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jasmines-library · 11 months ago

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hi!

So I was thinking that their little sister is lesbian (if you're comfortable with this kind of stuff though) but she doesn't know. So she's 15 and one day a guy tries to flirt with her in a dinner, but she's just staring in complete fascination at a cute girl behind her. And after the guy goes away Dean calls her out. After she kind of goes on a date with the girl and some homophobic dude comes walking past whilst they're kissing and says some pretty mean stuff. And when her brothers find out they comfort her.

Thank you so much and I wish you a very good day and happy new year!

Unconditional

Note: I literally love this request as a gay girly myself. This was super cute to write!

Warnings: Homophobia but Sam and Dean to the rescue, homophobic slurs and swearing. Please read with warning that this is fairly heavy and may be triggering although I have tried to keep it non-explicit...but it's also a little cheesy too..

Word Count: 1.6k

⛤ SUPERNATURAL MASTERLIST ⛤

You knew that the guy beside you was trying to talk to you. His low voice but through the chatter as he leaned on the coffee-stained counter beside you, just a tad too close for your liking. He had sauntered over and was trying to drop compliments, but you didn’t really hear anything he was saying. You were completely fixated on the girl sitting in a booth across the room. She was with her two friends but you couldn’t take your eyes off of her and the way she smiled with not only her rosy lips but also with her eyes. You admired the lilt of her voice as she spoke with a grin and the way her hair, which was tucked neatly behind her ears to show off her face, cascaded over her shoulders. She was beautiful and you were in awe. Then, her gaze shifted away from you and her eyes met yours. Before you could turn away quickly, she blushed and gave you a small smile to hold your gaze.

“So, what do you say?” The boy asked you expectantly, though you were still too entranced to take a notice.

Dean cleared his throat and nudged you from under the table with his knee. “Y/N?”

You tore your gaze away from the girl and snapped towards your brother who indicated to the boy with his head.

“Sorry- What?”

“I said, ‘Did you maybe want to go out sometime?’”

You felt awful, because you had every intention of answering the guy to send him away, but you found your attention shifting towards the girl across the diner again.

“Sorry, pal.” Sam told the guy, “I don’t think she’s very interested.”

The boy nodded and left, slightly deflated that his attempts had failed.

“What the hell was all that about, kid?” Sam furrowed his brow. “What’s got you so distracted?”

Dean, who was sitting opposite you, craned his head to follow your eyeline, where he spotted the girl you had been fascinated by. He turned to you with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“I think I’ve got her all figured out, Sammy.” He pointed to the girl. “She is so checking that girl out.”

“What?! Am not.”

“Are too. I know that look when I see it.”

You huffed and sunk down in your chair.

It was then that her and her friends shuffled out of the booth and made their way towards the door. As they passed you and your brothers she smiled at you shyly. You watched as she pushed open the door and the bell chimed signalling that she had left, but you continued to watch her in awe through the window.

“Are you just gonna sit there and stare?” Sammy raised an eyebrow.

“Huh?”

“Go get her number.” Dean urged, ushering you out of the booth. Your cheeks flushed as you chased quickly after her.

The sunlight hit your face as soon as you stepped out of the diner and you made your way slowly over to her. She smiled brightly as she saw you approaching and excused herself away from her friends for a moment.

“Hi” She greeted, “I was wondering if you were going to come and speak to me.”

“Hey.” You smiled “I’m Y/N.”

“Nice to finally put a name to your pretty face.” She said before giving you her name.

“So um…” You swallowed thickly trying to conjure up the courage to ask her for her number. This was something you had never done before… sure, you had never really shown much interest in guys, and you knew that every time you glanced at one of the women on the front of one of your brothers magazines, or spotted a pretty girl walking down the street you couldn’t help but feel that something was different, but you were never able to place it until now. You had thought it was because you never had time to spend hanging out with people outside of hunting, but now that Dean had pointed it out, you knew that he was onto something. You couldn’t help the butterflies in your stomach that you felt when you looked at the girl before you, and back in the diner you had been so desperate to talk to her that you found your thoughts drifting to what it would be like, however now it was actually happening it was like your mind was betraying you because you couldn’t think of anything to say as your body froze. You took a deep breath and cleared your mind. “I was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime?”

She looked at you with a look of pure happiness that made you melt. “I would love to.”

The two of you sat inside the diner again a few days later. The two of you had been texting back and forth constantly after exchanging numbers and you couldn’t contain your excitement. You had taken her to the cinema across town before you two made you way to the diner. She looked even more beautiful than the time you had first seen her as she sat across from you, sipping her milkshake which you had purchased for her with Dean’s plagiarised credit card. The two of you spent hours talking to each other and laughing at the other's jokes and you barely noticed the sun setting and the busy diner thinning out, she had even reached out to grab your hand from across the table which she kept there until her it was eventually time to leave.

You walked her back to her house, slightly disheartened when you finally reached it and the pair of you paused just in front of it.

Reaching out, she tucked a loose piece of your hair behind your ear. The closeness made your stomach flutter and you blushed. Suddenly her rosy lips were on yours. You leaned into the kiss, kissing her back with the same keen gentleness that she had initiated it with. When she finally pulled away, the kiss leaving you breathless, the two of you let out a small chuckle only to have the moment ruined by a passer by who glared at the two of you in disgust before rolling his eyes.

“Great, just what this town needs. More dykes.” His words cut deep and your heart sank as they crushed everything you had been working to accept was okay about yourself. The longer you looked at him, the more you recognised him. It was the boy from the diner. The one that had tried to ask you out but you ignored. It seemed he also seemed to recognise you too.

“You’re the girl from the diner.” He started shaking his head. “No wonder you weren’t interested you fucking freak.”

“Excuse you?” your date asked, clenching her fists and taking a step forward.

“I said you’re disgusting.” He spat. “That shouldn’t even be allowed.”

“Listen here-” She took another step forward, but you put out a hand to stop her. The last thing the two of you needed now was for this to become a fight.

“Don’t. Just leave it.”

She stepped back and with one last huff the boy left with his head held high.

“I’m sorry-”

“It’s not your fault.” She said as you looked at your shoes.

“I know… but I can’t help but feel responsible.”

“Well you shouldn’t.” She told you, cupping your face and cutting off any more of your protesting with another kiss to your lips before turning up the steps to her house. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

Sam and Dean were still awake when you shuffled in through the door, trying to poorly plaster a smile on your face. Of course they were, they wouldn’t sleep until they knew you were safely in bed at the motel. Sam was typing away on his laptop at the table while Dean had sprawled himself out on the bed with a box of pizza and was watching shitty tv.

“There she is!” Dean said when he saw you in the doorway. “How was it?”

You shrugged, trying to keep up a happy facade. “It was good.”

“What’s the matter, kiddo?” Sam frowned as he shut his laptop and crossed the room to sit on the bed.

“Nothing.”

“Y/N.”

“I told you. It’s nothing.”

“What’s the matter, sweetheart? Did things not work out between the two of you?” Dean asked.

“No. No. It’s not that.”

“Then what?” your eldest brother pressed.

“Someone said something.” You admitted, eyes finally brimming with tears that you had tried so desperately hard to keep from escaping. The boys words had made you feel so... wrong. “The boy from the diner. Called us names. Said we were ‘freaks’”

“He what?” Dean clenched his fists, but Sam shut him down with one look as you began to cry.

“Oh kid” Sam said, pulling you close to his chest. “You’re not a freak. Don’t listen to him.”

“But I am, Sammy.”

“No.” Dean shut you down quickly. “Don’t say that Y/N. You are perfect just the way you are.”

Sam agreed. “Exactly. Who cares what that guy thinks, Y/N?”

“Me?” you sniffled “I don’t want people to treat me differently-”

“We’re not gonna treat you differently. You think we’d really do that, Kid? We’re your brothers.” Sam asked gently.

“Exactly. You don’t see us treating Charlie any differently, do you?”

“No.” you moved your head away from Sam’s shirt which was now covered in your tears to see Dean moving closer to you.

“We love you unconditionally, sweetheart.” He said and he wrapped you up in his arms, placing his chin atop your head. “Nothing you could tell us is ever going to change that. Nothing.”

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kazuyummy · 1 year ago

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Hi, Ani!! I was a bit nervous about requesting. I wasn't sure if it's still open if not please ignore this

Can I request for your event Daiya no A, please?

Matchup: intuitive, sarcastic, cool, apathetic

Drabble: 🍊-imagine I'd like my character to feel jealous about the attention I give to someone else but can't do anything cause he hadn't confessed yet.

ok so believe me when i tried to match you up with literally anyone BUT the beautiful man in your profile pic... but i honestly couldn't. and i hope this all explains why, hehe ❤️

SANADA SHUNPEI loves trying to get under that calm, seemingly unbreakable exterior. he's easygoing and won't be discouraged by any initial attempts to brush him off, in fact, seeing it as a challenge. he enjoys your quick, sarcastic quips, even if they're directed at him - just another step in figuring you out and what makes you tick. make no mistake, though - he genuinely cares about you and appreciates your talents and the way you think. his warm, magnetic personality compliments your more indifferent first impression in the best ways (like the kinds of couples where one is like a dog and the other is like a cat). i can see you in a bit of a rivals to lovers situation, and even after getting together, having that same banter in your relationship - truly never a dull moment!

jealousy drabble under the cut 😈

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❀ THE GAMES WE PLAY

after WEEKS of sanada bothering you to come out to watch one of his games, you finally make your way into the stands

so why on earth, after defeating seido and putting on a god-tier pitching performance, are you talking to one of them and not him?!

he'd even made eye contact with you a couple times before batting and getting on the mound, your smirk just oozing "go on, show me what you got. impress me" vibes - and he had done just that! or so he thought...

out of all people - it's that stupid lead-off runner who managed to get three hits off of him. on instinct, he marches right over as you're laughing at something he's said

you don't notice until you feel something draped over your shoulders and look down to see the fabric's familiar pinstripes - his jersey. the girls in his fanclub must be seething

"hey, good game, man," he nods to kuramochi, his smile forced before turning to you, "and thank you for being my good luck charm today"

"uh, shunpei, wh-"

"oh, are you two...?"

you both turn to kuramochi, and you wave your hands frantically,

"oh, no, no! nothing like that!"

"ah, ok - well here's my number, as promised"

he gives you a quick side-hug before making his way back to his team. once he's a safe distance away, sanada grumbles,

"c'mon, you're gonna go for him?"

"i didn't say i was, shunpei."

"then why'd you literally make heart eyes at him? and giggle like a little school girl?"

you scoff, exasperated at your close friend's outburst.

"you're imagining things. first, he's not my type. second, i hadn't seen him since elementary school, which i would've explained to you if you hadn't so kindly interrupted us!"

you sigh. sometimes this boy could be so much... but you're getting a sense as to why he's doing it. the protectiveness, the scrutiny over guys you talk to... you want to deny those reasons as well as the thought that it's honestly a bit... cute

"buuuut... you did play really well today"

he's on your heels, continuing down the path away from the diamond. he's clearly sheepish about being called out, but you just know he's soaking up your praise

you stop when you meet your reflection in the window,

"hmm, this jersey actually looks pretty good on me"

you turn around, flicking sanada the nose and not even looking back once to see the smitten smirk painting his face,

"and jealousy looks pretty good on you, shunpei"

ok so i was going to make it completely angst but like... the boy's head over heels for you so i just know your intuition has lead you to pick up on it now and play with him a little 😜 i just get the vibe that like... you're calm and collected kind of cool, and he's a charming and engaging kind of cool but... i also know you can be huge dorks around each other!!! like how could i NOT match you up w him lmaoo. and that he'll get his revenge and get you flustered hehe... hope you enjoyed 🥰

anyone can request a matchup here 💫

#💭-ani-mini #💬-ani-chats #matchups #sanada shunpei #diamond no ace

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fishii-writes · 4 months ago

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beach day - osamu dazai

paring: dazai x fem!reader

requested by: @mixuu2

cw: not fully proofread (i got lazy...), no established relationship, fluff, mentions of insecurity, the whole ada is included, dazai's a flirt, reader refers to dazai as anything but his name until the end, dazai's touchy, he helps you put sunscreen on your back, dazai calls read petnames like "doll", "bella-donna" and "princess", slightly suggestive jokes, basically he's a lovesick idiot, he also has no idea what personal space is! (jk), after the photo, there's a little surprise, the ending's kinda rushed

note: reader has no pronouns mentioned but they do wear an implied two piece swimsuit and are in the female change rooms but feel free to ignore that, reader is implied to have at least shoulder-length hair but feel free to ignore that too! PLEASE listen to Tejano Blue at least once, it had me so excited to write this. Also I posted this while on phone so uhh idk.

a/n: first request fic!! aaaa this plot was so cute, im so glad it was requested!! hope you enjoy! :D also im so sorry this took so long 😭

word count: 4751

When it comes to friendships, you used to like to keep your work friends and old highschool friends a bit different. Sure, you liked them both, but each holds a special place. But in recent times, you’ve really loosened up. You’ve let yourself make friendships, and tried focusing on the fun instead of stressing about which bonds came from wherever. And thankfully, with the lack of stress about such friendships came something nice. Much nicer than you could’ve ever thought.

