“ Now remember; have fun, be safe, and don’t do anything I would do,” She instructed them. “ And if you do, make sure to use protection!”

Her children groaned.

“ What? I’m so sorry that I don’t want any grandchildren right now!” She told them while throwing a pointed look at her second oldest child, Sebastian.

“ Why are you looking at me like that?!” He exclaimed.

“ Because out of all my children you would be the one most likely to make me a grandmother before I’m ready!” She pointed out, her blue eyes narrowing at him.

“ Do you have no faith in me?” He asked, his tone sounding hurt even though he really wasn’t.

“ None.” She replied bluntly, making the other chuckle.

“ So I know we’re supposed to wear condoms and take potions if we decide to have sex with someone,” Daisy began as she raised her hand. “ But what about if we decide to hold hands? Should we use protection then?”

The room chuckled, knowing fully well that Daisy was joking with her question.

“ Oh, in that situation you must certainly use protection,” Zera told her, playing along.

Sunni, Daisy’s twin, suddenly raised her hand.

“ What kind of protection should we use if we decide to kiss someone?” She asked, and William’s eyes instantly narrowed.

“ You’re too young to be kissing,” He told her sternly, and his gaze shifted as another hand shot up.

“ Am I allowed to kiss someone?” Mavis, the youngest, asked innocently.

William quickly shook his head.

“ No. You’re way too young to be kissing anyone!”

“ But I’m sixteen?” She pointed out, and Sunni nodded.

“ Yeah, and Daisy and I are eighteen!” Sebastain nodded.

“ Exactly, they’re all of age now, dad!” He pointed out. “ Since Clover’s majority age is fifteen Mavis could easily go out and get married without needing anyone’s permission-.”

The rest of the sentence died in Sebastian’s throat as he saw the glare his parents were giving him.

“ Anyway,” Daisy interrupted with a clap of her hands. “ We should get going before we’re late!”

“ Alright, be careful and watch out for each other!” Zera instructed her children as she gave them all a kiss on the cheek.

“ We’ll meet at the Ceremony, right?” He asked his children, and they all nodded.

“ Right!”

The Vangeance children bid their parents goodbye and left the Golden Dawn base to head to Kikka for the Star Festival.

———-

At the Star Festival

As soon as the Vangeance siblings arrived in Kikka they split up to find their respective friend groups.

Alistar walked along the stone streets, passing by various food and item stalls as he did. Usually Hikari was working at the Black Bulls food stall with her father Captain Yami, but this year he decided to give her the night off so she could hang out with her friends.

It had been a surprise, but not an unpleasant one.

As he maneuvered through the crowd and his gaze drifted to the various stalls, his mind began to wander. It was odd that Captain Yami would give Hikari the night off, and it was odd how pushy his mother was about having him confess to her…he frowned; were the two of them trying to get him and Hikari together?!

Alistar quickly shook that thought from his mind. There was no way they would be doing that; especially Captain Yami. He would rather crush Alistar’s skull with his bare hand before he would ever allow them to date; especially after what happened that night.

He shuddered as the terrible, and embarrassing memory, from a few weeks ago resurfaced. How could he ever dream of confessing to Hikari after that?!

“ Alistar! Over here!” A familiar voice that always made his heart flutter shouted, and he slowly turned to see the girl he was just thinking about standing there.

Hikari waved her hands above her head and waved him over to the picnic table she and the others were sitting at.

He smiled his usual smile and gave a small wave as he walked over to them.

“ You’re late,” Leon Vermillion said as he took a sip of his drink. Alistar sat down across from him.

“ My apologies,” He apologized, using his formal voice. “ But leaving the base with my siblings was like trying to herd a bunch of cats.”

Leon chuckled.

“ I can only imagine,” He took another sip. “ I assume your mother gave you the usual ‘protection’ speech?”

“ Always.” The pair chuckled.

“ Your mother seems very…adamant about SexEd,” Noureen Silva said as he crossed his arms. “ She should host a seminar or something.”

“ Ooh she should, and my mom could help her!” Avalinia Silva said brightly from beside him.

“ I think all of our moms would pitch in and help her!” Dawn Faust agreed.

“ But wouldn’t it be embarrassing for our moms to be teaching our friends and peers the do’s and don'ts of sex?” Zoisite Ideale asked as he leaned back in his seat.

“ Would you prefer our dads to be the ones to teach it?” Hikari asked curiously, making everyone shudder.

That would not end well if their dads were the ones to teach it…

“ By the way,” Alistar began, quickly changing the subject. “ Where are the others? I thought they’d be joining us.”

“ Cyra is on a date with Dusk,” Leon explained. “ So I thought it would be best to give them some space.”

“ Heinry and Natalia are off playing in the fun houses,” Noureen said simply. “ But I’ll be meeting up with them later.”

“ Nymphie is off doing her own thing, and Mikhail is on a date with his princess.” Avalinia told him with a giggle.

“ My siblings are all kind of scattered around the place,” Dawn said with a laugh. “ Vivian was here earlier waiting for you, but I told her you’d see her after the ceremony so she went off on an adventure with Nora and Kito.”

“ Einar and Hana are with my parents, so we’ll probably see them later!” Hikari said with a bright smile.

Alistar nodded, and the conversation between the children continued to flow with various topics being discussed; including which squad they all thought would get the most stars.

“ It’s obviously going to be the Black Bulls!” Hikari said proudly, and Noureen scoffed.

“ Didn’t your squad just lose a handful of stars due to the destruction you caused near the Heart border?” Noureen pointed out as his eyes narrowed.

“ Hey we only lost two stars because of that,” She pointed out in irritation. “ And if you think your squad’s going to rank above ours you’re delusional!”

“ I think you’re the delusional one here!”

As Alistar watched the two go back and forth in amusement, he suddenly felt someone kick him under the table. He turned to see who it was and saw Leon giving him a serious look.

He leaned forward and Alistar did the same.

“ What’s up?”

“ Are you going to confess to Hikari tonight?” Leon asked quietly, and Alistar’s eyes widened.

What was with everyone wanting him to confess to Hikari tonight?!

“ Are you and my mother in cahoots or something?” Alistar asked quietly, his blue eyes narrowing.

Leon frowned.

“ What? No,” He said in confusion. “ Why would we be in cahoots?”

“ Because you’re both asking me if I plan on confessing to Hikari tonight, and it’s really suspicious!” He told him, and Leon hummed.

“ Well, tonight does seem like the perfect time to do it,” He said to Alistar as he hummed in thought. “ Your mother and I were probably just thinking the same thing.”

Alistar sighed and shook his head before taking a sip of his drink.

“ But you didn’t answer my question,” Leon pointed out quietly. “ Are you going to confess to her or not?”

Alistar hummed in thought as his blue eyes gazed down into his cup, staring at the swirling contents as he tried to decide what to do…

“ I don’t know,” He admitted softly. “ Maybe…we’ll see how tonight goes? If everything feels right, then I will, and if it doesn’t then…I’ll wait.”

Leon nodded slowly before he set his own cup down onto the table.

“ That sounds like a good plan, but I wouldn’t wait too long,” Leon said as he gave his friend a very serious look. “ You never know when someone will come by and try to snatch her up.”

Alistar smirked a bit.

“ What? Are you planning on trying to ask her out?” He joked, and Leon’s eyes widened and his eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“ Absolutely not. I already have someone,” He told Alistar, who chuckled in response. “ Besides, even if I didn’t have someone, I still wouldn’t be that big of a jerk.”

Alistar smiled, nodded, and raised his glass.

“ Well, if it helps, I wouldn’t do that to you either.” He told him, and Leon chuckled before smiling and clanking his glass against Alistar’s.

“ Noted.”

“ What’re you two talking about?!” Hikari suddenly asked as she leaned over towards them, the boys instantly dropped their glasses and turned to her.

“ Puns!” They shouted in surprise, making Hikari blink.

“ Huh?”

“ Hey Leon; What do you call an alligator in a vest?” Alistar asked, and Leon shrugged.

“ I don’t know, what?”

“ An investigator.”

Leon burst into laughter.

“ Hey Alistar; Why did the scarecrow get an award?” Leon asked, and Alistar shook his head.

“ Why?”

“ Because he was outstanding in his field.”

Alistar burst into laughter, and Leon followed suit.

The other children at the table groaned.

“ I shouldn’t have asked!” Hikari muttered as she rested her head against the table.

Leon and Alistar looked at each other as a sigh of relief escaped them. Who would have thought making puns would save their lives?

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After the children talked for a little longer they all decided to split up and explore the Festival.

As usual Hikari and Alistar paired up together, and the two walked around and explored all the things the festival had to offer.

They played games, ate food, walked around, and chatted about all the things that had happened since they last saw each other. Everything was normal between them.

But in the back of Alistar’s mind he couldn’t stop thinking about what his mother and Leon said; they were right in saying he was running out of time to confess, and they were also right that she could meet someone new tonight and fall in love with them…

“ Come on!” Hikari’s excited voice suddenly pulled him out of his thoughts. His heart skipped a beat when she suddenly grabbed his hand and dragged him towards a tree with lanterns and papers hanging from it.

Alistar stared at the tree, was this new? He had never seen it here before…

“ It’s a wishing tree! Papa told me about it yesterday and I wanted to come check it out.” Hikari told him as she let go of his hand, making his heart sink a bit.

“ A wishing tree?” He asked in confusion. She nodded, walked over to where papers and quills were sitting and grabbed some before bringing it back to him.

“ Yeah! You write your wishes down on these pieces of paper, and then you hang them on the tree!” She explained as she handed it to him before writing her own wish down.

“ That’s it?”

“ That’s it!”

Alistar nodded slowly, and as he stared down at the piece of paper his mind began to race as he tried to think of what to wish for.

He glanced up at Hikari. A soft smile appeared on his face as he watched her brows furrow in concentration, her tongue sticking out just slightly as she wrote, and the satisfied smile that appeared on her face as she finished writing down her wish.

He looked back down at his paper, and began to write down his wish.

As he finished he followed her to the tree and hung his wish right beside her’s.

“ Aren’t we a little too old to be making wishes?” Alistar asked playfully, and Hikari pouted before giving him a slight glare.

“ You’re never too old to make wishes,” She told him. “ Uncle Asta said so.”

Alistar chuckled, and Hikari grinned.

The pair stood together quietly, their gazes on the large tree as it swayed slightly in the wind. But soon his gaze drifted over to Hikari.

As the warm light of the lanterns drifted over her features, as the wind slightly shifted her beautiful brown hair, he couldn’t help but wonder; is now the time? Should he confess now?

“ So, what did you wish for?” She suddenly asked as she turned towards him, her blue eyes shining brighter than the moon, and her smile more dazzling than the stars in the sky.

Yeah, now was the perfect time.

“ My wish…is to hold you close and never let you go…” He said softly, his face turning slightly red.

“ Huh?”

As she stared at him in surprise and confusion, Alistar could hear his heart drumming in his ears, and could feel it pounding against his chest while he waited for her answer.

But much to his surprise…she suddenly began to laugh.

“ That’s a good one! You scared me there for a second.” Hikari laughed as she slapped him repeatedly on the shoulder.

She…thought it was a joke?

As he opened his mouth to correct her she suddenly grabbed his hand again.

“ Y’know you shouldn’t make jokes like that though,” She told him mock-seriously. “ Otherwise your girlfriend might get the wrong idea!”

Alistar blinked at her as her words sunk in.

His…what?!

“ Hikari-!” He began, raising his hands and waving them quickly, he needed to clear up whatever…misunderstanding this was! But she cut him off.

“ Don’t worry I won’t say anything,” Hikari told him. “ What happens between bodyguards, stays between bodyguards.” She added before grabbing his hand again.

“ C’mon the ceremony’s about to start!”

As Hikari began to drag Alistar away from the tree he couldn’t help but wonder; why did she think he had a girlfriend, and how did his soft-confession go so wrong?!

