#pfft no your reply was perfect

[rosyblooom]

not so perfect strangers | ln4 smau

PAIRING: lando norris x private fem!reader SUMMARY: after getting completely splashed by a passing car, y/n throws all 'stranger danger' warnings out the window and hitches a ride home.

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[ caption: OMFG THIS CAR JUST SPLASHED ME NOW I'M SOAKED😭😭😭 couldn't even see the driver ughh ]

[ caption: it's been almost 1 hr and i still look like a wet rat🙃 soo guess who's hitching a ride? (if i don't update within 2 hrs CALL THE POLICE PLS) ]

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[ caption: no need to worry anymore, your girl made it back home🙂‍↕️ ]

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yourusername "stranger danger" but not this one !! 🙂‍↕️

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yourfriend girl what- is this who I think it is???

yourusername 🤭🤭

yourbestfriend UHM DINNER TOOO????

yourusername messaging u rn girly🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

landonorris Again soon?👀

yourusername again tmrw? landonorris Again tomorrow. yourbestfriend what. the. fuck.

yourfriend pretty girl <33

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[ caption: Day 2 ]

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[ caption 1: mixing friend groups >>> ] [ caption 2: another day, another slay 🙂‍↕️ ]

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A couple days later...

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[ caption 1: this is awkward ahaha... how about we all just forget about my silly goofy little story FOREVER AGO pretty please😁 ]

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yourbestfriend "he's dead to me"🤡🤡

yourusername pfft tomato tomato right ahaha 😁

yourfriend folding after only 5 days is clown shit lmfao

yourfriend LMAOOO where did all that energy go??

yourusername new phone who dis😀

yourfriend Y/N STAND TF UP OMFG???

yourusername b-but pretty flowers🥺 yourfriend a lost cause I see...

yourfriend I spy with my little eye a whole damn circus!

yourfriend so real tbh

yourusername i knew you'd get me babe 🙂‍↕️

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[ caption: STOP EATING ME UP IN THE REPLIES OMFG?? PLS FRIENDS I'M JUST A GIRLLL ]

A few months later...

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f1gossipofficial According to this picture sent to us by a fan in China, it seems Lando Norris has brought Y/N along with him for the upcoming Grand Prix.

The duo has been the subject of rumours and sightings together for a while now. Could this weekend finally mark the debut of a new wag?

They certainly appear close in the photo! 👀

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username just fell to my knees in walmart🧎‍♂️

username aw that picture is so cuteee i already love them together <33

username i feel like she's stuck up tbh cause i've been requesting to follow her for almost a month now and nothing. like girl you're not that important please😒

username uhmm...you're a weirdo username lmaooo how about you go live your life then if she isn't that important what💀

username I saw them too!! I asked for a pic with lando and she was super sweet and took it for us :)

username aw that makes me happy to hear username she did the same for me in monaco 🫶

username she gives bad vibes...

username y'all say that about everyone omg stfu

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[ caption 1: entering my lucky charm era hmm?👀 ] [ caption 2: AHHH P2 OMFG!!!! SO PROUD OF U LAN ❤️ ❤️ (you're welcome also 😌) ]

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username rip lando's single era 😞💔

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username day 593 of begging you to make your insta public🥹 username with the way y'all treated Luisa I doubt that will happen username who tf is y'all?🤨

username P2 LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOO

username ik everyone's been hating but I actually like that y/n's super private bc it shows she's with him for the right reasons :)

username right she seems genuine 🫶

username so proud of you lando 🧡🧡

username LAST PIC SHOULD BE MEEE

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[chlorinecake]

「 𓍯𓂃 I KISSED HER FOREHEAD AND NOW SHE'S 𝒢IVING ME CRYSTALS ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ 」

𝐢𝐞. super Y2K crush scenarios with 𝐍𝑒𝕨 𝐉𝚎𝐚𝕟s

── ✰⋆⁺ 𓊆ྀི . . path to bookshelf ◍ 𓊇ྀི 🔮 虹 . . . 𝔸ᶰĎ 𝒴𝐨𝕌 ?. . .

❖︎ pa𝓲ring .ᐟ 뉴진스 x female!reader

❖ g𝓮nre .ᐟ fluff, comfort, wlw, friends to lovers

❖ 𝒘𝗈𝗋𝖽 count .ᐟ 𝟏,𝟎𝟒𝟏 total ✩ ✩ ✩

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐈 ── ❝ You smell pretty today... ❞

“You too!” You blurted out, right before realizing you'd gotten your words mixed up, “Wait- I meant to say you look pretty, but... I guess I mean both? Gosh, does that even make sense?”

A tiny smile spread across Minji's features at your adorable timidness, her boot-clad feet taking a few steps towards you before pulling you close, gracing your frame with a tender hug, “It makes perfect sense, weirdo… thanks...”

Her voice was calm and soothing as usual, despite the way it made butterflies swarm in the spot where your heart should be. You couldn't really explain it, but something about Minji's energy always had a way of making you look and feel like a lovesick geek by time you got a proper sentence out—

“So,” she began again, breaking from the embrace and looking you straight in the eye, her hands resting at your shoulders, “when were you gonna tell me about this little crush you have on me?”

Your eyes widened like you had seen a ghost, a nervous chuckle slipping past your lips as she tilted her head at you, just as you muttered a distracting, “Right after I told you which Victoria's Secret fragrance I'm wearing?”

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈 𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐌 ── ❝ Crystals? As a gesture?... ❞

“Pfft, of course!” Hanni replied matter-of-factly, “just like how you gave me coins for that gum-ball machine we passed earlier… but who's keeping track of all that stuff anyways?”

“You, apparently...,” you said as a gentle laugh escaped your lips at her quirky reply, “but touché, Hanni Pham... what should I do with these?”

“Hmmm,” she hummed, cupping your right palm in her own as the colorful stones glittered beneath the mall’s sunroof, “you can put them under your pillow at night!... o-or maybe even stash them in your purse so you can think about me wherever you go!”

“As if I'd need a crystal’s assistant with that,” you teased, ruffling her hair slightly with your free hand. “These are cool, though,” you went on, heart warming at both the feeling of your hand in hers and at the unique gift, “very sweet of you...”

“Eh, I tryyyy,” she replied smugly, right before blowing a tiny pink bubble with the gum she chewed, only to spit the leftover candy into a napkin and ask, “wanna close your eyes and guess what flavor you taste on me?...”

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐇 ── ❝ I like your sweater… ❞

“Oh, this old thing?” Danielle asked with her warm Australian accent, taking the colorful sweater’s hem in her fingers to examine it's loose threads, “My nana knit this for me like... forever ago...”

“Well it's cool to see she was a step ahead of fashion trends back then,” you smiled, letting your hand brush over the soft yarn of her sleeve... That's when a certain question arose in your head:

“Random, but by chance, are you any good with using chopsticks?” You asked, wanting to keep the conversation going.

“Oh, for sure! I’m basically a pro at it,” she boasted, flipping her curly locks in a cartoonish manner.

“Sweet! I have two coupons for two different places. One for a craft store, and another for a sushi bar… only thing is that they both expire tomorrow,” You went on, hoping that she'd catch your drift without you having to state any specifics...

“Oh? Well it'd be a total bummer to let them go to waste,” she shrugged, hooking her arm in yours before tugging you along with her, “we better get going quick before they run out of sashimi… or yellow yarn…”

𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍 ── ❝ Can I come in please...? ❞

You heard a gentle voice call from behind your bedroom door, face buried into the largest pillow you could find given the sob-fest you had earlier…

“The door’s unlocked,” you sniffled, turning over on your bed to face her as she peaked from behind the door, her bright smile not even fading at the sight of you.

“I brought some heartwarming treats and DVD’s!” She began, voice just as pleasant as it always was. Haerin made her way to sit beside you on the bed, opening one of your favorite candy bars and handing it to you.

“How’d y’know I was upset?” You asked before taking a bite of the candy, chuckling a bit at the way she watched you so intently while doing so.

“I didn’t,” she went on plainly, “… I already wanted to surprise you today and just got lucky that it ended up being at a time where you needed it most…”

“Awww,” you pouted, dropping the candy bar to pull her into a hug, “you’re literally the best friend I could ask for, Haerin… thank you for coming to see me…”

“Of course,” she whispered, mind lingering on the word friend for a moment, even though she was certain you meant something a little more than that…

“So,” she began again, breaking from the contact and reaching for the TV remote, “Wanna rewatch Mean Girls or Clueless first?”

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐘𝐄𝐈𝐍 ── ❝ Can I touch your hair? ❞

You asked the question for one reason: You were bored out of your mind from waiting at the bus stop, and playing with Hyein’s hair seemed like a fun way to pass the time…

“Oh, sure!” She chirped, immediately straightening her posture on the park bench as you scooted closer to where she sat, taking her wavy locks into your grasp.

Hyein’s round eyes wandered to the sparkly pink Juicy Couture purse you wore over your shoulder, compelling her to ask, “What’s in the bag?”

“Oh- just some barrette’s and hair clips I got from Claire’s yesterday,” you replied, pausing to click open your purse and show her the different kinds, “Thought you might be interested in some extra bling, so…”

“You know me far too well then, ____,” she smiled, scanning each package with her eyes before suggesting that you decide which hair-clip style she would wear, and vice versa.

You let out a simple “Okay” at her offer, reaching for the pack of silver shooting stars for her hair while she held the pack of butterfly clips beside your face, a satisfied look spreading across her features.

“These are gonna look gorgeous on you,” Hyein smiled, right before opening the pack of butterflies clips and popping a few different colored ones in her palm, “This is too fun already, hehe… I can decorate your hair first, right?…”

ʚ 𝐀𝒰𝐓ᕼ𝕆𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝕆T𝐸: I decided to explore the wlw genre for a change, and I have no one other than @jwanniie to thank for inspiring me to experiment on my platform in such a way through her works... I've always wanted to write for my fav GG's just like how I write for my fav BG's, but simply never found the courage to until now ~ Hopefully you guys enjoyed what I came up with! ɞ

❖ 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ( 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 💌 ) @squoxle @nikisvanillaccola @wonbinisbabygurl @ashgonedash @yourmomscuntis2tighy @addictedtohobi @ot7sevenlvr -> if GG content isn’t your thing, pls lmk and I’ll refrain from tagging you in such posts moving forward :3

[nyarumie]

i love the suit anomaly + continuation 🤍 its so well written! i imagine that no. 10 can hear/sense hoshina’s (inappropriate) thoughts about reader and snitches on him.

Another ask in relation with Suit Anomaly! Each can be read as a standalone (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ This is the 3rd part. Author's Reply: It took me a while to come up with something but I hope it didn't disappoint! I didn't expect that oneshot to be such a hit I'm actually so happy 😭 it's starting to turn into a mini series but i don't mind at all HAHAH Author's Note: the number of your suit in this oneshot is up to your imagination! also i hope i didn't mess the description for reader's suit design </3 i struggled with some terminologies Requests and messages are welcome on my ask box! I can also write for Narumi and Mina. Please view my navigation too ♡

Today is finally the trial schedule for your very own numbered suit.

You wanted to fight with style, thus rejecting designs offered to you that might’ve already resembled the other numbered suits. Izumo Tech tailored it with a pencil style skirt that goes around your mid-thigh and the upper body is styled to appear as a crop top, with the regular numbered bodysuit underneath both of these layers. To some, it might be uncomfortable; but to you, it’s beyond perfect.

This, by all means, is not necessary, but Headquarters insisted—the reason being “acknowledgement of strength” and “just in case another nationwide cataclysm ensues”. Which is fairly valid; anything can happen anytime. Such as the situation you’re in right now.

For some reason, Soshiro’s suit started attacking him. Not by mistake, no; it’s obviously deliberate! You badly wanted to stop them, but you know you can’t, not with how hostile the tail currently is. The suit’s trial result is more credible when sparring with another numbered suit, hence Soshiro’s required presence. Watching from a safe distance, you hear Soshiro yell.

“What’s gotten into ya?! We were perfectly in sync just minutes ago ‘n now you’re actin’ insane!” He’s deflecting the tail expertly with his dual blades, but obviously struggles with it because he can’t put distance between himself and his very own suit. “Are you tryin’ to kill me?! And here I thought you’re one heck of an admirer!”

“I’M NOT TRYING TO KILL YOU! I’m stalling time!” the Kaiju countered.

You then hear Kaiju no. 10 address you, “Oi, Girlie! Run while you’re at it!”

Confusion took over your features and you pointed at yourself, saying, “Me? What for? Aren’t we uh, supposed to actually fight? I don’t have any plans to run from a fight—”

“Run from HOSHINA! Not from a fight!” it bellowed. 

Ah, now you’re even more confused. “Shouldn’t I be escaping from you, not him?”

Kaiju No. 10 seemed to get angry at this, finally spilling the beans for his sudden attack. “I think this guy’s turning into a Kaiju himself! He’s gotten insane, what a lunatic! One moment he’s coming up with fighting strategies, the next he’s thinking of ruining your suit and devouring you the moment you stepped in!” Its tail tried to smack Soshiro at the back of his head. “You bastard!” 

“Pfft…” 

“This guy was also thinking of something like, blowing out your back til you see stars?! The hell even is that! Is that a new way to kill?! Hoshina, you’re a traitor!”

Upon hearing it, you can’t help but burst into laughter, forearm holding your stomach. Tears formed in your eyes and you ended up rolling on the floor, stopping their fight midway and looking over at you. “I’m sorry— it’s just too funny!” you tried holding back your laughter again, “I-it’s just, pfft…, I’m sorry!” and you laughed again.

Soshiro sighed and sheathed his blades, scratching the back of his head. “Told ya to listen to me. You just made a fool of yourself, No. 10. And ya didn’t need to air out my business!”

“O-oi! Stop laughing! I tried to protect you from this bowlcut, what’s so funny about it?!”

Finally, you managed to calm yourself down. “Nothing, nothing! I’m pretty sure Soshiro meant that metaphorically. I’ll tell you if you need to attack him again though, I promise!” you hear Soshiro mumble, ‘But I meant that literally’ in which you playfully smacked his head.

“Can we proceed to the suit trial now? Thanks for giving me a good laugh.” you said. “And dear, I’ll be looking forward to that later.” you winked.

[xinxiaogato]

— snip! snip! snip...!

summary. the hairstyle of the guy with indigo eyes was very specific: a short jellyfish cut that ended at the base of his neck with wispy, sparse bangs lined up in the front. however, what would happen if your boyfriend gave someone free rein to a pair of scissors near his head?

love interests. gn!reader x kabukimono, scaramouche, and wanderer. (separately)

warnings. cursing, jealousy, unedited, and a lil spicy during wanderer’s part.

word count. 3,506.

note. let’s pretend both niwa and the nameless child (named “isamu” here) are alive at the same time for this fic… you are referred to as “reader” by the way!

