#if they don’t do that I’m gonna be surprised

[madamechrissy]

Let me in your ocean, Swim

The five times Sukuna tried to confess his feelings, and the one that works

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Pairings- Sukuna x F reader (both like 23/24)

Summary- You have known Sukuna your entire life, and he's infuriated you for most of it. Since you were kids on a playground he was picking on you, and you decided you hate him (love him!?) little do you know, he's been in love with you since the moment you met. There were five times he tried and epically failed to let you know. You all don't see each other for two years after college, when you run into him on Valentine's day at the bar- and you think, what better for getting jilted tonight then a hate fuck from Sukuna!? But... no, in fact he needs to finally tell you the truth.

CW- enemies to lovers (kinda!?) Sukuna is TERRIBLE at feelings, lowkey a bully when you're younger, go through the five times he tried to tell you (intermingles with the current night) romantic, sweet, angsty and NSFW. Smut at the end and throughout a lot of teasing and tension. warnings- rough sex, dirty talk, creampie, oral (m and f recieving) fingering, alcohol, use of recreational drugs etc- oneshot!!

Comment to get on the Taglist! Gonna be a LONG one (Same premise/style as Gojo and Geto 5+1- but it's Sukuna SO lol)

You didn’t expect to be sitting alone at a bar for Valentine’s day, but here you are, dressed to the nines in a beautiful glittery black dress, hair done up, makeup perfect on your skin. You have glittery bangles along your wrist, and red bottom heels, you’re as dressed up as you ever got, but right before your date, your boyfriend decided to break things off with you.

Which leads you to this hole in the wall bar, across the street from the fancy restaurant you’d sat at for an hour waiting on him, only to get broken up via text. Sighing, you order another drink, tensing then when you hear it, the damn voice of the man who you simultaneously couldn’t stand and also had it bad for, for years and years, ever since elementary school.

“Tch, what’re you doing here brat?” You glare up at him, but when you see just how good Sukuna looks, after two years of not seeing him? You falter, lips parted just so as he smirks down at you.

However, his heart is pounding in his chest, despite certainly not showing you outwardly, you take his damn breath away. Sukuna has always found you to be the most beautiful, infuriating little creature in existence. And you’ve just gotten more beautiful, which in itself irritates the shit out of him, it was hard enough acting ‘normal’ around you all his life.

But now?

“What’re you doing here, Kuna?” He snorts, rolling ruby red eyes, leaning against the bar with an elbow propped on it, glaring at you.

“Don’t call me that, god.”

“It irritates you, so I will.” You smile up at him, sipping the rest of your drink, which he eyes disparingly.

“What’s that pink shit?”

“Oh, like your hair?” You counter, raising a brow, his jaw sets. “Ya want one, Kuna?”

“No, I don’t want your little bitch drink.” You roll your eyes now, as he sits next to you, and your eyes sweep over his starch white dress shirt and black slacks, stretching over muscles that seemed to have only gotten more pronounced since college.

“Not even my cherry, hmm?” You tease, pulling the marachino out of your cup, dangling it in front of his face.

“That’s long gone, I’m sure, looking all slutty…” He murmurs, right in your ear, you shove at him, scoffing.

“You’re slutty, Sukuna. Pretty sure you fucked a whole sorority last time we caught up?”

“Mmm, rumors, rumors.” He holds up two fingers now. “Gimme something that’s not a little bitch drink, please.”

“So manly, oh heavens!” You pretend to fan yourself and he can’t stop the laughter, but he soon covers it with a glare.

“Get her some more of this pink crap.” He says, and you are a little surprised then, looking at the handsome man who’s had your heart for so long you can’t remember a time before him.

“You buying me a drink?”

“I am buying you a drink. I… it’s been a long time.” He misses you, but the words are caught in his throat.

“It has been a long time. Thank you.” You smile as the bartender hands you another dirty shirley, and hands Sukuna a glass of whiskey on the rocks. He sips at it, eyes darting over your frame, your sexy body that is so well shown in that dress of yours, all he can think of is unzipping it.

“Where’s the boyfriend?” You blink a bit.

“How’d you know I had one?”

Well, Sukuna’s been insta stalking you but he won’t admit it.

“Heard it from our friends, duh. Just because we don’t see each other doesn’t mean I don’t see them.”

“Yeah well, it’s not like… I didn’t want to see you. We left things…”

“Yeah.” He sighs now, running a hand through pastel locks, a hand with black tattoos and black nails, throwing off this corporate vibe he has, something dark about him, but then, there’s always been. “You single on Valentine’s day?”

“I am, officially. Ass of a boyfriend left me across the street via text. And… are you…”

“Yeah, I also got broken up with, but slapped in the face, and in person. Think they planned the shit?” You giggle, shaking your head and sipping your drink, leaning just a bit closer, leg brushing his wide, strong one. He damn near moans just at feeling your body after so, so long.

“Maybe they did. I’ve wanted to see you, though… I just…”

“There’s something I wanted to… tell you. Actually. I thought about calling you, but…”

“Yeah? Calling me?”

“So surprising?”

“You hate me? So yeah.”

Sukuna sighs now, sipping his drink again, looking down into your beautiful eyes, your beautiful face, remembering just all those times he’d ruined it with you. Fuck, since the first moment he met you, he was a dick, and pushed you away, all because the shit he feels terrifies him. And over the years, he’s tried, but he thought you were too far gone, nothing but a regret, a memory.

Something to compare every girl he’s with, never you, are they? There’s no one like you.

But you’re here of all places, and though Sukuna thinks shit like ‘signs’ are the dumbest thing ever, he can’t let this pass, not this time. He takes a breath and his lips part, his fingers then brush your hair back, something far too gentle for Sukuna, something that makes your eyes dilate, your little gasp so sexy he can’t think.

“You trying to fuck me tonight?” You ask, and he chuckles, the gentle brush now a rough grip in your hair, leaning over you.

You taste the whiskey on his breath, you feel his lips so close, your breaths mingling, as your hand comes to his shirt, balling the fancy material in your little fist. “That what you want, brat? Me to fuck you finally?”

“Maybe I do.” He freezes then, blinking long lashes, leaning even closer, free hand gripping your waist in the crowded bar. “A hate fuck? Sounds like the perfect thing to forget tonight.”

“Hate fuck, huh?”

What you don’t know is, Sukuna is in love with you.

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[ryescapades]

congrats on 1k!!! you deserve it so much xx

you know i'm gonna have to put in a request for your event :p

i'll take slice one with sae (what a surprise) with prompt 16 >:)

write whatever you feel is easiest, sfw would be cute but i certainly won't decline nsfw :x

again, congrats baby <3

→ EVENT OVERVIEW

prompt: 16 - “do u want me on my knees?” characters: itoshi sae (bllk) x f!reader contents: suggestive, implied nsfw at the end, established rs, he calls u amor, reader wears a dress and strappy heels (oddly specific ik but it’s for the plot ..), slight hair pulling bcs yall are freaky wc ~ 1k (not proofread!)

a/n: LUMI BBG TYSM ILY LMK WHAT YOU THINK OF THIS (bcs i’m not entirely sure what you’re into) AND UHH i couldn’t decide between sfw and nsfw so this came out instead 🙂‍↕️

another one of those… tepid sports agents comes up to talk to you and sae’s eye all but twitches for the nth time.

stiffly tugging at his previously well-kept tie, it takes almost all his willpower to muffle the yawn that threatens to escape past his lips. he steps a tad bit closer to you, chest brushing against your bare shoulder as he shoves his hands inside the pockets of his slacks. narrowed aquamarine eyes gaze down at the woman who’s enthusiastically chatting with you as he dutifully stands by your side.

formal events like this somewhat bore him. there are too many flashing lights, too many blabbering mouths and scrutinizing eyes, and the worst of all, too many probing intents. he genuinely couldn’t stand those that don’t take his privacy seriously, especially when it affects you as well.

absently looking around the decorated hall, he takes note of the second ticking by where he can finally bring you back to the safety of your shared home. tick, tock, tick, tock– each one of it goes unnoticed by him. if he was sitting down, sae would’ve started bouncing his legs up and down as you continue to entertain all these nonsensical conversations.

his large hand lands on the middle of your back mid-talk, and you straighten up as warmth spreads throughout your skin. you peer back at sae, nodding slightly at him in a silent inquiry.

another discussion occurs between the both of you next, wordless and understanding in the way only your eyes hold all the things you want to say to each other. you then raise an amused brow when you take a second look at his appearance; his once messy hair looks even more disheveled than before, tie loose around his collar and lidded eyes looking all too uninterested with whatever the hell is going on in the event.

sae lightly pinches the side of your waist when he sees you on the verge of giggling like the menace that you are.

letting a little snicker out past your lips anyway, you turn back to the woman you were talking to minutes prior as you sense his simmering impatience. you swiftly say your goodbyes before grabbing sae’s hand, dragging him towards the hallways and opening the door to a smaller (and thankfully) vacant hall.

he’s ever so quick to close the door behind you, cornering you back against the surface as he towers over you. “thought we’re going back home?” sae asks, voice low and breathy as he idly plays with a loose strand of your hair between his fingers.

you throw him a pointed look, “we’re not even halfway into the schedule, why do you look so rumpled already?” his unkempt tie catches your eye once again, so you gingerly reach out to pull it loose before carefully redoing the knot for him. “and isn’t this event supposed to be for you athletes to mingle around?” you absently mutter, busy with the strip of fabric in your hands.

the distance between you is now barely existent. when you don’t get any response from him, you glance up at him thinking he was also looking at the tie, only to see that his eyes are simply gazing at you. bright oceanic hues closely examine your face, an odd look swirling in his eyes that has you fluttering down to the very pit of your stomach. 

you gnaw on your bottom lip as sae takes a bit longer to finally give you a reply. “the only mingling i’ll be doing today is the one that involves you and me,” he trails off, stopping for a brief second to glance down at your mouth. “... in bed.”

your breath stutters in your chest at his words. sae continues to stare down at you, as if waiting for you to cave in to his spell. a beat of silence passes. suddenly remembering a small, trivial detail, you then lean back more comfortably against the door before tipping your chin up at him.

“you know… relationships should be a two-way street,” you start, casually looking around the hall before subtly nudging one of your feet against his; the one where the straps on your heel are coincidentally loose. “i help you, and you help me.” you smile at him, eyes vivid and innocent as a doe.

two can play at this game.

raising his brow in suspicion at your overly saccharine tone, he takes a slight glimpse below before mildly rolling his eyes as he realizes what you’re insinuating. sae doesn’t back away from the close proximity as he murmurs against the minimal space between you two, “what? do you want me on my knees for you, amor?”

you ignore the shivers on your back at the way the raspy timbre of his voice curls on the petname, shrugging your shoulders in nonchalance.

for a second there, you’d thought that he wouldn’t go along with your schemes, but then you feel his hands settling on your hips before he eventually lowers down… down… and down, his touch slowly and torturously trailing along the side of your thighs while he keeps his gaze focused on you.

you’d almost failed to hold in the shameless whimper that threatens to spill from your mouth, desire licking at every little nerve inside of you at the sight.

and how could you not? seeing a proud, primarily arrogant man being eased down to the floor on his knees, looking up at you like you’re the only thing he has ever yearned and ached for in all his life. such immense satisfaction swells in your chest.

barely holding in the urge, you sift your fingers through his hair, gently scratching at his scalp with your nails before you pull. a small smirk tugs at the corner of your lips as you purr, “good boy.”

sae curses, groaning deep in his throat, “fuck– you little minx.”

the next few minutes go by in a blur of gasping breaths and hungry licks, courtesy of him staying on his knees like you’d wished for as he makes you struggle standing on your own two feet, the thought of returning to the event now instantly thrown out of the window.