“There you go, you look so pretty!” Yosano beams, after she finishes tying the bows on your new swimsuit she bought for you. Kyouka meekly nods, a soft smile on her lips as she whispers a similar compliment. Naomi, on the other hand, was much louder about it. She doesn’t let a moment pass where she doesnt have you giggling into your hands or covering your face out of embarrassment. Was it a good idea to tell her about your little crush? Maybe not. But did it make it less embarrassing? Not in the least. Oh well, it’ll pass. Hopefully.

“Thank you!” All the smiling from the other girls in the change room just made your smile sweeter. Kyouka hands you a white button down shirt to wear open over your swimsuit, for the walk down to the beach.

Yosano and Naomi share a sly glance, which doesn’t go unnoticed by you. But you don’t act on it because it seems as if they’re always plotting something.

“Hey, let me do your hair so it doesn’t get all icky in the water!” Naomi, master of hairstyling and quite literally all beauty related skills, offers. You hesitantly nod, suspicion almost radiating off your narrowed gaze at her.

“Whatttt, it’s not like I’m gonna shave your head or something! You’ve got nothing to worry about, in fact, look forward to today!” She giggles, gently brushing your hair down the top of your back. It tickles a bit, getting a little shiver from you and a teasing chuckle from Yosano. You slightly turn your face to shoot Yosano an embarrassed glare. But she just laughs harder when she sees your face tinting a pink she doesn’t see very often.

“Wonder if he’ll like it? Yeah, thought you’d think that too.” She whispers beside your ear, and you can almost hear the smirk in her voice. That’s what makes your face heat up, but you brush it off as ‘the beach’s heat’.

She brushes through your hair one more time before she loosely braids it, then slings it over your left shoulder. She really works magic, the girl has talent and you can’t deny that.

“Thanks, let’s head out,” you smile, taking Kyouka’s hand and walking out the changerooms.

The four of you continue talking, laughing and walking all the way to the main sand pathway down to the beach. The whole Detective Agency was there today, which means he’s there as well. Not to worry, though, you have your friends and plan to just have fun. Not everything’s about him, and you know it's not about you when he flirts with every girl he sees.

The four of you reach the last part of the concrete path, before the sandy passage. You take off your sandals and the others do too. Your mind can't stop racing about everything. A beach day, with your dearest friends and coworkers! The smile on your face is a bit wonky, as you think about each and every possibility for this day trip.

Yosano seems to notice you’ve zoned out, so she takes your hand, and Naomi’s in the other, then starts running down the hot sand. It catches you by surprise, but it takes you not even a moment to adjust. The four of you laugh as you keep running, the path being somewhat long and getting hotter under the sole of your bare feet by each step. And just when you thought that you could slow down, you trip over a big rock in the sand. Well, it wasn't only you that had tripped over; Yosano hadn't seen it either. Luckily, you managed to catch Kyouka before she fell.

“Idiot!” Naomi laughs, helping you and Yosano up from the sand. You brush any sand on Kyouka’s body before your own, then wait for Yosano and Naomi to do the same. The four of you continue walking down the remainder of the sand path, until the vast horizon is in clear view.

Wow.

“Wow…” the four of you whisper in unison.

You all take a moment to admire the gorgeous sea, and the way it pulls up and away from the slightly darker layer of sand. The admiration lasts for a moment, before Naomi takes Yosano’s hand, and Kyouka takes yours. Yosano grabs Kyouka’s other hand and follows behind the running Naomi, who’s laughter sounded like it was echoing in the never-ending atmosphere.

After what seems like an eternity but also a moment at the same time, Naomi stops. Without warning, though. So Yosano tripped onto her, and Kyouka on top of the two. Lucky for you, you didn’t land on them. But that's not saying that you didn't land somewhat painfully. You landed face first in the sand beside them.

A soft groan escapes, or rather, tries to escape your slightly parted lips. But as you slowly peel your upper body from the burning hot sand, you cough a bit of sand. As if it couldn't get more embarrassing, Junichiro and Ranpo are laughing. Junichiro covers his laugh with his hand, well, tries to. But Ranpo straight up laughs at you as if it was the funniest thing he’d ever seen.

Fukuzawa sighs, helping you up and helping you brush off the sand on your body with the sleeve of his shirt. You thank him, before he returns to where Ranpo and Junichiro were still laughing, giving them a scolding. Yosano and Naomi had gotten up, also helping the youngest girl up and brushing the sand off their faces and bodies. Kyouka quietly thanks the three of you, then quickly walks off to find Kenji. The three of you turn back to each other, emotionlessly staring at each other. That is, before Naomi starts laughing again, then Yosano, and eventually you.

“Hey, let's go play in the water!” Atsushi exclaims, getting responses from people who were joining and who weren't.

You hesitate for a moment. Taking the shirt off meant you would have a lot of your body on display. And while that's something you know came with a swimsuit as such, it suddenly didn't feel so appealing. Yosano gently squeezes your shoulder, reassuringly smiling.

“You don’t have to take it off, we can ask someone for a spare t-shirt and you can wear that on top, okay? Let's get you some sunscreen first, though.” her hand hovers above the small of your back as she quietly ushers you to the large umbrella Fukuzawa was sitting under. There, Kyouka and Kenji were making sandcastles. Your mood seemed to lighten a bit when you saw the way Kyouka wasn't as closed off and quiet around a boy her age.

“Here, sit down, I'll go get the sunscreen from Kunikida,” she looks around, “wait, where is he even? And speaking of where people are, where’s the idiot?”

Ranpo randomly appears behind the purple haired woman, tapping her shoulder and whispering beside her ear. She nods, a faint smirk on her lips as she turns back to you.

“I’m gonna go look for those two with Ranpo, then buy ice creams for us all. So stay here, okay? If they come back, one of them will do it for you. I’ll be back in about half an hour.” she ruffles your hair as you sit down on one corner of the mat on the sand.

You place your sandals with the other assorted shoes, then zone out. Your eyes keep blurring in and out of the various blues and greens washing up further down the beach. Oh, how you want to just jump into the water. Junichiro, Atsushi and Naomi are playing with a beach ball. You let out a breath you didnt realise you were holding, with your head thrown back. You stare at the underside of the large umbrella, the colours faint on the inside. Your eyes close for a moment, the heat making you a bit sleepy. That is, until you feel a cold hand on your cheek. You yelp out, jumping up and rubbing your cheek. A cheeky chuckle escapes said culprit’s lips as you look at them.

Oh.

Just the one person you wanted to forget about today. As if not being confident in a cute new swimsuit wasn't enough, suddenly, the person you kind of wanted to impress was suddenly face to face with you. And you knew his eyes would eventually wander down from your face, if not now. Lucky for you, you had your knees to your chest, so most of your torso was covered.

While you didnt want him checking you or your body out, his attire caught you by surprise. After all, you hadn't seen him in anything other than his usual office outfit, that trench coat and semi-formal wear. He wore a white button down shirt, open, just like yours. Your eyes flicker around again, this time accidentally landing a bit lower. From the waistband of his shorts, you realise it's the same colour as your swimsuit. Almost the same pattern. It's almost as if the person who bought this for you also bought him a matching one. Yosano knew what she was doing, didn’t she? You realise your eyes have locked unusually low on his body, so you try pretending like you didn't just zone out on his lower abdomen. Unfortunately he noticed. And he didn't plan on letting it go unannounced.

“Oh-hoh, someone’s a bit interested, it seems~?” he teases, leaning in close enough to your face for his breath to lightly fan your cheeks. Your cherry tinted cheeks. You almost immediately lean backwards, the opposite direction from him and his teasing actions.

But as if fate really has it against you today, you fall backwards, your back hitting the hot sand. And dear god was it hotter than you remember it being. Your eyes had shut during the moment you fell backwards, but it took less than a second to open them again. Well, it would’ve been like that if your face hadn't been out of the shade of the umbrella. You quietly hiss at the sudden light almost blinding your eyes.

You bring up one of your hands to shade your eyes and use the other to try pushing up from the sand. That is, until you hear a familiar chuckle, and see a familiar, cocky smirk through a small crack between your fingers of your makeshift hand shade. His hands rest on the sand, either side of your face. You genuinely can’t tell if he’s looking you up and down as a joke or in a way you’d look at him. Regardless, you have to stop yourself from kicking him off you. His face hovers a bit over your own, but your eyes stay locked on his face.

If he actually shut up for a minute, maybe your heart would’ve skipped a beat. You stare at him, unamused at his unnecessary laughter. Until one of his hands lightly brushes against your cheek, supposedly moving a stray hair from your face. That’s when your heart feels like it's doing flips. Yeah, on second thought, don’t expect that much from him of all people. He had pinched a bit of sand in his hand and dropped it on your face.

You groan in annoyance, using both your hands to push his chest so he gets off of you. He continues laughing, falling into the sand on his side. When he finally settles down, you grab a handful of sand and throw it at him. He laughs, throwing a handful of sand back at you again. And soon enough, the two of you were chasing each other with hands full of hot sand, throwing them back and forth. As annoyed as you were, the irritation drained away when you heard his laugh. You could deem it genuine, from the way his eyes were closed, but his lashes kind of rested upwards, looking animatedly. A light pink hue dusts his cheeks as he finally slows down his running, near the water. You stop.

Yosano had told you to put on sunscreen, but she’s not here to help you put it on your back. You sigh, starting to walk back to the shade of the umbrella, to chill for a bit. But this idiot follows you, teasingly asking you stupid questions.

“Aww, why’d you stop? We were having so much funnn!!” he whines, loosely wrapping his arm around yours. While you can't deny that you enjoyed that, it got you really tired, especially in this heat. And you were starting to feel your skin tingle, it wasn’t too late to put on sunscreen.

“I didn’t put on sunscreen, so I'm gonna wait till Yosano gets back and then I'll join you guys again.” you explain, trying to push his face off your already warm shoulders. He slyly chuckles, taking your hand and running towards the umbrella. You barely manage to keep up, wondering where the bandaged freak got all this energy. He sits you down, then kneels in front of you.

“But why would you wait for Yosano when I'm right here? Y’know I’m more than capable of applying sunscreen.” he slightly tilts his head, that thing he does when he wants something from Kunikida. Usually, on the blonde, it doesn’t work, it simply gets him yelled at. It's always funny to watch, and it doesn’t really affect him, since he just laughs it off. But on you? It made your knees go weak. And you were sitting down! You feel your cheeks heat up, but again, it was also because it’s insanely hot out on the beach.

“So, whaddya say, doll?” His voice is basically dripping with a teasing intention, but part of you wants to make him shut up. So, you decide to say something just as teasing back, only, it was partly serious, depending on how he reacted.

“Yeah, okay,” you nod, grabbing the sunscreen squeezy bottle from behind you, “Can you do it from the back?”

That gets him quiet. Since you paused between the two phrases, his focus diverted. You can’t help but laugh, ending in a teasing smirk. You lean in close to his face, slightly tilting your head, just like he did earlier.

“What, backing out already, doll?” you tease, batting your lashes innocently at him. He nervously gulps, definitely not expecting such a response from you of all people. But it took him, just like you, a moment to respond.

“Okay, take off the shirt,” he faces away as he speaks, but you can almost hear the smirk in his voice.

You nod, moving your now messy braid onto one shoulder and sliding off your button down shirt. You put it beside your shoes, then turn your back to him. He squeezes a bit of sunscreen on his palm, rubbing his other hand to spread it over his two palms. His palms hesitantly slide down the exposed parts of your back. While he’s very flirty and almost always teasing you on each interaction, he makes sure not to overstep his boundaries and to not make you uncomfortable.

You slightly smile to yourself as you feel his hands slow down when they reach your upper back. He’s hesitating, it's kind of cute. “What is it?” you ask, slightly turning your face to see him from behind. He nervously chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck with the dry parts of his fingertips. His eyes are averted far from yours, they’re nervously darting around to anywhere but yours. You cover your laugh with your hand, smiling as you turn your whole body to face him. You hold his wrist from behind his head, the smile on your lips growing.