꒰ 傾奇者 ꒱ — kabukimono

your cutie patootie of a boyfriend always burst through the door after working at the forge and embraced you as if centuries had passed since the last time you saw each other.

but today, for some odd reason, when you heard the familiar squeak of the front door, that squeak wasn’t followed by the usual croon of your name and a rush of footsteps toward you. instead, you listened to kabukimono wordlessly pad into the bathroom…

and he didn’t come out.

concerned for his well-being, you quickly made your way outside the room he barricaded himself in and knocked on the door twice. “kabukimono?” you called for him. “are you all right?”

silence.

and then you heard him sniffle.

“y-yeah, i’m okay,” his voice returned meekly. “please don’t worry about me…”

your heart squeezed tightly in your chest. “wait, are you crying?"

"..."

"kabukimono, please let me know what’s going on. we can work it out together. you know that.”

you prepared to give him space if there was no reply, but the door creaked open shortly after. you took that as an invitation to walk in but was abruptly glomped by him, his face buried into your chest.

“kabukimono!” startled, you tried to gently push your boyfriend off, but it was like the two of you got stuck together by adhesive glue.

“what happened?” you asked with what breath he hadn’t squeezed out of your lungs.

kabukimono was so, so embarrassed. half of the reason he refused to budge was the shame for not greeting you properly…

…but the other half was the atrocity that had become of his front bangs!

previously, niwa had noticed them getting a tad too long to the point they were poking into kabukimono’s eyes, so like a good samaritan, niwa suggested to give them a little trim. 

kabukimono should’ve protested a little harder when he saw niwa take out scissors the size of gardening shears.

“n-niwa…!” quivered kabukimono as he gawked at himself through a shard of glass.

“i’m so sorry, friend; this is all my fault! but it doesn’t look too bad?”

“…niwa, reader is going to break up with me.”

niwa offered up his bandana for kabukimono to wear home, but kabukimono knew he’ll have to face this dilemma head-on sooner or later.

however, the closer he got to his and your house of wooden veneer… the more he dreaded your reaction.

“kabukimono…” you said softly, which turned his stomach. “…may i see your face?”

“…”

against his better judgment, the wandering samurai peeled his face off of your clothes and angled it so that you could glimpse his bangs, which were much shorter than you were accustomed to. your lips parted in mild surprise as you took another second to process this.

“…i look terrible,” kabukimono murmured in the silence, tears pricking his bluish-purple eyes. he knew he was seconds away from bidding his quaint life with you goodbye. “p-please don’t leave me…” he added underneath his breath, his fingers gripping onto you tighter like you were about to disappear.

…so this is what he was trying to hide all along.

you let out a little “pfft” that captured his attention and then smoothed back his short bangs to plant a kiss as sweet as summer fruit on his forehead.

“kabukimono, you look perfect,” whispered you with only love in your eyes.

for the first time that night, kabukimono looked up and donned a gaze of profound intensity that felt like it was sucking you in. he really loved it when you said his name with your voice; it made him melt into a puddle. 

“i’m not gonna leave you over something this silly,” you continued, making him scrunch his face when you booped his nose. “besides, it’ll grow out.”

“really?” he croaked.

“really. now how about you wake up isamu while i get dinner ready?”

kabukimono blinked away tears that had threatened to spill down his cheeks earlier. you always dispelled his worries in a flash no matter how trivial they were. why did he ever have doubts in the first place? you were his sanctuary—the end-all to his anxiety of being abandoned. “okay!”

꒰ 国崩 ꒱ — scaramouche

slam!

that sound of the door to his bedroom was nothing to sneeze at, but the fact that the fatui harbinger didn’t greet you with a kiss on the lips as per usual was. hell, you didn’t even get the chance to see his face when he came home. that either meant he was really angry or really tired, and whether he joined you for dinner was up to you to test the waters.

tonight, you were feeling brave. how could he turn down your infamous chicken katsu?

“scara!” you exclaimed, wiping your hands on a towel before approaching the lion’s den. “i made dinner! or would you prefer a shower? or perhaps… moi?”

“…”

“i know you’re in there. at least give me a sign that you’re alive.”

“...”

“scaramouche! scaramouche! will you do the fandango?”

“...”

“sc-scara, there’s a fire in the kitchen!”

“…”

“seriously?”

well, you supposed you should’ve saved that one for later. you used that excuse last week to lure him out.

heaving a sigh, you turned on your heel to accept eating alone for the night when scaramouche suddenly whipped the door open and encircled his arms around you from behind, pulling a shocked you to his chest and locking you in place.

“if you turn around, we’re breaking up,” he grumbled into your ear.

“huh!?” you thrashed around in scaramouche’s grip to no avail. “that’s not something you can just decide on your own!”

“don’t care. if you saw me—!”

if you saw him, you would most definitely laugh, and the last thing scaramouche wanted to be was a laughing stock to his lover. of course he would cast aside his ego when it came to your reputation, but archons forbid you seeing him as something pitiable. not if he could help it.

“don’t you realize i’ll be more upset if i didn’t get to see your handsome face, darling?” you whined with futile tugs and twists at his wrists. “as to whatever happened, it can’t be that bad!”

oh, it was bad. really bad.

“the most important thing is eye contact!” declared his colleague with the irritatingly bright locks of orange hair. “after all, there’s a saying that eyes are the windows of the soul. how else are you supposed to communicate your feelings to them?”

“...dude, you don’t even have light in your eyes,” scaramouche responded. “why should i take advice from you?”

“what does that have to do with anything?”

sandrone’s massive puppet smacked tartaglia upside the head as she scowled. “stop making a ruckus, and just cut the balladeer’s bowlcut already. he looks homeless.”

“yes, i don’t think we can handle the sixth harbinger’s lamentation about his relationship much longer,” arlecchino grumbled, her eyes turning so far upward that they almost rolled right out of the room.

“none of you guys were even supposed to know about it!” scaramouche roared with fury practically emanating off of him.

this outburst had all the other partygoers of the tsarita’s banquet turning their heads. they couldn’t believe their eyes, but it was true. all ten executive heads of the fatui were gathered together in one place (fly high, signora). even the harbingers themselves never thought something like this would happen if it weren’t for you, who scaramouche had introduced and (to his dismay) had made them all smitten toward you. even the tsaritsa thought you were pleasant.

the fatui harbingers could not refuse your suggestion to have “team bonding events”—this gala being one of them—and the animosity between these lieutenants have actually lessened over time (by a hair’s breadth).

“i can use my water blades,” tartaglia offered, who thrusted his hands forward to summon them.

scaramouche’s hands balled into fists, ready to clock the eleventh harbinger before he even had the chance. “no. a thousand times no! don’t even get those things close to me if you want to live, you asshat.”

“what… transpired this?” whispered pulcinella, unable to keep up with the youngsters’ energy.

pantalone took it upon himself to explain the situation. “word is that our dear reader complimented the hairstyle of a subordinate working underneath the balladeer,” the regrator informed as he pushed his neck-strap spectacles higher up the bridge of his nose. “since then, he has failed to complete a single assignment.”

revealing his sharp canines, dottore snickered. “in spite of that, it truly is miraculous that the kid found someone who could get past his ironclad exterior.”

columbina hummed in agreement. “it is miraculous that anyone even likes him~!”

they eventually resorted to a pair of scissors that dottore had in his coat pocket (dottore was almost disappointed when il capitano reminded everyone that he carried one), and after some convincing and straight up fist fighting, it was decidedly pulcinella who got on a stool to give scaramouche a snip.

and pulcinella… doesn’t have the best eyes.

“if it’s about your dark circles, it’s okay,” you reassured scaramouche back in the present. “i’ll always accept you the way you are.”

“i don’t have dark circles!” in a fit of rage, scaramouche spun around to glare at you while blinking several times in quick succession and—lo and behold—gave you front-row seats to pulcinella’s botched job at cutting his bangs, which now ended halfway down his forehead. scaramouche felt his heart drop into his stomach at the sight of your widened eyes before he shoved his hat into your face and stormed off.

“w-wait, scara!” you chased after him to the living room, and he still refused to face you. “that was what you were worried about me seeing?”

following that was a silence that thickened the air. you walked up to his side and placed a hand on his shoulder. “hey… i like guys with short hair, you know?”

…

…

…

“...but that damn skirmisher had long hair,” your boyfriend grumbled.

ah. this confirmed your suspicion that he overheard you speaking to his underling. little did scaramouche know that you had just been asking about your boyfriend’s whereabouts that day (but of course the balladeer anxiously spying on you the whole time made it impossible for you to locate him).

“i also like guys with blue hair and blue eyes.” you went to stand in front of scaramouche and placed his kasa hat back onto his head before squishing his face with your hands. he furrowed his eyebrows and tried to pull away, but the almighty harbinger became weak before you very easily. “i like guys with red eyeliner. a big hat. a haughty attitude. i like you, darling. and nothing is going to change that.”

scaramouche clenched his jaw and looked down at the floor dejectedly. “...how can you stand it though? you just said my attitude is haughty. is that… fine?”

“i’m still here, aren’t i?” you smiled. “and i’m not going anywhere. even if you went bald.”

“...do not allow that image to form in your brain, reader.”

“it’s too late.”

“reader!”

but despite the irritation laced in his voice, his lips were curled into a smile reserved only for his lover’s eyes. he liked you, too, and nothing was going to change that.

꒰ 放浪者 ꒱ — wanderer

“lesser lord kusanali.”

the dendro archon whirled around and almost let out a breath of relief at the sight of you entering the sanctuary of surasthana, your fingers intertwined behind your back. “grand sage, it is good to see you,” nahida greeted earnestly. “i’m sorry for contacting you on such short notice, but you were the only one i could think of reaching out to.”

“really?” you cocked an eyebrow as you descended down the white stone walkway. not at all did you mind chatting with nahida when you had the chance, but if you were the only person capable of solving her problem, it must be serious. “what could be the matter?”

“well… it’s rather a long story.” scratching her cheek, the dendro archon recounted what took place that morning.

“what are you thinking about?” the little archon questioned as she and wanderer strolled along the outskirts of the city.

wanderer kicked a rock that had the misfortune of being in his path. “you and i both know the answer to that,” he stoically replied.

“has it been that long since you and reader have seen each other?”

those words made something in wanderer’s chest feel a foreign pang, one that only occurred when he envisioned your face.

“i know that they’re busy with official affairs,” he scoffed, coming to a full stop. nahida followed suit, looking back at him with a hand to her heart. “it just can’t be safe for humans to stay cooped up inside of their offices all day long.”

nahida knew the nonchalance in wanderer’s tone was just a cover-up for how much he missed you, and the archon was all too familiar with that feeling. “wanderer—”

“i’m gonna make them regret prioritizing their work over me.”

with a tip of his hat, wanderer started trudging back the way they came.

“hey, wait!” she rushed after him and clung onto one of the blue fabrics dangling from the back of his head covering, which yanked him back toward her.

“what?” he deadpanned.

“how are you planning to make reader regret it?” she asked her disciple, anxious about letting him out of her sight.

“...”

wanderer recalled overhearing a conversation in the grand bazaar. a woman was fawning over her husband’s new appearance, who shaved off his beard earlier that day because he wanted to surprise her, and it was like she fell in love with him for the first time all over again.

wanderer wanted you to fall in love with him all over again.

“haircut,” he grunted.

“haircut?” nahida echoed.

“i want a haircut.” wanderer blatantly pointed at his head.

nahida took a moment to process his request before breaking out into a smile antagonistic to his scowl. “leave it to me!”

“and that was my first time cutting someone’s hair…” concluded nahida quite dejectedly. “...so you can imagine his fury when he got his hands on a mirror…”

“oh, archons,” you muttered right in front of her, slapping a hand to your face. “where is he now?”

“i’m not sure… i think he grumbled something about curling up in a corner and never seeing a single person again before he flew away.”

the only place you could imagine he escaped to was your shared home together in sumeru city, which was the biggest decision you two had carried out together in your relationship so far. however, you had no idea that the house became such a lonely place for wanderer. anguish squeezed your heart as you pictured him eating dinner alone, pretending the food was satiating like you had suggested in the past because he had wanted to be more human. “like you,” he had said.

“please let the other sages know i am taking an early leave,” i said, pivoting on my heel. “lunch is on me tomorrow!”

“good luck!” nahida called out to you, and as you pushed through the doors of the sanctuary, you felt like you grew wings right there and then.

when was the last time you inhaled a breath of fresh air…?

you dashed home as fast as your little legs (that had been stationary for what? six days?) could carry you home. along the way, nilou stopped you to discuss performing for the people in aaru village, cyno wished to speak about dispatching additional soldiers to monitor trade in the caravan ribat, and al haitham wanted a vacation(?)

however, you had to direct each one of them to your p.o. box because there was one request that waited to be fulfilled for a long, long time.

“babe!” you exclaimed, stumbling a bit as you peeled off your shoes at the doorway. “babe, are you home?”

silence. every step you took further down the hallway entrance felt like stepping onto an eggshell, and your mind started to wonder. was he not actually here? where could he have gone then?

“babe—”

in a flash, you were tightly enveloped by a pair of arms that knocked the wind out of your lungs. you almost lost your footing if it weren’t for the wall right behind you while, in front of you, your lover’s shaking eyes were trying to immortalize every detail of your face onto the canvas of his mind.

“reader…” wanderer mumbled, his cold hands cupping your cheeks like they were made of glass. “you’re here.”

a complicated feeling began to creep up inside of your chest. you didn’t even have the heart to “pfft” at his bangs that looked like a kindergartener had cut it (which wasn’t far from the truth). the crooked ups and downs of his bangs were the least of your concerns.

“i’m so sorry, wanderer,” you whispered as you reached up and gently held his wrists. “i’ve been so busy with attending meetings and approving requests that—”

“shut it.”

wanderer leaned in and hungrily captured your lips with his, and it didn’t take long before they began to trail butterfly kisses down your jaw and to your neck. his grazing teeth coaxed small noises from your mouth as they made light work of your sensitive skin.

“wanderer, wait…”

he pulled back momentarily to look you dead in the eye. “i have waited far too long,” wanderer snarled. “just let me have you, reader…”

you could not risk losing the ability to walk like last time. an idea came over you in that moment to break the spell clouding wanderer’s eyes with lust and desire.

“i’M gONna mAke tHem rEGret pRioriTiziNg thEir worK oVEr Me!” you cried out dramatically as if you had been fatally wounded.

your allusion was so out of character that it completely caught him off guard. as wanderer pressed his lips into a thin line, he created some room for jesus between his body and yours and asked in a contemptuous voice, “did lesser lord kusanali make you come here?”

“of course not. i’m here because of you, babe.” you chuckled. “did you think i wouldn’t notice all the subliminal messages you planted in your works?”

wanderer’s eyes widened in light of that. “you read the scholars’ papers?”

“not typically, but i asked the sage of the vahumana darshan to provide me with yours,” you clarified.

you adored the way your partner wrote—even if he always acted like crafting those essays together was a chore. reading his dissertation on societal issues in inazuma was actually how you two crossed paths, as you voraciously sought the author behind it. who would have predicted that the aloof, cold stranger nahida introduced to you as “hat guy” became your clingy mess of a boyfriend years later?