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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

#black clover fanfiction #black clover oc #black clover next gen #oc; alistar #oc; zera #william vangeance #oc; leon #oc; noureen #oc; hikari #oc; dawn #oc; avalinia #oc; zoisite

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quinntell · 1 year ago

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Q!fit design

Ok so I haven’t been able to dray him yet so I’m just gonna describe the bitch

Physical appearance

Ok so he has a lot of scars a good amount of them of them are old and gnarled due to most of them being from 2b2t and only a couple of them are fresh. one of my many Minecraft hc’s is that the players only keep the scars if they are the cause of death and since he hasn’t died on the QSMP much he doesn’t have a lot of new scars

One of his bigger scars is from a explosion incident and the scar is on his left side(right if we drawing it) and it is on his head and ripped up some parts of his mechanical arm

Fitmc is a crocodile hybrid. I was given this idea by someone on here can holy shit I can’t get it out of my head. He has a crocodile scales on his back and sholders closer to the spine and some scales on his head and on his arms

I like to think he has funky eyes, like they are just cool looking (might change them into more crocodile-esk eyes but for now they cloudy and hazel)

(Ignore how the hands are switched and I also don’t have the energy to try and make it look like crocodile skin)

Clothes

Quesadilla island is supposed to be a tropical resort island so I am assuming it’s hot, and so fit is wearing a take top. But he had to make it himself out of an old t-shirt that he used to wear under his normal jacket (i hc that 2b2t is cold despite the lava everywhere) ma he ripped the sleeve off the shirt making it into a tank top

He wears his signature bandanna (mainly to match Ramon) but it has several stains on it (dust, dirt, oil, blood)

His pants are just some raggedy ass baggy jeans BUT he ha sewn his own extra pockets into them to where they are these weird cargo jeans and like the bandanna they have many stains on them

so I drew him with an eyepatch and at first it was just an excuse for me to not draw the other eye but…what if the eyepatch is fake and it’s actually a tech thing and that’s how he can take screenshots and such

He also has a brown satchel that has many patches on it, there are pins but the line the inside because they might get in the way and get caught on stuff and he can’t afford that

And that is all! (for now)

#Qsmp #qsmp fitmc #qsmp headcannon #fitmc #Fitmc headcannon #ronan screams.#fitmc qsmp #qsmp fit #q!fit #fitmc lore #Fitmc fanart #?

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wanderlustmagician · 1 year ago

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More Modern AU stuff because I’m too jazzed from getting off work an hour ago Anywhoozle -

Thinking about their styles? Like personal styles and their like careers/lifestyles.

Sky would be all soft hoodies worn under like a bomber style jacket (Sun totally got him that, it’s brown leather with the Hyrulian shield emblem on the back, patches on the front and sleeves of like a Loftwing, a cloud, a copy his pilot wings pin, etc). Baggy pants with lots of pockets, sweatpants, yoga pants, or anything very comfy. Combat boots. Sometimes a beanie, sometimes no. Always looks super soft and comfy, very unintimidating, and squishy. (Misnomer, Skyboi will throw down if you burn through his patience fast enough).

Sky is NOT an active pilot, but he did earn his wings. Skyloft is home to the only Military school that’s solely focused on one branch, it’s their Air Force. So by graduating from Skyloft Academy, he earned his wings. He is considering going to college for a Mechanical Engineering degree. Maybe. He hasn’t decided.

Hyrule is all things that are good to move in. Loose jeans, yoga pants, good hiking boots, loose graphic tees, windbreaker type rain coat. It’s all practical things. He likes the colors red, brown, and green for his clothes. Occasionally orange, if he’s feeling spicy. All his socks are patterned and are in general very silly.

Hyrule is a landscape photographer, but currently in a non professional capacity (to himself). He’s enrolled in online courses for Photography and Photoshop Editing, so he can better himself at his craft.

Wild is that one guy who everyone knows has a lot of clothes, who wears said clothes, but is always seen in the same outfit. He’s a cryptid and loves it. Generally seen in a blue graphic tee, brown pants, and brown hiking boots. I will not go into the contents of his closet at this time, it’s too vast. No.

That said, Wild currently works as a tour guide for the local Dueling Peaks National Park. He takes tourists to the top of the Peaks safely and back down again. He’s currently deciding between a degree of sorts (undecided) or culinary school.

Twilight is (in public) generally in some combination of work clothes. A plain t shirt with either overalls or jean work pants. Everything is stained, ripped, and patched to all hell. He doesn’t care, just rolls with it. When he knows he’s going to be going somewhere with friends, he’ll clean up nice with some good, unblemished by work jeans and a nice shirt (especially if they’re going out dancing). When at home he’s in the few comfy clothes he owns, sweatpants and loose tees, a pair of overalls that Uli gave him once that are soft and patched with cutesy patterns for aesthetic purposes (he knows she gave it to him as a gag, he doesn’t care it’s soft) and Ordon wool sweater. Things like that.

Twilight is in Veterinary school and currently works for the local farm in Hateno. So he’s usually going to school and coming home in his work clothes, doing that school and work grind. It’s not sustainable how he does it, but hell if he’ll stop yet.

Wind is graphic tees with jokes on them, layering shirts on shirts, and cargo shorts. He absolutely wears socks with sandals and crocs unapologetically. If he could wear swim trunks to school, he would.

Wind is still in middle school, so nothing really affects his sense of personal style other than maybe girls.

Four is going wear whatever is most practical for working in the smithy. Other than that PJs. Not in between unless he has to be plussed to find one. It’s very rare when it happens though. I’ll be honest, I definitely have to do more research on smithing and all that.

Time, being retired, tends to wear whatever is comfy and doesn’t require him to keep it clean. He helps out around the ranch and often just wears work jeans and plain shirts. Malon has gotten him a couple of sweaters and when the boys are around, they’ll get him some silly graphic tees.

Time is a retired Ambassador. He mainly is around the Ranch and enjoys making the “trophy husband/wife” comments about himself.

Warriors and Legend both are very into their looks and I’ve only combined them here because I’m still looking into WHAT I want them in. Like Warriors is an Ambassador, he has to look semi presentable all the time and I need to figure that style out. Legend on the other hand just likes to look good all the time but it needs to be practical. He’s a travel blogger, so he needs clothes that hold up to both his standards and what he’s putting them through.

#lu modern au #linked universe #wandering thoughts #Lu chain #currently the first four are SPEAKING to me #I’ve got so much on them #the others are a bit of a struggle

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bondew · 1 year ago

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Don’t Cry Over Spilt Milk

Chapter four.

I didn’t really want to go to this party but after Chelsea texted saying she was I started getting ready as soon as I got home. I didn’t tell my parents the news instantly, I was kind of still in awe and shaking so it wasn’t really the best time. Maybe at breakfast or something? I put on my signature outfit, some grey parachute pants that make way too much noise and a little black tank that honestly sometimes makes me feel quite insecure. I tend to try and block that all out. Well block it out of everyone’s view atleast. As I apply makeup to cover my acne and blemishes phoebe bursts through my bedroom door, she’s wearing a beautiful blue, sparkly suit and her hair is curled, I didn’t think she was one to dress up but honestly she can. Pulling my shirt down so it covers my stomach I shove on some white ankle socks and my sparkly crocs. I put on my pride pins and as she watches she starts to dig in her pocket. I turn to see what she’s doing and notice she is now adjusting an aroace flag pin on her blazer. We both smile and she jingles her car keys as we both run out.

“You wear that outfit everywhere Dew!” She laughs as she turns the key.

“Ahem it’s either this or overalls so deal with it!” We both laugh and drive off.

As I step through the front door I instantly recognise the house, it’s Harry’s. Harry Greene’s. This knot in my stomach instantly tightens and doesn’t until release Phoebe and I find Chelsea. I hold her in a hug that probably lasts more than what is socially acceptable. Finding the group we all go to find ourselves some drinks and snacks. I see a few familiar faces, Tori and her lot, some theatre kids, some of Aled’s friends too. His friends from Truham are instantly recognisable, mainly because they are the only openly gay couple in like the history of the school. I like them. I haven’t ever talked to them. I wish I could though. The knot in my stomach returns as we walk through the sweaty crouds. Despite it being quite cold out the house is so packed that everyone is all hot and sticky. Tying my hair into a little half-pony I nod to my friends that I’m going to get some air. I find myself in the observatory sitting on a lounge, there isn’t many people in here. It’s kind of the only quiet place in this giant house. Swiping up on my lock screen I frown as I see no messages. I usually expect to see some but with false expectations every time it honestly just makes me feel shit. This is a dumb thing to complain about when I literally leave anyone who messages me on read anyway.

I look up to see all the drama kids kinda crowded together in a huddle on the floor. I only recognise a few, I don’t have any friends In theatre, although it’s been my class for four years now. They hurry me over and I sit down to see a bottle.

“We’re playing truth or dare come on!” A bubbly girl butts in. She has frizzy orange hair that’s all curly. She starts off by spinning and I don’t know if someone is praying on my downfall or just by chance it’s me.

“Uh truth?” I say, starting to pick at my nails.

“Oo! Who do you like?” She sits up on her knees and now the whole circle is staring.

“Nobody..?” My voice trails off as I scan at everyone’s faces. The only one I really recognise is Kael’s, he’s the boy playing the Beast. I shrug and pull my gaze to the floor. After playing a couple rounds I insist I go.

As I try and find my way back through this maze of a house I run into Harry Greene.

Instantly covering my pride pins he steps towards me. “Enjoying the party Shaw?” He says like a drunken idiot, well he is.

“Uhm it’s fine.” I manage to come up with. Harry Greene is the definition of a “British chav”, he’s a rugby lad and consistently uses “mate” in every sentence. I try to leave the conversation, usually when he talks to me it’s just to torment, tease and even bully.

“Found any ladies to kiss yet?” He laughs to his lot.

I tower over him and cross my arms, “More than you’ve ever in your entire life.” I stand my ground but he continues, I just stand there. As he continues I notice I start to care a bit more with every word he says. In a daze of a teenage, overthinking mind he suddenly gets cleared out of view. I snap back out of a messy thought and notice he has been completely pulled to the floor. Nick Nelson, one of the two opening queer boys at Truham is staring at me, smiling. I shake my head to remember what’s going on and instantly start thanking him. Pulling my hand off my chest to wipe my damp eyes he pulls me into a hug, I honestly don’t know what is going on. All I can think about is everything Harry said. Just then and in the past. Everyday of year 8 comes back, him bullying me constantly everyday after school. Having to hide my red under eyes from my parents, crying myself to sleep, repeating everything he said to myself in the morning to remind myself I suck. I pull out of the hug and run outside. I knew it was a shit idea to continue going inside as soon as I recognised the house.

Shit.

#heartstopper #mental health #lgbtq #lgbt #lgbtq community #nick nelson #lgbtqia #harry greene #party #writing #young writer

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chippedaxe · 3 years ago

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Hello, can i pls request Karl eating the reader on the kitchen counter? Maybe use this prompt "Are you wearing my shirt"

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Title: Kitchen Counter

Warning(s): cursing, NSFW, degrading, praising, teasing, bit of biting, bl00d mention, orgasm denial, tell me if I should add any more warnings.

Pronouns: they/them, afab

Synopsis: Karl eats the reader out on the kitchen counter.

Pairing: c!Karl X Switch/sub! Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Note: unedited*

- Reader is mainly sub in this but there are some times when they try to dom.

You threw yourself out of bed and waddled to the cupboard, opening the door and scanning for any ol’ shirt to slip on. You didn’t care what clothes you put on since it’s not like you were going anywhere.

Your eyes were blurry and you were still half asleep when you put the grey shirt on, walking down the stairs without any pants and making your way down to the living room.

You heard the soft ringing of the kettle and rubbed at your eyes, smiling gently at the voice of your loved one “took you long enough to wake up!” Karl called out as he heard you stumble into the kitchen where he was boiling water.

“Good mornin’” you yawned and leaned on the bench, Karl smiled softly and looked over at you. His smile faltered for a quick second before restoring itself “oh uh- are you wearing my shirt?” The tips of Karl’s ears turned red and his cheeks grew pinker.

You glanced down at the grey shirt you were wearing, you didn’t even notice it hadn’t belonged to you! You looked back up at Karl “oh sorry, I can go change it now if it bothers you!” You spoke and just as you were about to leave, Karl grabbed you.

His hand grasped onto your arm and pulled you back to his chest, you gasped softly and quickly regained your balance “No. Leave it.” Karl muttered in your ear. You felt his hands drop to grip onto your hips, you smiled to yourself before gently removing his hands off of you.

“You’ve gotta keep an eye on the kettle, don’t want it to overflow and burn you..” you teased him as you sat on the kitchen counter and waited for him to finish what he was originally doing “why don’t you keep quiet instead of telling me what I’m supposed to be doing? I’m in charge here, not you” Karl pointed out.

“Why not? Why can’t I be in charge? I mean- I’m more powerful than you anyways” you shrugged “you can barely last one second riding me!” Karl exclaimed “and you can barely focus on one task at a time, keep an eye on that kettle” you crossed your leg over the other.

“I’ll show you who’s boss alright! After I’m done with this-“ he seemed flustered by your words, clearly he was getting pent up by your behaviour. Karl continued to watch the kettle boil, his finger tapping the counter gently as he waited patiently.

“You gonna make yourself a drink? Make me one too” you gave a sweet smile “make it yourself- or are you not capable of doing things for yourself?” Karl crossed his arms “oh, are you salty that I’m trying to dominate you?” You smirked “No- I’m not salty!” He put his hands on his hips now.

“Shut up!” Karl grumbled at you, you pouted before getting a bratty idea “Make. Me.” You exaggerated your voice to get into his head. Karl turned around and pinned your hips to the kitchen counter, his mouth latching onto the skin on your neck and starting to suck.