“Hey, don’t worry, you’re not making me uncomfortable. Just do my upper back then I'll do the rest of my body, okay?” you slightly tilt your head, but not in the teasing way he does. A more… reassuring way, if you ask him. He slightly smiles, but his gaze remains wandering to anywhere but yours. You laugh, turning back around. For a reason unknown to you, your breath was held in before you felt his hands on your upper back again.

“There, all done. Wasn’t so hard, was it?” he teases, wrapping his arms around your neck loosely from behind. It catches you by surprise, but you don't pull away either. “Yeah, yeah, thanks. You go with the others in the water, I'm gonna finish doing the sunscreen here.” you take the bottle of sunscreen and pour some onto your palm, rubbing it on your other palm and spreading both your hands down your legs. His arms tighten a bit around your neck, lightly chuckling beside your ear.

“Nah, I’m gonna wait for you,” his hands fiddle with the shoulder straps of your swimsuit, getting an eye roll from you. You sigh, flicking his hands off of the straps.

“That wasn’t a question, I said, go with the others, I'm not done yet,” you start removing his arms from around your neck, but he lazily droops onto you again. “But I don't wanna go yet! I wanna stay with youuu!!” he whines, leaning backwards and pulling you backwards in the process. You groan, feeling his arms wrap around your waist instead. He holds you close, your back to his bandaged chest.

“Oi, let go of me, and I'll let you eat my ice cream,” you sigh, hoping he’ll accept the childish offer. Lucky for you, he accepts, happily letting go of you and ruffling your hair.

“Well, I guess your offer tempted me too much, bella-donna. Till we meet again!” he jokes, waving you off before joining the others in the water. You exhale, continuing to rub the sunscreen over your legs and arms, then the exposed parts of your torso and neck. You get Kenji to help you do your face, and Kyouka watches from behind him.

“Say, [nickname], do you like Dazai?” Kenji asks, gently applying a dot of sunscreen on your cheeks. You immediately open your eyes, your face heating up a bit. You hesitate for a moment, knowing whatever answer you give, Kyouka would catch on to it.

“Uh, he’s a good… friend? Coworker? I don’t know,” you nervously laugh, getting a doubtful hum from Kyouka in return. Kenji shrugs at your response, finishing rubbing the sunscreen onto your face. You thank him, then ask the two if they want to join you in the water. Kyouka meekly nods, standing up alongside you and Kenji. The blonde boy takes Kyouka’s hand, smiling as he walks beside you towards the water. It seems he can control his excitement, but the moment you’re less than a few footsteps away from the water, Kyouka suddenly runs ahead, dragging Kenji with her. You laugh, watching them fall into the water.

“You’re not going in the water?” You hear a familiar voice behind you, two hands holding your shoulders gently. You slightly turn, seeing Kunikida. You shake your head, walking into the shallow part of the water with the blonde following beside you. The sand was so hot a moment ago, yet the sand under your feet in the water is cold. It feels good, though. A smile creeps itself onto your lips as the cool waves splash against your ankles. You take out your messy braid that the bandaged idiot had ruined, then rake your fingers through your hair to rid it of any knots. You hear Fukuzawa call out from behind you, to the whole agency.

“Everyone gather in the water, I’ll take a picture,” the people already in the water move to where Kyouka and Kenji are, so that the water is at a level where they can steadily stand. You hesitantly moved forward, the water’s depth not threatening an accident. You slowly walk close to where the water reaches your mid thighs, tying your hair into a simple ponytail. A shaky sigh escapes your lips as you step closer again, watching the blurry sand shift under each step. If such a serene moment happened more often, maybe you wouldn’t get so shocked when you hear an idiot behind you.

“Boo!” he wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you up a bit. You struggle a bit, trying to get out of his grip, but he just laughs in response.

“Why’re you taking so long to get into the water? You scareddd~?” he teases, getting a kick to his shin from you. You roll your eyes, trying to get his arms loosened around your waist. He doesn't let go, nor does he loosen his grip. Instead, he carries you to where everyone was posing for the photo. He lets go of your waist, simply wrapping one arm around it and holding you in place. You do a simple peace sign with both your hands, waiting for the others to pose for the photo.

“Hey, wait up! We’re back!” you hear Yosano call out, as she runs with Ranpo to join the agency in the water. They laugh as the water splashes everywhere, before they settle in their places for the photo. Yosano stands beside you, holding the opposite side of your waist so you can stand up. Dazai holds the other side, leaning close to you as Ranpo poses beside him. Everyone holds their pose, waiting for a thumbs up from Fukuzawa. A moment later, he nods, and everyone starts heading back towards the umbrella. Yosano glances over to you, smiling.

“I assume this freak did your sunscreen for you?” she asks, ruffling your hair with her wet hand as you laugh in response. “Yeah, he did. Did you end up buying the ice creams?” she nods in response, letting go of your waist and walking back to the umbrella. You try following her, but Dazai’s arm is still around your waist. And he doesn’t plan on letting go. You turn to face him, confused.

“Let's go? Why aren't you letting go..?” he pulls you closer, wrapping his other arm around your waist.

“Can you trust me for a few minutes?” he asks, eyes meeting yours. His question didn’t sound rude or threatening, and usually, you’d turn it down but now? You find yourself nodding, just barely whispering a “yes”.

He slowly walks further, where the water eventually reaches his chest. You feel the panic beginning to rise in yourself, since you’re shorter than him. He lightly chuckles, helping you wrap your legs around his waist. One of his hands holds the bottom of your thighs, carefully pushing you up. Your arms wrap around his neck, not too tight but surely not loosely, either.

“What, you scared? Don’t worry, I'll save you, princess,” he teases, getting an annoyed groan from you. Nonetheless, he understands why you’d be scared. The waves crash against his shoulders and your neck, but he makes sure to keep your face out of the water.

“Okay, I appreciate the sentiment but what are you doing?” you have to raise your voice a bit, since the waves are awfully loud. He simply smiles.

“Are you ready to find out? Though I doubt Yosano didn’t tell you,” he flashes you an embarrassed smile, but it looks just as cute as usual.

“Yeah, please make it quick though. The water’s too cold for this,” you nervously laugh, tightening your legs around his waist to stay close with him. He laughs, tightening his arm around your waist.

“Aww, are you that eager? I haven’t even told you what i wanted to do, silly~!” he teases, but you’re still confused. “Say, [name], can I ask you something?” he leans his face in close enough so he doesn;t have to raise his voice. You nod, waiting for him to suddenly say something stupid or something actually in character for someone like him. But to your surprise, he asks something that Naomi had asked similarly to.

“Why don’t you ever call me by my name?” you pause. You couldn’t tell him, what if it’s just a joke? You sigh.

“It’s just… I don't really wanna talk about it, but if it makes you feel bad or anything, I'm sorry, Dazai.” you break eye contact, staring out at the waves crashing onto his shoulder. He sighs softly, but not a disappointed one. It's something you can't recognise.

“I wasn’t trying to guilt trip you into saying it. I'm asking why you don't want to attach meaning to my name,” from the way you immediately turn to face him, the panic in your eyes, he seemed to have guessed right. “It’s not what you think, I promise it's not for a bad reason!” you try explaining, but he cuts you off.

“And here I thought the feeling was mutual,” you can’t tell if he’s acting or not, but it certainly made you want to hug him. But you couldn’t. Why? What if he hates you now? And suddenly your mind goes back to being new to the agency and crying in your dorm over friendships. It doesn't take a genius to notice you’re stressed, so he brings his arm that was holding your thighs up to your waist, hugging you tightly.

“Please don’t worry too much, I didn't mean to make you feel bad. I just… I don't know how to actually say this. Forgive me if this comes off as weird,” he nervously laughs, taking a quick breath in. His index finger and thumb move your chin to face him. Since you knew you’d be in the water most of today, you didn't wear much makeup. But even without it, your cheeks were flushed a soft pink, much like his.

“I like you, like, a lot. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, of course! I just thought I'd tell you, because… well, it's just been a while and I want to get it off my chest.” he goes from barely mumbling the first sentence to rambling on and on.

You freeze for a moment, staring at him. Your sudden silence just panicked him even more, so he continues apologising. You feel a smile form on your lips, and before you know it, you start laughing. He slightly tilts his head, humming in confusion.

“Sorry, sorry, I'm not laughing at your confession. In fact, I'm flattered. I'm just laughing because I spent all this time worrying about if you'd hate me if I told you,” you laugh between your sentences, the shock seems too much for you. When he finally realises what you meant, the corners of his lips tug into a soft smile. But he wasn't about to let you out of this without making you equally embarrassed, no, not in a million years.

“What didn’t you tell me? We’re keeping secrets now, bella-donna?” he can barely contain his playful smirk as he teases you.

“Well, y’know… wait, you’re not making me say it, are you?” the soft blush adorning your cheeks earlier had darkened a bit.

“Mm, no, what ever could make you think that way, my dear?” he chuckles, leaning in a bit. You find yourself leaning in, too. Just as you’re about to experience something you’ve longed for, he chuckles again.

“Nope, you’re not getting it till you can say it. I’m hurt, would you make me do something as embarrassing as this?” he playfully pouts, getting an eye roll from you. You softly sigh, eyes meeting him once more.

“Fine, whatever. I like you too, Daz-” he cuts you off. In the best way possible. His hands may have been cold, but his lips certainly weren’t. For the short moment they were pressed to yours, your worries were washed away, and replaced with nothing but this idiot. Your idiot.

“Enough already, you freaks! Your ice cream's gonna melt!” she laughs, as does Dazai.

“It's fine, I promised he could eat mine, anyway!” you laugh, ruffling his hair.

“Also, call me Osamu. Or yours, either work,” he smiles, making your heart skip a beat, just like it always has.

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jazzgutzz · 4 years ago

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— connor boyfriend headcanons!

fandom: Detroit become human

parings: connor(rk800) x reader

cw: fluff , smut mentions

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we all seen this coming: he’s a golden retriever type of boyfriend. you know the loyal, sweet, sometimes gullible one. he literally follows you everywhere, if it were someone else, yeah you would find it annoying but this is connor we’re talking about.

because he follows you everywhere like a damn lost dog he’s very protective, making sure you’re not hurting yourself from being clumsy or from doing something stupid

“No, don’t do that please, it’s not safe.”

“There’s an 80% chance of you hurting yourself, i wouldn’t do that if i were you.”

he’ll get kinda jealous when he sees someone trying to flirt with you. so he’ll definitely go in to hold your hand (has a thing of rubbing his thumb over your knuckles bc it calms him)

has the softest spot for you and calls you the most basic and cheesy nicknames ever(not that you’re complaining): sweetheart, love, cutie, darling...

honestly, he does question why you would date an android over a human but you’ll reassure him without a second thought!

forehead kisses. that’s it. he literally loves them to death, please kiss his forehead

also a sucker for nose kisses (when you first gave him a nose kiss he thought you were going in for an actual kiss so you both ended up head budding each other)

since you both work at the DPD you always catch him staring, then he’ll just smile and go back to work

loves making you breakfast in bed, he’ll nudge your shoulder in the softest way possible and just admire the way you take a good 5 minutes to open your eyes while stretching

very touchy-feely boyfriend likes touching you in any way he can. ex: resting his head on your shoulder, gently placing his hand on your thigh, playing with your fingers, etc.

if hank asked connor to watch sumo for a while, you bet your ass he’s gonna invite you

^^ sumo is literally his best friend ever (you have a whole album in your photos of the two it’s so cute)

ever since he became a deviant, he’s been picking up small things from you! ex. he saw you shrug your shoulders at a question and just started doing it (at the appropriate times).

started becoming a little more sarcastic which did irritate you a little but realized he got it all from you and hank

says your name when he talks to you, idk why but it’s so cute

!!!very polite!!!

likes it when you ruffle his hair or just play with it in general, it lets him know you love him without really saying anything

you have a thing of kinda messing with his tie whenever you two talk

“Do you mind, uh, playing with my hair until i finish these paper? please? :)”

loves complimenting you every 6 seconds shut up, don’t argue with me on this

“you look so pretty/handsome..”