“whatever, don’t pull that disappearing act on me again,” he snapped, flicking your forehead in an odd display of affection. you held back a few colorful words from the sheer strength he put into that finger.

“it’s not like i was trying to avoid you,” you stated. “plus, i would argue that you disappeared, too, babe. even our archon couldn’t surmise where you ran off to.”

“well, you knew where to find me.” and that’s all that matters, he chose not to add.

a soft laugh bubbled from your throat as you directed your attention back to what made him disappear in the beginning. “hey… there’s no need to doll yourself up to get my attention.” you gently swept his silky bangs to the side. “you are always on my mind and even more so when we’re apart.”

a hush descended over the world around you two as wanderer squinted his troubled eyes and averted them to the floor in deep thought.

he could not kid himself any longer. you, a measly and pathetic mortal, had successfully slipped past the outer shell he built to fool irminsul into believing that he was not an individual worthy of loving, existing, redeeming.

“...”

“wanderer?”

"...rea..."

reader, each day felt longer than the last without you by my side.

i never thought i would have a person in this world who wanted me as much as you do.

 if i had to thank beelzebub for one thing, it would be creating me so that i could meet you.

you are the center of my universe.

“teyvat to wanderer…?”

but wanderer would rather die than say allat. hmm, maybe he’ll put those heartfelt words on paper so that you can read them in your office, giggling and kicking your feet.

in the meantime, he settled on dragging you to the bedroom. “you’re getting punished anyway.”

“wha…!? wait, wanderer!”

but on the inside, you were so happy that it didn’t matter if your boyfriend had to fly you to the akademiya every morning for the next several days. you wished for nothing to take away the beautiful smile you could see creeping onto his face.

© xinxiaogato. please do not translate my work without permission or attempt to plagiarize it.

[h3avens4ngel]

𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲

𝟏𝟖+ | 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 | 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫-𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: bratty Steven, jealousy, pussy eating! Face eating, switch Steven, slightly argument, reader slightly insecure about not showering after work, pussy fiend Steven, kissing, language, pet names (love, honey, sweet girl, sweetheart, perfect girl), mentions of Jake

Steven was so possessive at times. He hated whenever another man went up and flirted with you during your shifts. He’d scoff to himself and death glare the men, trying to look as intimidating as he could, yet protesting whenever Jake said he could take care of it.

Today was one of those days. You came home later than Steven, the museum had you doing some late shifts and Steven got the earlier shifts. “Hi baby” you bubbly smiled as you locked the door to Steven’s flat.

You turned around looking for Steven and getting a little taken aback to see Steven sitting on the couch with a bothered look on his face. “You ok?”

Steven didn’t answer, all he did was nod. You knew that meant no. “What’s the matter Steven” you worriedly hurried toward him, sitting next to him and fully facing him. “Nothing love” he muttered in a semi whiney tone.

“Steven what’s wrong” you sigh “nothing! Nothing at all. You seem to be occupied already” he hissed in a brattish tone “huh?” You raised an eyebrow at his words, occupied? With what?

“My job? Steven you know I can’t control the shifts they give me” you sigh, leaning into his shoulder and kissing his jaw “I’m not talking about your shifts!” He yells.

“What the hell Steven? I can’t read your mind!” You reply back in the same tone “that damn new guy pfft. With his stupid American accent ‘how are you today’ oh how he loves to talk” Steven muttered.

You tried not to laugh at Steven’s American accent, cute. “You’re jealous” you chuckled. Stevens cheeks turned a light shade of pink as you smiled over at him “you don’t need to be jealous Steven, I love you and only you. You know that already don’t you?” you cooed.

“I- I’m not jealous”

“Mmhm” you giggled. Steven was cute when he was all flustered and embarrassed, he was SO jealous. How adorable.

Steven’s breath hitched as you straddled him, pushing him back onto the couch and running your hands through his curly locks “look at me” you whispered.

Steven stared up at you puppy eyed and flushed “I only want you, only you Steven. I couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend than you” you hummed. Your lips softly pressed kisses onto his lips and down his neck “you’re all I could ever ask for Steven”

His hands were on his sides and head thrown back as you began to make your way back up to his mouth “I’m sorry” he whined. His hands shakily moved up to your hips “I- I was being a bit harsh” He quietly admitted.

You chuckled, nodding at his change in demeanor as he lowered his head and began to apology kiss all over you neck. “You were” you agreed.

Steven whined in response, feeling guilty, he was determined to make it up to you. “I’m sorry honey, I’m so so sorry.” He whispered, his lips pressing soft kisses and hands trembling as he hiked your skirt up.

“Let me give you one part of my apology sweetheart? You’re always nothing but sweet my perfect girl. But I let my thoughts get the best of me yeah?” He softly smiled. “Jealousy looks cute on you” you tease, a moan spilling from his pretty plump lips as you began to grind onto his lap.

“Let me make it up to you love?” He muttered, his mouth in agar as he tried to keep himself calm. “Of course” you hummed.

And with that Steven gently pushed you onto the couch, his hands exploring your body while trying to contain himself. “Fucking hell” he hissed after one look at how soaked your pretty lace panties were. Steven gawked at the way you were all gushy and sticky for him already.

As one of his fingers feasibly pulled past your panties and ran down you folds, Steven let out an audible moan. You were expecting a good fucking but once you saw Steven lick his lips, you got a little worried.

Sure you loved when he ate you out like it was the last meal he’ll ever get but you had been working all day you felt like that wasn’t the best choice.

Steven eagerly tugged your panties down and lowering himself down to your cunt “Steven I haven’t showered yet not th-“ you tried to protest but before you could finish your sentence he shushed you and muttered an I could care less.

You gasped as his soft tongue lapped at your puffy folds as he carelessly pulled you onto his mouth. It was so overwhelming feeling Steven buried between your thighs but he felt like it wasn’t enough. He wanted more, wanted to feel you completely immersed in him.

He pulled back hastily, pulling you up and taking your position as he lightly manhandled you. You were in complete shock at how easily he could lift you up and carelessly mold you into place. Steven was never usually this bold.

“Sit on my face lovey, come on honey” he whined as you sat up on his lap. You stared at him in shock but didn’t dare to not comply “I- yea- ok” you muttered. For the first time, you were the one stuttering, not him.

Steven tried to hide his smile but it was no use, he motion you up and yanked you forward the second you started scooting forward.

Steven felt like a jerk and a complete idiot for letting his worries and insecurities all out on you. He felt like it was a little unfair to eat you out as an apology since it was certainly no punishment for him.

You chuckled as Steven eagerly wrapped his arms around your thighs, salivating at the sight of your pussy “oh fu-“ you gasped as he pulled you onto his face, a loud moaning coaxing out of him as you sink onto his mouth.

You try and lift yourself up for his comfort but to his protest, he groans and sinks his nails in your thighs “sit f’me” he mumbled into you pussy. Steven was getting needier by the second, the taste of your natural scent mixed with delicious slick coating his tongue was overwhelming.

His hips thrusted subconsciously into the air, his whines and moans growing in intensity as you pulled at his pretty brown hair “stevennn oh my go-“ you shakily squealed, a high pitch moan filling his ears as you began to throb in his mouth.

He could feel your poor throbbing clit against his tongue encouraging him to lap and swirl his tongue at what was his “mine, al- all mine mmhmm” he panted. Steven messily ate you out as he watched you begin to shake above him.

You were in shock by the way he had you in his grip, he wasn’t going to let go until he showed you how sorry he was. The feeling of his soft wet tongue expertly swirling around your clit was something you could never get tired of, neither of you could.

“I- I’m gonna I- Steven oh fuckk” you gasped as you slumped forward. His moans grew even louder as you pushed deeper into him. All you could hear was muffled whines and moans as he began rubbing his hips against the cushion for some friction, hoping his pants would tug on his painfully hard boner.

Steven let out a loud moan as he came into his boxers, his loads coating and messily seeping through his thin boxers. You softly sat yourself back into his lap, letting him ride out his orgasm and encourage him as you softly grind onto him.

Steven looked so pretty like this, eyes squeezed shut as he threw his head back in bliss. He was panting and whining as he came down from his orgasm “I love you so much, my sweet girl.”

[tokyo-debunker-idk]

A Song of Ice and Aneurysm | 02

Summary: Jin Kamurai might be feared and respected as the wintery King of Frostheim, but even he is no match for a cursed honor student denser than any iceberg known to mankind.

Pairing:Kamurai Jin x Reader

Genre: Humor, romantic comedy, fluff, Jin struggling to emote, eventual smut, COMPLETE

18+, minors DNI

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"Bianerus."

You're so captivated by Jin's smile that it takes you a moment to register that he's summoned his stigma.

Shit.

The last and only time you had seen him use his ability, he had forced an entire horde of anomalies to their knees. His words of command had somehow bolstered Kaito's aim with his bow and arrow, saving you. Then, Jin had given Tohma enough power to bring down an entire building.

What is he going to do to you?

"Answer me truthfully."

Is he looking for blackmail material? Or perhaps he's going to have you spill your darkest secrets, your humiliation a punishment for pissing him off?

"Do you really not understand why I was upset with you?"

Before you can think, can come up with any sort of answer to appease him, your mouth opens as you are forced to obey.

"No," you respond, internally cringing at how breathy you sound. Though it's only to be expected when you've been subjected to the utter whiplash that has been this entire situation. Why you need to be in Jin's lap, why he has to be cupping your face like a lover as this strange conversation occurs is completely lost to you.

As your brain works overtime to process the overwhelming amounts of conflicting information it's receiving, something about his wording distracts you.

"W-was? Are you not upset with me now?"

Your own question makes his brows knit in annoyance, and he closes his eyes as if praying for patience.

"Oh no, you're still pissing me off," he answers bluntly. Yet despite his obvious irritation, his hold is still gentle, and your heart is pounding not out of fear but because his face is only inches from your own. "Are you always this fucking clueless?"

Apparently his command to answer truthfully is still in effect, because your response comes before you have even registered his insulting question.

"Yes."

What the fuck, brain? Your own psyche is betraying you, it seems.

Your answer at least seems to have eased some of the captain's ire, however, because he lets out a noise that sounds suspiciously like a "pfft".

"Are you pouting right now?"

How rude, of course you're not.

"Yes."

You hate his ability. You really do. You want to hate Jin too, but his amused expression is melting any leftover remnants of your self-respect.

It's unfair, really, just how beautiful he is. If he wasn't, maybe you could take his arrogance and rudeness at face value and forget the secret kindness he hides under his sheets of ice. The way he quietly does take care of his house and subordinates despite pretending otherwise. Maybe then, you would be properly worried that you are completely at his mercy. Instead, all you can think of is the warmth of his body against yours and the gentle way his hands have locked you into place.

"Continue answering truthfully."

You wonder why he's refreshed his order, what exactly he intends to ask you, because nothing about this meeting has gone the way you've expected.

For a moment, Jin hesitates. Then, his hand slides under your chin and your mind goes blank. Because his lips are suddenly brushing your temple in a gentle kiss that makes you freeze.

"Is that alright?"

Instantly, your own mouth opens to reply. "Yes."

You can't quite believe this is happening, that you're in Jin's lap and he's just kissed you like you're something delicate and perfect.

"And this?"

His next attack is to trail his lips against your jaw, and you can't hold back the tiny whimper that leaves your throat. You never would have expected this sweet, quiet treatment from the imperious captain and it's reducing your brain to mush and your insides to jelly.

"Mmhmm," you hum in assent, still dazed when he pulls back despite the fact that he hasn't even actually kissed your lips. There's a devastating, satisfied smirk on his face as he takes in your flushed expression.

"Is there anything else you want?"

Now that's just cruel, when it's clear he already knows the answer. Yet still, even without his stigma, you would tell the truth.

"You."

The smirk deepens.

"Take what you want, then."

Your body reacts faster than your mind, pressing closer against him as your lips finally meet his. You wrap your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers in his soft, messy hair.

In any other circumstance you might have been more shy, less certain of your actions. However, Jin's order strips away any inhibitions you might have had, and when his lips part you take the invitation to lick into his mouth a little more desperately than you meant to.

It's his fault, really, for giving free reign to the desire that's been itching under your skin since he fucking kabedon'ed you with his leg. Who the fuck would even think of doing that other than this foul-mouthed, grouchy, beautiful idiot of a man?

It's his fault for meeting your tongue with his own so quickly, just as needy as you. For the way his husky groan goes straight between your legs, reminding you that your uniform skirt provides no shield against the bulge forming in his slacks.

Take what you want? You want him. All of him.

"Anything?" you ask, pulling back just enough to gaze into Jin's icy eyes. His cheeks are flushed a pretty pink, and you can't resist rolling your hips against him. His hands come down to your hips to press you harder against his erection and you let out a little whine at the delicious friction.

"Whatever you want, princess."

Your heart flutters at the pet name, so sweet falling from his lips (and a welcome change from peasant). The way he squeezes your ass is decidedly less sweet, but the assurance that he wants you just as much as you want him sends heat throughout your entire body.

Jin's words are all the encouragement you need to kiss him again, and you shove the jacket off his broad shoulders in the process so you can run your hands down his chest.

The planes of his abs are evident even over his button-up, which is frankly not fair. Where does he find the time to maintain his body between his busy schedule of yelling at Tohma and ordering you around? Is it a ghoul physiology thing?

Whatever, that's not important when there is a veritable feast of beautiful man meat before you. Jin isn't the type to give free rein for long, and you waste no more time in unbuttoning his shirt as he chuckles into your mouth.

"You were so shy that time I told you to wash this," he remarks, shrugging his shoulders out of the shirt as you let your eyes rove over his bare skin. You pause your appreciation to frown at him.

"That's because you're incredibly confusing," you complain, horniness momentarily forgotten as you lean back to cross your arms. "I didn't think I was allowed to look."

"Oh?"

There's a dangerous undercurrent in Jin's voice, and suddenly your vision spins and you're on your back, staring wide-eyed at the shirtless man above you.

"And now?"

His hand slips under your shirt, and you shiver as his fingers skate over the soft skin of your belly.

"I'm still a little con-fused!" Your reply ends in a squeak when he cups your breast over your bra and pinches your nipple through the fabric.

Jin sighs, then leans in to you so his face is a hair's breadth from your own. His eyes pierce yours, locking you into place.

"I ask you to come see me every day."

Before you can say that "ask" is a very generous term for his demanding texts, he kisses you hard. When you moan he nips at your lower lip as if to punish you for your thought.

"I dance with you and only you at the ball I provided your dress for."

Your neck is next, and you whimper uncontrollably as he kisses you, bites you, sucks bruises into your delicate skin. He's good at this, adept at finding exactly where you're the most sensitive and abusing it until you're trembling beneath him.

"I give you a fucking boat for your mission."