You let out a loud gasp, not expecting him to have let go so quickly “Y-You listen so well to instructions!” You tried to regain your hold of the situation but you knew that Karl already had you in his grasp.

Karl bit down on your neck, grazing it so that it’d show off his teeth marks. Karl smiled in delight as he admired his artwork “slide your underwear off, now” Karl demanded. You once again denied his request and told him that he’d have to do it himself. So he did.

Karl tore off the fabric, throwing it to the ground. Your eyes widened as you suddenly realised how much power he had in this very moment. Karl grabbed the bottom of your shirt and pulled it up “hold this with your mouth” he said.

You bit down on the shirt and let out a muffled moan when you felt the cold air hit your sensitive nipples. Karl stood there and stared at your body for a good couple seconds “you know.. I could just leave you like this, leave you craving me..” Karl thought out loud.

You wanted to say something in rebuttal but remembered your mouth was occupied by your shirt. Karl dropped to his knees suddenly and quickly parted your legs, head moving to rest on your soft fleshy thighs. It was as soft and cushiony as a pillow!

You looked down at the brunette boy and whimpered softly, you hated to act so submissive like this but you couldn’t help it. You bucked your hips up to try and get him to touch you where you needed him the most but he only laughed at your pathetic attempts.

He kissed the inside of your thigh gently “you know- your a whole lot better when you keep you’re not talking.. maybe I should silence you more often” Karl chuckled. You furrowed your eyebrows and made a disgruntled noise “if I stuffed your mouth with my cock then you wouldn’t complain, would you? Dirty thing..”

You whined as you felt Karl take a big bite of your thigh, teeth marks digging in deeply. Blood started to trickle down your thigh but Karl was quick to lap it up, the red liquid coating his tongue. You made a concerning whining noise which made Karl look up at you “are you okay?” You nodded in response “was that too much?” You shook your head.

Karl felt slightly guilty for making you bleed although he really enjoyed doing it and he was sure you did too as well but still. So Karl decided to stop teasing you, his hands moving to spread apart your flaps.

Your pussy clenched at the thought of him touching you “you’re so wet already, that’s quite impressive, darling..” his words felt condescending and patronising. Karl’s tongue flicked at your clit, his mouth sucking on the small bean very gently almost as if to tease you.

You moaned and rocked your hips slowly, hoping Karl wouldn’t notice. He noticed. Karl held your hips with his hands and forced you to stay glued to his face, his tongue slowly prodding at your entrance.

His tongue slid inside, the pink muscle exploring your fleshy walls. You bit down hard on the fabric inside your mouth and tried not to make any loud noises but it was really hard with how good Karl was making you feel.

You were getting so close, your legs were shaking and your hips were going numb from how hard they were being squeezed. You were feeling so good and you were about to cum but then Karl pulled away, turning his back to you and getting up to return to what he was doing.

“H-Huh??” You questioned and got off the counter “I need to keep an eye out on the kettle, remember?” He teased you “oh fuck you!” You whined “maybe later, darling” Karl grinned and blew you a kiss as he kept watching the kettle.

#mcyt requests #mcyt x reader smut #mcyt smut #dreamsmp smut #dsmp smut #dsmp x reader smut #dreamsmp x reader smut #dream smp x reader smut #dream smp smut #c!karl smut #c!karl jacobs smut #Karl jacobs smut #Karl Jacobs x reader smut

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r0-boat · 2 years ago

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Hello, it’s been a minute since I’ve sent anything to you over here, so have this. -noodle

Ingo helped you with your garden all the time! He made it as big and as spacious as you could ask for in the city like this.

You two spent so much time together in that garden, plenty beautiful flowers, herbs, vegetables, and some fruits for the Pokémon!

He especially likes just sitting out there with you, just basking in your beauty as well as the garden. Ingo’s heart bursts with joy and love helping you out there, or him cooking dinner and you bring him ingredients from your garden.

He’s truly in love with it all.

But lately it’s been hot outside, much too hot. The station is overheating and he can hardly think in his mainly black outfit.

Almost a week of this Emmet sends him home early, the poor older twin nearly passed out from the heat, and Emmet couldn’t have that.

At least home has good AC.

You didn’t greet him at the door like normal, which was expected, you usually garden while he’s gone, so that’s the first place he looked.

He felt his mouth run dry at the sight of you.

You are on your knees, messing with the tomato plants. But that’s not what caught his attention.

You aren’t wearing a bra, hell you aren’t wear a t shirt or a tank top either! Just in your favorite overalls.

His favorite too with how low they are, stopping just above of your.

But the way your skin shines with a thin layer of sweat, the way your breast spill from the sides, even the top!

The only thing he can’t see are your nipples.

Which he is sure are perked.

You look up and beam at the sight of your husband.

“Ingo! I wasn’t expecting you home so early!” You stood up and jogged over to him.

His pants instantly growing tight from the your tits bouncing, barely being held in place but the overalls. He nearly moans when you hug him, your arms thrown around his neck, pressing yourself flush against him.

He shakily wraps his arms around your waist.

“Yes, sorry dear, I messaged you saying I was, but I see you were busy.” He explained why and you let out a worried sound.

He wants to meet your eyes, he knows you’re so happy he’s home, but he can’t tear his eyes away from your chest being squished against his.

“I’m sorry about that! I would’ve had dinner started, I’ll be sure to keep my phone on me. It’s just it’s been so lately, I didn’t want it overheating out here with me.”

You pout, but fuck you’re so perfect.

You move away, and Ingo always wants to whine at the lost, but shudders when your tits fall away from the pushed position they were in, he can see just a bit of your areola, and your nipples pushing the fabric out.

He quickly wipes away drool with his glove.

“I’m so happy you’re home though, I’m almost finished up here, why don’t you go change and rest up? I’ll be in in a moment.”

“No no, I can help you.”

“Then go change! And maybe some lighter colors! I don’t want you overheating.”

Ingo was quick to leave and came right back in just a white shirt and jeans.

He’s favorite time of the day, spending time with his spouse, gardening.

Yet his mind is the furthest thing from it.

His silver eyes follow your every move, watching every jiggle and sway.

The moment he looked away there was a fit ‘snap!’

“Oh damn! And these were my favorites to work in.”

Looking over he just sees you mildly annoyed expression, and that one of your straps broke.

Leaving one tit on display.

He doesn’t know what came over him, but he finally snapped like the buckle.

Ingo pins you to the ground on your back, his mouth quickly wrapping around your exposed nipple, biting, tugging, and sucking on it.

He rips a hole just big enough in the crotch of your overalls for his cock.

Moaning when he you’re completely nude under your overalls.

“I-Ingo! Wait, slow down!-ah!”

You squeal at the feeling of being used as his cock sleeve, his free hand groping and caressing your other tit, trying to milk you like a cow.

His moans are muffled against your hot skin as he raises your hips a little, fucking up into you, slamming his blunt cock head against your sweet spot.

You try to keep your voice down, but it’s too much! He’s gonna make you cum!

You’re in your backyard! You have neighbors! Anyone could see you being used like a whore by your husband.

He squishes your breasts together and starts leaving hickies all over them.

“So good, such a good darling! Fuck! So slutty for me!”

You’re mind is going blank, all you can think about is his fat cock pounding into you.

BRO- MMM

Ingo's oral fixation goes way farther than just your cunt/dick.

He's happily sucking on your fingers, your nipples.

Liking and sucking your neck

Kissing you like whore

Sucking his own fingers after he's done pleasure you with them.

#ro.chatting #smut #ingo.thirst

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writefightandflightclub · 4 years ago

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Right behind you:(Bodyguard!Santiago “Pope” Garcia x M!Celebrity!reader)

This is my offering for this week’s #writerwednesday from @autumnleaves1991-blog, which this week is joint with @flightlessangelwings’ Jey’s Pride celebration! 🥳

The verbal prompt was: glitter and/or “I’ll always be by your side.”

The visual prompt is the photo below.

This gave me the idea for a very quickly written one shot with bodyguard!Santi and male celebrity reader! I hope you like it!

Warnings: food mentions; mentions of panic attack / hyperventilating. Mentions of sensory overload. One mention of Santi “sucking off” reader. Language. TYPOS, undoubtedly.

Rating: mature for mentions of oral sex but no explicit / actual smut.

Gender stuff: he/him pronouns / masc! terms of endearment used for reader. Implied that reader is a penis owner - no other physical descriptions besides reader wearing a suit and some make-up.

Genre: angst then mainly fluff and happiness! Hurt / comfort, I guess.

ALSO: BONUS CAMEO FROM ANOTHER OSCAR CHARACTER. Did you spot him?

You perch on the couch in your suite, taking steadying breaths and trying desperately to ward off hyperventilation as your bodyguard grips your trembling hand firmly in his. The air is quaking in and out of your lungs and you can no longer help the tears which spike in your eyes and spill over on to your cheeks.

He gives your fingers a squeeze as he crouches before you, and you can’t help the surge of guilt that this is so far outside of his job description. He’s meant to protect you, not comfort you. His work centres on your physical well-being, but you can’t count the times he’s bolstered your emotional well-being too. Then again, this is the only time he’s done so quite as blatantly in front of the rest of your staff, perhaps.

“Oh no, don’t you dare cry, sweetie,” your make-up artist - who will not be getting rehired you decide suddenly- flaps around you, attempting to fuss over you with a tissue. Her panic about her work being ruined at the worst possible moment is plain as day, and it only makes your chest constrict further.

“This isn’t helping” is the only thought blaring loudly in your mind, but you cannot for the life of you push the words out right now. You shut your eyes in an attempt to block it all out. To subdue the sensory overload.

You are thankful that your bodyguard intuits that sentiment on your behalf when you can’t, and you hear his voice is coming from a different angle now, his head whipped sharply sideward and up towards the offending MUA.

“For real? Ffff....” you close your eyes and hear Santi bite down on a curse. You’d laugh if you weren’t so preoccupied, trying desperately to focus on his voice amidst the chaotic, intersecting hubbub of the room. “Ma’am, could you please back the shit up?” He bites. Apparently he can’t stifle the cursing entirely.

Your limp hand travels along with his as he waves his arm around emphatically. “In fact. Out. Everyone out. Now. Please.”

His request slices through the nervous air in the room, his words deep and commanding and delivered with an authority that you doubt anyone would dare question. This man must be obeyed, and in the back of your mind you congratulate yourself for your decision to take a chance on hiring this moody ex-soldier with creaky knees. When he needed to he could certainly clear a room. And on top of that, he offers you a whole lot more besides.

Indeed, here he is, going above and beyond, kneeling on said creaky knees for you. Protecting you, and comforting you too.

Your eyes are still closed as the room gradually quietens, until it is so still you could hear a pin drop. Until you can hear the steady rise and fall of Santi’s breath. Until you can hear the delicate wet noise of his lips parting so his tongue can skim his lips. You can hear him swallow.

As you hear the sound of the final remaining person shuffle out, and the door gently click closed behind them, you are finally able to peel open your eyes. You are able finally able to release your bottom lip from the grip of your teeth, an indent having formed where you have bitten down so hard you have threatened to draw blood.

Santi is as still as death as he waits, and as soon as he hears that final click, he is moving. Only then, does he allow his (thin) veneer of professionalism to collapse. He allows the flats of his palms to snake up your thighs, rubbing reassuring shapes into you, and you feel the familiar heat and press of of him through the luxe fabric of your suit trousers.

“Look at me, cariño,” he soothes, in a deep, fond tone, entirely different to those bitten off commands reserved for the rest of your entourage. “It’s just you and me now. Look at me, baby.”

You do. You look into his big brown eyes and you and he could be the only two people in the world, never mind the room. You sniff, and you fumble away a stray tear before settling your palms on top of his.

You slow your breathing and Santi flashes you a small, proud smile. “That’s it, honey. Nice and slow. Just like that.”

Then, he flinches, his head leaning to the side as though he could physically retreat from whatever angry voice is no doubt blaring into his ear. Then, he makes a point of taking the earpiece out altogether, letting it hang over the collar of his white shirt.

He tugs in a huge exhale too, letting go of the tension he held in his body through his concern for you, although his eyes slit flit around your face in residual concern.

“They’ll be mad you did that,” you warn, with a nod to his earpiece.

“Whatever. It’s not my job to get you to the red carpet on time. It’s my job to look after you.”

“Your job? Hmm? That all I am to you?”

He flashes you a lopsided smile as you tease him. “I’m a lucky man. My job happens to be a thing I love doing outside of work too.” You lift your palm to his face, the familiar texture of his stubble beneath your fingers. “Now, honey. No rush. But do you wanna tell me what’s going on?”

You look away from him then as you realise he won’t let you distract him enough to avoid the true issue at hand, but his hands are still languidly smoothing your thighs, and you know he won’t make you do anything you don’t want to before you’re ready. He might dole out some tough love, eventually, but not until he is sure that you can take it. He lets you fumble until you find the words. “It’s... even the thought of it, Santi. This is the biggest thing I’ve ever done. All those cameras. All those eyes on me, I...”