“you handwriting is very beautiful,”

“you know... you have a cute face when you zone out”

definitely a switch, a leaning bottom if you will

he’s obviously aware of sex and what not but obviously you have to teach him some new things

very quick learner

ever since he found you had a thing for his hands, he’s been the biggest tease. always doing his coin tricks when your around and gives the slyest smirk if he catches you staring

has a pretty dick, probably a good 6 1/2 inch’s. not as thick but the length makes up for it. his tip is also very pretty, with a gorgeous pink and slight (keyword: slight) purple tone if that makes sense

he whimpers... a lot. gets very whiny too if you get him at that point

forgets how strong he is most of the time and leaves light bruises on your hips and thighs from gripping them too hard (apologizes a lot after seeing them)

really tries to be gentle bc he doesn’t wanna hurt you, in his eye you’re his fragile little human

if he’s ever feeling dominant in the bedroom, say hello to the penguin-like walk for sometime bc youre gonna be friends for a while-

didn’t quite understand role play at first but now he’s 100% onboard with it. cop x criminal but you didn’t hear that from me

“Okay so do you like... how do i put this... Are you a uh ass or boob guy, connor?”

“Well, both options are very nice in their own way. So i would have to say both.”

he lied. 100% ass man. he can’t help but stare at your ass.

heavy makeout session? just casually rubbing your ass.

in a flirty mood and just so happens to be right next to you? according to him he saw a fly and tried slapping it away.

into overstimulation, says he “wants to see how far a human can go”. he did, however, make you pass out one time and thought he killed you but you were up a good 3-5 minutes later.

you pulled a reverse card and tried over stimulating him and you swear you could hear him short circuit but oh boy was it worth it

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#detroid become human #smut #connor dbh x reader #connor dbh x reader smut #connor x reader smut #detroit connor #rk800 x reader #detroit become human rk800 #rk800connor #headcanon #hcs #smut hcs #fluff #rk900

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crimsonfic · 3 years ago

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When You Dress To Go Out

BTS IMAGINE

Taehyung:

-His mouth drops open

-Admires you like a work of art

-Watches your every move as you gather everything you're taking with you.

-If anything looks out of place he'll point and tell you

-"when are you coming back?"

-takes pictures of you from where he's sitting

-really can't get over how beautiful you look

-"Have fun pretty girl, text me when you're on your way back"

-when you kiss him goodbye he tries not to mess up your make up.

-watches you out the door, mouth still open

-thinks about how he has the most beautiful woman in the world

-comments under every picture or video you post when out

-can't wait for you to get home

-watches your every move as you get ready for bed

-in awe of you. Enjoys just watching you

Yoongi:

-tries not to say anything

-always fails

-when you lay your outfit out before showering, he's in the room analyzing it.

-switches it out with something less revealing sometimes

-"I don't want people looking at you"

-doesn't care that it's unreasonable it really upsets him that people will be looking at his girl

-sits on the bed with his arms folded as you get dressed

-"are you wearing a jacket over that?"

-"why is it so short?"

-do you have to wear those heels?"

-when you kiss him to say goodbye he's slightly pouty. Holds your hands to keep you in front of him. Almost makes you late.

-"call me if you need anything." He tells you sternly

-will be up worried about you until you get back

-will be all over you in bed.

-let’s just say he’ll show you just how much he missed you

Seokjin:

-follows you from room to room

-talks to you about any and everything as you get ready

-when your outfit is on he gets excited

-"oh yeah! Wow! Amazing!"

-hypes you up with his excitement at how good you look.

-claps his hands "wow, most amazing woman in history" he's serious

-thinks you're stunning

-when you kiss him goodbye he pretends to faint

-aegyo

-acts like if you leave without kissing him one more time he'll be so hurt.

-"Please one more?" You give in. He waits until you get to the door to ask for another

-Jagi please, one more?" “My heart can’t take you leaving without one more kiss”

-blows you kisses as you leave.

-when you're gone he's not thinking about you. He's living his best life. He knows you're good and will call if anything happens.

-when you get back he wants to hear about your night. Laughs loudly at everything amusing to him

-follows you as you get undressed too

Jimin:

-Smiles at you everytime you walk past

-"you look so good" he compliments you.

-Sort of giggly

-happy to see that you're hanging out with your friends so he feels happy for you

-"turn around let me see"

-watches you do your make-up

-approves of every decision you make. Nods his head at the outcome

-"you're so good at that."

-he literally compliments you every step of the way

-when you catch him looking at you wantonly he smiles quickly.

-you're so weak for him, he knows you'll stay in with him if looks that way

-literally watches your ass, and how it looks in that outfit but only when you can't see him

-when you kiss him goodbye his soft hands linger at your hips

-when you walk out the door he hits your butt

-"I can stay...." You start to say but he laughs and shakes his head, telling you to go and have fun.

-when you get back, you're putty in his hands. If he hadn't been waiting on you he would laugh at how you've clearly been anticipating the night cap.

Hoeseok:

-Helps you pick out your outfit

-"I think those shoes go better" he tells you after you show him your options

-takes a picture of you when you're fully dressed.

-loves your style

-very secure and confident in you so he doesn't care what you wear

-usually encourages the most daring outfit

-puts your jacket on for you, or your shoes

-smiles at you

-"so cute" he says as he watches you get ready.

-looks out the window waiting to see when your friends arrive

-waves at them from the window

-"you're gonna have so much fun!" He says excited for you

-"bye beautiful" he says when you come to kiss him goodbye.

-"wait!" He says and fixes your hair, your lipstick, your hemline or whatever he messed up

-"have fun!" He smiles from the doorway

-when you get back he's so happy. He's really smiley and happy while he watches you get ready for bed so he can cuddle you.

Jungkook:

-takes his headset off when he sees you dressed and ready to go

-"come here" he says with his arms open, sitting in his chair

-he turns you around to look over you

-"I like it" he says. He's never said anything different.

-"what time are you coming back?"

-wants to know so he won't be playing the game

-he wants to know all your plans. Just in case

-stares at you while he makes you stand there.

-thinks you look amazing but won't say it until the last minute.

-"do you need a ride?" Just nods if you say you don't

-when your friends pull up he stands up is when he tells you you look gorgeous and kiss you goodbye

-holds your hand and walks you out to the car. Opening the door for you.

-laughs when you get in the car cause your friends are being extra

-he waves at them and tells you all to be safe.

-meets you outside and opens the car door for you again. Will carry you inside the house if you're drunk.

Namjoon:

-Follows you everywhere

-clingy

-you step into your dress and there he is pulling it up for you.

-fixes your hemline. Pulls your dress down or pulls your shirt up to hide some of your cleavage.

-"I'll do it" he says when you grab your shoes

-Rubs your legs while he puts your shoes on

-won't stop touching you.

-Doesn't want you to go but would never tell you that.

-starts kissing your hands

-if your friends aren't already outside when you're dressed, it's a dangerous game

-he sits you on his lap and rubs your arms, your back, or your legs while you wait.

-"where are you guys going again?"

-"what time are you supposed to be home?"

-if you don't say a time he approves of he'll say “No.”

-when you say an acceptable time he smiles and kisses your hand.

-your friends arrive and he's standing up with you.

-stands in the doorway with his arms folded as you walk to the car.

-"hi namjoooon" your friends chorus from the car

-he smirks and waves. He already knows what they're gonna say. He’s gonna wreck you when you get home.

#bts #ambw #bts army #ambw imagines #bts jungkook #btsjin #btsarmy #kimnamjoon #junghoseok #imagine #jhope #kimtaehyung #minyoongi #bts rm #seokjinkim #bwam couple #fluff #bts jimin #parkjimin

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beekindacool · 3 years ago

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seeing their s/o without makeup for the first time

characters: steve rogers, scott lang, peter parker

warning: mentions of insecurity

a/n: some more self-indulgent hcs/imagines 🤷 if you have any requests for other characters, send an ask or comment :) thank you

steve rogers

beforehand, he would probably tell you that you don’t need makeup to be beautiful

but you’d always kinda be like “how would you know that, you’ve never seen my naked face”

and he’d just say that he knows you would be

but he doesn’t push it too much

so when he finally sees you without makeup on, it’s when he spends the night at your house for the first time

AND LET ME ADD THAT STEVE IS NOT TRYING ANYTHING DIRTY WITH YOU

he is a gentleman 🧘

and he just wants to spend more time with you :(

but ur getting ready for bed and u haven’t come out of the bathroom for a few minutes so steve is getting worried

he knocks on the door and he’s like “sweetheart? are u alright in there?”

you open the door and stand there in front of him with a worried look on your face

“i was just a little nervous, i’m sorry”

and he’s all like “nervous about what?”

you go on this tangent about how you were worried about what he was gonna think about you

and how you tried mentally preparing yourself for this moment bcuz it would obviously come eventually but still

and he’d be so kind and understanding about it

hed reassure you so much that he thinks you are gorgeous the way you are

he’d kiss you too

his big hands cupping your cheeks

afterwards he would sketch you in bed next to him

the rest of the night he’s so cheesy too

hes all proud too 😭 hes all like “yeah that’s MY girl”

scott lang

ok so let’s be real

scott has one of the purest hearts ever

and he doesn’t judge anybody or anything for their looks at all 🤷

but he literally loves your makeup and he always tells you that

and cassie does too tbh

like she’s always asking you to do it for her and with scott’s permission you’ll give her makeovers

but despite all that, scott still would like to see you without makeup

cuz honestly when he thinks abt it too much, knowing that youre insecure abt your natural looks hurts him too

like ur already a goddess to him with your makeup

so why wouldn’t you be without it?

anyways

when he sees your bare face for the first time, it’s because you finally give into cassie’s pleas for a spa day with her and her dad

youre all hanging out at scott’s apartment while he’s on house arrest

you brought over face masks, mani and pedi sets, matching robes, THE WHOLE SHA-BANG

so you’re taking your makeup off in the bathroom when scott walks in looking for you

youre turning around after drying your face with a towel and scott’s just standing behind you

amd omg the way his face just changes expressions when his eyes land on your face

he is just

IN AWE

he calls cassie over and he’s babbling on about how pretty you look and cassie is agreeing and tells you that you look like a princess

and for the rest of the week and whenever he sees you without makeup, scott is giggling and acting like a lovesick school-girl for you 😭

peter parker

peter is so sweet to you

he finds it rlly hard to compliment you bcuz he just gets so flustered around you sometimes

he literally finds you perfect

amd he knows that when you let him see you without makeup, you’ll be even more perfect

he’s talked to aunt may and mj about it

like he’s confused why you’re insecure without makeup

and they introduce him to the world of women’s beauty standards

AND HES SO HEARTBROKEN FOR YOU

😭😭😭 he’s like all in shock

but anyways

when he sees you without makeup for the first time , it’s on accident

hes coming through your window in the middle of the night (also for the first time) as spider-man

and you keep turning away from him saying stuff like “peter i can’t rn” “i look shitty”

so he slowly comes up to you and rests his hand on your shoulder and asks you to turn around for him with a little “pretty please” at the end

and you do but ur rlly hesitant at first

so when he stays silent your heart drops and youre ready to say “i told you so”

but he cuts you off when he takes his mask off and kisses you

and he’s whispering all these sweet things to you

”you’re the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen” “i love you so much” “i could stare at you like this everyday”

youre a little taken aback because peter has almost never been like this but you are NOT complaining

the next day he’s gushing about how beautiful you are and how lucky he is to have you to literally anyone he can

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gray-isnt-real · 3 years ago

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A Night Off . . . Pt. 1

🖊 Writing Excerpt Below Art!!🖊⬇️⬇️

“Donita!”

The tan woman jumped at the yell of her name. She’d been much too caught up in her own thoughts. She glanced around the crowd of guests filing into the building. An expensive charity ball was underway. She would’ve been the most glow-rious of them all tonight, in a beautiful bright gown of glowing fireflies. She was so looking forward to outshining everyone around her- literally- and making her grand debut this season in the most fashion forward and quite positive way, making her own contributions to whatever this charity was. She hadn’t even looked into it before accepting the invitation. But of course her glowing gown had been ruined by those stupid little activists that called themselves the Tortuga Crew or whatever. They really needed a better name.

Donita looked around the moving crowd for the source of the voice calling her name...and then she saw them. Zach Varmitech and Gaston Gourmand. So not only was she in a basic sapphire blue satin gown, blending in with the crowd, but she was for damn sure that she’d end up sticking by those two the entire night. There went her plans to socialize. Every time she went to an event with those two fools, she ended up laughing and talking and drinking with them the entire night. No climbing the social ranks, no progress made.

Oh well. She needed some support tonight, she figured as the two men came to her side. It was almost instinct at this point to walk right along side them.

“Isn’t this a nice coincidence?” Donita said with a little smile. “You two didn’t tell me anything about going to a charity ball.”

“Neither did you,” Zach retorted, grinning. “I didn’t know if you were going so I didn’t mention it. Didn’t wanna make you jealous~”

The designer had to laugh. Jealous? Of Zach? Please. “Jealous of what? How many times a week you get your ass kicked?”