He pinches your nipple again, hard, and you yelp despite the zing of electricity it sends straight between your legs.

"You really thought I felt nothing for you?"

You're hot all over, not just from his actions but at the way he's staring at you now, like he's ready to eat you alive. There's warmth in your chest as well, that this isn't just some physical way for him to vent his frustration – that you mean something to him.

"Show me, then," you order breathlessly, tangling your fingers in his hair to crash his lips back onto yours.

It's as if his (sort of) confession has broken down any remaining barriers between you, and the kiss quickly grows hot and messy. There's more passion than finesse and you love it, moaning into his mouth as you wrap your legs around his hips to grind against him.

Your hands roam the hard, warm planes of his bare back and he groans into your mouth when you scratch lightly with your nails. He's so broad, and you begin fumbling at the buttons of your shirt, desperate to feel his skin against yours.

Apparently Jin is just as impatient, because without removing his lips from yours, he grabs the sides of your shirt from your hand and rips it open, uncaring of the buttons as they go flying.

"Jin, that's one of my only shirts," you hiss, torn between irritation and arousal because holy shit that was fucking hot.

"I'll buy you a hundred more," he replies with a smirk, letting his eyes feast on your nearly bare torso. "Or not, you look better like this."

You feel yourself flush at the shameless way he's staring, and to mask your embarrassment you rip your shirt off the rest of the way. Your bra follows, and you feel a small thrill of confidence when Jin lets out a ragged breath.

"So beautiful, princess," he groans, sinking back down on you to reclaim your lips. His hands cup your breasts, and you arch into his touch when his thumbs brush your nipples. "I'm never letting you go after this."

You pant and moan into his mouth as he begins to pinch, rub, and knead, every one of his actions sending hot jolts of pleasure to your core.

In an attempt to give him some of the pleasure (and torture) you're receiving, you reach down to palm him over this trousers and damn, not only does he have a big ego and big sword, but apparently a big sword as well. He groans and bucks into your hand, but you're already fumbling with his belt.

Soon the buckle clinks open and you barely wait to undo the button of his pants before slipping your hand to find the hard length of him. To your shock he's not wearing any boxers, and when you wrap your fingers around him Jin gives another strangled moan.

"Fuck, princess," he growls into your lips, voice husky with desire. One of his large hands trails down your body to dip below the hem of your skirt, just barely brushing the edge of your panties, when a thought strikes you.

"Wait."

Jin freezes, withdrawing his hand immediately and looking at you in concern.

"What's wrong?"

"Were you freeballing when you leg kabedon'ed me?"

The worry immediately melts into relief, which then becomes disbelief. For a few long moments he just stares at you, expression growing more and more irritated.

"That's what you're worried about right now?" he asks in a low, incredulous growl. "I thought you were telling me to stop."

The idea that he essentially shoved his balls in your face the first time you met had been so startling that you had forgotten everything else. Including the fact that your hand is currently still on his dick and you yourself are half-naked beneath him. Oops.

"No, definitely don't stop," you assure him. You want to feel bad for worrying him, you really do, but he looks so sexy with his jaw clenched in annoyance that you're immediately reminded of the ache between your legs. He looks like he's about to complain again, and you decide now is not the time to inquire about his underwear habits.

"Jin," you murmur softly, giving his cock a squeeze that you hope distracts him from his ire. His sharp exhale tells you you're successful, and with your free hand you guide his own back towards your core.

You stroke him slowly, tentatively and he lets out a strained "fuck" before caressing your pussy over your underwear. When he realizes how wet you are, he curses again before shoving the fabric aside. You whimper as he slowly, torturously, drags his fingers up and down your wet slit, bucking into his hand in a wordless plea for more.

Jin obliges, and you're glad the room is soundproof because the noise you make when he presses one of his thick fingers into you is depraved and needy.

Then his finger curls, and the cry you let out makes all of your earlier moans seem like church prayers.

"There?" he asks smugly, leaning back so he can get a good view of your face as drags the pad of his finger against that spot again. You think you babble an assent as he sets a delicious, relentless rhythm and you try to do the same, stroking him in a manner that only gets more uncoordinated as he drives you closer and closer to your peak.

"Jin," you pant desperately, grinding your hips into the curl of his fingers. He must have added another at some point, because the stretch feels so good that all you can see are the stars Jin has hung before you. "I'm – I'm gonna –"

"That's it, princess," he gasps, thrusting into your hand because you've long since ceased being able to focus on anything other than the relentless pleasure Jin is driving into you. "Come for me."

He doesn't even use his stigma, and yet you're powerless to resist. You fall apart with a wordless cry, spurred by his clever fingers, face contorting in pleasure that radiates from your core all the way to your toes. He stills his movements but presses his palm hard against your clit just when your spasms subside and you choke at the fresh, muted wave of pleasure.

You're still coming back to your senses when he withdraws his fingers and kisses you softly, stroking your hair with his free hand.

"Such a good girl," he murmurs into your neck, nipping and sucking at your tender skin. Honey oozes through your chest at his praise and gentle touch, the side of Jin that no one gets to see but you. You tug lightly at his hair to encourage him to kiss you again, and this time the slide of your tongues is more relaxed, easing you back into the waking world.

Jin is still hard in your grip, and when you resume your ministrations, his movements falter. You rub your palm around his tip and his moan vibrates against your tongue, and you feel yourself getting wet again.

"Jin, I need you," you murmur into his lips, withdrawing your hand from his pants only to shove them down and off his ass. Which you also take the opportunity to squeeze.

He sits up to kick them the rest of the way off and you do the same, yanking your skirt and panties down and tossing them wherever so you can admire the Adonis before you.

Every inch Jin's body looks like it was carved from marble by ancient Greek sculptors, each muscle taut and perfect. Well, except the several inches that constitute his cock, which is much larger than what was fashionable at the time. And you're not really sure how many sculptures there were with erect dicks.

"You're drooling."

With a start you wipe at your mouth, then scowl at the ghoul in indignation.

"Hey! No I wasn't!"

Jin snorts and takes your hand to pull you closer, and you very quickly forget everything when he kisses your palm, then the underside of your wrist. You shudder as the light touches send butterflies fluttering through your chest. Were those areas always so sensitive, or is it just because it's Jin?

"So cute, even when you're being a fucking idiot," he murmurs, eyes glittering with amusement as you huff and roll to face away from him. So rude. Even if hearing him call you cute turns your insides into goo.

Jin chuckles and presses his body to your back, and for a man everyone says is cold, all you can feel from his skin is heat. His hand skims over your breast before trailing down your stomach and you melt into him in spite of yourself.

"So you want it from behind?"

He says it just as his hand dips between your thighs, breath hot against your ear, and you forget to reply when he just barely presses his finger past your folds. You moan quietly, grinding your backside against his cock and Jin groans just as softly when he feels you still wet for him.

Suddenly his warmth vanishes, but before you can wonder what he's doing, he's pushing you onto your back and forcing your legs apart with his knees.

"Maybe next time," he muses, stroking your exposed pussy as you stare up at him with swollen lips and messy hair. "I want to see your face the first time you come on my cock."

Your face floods with heat at his filthy words, and his predatory gaze makes you feel more like prey than a princess. It only turns you on further, and when he gives his length a few cursory pumps before lining himself up, you swear your mouth actually does water.

Jin pauses, the blunt head of his cock just barely kissing your entrance.

"Tell me you want this," he rasps. His pupils are dilated, eyes heavy with desire and he looks like he'd love nothing more than to devour you whole. Yet he still waits, and it makes you want him even more.

You take his free hand, threading your fingers together, and pull him down so his forehead bumps yours.

"Please, Jin," you whisper, heart pounding. "I want this. I want you."

Jin kisses you just as his length presses against you, swallowing the needy whimper that escapes your throat. Instead of pushing in, he drags his cock up and down your slit, rubbing your clit with each stroke and you buck your hips towards him, wanting more.

"Jin," you gasp against his lips and tongue, hot and needy and achingly empty. "Can you please just – ahh!"

You moan as he finally presses into you, eyes rolling back as Jin's thick length cleaves into your walls. The stretch is agonizingly delicious, and he's so big that despite your wetness he has to go slow, pulling out shallowly just so he can fuck you deeper with each roll of his hips. By the time he's fully sheathed in your cunt, you're gasping and digging your nails into his back.

"You're doing so good for me, Princess," Jin breathes in a strained voice, pressing kisses to your neck as you whimper and wiggle beneath him.

"More," you whine, wrapping your legs around his hips as you try to take him deeper, desperate to take everything he has to offer.

"Fuck," he curses, grinding into you so hard you swear you can feel him in your throat. You pulse around him, slick walls gripping his cock like a vice and he curses again, grabbing your hips so he can properly fuck into you the way you both want.

Each thrust makes you see stars, and the room echoes with the indecent sound of skin slapping skin, Jin's harsh, uneven breathing, and your moans as you beg him for more.

Jin feels incredible, his cock hitting spots you weren't even aware of, and when he reaches between your bodies to massage your clit you can't help but buck wildly against him.

"Nng, fuck," you choke, because it's almost too much and somehow still not enough. With each thrust of his hips, each circle of his thumb on your clit, you lose more and more of your grip on reality and you yank his face to yours in a desperate clash of teeth and tongue.

"Don't stop," you gasp into his mouth as he fucks you into what feels like another plane of existence. You barely feel like a human anymore, but rather a bundle of nerves and pleasure growing tighter, tighter, until –

"Jin!" you wail, back arching as the tension snaps into rapture and you explode into a million pieces.

"Shit," Jin grunts, pace faltering as he feels you spasm uncontrollably around his cock. He buries his face into the side of your neck and you wrap your arms and legs around him, still trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm. "Where–"

"Inside," you beg, tightening your legs around him as his thrusts grow harder and more erratic. Jin's answering groan is feral, animalistic, and when he spills inside of you he bites your shoulder hard enough to make you cry out.

"Fuck," he pants quietly, running his tongue over the bite in a silent apology before propping himself up on an arm to gaze down at you. You smile as you brush some of his sweaty hair out of his face, looking into beautiful icy eyes that thaw only for you.

"You're beautiful," Jin murmurs softly, leaning in to press a kiss on your forehead, then the tip of your nose, then your lips. You're melting again, reduced to an embarrassing puddle of adoration at his gentle treatment.

"You too," you reply dreamily, in a haze of post-coital contentment as you snuggle into Jin's chest. You feel his chuckle vibrate against your skin and he wraps his free arm around you, holding you close. "Wait, so why were you upset?"

"Oh my fucking god."

[the-kr8tor]

I'm back! 🤭 can I get hobie who's friends with a goofy but oblivious reader. They're both crushing but reader thinks he's just being friendly(i mean look how he sweet he is with miles, gwen, and pav. How could he like me like me pfft you guys are silly). Like they match his flirty vibes and touchiness and everyone thinks they're dating but nah readers just like that and hobies like I don't know what we are but one of these days I'll just kiss them and hope for the best(if he did it'd be the shocked oh before the can you do that again from them?)🥰 It's totally not because I'm that silly friend who flirts with all her friends but can't take a hint when someone likes her unless they litteraly throw it in my face.

Hi hun! Thank you for requesting!! Sorry this took a bit. Hope you like it ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x spidey! Reader/ Spider-Punk x spidey! Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, Lovestruck Hobie, FLUFF.

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You're on a stakeout with Hobie, perched on top of a skyscraper, he sits next to you on the dirty ledge, eyes fixated on the two m&m's wedged between your index and thumb, the blue one is on your right, on your left is the green one, looking worse for wear. Hobie's eyes are glued on your fingers squeezing on both m&m's like he's watching his favourite band play in front of him. His arm is looped around your shoulder, providing much needed warmth from the cool air.

"Green's not lookin' too good, love" he says too close to your ear, breath fanning over your cheek

"We'll see" you squeeze harder on the candies, the blue one cracks under the pressure, chocolate spills over your fingers. "Tough luck for you, Hobie" you grin at him, holding the cracked candy for him.

"Best of 11?" He asks, grabbing your wrist, bringing the chocolate over to his mouth. You're sure he can feel your pulse thumping against your wrist.

"Told you to pick green" a smug look on your face, hiding what you're really feeling.

"What can I say, I like rooting for the underdogs"

Before you could reply, your communicator rings. Popping the small bubble of relaxation you've both created.

"Sorry to interrupt, lovebirds" Gwen's voice rings out on your bracelet "time to switch it up"

You sigh, completely missing Gwen's first sentence, Hobie retracts his arm away, disappointing you both. Standing to your full height, "well, I'll see you in a few hours", quickly popping the candy in your mouth, you grab your mask, pulling it down, Hobie stops you halfway.

"Wait" he takes a few steps towards you, thumb over the edge of your lips. Your heart stops, thinking he's gonna make his move.

You've been crushing on him for a while now, but you could never make out whether his touches and flirty comments are completely platonic or romantic, considering he's always like that to his friends. So unless he says otherwise you'll always see him as being friendly towards you.

He rubs his thumb over the tip of your lips "you got chocolate on it" Hobie wipes the last bits off. Definitely just friendly though, right?

"Thanks" you murmur out, heat rising on your cheeks.

For Hobie though, he almost kissed you right there and then, with how the moonlight shines overhead bathing you in its glow, how could he not? He's sure your lips would taste of chocolate if he did. But he stops, realizing it's probably not the right time since you're both standing on a dirty rooftop. He wants to make it perfect for you and finally cement your relationship.

Hobie taps your covered cheek fondly, "watch your back"

"You watch yours" you pat his chest, Hobie's breathing stops for a second.

Hobie drops and swings away towards the other stakeout location before he could cave in and actually kiss you.

You turn your back, swinging towards your designated location. Dropping down next to Gwen. She's looking through her binoculars watching and waiting for the anomaly to appear.

"Finally, took your sweet time with loverboy" She tosses the binoculars, you fumble with it for a second before you catch it. Her hands are poised on her hips, head tilted accusingly to you.

"He's not my 'loverboy'. He's just a friend" you look through the binoculars, hiding how her comment flustered you.

"Mm-hmm sure, friends definitely look at eachother like that. And they definitely feed each other chocolates from your fingers"

You move your neck a little bit too fast, eyes widening at her. "You were listening in?"

"Hey, not my fault!" Her hands are up in a surrender "you do know our communicators are all on and connected for this mission, right?"

"Oh my god!" You squeak out, hands flying towards your face in embarrassment. "Why didn't you tell us?" You peak through your fingers.

"I tried to! But Lyla stopped us, she said something about friends to lovers, slowburn seventy k or whatever that means"

"Us?! Pav heard too?!" You move your hands over your head, wishing invisibility is in your arsenal of spidey powers. You look at your bracelet.

"Don't worry Lyla turned it off now, she said there's no drama anymore since you're not partnered up now" Gwen reassures you. "It's okay! We all know you're together" she puts a comforting hand on your back, patting it softly.

Your eyes almost pop out of its sockets, mouth agape "we're not together!"