Santi shushes you, as he hears the resurgent panic creep into your voice, even as your fingertips idly trace over his handsome features, a self-soothing unconscious thing, as he continues to kneel before you.

But while you may be panicked, he’s smiling. Looking up at you earnestly. “You deserve all those eyes on you, hermoso.” You don’t mind at all that when his voice comes out now it’s both fond and a just a little dirty as his own, very attentive eyes sweep over you.

“I don’t know...” You nibble on your lip again.

“Baby. You deserve this night. You’ve worked so hard for this. You’re so talented. And holy shit. You look so fucking hot in this suit I can barely function.” You let out a small, tentative laugh, which Santi seems pleased by, his own eyes creasing at the corners in return. “Besides,” he continues, tone more earnest now, his thick brows raised as he hammers his point home. “I’ll be right there. Just a few steps behind you, okay, mi Principe?”

You take one more deep breath, expelling it slowly and steadily through the “o” of your mouth, and Santi can’t resist your pursed lips a moment longer. Yet, for all his comments about how hot you are, his kiss is not as devouring as you might expect. It is a soft, tender thing, barely skimming your lips, and yet even so it appears to inspire a reverent heat in him, his eyelashes fanned on his cheek as his eyes remain closed a moment longer. As he expels a gust of disbelieving air at how you make him feel from this alone.

“Or,” he proposes, his voice breathy. “We could sack this whole thing off? We could order chilli cheese fries to the room and I can suck you off until you can’t think straight?”

You kiss him again, this time giving him just a hint of tongue, even as you laugh musically into his open, increasingly eager mouth.

“Appealing as that sounds, my love, I probably shouldn’t miss this...” you nod your head towards the door “...lil thing.”

“Yeah. Probably.” Santi concedes with a fond, lopsided smile, his eyes flashing with adoration, until he reluctantly schools himself back to something resembling professionalism. He gives you a few moments to gather yourself, and for his... eagerness to subside, before asking “You ready?”.

You nod. “Ready as I’m gonna get.”

“There he is. That’s my man.” Santi gives your thighs one more squeeze before he stands, and you swear you hear his poor knees creak; and then, he is replacing his ear piece, his face becoming all business as he presses two fingers to his ear. “Kolpakov? We’re ready to move out. Everyone in position?”

He awaits the response before turning back to you, practically gasping as he sees you stood there in all your glory for the first time. His eyes sweep up and down the length of you. He shakes his head incredulously, switching his mic off for a moment more. “Fuck me. You look like a fucking dream.”

“Not so bad yourself,” you respond in a loving, flirtatious tone, dancing your fingertips across his chest as you sweep past him towards the doorway and he turns with you as if in your thrall.

As you prepare, taking another deep breath and gripping the handle, Santi reaches for your arm, delaying you for just another moment. “Santi,” you laugh. “We can do the chilli cheese fries later, I promise.”

But that’s not quite what he has in mind. He looks at you intensely, and he cups your face in his broad palm. “Don’t forget. You deserve those eyes on you. But if you get overwhelmed, know that my eyes are on you. Wherever you go, I’ll be right behind you.”

The sentiment and sincerity with which he says this makes your mouth fall open in shock. Makes your chest constrict with happiness rather than nerves - but you aren’t afforded the opportunity to respond. In the next moments, the door is flung open, and your entourage is flooding you, barking directions and whisking you down the staircase and out on to the red carpet.

You are pulled away from Santi, and you don’t get to be near him again, besides a quick, surreptitious whisper into the shell of your ear as he follows you out the door “we need to talk about your ass in these pants because holy shit” - but that is all you can steal.

True to his word though, wherever you go he is right behind you. He is there with a firm arm to form a protective wall should a photographer come too close, or a fan get too handsy over a barrier. He is standing, stern and formidable to your rear as you provide sound bites to the tv stations forming a line up to the venue (and, trying very hard not to ogle your ass in these pants, probably).

He’s right behind you, designed to fade into the background in every sense. For all his charisma, he’s good at it. Not drawing attention. Even his suit is designed to be non-descript.

But... that’s not where he should be, you realise.

And, when you are almost at the end of the carpet, you stop in your tracks. You hesitate, and you turn around, your gaze instantly finding him in the crowd. He looks concerned, alarmed, as though you may have gotten the jitters again and like you might be about to do a runner.

But that’s not it. That’s not it at all.

In fact, you are more calm and sure than you have been all evening, looking at his befuddled, deer in headlights expression as all the attention suddenly falls on him. He has some big talk and a tough exterior, but the centre of him is soft, and you love that about him.

And so, a cautious smile blooms on your face as you settle firmly on your plan of action, and you walk determinedly in the “wrong” direction, going against the stream of attendees and making a beeline for your love, as he, for once -your man of action- stands frozen in confusion.

Then, when you arrive at him you stop, placing both your hands flat on the lapels of his suit, smoothing them down.

“What are you-?” he begins to ask, but you cut him off.

“Santi, my love. This is ridiculous. I don’t want you behind me. I want you by my side. Where you should be. So, fuck it. Will you do me the honour of accompanying me to this premiere?”

He answers with a smile. With sparkling eyes. With his arms flung around your waist. With the press of his curved lips against yours, and a slip of his supple tongue. “Baby. I’ll always be by your side.” His hands slip a little lower. “Or - you know - sometimes right behind you.” He winks at you. God, you adore this idiot.

So, you wrap your arms around him, guffawing fondly into his neck before kissing him again, more deeply, not caring who’s watching. Your face splits with a beaming smile as you break from the embrace and link your arm into his, proceeding to walk up the carpet again: together this time.

“Fuck me though, honey,” Santi leans over to confide in you as he straightens up his tie, as if suddenly noticing the photographers for the first time now that they are noticing him. “You could have warned me you were going to french me on the red carpet, I would have put on a better suit.”

You laugh warmly as he continues to babble, and you reassure him that he looks perfect.

You know he’s doing his best to mask it, but he’s the nervous one now - you can tell. “Don’t worry, handsome,” you reassure. “Just you and me, remember?”

No-one else in the world.

“Jesus. How do you do this?” he asks, balking at all of the camera flashes going off in his face, his voice choked.

Luckily, Kolpakov - his second in command- figures out what’s happening and takes the cue to intervene, shifting the line back just a little to give the two of you some space. A good job too as you see beads of sweat forming on your love’s brow.

“How do I do this?” you ponder. “Well, I always have you to protect me, right?” You squeeze his arm tenderly. “And I’ll protect you now, my darling.”

This- having him by your side? You have no doubt that this feels right. It is where he has been all along, albeit only in the shadows. In private moments. But tonight, as he encouraged you into the spotlight, you realised how little you cared for hiding. You need him with you.

“Jesus,” Santi chuckles, looking around and trying to take everything in. “The boys are gonna have a fucking field day with this one. I didn’t even tell them we were dating.”

“What the hell, Garcia?!” you chide fondly, mouth open in a shocked “o”, before beginning to chatter and banter away with him as you easily fall into step together. Distracting him from his nerves like he always does for you.

With Santi by your side, you no longer care about all of the other eyes on you. All of the camera flashes. The crowds. Those watching at home.

You’re proud of your achievements. You’re proud of your relationship. And besides, the only eyes on you which you pay any heed to are his. Santiago’s gorgeous brown eyes, which, right now, shine with nothing but pride.

Yours shine right back.

You think he is the one who deserves all eyes on him, tonight.

#santiago pope garcia x reader #writer wednesday #Oscar Isaac #triple frontier #santiago pope garcia #male reader #m!reader #mlm

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okaywa · 4 years ago

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I love your works omg! 🥺 could I request hcs for oikawa , Kuroo and bokuto where their s/o just finished a bunch of school work and they “reward” them 😳 if you get what i’m saying 😂 (smut is all I ask for basically 😳) thank you! ❤️❤️

ddHahah my classes just started so here we gooo

... wish I had a haikyuu man to reward me lmao

NSFW BENEATH THE CUT

Oikawa

is first of all one of the neediest boys even though he acts indifferent sometimes (mainly when he’s stressed about volleyball)

but even though everyone says he only cares about volleyball he is actually so attentive and in tune with you

he’s an amazing boyfriend and you can pry that out of my cold dead fingers

so of course he sees how hard you've been working and is so proud of you for powering through your massive workload

bc sometimes its easier to get overwhelmed and lost in it

(this is unnecessary to the request but y’all met in Argentina while you’re studying abroad and he’s playing in the San Juan club)

But he’s barely seen you all week :(( stupid exams so he let himself into your apartment after practice to find you passed out in your bed, backpack tossed against the wall

He smiles softly at the sight, he can't help it, you're just so cute. You're hugging one of your pillows while wearing a sweatshirt of his that he’d left here (on purpose but you didn't have to know that.) He crawls up the bed, careful not to bounce the mattress and leans over you, pressing featherlight kisses against your cheeks and lips. He can tell you're starting to wake up by your little twitches and the scrunch of your eyebrows.

“Mm, Tooru, when did you get here,” you slur sleepily, shoving aside the pillow to wrap your arms around him instead.

“Just now, sweetheart,” he murmurs, not letting up on his kisses until you purse your lips for him.

He kisses you languidly, like the slow build up of the morning tide just a few miles away, until he’s got you pinned to the mattress. His hips grind down on yours, soft gasps shared between the two of you when his tip hits your clit just right. You're still sleepy, despite the sudden arousal that sends sparks through your tummy, so he keeps it relaxed. He captures your lips again, the rutting of his cock against your damp panties steady as to cause a quick buildup of heat in your core.

“So proud of you, sweet thing,” he sighs into your ear. “Hnn- ah.. you work so hard..”

“Tooru,” you whine, now moving in time with his slow thrusts.

“Shh-shh, let me take care of you,” he smiles down at you gently, rolling his hips at a new angle so his tip nudges your clit each time.

You nod weakly, lips parting for his tongue as he guides you to completion. His hips lose their rhythm once you stiffen beneath him, whining as your orgasm finally crests and spreads through your core. Oikawa grunts above you, dropping his forehead against your clavicle while his cock throbs against your ruined panties and he spills into his pants.

“Love you,” you pant against his hairline.

“Love you too,” his lips press warmly against your throat.

Kuroo

probably has just as much work as you but hes clingy so he insists that y'all study together even though your majors are totally different and you're not much help to each other

He’s the type to shove your papers out of your lap so he can lay his head there, or he just puts his head right on top of them

just constantly in the way but you love him so its kinda cute

also I think Kuroo is one of those ppl who barely takes notes, is on his phone the entire lecture, and only studies the night before and somehow still has a 4.0, I hate him (sike)

that or he’s so studious he keeps track of your due dates as well

Yall come back to your shared apartment exhausted but pleased exams are over

“Mm, just one more semester and we graduate,” Kuroo sighs, wrapping you in a tight hug so he can rest his chin on the top of your head. “How do you think you did?”

You laugh into his chest, squeezing your arms around his waist. “I feel good about them, actually.”

Kuroo smiles proudly, ruffling your hair before grabbing your chin to pull you into a kiss. You smile against his lips, humming when his fingers start to play with the hem of your shirt mischievously.

“Tetsuuu,” you whine when he tugs insistently. “We just got home...”

“I knowww,” he mimics, slowly walking you backwards until your knees hit the back of the couch. “But I want to show my pretty girl how proud I am of her for getting through these exams.”

Your stomach flutters at the low, sultry drop of his voice. He nips at your ear teasingly before pushing you to sit.

“As soon as I saw you put this little skirt on this morning,” Kuroo grins, dropping to his knees in front of you. “I’ve been thinking about how much I’d like I hide my head under here and...”

His fingers tease the damp cloth of your panties lightly. “Devour you.”

You whimper as he looks up at you through his lashes, fingers stroking your covered folds more firmly. He cocks his head curiously until you nod desperately, parting your thighs eagerly for him. His smirk widens once he lays his eyes on your ruined panties and he wastes no time pulling them down your legs and shoving them in his pocket.

Grabbing your thighs, he pulls your butt to the edge of the cushion and drops your calves over his shoulders. He immediately draws his tongue through your soaked folds to tickle at your clit. He moans throatily, murmuring about how delicious you taste before burying his face between your thighs.

“Haaah- ah! Testu!”

Kuroo’s tongue immediately licks inside of you, his nose pressed firmly to your clit. Gasping at his fervor, you grasp at his hair, knowing how much he enjoyed having you pull it. His eyes immediately fluttered open, heavily lidded and foggy with lust. Winking up at you, he curls his tongue just right and groans when your thighs lock around his neck. He shakes his head slightly to give your clit just enough stimulation to have you hurdling to a quick orgasm.