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chat if you’re not into heels, imagine you’re wearing sneakers instead (atrocious ik but i’ve done it before and i kinda slayed the fit, funnily enough shfhsdh) so he’d be helping u with the shoelaces lol - a bit inspired from a tt i saw a few days ago :>

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[star-suh]

Party Sucker

Song Mingi x Male Reader

cw: multiple rounds implied.

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yn was already feeling the alcohol kicking in into his system, he just took a cocktail with lots of alcohol, the warming sensation caused by the liquid going down between his legs. he went to the bathroom trying to hide his notorious bulge, arriving at the place and closing the door but forgetting to lock it. he takes off his pants and starts stroking his erect member, using his spit as some sort of lube.

the stimulation took over his drunk mind, tears started to form and rolled down his eyes. the music was so loud and he was so focused on masturbating that he didn't hear the door opening. “jesus fucking christ” the unknown person gasped watching the other dude, “holy shit” yn jumps in surprise trying to hide his dick, when he was about to leave a hand stops him to do it, he turns to look and there he realizes that it was the song mingi, the jock of the school just saw him rubbing one out.

“the fuck you’re doing here, pervert?” he questioned, million of embarrassing scenarios crossed yn’s mind, he saw his image being shattered by pieces and being labeled as the pervert of the school. he hasn’t realized yet but he didn’t wipe his tears when he faced mingi, unbeknownst to him it turned the jock on. “oh shush don’t cry” mingi comforted him but yn was caught off-guard he wasn’t crying for that. mingi wipe his tears with his thumb and licked them “these tears got me so hard boy, you don’t know how much i enjoy seeing my fucktoys cry” he pushed yn down to make him sit on his knees “open up” he used his thumb to push his jaw down. he unzipped his pants and let out his cock, slapping it against yn’s face “do a good job”. yn licked the tip and then the shaft “that’s right all the way to the base, take it all”. mingi was thick and long, causing yn's gag reflexes made more tears to pool on his eyes, “so pretty” mingi murmured. “this is making my cock rock hard” he pulls out and wipe the tears with his precum soaked tip.

“you were made for this. i wonder how many cocks have you sucked” mingi grabbed yn by the back of his neck and fastened his pace, “is this why you were here, pervert? waiting for a cock that needed to be sucked to do it?” mingi keeps degrading yn while focusing to go deeper inside his tight throat, “fucking cockwhore”.

mingi’s heavy balls slapped againts yn’s chin, “look at you touching yourself while sucking a stranger’s cock, disgusting”he adds. when yn tried to talk back mingi forced his dick deeper inside him “fleshlights don’t talk” he says while slapping yn’s left cheek.

at this point yn was cock drunk. mingi pulled out his cock and rubbed it against yn’s lips and face, “tell me how much you want this cock”, “i want it so much please” he replied. “that’s not convincing” mingi said, “please just fuck my face, bury your cock in my throat and flood it with cum”. mingi cockily smiled, his ego swollen now, “don’t cum unless i told you” he put his dick back on his mouth and thrusted on it while yn kept stroking his dick but stopping when he feels he’s gonna cum.

“oh god” mingi growled, “faster, fuck go faster” he demanded. “oh fuck. oh fuck. oh fuck” he kept repeating those words until familiar ones echoed in yn’s ears “i’m cumming, cum with me”.

yn spilled his sperm on the bathroom’s floor while mingi emptied his load down his throat “that’s it pervert, swallow it all” he spoke accompanied by moans while riding his high. “good job, now let go of my dick” he pulls out while resting against the counter feeling a bit weak after the blowjob session. “look at the mess you made slut.. but you were such a good toy” mingi praised him one last time before going out of the bathroom.

“you must know where my dorm is, met me there before the end of the night if you wanna get used like a real fuck toy” and just like that mingi left…

yn’s head was buried in between some pillows while mingi drilled him, his cock going in and out of yn. “fuck this hole is so tight” he said “probably the tightest bitch i ever fucked”. mingi made sure to rearrange yn's insides, paint them in white and then churn it again with his thick meat, “you're like my fleshlight now. taking load after load without complaining. you were made for this”.

the sunlight made its way through the dorm curtains, the warm rays caressing yn's face and mingi's dick that was being taken care of with the other's mouth. yn swallowed every inch, hollowing his cheeks so the suction was stronger. “fuck keep doing that and i'll cum right now”. “that's it bro, yeah~” he praises shooting his last load on yn's face, his sperm landing on the other's hair, eyes, cheeks and mouth, “did i do a good job?” yn asked with doe eyes while rubbing the tip on his lips as if it was some kind of lipstick, “yes, you took it like a champ” mingi praised slapping his shaft on the other's cheek.

[jjsloverre]

my love- j.m

bsf!jj x sweetheart!reader

in which… bsf!jj runs to you when him and his dad get into another physical fight. (not proofread)

warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of blood, mentions of bruises, mentions of cuts, mentions of fighting

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“mama.. please pick up the phone i need you.. please princess i need you..!” jj screamed through the phone. you finally picked up his frantic calls with your sleepy voice. “hi jayj, what’s up?”

you could hear his dad screaming at him and things breaking in the background. you instantly shot up, realizing what the call might be for. you put some sweatpants on with a random shirt you took from jj’s closet. “jj? listen to me what’s going on?”

he whimpered through the phone call. “m-my dad.. fuck baby my dad.. it’s bad- it’s bad this time.. please- come get me?” you didn’t need to be told twice. you snuck out your window and walked to jj’s house. “stay on the phone okay? i’m coming.”

“okay..” he said with a shaking voice. “how about we talk about something different yeah? what do you want for dinner tonight?”

you could tell he was forcing his voice to not come out shaking. “s-some of that soup shit you make when your sick, i want something warm..” thank goodness you had the things to cook that for him tonight. “your wish is my command love bug. pot roast it is!”

“that’s what it’s called?” he asked. “yeah.”

“how far are you?”

“not far, about two minutes.”

“you walk really fast.” you giggled. “you said you needed me, why wouldn’t i be fast?”

“you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me- not that i think of you as an object but-“ you cut him off. “i know what you mean jj and it’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

“can you- clean me up? like the cuts and shit? i don’t wanna bleed all over your room.”

“course i can, i was gonna do that anyway. we can shower together too.”

“fuck yeah, exactly what i need… can i spend the night?” jj asked, even though he knew the answer to that question. “you were spending the night anyway jayj. now come outside, i’m here.” you say. “don’t hang up til you see me please?” jj pleaded. “alright love.”

time skip…

“jeez jj.. this is bad- what happened?” i said as i wiped all the blood that was smeared on his face. i stripped him naked as he spoke. “he found out about the money, that i spent on that dumbass hot tub. we argued, got physical and that deadbeat beat my fuckin’ brains in.”

“next time ask me for money, i don’t care about the price or nothing, i don’t want you to get hurt like this anymore okay?” he nodded as you cleaned his face. “yes ma’am. will you still get in the shower with me?”

“yeah i will. cmon.”

as we got in the shower, i let jj cry into my neck as i wash off the blood that stained his beautiful body. he was so fragile. the best friend that never deserved to get hurt. the best friend that would protect you with his life and you’d do everything to protect him from his pain.

“fuck.. it hurts so much… he almost killed me- i almost killed him…”

“shhh, none of that now okay? let’s get you into bed, and i’ll bring you a bowl of pot roast. turn the tv on and watch something.” he nodded and stepped out the shower. i gave him some clothes that he usually leaves over just in case something like this happens.

“here you go, i’ll be right back.” he got up to give me a quick kiss to my lips. “what was that for?” i asked surprised, but not complaining- not at all whatsoever. “just want to, i dunno thank you for coming to get me and taking care of me.. i love you for this.”

“no need to thank me, and i love you too.” you walk out the room with two bowls, you come back up to your room and hand him a bowl. “here you go! i have some water up here for us too.”

he cuddled into your chest as you both ate. once he devoured his bowl, you set it down on the dresser and look at him, really look at your best friend, he was so precious, like an angel.

“can i kiss you?” he asked softly. “yeah you can.” with that, we shared a deep passionate kiss. “i love you mama- i love you so fuckin’ much..” you both finally break the kiss. “i love you too, cmon lay down.” he laid down on your chest, rubbing your stomach until you also fell asleep. “goodnight jayj.”

“goodnight my beautiful best friend.”

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-a/n: idc i LOVEDDDD writing this, also 2 fics one day? hell yea !

more bsf!jj x sweetheart!reader here

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[puckinghischier]

I’m deprived from domestic/soft Nico thoughts. Please help me feed my delusions 💭💭💭

so due to the mountain of snow that’s still plaguing where i live, i have a very specific, basic, and lowkey mundane thought about nico being all soft and lovey

maybe it’s the fact i’ve had to walk up and down my half mile driveway the past week just to get to my car and go to work, but the thought of nico shoveling snow for you is making me warm n fuzzy rn

like, he’s so busy. he’s gone all the time, constantly at the rink, playing in games, at the gym, or doing events for the team. but to think about him getting up before you have to be at work, even after he got home from a roadie well into the early hours of the morning, is making me hyperfixate.

because he knows how cold you get and how much you hate getting out of your warm bed on a normal day, much less when you have to get up earlier to allot time for scraping and defrosting your car. so even if he only crawled into bed with you a couple of hours ago, he’s up and outside before your alarm—which he reset back to your normal time—goes off.

he bundles up and grabs the ‘snow broom’ that stays perched outside for occasions like this, and gets to work. first he shovels a small path to your car, making sure your feet stay warm and dry in the snow boots he bought you last christmas. then he starts brushing off every bit of snow he can off of your car, starting it and letting the inside warm up while he works.

after he gets every flake of snow he can off, he turns your seat warmer on high and heads back inside. he gets to work brewing your coffee—no matter how crazy he thinks you are for drinking it iced in this weather—and making a quick breakfast for you to eat on the run. he’s halfway through achieving the perfect fried egg to go on top of your bagel when he hears your shrieks, feet thumping towards him.

“nico! i’m gonna be late! my alarm didn’t go off on time m! i have to go clean my car off. oh my god i’m soooo gonna get in trouble!”

you come into view, covered in only a t-shirt (nico’s) and otherwise bare legs, stumbling as you try to slip a boot on one foot while balanced on the other.

“you gonna go outside like that, müsli?” he smirks, looking at you over his shoulder, not wanting to mess up his egg masterpiece.

you look down, almost like you’d forgotten you weren’t wearing pants, then back up at him.

“why are you awake?” you suddenly remember his late arrival, rolling over long enough to give him a kiss and snuggle into his warmth before slipping back into oblivion last night.

nico turns the stove off, slipping his perfect egg right on top of the plate on the counter next to him before turning to look at you.

“thought i’d be a nice boyfriend today and clean your car off before you got up. should be nice and warm for you by now,” he beams, loving how frazzled you look in his clothes. the toaster dings, throwing the bagel inside into view, stealing his attention. “oh, and i almost have your breakfast ready. your coffee, too.”

you watch him in awe as he walks over to grab the heated bread out of the toaster, spreading butter on both pieces before laying half of a perfectly cut avocado on one side. he grabs the plate with the most delicious looking fried egg on top of it and slides the egg right off onto the bagel, salt and peppering it before placing the other half of the bagel on top, completing the sandwich.

he turns to you with a smile, amused at the expression of surprise on your face.