"What?" Gwen chuckles "you sure?"

"Why? Did he say something?" Hope sparks in your chest. Were you in a relationship this entire time? It's not that you'll protest against it, hell you'll even welcome it, saves you the awkward 'asking him out' part. Were you that dense?

"No, with how touchy you both are, we all thought you were together" Gwen shrugs.

"Huh?! What do you mean everyone?!"

"Everyone, the entire spider society. Honestly Miguel's been thinking about setting up an HR department because of your pda"

You crumble to your feet, embarrassment flooding your body. Sure you're also very affectionate to your friends, especially Hobie, but you never thought in a million years that people actually thought you're together.

Meanwhile, Pavitr's been gushing to Hobie about what he heard (and seen, he and Gwen might've glanced your way for a bit) between the two of you.

"You two were so cute!" Pav shakes Hobie's arm.

"Yeah, yeah" if he squints hard enough, he can see you talking to Gwen. "You didn't even bother telling us about the communicator?"

Pav stops in his tracks, chuckling while rubbing the back of his neck "I tried to, bro! But Lyla said It's important for the mission"

"Sure" that's not new, Lyla has been trying to finally get you two together for a while now. He sees you drop to your knees, but he can't make out why you're on the floor.

As if Pavitr senses Hobie's feelings, he pipes up "don't worry, they like you too. Just tell it to them straight"

"I know they like me too, I just don't know what we are"

"Dude, everyone already thinks you're dating, they're just a bit dense, no offense"

Hobie scoffs "don't care what they think" he stops, looking at Pav with a confused look. "What do you mean dense?"

"I didn't mean it in a bad way! It's just– I don't think they know that you like them" Pavitr bounces on the balls of his feet.

Huh, so that's why you've never initiated anything, or even told me you like me. Hobie thinks, everything makes sense now. Your shy smiles and tentative flirting back fits right in like a missing puzzle piece. You don't know. He's never confessed to someone before, maybe he should just kiss you and hope for the best.

You pace around the small rooftop "it's silly, he can't actually like me, right?"

Gwen opens her mouth to speak but you keep talking to yourself, like you're trying to convince yourself how could Hobie like you more than a friend would? "Like seriously, how can he like me? He's like that with everyone! He's just being friendly y'know. You're so silly, Gwendy" you ramble on, laughing loudly, a little too crazy of a laugh for Gwen's liking.

"Okay, you clearly like him back" Gwen sighs, exasperated, shaking your form like she's trying to wake you up "Just tell him" She moves to the side showing you where Hobie stands on the opposite rooftop, his and Pav's body a small dot in your eyesight. You look at Gwen confused, he's a bit too far for a confession, but you throw caution into the wind, Gwen's encouraging words pushing you to just do it. Cupping your hands over your mouth into a makeshift megaphone.

"Hobie!" You scream loud enough to get his attention, you see him raise his arm. Gwen stands next to you, facepalming. "I like you!"

"What?!" Hobie yells back, mirroring your stance, he genuinely didn't hear you. Pavitr stands next to him, groaning. Yep you're perfect for eachother. He thinks.

Gwen murmurs out "love makes you so stupid" she taps a few buttons on her bracelet opening the line of communication for the team.

"I like you!" You shout it again, this time Hobie hears it loud and clear. He doesn't waste a second, jumping from the roof, he swings as fast as he could to you.

Lyla's hologram appears, a popcorn in her hand, she squeals "it's happening!" Gwen side eyes her, wishing she had some popcorn too. She stands a bit farther away giving you both space, seeing Pav jumping up and down from his roof.

Hobie lands breathlessly in front of you, hands waiting to break that barrier between you.

"Hi" you smile shyly.

"Hi" He cups your face in his hands, carefully sliding off your mask until he can see you in all your glory. "There you are"

"Here I am" you could only manage to bracelet his wrists with your hands, breathing matching his.

Hobie bites the bullet, "can I?" Tapping your lips with his pointing finger.

You swallow down "mm-hmm"

"Need you to use your words, love" He needs you to say it, just in case it goes over your head again. Hobie removes his mask in one swift move, quickly putting his hand back to your face.

Gwen takes this as a sign to leave, swinging towards an excited Pav. Lyla's hologram stays to the side, eyes glued to you both, she ignores the fifth call from Miguel.

"You can kiss me" his affection doesn't fly over your head this time, understanding his actions completely.

He leans down, feeling your lips against his. You can feel him smile through the kiss, you both taste like chocolate. You loop your arms over the back of his neck, pulling him closer. Hobie chuckles. Melting in his touch, you take it that he likes you back.

He reluctantly pulls away for air, you look at him your pupils blown out, your lips shining. Tilting your head you ask meekly "do that again?" Hobie chuckles deeply, pecking your nose before he kisses your lips again.

Pavitr shakes Gwen's shoulders excitedly, "I did that" he puffs his chest out in pride. While Gwen's already thinking of ways he can tease Hobie.

Miguel's hologram suddenly appears next to Lyla. He takes one look of you both tangled together, yelling out "That's it! We're having a meeting about workplace relationships!--" Lyla cuts him off, sighing, her hologram glows a bright pink. Good thing the anomaly didn't show up.

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[hazbinshusk]

for this kiss roulette thingy

18 with blitzo?👀

prompt #18: a kiss while laughing.

“I’m not sure you understand the point of Valentine’s Day,” you note dryly as you enter Blitzø’s office, tossing the stack of polaroids you held onto the desk in front of him. He looks up, an eyebrow quirked innocently, but a smirk crosses his features as his gaze falls down to the photos strewn across his desk. He’d hidden a series of lewd photos everywhere from in your fridge to taped to the bottom of the office coffee pot. Each one had been labelled with a poorly scribbled ‘Happy Valentines Day’ in various levels of misspellings.

“Sure, I fuckin’ do,” he says with a shrug, tucking his hands behind his head. “Holiday topside where you do some romantic bullshit and are guaranteed at least three rounds of nasty, ball-slappin’ sex for your efforts.”

You sigh, turning your eyes to the ceiling in amusement. He snickers under his breath at your reaction, patting the arm of his chair invitingly. You give him a pointed, exasperated look, but when his smile widens so does yours, and you make your way around the side of the desk.

“Okay, I don’t know how exactly you’ve managed to adopt a frat boy perspective on the whole thing, but I think you’ve got Valentine’s wrong.”

Blitzø rolls his eyes, but his teeth catch his bottom lip as he smiles when you take a seat on the arm of the chair, your legs thrown over his lap. He winds an arm around your waist, hand claiming your thigh. “Dunno, sounds fuckin’ perfect for me.”

“Sure, it does, pervert.” you snipe back. “But first off, it’s for couples. Not whatever the fuck you call what we’ve got going on.”

“Pfft.” He waves a hand dismissively, leaning up to tease his lips over the side of your neck. “Fucked you by candlelight last fuckin’ week. Isn’t that what all you pussy-havers get all giggly over?”

“Forgetting to pay your power bill isn’t romance, Blitzø.” you reply, dutifully ignoring the way his lips feel against your flesh. You inhale when his fangs graze over your pulse point, keeping your voice even and detached. “Besides, you almost set fire to the couch.”

“Shouldn’t fuckin’ wiggle so much,” he sneers against your skin, warm breath tickling against the cool marks his tongue has left behind.

“Oh, you are not blaming that on me,” you say, taking hold of one of his horns and jerking his head back to meet his eye. “That was all you. I’ve still got candle wax on my ass.”

He rolls his eyes again.

“Second of all,” you continue, picking up a polaroid off the top of the pile. “What about this screams romantic exactly?”

Blitzø sniggers. “I tied a bow on it, didn’t I?”

You snort a laugh. Waving a hand at some of the pictures in front of the two of you. “How did you even get yourself into some of these positions? Who took the photos?”

The imp just grins, wiggling his eyebrows up at you. You feel the spade of his tail tap against your ass. “Man o’ mystery, tits. Now, am I getting a happy fuckin’ Valentine, or what?”

“And what exactly do you think this –” you toss the polaroids you’re holding back on the desk. “—has earned you?”

Blitzø licks a line up the side of your throat, his hand slipping between your thighs. He taps his tail against on of the pictures. “Look, if that one there doesn’t get me at least an hour of you droolin’ all over my cock, I might as well just cut the fuckin’ thing off.”

“The less said about that one the better,” you laugh, and Blitzø echoes the sound in a snicker, pulling you into a deep, heated kiss. You take his face in your hand, sliding your tongue into his mouth with a soft moan. His hand dips further between your legs, cupping the heat of your clothing-covered cunt, his teeth catching your lip. “Blitzø—”

“Oh, what the fuck?!”

The two of you break apart as you hear Moxxie’s disgusted voice from the other room. “Blitzø!”

“You mighta missed one.”

You both stare at each other for a moment before laughter bubbles out of the two of you again, Blitzø bringing his lips back to yours.

send me a prompt and either husk or blitzø

[ilydeku]

Your fridge was full, filled with vast amounts of full and half empty condiments, frozen microwavables, milk and juice, and cooked leftovers, but regardless of how many items you moved around, you still couldn't find that perfect slice of sweetness. You close the doors of the fridgerator and call for your husband.

"Izuku!! Can you come here for a second?" He paused the movie and came shuffling to the kitchen in his white tee, green plaid pj pants and white cotton socks, attentive to your next word.

"Yes, y/n?"

"Did you eat the strawberry roll cake I saved yesterday?-"

"No." He replied quickly, his expression attempting to remain serene. He was practically frozen with guilt. You shook your head and sighed, smiling to yourself. How easy it was to read him.

"Pfft, yeah you did."

"I didn't." He turned, suddenly interested in the marble patterns of the counter tops. He fingered the knicks on them from previous poor handlement of knives.

"...Izuku. Izuku look at me..." Izuku struggled to maintain eye contact with you. Your eyelids lower and a thin smile finds it way onto your lips, your arms crossing over your chest matter of factly. "Did you eat my strawberry roll cake?"

"..." His eyes darted around the kitchen, avoiding that knowing expression on your face. It was difficult to hide his guilty little smile, lips pressed in an awful attempt of suppression. He was mere moments away from bursting and it wasn't for that to go unnoticed.

"See you're smiling!" you laughed. As a matter of fact, he'd already been smiling from the first mention of the roll cake's absence.

"Noooo!! I di-" He bursts out giggling in defeat, all smiles. "I'm sorryyy. I'll buy you another that's just as good!"

[thegoldencontracts]

Secrets

Summary: You find Azul talking about you behind your back. It doesn't go the way you think.

Notes: Despite the summary this is literally the fluffiest shit known to mankind don't be fooled I am nigh incapable of angst (that is not true in the slightest I love angst), fem!reader

You'd been dating Azul for a while now. And in that time, he'd been the perfect boyfriend. The perfect gentleman.

But, at the same time, you couldn't help but feel like he hadn't been Azul. That he hadn't been quite as genuine with you as you had with him, quite as vulnerable.

Then, one day, you heard him talking about you to Jade and Floyd.

It was a lovely afternoon. You were supposed to come to the VIP room at 5 PM, but you came a bit early, and you couldn't help but try and listen in on what was going on in there.

"Hey, Azul," Floyd said. "You look-"

"Nervous," Jade said.

"Your face is sooo red!"

Azul sputtered in indignation.

"I- er- well-" he started. "Shut it."

Floyd just snickered, and though Jade remained silent, you knew he was probably getting a kick out of this all too.

"The little grouperfish won't mind if you stutter a bit," Floyd said. Ever since you and Azul got together, he changed your nickname to grouperfish. Something, something, symbiotic relationships with octopodes.

"She will, I'm certain," Azul replied. You could only imagine how red he was right now. God, he probably looked so cute. If only you could break down the stupid door and see his face. "And, regardless-"

He trailed off, likely in embarrassment.

"Doesn't my darling deserve the best?"

Was it getting really warm in here all of a sudden, and was it just you? Whatever. You just felt your heart pounding. Azul hadn't ever said something so heartfelt, something so completely removed from the business filter of his.

After a while of nothing but the sound of you own heartbeat, Floyd finally spoke up.

"Pfft- that sounds so stupid, Azul!"

Floyd was awesome and all, but right now, you needed him to stop talking.

"Indeed." Et tu, Jade? Come on! Azul was being genuine for once! "Though I don't believe your little angelfish will entirely mind it."

Azul sighed.

"Anyone would find themselves repulsed by such a foolish declaration," he said. "If she ever found out I said that, I'm certain she'd never be able to look at me the same."

Well, you did know he said that, and you loved it!

"Come on," Floyd said. "Now you're just bein-"

You slipped, and pushed the door open. Oops. Guess it wasn't locked after all.

Azul's eyes widened, and he scrambled to recompose himself.

"Ah, darling!" He said, before his eyes narrowed as the realization hit him. "...Just how much have you heard?"

"Everything!" You chirped. And just when you thought Azul's face couldn't get any more red, it somehow did.

Floyd laughed.

"She's lookin' at you the same, isn't she?"

"Shut up, Floyd."

"If it makes you feel any better," you said. "I liked hearing your thoughts without a filter! It was a nice change of pace."

Jade flashed Azul an 'I-told-you-so' look. Azul, however, couldn't see it, because his face was buried in his hands.

And at that moment, it hit you.

He'd probably been made fun of a lot for being sentimental. He was clearly insecure about this, used to rejection.

"Hey, Azul," you said softly. Floyd looked at you in curiosity.

Azul, however, didn't respond, caught up in his own whirlwind of embarrassment. That was okay.

You just pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. The effect was instant. He looked up at you, eyes wide and face red.

"W-What is this?"

"I really did appreciate that," you said. 'What you said."

Azul stared at you with that slack-jawed look for a bit, before swatting you away.

"Get out," he said, face flushed. "A-All three of you."

"But weren't we supposed to hang out-"

"Re-enter later!" He shrieked, looking more mortified than anything. "You've bore witness to my humiliating state for far too long!"

Floyd snickered. Jade-

Come to think of it, where had Jade gone in the midst of all of this?

"And scene," you heard, seemingly out of nowhere. Jade had been recording this?

"Jade, I-" Azul cut himself off, already aware of the fact that Jade was probably going to use this as blackmail material. "Just leave already!"

"Fine, fine."

And as you shuffled our of the VIP room, you couldn't help the grin that crossed your face.

Azul was pretty cute when he was genuine.

[lees-chaotic-brain]

JJK Men Getting Jealous (Part 2)

Feat. Inumaki and Yuji

CW: random guys being creeps, insults, sexual innuendos, swearing

Note: Sorry, Yuji's is a tad bit shorter

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Inumaki Toge

The two of you had just finished a mission and were headed to a convenience store to get some cough medicine for him.

"Hey, are you okay?"

You ask your boyfriend, who is clinging to your waist with his head on your shoulder.

"Shake."

He rasped, nuzzling into your shoulder as you walked.

"Takana?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little bruised."

"Hmmph."

He released a little disgruntled noise into your neck.