“I think we all have an equal score in that department,” Gourmand chimed in. Donita huffed, remembering her earlier defeat.

“Yeah, equal score…” The two men knew what that meant. Donita had her little fashion-forward plans foiled again. The damn woman worked too much, cared too much about her image. They all did, of course, but Donita was a queen when it came to being so self-absorbed that it stressed her the hell out.

“C’mon now, enough of the long face,” the chef huffed, nudging the taller woman as they came to the concrete steps that led to the venue. “Tonight’s our night off. We don’t need’a be worryin’ about those tree-huggers.”

She supposed he was right. Tonight was their night off. No stupid animal lovers getting in their way, no working, no stressing. Have a drink, meet people, donate money to a charity she didn’t even know the details of… She’d have a good time tonight.

“I should’ve thought about that before I put so much effort into my look for tonight,” the designer sighed as they climbed the concrete steps to the building. “I had this whole firefly gown planned, and it was gonna be so pretty-!” She let out a huff as she lifted her dress, careful not to step on the fabric as she went up.

“A glowing dress would be way too flashy for this,” Zach commented, hopping his way up the steps himself. “Too obnoxious. I think you did better going with the blue dress.”

“Gee, thanks…” She couldn’t tell if he was being nice or not, but she supposed she’d take the compliment for whatever it was worth. She didn’t have the energy to care about it; she was satisfied with her last-minute look. The light of the building bled out the doors, and as they made their way in, Donita couldn’t help but be in absolute awe on the interior design. Victorian architecture, crystal chandeliers twinkling above them, portraits and artificial vines and flowers decorating the walls... It was smart, knowing they’d never have to attend to the fake plants that filled empty spaces. The floors were spotless, the golden lights shone bright above them, soft music played in the background, humans and humanoid monsters alike chattered and laughed and grouped together. She didn’t know what she expected the place to look like, but whatever expectations she’d had were blown out of the water. This place was beautiful.

“...I might have underdressed for this though,” Zach realized aloud. After all, he was wearing his usual turtleneck and skinny jeans with a stupid red bow tie.

“You think?” Donita retorted with a laugh.

#r-u-having-fun-yet #juniper’s siren au #siren kratts au #wild kratts au #wild kratts #digital art #zach varmitech #donita donata #gaston gourmand #wild kratts fanfic #short fanfic

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donutloverxo · 4 years ago

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How big do you think Steve is....? 👀☕

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I've got like a lot of feelings and thots about this but I'll just summarize them with this... smut, Steve has bde and a big🍆🍆, cumplay, this is like really filthy.

"Yes... um, Captain," Stacey bit her lip, she couldn't help herself. She knew she shouldn't be checking out her friends man but she was sure you'd forgive her. This was Captain freaking America. It would be an injustice to not appreciate his beauty. "What brings you to our little corner today?"

"Um... I'm here to see L/N," blushing a deep shade of pink and rubbing the back of his neck. The bouquet of lillies in his hand, and one of chocolates in another only making him stand out more so.

Stacy chuckled at his misery. "You call her by her last name? Hm... I actually think she'd like it better if it was the other way around."

Steve quirked a brow because he didn't understand what she meant by that. Smiling when he saw you return to your seat. "What're you doing here?" with a sweet smile on your face. Leaning up on your tippy toes to give him a small peck on his lips. "It's a nice surprise."

"Just wanted to give you these," he said as he handed the flowers and the chocolates over to you, "And to ask you to maybe have dinner at my place tonight?"

You giggled as you opened the lid of the box, mouth watering at the variety of sweets to select from, "Stevie, we're in a relationship now. You don't have to ask me out every single time." As you plopped a mint one in your mouth.

"It still feels nice to," He said before kissing you goodbye to return to his floor.

You offered some of your chocolates to Stacey, who seemed to be giving you the side eye for some reason.

"Is it true?" She asked.

"Is what true?"

"Does he have a fifteen inch long cock?"

Which made you choke on the coconut that was in your third chocolate. "What the hell?!"

"You gotta tell me. I promise I'll cover any of your shifts for you while you go on getaways with him to like Europe or something. I'll do your boring paper work. Alright, I understand you wanna keep his privacy," she nodded, bringing her hands together, "Just say when," She said as her palms started drifting apart.

"Stop that!" you swatted at her palms. "I don't know how big he is. We're taking it slow." You huffed. Going slow was his idea. He was old school in that way. You had no idea how you had resisted from climbing him like a tree for so many months.

"Listen, girl, it's just that he has major BDE. When he gives those speeches, and those clips of him fighting bad guys, you just know he has a big dick."

You did believe he had big dick energy as well. At a low moment you told him your supervisor was being an ass to you, even calling you a slut once for dating Captain America. You didn't want to burden him with your problems, which seemed to insignificant in front of his, and you didn't want him to do anything brash.

The very next day he paid your boss a visit. He didn't flaunt the fact that he was Captain America or a very powerful man. He didn't need to. He naturally had a very commanding presence. He just gave a long lecture to your boss on how to respect women, after which they never bothered you again.

You'd never admit this to Steve but you literally wanted to jump his bones them. He looked so fucking hot defending your honor like that. He was your knight in shining armor and you'd let him to anything to you.

Not to mention, you could see the outline of his probably long and thick dick in his jogging pants. That one unfortunate morning you agreed to go running with him. The only good thing that came out of it was that you got to oggle his ass and his dick.

You could feel his hands squeezing your breasts over your dress, you broke the kiss to take a look at him. Glassy eyes and cheeks flushed red, his chest heaving because you took his breath away.

"I wanna go all the way, Stevie." You demanded. "I've waited long enough for you."

"You know I could never say no to you, doll. I promise I'll make it worth your while."

Which he most definitely did. He must've spent like an hour between your legs, using his mouth and his fingers, worshipping evey inch of your body. You felt him rutting against the mattress but chose not to say anything.

"Wait, stop..." you pushed his head away, your pussy too sensitive after the third orgasm to be touch again as he pouted up at you. You sat up on your butt, "I wanna suck your cock," you said, making grabby hands for it.

"Um... you sure, doll? You don't have to," he was too shy to be naked in front of you. He still had his pants and underwear on. You were going to insist that he take it all off but you could barely handle a shirtless Steve, a completely naked one would probably turn your brain to mush.

"Yes I want it! Do you not want me?" your voice quivering just a little. You knew he wanted you, of course he did. But why can't he be vulnerable with you like you are with him?

"No no," he cupped your face, kissing your forehead, "Of course I want you. I want you more than anything else in the world. It's just that... I'm big. Before the serum it was pretty average and now... women get surprised a little."

"How big?" you sniffled.

"I guess you'll see," he said, pulling his briefs and his pants down at the same time.

You let out a loud gasp when you saw it. A literal monster cock. "Oh my god...." you breathed out, "I don't think that's gonna fit in me, Stevie.."

It was the biggest you've ever seen. Pink, long and thick, you could even make out a few veins on it, standing tall and proud against his hard abs, some blonde hair at the base of it. Pearly pre ejaculate oozing out of him, which made you salivate.

"Don't you worry your pretty little head about that, angel," he stroked your hair, "That's for me to figure out. You just have to sit there and make good on your promise. Now come on, open up," he tapped his tip on your lips and you opened as wide as you could.

He wasn't even halfway in when he hit the back of your throat, making you gag around him. He softly fucked into your mouth, which some sucking and help from you. Holding onto your head lovingly as he spoke about how good you made him feel.

"You gonna swallow it for me?" he asked, to which you eagerly nodded.

'I wouldn't let a drop escape.' You wanted to say but it came out all jumbled since your mouth was stuffed full.

Finally you felt ropes of his spend hit the back of your throat. You were naive to think you'd swallow it all. You could barely get half of it no matter how hard you tried, most of it spilled out of your mouth and onto your chest.

He finally pulled out, looking at his girl so proudly, so eager to please him.

"I'm sorry," you said, as you tried to gather as much of his cummies off your body as you could. It tasted salty, the aftertaste being just a little bit sweet. You wondered if that was because of the serum too. "I promise I'll get it all next time. I'll be more prepared."

"'is not your fault, doll. There's... a lot of it."

"I like that though," you whined up at him as you licked your fingers, "I like it. It means you love me so much you made like tons of goodies for me."

He chuckled at that, pecking your lips, "I do love you a lot."

He made you lie back to make sure you were comfortable, wrapping your legs around his hips, "You tell me if it hurts okay, baby?" he asked to which you gave him a meek nod.

Bracing yourself for the pain. Despite how wet and ready and relaxed you were, it still hurt initially. But you asked him to keep going because you wanted to make him feel good and take all of him.

After a few moments you asked him to move.

"Your dick is so beautiful, Stevie." You beamed up at him.

"Not as beautiful as you, doll." He groaned as he pulled his hips back before rutting back into you.

"Nooo," you whined. This man needed to learn how to take a compliment! "No, your dick is so pretty. It's yours, and I'm in love with it."

"I'll promise you one thing, honey. You'll be the only one who gets to see it again from now on. It's for your eyes only now."

"Forever?" you pouted.

"Yes, forever."

You looked down at where both your sexes were joined together, "Looks like we'll be seeing a lot of each other from now on, Captain," you said as you clenched around him, making him bite the crook of your neck.

"Did you just give my dick a petname?"

"Yes, do you like it?" you asked, hopefully.

Steve would rather have you call him Captain. But you seemed so excited, "Yes, of course. You can call it whatever you like, baby."

He was trying to pull out of you to come, of course you wouldn't have that so you pulled him closer to you by wrapping your legs around him.

"I'm good..." you rasped, "got an implant and everything." Which would protect you from having any super soldier babies. "Please come in me."

"How can I say no that," his thrusts became a little more rushed and erratic. You could feel his warm cum fill you up and then ooze out of you as he pulled out.

He tched as he looked at your swollen pussy, "That won't do..." he said as he tried to push his cum inside of you but it was too much for your small cute pussy.

"I've got plugs at my home we can use to keep it in..." you moaned, extra sensitive to his touch then. "Can I have some more of it, please?"

You asked as he scoped your combined juices up with his fingers before feeding it to you.

"Just for now, doll. Next time we'll try that plug idea of yours," he said as he made sure you thoroughly sucked his fingers clean.

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thesevro · 4 years ago

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be the boss / toji f.

𝖙𝖔𝖏𝖎 𝖋𝖚𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖔 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖒𝖚𝖙

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 2.1K words

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: who you gonna call when you be feeling horny? TOJI FUSHIGURO!

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: calling toji daddy, phone sex, face-fucking

TOJI STARES AT his phone screen with a laughing gleam in his eyes.

"You know exactly what you're doing, don't you?" he breathes out as you angle your phone to give him a better view of the special, personal show.

"If it can get you over here," you murmur, "Then I'll just keep doing it."

Your hand plays at the gleaming hem of red silk that hugs your figure. It's loose around your legs. The darkness of your room leaves much to Toji's... wild imagination. His eyes stray from the hand that slides between your open legs to focus on your face. He grunts as your brows furrow and your mouth falls open in a soft moan.

"You thinking of my hand between your thighs?" He chuckles, in a slight daze as you whine, pulling the edge of your dress up further to finger your own pussy. "Thinking of my fingers in your cunt, baby?"

You sigh, parting your legs wider to bare yourself to the camera. Toji aches in his pants as you pull your panties to the side to put your wet slit on display.

Caught in four fucking k.

He giddily takes a screen-shot of your fingers inside your hole. His hand slips beneath his pants to palm himself from his boxers. Horny has never felt this hot. And he's never been this hard.

On your back, you look like a fallen angel. Like Lucifer's bad, naughty sister. The phone seems to sit right between your feet, giving him a good view of the wet, swollen folds of pussy. But the room you touch yourself in is dark, and he can just barely see the way your hole convulses around your fingers.

Your back arches from the mattress you lie on as your fingers find your clit. Toji tenses, breathing labored, hunched over his phone with the screen only inches from his face. You have him mesmerized. He swallows. Imagines your cum sliding down his throat.

When you stammer his name, crying softly in pleasure as you near your high, Toji grins with jaded confidence. He can see you losing your mind to pleasure. To need. To the thought of his fingers inside you, and not yours.

"You gonna cum like that? Just thinking of my cock in your pretty little cunny? Dirty slut. Even the thought of it makes you feel so good, yeah?"

You gasp out a yes, yes daddy, panting in the empty room. He sees your shoulders tense, your head fall back further into the pillow, and decides to be a little evil. A little bit of a devil.

Because why should he let you enjoy that beautiful body of yours on your own?