“better hurry and go get dressed. don’t want you to be late, now, do we?” he winks, wrapping your breakfast sandwich in aluminum foil to conserve some of its heat.

once the sandwich is securely wrapped and set aside, he walks over to your frozen figure, placing a finger under your chin to tilt your face up to his as he looks down at you.

“i love you, you know that? every day. all the time. forever and ever,” he repeats the phrase you two share anytime he leaves to go out of town, placing a delicate, loving kiss to your lips.

you still haven’t spoken a word, too consumed with him and your shock at how you ended up with someone like him, when he places his hand on your shoulders, turning your body around to face the hallway you just came from. you don’t expect the smack to your ass that comes, jolting you forward slightly, forcing you to take a few steps paired with the small push from nico at the same time.

“go on now, woman. go get dressed. your coffee will be waiting when you get done.”

you turn around to give him a middle finger, but the moony, lovesick smile on your face as you retreat back to your bedroom, the fading sound of nico’s laughter ringing through your ears, reveals how you really feel about the god-send of a man standing in your kitchen.

[sugarwarachan]

title: better than most to say the least

pairing: dabi x reader (also on ao3)

wc: oops this is almost 3k

CWs: soulmate!au, fem!reader, slight angst if you squint, no condoms used (wrap it up in real life yall), Dabi's a little mean, reader's a little into it, the unbearable burden of being seen, i haven't written fic in years be gentle

Dabi doesn’t care about much. You can’t in the sort of world he inhabits. It’s much easier to scorch the earth behind you than to plan for good things to come. So he’s furious when he hears your voice, a real soft and low number, like a siren out in the fucking fog, say, “That’ll be ¥500.”

His brother laughed when the soul mark activated; even at the age of three, he’d known just how mundane the words were. Part of him had laughed as well; maybe you and he would laugh about it, too, when you met. The laughter died in his throat when he saw his father’s disapproving face.

He looks down at the packaged onigiri in something like disbelief. Your face is starting to express apprehension. He still hasn’t said anything, and it doesn’t even look like he’ll pay. He’s not surprised you’re weirded out, and fuck, something is pressing against his chest, like a buoy rising up, pulling him to the surface so he can finally suck down oxygen.

He feels fucking free, giddy with it. You’re real. He never once imagined you would be.

The grin that cracks his face must look a touch maniacal because your eyes widen, and he watches you press yourself against the counter as he says, “Well, ain’t you a sight for sore eyes, princess?”

He’s not all that pleasant to look at.

You know that’s not a nice thing to think, especially about your soul mate, but you can’t help that your first thought upon seeing the guy was holy fucking shit what happened to you?

A moment ago, he was glaring at you, and now he’s radiating a nervous energy that puts you on edge. It’s like he thinks you’ll disappear the moment he takes his eyes off you.

You’re no criminal, but you’re no hero, either. You’ve got a quirk that makes most people wary of you, so your nonsense detector is finely tuned, and fuck, your soul mate is definitely the kind of dude who ends up on the other side of those hero compilations your coworker streams on her lunch break.

“Not done talking to me, are you?” He pouts, pushing out his lips and pulling at the staples in his face. His voice is nice. It relaxes you somehow, even when every nerve in your body is shrieking in alarm.

“Where’s yours?”

This throws him. A part of you doesn’t like forcing his hand like this, but another part of you thinks this could be a really convenient trap.

“Your soul mark?” You tap the side of your wrist. “Mine’s along the radial bone.”

He reaches over the till to grab your arm, pulling you closer. You yelp in protest. His touch is hot, familiar. You’re grateful no one else is in the store right now. Explaining this to yourself is going to be enough of a hassle later on.

There’s a menace in his voice when he addresses you. “You think I’m a liar?”

You don’t, actually. Even without the soul mark you would take this man at his word.

“No. But you’ve been in here a whole lot, and I’m a naturally suspicious person. So, pony up and show me.”

You’ve gotta be smart about this. Heroes and villains alike would do a lot to get a person with your quirk on their side, and you’re not so naïve as to think that soul marks can’t be discovered and used against you.  

He grins, and you feel it like a twist to the gut. This guy might actually kill you; you don’t really know. But something—the little bond between the tug of you that threaded your lives together the moment he opened his mouth—is already tugging at your brain for answers, for knowledge, all to better assemble who your soulmate is.

“We’ve gotta go somewhere safe for me to do that, doll.” He leers at you, and you wonder if he’s trying to intimidate, trying to imprint on your brain that, yes, he is, in fact, dangerous. “You’re just gonna have to take my word for it.”

Fat fucking chance.

You don’t take him at his word. You call him every name he’s ever heard and then some, and then you close your eyes and hum, and a feeling like sugared caramel slides into his head. Fuck is he floating? he thinks before he crumples to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

When he comes to, his head is splitting. He’s sitting in what he assumes is the store’s backroom, judging by the shelves lined with cleaning products. You’re on a crate watching him with an annoyed expression, lips kicked out in a pout. It draws attention to the fullness of your lower lip. He tries not to notice.

“You could have just shown me,” you grouse.

“And miss out on the chance to have you hit me with your quirk? What kind of masochist would I be then?”

He doesn’t know what you’re doing as a cashier, but it’s safe to say you’re hiding. He has no idea what you did to him, but just before he’d knocked out, he remembered the first time he mastered the flames, that sticky-sweet feeling of hope in his chest. He has no idea how you managed to dig that out after all these years.

You shrug, ignoring him.

“Too good to fucking explain?” he snaps.

You saw something vulnerable, so personal that not even the league knows he has those thoughts, those memories. If he could scrub them from your brain, he would.

“I can make you dream,” you snap back. “When I was a kid, I used to spend a lot of time in my own head. It worried my parents. They got me tested because they thought I was quirkless. The doctor said I had a minor empathy quirk. Nothing to worry about. What kid wouldn’t want the advantage of knowing how others feel?”

You clench your hands.

“I didn’t know if I could implant a dream into someone’s head, but I spun that dream the night before, and my parents were never the wiser. Up until the day they died, they never knew I’d planned out that scenario already and made that man lie to them.”

He’s floored. He can’t believe you’re willingly offering up such valuable information to him. What would Shigaraki do with you, he wonders, before a violent pain follows the thought. No, Shigaraki isn’t getting his hands on you. He doesn’t exactly know what happens to the things that kid collects for his master.

“Not at the top of the list for hero candidates?”

Your lips pull back in a sneer before you realize. You’re bad at hiding your feelings, he realizes, something that makes him feel oddly protective. You’ll need to get better at that.

He turns his hands out, palms up. A thin blue flame erupts. You jump, but your eyes don’t leave his.

“We’re gonna need to move, sweets. Neither one of us is exactly hero material.”

He takes you to a sorry excuse for a safe house because it’s just some guy on vacation who was stupid enough to leave a spare key behind, but it works in a pinch. He can’t take you to the league just yet. He already barely knows you, and there he would have to split your time with everyone else.

You’re standing in the doorway like a spooked animal. That you agreed to come is shocking in itself, but then again, he would have followed you into a coffin if you asked it of him. Maybe there was something to those soul mate stories Toga pretended not to read after all. He thought the whole bond thing was exaggerated, but maybe not.

He clenches his jaw and grabs a beer from the fridge.

“I’m not gonna fucking hurt you. You can take the bedroom,” he says, even though he wants you to sit next to him, to look at him, to share something again the way you had in the storeroom. But you’re already shuffling away, and before he knows it, the door shuts with a click, and he’s alone in the dark.

Confirmed villain.

It took you all of two seconds to search the web for League of Villains and/or criminal activity across the country, and bam, there he is, menacing even in blurry camera footage.

You stare up at the ceiling and wonder if you should be horrified at yourself that this confirmation changes nothing. He’s just your soulmate, for better or for worse.

And you’re a coward for sitting in here rather than performing the simple task of sharing a drink with him.

The blue glow of the television lights up the living room. He’s moved to the couch, long legs spread open, arms resting along the back. Desire drops low in your stomach at the sight, an almost innate need flashing in your body to climb into his lap.

He catches your eye and smirks like he can read your thoughts. You blush furiously. “Did you realize hiding doesn’t solve shit?”

“Shut up,” you retort, like a child, which makes him laugh. It’s a nice laugh. A little subdued, you think, but warm, hard-won. You don’t imagine he laughs often.

When you settle down next to him, he seems to barely register, but something in you knows he’s pleased. You curl toward the feeling like a cat seeking a sunbeam.  

“Really, though. What made you come out?”

Looking him in the eye is a mistake. He has beautiful eyes, a cerulean blue that puts the sky to shame.

“I don’t like running from things,” you manage. You were wrong to think he wasn’t pretty. “What’s your name?”

He snorts. “You’ve gotta know it, doll, didn’t you spend ten minutes in there panic-searching for violent crime?”

You can’t help but roll your eyes. “Call me old-fashioned, but I’d still like to be introduced.”

“It’s Dabi.”

You raise a brow. “That’s it?”

“For now. I’ll tell you the real one later, okay?”

“Fine.”

He’s watching compilation videos of pro heroes, the footage flickering on the walls around you.

“This is what you do in your spare time?”

He shrugs. “Just what was on.”

You don’t believe that for a second, but it’s fine, because you’re a liar, too. You’d do anything to avoid painful topics, like the possibility that your soulmate already has plans outside of you that you won’t be able to change.

“You know, your words used to get me in a lot of trouble,” you say, to get you back into familiar territory.

He smiles, like that pleases him. You bet it does.

“Oh yeah? What sort of trouble?”

“Just the usual. Your soulmate has a potty mouth, your soul mate’s probably a villain…”

His shoulder tenses against you. You don’t remember scooting closer, but the sheer fucking heat of him is searing into your skin.

You want him. If you’re being honest, you’ve probably wanted him since he first appeared in the store. The part of you that doesn’t exactly abide by societal standards saw a kindred flame in him.

“That sort of thing used to bother me when I was a kid, I guess. But the older I got, the more I realized how much I liked them.”

Your hands ache to touch him. His thigh tenses alongside yours.

“What do you like about them now?” he asks.

You have a whole slew of thoughts in your head about them, the characteristics you assumed based on one little question, but for now all you can say is, “That you finally said them.”

He doesn’t know who moves first.

You tumble into his lap inelegantly, but he doesn’t care; he wants you closer. He’s wanted you closer since he arrived at this shitty studio apartment, has been trying to rein in the overwhelming feeling of possession swarming under his skin, but he wants.

He's a villain, and he’s never been good at waiting for what he wants.

His hands press into the meat of your hips, and he savors the little gasp you make. He’s hard as iron already and all you’ve done is settle your clothed cunt on top of him.

“You’re already fucking scorching, baby, can feel you through your fucking jeans,” he hisses, dragging you along his thigh. You whimper. “I know, fuck, I know, you’re driving me crazy, too.”

Your hands are everywhere, sliding over his scarred skin like you were born to it, fingers exploring the cool metal of his staples. You’re gentle but also not, and it’s like nothing he’s ever felt in his entire life. You move to kiss him, your hips moving more and more, a desperate noise bubbling up in your throat.

“Please, Dabi, please.” You sound so fucked out, and he hasn’t even touched you all that much. “I wanna kiss you, don’t you wanna kiss me?”

He smirks. A little brat, begging for kisses.

He does want to kiss you, has been staring at the plushness of your lips for the better part of since he met you, but his mouth aches today.

“It’s okay if you don’t wanna kiss me now,” you’re saying, tongue licking and tasting and sucking at his neck. He bucks against you. “We can feel good in other ways.”