"Stop! That tickles!"

Tilting his head to look up at you mischievously, Inumaki blew a loud raspberry against your skin.

You squealed and tore yourself out of his grasp, sprinting into the convenience store.

"Come on! Let's just get your cough medicine!"

He pouted and made grabby hands at you.

Sighing in defeat, you walk back to him, and hold his hand.

He happily squeezes your hand, and pulls you into the store.

Once inside, the two of you get a couple bottles of cough medicine, and are picking out snacks for later when a guy sidles up to the two of you.

"Hey baby girl."

He winked at you, ignoring Inumaki at your side.

"Wanna hear a riddle?"

"No thank you,"

You replied firmly as you tried to scooch backwards and out the aisle before your boyfriend caused a scene."

"Oh come on, it'll be quick."

The random guy cajoled as he stepped closer to you.

"Fine. Just tell me so I can leave with my boyfriend."

You replied, already tired of dealing with this stranger.

"What can't you spell happiness without?"

"What?"

"Penis!"

He leaned forwards, closer to your face.

"Want some of mine?"

Smack.

You slapped him across the face, and held Inumaki back as he lunged at the creep. As much as you would love to see your boyfriend beat that guys ass into the ground, he wasn't worth it.

"Excuse me. I am here with my boyfriend, so I would appreciate it if you would fuck off.

You punctuated your statement with a scary sweet smile.

"Shake!"

Inumaki seconded from his place at your side, shooting daggers with his eyes.

"Pfft. Whatever. If you wanna hang with a loser like him, go ahead. But, if you ever want to find a real man-"

"Shut your fucking mouth."

You seethed, stepping towards him.

"Toge is perfect just the way he is, and I love him in a way that you are never going to experience."

Spinning on your heel, you grabbed Inumaki's hand, stomped to the register, threw down a handful of bills, and stormed out of the store.

The walk home was quiet and peaceful, and you and your boyfriend enjoyed each others company.

Later that night while you were cuddling and on your phones, you got a text from Toge.

Are you sure you're okay with dating a guy like me? I can't even tell you I love you out loud. I wish I was like that guy. I wish I could tell you everything I want to. I would understand if you left me for someone like him.

Twisting around, you stared in shock at your boyfriend.

"What are you talking about?!"

"Tuna."

He said, pointing to his text. Look.

"I did!"

You said, cupping his face in your hands.

"Listen up. I love you just the way you are. If you were anything like that guy, I never would have dated you. Toge, I'm so in love with you that when I imagine my future, all I see is you. So don't doubt me, don't doubt us, 'kay?"

"Shake."

He grinned, and snuggled happily into your side.

A couple seconds later, your phone pinged twice. Picking it up you open the two texts from him.

Love you too babe.

Also, as much as he was a creep, he wasn't wrong ;)

You felt your face turn bright red. Looking down, you saw him waggling his eyebrows at you, clearly enjoying your reaction.

"TOGE!!!"

Itadori Yuji

You were laying on your stomach on your bed and watching a show when your boyfriend barged into your dorm.

"Babe."

"Babe."

"Baaaaabbeeeeee."

"Love of my life."

"PLEASE PAY ATTENTION TO ME!!"

You finally removed your headphones, and gave your pouty boyfriend an unimpressed look.

"What is it?"

"I'm bored!"

"Go away. I'm busy."

Whining, he launched himself on top of you, and nuzzled his face into your shoulder blade.

"What are you even busy doing!? What could be more important than loving me?!"

"Watching Yona of the Dawn."

"I haven't heard of that! Can I watch with you?"

"God he's so hot."

You mumbled under your breath, seeming to have not heard him.

"What? Who's hot? Is it me?"

"Hak. Oh my god. That man is SO fine. And the way he treats Yona, I think I'm gonna melt..."

"HAH?"

Yuji sprung up from his position on top of you and snatched your laptop.

"Hey!"

You protested, trying to take it back.

"NO!"

He exclaimed dramatically as he furiously waved your laptop.

"I WILL NOT LET YOU ADMIRE ANOTHER MAN IN MY PRESENCE!! THE DISRESPECT!"

"Yuji, I love you, but if you do not let me continue to enjoy the face of Son Hak and his moments with Yona, you will be sleeping in your own dorm tonight."

You didn't really need it, but he was being such a drama queen you kinda wanted to see where this would go.

"NO! I'M SORRY BABY! I'M LEAVING!"

He rushed out, and you settled back into your bed and resumed your show.

Half an hour later, your boyfriend burst back into your room, sporting a dark blue wig, wearing a bathrobe, and swinging a- was that a scythe?! Where in the world did he get a scythe?!

"I AM THE THUNDER BEAST! SON HAK! GENERAL OF THE WIND TRIBE!"

"Babe...do I even want to ask...what are you doing?"

"Getting your attention!"

He chirped as he beamed at you.

"Is it working?"

Your heart melted. As annoying as he could be, he was just so adorable, staring at you with those pleading puppy eyes.

"Yes. Come here baby."

You patted the bed next to you, and he flung himself onto it.

"I was so jealous!!"

He whined, burying his head in your neck as his hands gripped your ass.

You laugh and wrap your arms around him.

"Don't worry babe. Even if I would leave you for him, he's fictional."

"WHAT?!"

That's all! Lmk if you guys have any requests!

Taglist: @sad-darksoul

[whalesforhands]

instant ramen and friendship (satosugu x reader)

warnings: first year!SSS, satosugu ‘flirting’, gege if u hear me pls let me have my satosugu fluff, avid believer that gojo never ate any ‘instant’ food until geto

“I don’t eat peasant food.” Gojo Satoru’s crossing his arms as he stares at the pot of instant ramen Suguru and yourself were cooking.

“Then don’t eat.” Geto Suguru’s cold reply to the petulant classmate of his, stirring the contents within the boiling pot as you stood beside him, trying to fry the eggs as inconspicuously as you possibly can, nervously trying to tiptoe further away from the duo’s teetering on almost flirtatious argument.

Silence.

You peek over your shoulder only to see Gojo’s impertinent stare stuck on the back of Geto’s head, eyes narrowed in irritation with brows furrowed deep, shoulders hunching in as he tapped his foot against the ground.

You have to admit, their relationship… Has been improving lately.

From that moment the duo had come back from their mission together, Geto’s arm slung over Gojo’s shoulders whilst clutching his bandaged torso, effectively using the Six Eyes user as a crutch, hobbling to his side whenever his injury seemed to worsen slightly.

Or when Gojo would go and bother him by strutting into his room, demanding another ride on his flying cursed spirits or to show him around a peculiar area nearby.

“When you said you’d treat me for saving your life, this isn’t what I thought I’d be getting.”

“Oh, well.” He turns to look the sorcerer in the eye. “I’m so sorry, revered one. We’re just students on a measly allowance without the funds for an ultra high class luxury experience.”He ends with a roll of his eyes, huffing and tucking a strand of his free neck-length hair back.

“Ah, (last name)-san. Could you help me chop the green onions afterwards—.” You pause in your administrations with the knife, green onion already being halfway diced before you nearly nick yourself.

“Ah, I’m sorry. Please be careful.” His hand is immediately over yours, causing a restless shiver to go up your spine as you stiffen.

“It’ll be bad if you get hurt, won’t it?” Suguru is flashing you a sweet smile, one of care and concern for your well-being as you nod.

You stiffly waddle to the side as he leaves to go get more garlic seasoning, shaking your head to snap out of it.

You eyes surreptitiously take this chance to watch Gojo again, his body language… Somehow more telling than his ice cold, holier-than-thou attitude that hides an intrigued, hungry teenaged boy.

The way his eyes flicker to the boiling pot, to the fried eggs, the slight twitch of his nose as he takes another whiff of the air.

To even the way his feet seemed to nudge him forward ever so slightly, uncertain steps that didn’t know what to do. …does he want to help?

“Gojo-san.” You take a hesitant gulp, steeling your nerves for a prickly reply. “Is there anything you want to put in?”

“…”

“Cheese.”

——

Geto takes off the steaming lid, revealing the gorgeously placed in a neat manner, practically shining with promise of a gastronomical experience.

“And there you go. My special recipe.” Your eyes are lighting up at the sight, the aroma of the food doing little to sate your overpowering hunger as you watch.

“Pfft. I’ve seen it before. It’s just noodles in artificial—“

“That’s where you’re wrong, you pompous elite.” He has a proud smirk on his face. “This one’s got my special stock addition, green onions, spam, fried eggs and cheese.” A hand is proudly placed upon his hip as he closes his eyes, pleased and gratified at the result of his cooking prowess.

(Even if it was only instant ramen.)

Gojo narrows his eyes in suspicion. “There is no possible way something instant coul-“

“Just shut up and eat.”

Surprisingly, he listens. He picks his chopsticks up, muttering a quiet thanks for the food before taking a tentative slurp of his noodles, pausing in place as the broth seeped into his tongue and exploded in the most perfect, most wondrous blend of flavour in his mouth.

His eyes widen in pleasant surprise, oceanic eyes flickering between the steaming bowl of ramen and back to your two awaiting gazes.

He inhales his portion, akin to a wild beast that had been starved of prey for at least a year with the pace he was going at, you could even see how many gulps he took of the broth when he picked the rather sizeable bowl up to swallow it all down.

(It was less than 5. And Suguru made a rather large portion after noticing how much he and Satoru could eat combined.)

(“A-are you okay? You shouldn’t—“

“Let him choke, (last name)-san.”)

…

He gingerly places the bowl down, licking his lips to savour the remnants of the food.

“I want more.”

“Oh? Looks like someone’s missing a magic word.” Geto feints a pout, narrowed eyes with playful malice directed towards the spoilt teenager.

“…please.” Gojo’s averting his gaze, looking to the side as a noticeable blush is seen across his face.

“How unfortunate, that was the last pack.”

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Notes:

You are the only one who thinks their banter is flirtatious.

“Oiii, I’m back.” Ieiri calls out, kicking her loafers off as she tiredly drags herself into the common living area.

“Do you all want to grab a bite?” She’s staring at her phone as she continues in. “You can be invited too, rich boy.”

You pop out from the corner. “Ieiri…” You look frightened and stressed, a loud crash coming from the kitchen just as you flinch.

Another loud bang sounds out as you jump, the clash of pots and utensils sounding out as you practically block her passage into the warzone.

“Please do not step inside…”

“…you okay with crepes?”

“Sure…”

Gojo bought a carton full of that particular ramen brand after he squeezed it out of Geto. He asks you to help him with the stove when Suguru refuses to.

[starryletters]

no moment of silence

synopsis ; talking and reminiscing with satoru!

inspired by:

"i always have such a need to merely talk to you. even when i have nothing to talk about, with you i just seem to go right ahead and sort of invent it."

- virgina woolf

☆

notes: au! where no one dies and geto stays, gojo being a silly chatterbox, flashback to when you first met, meet ugly sorta, new girl reference!

wordcount: 1.3k words

"so!" satoru breaks the silence.

the silence that had lasted for about 15 seconds.

his head lays in your lap and one of your hands is tangled in his soft white locks.

it had honestly made you a bit furious when you first moved in with him and realized all he used was some basic shampoo and his hair was apparently just naturally blessed by the gods to always look perfect and feel soft and silky to the touch.

although that's hardly surprising. every part of him seemed to be blessed by some deity.

you gently scratched at his scalp. today had been a long day for both of you.

you two had been sent on a mission that seemed to last for hours, leaving you physically and him mentally exhausted by the end.

on evenings like this, it often dawned on you how unfair all of this truly was.

you two were just now entering your twenties and instead of enjoying your youth, you had to risk your lives in a fight against grotesque-looking curses on the daily.

before you can spiral down this disheartening path any further like you usually did, satoru's voice interrupts your thought process.

"do you think i should grow out my hair like suguru?"

you glance down at him with a bewildered expression. then you paused to think. obviously, he would look good but-

"you really think sugurus gonna let you do that?" you grin.

he crosses his arms, "he doesn't own that hairstyle! anyone can have long hair." a soft chuckle escapes your lips. "you'd look good. but i doubt you are actually planning on doing that. plus i like your hair the way it is now."

being with satoru made everything feel so easy. he was easy to talk to, he made it easy to forget about the cruelty of this world, and he was so so easy to love. just the mere sound of his voice rambling about the latest odd thought he'd had, flushed away all of your worries at a moment's notice.

of course, they'd always catch up, with both of you, but even in those moments when you would both be too choked up to voice your grievances, the gentle touches exchanged between you seemed to put everything into words.

"what if i got a buzzcut, would you still think i look good then?" he continued.

an awkward silence fell over the room.

"wow, is this how vain you are? is the foundation of our relationship just built on my good looks?" he dramatically placed his hand on his forehead and averted his gaze while sighing.

"you didn't even let me answer!" you protest a lighthearted smile etched onto your features.

"your silence is deafening." he glares.

"i would still think you look good. megumi definitely wouldn't though. so i'd advise against it." you brush a few rogue strands of hair from his face.

"pfft! i don't care what that brat thinks!" he huffs

"he made you cry the other day."

"i told you there was something in my eye!"

"yeah, tears."

"i hate both of you" he sits up and slumps his lanky body against you.

a comfortable silence falls over the room.

that's the thing with satoru, silences are always comfortable even though-

"i'm bored."

they never last very long.

"how is that even possible? it's been two seconds." you chuckle, nudging your head closer to him.

"be honest. do you think i would win against sailor moon?"

"no way." you immediately reply, with a quick shake of your head.

"woooowww, you could've at least hesitated." he scoffs and clutches his chest in a dramatic fashion.

"sorry but she'd beat your ass." you shrug, and he starts pouting.

"i'm the strongest!"

"not as strong as sailor moon! you're just jealous you can't have a magical girl transformation."

"i don't need a magical transformation i always look magical and beautiful!" he pokes your cheek.

"i don't know, i think you'd look more magical fighting in a sparkling skirt." you grin down at him.

"ooh naughty" he says in an overly sultry tone while winking at you

"not like that!" you flick his forehead. (well, maybe just a little like that..)