"Don't cum." You don't seem to hear him. His tone lowers to a rough, commanding growl. "Don't fucking cum, (Y/N)."

You immediately slip your fingers out of your hole. You gaze down at your phone with blown pupils and a red face.

"What's wrong?" you ask in a shaky voice. "Did I do something wrong, daddy?"

Ah, you know him too well. That thing you call him... always makes him think of fucking you 'till you scream words dirty as sin.

"Wait for me. If you cum before I get there, you won't get daddy's cock." He blinks at you with the eyes of a watchful predator. Fuck, is he ready to fuck you up. "You know that I'll know if you do, don't you baby?"

"Yes daddy. B-but please, please hurry." You swipe at your slit again. He huffs, swinging a thick coat over his shoulder on his way to the door, still on the phone with you. "I want daddy to taste this."

He takes off at a brisk walk. He ends the call now, whispers that you be a good girl and wait for your daddy. He knows that you will be. He knows that it was pointless telling you, if not completely inimical, because if anything he'd only made your pussy ache more.

He knocks at your door. Chuckles to himself for a second. He's never knocked on anyone's door before. He supposes something about you has changed him. With a pussy as good as yours he guesses such changes were inevitable.

You swing the door open, hair a pretty mess, bust nearly bursting from your dress. It's a tight one on you. He shares one look with you, then gets straight to giving his good girl her reward. Desperation comes over your features. From that he knows you had obeyed him.

"Were you good for daddy?" he asks, cupping your cheek with atypical fondness as he pushes you through the door.

"Yes daddy," you answer. "I was a good girl for you."

The only affirmation he offers you is a pleased hum he lets vibrate against your mouth as he slams the door shut and shoves you up against the wall. You moan into his lips. Wrap your legs around his thick waist. He can taste your sweet lipstick.

"What do you want me to reward you with, baby?" he questions, tonguing the shell of your ear and purpling your neck with bruises for love bites. "Want me to make you cum three times? Seven? I can make it good for you."

"Anything. Anything from you daddy."

In spite of the chuffed delight he feels at your easy subservience, he really wants to make this good for you.

"You have to let daddy know what his good girl wants," he says. "Come on, tell me."

Toji pulls back to smirk down at you. You seem dazed and far out of your head. If he can fuck you up like this, he wonders how many times you've done him over with your own coquettish teases. Though he doubts he's ever shown it the way you do.

"I want to suck on daddy's cock," you tell him.

Of course you do. You have always sought his satisfaction instead of your own.

He can't say no to you this time.

You throw your gaze to the couch. It's such a filthy look Toji wonders how you can focus on a literal couch with that much indecency.

Toji slides his tongue against yours as he maneuvers you and him to the couch. His cock twitches in his pants. Anticipation boiling at an all-time high at the decadent sucking you'll give him.

Yeah. A lot of the time your mouth around his cock is all he can think of.

You press one kiss to the scar on his mouth. It's tender and sweet and everything he's ever closed himself off to. But you open him up like ripe fruit.

His coat hangs on the stand by the door. His focus diverts to the shadow of it for a second, body and mind calm. Red and white taillights brighten the glass of your door and window. A pacific serenity settles over him. Being here with you—even as you're about to deep-throat his cock in the skilled way you do with that pretty mouth of yours—lets him feel a very tiny degree of domesticity. A very tiny degree of peace.

Does he like it? Well.

"Daddy's got such a pretty girl," he compliments, sliding his thumb across your lips as you tie your hair up behind your head. "Let me do that for you."

You pull back from him in surprise. The offer is so abnormal and unexpected your instincts bring you away from him.

"What," he deadpans.

"Do you—do you even know how to—?"

"Who do you think has been keeping your hair up every time you do this?"

"Oh." A smile graces your mouth. Toji glares down at you but you only lighten up with bubbly laughter. "Sorry. Sorry, daddy. Here you go."

You hand him the hair tie. He puts your hair up with diligence, turning his nose up smugly as you touch the perfectly messy bun at the back of your head, nodding in approval.

"Daddy did a surprisingly good job," you tease.

"Keep talking like that and I'll have to shut you up with my cock, sweetheart."

"Mhm. Now let me do that myself."

It takes only seconds for you to undo his belt and unzip his fly. His breathing gets all worked up again. You blink up at him with doe-eyed innocence as you rub your face into his cock, indulging in the warmth of his length. Cheek receiving each throb of his dick.

"Something wrong, daddy?"

"Hurry. Up."

Uh oh. A little misstep on your part. Too much teasing.

You tilt your head, eyes still on him as you swallow his cock up. Your hands wrap around the fat length. You have to balance yourself on his thigh as the head of his cock taps the back of your throat. You swallow around your gag reflex. Toji breathes in sharply. Grasps your hair in a hand and patiently waits for you to finish taking him in. It is... very unlike him.

He's acting nicer than usual.

The muscles in your throat contract. Convulse. It's always been hard to suck this man's cock. It's bigger than your monthly salary.

You choke as his dick twitches in your mouth, eyes squeezing shut at the sheer girth and length of it. You struggle to breathe in through your nose. Toji notices.

"Want me to do the work for you, sweetheart?"

His question comes out as a heavy grunt as you hollow your cheeks and wrap your mouth around him tighter. You open your closed eyes, tempted to let him have his way with you.

The air pops with the sound of you pulling off his cock. You swallow through the ache in your throat and cheeks. Only three minutes in and your mouth is already exhausted.

"Fuck my face, daddy."

Toji stands and hastily adjusts your position so that your head rests against the couch. You relax your jaw and hold your smiling mouth open for him. He grips the bottom of your chin with his fingers and palm and gently taps your mouth with his cock. You widen your mouth.

The shirt wrapped around his musculature strains as he slides his cock into your mouth. His chest heaves, brows curling together as he watches himself fuck your face.

"Yeah, good girl," he praises in a hungry voice. He fucks his cock into your mouth slowly, keen to feel every struggling gasp and gurgled swallow of your mouth. He wants to cum in your mouth then slip the white mess off your tongue to paint your face filthy with it.

Soon his thrusts go wild. He grips the back of your head with both hands, tugging at your hair with his fingers and holding your head the way he holds your ass in doggy-style.

Toji smirks through his sex-drunk haze as your eyes roll to the back of your head. Drool spills from the side of your mouth. He can't wait to see his cum mix with it. Toji angles his body so that he can hump your mouth harder. So that he doesn't fall over when you suddenly reach upward to finger his balls with skill.

"Gonna take my cum? Does my good girl wanna take it?"

You lean upward to tilt your head back, loosening your throat further so that his cock goes nearly all the way down. He moans quietly. Throws his head back as you grab the backs of his thighs and part of his ass to push his cock in deeper. Your nose brushes the hair on his pelvis, lips almost kissing the same sprouts of hair. You're taking him in so far he can't help but groan and rut into your throat with hotter fervor.

You gulp through a clogged throat as he plugs your mouth up and full of cum. Toji's own mouth falls open and he breathes out hard from around a moan as he cums. You watch as he does. He gets so vulnerable when he releases. His face contorts and he hunches over to get his dick far down your throat. You wonder if there'll be any left on your tongue. You don't want to disappoint your daddy by having no proof to show.

His cock slips out of your mouth with a delicious slide. You suck your cheeks in as he does, lips savoring the sensation of the head of his dick catching at your mouth.

"Daddy knows his girl swallowed it all up," he says, holding your cheek in one hand. "So let him give her another reward for being so good."

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END NOTE: Please do not take lewd photos of your partner without their consent. Such an act shows how little respect you have for their body and their wishes. Please ask for clear consent from them before taking such photos.

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golden-barnes · 4 years ago

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Plum tarts and red carnations

Pairing: Florist! Bucky Barnes x F! Reader

Summary: Bucky is enamored with one of the employees of the bakery in front of his store.

Category: Fluff

Warning:s some self-doubting thoughts and cursing .

Word count: 2.5k

Author’s note: I have been thinking about this since that one anon and thank you @buckycuddlebuddy because you helped to inspire me further with this. Also think of Bucky as Beefy because I'm a softy for a gentle giant. Comment and reblog pls and thank you!

“Damn Jerry. You’ve been growing nicely. A little bit more, and you will be ready to find a new home, bud.” Bucky whispered to the little sprout he was watering. Bucky loved his morning routine.

Before opening up his shop, he would check on his nursery. Water the plants in his greenhouse, checking them to see how they have grown. He liked talking to them; they never judged him or ignored him. He even named them. Sam would help, too, though he treated it more as a joke.

After checking on the nursery, he would focus on making bouquets and arrangements for the store. Nobody knew he was the one who made those beautiful arrangements, and he liked it.

It was like therapy for him. Matching the flowers and creating bouquets with meaning was a talent Bucky didn’t know he had. By this point, the shop was opened and ready for business.

While preparing a rose bouquet, he saw a woman in an apron running out of the new coffee shop from the table next to the cash register. Oh shit, she’s pretty. He thought. He kept staring at her and forgot the fresh roses next to him, grabbed one carelessly.

“Fuck.” He accidentally pricked his finger with a thorn. He applied pressure to his wounded finger.

“Oh, are you okay, sir?” The pretty woman from the bakery asked. Bucky didn’t notice her entering the shop, and now she was here. Looking disheveled but incredibly beautiful.

“Yeah, happens all the time. What can I help you with?” He said, trying to sound as composed as possible. He could hear Sam’s voice in his head. “Play it cool, Buck.”The woman let out a sigh.

“I’m co-owner of the coffee shop, and it’s our opening day. I was encharged of the decorations, and I ordered some flowers from this other place, but when they got here, they were horrible. Like really bad. And oh god, I’m rambling, but I need a brand new arrangement.” She said all in one breath. Bucky had to fight a smile from appearing. Adorable.

“It’s okay. What colors did you want?” Bucky asked. The woman smiled at him.

“We wanted white and purples. Something simple. But honestly, I know nothing of flowers. I don’t understand why Wanda put me up with this? Now we are late, and I still have to finish decorating the cupcakes.” She explained while Bucky started to search for the flowers in his shop.

“Lilacs, with white peonies and lavender roses, would make a nice bouquet. How does that sound?” Bucky showed her the flowers he was referring to. The woman gasped.

“Oh, they are so pretty! You, sir, are a genius.” She gushed, still looking at the flowers. Bucky felt his cheeks getting red from receiving praise.

“I can bring it to you,” Buckywhispered, afraid that she might not like that idea. “You know, because you still have some stuff to finish, so you can do it, and I’ll bring it to you in less than 10 minutes.” She looked at him and went to hug him. Bucky tensed, not expecting the hug, but soon relaxed.

“You are literally my hero. Just ask for Y/N,” She said, walking towards the exit. “Wait, what’s your name?” She added, opening the door to leave.

“Bucky.” Y/N smiled at him. “See you later, Bucky.”

Bucky has never worked on an arrangement as hard as this one. He was already meticulous, but he really wanted to impress Y/N. Can you blame him? The pretty girl needed his help, and he wanted her to be happy. He even added some baby’s breath and this new white ribbon that had come in for weddings. He was very proud of it but also very nervous.

With a deep breath, Bucky entered the coffee shop. A brunette was at the door, cleaning the tables.

“Sorry, Sir. We are still aren’t open.” She said. Bucky gulped.

“Uhm. I’m looking for Y/N.” He told her; she looked at the flowers in his hands and understood. She yelled for Y/N, who came out of the kitchen with icing on her check, giving him the brightest smile.

“Hey, Bucky! That’s beautiful! How did you make such a pretty arrangement in less than 20 minutes?” She grabbed the vase out of his hands and set it on the counter. Bucky blushed and scratched his neck, shying away.

“It’s nothing.. I’m just happy you liked it.”

“How much do I owe you?” She asked. Bucky put his hands up.

“Oh, it’s on the house. Don’t worry. Call it a welcome gift.” He explained; Y/N jumped and gave him another hug. This time Bucky wrapped his arms around her.

“You are the nicest person on this fucking planet. I have to make it up to you. What’s your favorite fruit?” She pulled away from him and looked at Bucky in the eye. Bucky felt his breath hitch, and his palms get sweaty.

“I-I like plums.” He stuttered. She gave him a big smile and handed him a cookie.

“Hmm, I can make something with that.” She winked at him.

“I still haven’t named you, but honestly, I don’t know. You look like a Janelle, but also, I feel like that doesn’t fit.” Bucky said to the new cactus that arrived yesterday, in the afternoon.

“I think she looks like a Lucille.” Bucky turned around and saw Y/N with a box in hand.

“Oh, hi.” He felt embarrassed. She had heard him talk to his plants. Not even Steve had seen that. It was his private thing.