He licks up your slick eagerly, determined to catch every drop but is cut short when you writhe away from the intense overstimulation. He laughs softly, climbing up the couch to smash his lips to yours, shoving his tongue into your mouth so you could taste yourself.

“Mm, let’s go to the bedroom,” he rumbles, nibbling at your bottom lip.

Bokuto

He is so damn proud of you it’s adorable

He’s been gushing for the past week and a half to his teammates about how smart his girlfriend is

He’s a little bummed you haven't been able to pay attention to him but he understands and is happy to just watch you study

So when you finally get home from your last exam he pounces on you

Scoops you up and brings you to the bedroom immediately

“Kou!” You laugh into the crook of his neck, squeaking when he suddenly drops you on the bed.

“I've missed you so much,” Bokuto clambers on top of you. “Been driving me crazy with how busy you’ve been.”

“I know, handsome,” you frown sympathetically, bushing your fingers through his wild hair.

“I’m so proud of you though,” he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. “Fuck, you're so smart. Pretty sure Atsumu was ready to throw a ball at my head because I wouldn’t shut up about you.”

He settles on top of you, kissing a wet trail up to your jaw. Your hands are gliding up his back muscles and grabbing at his broad shoulders.

“Kou... I need you to-” you're cut off by his lips on yours.

“I know, baby, I got you,” his rough hands shove your pants down so you can kick them off. “How about I make you cum for each of your exams, hm? I think that’s a good reward for all your hard work.”

“Please,” you whimper, needing him to release all of the stress that had built up.

“How many was it, baby?” He asks while pulling his shirt over his head.

“Six,” you take in his toned chest and defined abs hungrily.

“Six orgasms it is,” he grins, pulling your own shirt off.

Within seconds he’s knuckles deep inside you, groaning about how ready you always are for him. He pumps and curls his fingers perfectly, thumbing at your clit until you’re cumming all over his hand.

His cock is always a delicious mix of a burning stretch and a sensation of fullness. Bokuto’s cock was thick and long, his head dragging along your g-spot with each of his rolling thrusts. Your walls suck him in greedily, clenching so tightly that he’s whining against your lips.

“So wound up, aren't you?” He pants. “Need me to take the edge off, huh?”

You already have tears in your eyes as you nod, crying out when his fingers find your clit. He ruts his cock into you roughly, gritting out praises until you arch underneath him and cum for a second time. He stops completely, kissing your cheeks gently while you recover.

“Kou...” your eyebrows draw together. “You didn't...?” “Four more times,” he grins, and slowly starts thrusting again.

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kavikaslana · 3 years ago

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Can I please request for LoV content though this time the reader isn’t anyone’s s/o per say, just like everyone’s mama in a sense, always being the one who care for them and give them love, big spooning, cuddle, help them with various stuff. And because they are ‘LoV mama’ they are quiet dominant and everyone listens to them and respect them. Can I get headcannons for LoV interactions with her? And if possible for another post a sequel of how they will react when they found out that she has a lover who basically babies her and she likes it too. How will they react? Will they treat her differently? Jealous? Thank you so much!!!!! 💕💕💕💕

Awwwww 🥺 just let me know if you want me to tag you whenever I do the other post ❤️ it got really laggy before I could add more so… :’)

Just some small stuff, I’ll do like one shots and the other thing in another post or two if you want me to tag you or somethin lol

Part 2

Kurogiri

Lemme tell you right now, he is absolutely relieved because now he’s got someone else to “babysit” the league

He finally feels comfortable enough to have a day just to himself

^ He’s just happy he doesn’t have to constantly worry about Dabi burning down their base, or Shigaraki turning Toga to dust

He’s kind of like a kid in a way

^ Like he’s looking for praise in a way, but not really

Encourage him when he’s doing a good job

Let him vent when a certain brat pisses him off

And PLEASE help him discipline said brat

^ He will literally beg you, just do it please

He definitely appreciates you the most out of everyone

He likes getting a pat on the back when he’s doing a good job, or even just having a drink with you when “handjob” is finally asleep I had to I’m sorry I love that nickname so much

You’ve got either really insulting nicknames or really sweet ones for everyone in the league, but you guys only use them when it’s just you two

You guys randomly get Magne pride stuff, like the transgender flag or those pins you find everywhere during pride month

^ Sometimes Toga too

^ And you if you’re part of it, but he goes without you if it’s for you, because then it wouldn’t be a surprise

He likes head pats but that’s all he’s comfortable with

Shigaraki

Ok, he’s definitely a bitch to you too

^ at first at least

In general, he didn’t really like people and his tolerance for everyone was pretty low for a long time

The only people he interacted with were the same few people, and they basically spoiled and groomed him, so it takes him the longest to warm up to you

He doesn’t like being told no, so expect him to act like a toddler when you tell him he can’t do something

He does kind of like having another decent parental figure even though in his head afo’s a good dad

He might invite you to go with him to GameStop or something like that

^ Or maybe just to grab a quick snack from a ramen shop or something along the lines of that

He’s somewhere between a moody teenager and a four year old, just remember that

Please don’t get mad at him, he feels bad after an hour or two

^ Kurogiri has to make him apologize for whatever he did though because he’s too stubborn to do it himself

He lets you pick out one of his good controllers and headsets so you can play with him in your own room, or with him, he doesn’t mind

Once he’s fully comfortable with you, he’s clingy as hell

Always asks for hugs or head scratches, most likely both

He tries his best not to snap at you like he does with everyone else, and he probably has the most patience with you

He doesn’t really cuddle with you since it’d be a little weird if you guys aren’t dating, but he does hug you from behind every once in a while

Likes to be close to you in general

He likes when you take care of his scars and wounds for him, or when you get him to stop scratching his neck

^ Cause it shows you care, and he doesn’t really think anyone really does except for Kurogiri and AFO

Probably the touchiest one

Expect to be giving him some form of attention every second, whether it’s talking to him or just holding his wrist

Probably the one that enforces your rules honestly (if you have any)

Basically he’s a simp, but like the platonic kind of simp

Dabi

Dabi’s a bit like Shigaraki

It does take him a bit to open up, but only about half the amount of time it takes Shigaraki to

He does feel bad when you get mad, and it takes him about the same amount of time to feel guilty

He definitely invites you to go places with him, but it’s usually a bar or a good spot to commit arson

He’s basically a moody teenager, that’s it, so he’s at least manageable

Sometimes he goes with you to get snacks or drinks (soft drinks basically), but if he does, expect to be the one paying

Might give you a cigarette every once in a while if you smoke, and he always offers to light it for you

He definitely likes to vent to you about his day, or how Shigaraki’s been bugging him more than usual

^ It’s mainly because you’re the only one that listens though mainly

^ He still appreciates it though, don’t get it wrong

One of his favorite pastimes is to walk around the city at night with you and maybe Kurogiri

He’s not very touchy in general, so don’t expect anything more than a pat on the back

Sometimes though, if you want a hug or something he’ll let you get one from him

He’s still not touchy at all, so don’t ask for very much

^ Lemme put it this way, expect more from pretty much everyone else except him

Spinner

He always runs to you about Dabi picking on him for his quirk when Kurogiri’s not around

Sometimes he asks you to play a game with him, but not very often

^ Even Shigaraki probably asks more than Spinner does

He’s pretty quiet with you most of the time, and he won’t usually talk to you unless you start a conversation

^ Basically he only talks to you when he needs to

He’s not exactly the kind of guy that’ll go out for food with you since his quirk makes him pretty easy to spot, but he does offer to help cook every once in a while

He likes to show you his collection of knockoff stain clothing

He has made efforts to try to get to know you more, but he’s a little shy

Get him Stain merch and you’ll automatically be his favorite out of everyone in the league

^ Shigaraki might kill you though, just a heads up

Don’t touch him unless you’re treating his wounds, he’s worse than Dabi is

Magne

She loves going out with you and Toga

^ Could be for food, or maybe clothes shopping, hell, even just a walk

^ She just likes spending time with you, but yes, it is preferred if Toga and Twice could come along

She’s gotta be the sweetest person out of the whole league

She’s probably called you her sibling a few times just so you know her opinion on you

You’ve got at least a few matching shirts and jackets with her and Toga

She probably offers to help you around the base more than anyone (except kurogiri)

You’re definitely in the top 3 favorites

She likes to do skincare routines with Toga, Twice, and you

Definitely paints her nails and asks you how it looks first

She’s totally onboard with you sitting in her lap, but it’s just for hugs, don’t get it mixed up

She’s probably one of the touchiest people out of the league

^ Not nearly as much as Shig, but she’s probably third

Toga

You’re a sibling too, 100%

She asks you to sharpen and clean her knives daily, but she always repays the favor by helping you cook or by cleaning 2-3 rooms

She’s given you one of her favorite knives to keep for your birthday, or just any special event of yours

She always asks you to put her hair up for her, and if your hair is long enough, she asks if she can do your hair

She’s really picky about anything she gets you, and she always pays attention to the smallest details in everything she gives you

She’s given you quite a lot of jewelry she stole from corpses, whether you wear it or not

^ You can sell it too, and she’s fine with it, just tell her thank you first though

She always wants to watch you cook and she’s even tried to make your favorite food once or twice with Kurogiri and Magne

She asks you to paint her nails for her, even if you’re not good at it, since one hand always turns out better than the other

Face masks and cleansers are a must, she prefers if you do more skincare stuff with her, but that’s the bare minimum

Definitely has a picture of you, Magne, her, and Twice as the wallpaper on her phone

She’s somewhat touchy, she’s all for hugs and maybe hand holding every once in a while

^ That’s it though

Twice

He likes to smoke with you (if you do)

^ If you don’t, he still likes to talk to you when he does

He’s really interested in your hobbies and what you like to do

He’s comfortable with taking off his mask fully when it’s just you two and no one else

He thinks your laugh is cute in the same way a puppy’s cute

He likes being cared for by you, and you’re always going to be in his top 3

His all-time favorite thing about you is just the simple fact that you accept him for who he is, flaws and all

He comes to you for head pats at least four times a day, and he likes holding your hand because it makes him feel safe and secure

He loves how gentle you are with him, and how you try your best to understand him

^ He does feel extremely bad when he involuntarily insults you

^ Tell him you know he didn’t mean it and that you still like him please

He loves cuddles, but only when he’s tired

^ It’s usually just him laying his head on your shoulder though

Again, having you around in general makes him feel safe

So after a long day of fighting heroes, he just wants to sit with you until he falls asleep

Compress

He basically the only other person besides Kurogiri that doesn’t have the mindset of a 15 year old or younger

It’s nice that he’s got someone other than Kurogiri to talk to now

He offers to help with chores the most

Likes to entertain you with magic tricks, and he always shows you his newest tricks first

^ Please tell him he did a good job and that it was convincing

He knows a good deal about you, like your favorite food and your favorite spot in the city

Sometimes he goes on walks with you when the tension after a mission dies down

He takes you out for food once or twice a week, and for a snack run every other week

^ He always gets a lot of stuff though, so it’s ok

He’s always the first to notice anything about you, like a new haircut or a new shirt

^ He’s always the first to compliment you on it too

On a scale of 1-10, he’s probably a 3 as far as being touchy goes

He appreciates praise and maybe pats on the back, but he doesn’t really care much about themselves

He doesn’t really actively seek your attention like Shigaraki does, but he doesn’t complain when he gets it

#tomura shigaraki #shigaraki #kurogiri #mr compress #league of villains #himiko toga #twice mha #jin bubaigawara #magne bnha #spinner bnha

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softyoongiionly · 5 years ago

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Jungkook is an amazing lover.

He’s always so gentle, so restrained...so attentive.

But, you find yourself wondering if he wants you as much as you want him.

Tonight, he decides to address your curiosity.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: smut, swearing, JUNGKOOK!!! (can he leave my brain alone plz? Like deadass I miss Yoongi.)

A/N: Hi, I’m back with another episode of JEON JUNGKOOK CAN NOT AND WILL NOT LET ME LIVE SO, HERE IS ANOTHER PIECE OF FILTH. anywaysss I love you, if you liked it, please let me know :D

Happy Valentines Day >:)

Here’s the thing.

Sex with Jungkook is top notch.

It’s good shit.

Crème de la crème.

Jungkook is probably the sweetest boyfriend in the observable universe.

He’s so attentive and, considerate both in and out of the bedroom.

He kisses you like you’re the only person in the world.

Like you’re the only person in the universe…

Sex often happens organically but, there are times when the two of you have to plan a night alone together due to your busy schedules.

And listen!

Sex with Jungkook is amazing, as you’ve mentioned but, you do have lingering concerns at the back of your mind.

#1 Jungkook always lets you cum first. You have a sneaking suspicion that the he might be a robot because, he can literally hold off his orgasm forever. Which is fine! But, there are nights when you want to watch him fall apart and enjoy himself but, it always seems like he’s holding back for your benefit.