"anyways she'd win, sorry." you change the topic. he lets out an offended gasp and turns his head in your lap so he is not facing you anymore. "you're always so mean to me, i'm never marrying you." he groans. "aw you wanna marry meee" you reply in a singsong tone. "not anymore" he replies.

you chuckle before saying "you remember what you said to me when we first met?" he turns back around his blue eyes lighting up with surprise then annoyance. "yeah of course i remember, shoko and suguru made me put like 3,000 yen in the jar for that one" he groans at the memory. you smile fondly.

jujutsu tech, common area

(2006, 9:34 pm)

it was your first day in tokyo and your first day at jujutsu tech. you had transferred from kyoto to be closer to your relatives who were sorcerers unlike your immediate family in kyoto. "it'll be good for you to be surrounded by family who have the same abilities as you! they can teach you more about the day to day life as a sorcerer." your mother had said. you didn't want to leave kyoto or your parents but she was right. and often times you were quite honestly frightened that just your mere presence might bring curses to your parents' doorstep. you wanted to protect them. so they wouldn't have to be involved in this world at all.

earlier today you met your new classmates. 2 guys one girl. they seemed polite and pleasant save for one overly confident (and flirtatious) white-haired guy. though he was the only one you'd heard about before. obviously. everyone in the jujutsu world knew gojo satoru. his confidence wasn't exactly misplaced you'll give him that much but that didn't make him any less annoying in your eyes.

besides him, the first day at jujutsu tech had went well. shoko and suguru seemed like nice people and you hoped they would consider you their friend soon like you already considered them yours. you could get attached quite quickly.

currently, you were spending time with them (and gojo) in the common room.

you were chatting with shoko about an arcade that was apparently nearby when suddenly gojo pulled out his wallet and slammed one 1000 yen bill on the table while smirking at you.

suguru glared at him "oh god, you're about to say something stupid, aren't you?"

before you could even process what was happening or why he suddenly put money on the table, he grabbed your hand, pulled you closer, and said,

"girl, i'm gonna marry you."

—☆

("three thousand yen? i've never put that much in the douchebag jar!" satoru protested while you sat on the common room couch and giggled.

apparently, that jar of money that you had been curious about before was instituted because satoru kept saying and doing pretty douchey things, and suguru felt he and shoko should be financially compensated.

"dude, you just met her today! that was like the douchiest thing i've ever heard!" shoko argued. suguru nodded. "i was willing to let the pickup line you said earlier slide, but..that? unacceptable."

satoru pouted and dejectedly stuffed 3,000 yen into the already overflowing jar.

at that moment, for whatever reason, you decided that maybe he wasn't so bad, after all.)

you and satoru's shared apartment

(2009, 8:54pm)

"i think weirdly enough that was the first time i kind of started liking you."

he sits up in shock "what? THAT? can we make it a cuter moment please?"

"nope, no can do." you grin brightly. "you know..now that i think about it maybe we should bring that jar back.." "no! im better now. im a changed man."

you laugh, "the kids would get a kick out of it."

for a moment it's quiet and then.

"i wasn't kidding back then." satoru says in a suddenly serious tone.

"i know you weren't." you smile.

– i'll ask her again soon

– this time i'll say yes.

a/n: i hope you liked this! i kind of wish it was longer, but i also dont wanna add anything just for the sake of it! the new girl reference is one of my favorite moments in the show, actually! and it also seemed like something gojo would do LOL

[shegxox]

flirts. | chamber , sova

that moment when you hear chamber flirt with viper the first time on the field.

cw: swearing

wc: 1,005

a.n: idk what this is but uh, enjoy? also, let me know if you guys like this type of stuff. ++ gaia visual here ^^

previous : next

"VIPER, you must let me take you out sometime. Dinner– dancing! I know the perfect place."

"Chamber, I would rather drink my own poison."

You stifled a giggle as you and KAY/O shared a look, the robot merely shook his head as the two of you overhear the comms of the agent on the field.

"Does this happen all the time?" You asked, muting off your voice in comms.

"More often than you think," KAY/O replies.

You have just arrived at the Vulture, catching up on a mission that you were supposed to be in. Viper, Chamber, and Sova were already on the field, leaving you and KAY/O at the aircraft.

"Come now, mademoiselle. No need to be so cold, I know just the thing to warm you up."

Your eyes widened and slapped a hand on your mouth, hunching over as you heard those words.

"Less flirting, more focus." You could already tell that Viper was gritting her teeth.

"How could I focus when I'm in a presence of such beauty."

"Pfft–" your laughter busted out as you watched them from the screens. "Oh my gods this is so painful to hear!"

KAY/O lets out a defeated sigh, "Affirmative."

You tapped on your comms and finally made them aware of your presence.

"Chamber, you're so lame." You managed to utter out through fits of giggles.

The comms suddenly went silent.

"Yeah, that's right, I can hear your cringey lines."

Sova's voice then joined in, "Gaia? Is that you?"

"Yup and hearing Chamber flirt just took away half my life span." You said dramatically, "Lameness is my weakness!"

You faintly hear Viper let out a chuckle

"What are you doing here?" Chamber's voice suddenly cut through in a demanding tone.

"Uhh, I'm part of the mission, duh."

"How was I not informed of this?"

"The last-minute briefing we had that you skipped." Viper answers in a deadpan tone. "It would only be natural for her to be here, she's the one who caught Legion lingering around the site."

"That's right." You nodded. "And FYI, my flora just sensed movement."

"I'm picking up a signal near A site," KAY/O added as he scanned through the screens. "Everyone in position, they're here. I'm sending Gaia in."

You made your way to your motorcycle that was parked near the exit, KAY/O lowers the altitude of the Vulture, preparing to open the aircraft's backdoors.

"Sova, ice cream and barbie movies after this?" You quickly asked as you mount your ride.

"It would be a pleasure," Sova replied.

"That's how you do it, Chamber." You teased as you put on your helmet.

"Ah, even I would say yes to that offer if you asked me, ma chérie." Chamber shot back in a flirty tone.

"Who wouldn't say no to you, mon chou?"

You feigned a gasp, your ride humming to life.

"My, my mon cher. Hitting on two ladies at once?" You laughed darkly. "What a player."

"I could say the same for you, little goddess."

---

"I hate myself so much." You groaned as you clutched your side, falling down on one knee.

"Not as much as I hate you." Your copy seethed before sending vines searing through your direction.

"I am you, dummy." Swiping your hand on the ground and up, the earth rises as it curved its direction, forming a barrier that blocked the vine's attack.

You pressed on your comms, "I need an arrow or a bullet at 12 o'clock, 8 meters, now!"

The familiar sound of Chamber's gun rang through the air almost immediately and you put your barrier down to see your copy's body fall.

"Merci!"

With the detonator in hand, you ran towards the spike, the beeping sound going faster as you began defusing. The bomb started to glow red and your surroundings started to rise.

"C'mon, I have ice cream waiting for me after this." You clicked your tongue as the spike started to form cracks underneath it, nearing its end. And just before it did, you finally defused it.

"Oh sweet barbie mermaidia." You breathed out in relief before letting yourself down on the ground.

"That was fucking close. . . "

Hurried footsteps pounded the ground as they rushed towards you.

"Gaia!" Sova kneeled next to you as he started inspecting your state. "Are you alright? Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine." You rasped before trying to sit up. "Just got hit on the side, no biggie."

"Are you sure?" Your mentor asked worriedly

"Yeah, look, I'm healing right now." You assured as you twisted your torso a bit to the side to show your glowing palm covering your side.

Sova heaved a sigh in relief.

"Good."

"Well, that was a job well done." A new voice entered as Chamber stepped into view. "A close call, but well done."

You gave him a weak smile, "Thanks for the headshot."

"No problem, mademoiselle." Chamber held out a hand. "Merely aiding a damsel in distress."

You scoffed, taking his hand.

"I could've handled her if we had more time." You sighed as you stood up with Sova following suit.

"But, yes. I was in distress."

"Would the damsel still be in distress if I say that she owes me one?" Chamber asked with a sly smirk.

"Oh god, what do you want." You shot him a playful look of disdain.

"Dinner, dancing– I know the perfect place." There was a glint of craftiness in his eyes and you couldn't help but be impressed.

You huffed a laugh, "Cute but recycled. You'd have to wait in line."

Chamber shot you a charming smile, "I'm a patient man."

You then felt a large warm hand on your lower back.

"We need to head back," Sova utters, looking at you gently. "Captain is waiting."

"Ah, right. Let's go." Taking your hand from Chamber's hold, "I'm taking my bike, by the way, I have somewhere to be first."

Sova's eyebrows furrowed, "Is it another mission?"

"Ah no," You chuckled. "I'll just buy some ice cream."

[feelmyskinonyourskin]

Not A Date

Pairing: Frank Castle x Female Reader

My Masterlist

Summary: You get stood up on a date and Frank decides that's unacceptable and you deserve to be taken out tonight. Except it's absolutely not a date, he swears, despite the fact it has all the makings of a perfect first date.

Warnings: Just all the fluffy goodness of friends to lovers. Some swearing because this is Frank we're talking about. Mild alcohol use. Author's questionable understanding of billiard rules.

AN: My first time writing Mr. Castle. I have a headcanon that Bucky goes to Curtis' veteran group therapy and I think he and Frank would be friends from that so both of those guys make an appearance. Feedback is always appreciated!

WC: 2151

The three flights of stairs up to your apartment leave you feeling winded even on a good day, but the complimentary glass of wine the waitress provided after feeling sorry for you buzzes through your system and couples with the twinge of disappointment, making the trek up to your home a feat akin to climbing Everest.

You fumble with your keys, but the knob on your front door gives way, no longer locked as you left it an hour before.

“If you’re gonna break and enter, at least lock it behind you,” you shout out, closing the front door behind you.

“Not breaking and entering if you give me a key,” a gruff voice answers back as you hang your now discarded jacket on an overcrowded hook in your entryway.

“A decision which I deeply regret,” you reply, entering the living room to find a familiar large man sprawled out on the sofa.

“Better than me breaking your window locks again …” his response cuts off as you enter the room, giving you a glance up and down. His brow furrows at the sight of you, more overdressed than usual, in front of him.

“What are you all dressed up for?” he asks

“I had a date. And it could have been a disaster if it had gone well and I brought him up here only to find my very intimidating and more-than-occasionally bleeding friend on my couch.” You gesture, taking note of the lack of open wounds on Frank’s body.

Finding Frank in your apartment was not an unusual occurrence, though it was always a surprise which state of distress he’d be in - whether he was dropping in for a friendly visit, or bleeding so profusely you weren’t sure the whole of the Red Cross’ supply could replenish him. Thank god, you didn’t also have to deal with stitching him up tonight.

“Okay. Clearly didn’t go well since you’re alone and it’s only 8:30,” he responds, checking his watch.

“Yeah well, he stood me up so…”

“You’re shitting me.” Frank's lips purse and his signature vacant stare glazes across his eyes.

“Nope,” you sigh, flopping down beside him. Your relationship with him so comfortable that you don’t even register the change in his expression, let alone fear it. You nudge your knee against his, attempting to reclaim some personal space from his massive frame currently dominating your tiny New York apartment. Frank does not yield, too focused on the tale of your love-life’s misfortunes.

“What a shithead. What’s his name?”

“Frank, no.” you say sternly.

“I just want to talk to him.”

“Yeah sure, talk to him.” you give air quotes, “Talk to him with your favorite shotgun.”

“Pfft don’t need a gun to let him know what I think. Fists’ll do just fine.”

“Well if the Punisher is suddenly going after scumbags who stand up women on dates instead of your usual criminals, I’m happy to provide a whole list.” you say dryly

Frank swallows thickly, fingers mindlessly plucking at his jeans as fury begins to grow inside him.

“Really? There’s more than one idiot standin’ someone like you up?” he gestures to how well you’ve cleaned up for the evening, letting his gaze linger on the way your outfit clings to your body.

“Apparently a very good majority of men in this city,” you respond with a shrug, trying not to notice the way his intense stare follows you to the kitchen as you stand again. Your fridge is embarrassingly empty and you mentally curse yourself for not doing any food shopping this week as a small gurgle rises in your stomach.

Frank cracks his knuckles and shakes his head and you swear you hear something similar to “assholes” mumbled under his breath.

“You hungry?” you ask “Cause I didn’t eat anything at the restaurant while I waited for that jerk, and now I’m starving. I’m gonna order something if you want?”

“Nah. Don’t order in tonight.” he replies, planting his weighty boots on the area rug and pushing against his thick thighs to stand.

“Frank, I’m starving, why not?”

“Cause we’re going out. You got all dressed up and I’m not gonna let some fucker ruin your night.” he explains, a mischievous spark dancing in his dark eyes.

“I am not letting you take me on a pity date, Frank.” you argue, cringing at the thought

“Not a date. But you’re hungry, I’m hungry. So let’s go somewhere.”

“Fine. Where are we going?” you resign, knowing there is no arguing with him once his mind is made up.

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The small windows of the bar are caked in a layer of dust that matches the brown shade of the sticky wood floor Frank leads you across. The chatter from the handful of the evening’s patrons is punctuated by the occasional glass shattering from a barback tossing an empty beer bottle in the trash and the whack of cue poles hitting pool balls in the corner, where you and Frank are currently locked in a heat battle with two of Frank’s “fellow FUBAR veteran group” friends (as he lovingly introduced them.)

Deviating from a normal situation with you two, no one gives a second glance at Frank, worn jacket slung across his large frame and mud-crusted boots not even garnering a raised eyebrow from the several patrons seated at the bar top, all of whom in some way resemble the cast you’d see in b-grade cop show. Your chosen ensemble for your defunct date stands out among the casual crowd, prompting a few glances every once in a while from a passing handsome stranger. Frank does not hesitate to display a particularly harsh scowl, causing them to scuttle away in regret for even looking at you.

Frank’s calloused hands sneak a french fry off your half-eaten plate as you rosin up the cue pole, racking your brain for how you’re going to proceed strategically.

“Kay sweetheart, Curt and Barnes are up a point, so all you need to do is sink the 13 or the 9 and we can beat em’.”

“Angle’s too tight on the 13,” you respond “I think I can make the 9, but I’m not loving how close the 8 ball is.”

“You can do it, we just gotta get you lined up right. Here…” Frank ambles over to you, carefully bracketing his arms around you and guiding your hands into position. His broad chest barely sweeps against your back as he leans over you, sending an icy shudder down your spine. Usually so steady and precise, you swear you see his hands tremble for a moment as they rest on top of yours, lining up your shot with his military-trained eye for accuracy.

His breath is hot on your neck as he mumbles “All you” into your ear and takes a step back, the nearness of his body to yours stringing tension in thick spider-webbed threads between you.

“Kay, 9 ball. Right corner pocket,” you announce, throat suddenly feeling dry. You take a deep breath, over compensating for your current shortness on air, before pulling your elbow back and releasing.

A sharp crack rings out as the cue makes direct contact with its mark. The 9 ball wizzes across the green velvet, narrowly avoiding the 8, before sinking cleanly into the intended target. You jump up with a “whoop!” as Frank wraps his strong arms around you in celebration.

“Atta girl!” he cheers and you’re buzzing, though whether it’s the joy of victory or the way Frank is currently enveloping you and your senses, you can’t say.

Bucky and Curtis groan in frustration. As Bucky steps up to rerack the game, Curtis speaks up.

“You know you surprised me. The way Frank’s always describing you, had me thinking you’d be more demure and shy. You’re really more than he gives you credit for.”

“You talk about me at group?” you whip around to Frank, who stepped toward the back wall to take a swig of his beer.

“Mighta mentioned you in passing.” he shrugs, fiddling with the label of the bottle.

“Can’t get him to shut up about you.” Curtis replies

“C’mon Curt!” Frank rolls his eyes

“What else does he say about me?” you turn back to Curtis and a broad grin spreads across his face.