The whimper that comes out of him feels ripped from his soul. His arms cage you closer, one palm snaking up to cup your neck, the other under your shirt.

Neither of you talk as you make quick work of each other’s clothes, discarding them to the floor. He tries not to feel insecure as you take in his body. Over the years, his appearance is as much a part of him as his past. He can’t shed either, no matter how much he might want to.

“I’m sorry I didn’t think you were pretty at first.”

You look so devastated that he can’t help but laugh.

“I don’t fucking care,” he says, pulling you to him and kissing you despite how much his lips ache, because fuck, he has someone, finally, and he’s so glad it’s you. “Just want you.”

He punctuates this by cupping your bare pussy with his hand. Just from grinding on him earlier, you’re slippery and warm, and his fingers part your folds easily. You sigh into his mouth as he rubs the pad of his thumb around the sides of your clit, huffing a laugh when your hips buck for more.

“Getting desperate for it, huh?”

“Fuck you,” you grit out. “Just fucking touch me –" you roll your hips forward – “like you fucking mean it.”

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll have you dumb on my cock before long.”

“Big fucking talk for a man who hasn’t even – “

He cuts you off by stuffing your pussy with two of his fingers, the stretch of it making you whine. You can feel the cool metal in the staples at the heel of his hand as he strokes, in and out, a steady and rough rhythm that feels impossibly good for it to just be fucking fingering.

“No one ever made you feel this way?” You can hear the smirk in his voice without even seeing him. Splayed out on his lap like this, your tits bouncing as you shift your body closer to him, you bet you look like a fucking mess. But you don’t care, because he's right, no one has ever made you feel like this, and it’s important to you that he feels just as fucking good.

His cock curves along his stomach, weeping pre-cum and jerking up whenever your voice hitches. You think it’s so hot, how in tune he already is with you, how much he wants to please you, that you grab him in the palm of your hand and stroke, relishing the groan that rumbles in his throat.

“No one ever made you feel this way?” you taunt. His eyes flash, and before you know it, you’re both on the ground, his hips slotting in between your legs and his cock notching up at your entrance. He looks up at you, pupils blown, chest heaving.

“If you don’t fuck me right now I’ll fucking murder you –"

He cuts you off with one quick rock of his hips. You burn at the stretch. He’s big, and it’s been a while, but he’s already moving before you have time to process that little blip of pain before the pleasure is overwhelming you. You squeal when he lifts your hips up, but it’s just to slip a pillow under you before he’s manhandling your hips and fucking into you like a man possessed.

His breath is hot against your ear, whispering a litany of confessions while he drags his cock in and out. It’s so purposeful, you feel every stroke of him in your fucking skull. His pubic bone grinds against your clit with every thrust, and before you know it, you’re chanting praises, begging him to let you come.

He knows the neighbors will complain, that the safe house is absolutely busted, but he can’t fucking care, because your perfect little cunt is squeezing him like a vice, and your eyes are so blissful as you come that he feels, finally, at peace.

“That’s it, princess,” he says as your orgasm shatters through you. “Make a fucking mess, just for me, god yes –"

He comes so hard that his vision whites out. All he can feel and hear and see and think is you.

He collapses on top of you, nosing at the baby hairs damp with sweat along your neck. He smiles. Maybe later he’ll take you to a bed and tell you his real name.

[pandapetals]

hii!! i thought maybe you could do a little oneshot of logan giving reader a massage?? thanks :p

Hi! I love this. How could I not.

logan howlett x fem!reader - fluff, playful banter, logan giving a massage, no y/n used, no reader description

“I’m fine,” you said for what felt like the hundredth time, though the fifth roll of your shoulder betrayed you. The stiffness refused to let up, sending another sharp twinge of discomfort down your back. You winced but quickly masked it with a sigh. “I just slept wrong, that’s all.”

Logan cocked an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching like he was debating whether to smirk or argue. “Uh-huh.”

You shot him a glare. 

“You don’t look great pretending you’re not in pain,” he shot back, his gravelly voice tinged with exasperation. Before you could protest, he was on his feet, crossing the room with that unhurried, predatory ease he always carried. He plucked the book you were holding right out of your hands and tossed it onto the coffee table, ignoring your indignant squeal.

“Logan—”

“Sit,” he commanded, his tone brooking no argument as he gently but firmly steered you toward the sofa. “And don’t start with the stubborn routine. You’ve been wincing all damn morning, and it’s startin’ to make me twitchy.”

“I wasn’t wincing!”

“You winced every time you reached for your coffee,” he deadpanned, nodding toward the mug on the table. “And don’t get me started on the sound you made when you dropped your phone. What was that, a squeak or a groan? Sounded like a distressed squirrel.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that, though you tried to smother it with a scowl. “Fine, fine. You win. Happy?”

“Ecstatic,” he said dryly, but his expression softened as he sat down behind you. His large hands settled on your shoulders, the weight of them warm and grounding. “Now relax, or this ain’t gonna work.”

You tried to relax, really, but the moment his thumbs pressed into the knot near your shoulder blade, your breath hitched. “Ow, okay, that’s—ow—Logan!”

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he drawled, not sounding remotely sorry as his thumbs worked deeper into the knot. “Guess I’m not as gentle as a spa masseuse. But hey, they don’t come with claws, so you’re still gettin’ the better deal.”

“Debatable,” you muttered, though the tension in your voice softened as his hands moved with practiced precision. The roughness of his palms was offset by the surprising care in his touch, strong enough to work out the knots but never crossing into actual pain. The sharp sting melted into warm, almost pleasant. You exhaled slowly, letting your head tilt forward as he worked.

“See? Told ya you were wound up,” he said, his voice quieter, almost soothing. “What’d you do, sleep on a bed of rocks?”

“It’s called side-sleeping,” you mumbled. 

“Yeah, well, you ain’t meant to twist yourself into a pretzel while you sleep.” His hands shifted, his knuckles brushing against the back of your neck as he started working down the curve of your spine. “Next time, maybe don’t fight me when I tell ya to stretch after training.”

“Next time, maybe don’t spar like you’re trying to kill me.”

“That was me going easy on ya,” he teased, the low rumble of his laugh vibrating against your back. “Admit it, you’d miss me if I wasn’t around to kick your ass.”

You cracked a grin despite yourself. “I’d miss you if you didn’t know how to give a killer massage, that’s for sure.”

He snorted, his hands pausing as if to consider whether to keep going or make you regret the quip. Finally, he gave your shoulder one last firm squeeze, his fingers lingering just a second longer than necessary.

“Good as new,” he said, leaning back and folding his arms over his chest. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

You rolled your shoulder experimentally, surprised at how much lighter it felt. “Okay, okay, fine. Thank you, Logan.”

“Damn right.” He grinned, leaning forward to ruffle your hair before you could stop him. “Now quit makin’ that face before it sticks, or I’ll really give ya somethin’ to wince about.”

[urno1luv]

Loved the fanfic of Sub!Giselle! 💜

Can you make a part two author nim, but make it longer?? Pleasee??

But no pressure! Take your time and have a break author nim!! Love youu 💜🫶

i didn't expect so many ppl to see my work omg...🫣but ofc!! i think this might be the only sub idol thing i write bc it took so long to get out of that mindset myself😭😭hope u like this ♡

part 1 for anyone who missed it, but it's also a standalone so it doesn't matter which order u read it in <3

tags: this is actually a very cute fic if you ignore the sex, sub gigi, bratty gigi, sexually frustrated gigi, sex(🤩), pussy eating (both recieving), face sitting, gigi has pierced nipples, mommy kink, ass slapping (gigi recieving)

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Living with your girlfriend was a test of patience you were constantly failing. It wasn’t just that she was bratty—it was the artistry behind her annoyance. She made being difficult seem like a sport, and you were her unlucky opponent. Gigi loved you very much, but sometimes you couldn't help but think she did this to rile you up on purpose. The reason for this? You would find out soon enough <33

"Can you not breathe so loud?" she asked one morning, flipping through her phone at the breakfast table.

You paused mid-chew, glaring at her. "I’m eating cereal."

"And I’m eating in peace—or I was," she snapped, taking a delicate sip of her iced Americano, which she’d made you buy because "I just can't function without caffeine."

She left dishes in the sink like a declaration of war. “I’m giving you a chance to prove your cleaning skills,” she said with a smirk when you confronted her, her lacy bra strap slipping down her pale shoulder. It was almost like she did that just for your attention...

“Giselle, you’re literally standing next to the dishwasher.”

“Yeah, but my nails are wet,” she whined, holding up perfectly dry, manicured fingers. “You’re welcome for the visual.”

And don’t get started on her shopping habits. Packages arrived daily, piling up at the door like a shrine to her online shopping addiction. One time, she ordered a $200 sweater and wore it ONCE.

“Why didn’t you return it if you didn’t like it?” you asked, baffled.

“Because the hassle is too much. I dont have time for that. Im a busy woman,” she purred, draped across the couch, in an inviting manner.

If you so much as hinted at getting frustrated, she doubled down. “Aww, is living with me too much for you?” she teased one night, stealing the last slice of pizza you’d specifically saved for yourself. “Poor thing.”

But the worst was how she always needed the last word. Arguments with her were unwinnable, because no matter what, she’d throw out a smug, “You’re just mad that I’m fucking right,” and leave the room, huffing.

Some days you wondered why you hadn’t packed your bags yet. But then she’d do something annoyingly cute, like poke her head into your room at 3 a.m., blanket wrapped around her shoulders.

“I can’t sleep. Wanna watch something?”

You sighed, and begrudgingly made space for your girlfriend. God, she knew how to make you stop being mad at her so easily, and all she had to do was flash a smile in your direction.

She removed her blanket to reveal a silky lingerie set, in a colour matching her beautiful hair. She crawled over to sit on your lap, her sultry gaze meeting your surprised one. "Put a show on already," she whined, "accidentally" grinding on you.

You realised just then, as you grabbed the remote that Giselle was frustrated because you didn't fuck her for 2 days (a new record for your little slut). Oh, you didn't realise how much fun u were gonna have with her <33

An hour passed, and you forgot just how annoying your girlfriend was. Only 15 minutes were spent watching the movie, the other 45 spent arguing with Aeri over the smallest stuff. How you sat, how your room looked, how bad the movie you chose was, and you've just about had it with her.

Your hand snaked up her back, as she yapped, and tightened, before flipping her over so that she was face down into the mattress. A small yelp was heard, but you didn't care. This brat was gonna pay.

Youre both in the middle of the bed, and you dragged Aeri by her hair so that she rested her head on the pillow instead. She moaned at the sharp pain in her scalp, the sound so lewd and pornographic. "Baby, if you wanted to get fucked so bad, just fucking ask, okay? Don't piss me off, I'm not a patient person," you snarled at her.

Her pussy clenched at your tone of voice, back arching into you. Within minutes, you had her ass up and her hands tied behind her back, with one of your hands roughly gripping her hip, holding her down, the other pushing her head down into the pillow as you thrust the dark strap inside of her dripping cunt. You slapped her ass a few times, the flesh jiggling, her guttural moans escaping her mouth. The muffled cries and moans sounded like music to your ears, bringing you both closer to your edge, but you weren't gonna let Giselle off. No, not yet.

You removed the strap and threw it aside, and she groaned loudly at the action. "What the fuck are you- a-ah.." You slapped her before she could even complain, and told her that if she doesn't make you cum in the next 5 minutes, she's not gonna cum at all tonight. The threat of Aeri's pleasure being taken away had her scrambling, her lips connecting to you clit, and the moans you were letting out had her encouraged.