#2 He never talks about sex. It’s like the two of you will go at it and, it will be great but, afterwards it’s as if it never even happened. He holds you close to him afterwards and, presses little kisses to your forehead. Which is wonderful! But, sometimes you wish you felt a little sexier… sometimes you don’t feel like you turn him on in every day life.

But, that could be your insecurities talking…

#3 Jungkook’s made you cum so hard, you literally cried. Like actual tears. You still think about that night sometimes…

Or all the time.

Jungkook had planned a surprise party for you for your birthday and, after everyone had left (or passed out in the living room) Jungkook took you into the bedroom and, ate you out until you were (literally) crying. But you don’t think you’ve ever given him that kind of pleasure before. He always finishes when he’s with you so, it must be enjoyable for him but, like you said. He’s so collected about sex, sometimes you wish you were able to make him feel the way he makes you feel.

Needless to say, these concerns have been eating at you for some time and, right now might not be the best time to bring them up due to the fact that the two of you are just chilling in bed together but, you can’t help yourself anymore.

“Babe?” You murmur against his chest, tilting your head to glance up towards him.

His arm is around you as it has been for the last hour or so and, at the sound of your voice he pats your hip, “Hm?”

But he doesn’t look at you; his eyes are trained on the television screen.

“Can I ask you something?”

Immediately, he grabs the remote from the nightstand and pauses the movie, “Yeah of course. Is everything ok?”

Your teeth find the inside of your lower lip, nibbling on it nervously, “Yeah yeah, it’s kind of silly honestly but, it’s been on my mind for a little bit and um-“

Jungkook’s brow furrows with concern, “You can ask me whatever you want, are you sure you’re ok though?”

You sit up then, “Yeah I’m ok, I just-“ Cutting yourself off again, you start to wish you would have waited to bring this up a different time but, you couldn’t wait any longer, “Is there anything I don’t know about you?”

He tilts his head, thinking for a moment “I don’t know think so? I mean, there might be a few things but, they aren’t important enough to think of right now. Why?”

His tone is gentle but, you can sense the confusion.

You aren’t asking him what you really want to ask him…

“Ok, I’m just gonna ask you because, I don’t know how else to say it but, please don’t judge me, I’m just curious-“ You blurt out and, it’s so abrupt that Jungkook can’t help but, chuckle.

He takes your hands in his, smoothing his thumbs over his knuckles, “Jagi it’s me. You can ask me anything you want; you don’t need to be nervous…”

His touch soothes your nerves a little bit but, the hammering beat of your heart is getting worse.

“Do you have any kinks?”

Jungkook feels his own heart stall in his chest at your question.

This is definitely not what he was expecting but, he isn’t put off by it.

“Kinks?” He checks and, as you nod rapidly in response, he smirks fondly.

“Yeah like things that turn you on or whatever. Things I don’t know about…”

Jungkook’s smirk still lingers on his lips but, his cheeks rosy at your question.

“I don’t think there is anything you don’t know.” He begins, wracking his brain for a more specific answer, “By kinks you mean like weird stuff or just things that turn me on in general?”

You have to admit, Jungkook is surprising you a little bit.

You didn’t think he’d be so open to talking about this right off the bat but, you’re going to roll with it anyway.

A giggle passes by your lips at his word choice and, he grins at the sound; he really likes when you laugh.

“I guess both? I don’t really feel like I know what you like and, sometimes…” You hesitate again, licking your lips, “I don’t know, I just wanna make you feel good...”

Jungkook feels a flutter within his chest. Suddenly the movie the two of you were just watching doesn’t seem so interesting…

“You always make me feel good.” He states immediately, tilting his head again to try and catch your eyes with his own, grinning whilst he does, “Seriously, you know that right?”

No.

You don’t know that.

But, you don’t want the conversation to turn into him consoling you.

You’re on a mission.

“Yeah I do…” You scoot closer to him so, your knees are touching, your hands still intertwined with his, “I’m just curious.”

He isn’t completely convinced but, he moves on, focusing on your question instead, “I like when we have sex in the morning, it’s really slow and lazy almost. I usually cum faster in the morning. I don’t know why,” His dark eyes flit to you, scanning over your face, “I like you a lot in the morning actually. You’re so soft and warm and, you hold me tighter. I don’t know, it’s really hot.”

Jungkook is getting slightly worked up but, he does his best to hide it. He isn’t sure if having sex is a part of this conversation but, he doesn’t want to assume.

“I didn’t know that,” You begin, your voice a tad smaller than before, “I like morning sex too. Especially when we don’t have to be anywhere. What else?”

Jungkook smirks but, he continues thinking, trying to pin point specific things, “I really like your lace underwear but, I have thing for those plain black ones, like the ones that look like little shorts?” He ventures, his eyes subconsciously flitting to your thighs, wondering if you have them on right now.

“Boy shorts?” You offer, biting your lip when you notice his wandering gaze.

He nods, bringing his eyes back to yours, “Yeah. They’re really cute, I like when you wear those with one of your t-shirts-“ He bites his lip, “I like when you leave them on too, when I touch you. Or when I’m inside of you…”

It’s a little ridiculous how easily Jungkook turns you on. You really want this conversation to be extensive but, your body is trying to make other plans.

“I’m wearing them right now.” You point out, smirking slightly and, Jungkook raises his brows, his eyes flitting to your hips again.

“Do you really need your pants on right now then? It’s kind of warm in here…” He suggests cheekily, his hands moving towards your hips.

“Wait-“ You giggle, placing your hands on top of his, “I’ll take them off but, I want to know more…”

Jungkook grins, “I’ll tell you more then.”

You eye him suspiciously, ensuring that he’s going to behave before hitching your fingers under the waistband of your pants and, tugging them off.

Jungkook kisses his teeth, nodding in approval, “Yeah, those are definitely the ones-“ Dragging his eyes away from your underwear, he leans back against the pillows and, pats his lap, “Come here.”

His voice is so deep right now, it sounds like he’s just woken up.

He smirks at you fondly, pushing away some of the loose strands of his black hair.

“You said you’d tell me more.” You point out teasingly.

Jungkook chuckles, nodding in agreement, “I will. Just come sit on my lap first.”

You don’t want to resist him.

His lap looks so inviting.

He’s wearing a black t-shirt and, basketball shorts and, his freshly washed hair is a disheveled mess but, he looks so good.

“Promise?”

He chuckles again, his hands finding your hips, “Promise.”

You pretend to huff with hesitation but, you’re obviously bluffing, “Fine.”

Jungkook tugs you into his lap, his hands immediately smoothing up your outer thighs before squeezing at your hips, “Much better.” He glances up at you through his lashes, “To continue on with your question. This is another thing that turns me on.”

Your skin comes alive beneath his touch, your hands taking purchase atop his shoulders, “When I sit in your lap?”

He shakes his head at first, “No- well yeah but, I’m taking about these…” He squeezes your hips again, “I know they aren’t your favorite thing but, they’re definitely one of mine. I think about marking them up sometimes but, I don’t know if that’s taking it too far.” He chuckles and, for the first time you sense a bit of nerves within his tone.

“Is that another kink then? Marking me?” You use the growing confidence inside of you to continue your quest for knowledge.

“I think just marking in general. My neck is really sensitive so, when you kiss me there or bite me, you know…it feels really good.” A breathless laugh leaves his lips, his eyes lingering on your lips for a moment, “I’m still a little confused, I feel like you know all this stuff already.”

You knew most of it but, it was mainly through trial and error.

He isn’t wrong though.

You’re not really getting to the point.

You’re not really telling him how you’re feeling.

“I do. I just-“ You glance down, the collar of his t-shirt becoming very interesting, “I don’t feel like- ugh this sounds so dumb but, you’re always so calm during sex and, you always let me finish first and, I feel like I don’t turn you on as much as you turn me on? I’m not upset or anything I was just curious and, I wanted to see if there was something I missed or, if there was something you liked that we hadn’t talked about.”

You’re worried you ruined the mood.

Things had been quite playful until this point and, you don’t want the whole night to turn into Jungkook feeling like he needs to reassure you.

“Babe…” He ventures and, his voice is softer than you expected, “Look at me.” He urges softly, tilting your chin up towards him, “Do you really think you don’t turn me on?”

You feel a little breathless at the bit of intensity in his gaze but, when he chuckles in disbelief, you relax slightly.

“Sometimes. “ You admit and, instantly, he uses his free hand to slowly bring yours to the seam of his shorts.

He isn’t fully hard but, his dick is definitely not flaccid and, just the feeling of him beneath your hand makes your panties grow a little damper.

“Do you feel that? You’ve been turning me on this whole time. You turn me on all the time actually; it’s kind of annoying…” He laughs, pressing a lingering kiss to your cheek, “Baby-“ He kisses towards your ear, lowering his voice to a whisper, “You seriously don’t know how sexy I think you are?”

You find yourself melting in his lap, pressing yourself closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, “You just make me feel so-“ Your breath catches a bit as he continues placing kisses down the curve of your face, lingering against your jawline, “You just always seem really calm when it comes to sex and, I just didn’t know if was as good for you as it is for me.”

You can feel him smirk against your neck as he tucks his face into it, his lips sucking lightly on the skin there, “You think I don’t like it as much as you hm? You think you don’t ruin me too? With your breathy little voice and, your pretty hips? Do you really think I don’t think about how good it is?”

You’re in for it now, you can tell.

Your boyfriend is a sweet man but, he’s also fiercely competitive and, the way he’s talking to you makes it sound like he’s hell bent on proving your theory wrong.

“I don’t know what you think about.” You murmur honestly, running your fingers through his hair as he continues kissing down your neck.

“I think about you- all the time. I think about your kisses,” He punctuates the next few phrases with a touch of his lips, “your hands, your hips, your neck- How pretty you are when you cum for me, how good you feel.. I think about how well you know me and my body. I think about the way you touch me, you’re doing it right now jagi. You don’t even know.”

His accent peaks through as he grows more sincere and, the desire he begins to feel takes over his senses.

“See?” He asks into your neck, and before you even answer, he’s leading your hand back to his length, which is rock solid now, throbbing beneath your touch, “Do you think anyone else makes me feel this way? I’m so hard right now and, you’ve barely touched me…” He urges, resting his forehead against yours as you squeeze over him, “We all get insecure sometimes and, that’s ok but, jagi…” He breathes, chuckling darkly, “This isn’t something to worry about, I promise.”

“No?” You answer back immediately, relishing in his attention, quickly slipping your hand beneath his shorts. The feeling of his throbbing dick in your grasp is enough to ruin your underwear but, you don’t care.

You just want to make him feel good.

He smirks, his eyes lulling a bit with the pleasure your hand is providing, “Fuck no. You’re like-“ He grunts as you begin stroking up and down his length, “You’re like heaven on earth. “ His eyes squeeze shut for a moment before a rushed request leaves his lips, “Keep doing that…please.”

His head falls back against the pillows, exposing the muscular column of his throat to you. Jungkook’s lips part as a shaky breath escapes. You lean forward in his lap, kissing along the curve of his collar bone as your hand increases it’s speed on his dick.

Jungkook’s eyes close as a small moan leaves his lips, his tongue wetting them immediately after.

“You’re so hot…” You whine in agony, giggling slightly and, this causes him to chuckle, his eyes peeking open whilst his hands begin squeezing at your hips.

“You can’t say shit like that. I just got these shorts and, I don’t want to ruin them.”

Interesting.

You have a hunch but, you decide to press your luck anyway, as you kiss your way up towards his ear, “But you are,” You insist, rubbing your thumb over his leaking tip, “You’re making me wet, just looking at you.”

“Fuck.” He breathes, his chest heaving as he takes a deep breath, “You’re wet for me?”

“Mhm…” You hum, pressing your hips down against him and your hand, “You just look so good.”

His eyes squeeze shut as he attempts to reign in his release, which is approaching far too rapidly.

You don’t give him time to recover though and, instead you nibble on his earlobe before you deliver your next question, “I wanna suck it. Can I? Can I put you in my mouth.”

Jungkook is in agony at the tone of your voice and, although he wants to be between your lips, he knows he won’t be able to last for you if he is.

“I won’t last in your mouth babe and, I want to be inside of you.”

You’re quick to shut him down, “I want your cum in my throat though.” You insist right into his ear, “Please? Can I have it?”

Jungkook digs his fingers into your hips, trying to get ahold of himself, his eyes opening wide, “Jesus- you’re gonna kill me.” He chuckles, turning so his lips find yours. The kiss is messy and uncoordinated, especially because you haven’t stopped your motions on his dick. “You really want to suck my dick that bad hm?”

You giggle in response, nodding, “Just real quick.”

“It’s going to be quick, that’s what I’m worried about.”

“Please?” You whisper this time, kissing against his pillowy lips, “I want to make you feel good.”

Jungkook’s dick twitches in your grip and, you’re starting to think that praise is another hidden kink he has.