“She’s cute. What type of cactus is it?” She looked at it, not looking weirded out or anything.

“It’s called a Bishop’s cap. They grow to be very pretty and sprout a yellow flower. Not very popular in the shop, but there’s this new cactus crazy going on, and I thought to stock up.” Bucky explained, putting the cactus down next to the others.

“Do you name all your plants?” Bucky gulped and turned around to face her.

“Yeah, and talk to them too.” Bucky fought the urge to punch himself. Why would he say that? Fuck, now she is gonna think he is a fucking weirdo.

Much to his surprise, she smiled at him. She suddenly remembered the box she brought and opened it.

“For saving me yesterday, I made you a plum tart.” She opened it and pulled out the tart. Bucky felt his heart beating faster, and his hands get clammy.

“You didn’t have to.” “Ah! I beg to differ. Everyone that walked into our shop loved the flowers. They were really something. Like I couldn’t stop looking at them. So I had to show you my gratitude the only way I know how. With treats.”

“I couldn’t possibly eat that all alone. Want to share?” Bucky asked, giving her puppy eyes so she wouldn’t say no.

“You drive a hard bargain, Bucky. Has anyone ever told you can get away with murder with those eyes?” Y/N joked.

“I think my grandma’ probably said it. I have some silverware in the shop’s kitchen. When you have to be at your shop?” Bucky said, signaling her to follow him.

“I’m on break—perks of being the boss.” She explained while Bucky grabbed a few paper plates, forks, and a knife. She grabbed the knife and cut a big piece, and gave it to Bucky. Then she cut a piece for herself.

Bucky took a bite and accidentally let out a moan.

“I take it; you like it.” She winked at Bucky. He diverted his gaze from her. Why the fuck did I do that? Bucky screamed internally.

“It’s delicious. I can see why your shop has been packed since yesterday. Reminds me of my ma’s.” Bucky admitted.

“I’m glad, but I can’t take all the credit. You should see the coffee mixes Wanda came up with. They are the real star.” Bucky smiled at her. Nice and pretty… She let out a cough.

“How did you get really good with plants? Like sorry for the personal question, but you have a talent.” She inquired.

“Well, uhm. After getting discharged, my friend Sam suggested that I take classes to handle stress and PTSD. One of the classes was gardening, and I just found it so calming. So I started taking more courses and learning ‘till I decided to start my own business. I don’t think I could ever work anywhere else.” Bucky noticed her staring at him. “What?” He said, smiling awkwardly at her.

“Nothing. Just thinking about how you are the nicest man I’ve ever meet.” She said nonchalantly. Bucky chuckled.

“It’s nothing major. I just found my calling.” Bucky stated.

“I feel the same. I baked a lot in college, and then suddenly I was like fuck, this is what I want to do for the rest of my life.” She recalled. Her eyes glowed under the light of the kitchen.

“I felt the same way when I started this shop.” Bucky admitted, she bit back a smile.

“By the way, I like the name—Howling’s flowers. Oh, and how pretty this store is, it looks like I walked in a magical forest.” She complimented.

“I- thanks. I named my store after my squad and the decor well; that’s kind of an embarrassing story.” Bucky chuckled nervously. She rolled her eyes.

“Oh, please. I own a coffee shop named Magic café, and all of our items are named after magical things. I am the last person to judge.” Bucky bit his lip nervously while listening to her.

“I based it on The Hobbit. It was my favorite book when I was younger, and I just couldn’t imagine decoring this store anyway else.” Y/N looked at him with an open mouth.

“Okay, are you government android? Because you are friendly, great with plants and well-read. You are too good to be true.” She laughed. Bucky needs to find a way to blush less in her presence because this is like the fourth or fifth time it has happened.

They finished eating their pieces of tart and talking for a while. Y/N decided to go back to the shop, not realizing how much time she spent there. Before leaving, Bucky gave her some more lavender roses.

“Oh, Bucky, you don’t have to.” She protested.

“It’s just to add to the arrangement. I feel like it was missing a few more roses. You’ll be doing me a favor.” He assured. She grabbed the flowers and smelt them before smiling and giving him a small thanks.

Little did she know that lavender Roses mean love at first sight.

They played that little game for weeks, almost 2 months. Y/N would take her lunch break at Bucky’s shop. Feed him some food and pastries that she was experimenting with, and he would give her flowers.

“To put on the counter. Your store deserves fresh flowers every day.” Bucky claimed. But in actuality, all the flowers meant something. The white camellias? He was telling her that he admired her. The amaryllis? That he found you beautiful. The white and purple stocks? A silent plea for bonds of affection from your part. But he couldn’t bring himself to say these things out loud.

Speaking to Y/N in flowers was much easier. Maybe because she didn’t know and couldn’t reject him.

“Bucky, you gotta tell her, man.” Steve would try to reason with him. “She likes you; you like her. Just tell her that you like her or ask her out on a date.”

“You don’t get it, Steve.” Bucky would argue, which led to an entire discussion on how Bucky is being a coward that ended with him telling Steve and Sam to fuck off.

But they were right; it was simple. She has been an absolute doll with him. She doesn’t mind hearing his rants about the new book he read and helped him water his plants. She even bought waterproof labels to put their names on their planters. She even asked (more like demanded) Bucky to send her the pictures of every bouquet and arrangement he made. She loved seen his creations.

And he loved being her test subject. She would bring him new pastries to try. He was her official taste tester. Anything new in the store, Bucky had already tried it in every one of its variations. Y/N would speak to him of all of her special interests and all of her new hobbies. He had even met all her friends, and they loved him.

So why was this so difficult? Bucky groaned while arranging the flowers at the front of the shop.

“What’s got you all groaning and gloomy, Bucky-bear?” Y/N asked him. She looked radiant in her work clothes. Ugh, Bucky had it bad.

“Nothing, j-just thinking.” He nervously replied.

“Don’t overthink. You might over-heat your brain, bubs.” She joked, entering Bucky’s shop. And like the hopeless romantic he is, he followed.

“Soooooooo I have been trying out this new pasta recipe, and you are the only one I trust to give me the truth.” She said, opening the Tupperware she brought. Bucky’s heart fluttered at her words. He felt light-headed; maybe that’s why he couldn’t stop himself from opening his mouth.

“I like you.” He blurted out. He slapped his hand over his mouth. Y/N turned to him, widen eyes, and mouth gaped.

“Bucky, do you mean that? Because if you are playing with me, I will fight you with this.” She warned Bucky, threatening with a spoon.

“I like you a lot. Actually love you. I- that’s what those flowers meant.” Bucky explained. Y/N put down the spoon.

“What flowers?” She asked, in the softest tone he has ever heard her speak in. Bucky turned his gaze to the floor, embarrassed that this was his confession.

“All of them. They all meant love in one form or the other.” He admitted. Y/N stood in front of him and put her hand on his cheek. He felt his heart do backflips.

“What flower means I’m in love with you, Bucky?” She asked, caressing his cheek.

“Maybe red carnations.” He joked, leaning into her touch.

“I’ll ask this handsome florist with a heart of gold to make me a bouquet to give you.” Bucky chuckled while she let out a little giggle.

“I would love a bouquet, but I would much rather have a plum tart from the sexy baker on the store out front.” Y/N hummed.

“I think I can make that happen.” She said, pulling him closer. “Can I kiss you, Bucky?” She asked; Bucky could only nod.

She grabbed his face and pressed her lips against his. Bucky wrapped his arms around her, pulling her even closer, molding her body against him. Their lips gliding over each other smoothly, as if they were made for each other.

They pulled away to take a breath, and they both had the same dopey smile. Tarts and carnations. Who knew they mixed so well?

#bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you

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Yandere! Hawks (Keigo Takami) - Scratches and Bruises

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Alright I’ll do it...I’LL WRITE HAWKS SMUT....but I won’t like it.

Okay people so This is gonna have talks of death, abuse, yandere shit.

Leggo!

...

“What’s a pretty girl like you do sad for?”

You looked up from your phone to find a man practically leaning over the restaurant table. You could smell the alcohol from miles away and the way he was moving wasn’t helping his case either. You were instantly put off by him. Correction: You were disgusted by him.

“What’s a ugly man like you so bold for?” you smiled sweetly as the venom dripped off your words. “I’m really not interested.” you looked back down at your phone. You were just about to get a new high score on your favorite phone game and this asshole was ruining your chances. Your character almost died twice since he began bothering you. It was really starting to get on your nerves. If you didn’t unlock that new skin, you might kill someone.

“Oh come on.” he slurred. “Can a guy just compliment such a pretty lady?”

“Not when he looks like fucking Voldemort.” you replied just as quickly as he ended his sentence. “You’re kind of bothering me right now.” you pressed pause on your game and looked up again. “I’ll ask again. What do you want, seriously?”

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a guy at one of the booths, staring over at you. It didn’t feel creepy, but it was enough to capture your attention.

“I wanted to-”

“What do you want?” you cut him off again. “We’re wasting time here.” you threw your phone on the table. “Save me the headache and save your ego...” you crossed your arms. you faked a smile. “Goodbye.”

“You bit-”

“Is there a problem?”

A new person walked up to you two. The same guy who you had noticed before stopped in front of your table. He had sandy brown hair, and very sharp looking eyes. You swore you’ve seen him somewhere. You weren’t too sure.

“Nothing buddy, just about to show this bitch who she’s talking to-”

You crossed your arms and shifted around in your seat. “I mean I don’t need to be shown anything.” you shrugged.

“Oh are you?” he laughed. “Well I hate to break it to you but I’ll have to intervene” the stranger laughed out loud.

“What do you mean-”

The drunk was instantly floored as this stranger grabbed his by the neck and slammed his face against the table not even an inch away from your phone. The drunk landed on the floor with a thud, moaning in pain. You weren’t even sure if he was registering the pain he was in or the fact that he had gotten his ass handed to him in the first place. All that you knew was that he was being peeled off the floor and escorted (more like thrown out.).

“You’re welcome, lady.” the guy didn’t take another look at you before be took a step forward.

“I didn’t need your help.” you snatched your phone off the desk. “I can take care of myself.” you rolled your eyes. “And I wasn’t gonna thank you, either.” you stood up. “I’m definitely not going to now.”

The man slowly turned around, revealing his face clearly. “Oh really?”

He was attractive, no doubt about it. His tight black muscle tee with baggy jeans and boots...damn he was a looker. Yet you weren’t like most MC’s...it would take a bit more than that for him to have any impact on you.

“Really.” you repeated. You put a hand on your hip. “Now if you’ll excuse me...I’m off to find another table to sit at.”

The man who ‘saved’ you didn’t take his eyes off you all night. Even when your friends came and joined you.

“Hey Y/N, is that Keigo Takami looking at you?”

“I think it is!” another friend piped.

“Who?” you stared at her as you lowered your drink. “Who is Keigo Takami?”

“Y’know...Hawks.” she whispered. “I heard they call him that when he served time...”

“He’s a literally crazy person. He’s an absolute menace! He’s a former hero...”

“Can imagine why...he beat the shit out of this guy who tried to hit on me.”

“Him?! I haven’t heard of him ever doing that for anyone before.” your other friend widened her eyes. “Y/N, I’ve heard of his past relationships...they didn’t end well. They all ended up missing...or in therapy.”

“I can take care of myself.” you shrugged. “I’m sure whatever Hawks has for me, I can take.”

“Don’t say that so freely, Girl. I heard he has a lot of screws loose.” your friend put a hand on your shoulder. “Like a lot.”

“Well whatever Mr. Man has in store for me, I’ll be prepared. It can’t be that bad, right?” your confidence dispersed a little bit. You looked behind you back at Keigo who had been cracking open a can of beer. He looked a little to interested in his own world to see you staring.

“Y/N...Y/N!” your friend snapped her fingers in your face. “You okay?”

“Y-yeah!” You focused back on your friends, feeling your emotions sort of switch.

From the corner of the room, Keigo’s eyes followed you. He took his bottom lip between his teeth as he studied you. Never in his life had he ever seen a girl like you before. He had never been so...fascinated either. Something inside him snapped, he had to get to know you.

He had to.

...

“Is there a reason you’re following me?”

On a trip to the supermarket, you couldn’t help but voice your opinions. Keigo was hiding in behind a display of cans whilst you stared at the cheese. Hmmm Cheddar or American? Maybe Havarti! Hmm Pepperjack? Why were there too many types of cheeses?! Too many options!

“You have a very keen eye.” he revealed himself. “I like that.” he began walking along side down down the aisle. “Try this one, it’s the best on burgers.” he grabbed a package of Pepperjack cheese and tossed it in the cart.