"F- fuck... that's a good g-girl..." You gasped, pushing Gigi's head into your pussy. Hearing your praises got her dripping again, and she sighed into your cunt, the action bringing you closer and closer to your climax.

Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, and you screamed out loud, thighs closing like an oyster around your beloved pearl, Aeri, who whined as she tasted your sweet essence, pleased to have made her girl happy. "My turn, please, mommy? I've been s'good to you..." You obliged, already losing your anger.

"Come here, Gigi," you softly murmured, and she obeyed, eagerly pushing you down, her pussy hovering above your face. You wrapped your hands around her plush thighs, pulling her so that her full body weight rested on your face. She immediately started grinding, and you plunged your tongue into her, swirling inside of her warm, pussy.

While sucking on her clit, your reached up to twist her pierced nipples, and Giselle threw back her head, squealing, reaching her high withing seconds, squirting all over your face. "M-mommy.... h-hah..." Aeri's body twitched, and she slumped beside you, completely fucked out.

Shakily, you got up and started to run water in the bath, before coming back to nuzzle into her neck. Giselle reciprocated, her arms wrapping around you, holding you closer.

Although she could be too much, you wouldn't trade her for the world.

[maenoakasuna]

{ All For Us } Part IV Part I - Part II - Part III

This chapter is shorter than the others, i’m sorry, but I really wanted to focus on reader and Thanos feelings, relations, sensations and writhe a beautiful Smut, not just straight up porn.

It gonna my first F U L L Smut in English, so i’m really sorry for 100% bilingual person who gonna read this, but iI swear I did my best. I red a lot of smut before or have dark romance Book at home, so Im not new to this i’m just new to writhe it 😂

If you are not comfortable With Smut, You can Skip the entire Chapter cause it will mostly be it. Sorry not sorry

I hope you will Enjoy it cause not gonna Lie, even if I L O V E smut, I always feel weird to writhe ones.

TW : Smut - P in V - Bitting - Praise kink - Cunni - Thanos behing fucking hot and adorable. Idk for real. it's a fucking smut, figure it out

TagList : @private-vampire @rafesbunniebby @ultracoolnobody @chxrrybomb22

You stayed silent at his question, squeezing tighter your arms as your eyes looked away from his insistent look. You didn’t want to talk about any of this, not here, not now. You wasn’t ready. You weren't ready to talk about your fear, your anxiety, your stress, not ready to talk about the baby and every feeling you have. You weren't ready to face reality. 

You could feel your eyes getting wet, your vision blurring as your body started to shake. Your mouth opened up, you tried to answer, but nothing came out.

You could hear Thanos get closer to you by the sound of the wet floor under your feets. The more step he made to you, the more your heart raced in your chest.

«-I’m sorry.»

That’s all you managed to say. Your voice was a shaking mess. Anxiety started to rush more and more through your veins, insanely going to your brain and making it more fuzzy. You didn’t know why you were sorry. That’s not the thing you wanted to say, but you feared Thanos' anger and you didn’t want to make him mad. 

His silence stressed you more and His step got closer to you.

«-I didn’t know what to do, I never planned any of this. It just happened and I couldn’t just get rid of the kid. What happened is not his fault. I- »

You were cut By Thanos Lips on yours as his large hands cupped your face. You were caught by  surprise by this attention, but it made you feel your stress vanish as soon as you felt him. His lips, his touch, his warmth, all of this made you feel safe. 

Thanos kiss was passionate, eager for you. You don’t remember the last time he kissed you like this. You were still mad about him for what he'd done to you, but right now you couldn’t care less. You needed him probably as much as he Needed you.

Your arms slid around his neck, you fingers lost themself in his purple hair as you answered to his kiss with the same passion, you had missed this feeling that only he can make you feel.

Your lips spread a little bit to let your boyfriend’s tongue pass between them to come meet up with his twin. Your tongues started to dance a beautiful tango of passion. 

Thano’s hands, who were now on your Hips, pressed you more against the cold wall behind you, making you moan through the kiss under the icy effect.

You didn’t realize how much you needed to breathe until Thanos pulled away from your lips, leaving you with flushed cheeks, swollen Lips and a strong need between your legs.

«-Fuck.. »

He whipped out some saliva on his lips, looking at you with the same desir in his eyes as you have for him.

«-Did I already told You how beautiful you are when you look like this. »

You looked away, embarrassed and covered your body with your arms. You completely forgot for a moment that you were Naked. Thanos rooming over your body and stops at your small belly before gently putting his hand on it, making you shiver.

«-I should have been there when you got the news. »

He take a little break before his eyes going back to you as his hand on your belly came to take your chin, forcing you to look at him.

«-I know I fucked up, but I want to be there for you and for our baby. »

‘’ Our ‘’ Baby. It was the word who made you flinch. Your weakness all exposed you couldn’t hold your tears anymore and just hugged him. Your face in his chest you start to cry like you never did before. All those feelings could finally break free ; Sadness, fear, happiness. It was a messy mix of everything. Thanos hugged you back and placed his hand on your head.

«-I love You Y/N I always did, even If I never told you. High or Not, you always were on my mind since the day we met. You are the drug I can’t quit.-Fuck You Su-Bong, you should have told me that before…»

You still cried in his arms as he gently caressed your hair.

«-I know. I’m sorry. I’ill Understand if you want me to fuck off and leave You alone, but please don’t push me away from this kid. He’s not even born yet but I already feel like I could kill for that Child...»

You sniff and look up at your Boyfriend who smiled at you.

«-You’re not mad about that ?-About what ? You being pregnant ? How could I ? This is the living proof that I  marked You inside and out, He answered with a Smirk.»

You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling as a little amusing ‘’ gross ‘’ came out of your mouth.

Thanos gets on his knee in front of you and gently kiss and talk to your little bump. It was adorable, but also pretty hot. 

Your arousal from the kiss was still there, you squeezed your tights to try to calm down, but the image of his lips and tongue between your legs was too hot to be ignored. Your breath started to be a little bit heavier as you put your shaking hand in Thanos' hair.

«-Su-Bong, can You… »

Thanos looked up at you and smiled when he noticed your state.

«-Princess want to be taken care of, hm ? »

His deep voice, his pet name for you, it turned you on more as you nodded at his question.

It didn’t take that long for him to start his magic, first with his fingers, sliding them between your already dripping folds. You spread your legs a little to let him have some space, but he wanted to have the perfect view. Gripping your Tight, he put it on his shoulder, making you blush. 

«-I like to see How wet I can make you »

His fingers slide easily in you, making you gasp. He moved it in and out at a slow pace before his lips came to meet your Clit, sucking it at first before his tongue started to work around. 

Eyes closed you pull on his hair under the sensation of his hot mouth around your sensitive part. It felt more sensitive than it was before, making you moan his name again and again. You had to put your other hand on your mouth to shut you up. Grinting, Thanos stop his work on your clit and bites the skin of your tight, making you scream.

«-Remove that hand or I will bite Harder.-But, the guards will hear everything..»

He bites you again, sucking on your skin as his fingers continue to move in and out. He curled them a little bit when he felt he hitted the good spot. When his teeths let go of your skin, it hurt and you noticed the bruise Thanos had let you. He kisses the painful part before looking at you again.

«-Your hand, Beautiful, he said as a warning.»

You slowly removed your hand which covered your mouth, making him smile.

«-That’s my good girl. »      

Oh gods, you like it so much when he gives you that kind of pet name, when he praises you and he could tell by how hard your inside squeezed his fingers. 

Removing it from inside of you, Thanos gets up and starts to Undress under your hungry eyes. You have seen him more than once but you still feel amazed by how hot he looks. Once he’s naked, he grips your ass and pulls you from the ground and you wrap your hands around his hips as he easily inserts himself in you. 

You felt your inside stretch out and that was simply divine. You took  him like you were made for him. As he feel you clench around him, Thanos let a hungry grunt escape his lips. His forehead placed on your shoulder, he try to focus to not just destroy you.

«-Please… Su-bong, don’t hold back.»

His hands on your ass grip you harder as he pressed your back against the wall before starting to move. The feeling of each other was insanely amazing. Behind moans, growls, slurpy kiss and love bite all over each other’s body, you was both somewhere else where only you two belong, feeling like your soul could escape your body, making only one. Behind pleasure, you felt safe, you felt loved, it was all you needed.

«-I love you »

You managed to moan to thano’s ear as you grip his shoulder a little bite more. You could feel your orgasm coming quickly.

«-I love you too princess, so fucking much.»

He kissed you again as you came undone around him. Moaning trought the kiss. You became more sensitive and since Thanos didn’t stop moving, trusting  faster and harder inside you, You came another time and it Didn’t took long to your partner to do the same. 

You both were breathless, every muscles of your bodies was tired and so do you. You needed sleep and your eyes started to close as you rest your forehead on thanos shoulder.

«-Don’t fall asleep Now, we need to wash ourself before.-Yeah… you’re right.»

Thanos pulled out of you and put you back on your feets. Your legs was shaky, you needed your boyfriend’s help to stand. 

As your partner opened the water, he helped you wash yourself, making you blush.

«-I can do it myself, you know… -You seem tired. Let me help you for this time.»

He gently kiss you and continue his task as you let him do it, but only for this time.

[k1mbe3rly]

I got another request for youuu 😘 ok so hear me out , a Myung-gi and jun- hee threesumn (let's pretend junhee isnt pregnant ok? 👩‍🦲) , so could you do where junhee and f!reader are making out in the bathroom or wtv and Myunggi joins (junhee and him are still ex's but in the heat of the moment junhee didnt really care😶) (idkk , this is so random help) and it turns into rough sex or smth like that with the 3 of them?? Dom!f!reader / switch!Myunggi / sub!junhee

ouu okk prob gonna take me awhileee cause i lowkey brainstorming all day 😩

Is this normal?

warnings: Smut; ⚠️threesome⚠️ , tongue kissing, WLW, WLM, FEM! reader

Lately you’ve been avoiding the both of them, Jun hee and Myung gi. Ever since that little sexual tension thing you had with Jun hee and being caught by myung gi, you kept avoiding them both, when Jun hee infront of you, you quickly walk away or make an excuse to leave. For myung gi you didn’t even talk to him because you don’t know him, so you didn’t care but still felt embarrassed.

It was until you walked to the bathroom, Jun hee watched you as she looked back at Myung gi, He just shrugged as Jun hee rolled her eyes and quickly followed you

After you finished whatever you were doing in the stall, you went to wash your hands, while washing your hands you heard the bathroom open, you ignored it until you turned off the faucet and looked in the mirror seeing Jun hee, “oh god..” you mumbled under your breath. You have her a small bow and tried going around her. She quickly put a hand on your chest to stop you

“Why are you avoiding me?” She simply asked looking into you, you looked at her and looked away for a moment “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said casually

She had a bit of annoyance in her face when you said that “Stop playing dumb. Why are you ignoring me as well huh? Do you think it’s cute or something?” She said harshly as she pushed you into the counter a bit.

You just smacked your lips and rolled your eyes “I’m not thinking anything, it was just my first time ever doing that” you said back.

“And it was mine too. I’ve been trying to talk to you but your ignoring me like i’m some nightstand” she said as she kept staring at you

“Well i thought it was a one time thing..i didn’t think anything else of it” you sighed, as you looked way a bit, “You really think that?” She growled out, you nodded a bit, She scoffed out.

without thinking she grabbed you and kissed you harshly, you grunted out in surprise, you quickly pulled back, you opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out, instead you kissed her as well, kissing went into a full makeout, her hands on your cheeks and your hands under her jacket, soft moan, both mouths moving in sync

With an opportunity you slid your tongue into her mouth, she let out a low moan as yalls tongue tangled with eachother, she started taking off her jacket and moved her hands to your jackets pulling off as well, yall were to far gone and too focused to hear the door open..