“I’m all yours…” He murmurs, kissing you once more, a bit of intensity looming in his eyes. He moves his hands from your hips to tug his t-shirt over his head, revealing the tan expanse of his body to you.

He’s been working out more and, the ridges and planes of his toned muscles are proof of his hard work.

You want to kiss every inch of him.

But, right as you’re about to, he stops you, taking your chin between his fingers and, directing your attention back towards him, “Hey.”

With bated breath, you stare into his eyes, waiting for the rest of his sentence.

“I’m not going to last long but, I need you to know something…” He tightens his grip on you before leaning in and sucking your bottom lip into his mouth, “when you make me cum, cause I know this pretty mouth of yours is going to-“ He nibbles on your bottom lip, lowering his tone, “when you make me cum, you need to know that no one else has ever made me feel the way you do. When I’m saying your name under my breath and, my toes are curling into the sheets,” He bites harder this time, and as you whimper he smirks, “When I’m trying to stay quiet so, Jin hyung doesn’t bust in here and, kick my ass…” The two of you giggle breathlessly at that, kissing one another again, “you need to know that you’re the only one I want. You gotta remember that for me ok? You gotta remember that you’re my girl and, that there is no one else for me.”

You heart is full and, although the sentiment is sexual, it’s also laced with all of the other emotions the two of you feel towards each other.

“I love you.” You smile softly, nudging your nose against his.

Jungkook chuckles, letting his smirk linger on his lips as he releases your chin, “I love you too jagi.”

Your lips are on his length in a matter of seconds, sucking him with everything you have, using your hand to assist you in making him cum.

Jungkook’s stomach his trembling beneath the weight of pleasure crushing his body. He’s arching slightly off the bed, his face tightening as his fingers tuck into your hair, “Fuck- fuck I’m gonna cum.”

He sounds broken up by it, as if he wanted it to last longer but, before you know it, he’s spilling into your lips, his hips jerking with the force of his orgasm. Jungkook bites the back of his hand when he does, moaning into it, just as he said he would, staring down at you in awe as, he gives you everything he has.

You make good on your plans and, swallow it all, a sense of satisfaction washing over you.

With a few kisses pressed to his hips, Jungkook is ready to have you in his arms again.

He kisses you as soon as you clamber on top of him, showing no signs of slowing down.

You’re back in your original spot, except this time, your boyfriend is completely naked and, his hand is quickly tucking into your panties.

“Can I touch you here?” He smirks, and although the word is a little cheesy you can’t help but notice how incredibly naughty he sounds, his eyes looming with a renewed sense of desire.

You nod, your thighs trembling as the pads of his fingers press on your clit, rubbing back and forth. You’re completely drenched for him at this point and, desperate enough to rub up against him if that’s all you were able to do.

But, you’re Jungkook’s girl and, Jungkook’s girl gets the best of the best.

“I can feel how tight you are and, I’m not even inside of you…” His fingers aren’t either but, he can feel how tense the muscles of your pussy are and, he is dead set on unraveling each one, “Your clit is throbbing underneath my fingers baby, does this feel good?”

All you can do is nod, breathing heavily as you rut against his hand. You want him to keep talking, it’s so hot and, so unlike him but, you want to drown in his voice.

“Yeah? It feels good when I rub your clit like this? What about if I do this?” His smirk broadens as his face rubbing against yours as he tucks a finger inside of you, hooking it up towards your g-spot.

The sensation makes you gasp and, he chuckles darkly at the sound, biting the apple of your cheek as he begins to fuck you with his fingers, “Jagiya, you feel that?” He teases, his accent thicker than ever, increasing the pace inside of you, “You already got me hard again…”

Needless to say, you urge him to abandon his current mission and, instead the two of you aid in slipping him inside of you.

It doesn’t last long either.

You’ve been wet for nearly an hour and, after watching him cum, you’re far too sensitive to hold off your orgasm.

It’s been about 10 minutes and, Jungkook has secured you against his chest, his arms wrapping around you once again.

He’s pressed a kiss to your forehead at least a dozen times and, you’ve been tracing shapes into his back.

It’s a comfortable silence you don’t feel like breaking for the moment.

So, you don’t.

The two of you stay cuddled up like that, kissing and touching on one another until the lure of sleep becomes too much to resist.

When you do succumb to it, you dream of the man you fell asleep with.

Thankfully for you, your subconscious plays the events of the evening once more.

And the next morning, when you wake up wet, Jungkook has no problem showing you just how much he wants you-

All over again.

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keilemlucent · 5 years ago

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a weary head

(r18+)

hawks || takami keigo x reader

ao3

word count: ~2.5k

Keigo fucks you senseless, literally. But, he cleans up his messes well.

warnings: dom/sub, aftercare, subspace, hawks literally concussing the reader by accident, sex accidents in general, vomiting, panic attacks

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Your legs are wrapped around Keigo’s waist that you can feel muscles beginning to pull. It almost hurts enough to ask him to stop— almost.

“Holy shit, you’re really this much of a slut, huh?” Keigo’s squeezing at your windpipe again, forcing your lungs to starve and your vision to haze up. “I can feel you clenching down on me, babe!”

You try to spit, wretch, turn away, anything to get away from his gaze.

It’s feral, the way Keigo is staring down at your slick body as he pounds into you. You’re already so bruised, thighs and hips colored purple and black with his biting grip. Your cunt is gushing slick, lube, and old cum. It’s dripping to the floor, slicking the hardwood beneath you, making finding purchase all that much harder.

Keigo’s eyes are still piercing yours as you turn your head away, trying to focus on anything but the obsidian stones set where his pupils should have been.

“Oh, so that’s your game now? Is that really smart?” Keigo chides, rearing back to slap you across the face, forcing your face back to him. He grabs your cheeks, nails biting into the soft skin of your jaw. “Open up, birdie.”

“You’re disgusting,” You spit back, but it hardly matters. Keigo has two fingers in your mouth, forcing you to keep your lips open for him. He leans forward to spit into your mouth, drool globbing into your mouth. You know better than to bite him, no matter how much you want to. The punishment that follows from biting the hand that literally feeds you was too great and too damaging.

Instead, you just choke as Keigo laughs at him, regripping your thighs with raking nails.

And he starts back up at an unforgiving pace, not a single ounce of him holding back on your ravaged cunt.

You’re screaming, fully, and with your entire chest. Your arms, tied expertly behind your back are bruised and sore beyond feeling. They were hardly holding sensation as they were beaten into the floor beneath you.

You sob as Keigo grabs one of your tits, purposefully sharpened nails driving into the squishy flesh. You screamed, trying to kick at Keigo, but you were so effectively pinned.

“Be a good little fucktoy and maybe I’ll let you come again,” Keigo sneers, squeezing to the point of breaking your skin. Your chest was already covered in scratches and thin lines from his talons. You’d be aching the next day, even if he tended sweetly to them.

Keigo’s getting close, pace downright frantic as you sob over and over. You can’t tell pleasure from pain as Keigo drills into your deepest parts. Drool leaks from the side of your mouth as Keigo somehow manages to speed up.

“You’re gonna come when I tell, right cocksleeve?” Keigo is just fucking cruel at this point.

You manage to nod, breathing getting a little too fast.

Keigo’s hand, slick with sweat moves to the front of your throat, squeezing at the sides.

The muscles of your shoulders and neck had been straining for so long, all through Keigo’s relentless fucking. How many rounds and orgasms had they had to hold your head up with your arms for leverage?

“Cum for me,” Keigo growls down at you, free hand taking to slap your across the face.

It didn’t matter, really. The muscles supporting your head and upper body pulled painfully and gave out. The strain on your neck had finally made you go limp.

With each thrust, Keigo is moaning and crying in ecstasy. He’s fully within rapture as he bruises your insides, making them match the outside,

You, on the other hand, are having a very odd orgasm that wasn’t all that pleasant. It is half-hearted, body so used up and spent that it was hardly holding together. It’s mainly interrupted by the rhythmic slamming of your head against the floor that Keigo was fucking you into.

Your vision is swimming by the third impact, breathing coming in painfully fast gasps.

By the fifth, your brain is mush and you were having trouble staying conscious.

By the sixth, your perception was being warped.

There’s stillness, but only for a moment. You can vaguely here Keigo’s breath change, but it feels like you’re underwater. Every part of your body is thrumming with a fucked up mix of adrenaline and endorphins. You felt like you were swirling and ungrounded.

Keigo gasps and curses above you.

“Oh, fuck,” It’s Keigo’s voice, disembodied. “Oh, fuck, (Y/N).”

There’s some activity, you guess.

Your head is starting to hurt.

The tension on your arms is released. You can’t feel them very well.

“Hey, hey, can you talk to me?” Keigo’s voice is firm, but there’s an edge of nervousness to it.

You make a small, weak noise from the back of your throat as your eyelids scrunch. Your body buzzes and twitches, making your head hurt even worse.

You could feel one of Keigo’s hands smooth over your cheek, “Can you use your words?”

Oh, it takes all of your effort to push anything from your lips. Your vision is still fucked though you can tell Keigo is doing something. Maybe.

“C-can’t.” Your voice is hoarse, rawed along with your body. The face-fucking earlier really shredded your throat.

There’s something cold on the back of your head, where it had been hitting the floor. Your body moves on its own, away from the sudden sensation, but something (someone, Keigo) catches you and forces you to stay put as he applies the lightest pressure.

“I didn’t realize I was hitting your head, I’m so, so sorry angel,” Keigo’s voice is so sad.

“S-s’okay,” You slur. Your breath is still coming too fast, but it’s slowing down. “Happens.”

Keigo doesn’t reply, but you can just feel that he doesn’t like that response.

“Angel, I’m gonna pick you up and take you to our room, okay? Get you somewhere nice and dark,” Keigo doesn’t make you reply, but rather scoops you up and carries you off.

You’re becoming more lucid, slowly. There are weird strikings of fear in your heart, like odd jolts over your mind in its beaten state.

Keigo pulls out your specific aftercare blanket, a soft, baby pink fluffy thing. He slides onto the bed, against the pretty headboard, sending a flurry of feathers to do his bidding. He situates you in his lap, the blanket pulled over the two of you.

Despite the fact that being next to Keigo felt incredibly good, but the position made your stomach swirl and head pound even more.

Being upright is awful, you decide. You want to be on the mattress better.

“Can I lie down?” You try to blink, your vision a little clearer as you turned to look at Keigo better.

He shook his head, smoothing over your sweaty hair, “I’m sorry angel, but you gotta eat or drink first. Then I wanna look you over.”

You feel crushed, your chest hurts. You hurt so bad and you just want to lie down.

You must’ve started crying because Keigo is cooing at you a moment later, rubbing his thumbs at your cheeks.

“It hurts,” You manage to say before pressing your aching head to Keigo’s neck.

“Oh, angel,” Keigo squeezes you, pressing the gentlest kiss to an unbruised part of your skull. “I know, but I need to help you first. Can you trust me to help you? Then, we’ll get you laid down.”

You sniffle. You don’t like the answer, but you do trust Keigo with your life, literally.

Your nod is weak against his sweaty collar.

Some of his feathers must’ve returned because Keigo is resituating the two of you. Your back is supported on the headboard and he’s sitting in front of you. He’s wearing boxers and helping you into a soft shirt. It’s one of his, smelling like his nice, spicy cologne and sweat. It helps dull the pain of wanting him close, but it certainly doesn’t quell it fully.

Your vision is nearly fully back, perception almost proper, but everything truly does hurt. Even your teeth feel like they’re rotting in your skull.

“Kei’, I-I don’t feel good,” You whimper at him, moving to your knees, rubbing at your face. “Help.”

It’s not a request you’d ever make outside of a scene or subspace, not so bluntly anyways. Keigo is immediately running kind hands up and down your arms, regarding you with the softest, most loving gaze. It’s laced with concern, moreover. There’s a pull at his brows and a bad quirk in his lips.

“You did so well, angel. I’m so, so proud of you,” Keigo is shaking as he pulls you into him, rubbing up and down your bruised back. “You took it all so well. You’re so good. So, so good. I love you so much.”

You press into him. With your eyes shut and pressed to his sticky chest, the world is duller and your head hurts worse, “Can I go to sleep?”

You ask again, hoping for a different answer.

“No, love, I’m sorry. You gotta trust me, okay? Let’s start with some water,” Keigo is pulling away and you hate it. You want him touching you. It feels like you’re burning alive if he’s not.

“NO!” You shriek, grabbing his arm as it goes for a condensation-covered bottle laying on the bed.

Keigo freezes.

You tug.

“Angel,” Keigo’s voice has dropped, far deeper than his usual, pretty, high baritone. It’s a tone that you know too well when he chooses to assert himself. He moves to grip your jaw, where he had earlier, but far softer. “You are going to listen to me, understand? I love you, and I’m helping.”