“Reracked and ready for round 2.” Bucky announces

“Barnes has an unfair advantage with that roboarm.” Frank complains, hoping to deviate the current subject away.

“I think Curtis and I are at a disadvantage going up against two of the best sharpshooters the country’s ever known,” you argue back, Frank’s attempt at changing the subject nearly working to take your mind off Curtis’ comments.

“Yeah well, only one of us isn’t a hundred.” Frank steps forward to take his shot and Curtis uses it to his advantage, leaning in to speak only in your ear.

“He says you’re the first thing that makes him feel good about himself since Maria and the kids died. Like he’s got a purpose for himself instead of just existing to be the Punisher. Those of us in the profession like to call that hope.”

Heat rises in your cheeks as Curtis steps away to go order another round at the bar, his words lingering in your mind as you glance over to Frank. His dark eyes meet yours, then he clears his throat, and quickly turns his attention to Bucky, who is circling the pool table with deep concentration. You swear you see a dopey smile growing on his face as he looks at the floor, avoiding your gaze.

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The wind is loud in your ears as Frank’s motorcycle weaves and zips through the New York streets. You grip tightly to his back and breath in the hints of his woody aftershave mixed with the remnants of gunpowder still engrained in the fibers of his jacket. The Brooklyn Bridge looms large above as you cross over it, making your way back towards your apartment.

“Tonight was fun, Castle. You bring all your first dates to such a romantic spot?” you ask as you and Frank stroll down the sidewalk, stretching out the steps it takes to walk from his bike, which he parked an entire block away in a not-so-subtle act of extending the evening, to your front door.

“Told you sweetheart, that wasn’t a date. And no, I got a little more class than that,” His hands shoved in his pockets as the crisp evening air stings against a still healing bruise on his left cheek bone.

“So where do you usually take your first dates?” you ask

“Italian. There was a little place in Hell Kitchen that I used to take Maria to, but it’s been closed for years now. Gotta find a new spot.”

Frank has never shyed away from bringing up his family with you. You love that he feels comfortable enough with you to do that and he’s made it clear one of the reasons he keeps you around is because you don’t “get all weird” around him when it does come up.

“Well this is my building.” you say with a nod of your head towards the front door. He knows that and you know he knows that, but still you weren’t quite sure what to say as the evening is clearly coming to it’s end.

Deep, dark eyes meet yours and you both stare for a moment, before he cups your jaw and draws your face close to his. His lips are soft, even hesitant as they meet yours gently. He doesn’t linger, but pulls away just enough to give you the choice about what happens next.

“You kissed me,” you comment, lips still hovering inches from his as a giddy smile tugs at the corners of your mouth.

“Yeah, that’s what you do at the end of a date when it goes well. Know I’ve been outta practice for a while now, but didn’t think that part changed much.” The boyish charm you know hides behind such an intimidating man now appearing behind his soft stare and lopsided grin.

“I thought this wasn’t a date.”

“Shit. I did say that, didn’t I?”

“I like Italian.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” you respond nodding your head “So take me for Italian. On an actual date. And if it goes well, kiss me again.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow.” you confirm with another soft peck on his lips.

And for many years later, the number one argument in your relationship is which evening actually counted as your first date and which day your anniversary actually is. Frank lets you win that argument every time though. As embarrassed as he is when you tell people your first date was at a “seedy, Brooklyn dive bar no rational girl would’ve called him back after” (instead of the very romantic Italian spot he picked the next night,) it meant that you were his and that’s all that mattered.

[rosewaterandivy]

the workin’ of my hands— a whatever’s still to come oneshot

summary: a stretched summer night between you and steve.

pairing: steve harrington x f!reader

word count: 2271

warnings: prosaic smut, too many metaphors, and an over abundance of chiaroscuro - the usual!

note: am I positively feral for unreal unearth? 100 percent yes, do you even know me at all?! like I’ve said, this series is a long way from seeing the light of day, but enjoy a lil’ taste in the meantime.

Nota bene: Reblogging, commenting, and liking my work is always appreciated; reposting, however, is not.

Enjoy! 💜

It feels destined and star-crossed, the way his heart kicks up when your fingers brush against his.

Finally worked up the courage to ask you out, and it’s holding hands that does him in?

He shakes his head minutely, biting his lip and tearing his gaze from you. Not noticing your upturned face, thinks you’re looking at the stars when in reality, you can’t stop looking at him.

So familiar yet so different from what you imagined he’d be.

No matter.

Not when he squeezes your hand and he cuts the engine of the beemer.

It was a casual date, all things considered; dinner at the diner followed by a movie. During which Steve had been a perfect gentlemen, opening doors and keeping his hands to himself.

He doesn’t exactly want to and would rather propriety be damned, but the thing is he likes you. Really likes you. To the point that Robin is getting sick and tired of his moping and making cow-eyes at you whenever you’re in Family Video.

“Shit, or get off the pot, Harrington.”

He snorts, and continues to stock the new releases across the shop. “Such language,” he taunts, “And from a lady, at that.”

Robin rolls her eyes and Steve swears he can almost hear it. “‘M tryin’ to give you some advice, dingus.”

“Uh huh,” he replies, walking back to the counter for another stack of tapes. “No offense Robs, but I think between the two of us, I’m the dating expert.”

Now it’s her turn to snort. “Okay, big guy.” She taps the keys of the computer idly, “Then when is the last time you’ve used this so-called expertise?”

“Pfft.” He rolls his eyes, “I dunno, like last week? Crystal or Christine— whatever her name was.”

Robin smirks, “You think that was last week? Try a month ago. Poor Christine only stopped calling you last week.”

Steve stops, a tape nearly falling from his grasp. The door chimes, signaling a customer walking in, and he nearly falls over himself trying to assist them.

Only to see you standing by the door.

Robin lets out a low whistle and busies herself at the counter. And Steve would like nothing more than the ground to open up and swallow him whole.

You look divine.

A bright summer dress, skirt skimming just above your knees to reveal sun-warmed skin. The faint aroma of sunblock and chlorine clings to you, invading his senses while he forces his eyes upward.

The bodice of the dress is damp, clinging to your rib cage and waist; it’s clear you’d just come from the pool and had thrown the garment on as a cover-up, a lone bikini strap slipping down one shoulder and chest heaving.

You’re clutching a tape in hand, something you’d rented last week, and that’s when it all slides into place.

“I—uh,” you say, trying to catch your breath. “I forgot to return this earlier, how much in late fees?”

It’s at this point that Robin has the sense to make herself scarce.

“Oh,” Steve replies, one hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck. “I mean, it’s not a huge deal since it was due this morning.”

His free hand comes to take the tape from you. Your fingers brush for the briefest of moments before Steve is turning to deposit the tape with the other returns.

He tries to stifle the shudder that runs through him, the sensation of your soft skin against his.

“Did you like it?”

“Hmm?”

Steve clears his throat, “The movie, did you like it?”

“Sure,” you say, fingers lingering on the tapes he’d just stocked. “It was fine.”

How Steve got from there to here, on a bona fide date with you, he’ll never know. Though Robin is insistent, it has something to do with “the Harrington charm offensive.”

Usually, somewhere between dates three to five, Steve maybe gets his dick wet. If he’s lucky.

But you flutter your lashes and look up with those big doe eyes and he finds himself defenseless.

“Wanna come up?”

He all but stumbles up the stairs to your apartment, tittering giggles spilling from your mouth as you unlock the door.

Steve’s eager, and you like it.

Is it such a bad thing, that he’s desperate for more of your time?

It’s like his mind finally rests in your presence, his soul is at peace. No longer constantly looking over his shoulder for the next big, bad thing.

You quiet the agonies inside him.

Replace them with warmth and light.

His mouth is on you as soon as the door is locked. Boozy and warm, with the faintest hint of tequila from your drink at dinner. You sigh into the kiss and Steve swears it’s a sound he’s heard only in his dreams.

Heat licks up the ridge of your spine, Steve’s hands everywhere, as if he can’t get enough of you. Leading him from the entryway, your hands land on his hips fingers hooking into belt loops.

A gentle tug brings you both into the dim light of the bedroom. Hands glide up his chest to settle along his shoulders as your lips part from his with a soft click. He takes slow breaths, mindful not to pull from your orbit.

Your arms drape languidly around his collar, fingers idly caressing the strands of hair at the nape of his neck. Eyes blown wide with lust, starry and enchanting; if he’s not careful, Steve swears he could get lost in them.

A slow smile graces your lips as your hands drift to his chest— a soft push sends his back to the downy duvet while you nudge his legs apart.

“Honey,” he rasps, running a hand through his hair, watching your deft fingers pop the button on his jeans. “You don’t have to—“

A disapproving cluck from you as you unzip the fly. “But I want to, baby.”

Steve’s dick jumps.

Baby.

Sticky sweet falling like spun sugar from your ruddied lips. He groans, eyes screwing shut and head falling against the pillow. He’s as good as gone now; your intoxicating smile and the working of your dexterous hand, freeing him from the confines of his boxers and sealing his fate.

Because Steve isn’t used to this— being cared for. He plans the date, picks her up, pays for dinner, drives her home, and pretty much does all the heavy lifting in the bedroom. He’s a generous lover, or so he’s been told.

“If you’re down for a good time, call…”

So to say he’s unprepared when you get your mouth on him and sluice him up with lover’s spit, is an understatement.

Steve’s soul could leave his body at this moment and he would be none the wiser.

Not when your pretty little mouth is wrapped around his cock in a smile. It’s everything he can do not to blow his load right then and there.

You work him up easily. Not that it’s that difficult, because he really, really likes you. Your hand working in tandem with what your mouth can’t fit and Steve is losing his damn mind.

The sounds are obscene.

Wet sucks and licks from your mouth, moans as you sink him further down, crushing against your molars. Low whines pouring from his own mouth, begging,

“Oh, fuck. Jus’ like that— ohmygod your fucking mouth.”

His hands cradle your head tenderly, like he can’t bring himself to believe that this is happening. And as heavenly as your mouth is, Steve knows, deep in his bones, that he has to be inside of you.

Like, yesterday.

“Honey,” he says, fingers sweeping along your jaw, coaxing you to look up.

When your eyes meets his, Steve has to stave off an orgasm from a particularly harsh suck of your mouth.

“C’mere,” it comes out more desperate than he’d intended, but you don’t seem to mind.

Fingers wipe away the lover’s spit that had gathered on your mouth and chin, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

“What is it, baby?”

Your voice is a wrecked low rasp, and pulls at something primal in his guts. The weight of you settles against his lap, a wiggle of your hips stoking the heat trapped in his veins.

Steve takes a moment to study you: wild hair from the torment on his fingers, eyes warm and glassy, lips slick and revealing a bright flash of teeth. The strap of your dress falls from your shoulder and he wants nothing more than to wreck you.

As if you can read his mind, you wink and reach back to unzip the dress. You pull the fabric up and away inviting the moonlight to gleam against your skin.

It steals breath.

His hand reaches out to trace the curve of your breast, earning him a lustful sigh that falls from your open, panting mouth. You’re so soft under his fingertips, Steve wants to get his mouth back on you, he has to.

But then you pull your pantries to the side and, oh god, is that hotter than he thought it’d be— only to grip the hot, firm line of him against your petaled heat.

Steve goes to say something, anything to warn you, that he can’t possibly fit. That you’re not loosened up enough. He hasn’t even eaten you out or worked your open on his fingers.

But all that comes out is a groan as he disappears into the divine, wet heat between your thighs.

Jesus Christ in Heaven.

“S’okay, baby,” you coo. “I can take it.” You lean closer, hair tickling his neck and breath fanning against his skin, “I was made for you.”

Steve has no idea what comes out of his mouth at that. Just thrusts up uselessly, hands holding firm to the flare of your hips. You chuckle lowly and brace yourself against his chest, finger nails scraping along his skin.

You ride him like it’s your job, alternating slow, winding thrusts with quick, percussive ones. You’re so tight. And wet. And hot. Half-lidded eyes trained on him, changing your tempo to suit his pleasure.

Steve can feel himself growing warm, heat climbing up his neck and chest. A rag-doll beneath you, a sheen of sweat along his skin, mouth open in a wet gasp. The quirk of your lips sends a rush through his veins, a low keen falling from his lips.

“Slow down, gonna come if you keep that up.”

You settle into a slow, lazy roll of your hips, but just barely.

“Why, don’t you wanna come, baby?”

He’s in so deep that his skin blooms with a shudder when his cockhead kisses your cervix.

“Big and filling me up so well, Stevie.” A plaintive moan erupting from your lips, accompanied by a vicious clench of your walls. “God, you feel so good.”

Steve smiles delirious and completely captivated by you. Extricates a hand to drag you back down to him, rests your forehead against his, as if your souls could become intertwined, and kisses you like he’s a dying man.

And, hell, he might as well be.

“Fuck,” rushes out in a hoarse breath. “Fuck!”

The room spins out of control and he can feel you smiling against his collarbone. You wind your hips and flutter your walls against him, as Steve grinds deeply into you. Steadies himself by palming at your hips, thumbs tracing the jut of bone there, as if it would ground him.

His orgasm crashes on him like a tidal wave, bringing with it a sense of deja vu— you and him but in a different time and place. Your eyes and smile remain the same, as does the feeling— a bone-deep sense of home.

But the clothes are different, as are the words that fall from your lips. Dappled in light from the moon or sun, the images keep coming and so does Steve.

“Philtatos,” you gasp, reaching your peak with a full body shudder. Steve’s hands anchor you to him, points of heat flaring against your skin.

And it’s glorious— you are glorious. Moonlight cutting through the shade of night to illuminate your pleasure. The clench of your cunt is nearly enough to make him come all over again, and wrests a strained moan from the confines of his throat.

By the time Steve comes to his senses again, you’re sponging open-mouthed kisses and bites to his neck and chest, a hand laid over the steady beat of his heart. You wiggle against his hips and thighs, wet and sticky between your legs.

He clutches at your waist, breaths evening out once more. Fingers trace the curves of your ribcage while he revels in the comedown.

“What was that thing you said? Phil—“

The crescents of your nails drag delightfully against his skin. “Philtatos.”

“Yeah, that.” Steve’s hand settles at the nape of your neck, playing with your hair idly. “What does it mean?”

You hum contentedly, nearly melting at his touch and earning a raspy laugh form him.

“S’like a nickname,” you supply softly. “It’s Greek.”

He doesn’t press further. More interested in the working of his hands, wants you boneless and sated spread out before him. His cock kicks up at the thought.

“Baby,” you ask, syrupy sweet.

“Uh huh.” He’s woozy.

“What’s your refractory period like?”

A shiver courses up his spine. He laughs and shakes himself alive, pulling up to take you down to the mattress. You acquiesce easily, back arching and lips searching for him in the near dark.

“Okay honey,” he says with a knowing lilt and grin, “Now it’s my turn to fuck you.”