“Should’ve known.” you heard a voice, a bit too similar as last time as you pulled back and looked over to see, not suprised, Myung gi. “Ah jesus christ..what do you want?” You said causally, Myung gi shrugged and walked closer to the both of you “I don’t know, mind if i join?” He said without hesitation, you raised an eyebrow and looked at Jun hee, she shrugged “I don’t care” She said.

Not even that long after Myung gi had his cock deep inside you from behind, Jun hee infront of you making out with him as she fingered her self and playing with your boobs with the other hand.

You were moaning between them as Myung gi thrusted harshly, rough grunts vibrated thru Jun hee mouth as she continued fingering herself.

She backed up for air noticing you moaning, “Look, i think she’s about to cum Myung gi” she said chuckling, “Yea but let’s make it even..” He said panting as he kept thrusting and breathing heavily

He pulls out leaving you gasping with the loss of emptiness in your pussy now, “Jun hee take off your pants and get on the sink” Myung gi said, Jun hee was a bit confused but she did so.

Myung gi bent you between her legs so now you were facing her pussy, your hands were on her thighs and traveled to her hips, “It’s obvious to know what to do” Myung spoke giving your ass a small slap.

He than lined his tip on your entrance sliding it up and and down before thrusting in, eventually he sinked in throwing his head back and groaning

you moaned a bit but quickly put your mouth on Jun hee pussy, sucking and licking on it as she gasped, she closed her eyes moaning out and gasping, As you were eating her out, Myung gi was fucking you from behind.

Groaning and moans were filling up the empty bathroom, your tongue sliding in and out and slurping on her pussy as skin slapping was heard from behind you as well.

Not long after Jun hee gripped on your hair as she began moaning a bit loudly, you moaned into her sending vibrations which made her cum, she gasped as her cum spilled into your mouth, you had no other choice but to swallow.

Myung gi cock twitched as he thrusted a bit faster, groaning as his cummed pumped inside you, you also came at the same time, both of yalls cum mixing together.

He pulled out panting. Jun hee was the first to clean up herself already putting her pants on, not long after yall did as well.

“We should do that again sometime” Myung gi spoke happily, “Maybe not. One time thing” Jun hee said back to her cold expression as she left the bathroom, you looked at myung gi shrugging at him and quickly following after.

Myung sighed and just rolled his eyes. He followed along, Would this be a one time thing or would it happen again?

[sunrizef1]

Distracted

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Plus Size!Reader

Warnings: None

Authors Note: This is short but I feel like my ear is being ripped out from the inside so I am not well. Also, my brain is consumed by glorious thorn so I have been distracted :)

Requested: Yes/No/Vaguely

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ynln

liked by user1 landonorris and 3,088,776 others

ynln sunkissed ☀️💋

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user1 I’m in love with her

user2 pretty pretty girl

user3 I’m OBSESSED

user4 the lighting in that third picture is enough to make me cry 🥲

user5 I need that dress

landonorris I hope vacations treating you well

ynln treating me better than you do, that’s for sure

landonorris stop the violence 🫷😞🫸

user6 Lando Norris they could never make me hate you

user7 literally y/n’s brother, you can not make me dislike that man

user8 an angel 😻

user9 this is how I think I look when I pose for pictures but I actually look like grimace

user10 liked by Joe burrow omg hey diva

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lewishamilton

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lewishamilton the grind doesn’t stop for summer 💪☀️

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user11 he would be the on to say the grind doesn’t stop wouldn’t he…

user12 oh lawd im bout to-

user13 I’m choosing to have decorum, as should the rest of you

user14 I am feral

user15 the face of a man who’s gonna win his 8th championship at Ferrari

user16 is pull up bars the only exercise he knows or…

user17 sir Lewis

user18 just remember that this man also runs an account where he pretends to be his dog

landonorris I’m on vacation but u do u bro

lewishamilton there’s levels to this 🙏

user19 ik this isn’t a diss but knowing how many drivers are currently on vacation makes this so funny to me

user20 I’m a big personal fan of the George Russell-esque shirtless post we got going on here

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ynln

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ynln yall know this guy? I think he won a race or something, idk.

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user21 I’ve never seen that man before in my life

user22 I def don’t know him

landonorris using the word yall should immediately invalidate your opinion

ynln using the term “papaya rules” should immediately invalidate any of your point finishes

landonorris I’m sensitive about that 😞

user23 pic 3 scares me

user24 the way he’s gripping the seat makes me feel like I’m being kidnapped

user25 who’s diva is this

user26 my Dutch gp winner is who that is

user27 bullying is a vital part to fostering any brother-sister relationship

user28 love the fact that they’re not even related and Lando just chooses to spend his time with someone who bullies him

ynln everyone bullies him, he couldn’t avoid it if he tried

user29 why is no one commenting on the fact that this is y/n’s first f1 appearance ever????

user30 okay diva

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ynln

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ynln don’t get distracted 😘🙏

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user31 mission: failed

user32 I’m looking respectfully

user33 need dress details 🥴

ynln oh Polly!

user34 Lando in the likes… who’s surprised

user35 my diva

user36 😻😻😻

user37 I am amazed

user38 now why did Lewis like

user39 does Lando know

user40 PRETTYYYYY 😍

landonorris hey queen!

ynln hey girl!

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lewishamilton

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lewishamilton staying focused ✌️

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user41 HEY LEWWWWWWW

user42 my diva queen Lewis Hamilton

user43 jumpscare shirtless pic

user44 George Russel core

user45 that caption is so yn vibe…..

landonorris #noticing

lewishamilton 🤫

user46 I see a correlation

user47 what is Mercedes gonna do when they only have one driver that post thirst traps

ynln are you sure about that….? 🤭

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lewishamilton 😅

user48 oh so they’re in love… ik what this is

user49 diva as long as ur winning idc

user50 I have never loved someone so much 😭

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ynln added to their story

user51

YOURE BACKKKKKKK

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user52

❤️❤️❤️❤️

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user53

My fav McLaren fan

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landonorris

Ur not in the McLaren garage…

ynln

Oopsies ☺️

landonorris

I hope ur boyfriend is worth betraying ur brother

ynln

You’re so dramatic

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TWITTER

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ynln

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ynln my man 🤞

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user54 sleeping on the road tonight

user55 what is this soft launch nonsense, y’all kissed on live television

user56 fake news, this isn’t me

user57 I’m so tired

landonorris gross, disgusting, horrible

ynln 🫶

user58 my divas

user59 they’re so cutsie pie

user60 new wag just dropped

user61 IM IN LOVE WITH THEMMMM 😭🤞

user62 I think he got distracted…

carlossainz55 congrats 🎉

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user63 I need to be sedated

user64 MY BABIESSSSSS

lewishamilton ❤️

ynln ❤️

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Husband! & Dad! Arthur Morgan headcanons 🥰 idk about this but some people seemed to love the one where reader is pregnant so 👉🏼👈🏼 thank you!!! <3

no warnings, just fluff, mentions of Christianity, f! Reader

from the way he talked to the bath girls, it seems like he’s someone who’d talk to you about how hard his day has been :( he secretly likes to be babied fr!!!

might not be used to having someone listen to him yap at first with his “alright, I’ll shut up now.” But you INSIST on hearing his crazy stories and he smiles, tries to keep going even though he feels bad.

that was the beginning of the relationship. Now he goes straight home to you all, “honey, you would never believe-” and you could tell the gossip is gonna be juicy.

Arthur “loyal” Morgan getting blackout drunk and rejecting you because he’s married. I need him desperately.

“You must have a feller,” he smirks, eyes half lidded and his ‘r’s all slurred.

“Mhm, I do. A very handsome one too,” you played along.

“I got a beautiful wife m’self,” he smiles wide, leaning forward and almost falling. “I’d marry you if I didn’t.”

though you aren’t religious, you tell Arthur that you end up quite lucky in life because you were christened as a baby. You asked him if your baby could go through christening as well, wanting them to have a good start in life with protection from God.

he was still paying off his bounties at the time. Seeing his fate in the past, he decided to agree.

“What the hell, why not,” he said, surprising you. “As long as it ain’t done by Swanson.” He needs all the luck he could get.

HIM AS A GIRL DAD OUGHHHH

I feel like he gets these spontaneous outbursts sometimes? He can be a lil grumpy but his baby daughter would definitely soften that.

imagine him suddenly getting angry at something she did and she starts crying :( it would ABSOLUTELY break his heart and he’d panic every time :(((

“I’m sorry alright? I’m sorry baby girl..” “y’know I didn’t mean that right?” “Please stop crying darlin’ :(”

might also make her cry from his awful, terrible teasing and his stupid “oh c’mon, I’m just messin’ with ya!” He’s so mean sometimes booo

speaking of mean, I just know he’d be the sassiest, judgiest, snarkiest man when his daughter brings home a partner. Imagine the Kieran treatment…………

maybe not if it’s a girlfriend. If it’s a boyfriend? Poor guy will have to prove himself good enough for Arthur’s baby!!!

don’t worry, he’ll soften up when he remembers how he used to be treated by Mary’s dad HAHA

the Morgan house probably has lots of pets! I don’t think he would mind the strays that you and the kids just randomly bring home.

he’d just call them “girl” or “boy” (boah!) and you’d have to fix him or all of them comes over at the same time.

he probably draws his family a lot or takes pictures!!! All of his family’s photos on the walls, by his bedside table, in his journal for when he travels :(((((((

he would only travel when he needs to! Gets very anxious and worried and tries to go home as quick as possible even if it means not sleeping :(

he can sleep later in your arms for as long as you’d let him anyway!!! (Secretly a small spoon sometimes, deal with it)

the biggest sigh of relief when he hears his family welcoming him, when he sees them running to him, when he feels them hugging him (I’m sobbing)

from how the girls at camp make him take them somewhere or get them things, you can tell he’s probably gonna be such a pushover for his little family omg

you can ask him to do the craziest things you could think of (he’s done much worse anyway!!!) but this time his payment is just one “please?” And he would do just about anything for his family :(

he’d never admit it — not even to himself — but your smiles are more rewarding than any money he’s ever received <3

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Thank you for reading!! 🫶🏼

[vershautece]

Hiii!!!! I literally love your fics. This is my first ever request so i hope i did it right????

Could you do luigi x reader where reader hasnt been treated right in relationships before and its their first time gettin dirty and she like only focuses on his pleasure or like doesnt even think to ask for stuff? And lu is such a sweetie and is so confused and is now focused solely on her and shes so surprised it can feel like that and its super hot and sweet?

This is so self indulgent cus the exact-ish thing happened to me but i havent found myself a lu….

after u guys rid each other’s clothes, you’d be rushing to pull his boxers down and blow him, but as you’re about to he taps your cheek: ‘no, baby, you first, lay on your back’

‘hm?’ you’d look up at him confused

‘you don’t need to do anything for me, just let me pleasure you, ok? relax, beautiful’ he’s pushing your legs wide now, planting soft kisses from ur inner thighs

‘doesn’t every guy want a blowjob first?’

‘oh trust me baby, I want your mouth around me, but I’ll always put your pleasure first - wanna see you cum for me, all over my tongue, hm?’ he licks through your folds, kissing ur clit softly to prepare u

‘no guy has ever done this for me before’

he looks up at you in surprise: ‘you’ve never been eaten out?’