You’re crying again because everything hurts. Your head and body are aching and Keigo is being mean to you and you just want to lay the fuck down—

And then you’re scared.

And then you’re panicking.

And then you’re choking on air.

Your lungs won’t fill fast enough.

Keigo rushes to wrap you in his arms, wings, and legs helping to press down on you. You are both familiar with the helpful nature of weight during moments like this. His lips are at your ear, breathing slow to encourage you to do the same.

But it hurts so much.

Your stomach is churning to the point of intense nausea.

“Keigo,” You manage to push out, giving him a desperate look. A hand is wrenching into your hair.

You’re lucky Keigo knows you so well and has a near-supernatural intuition. There’s a trash can in front of your face. You stick your face fully into it and you wretch. You’re sobbing as you vomit up everything in your stomach, bile, acid, and all. Keigo holds your hair, rubbing at your back.

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m so sorry,” Keigo is so soft but almost grief-stricken as he rubs at your shoulders. “Get it all out, okay? I’ll take care of you. Just get it all out for me.”

The notion is comforting, but the feeling quickly lost as another wave of sick leaves you.

Finally, you’re just coughing and spitting. You're still crying and your whole face is burning in addition to the migraine you’ve fully developed.

Keigo gently pulls you upwards, feathers taking the waste away. There’s a soft, warm cloth running all over your face, it pays extra attention around your mouth and nose.

It covers your nostrils and you freeze up.

“Blow, (Y/N),” Keigo urges, nodding with a soft smile.

In most other situations, this would be fucking humiliating. But, now? You did exactly as you were told, feeling somewhat comforted as much as your body hurt.

Keigo disposes of the washcloth, grabbing the water bottle from before and giving you a clean cup, “Rinse and spit as much as you need. Then, drink as much as you can, okay, angel?”

You nod, weakly, doing just as he said. It hurts, drinking so much water. It hits your tummy harshly and you stop after only a fourth of the bottle, looking at Keigo helplessly.

Keigo pressed a kiss to your forehead, pulling out a bowl of somewhat warm rice, “Cold, huh? Let’s get something else in you.”

“The only other thing I want in me is your fat cock,” You manage to crack a joke quietly, weakly, very much kidding, but it manages to get a bark of laughter (a little too loudly) from Keigo.

“There’s my girl,” He’s still laughing a little as he presses some of the rice to your lips. “Eat as much as you can, okay? You don’t have to finish it all if you can’t. Tell me if you feel like you need to throw up again, okay?”

You nod weakly, opening your mouth for the bite of food.

You eat painfully slowly, stomach tolerating food to some level. Keigo is patient, offering words of encouragement as your brain slowly rises from the hellishly low section of subspace it was in.

You manage to finish it all, earning loads of praise and kisses from Keigo.

“Thank you,” You offer him as you finish the bowl. He beams you with the radiance of some divine being. His wings have been folded politely to his back, but you can see them fluff up with his joy. Keigo is kind, leaving tender, feather-light kisses wherever he can reach. Your body is still aching and your head fucking hurt, but it is soothed by Keigo’s comforting and distracting presence.

You’re so distracted, it takes you a moment to realize Keigo has pressed a handful of pills into your hand, another water bottle at the ready.

“They’ll help with the pain, we just needed something in your tummy before you took them,” Keigo soothed, running a soft hand over your shoulders.

You down them wordlessly and with a nod.

Keigo proceeds to lay you out on the bed, pulling off your shirt as he does. You don’t like being so exposed, but he calmly explains he needs to clean you up and deal with any other wounds he made.

Oh, right.

You’re leaking like four loads of cum right now.

Marathon sex with Keigo usually ended with you destroyed, but this instance was a lot.

There aren’t too many deep wounds, luckily. Just a few scratches that wept a bit too much blood to be left alone. Keigo cleans and bandages them, talking to you softly. You don’t say much in reply. You know that part of Keigo’s aftercare is letting out the remnants of his energy about the scene vocally.

He presses a kiss to the last bandage with a smile, looking up at you as you slowly put your shirt back on.

“You okay?” You ask him, eyes softening. “That was a lot.”

“It was, but it was very fun. I am very okay. I’m far more concerned about you.” Keigo’s eyes softened as he strokes at the bruised skin of your thighs. “I feel awful. I didn’t realize I was hitting your head like that. I’m very sorry and it will not happen a second time. New rule, pillows for your head for floor sex.”

You groan, “That takes away so much of the allure, though. You know I like getting roughed up like that Kei’.”

“Angel,” He gently pushes you down to the bed, guiding your now somewhat soothed skull with a tender palm. “What you’re not gonna like is when I have to take you to the doctor tomorrow to check if you have a concussion.”

You grumble and snuggle into him.

There’s sweet silence for a minute.

“Thank you, Keigo. You did well too,” You kiss his jaw a few times. “But, if you don’t take the day off tomorrow to take care of my ass, I will personally come to your agency, sit under your desk, and give you head until your balls fall off.”

“Oh, baby,” He nuzzles into you with a throaty laugh. “Say less.”

You’re not sure which option he means, but you suppose its the one where he’s tangled up in you.

#mha x reader #my hero academia x reader #takami keigo x reader #hawks x reader #reader x hawks #reader insert #this is unbeta'ed so if there's silly grammar issues its definitely on me #also present tense??? who knew #salem writes

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Summary: Japanese thief, Yume Iwao, is on the run to find a hiding spot. Little did they know, it was the League of Villains’ hideout.

A/N: Ahhhhh this is my first time writing on here in a while. I made an OC who i thought would be cute with Shiggy. I hope you like them as much as i do! (chapter 2 has the tickles in it hehe)

Word Count: 1,414

TW: adults drinking, marijuana use, brief kidnap?

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Sirens wailing downs the streets of Japan.

"Shit.." Yume whispered quietly. They pushed their black glasses up on their nose.

Clutching their backpack strap tight, Yume scanned for a hiding spot. They couldn't go home until dark, they lived pretty far. Plus, the police would surely follow them. Luckily the stores they knocked off were on the older side of the city. Most of the homes were condemned, so lots of homeless people used them for shelter. No biggie. Nothing that they couldn't handle, they've surely been through worse. Quickly digging through their backpack, they changed the hoodie they were wearing. Yume shoved the rest of their hair under the hat.

They settle on a house a couple streets away. Plus, they didnt even need to break anything to get inside. The back door was cracked open. Slipping inside, they let the door shut gently behind them. The air was somewhat stale and old, but it'll do. Walking a little deeper inside, they open the closest door. Flipping the light on, gasping as their blood runs cold. It's a bedroom. The room wasn't much, just a bed, a cage in the corner, a small table with a computer covered in notes, and a closet. Iwao needed to get out of there fast, before whoever lived here came back.

Suddenly, the back door opened. Yume froze in place.

"I told you, hot head, leave the pipe in the door when we go out. What if we lost the key?" a raspy voice spoke.

"Then you're even dumber than I thought, not that I'm surprised.." another low voice responded. Shit shit SHIT! They become frantic, quickly turn the light off again. Yume ran to hide inside the closet, leaned against the cool wood in the back of it. Their anxiety teetered on the brink of a panic attack. Air fills their lungs as they take deep, controlled breaths.

"Yeah yeah guys quit your bitching, I'll order food later. I'm gonna change first, this shirt smells like shit." Whoever lived in here, their scent was very pleasant. The slight sense of tea and old spice filled Yume's nose. They heard the bedroom door close, then some rustling. They slowly peak out of the crack in the closet door. There was a guy in the room, crouching by the cage.

"Hey buddy hey, you miss me huh? You miss daddy?" He cooed at the cage. 'Who was he talking to?' They wondered.

He stood up fully, gods he was tall. His scraggly light blue hair hung to his shoulders. He set his phone down aside, only to grab the bottom of his shirt. Yume's cheeks heat up as he pulls it off, but all that goes out of their mind when they feel something jump down onto their shoulders. Yume let out scream as they tripped over something in the closet, falling through the doors. They ended up face up at the ceiling, frozen. Suddenly, the man was on top of Yume, pinning them to the floor by the throat with 4 fingers.

"Who the FUCK are you and why are you in my room?!" He growled in his raspy voice, his red eyes dilated.

They stuttered as they spoke. "I-I'm sorry..! I was just-!"

"What's going on in there?" the second voice from earlier shouted from outside.

"Dabi get a rope and a chair, quick!" Panicked breaths fill Yume's lungs. There was the sound of the bedroom door slamming into the wall. Another man rushed in with the requested items. He was definitely scarier than the guy that had them by the neck. The thing was, the grip wasn't even tight. He was only using 4 fingers to hold their throat, maybe his quirk had something to do with that.

"What the fuck is going on here, Shigaraki?" Shigaraki...why did that name sound so familiar? Yume didn't have time for this, these guys were probably going to kill them, or worse. Which meant they had to act fast. They used their shoulder to shove Shigaraki into the wall. They rush to the door, trying to get past Dabi. Sadly, he was stronger than they anticipated. He dropped both items and grabbed them. Quickly, he threw their backpack to the floor, twisting your arm behind their back. Yume yelped in pain, trying to shake him off.

"Feisty little brat you found Shiggy, maybe they'd make a nice new Nomu?" Dabi growled in their ear.

"LET GO OF ME YOU FREAK!" Yume screamed. Shigaraki was on his feet, one hand on the chair. Dabi spun them into the chair, landing roughly. Both Shigaraki's hands used all his strength to hold their shoulder's down. Again, only using 3 fingers and a thumb on hold each shoulder. What was his deal? The two passed the rope back and forth around Yume torso, all the while they tried to wiggle free.

"I'd stop moving around brat, wouldn't want these fingers of mine to slip.." Shigaraki's raised finger gently teased the skin on their shoulder. Yume froze at the feeling, their skin was tingling, almost vibrating. It didn't hurt, but it was certainly a strange feeling. What kind of quirk was this? Not wanting to risk it, reluctantly they stop moving.

"Much better, now. Who are you...and why the fuck are you in my room?" he walked around the chair to stand with Dabi. Yume finally got a chance to get a good look at the both of them.

Fuck they were both terrifying. Yume felt their lip quiver, their eye glossing up a little too.

"Not talking huh? I'd reconsider that. We'd hate to have to use our quirks on you, brat." Dabi stepped closer to Yume, their struggling amplified. Suddenly, Dabi's whole arm burst into blue flames. They shrank away with a yelp, the flames inches from their skin. Yume closed their eye under the glasses they were still wearing. Dabi let his flames go out, leaving a stinging heat on Yume's cheek.

"The results could be dastardly..." Shigaraki's right hand slowly inched to Yume's face.

"W-Wait.. hey get away from me...don't touch me HEY!" Their eye open with fear. 5 fingertips touched on the lenses of their glasses. Before their eye, Yume's glasses turned to powder in their lap.

"Well well, look at you. Does that have to relate to your quirk? They might make an interesting Nomu yet.." Shigaraki pointing at Yume's eye.

"Y-yeah I can um, petrify things...anything." They explained softly.

"Interesting. Tell me brat, why haven't you used it on us yet?" Dabi cocked his eyebrow.

"B-Because...I don't like using it on people unless I have to. I mainly just use my bat." Nodding to their bat on the floor near their backpack.

"Really...such a shame. Now listen, if I don't get some answers as to why you're in my room..." Shigaraki quickly snatched Yume's backpack off the floor, dumping the content on the bed. "...or I'll start putting my quirk to use." He picked up one of their personal items, which just so happened to be their art tablet.

"Ok ok...jeez..my name is Iwao Yume. I'm here because I was hiding from the police." Making eye contact with their lap. Dabi laughed a little, causing you to look up.

"The police? What could a tiny thing like you do to make the police chase you?" He snickered. Yume huffed.

"Open the brown bag there...but anything in there is mine." Yume said assertively. Shigaraki grabbed the bag and opened it. Dumping it out, at least 200,000 yen fell on to his palm.

"Oh shit.." Both of them said under their breath.

"Where did you get this much money?"

"I robbed a couple stores in the same mall before the cops were called. Please, I really need it. I'll leave right now just.. please don't take the money." Yume's eye welled up with tears peaking in both corners. Both men looked at Yume, to tell the truth. They both felt a little bad, of course neither of them would admit that to each other, or Yume.

"No." Shigaraki put the money back in the bag and closed it. Yume looked a little startled, some tears dropping from their eye.

"N-No?" Yume asked, suddenly very worried.

"No, you can't leave here. They'll be looking for you. They find you, they find us. You're staying here tonight." As he spoke, he let all his fingers touch the rope.

Wait... WHAT?!

#shigaraki tomura #bnha #mha #boku no hero x reader #dabi #genderfluid #shigaraki x oc #genderfluid oc #nerdy shiggy #gamer shigaraki #ticklish!shigaraki #ticklish!shiggy #ticklish!oc #lov #league of villains #league of villians x reader

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