‘nope, my last boyfriend rarely even made me cum at all’

‘god, baby’ he mutters as he dives back into your pussy. he laps at your juices and sucks on your clit: ‘I’m always gonna make you cum, okay? and always before I do’

then he’s fingering u so deep you’re seeing stars, and this isn’t the last time tonight that he’ll have u like this - he’ll be making it his mission to have u cum as many times as he can, even if it means he cums in his boxers while he’s too busy pleasuring you

[alexa-fika]

hi! I love your whitebeard pirates stories.

Could I request child reader who loves Marco's phoenix form. Maybe they aren't aware Marco is the cool blue bird and keeps wandering around the ship with berries trying to lure the bird out.

Hidden in Plain sight (Thatch x child!reader x Marco)

A/n Well guys it’s official, I start work tomorrow 😞 I’m gonna try to get these updates going, plan is to write most of them in the weekend so that during the week I just have to edit them and proofread. I’m off to abadstart cause I just got two but i’m also not gonna push it cause I don’t want to fatigue myself or enter another writer’s block

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for Reader in Japanese for the enjoyment for Readers and oc characters readers both

Dividers by @/firefly-graphic

“Atch!” 

“Hmm?” Thatch hummed, glancing at Dokucha with a smile. Finally done with the crew’s meals for the day, he was now free to enjoy his time in his kitchen as he tested new recipes, joined by Marco, as the two made small talk.

“Can I have some bread?” they asked, stretching their hand expectantly. 

“Huh? I thought ya said ya were full?” He questioned, remembering how, only minutes prior, they had been pouting about not wanting to eat anymore.

“It’s not for me!”

“Then for who?” he called, sliding a cocktail to Marco, who gave him a nod in silent thanks. 

“It’s for a bird!” 

“I thought I told ya to stop feedin’ them seagulls. You keep feedin’ ’em, and they keep comin’ and asking for more,” he admonished softly.

“But it’s not for the seagulls. It’s for the pretty blue chicken!” they exclaimed, head snapping to the side as Marco began choking on his drink.

“That’s Gross, Marco,” they whined, sticking out their tongue and crunching their face.

“Hey, hey, ignore ’em; go back to the bird bit,” Thatch called, crouching down to their height and ignoring the scathing glare said bird sent his way amid his choking.

“It’s a bigggg blue fire chicken!” they started as they extended their hands as far as they could go.

“They have funny glasses and a small orange fire hat! They also have the longest tail, which looks so pretty when they fly.” they swoon.

“Well, I’ll be; that sounds like a mighty fancy chicken,” he drawled, standing up.

“But ya know what? I think I might know what a chicken like that might be like betta than some ol’ bread,” he told them. He began browsing through his fridge. 

“Really?!” they beamed, hopping next to the man as they tried to take a peek at what he was digging out.

“Really! In fact, the Pretty Chiken’ told me he’s waiting for you and this treat on the upper crow nest.

“Waiting?” they awed, watching as he pulled out a small container from the fridge with a grin, crouching in front of the child and extending it to them

“Pineapple?” they asked suspiciously, glancing up at the chef.

“It might surprise ya, but he said this was his very favorite food.” 

“in the whole world?” they asked, grabbing the container.

“In the whole world,” he confirmed

“Okay! Thank you, Atch!” they yelled, placing a small, sloppy kiss on his cheek as they ran off turning at the angry stomping that sounded behind him.

“Thatch you-

“Ah.Ah. This mighty blue chicken might want to hurry up, or he will break a three-year-old’s heart,” he tutted with a cocky grin as Marco paused in his approach; thinking his words over, he let out a groan.

“I’m going to get you back for this-yoi, Thatch,” he growled, backstepping out of the kitchen. 

“Bye Bye, blue chicken.”

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“Marco? What are you doing here?” Dokucha questioned, confused, looking up at the man who joined them in the crow’s nest

“How did you get up here?” they asked, standing on their tippy toes to look down the crow’s nest, wondering how the man had made all their way up there without being seen.

“I’m here to meet the blue chicken, so choo!” they ordered as they lowered themselves down, turning to him and waving him off.

“Oi...” he called, a tight smile on his face at both the erroneous nickname and the audacity the kid had

“You’re looking at him.”

“Hah?”

“I'm the bluebird Dokucha,” he clarified

“Blue chicken! It’s a blue chicken, and there’s no way you're the chicken!”

“You’re right. I’m not a chicken; I’m a phoenix,” he grumbled, holding the bridge of his nose.

“Liar”

“Dokucha, My epithet is Marco the Phoenix. Why do you think they call me that if not because I’m a phoenix?”

“Cause your kind strong, I guess...”

“Y-you guess?!. You know what, never mind, that's a fight for another day,” he called, crouching down in front of them and allowing the blue flames to envelope him

“AH! No way! There’s no way you can be the pretty bird!” they cried. They didn’t hate Marco; in fact, they quite liked their brother, but he was far from being their favorite sibling, often catching him at the worst times, leading the child to view the commander as less than graceful. Something that they left pretty clear in their interactions.

“Hmm, guess I won’t show you then,” he teased as he pulled the flames back into him, letting an exaggerated sigh as he stood up and made to leave the nest.

“No! I want to see! I want to see!” they whined, jumping up and down.

“I don’t know, you were being kind of rude to me all day,” he mused

“But I want to see it! I even brought you pineapple, see?!” they begged, lifting the small container of fruit towards the man who gave them a once over and stopped his actions, pretending to think the offer over.

“I’ll show you, but you have to apologize for not believing me and admit you were wrong about me.”

“No way!”

“Guess you won’t be seeing the blue bird anymore then,” he called, jumping on the railing and stopping as Dokucha ran behind him and took hold of his shirt

“Yes?”

..rry..ong” they mumbled.

Grinning, Marco turned around and sat on the railing, leaning his arms on his knees, his chin on his hand, and watching the child stumble over their words.

“Sorry, You’re gonna have to speak up if you want me to hear you.”

“I’m sorry for not believing you! I was wrong!..so let me see the bluebird?Please?” They called, starting with a loud yell of their words, eventually quieting down as they began fidgeting. Letting out a small confused whine as the doctor ruffled their head, letting out a gasp as he began transforming into the phoenix, blue flames shooting around them, slowly taking the form of the mythical bird.

Ngl I was going to leave it until Marco left the kitchen but I thought of that lil scene between them

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Chances is INCREDIBLE!!! Are you thinking about doing a part 2 by any chance?? ❤️❤️

This took me forever I know I know 😅. Enjoy!

Chances, part 2

Sam and Dean Winchester & teen!reader, Cas & teen!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: you got your second chance, and you’re trying your best not to screw it up (I honestly had no idea what to do for this, but I think it turned out ok)

Part 1 is here

It had been weeks. You hadn’t been on a hunt since the vampire incident, and you weren’t sure how to feel about that. On the one hand, you were relieved—the monsters terrified you, and you never wanted to see one again. But on the other hand, you knew what hunting meant to the three men in your life; it was their whole life, and it was how they protected the world and each other.

“You ready for another lesson?” Dean’s presence at your door snapped your attention from the book you’d been reading.

“Yeah, I…I’m ready,” you lied. Sam had been trying to help you learn to use your powers for weeks, and it hadn’t been going anywhere. Still, you had to do it—everyone was expecting you to master these powers, but you still didn’t even understand them.

“Great, Sam’s waiting,” Dean said before turning and heading out the door.

…

It had been three hours. Nothing changed. Even Sam—who had the patience of a saint—was getting impatient.

“You gotta focus,” Sam implored for the hundredth time.

“I’m trying!” You didn’t mean to snap at him, but it had been a long three hours.

“Ok, ok, just…try again.” Sam gestured to the ball in front of him, and you forced your eyes to it yet again, willing it to roll, to bounce, to move, to anything.

“It’s not working!” You insisted.

“Is everything ok in here?” Castiel eased to door to Sam’s room open, revealing Dean next to him.

“Yeah, you’ve gotta be a Jedi master by now, with all the hours you’re putting in,” Dean added.

You ducked your head, avoiding everyone’s gaze. Some Jedi master you were—you couldn’t get your powers to do anything.

“It’s, uh—it’s not that easy,” Sam cut in, and you were grateful for his support. “How about we take a break?” He suggested.

“Yeah, I’m making burgers,” Dean offered.

“Thanks, um…you guys go ahead,” you said. “I’ll catch up, I just wanna try for a little longer.”

“Suit yourself.” Dean shrugged, leading the others out of the room.

…

It had been two days. You had barely eaten anything, and you’d barely done anything that didn’t involve trying to use your powers. The guys were busy with a case, so at first they didn’t notice. But it wouldn’t stay that way for long.

“Kid, come eat.” You could see the worry on Dean’s face, even if it didn’t come out in his tone. “And don’t give some lame excuse this time.”

“I almost have it!” You insisted, your focus never wavering from the ball in front of you.

“You’ve been staring at that thing for weeks. It’s time you take a break.”

“No!” At Dean’s surprised gaze, your voice softened. “I’m sorry.”

“Look.” Dean huffed. “I’m making food right now. If you’re not out to eat it in five minutes, I’m gonna come back to get you, and I won’t leave until you do, understand?”

“But—“

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you, or why you won’t take a break, but I’m not doing this. Now, understand?”

“I understand,” you mumbled, relieved when he finally turned and left. You tried to focus on the ball again, but you knew it was no use; if you couldn’t do it in weeks, you couldn’t do it in five minutes. Defeated, you stood up from your chair and started for the door. You didn’t make it three steps. On the first, you felt the blood draining from your face as you staggered, your knees going numb and your vision unfocusing. The second step was a desperate, subconscious attempt from the muscles in your legs to save yourself from falling, but it was no use. Darkness spread across your vision like spilled ectoplasm as your body hit the ground hard, your elbows taking most of the impact as your arms came up to save yourself.

You closed your eyes for a long minute, unsure if you’d passed out or not. You took slow, deliberate breaths as the black slowly faded and the hard floor came into view. Your body felt both too heavy and too light as your tried to push yourself up, but only managed to get to your knees.

You heard a voice floating around you, but you didn’t recognize it until you saw Dean’s green eyes above you, the skin around them tightened in worry.

“Kid?” His voice snapped into focus. “Hey, kid, you ok?”

“I-I’m…fine…dizzy.” You shook your head, trying to clear it. “Just dizzy.”

“Ok, commere—“ Dean’s hands were under your arms, pulling you to your feet. “We’re gonna get you some food and something to drink.”

The blood rushing to your head brought the black spots back instantly.

“Wait wait wait…” you grabbed onto Dean’s arms, swaying so much you almost unbalanced him.

“Ok, hey, easy.” Dean marched you over to your bed and made you sit down. “I’ll get you some food. You don’t move.”

“M-k,” you mumbled, still focused on trying to stop your head spinning.

Dean left you collapsed on the bed and ran to take care of you.

…

“What are you doing?” Sam asked from over his lunch as he watched Dean frantically filling a cup with water and throwing a plate together with food.

“The kid is totally out of it, I don’t think she’s eaten in days,” Dean huffed distractedly.

“What?” When Sam got no response, he got to his feet and grabbed onto Dean’s arm, barely stopping him from knocking over the cup he’d just filled. “Dean, slow down.”

“I gotta get her some food.” Dean yanked his arm away, rubbing a hand over his face and growling in annoyance when the move did exactly what Sam had tried to prevent—knocked over the cup.

“I’ve got that,” Sam insisted, grabbing the cup and going to fill it again. “Just slow down, I’m sure she’s fine.”

“Who’s fine?” Castiel’s presence seemed to stress Dean further. Cas has been gone for the two days you’d been spiraling, and Dean couldn’t even look him in the eye knowing he’d failed to take care of the kid that Cas was beginning to see as his own.

“Y/N,” Sam answered. “She hasn’t been eating much.”

“At all, Sam!” Dean snapped. “She hasn’t eaten at all! And we didn’t do anything!”

“Ok, hey, easy,” Sam said. “Why are you so worked up about this?”

“Look—“ Dean rubbing his eyes, and when he opened them again he glanced at Cas before looking away. “I never wanted this kid here. And I know she knew it—everyone knew it. I thought her powers were dangerous, and I know after that vamp hunt she thought the same. And then after that, she almost kills herself trying to control her powers—“

“Dean, I know where this is going, but this was not your fault,” Castiel interrupted.

“Yes it is!” Dean grabbed the cup of water from Sam and snatched the plate up with his other hand. “She’s killing herself to prove something to me, and it stops now.”

…

“Better?” Dean had hovered over you while you devoured the food he gave you, and he waited until you’d drank the entire glass of water before speaking.

“I’m fine,” you insisted.

“Cas is back. If you still aren’t feeling great, maybe he could try to heal you—“

“Dean, really, I’m ok.” You blinked up at him, searching for the right question to ask. “Why are you so freaked?”

“I’m not, I just…” at your firm look, he relented. “Ok, maybe I got a little wound up. But I just want you to know—taking care of yourself is more important to me than you learning how to use those stupid powers.”

His words surprised you, and so did the sudden urge to justify yourself.

“My powers almost got us all killed on the last hunt—“

“I’m not saying you don’t have a lot to learn,” Dean cut in. “I’m just saying—you’ve been trying really hard lately, and I see that now. I just don’t think it’s healthy anymore—you’ve been trying too hard.”

“I just—“ you swallowed. “You gave me a second chance. I didn’t want to screw everything up again.”

“Hey.” Dean winced at your words, but straightened his face immediately after. “I know I said some crap that hurt you, ok? And it would be great if you could learn to use these powers. But the chance I gave you—that wasn’t dependent on your powers, kid. I just wanted you to try—to not run into danger and assume you knew what you were doing, like last time. I wanted you to be more careful. And I see the effort you’re putting in—kid it’s more than enough. It’s too much.”

“But it’s not going anywhere,” you argued.

“Maybe it is, maybe it’s not,” Dean admitted. “Maybe it just takes more discipline than you thought. Most things do. But that doesn’t mean you kill yourself trying to get it right. It just means you try your best, and the rest will follow.”

“So…so if I can’t figure these powers out…you won’t hate me?”

“Hate you?” Dean shook his head. “Kid, no. I know I gave you a lot of crap about your powers, and I still think they could be dangerous. But if you’re as determined to use them for good as you have been to learn how to move that stupid ball lately, then I have nothing to worry about. And neither do you.” Dean clapped a hand on your shoulder. “Are you hearing me?”

“Yeah.” A smile twitched at your lips. “Yeah I hear you.”

“Good.” Dean stood, but when you moved to stand he grabbed your shoulder and pushed you back down. “Nu uh—you’re getting some rest.”

You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling as you relaxed back against your pillows.

“Yes sir.”

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Conversations with Lace

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“So you’re gonna go with ‘Rook’, huh?” Lace said it through a mouthful of brown bread and cheese.

“Sure.” Arden scooped another glob of polishing compound up and started buffing out the wing of his knee armor. There was a dent he’d need to have seen next time they were in a big town. The smell of linseed oil and tallow was familiar and grounding.

“You don’t have to. Varric gives everyone nicknames. You can ignore it.”

“No, I uh…I like it.” He scowled down at his work. “Kaffas. This strap is going to break, soon. I think I’m out of replacements.”

“Fine then. Rook.” Lace grinned.

They sat for a minute in companionable silence, Lace finishing her roll, Arden rubbing the polishing cloth in practiced circles over his armor. They’d gotten close quickly over the last couple months, and not just because they were together nearly every day. Both had open, friendly natures, and as they crisscrossed northern Thedas, they’d whiled away the leagues in talk and laughter. 

They’d been staggering drunk together in Starkhaven, crawling from bar to bar while Varric took care of business in the palace, and surprised the shit out of would-be muggers. They’d hung upside down in snares together for two hours once after an encounter with one of Solas’s agents. They’d pretended to be Carta thugs for a few days once, while Varric tried to wheedle information out of a provincial Altus landowner, and mocked each other’s acting for weeks. 

“Never had a nickname before,” Arden said abruptly.

“What, never? Really?”

“I mean, basic name-calling stuff from the other boys as a kid, but I don’t think that’s the same idea.”

Lace looked surprised. “Your parents didn’t call you something? Like my ma calls me Sweet Pea, that sort of thing?”

“Nope. Just Arden. Young Master Mercar or Arden Maximus if I was about to be in trouble.”

“Wait. Your middle name is Maximus?” A positively evil grin was starting to spread across Lace’s freckled face.

Arden rolled his eyes. “Yes, yes, go ahead. I’m well aware it’s incredibly pretentious.”

“Maximus!” By now she was giggling madly.

“Welcome to my childhood.”

“Maker!” Lace giggled at Arden’s disapproving look. “Alright, then, I’ll use Rook. Maximus.”

….

“Do you think they’re real fish?” Arden asked.

They stood side by side, staring into the fish tank. It was beautiful, but Arden found it unsettling. The glass and water distorted the light and made distances strange, but Arden couldn’t decide if he could see a back wall to the tank.

“I mean, I don’t know, but that one’s a Calenhad sunfish. I’ve caught plenty of them. Stupid little wastes of bait.”

“Yeah but what I mean is, is it a real Calenhad sunfish or whatever, or just…I don’t know, like a magic picture of one?”

“No idea. This place is weird.”

“I mean,” Arden went on, “if they’re real, what do they eat? There’s not even a place to put food in.”

Lace glanced up at the corners of the room. “Huh. You’re right. Maybe they’re real, but they live on magic. I dunno.” She left Arden scowling at the fish, and left to poke around the rest of the room. “You thinking of setting up your stuff in here?”

“What? No! Why would I do that?” Arden sounded startled.

“I thought maybe the fish would remind you of the coast.”

“Yeah, a nice seaside vacation at Marnus Pell inside a fish tank. No, I’ll find a nice little room with no windows and no weirdly endless fish tanks and pretend I’m somewhere normal.”

Lace shrugged. “Suit yourself. I like the old sunroom or whatever it was. The dirt makes me feel better.”

Arden grunted an acknowledgement, still frowning at the darting fish.

….

The grinding of stone shifting against stone was deafening for a few seconds. As the last echoes died away, Arden and Lace grinned at each other.

“I did it, Rook!”

“Maferath’s ass, that’s amazing.”

“What about that one? Can you move that one? If it was just a little taller, we could skip up to the next turn of the path.”

Lace concentrated for a second.

“I don’t think so,” she said. “Doesn’t feel right.” Arden gave her a quizzical look. “Don’t ask me to explain. I don’t know. There’s just…a feeling. Like some stone talks to me and some is just…stone, I guess.”

Arden shrugged. “I’ll take your word for it.”

“Give me a second,” Lace said. She moved slowly along the base of the hill, eyes narrowed in concentration. Arden trotted after her, keeping an eye on the woods. Nowhere was completely safe in Arlathan, in his experience.

“Wait! Here!” Lace held out her hands and scowled fiercely, and just ahead of them, a series of rocks rumbled and groaned into motion. When they finally stopped, there was a rough giant’s staircase up to the next turning of the path. “I did it!”

“Fuck yes you did!” Arden’s smile crinkled his eyes up and pulled in the scar on his cheek. “That’s amazing, Lace!” He put out an elbow, leaning on her head in what had become a habitual gesture of teasing affection. “Oh! Uh–” Arden let out something between a whoop and a yelp and staggered sideways.

Lace reached for him, grabbing his arm before he could fall. 

“Nope–whup!” Arden listed a couple steps forward, then barely caught himself before falling backwards. “I don’t–” His eyes rolled up in his head, and he keeled over. Spongy wood chips and rollie pollies scattered in a tiny explosion where his head hit a rotten log.

“Rook! Maker’s breath, Rook!” Lace rushed to kneel next to him, grabbing his shoulder. This time, though, she saw the ghostly lines of blue spreading from her hands. She jerked them back as if burned, scrambling away from Arden on hands and knees. “Maker’s breath!”

“Fine! I’m…fine,” Arden said, very unconvincingly. “Hoooo…gimme…second…” On the third try, he managed to roll up on an elbow. “Kaffas. Vishante kaffas.”

“Lyrium! It’s like I’m infused with lyrium! Oh, Maker, he’s lyrium addled. What if it’s permanent! What have I done?”

“Noo I’m betting. Bettering. Getting…better. Getting better! See?” Arden managed to push himself up until he was sitting. “Vishante kaffas,” he repeated, cradling his head in his hands. “‘S like I’m drunk.”

“Sweet Andraste, you scared the shit out of me,” Lace breathed, clutching the ground at her knees.

Arden snorted. “Pretty funny, though.”

“No, it is not! I could have really hurt you! Lyrium is dangerous, Rook!”

“Come on. Li’l bit funny. Ass over teakettle…lookit–lookit these poor bugs.” He gestured to the scattering of spongy orange wood and insects around him. “Like a Titan. Fall on their city–boom!” Arden giggled, ending on a loud snort.

“How in Thedas am I going to get you home?” Lace moaned. “Can’t even touch you. Andraste, give me strength.” She sat back, resigned to waiting it out. 

Arden’s head lolled to the side, and he snapped it back upright, wheezing with quiet laughter.

….

“You’re staring,” Lace said quietly.

Arden turned his head away from the other corner of the great hall, where Lucanis was cooking, to look down at her. “I’m not allowed? He’s gorgeous.”

“Yeah? Bellara’s gorgeous. Neve’s gorgeous. I know you like girls, too.”

“Sure. You’re gorgeous. What’s your point?”

“My point is–wait, I’m–oh gosh, no, I’m not–nope! Nope, I’m not letting you distract me like that! My point is that you’re staring at him specifically. Not just because he’s gorgeous.”

“Maybe so.” Arden returned his attention to Lucanis, who was busy chopping vegetables with hypnotic skill.

“Rook, he’s possessed! He’s a possessed assassin!”

“I know. And he’s mourning his grandmother, or at least I’m pretty sure he is. You kind of have to guess, with him. And he’s just been imprisoned and tortured for a year, and now he’s living in our pantry like a rat terrier. And also I’m kind of his boss? Or his employer. That isn’t actually paying him.” Arden pulled a wry face. “Don’t worry. I’m just enjoying looking.”

“I’m not convinced,” Lace said. “Plus, he’s looking, too.”

“He–” Arden sat up suddenly, banging his shin against the little table between them. “Kaffas!” He grabbed his leg, rubbing vigorously. “He’s looking?”

Lace sighed. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No, you should say more. Really?”

“Mmmmm. Yes, he’s looking at you, sometimes. Why do you care, hmm? I thought you were just enjoying the aesthetics?”

“Alright. There might be a little, tiny crush.”

“I knew it!”

Lucanis glanced over at Lace’s outburst, and she waved him away, smiling unconvincingly. He watched them for a moment longer before turning back to his cooking.

“I knew it,” she hissed again, quieter this time. “Rook, you can’t seriously be thinking of…of whatever.”

“No, I know. I know, Lace. That’s why I’m just looking.”