“I’m just very aware.” you replied boredly. “It comes with the territory.” you opted to ignore him trying to shop for you.

“Of being a hero?”

His words made you freeze. You hadn’t been a hero in years, let along thought about it. It had been so long...

“I hung up my cape years ago.” you rebutted. Your tried to keep your voice steady, but he could tell his words affected you. It made you wonder how he even knew that.

“I can say the same.” he winked. “Only I traded the cape for...other things.”

“I can tell...Hawks.” you grumbled in reply. “That’s what they used to call you right?”

Keigo knew you were challenging him. Part of him was angry, others not so much. He was interested to say the least. No one dared call him that anymore. Hell, no one lived long enough to even finish such a sentence. What made you so different? You had guts...he liked that.

“Yeah...that part of my life is over now.” he began following you down the aisle. “What about you? Why’d you give up hero work?”

“That’s not something I want to discuss with a stranger in the middle of the store.”

“I get it...how’s 7:00 sound?”

“Pardon me?” You and your cart skid to a stop. “What did you just say to me?”

“I’ll meet you at the bar we met around 7! Don’t be late, and tell the bartender Takami Keigo is gonna be waitin’ for ya.” he winked. “Don’t leave me waiting princess...”

“I don’t even know you!” you were taken aback. “You don’t even know my name...”

Keigo’s face twisted into a smirk. He took a step towards you. You flattened yourself against the aisle wall as he trapped you against the cereal. “So tell me...What’s your name?”

“Huh?!”

“For a hero...you’re pretty dense.” he chuckled, nearing his face closer. “I asked your name, Hun.” he winked. “Won’t you tell me?”

“Y/N.” you replied breathlessly. “My name is Y/N.” Why did you tell him that, you had no clue. Idiot!

“Okay then Y/N.” he neared his face towards yours. “7:00 tonight...okay?”

“Uh huh.” you nodded.

“Wonderful, I’ll see you tonight, princess.”

...

You sat at the bar stool, spinning around lazily. You called all of your friends, your parents, hell even your grandparents. You didn’t tell them the details, but you told them if you didn’t message them back by 9:00 AM the next morning, call you just in case.

“What can I get you?” the barkeep walked up, wearing a kind smile on his face. You suddenly remembered that Keigo had told you, and you didn’t trust it one bit. “Can I get a water please?”

“Coming right up, young lady.” the older man kindly looked at you. “Anything for the former Number 1 hero!”

You giggled bashfully. “Please, that was years ago.” you shook your head. “I appreciate it though.” you smiled. Hero work, the bane of your existence. Your past buddies and partners had all begged you not to leave, but with the amount of scars and suffering you endured, you had no choice.

You wouldn’t put yourself through that again, not for anyone.

“Here you are miss.” the glass was set in front of you.

“Thanks.” you put your hand over the top of the glass. Now that it was in yoru hand, you could move accordingly. “I was also supposed to meet someone here?...Told me to tell you to expect me...Keigo Takami?”

The barkeep’s face fell, fear striking his features. “O-oh! You’re Mr. Takami’s company for the night! I’m supposed to escort you to his special booth.”

“Special booth?” you repeated.

“Y-yes, please follow me!” he urged. “Only VIPs are allowed back here, but he rented out the entire back area just for you!”

You felt your senses go off, fight or flight mode. Now or never. You reached in your purse. Knife, check. Mace, check....Gun...check.

The kind barkeep took you to a back area. It looked like the main dining area, only a lot more high end. Slow jazz music was playing in the background and the lights were low. He was right, there was no one here...except one person.

He dawned a brown leather jacket, black skinny jeans and those all to familiar boots. He tapped his fingers against the table as he stared down at his phone.

“Mr. Takami. She’s here.”

Keigo looked up with that shit-eating smirk. “Thank you Hideo, leave us.”

The barkeep stalked off leaving you alone. You suddenly felt out of place. You looked around, taking note of the city beaming outside the windows.

“Beautiful isn’t it?”

You looked back over at Keigo again, almost surprised. “Yeah, it is.” you nodded.

He motioned next to him. “You wanna sit down or are you gonna stand there staring at me? I don’t bite.” he winked.

Silently, you sat down, still keeping your distance from the man. You were about a good two feet away from him. You weren’t too keen on getting any closer.

“I’m surprised you came. I thought you’d find a way to get out of this.”

“I am too, but I figured I’d entertain this idea...just for tonight.” you shrugged. “Don’t try anything, got it?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Keigo cracked a genuine smile. You looked stunning and he wanted to tell you that. He wouldn’t admit it, but he knew about you when you were going by your hero alias. He recognized the way you walked, the way you spoke. You could have killed that freak who hit on you if you wanted to. However you didn’t. He was curious about that.

“Why did you ask me out?” you raised an eyebrow before he could get a word out.

“I’ll let you know in a minute.” he winked. “I’m more interested in you.”

“Like what?” you raised an eyebrow. “How interesting can I be?”

Keigo didn’t want to say he did extensive research on you and couldn’t find shit. It drove him crazy. It was making him go quite literally insane. He was more that interested. He was invested. When he didn’t answer, you sighed.

“You tell me first.” you crossed your arms. “I know your reputation proceeds you.” you raised a brow.

“Princess, that’s not how this works.” he tried to sound as if he was joking. “I ask the questions here.”

“Well it is today.” you shrugged. “Either we have an even exchange or you’re out of luck.” you shrugged. “You decide.”

Keigo stared blankly at you. You were a tough nut, that was for sure. Plus you sure as hell weren’t afraid of death. That must have meant you had no idea what he was capable of. Then again, it must have been your Hero Side taking a stance.

After what felt like a minute, he sighed in defeat. “...A friend of mine was killed by a hero.” he confessed. “You ever hear of someone called The Bronze Monk?”

“That name sounds familiar?” you raised an eyebrow. “He’s another hero, right? He can turn his fists into bronze.” You tried to recall.

“Mhm...He killed my friend.” Keigo clenched his fist. “I did 6 years because of him....”

“I don’t understand.” you raised an eyebrow. “What does that have to do with you?”

“This was while you were dominating the game I guess, so I don’t blame you for not knowing.” he shrugged and he slapped a hand on the table. “HIDEO! TWO BEERS.”

“So I’m confused. I heard The Bronze Monk died mysteriously...he fell from over 500 stories...”you paused. You took to time to noticed that Keigo has aired out his wings this time around. You didn’t even noticed he HAD wings. “It was all over the-...wait a second...You never said who your friend was.”

“She was a- she was a villain.” Keigo sighed. “She was like a sister to me and I was tryna get her to stop being so dumb...turn over a new leave and she was doing so well! Shit, but...one day she dumbly got into a fight with that asshole and I watched my friend die right there.” Keigo hitched his words slightly.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.” you said sadly, regretting opening your big mouth. “I didn’t mean to-”

“No...it’s fine. I guess in order to move on I gotta talk about it right?” he sat up straight as the barkeep came back with two mugs and quickly stalked back off. “I was so blinded by my own anger. What type of hero would go out of their way to punish someone trying to make amends....” he seethed. “I flew him up to the tallest building in the city and dropped him...I only got off on good behavior...”

It finally all made sense, to you at least. You let what he said marinate and sit well...it felt surreal.

“So.” Keigo grabbed his glass and took a huge gulp. “I’ve said my peace. You’re turn.”

You stared at this guy for what felt like ages. Something told you that this guy couldn’t be trusted. All the alarms were going off at the same time...but for some reason-

“My parents wanted me to be a hero.” you said. “My quirk is hereditary, so it’s passed from person to person.” you shrugged. “I loved saving people, helping people...then-” you paused. “I saw how corrupt, and hateful, and disgusting these so-called heroes were...I lost someone important to me too.”

Keigo raised an eyebrow, suddenly interested. You took a swig of beer, trying to gather your thoughts.

Keigo took note of the way you were fiddling with your left hand. Your thumb grazed over your ringer finger as if something was missing...something important.

“Who was the guy?” Keigo asked, snapping you out of your trance. He had a gut feeling he already knew, but he wanted to hear it from your mouth.

“...H-he was um...we dated since high school.” you shrugged. “We were a team, him and I.” you smiled at the memory. “When he turned his back on the hero world, they turned their back on him too.”

“Meaning?”

“They sold him out.” you choked. “They left him for dead and told me he would be okay. I should have gone back for him but they held me back, they told me there were other people that needed my help.”

“What happened when you learned the truth?” Keigo asked. He only knew that a poor hero lost his life, he didn’t know that the only other survivor just so happened to be his future wife.

“I had to choose...my friends and my morals or being a hero. If anyone knows just how two faced and conniving these people are, it’s me.” you shuddered. “I’ve met traitors, and killers disguised as good guys. At one point I couldn’t take it anymore and I gave up! Forget being number 1, forget status, forget everything...Being a hero...lost me everything.”

“Hm. Thank you for sharing that with me, Princess.” he replied. “It must have been hard to do...it’s nice to know you trust me so much.”

“It was only fair, I guess.” you boredly drank. “It not that big a deal.” you stared down at your fingers. “It was years ago, I’ve moved on.”

Keigo took note of how your mood faltered. He couldn’t have that.

“Hey, look at me?”

“Hm?” you looked up from your glass.

“I’m sure where ever your fiancé is, whatever he’s up to. He doesn’t blame you.” he put a hand over yours. “He wouldn’t hate you for moving on either.”

“He wouldn’t?” you narrowed your eyes. “How do you know?”

Keigo couldn’t answer, he just wanted to say something, anything, to put a smile on your face. It was like a second nature in such a short time. He wanted to be your hero. “It’s just a hunch...you shouldn’t be afraid to move on...sometimes all you need is a push out the nest.” he winked as his wings twitched behind his back.

“Bird humor? Really?” you scoffed.

“It’s what I do, princess.”

...

After the heavy and depressing, you don’t think you laughed that hard in years.

“Wait hold on.” you stopped laughing. “Pause for a minute! You, with those big ass wings got your ass handed to you by some chump named ‘The weather man?’” you were crying from laughing so hard.

“He could control the wind!” he defended, also laughing. “You shoulda seen it!”

“Well maybe you need to exercise your quirk more.” you crossed your arms.

“As if you’re the master of your own.” he playfully rolled his eyes.

“As a matter of fact, I am!” you raised an eyebrow. “Shall I demonstrate?” you scooted out the booth and stood up. “Don’t blink or you might miss it.”

Keigo leaned back in his seat, now very interested in what you were about to display for him. He watched your eyes narrow in focus as you held your hands out in front of your face. Slowly, a very tiny tornado formed in your hands, small and handheld. This mini tornado was soon replaced by a tree sprouting out of the top. You waved your hand around and miraculously summoned rain out of your palm.

“Okay Y/N, focus.” you mumbled. Suddenly, out of everything, a flame erupted from the center of your hand.

He watched in awe, he had never heard of anyone with a quirk like this one before. With another flick of the hand, everything you had summoned disappeared. “Ta-da!”

“That was amazing.” he commented as your sat down. “What was that??”

“I come from a long line of ‘benders’. Funny name, I know.” you giggled. “I can bend another element...spirit. I can only do it when I’m really happy though.”

“Why didn’t you try that one?”

“...I said I can only do it when I’m happy.” you smiled sadly. It didn’t take long for Keigo to catch on.

“Oh.” he raised a brow. “Sorry, I-”

“It’s alright.” you shook your head. “Ever since...he died...I’ve never been able to do it.” you shrugged. “Maybe one day I’ll be able to.”

“I’d love to witness that.” Keigo laced his fingers within yours, making your face heat up. “I bet it’s beautiful.”

“...S-shush.” you scoffed, looking away bashfully.

Suddenly the song changed, a slow jazz song began playing. A slow beat, with soft drums and what you could describe as a romantic saxophone.

“Dance with me.” he held out his hand.

You smiled, rolling your eyes playfully as you took his hand and stood up. He guided you to the middle of the floor. he pulled you flush against his chest. The slow music seemed to drown out the hustle of the city noise outside. He hummed thoughtfully, singing to the tune for you.

“You never told me.” you mused as you two moved in sync.

“Told you what, princess?”

“Why did you ask me out?”

“Truth be told, something drew me to you.”

“Like what?” you innocently stared. “What about me could possibly interest you?”

“Out of everything you’ve told me, everything really.” he bit his lip. “You’re amazing, everything about you.”

“You aren’t so bad yourself, Keigo.” you shyly replied. You turned around and rested your back against his chest. He rested his head in the divot of your shoulder. He wrapped his arms around your waist, guiding you along to the music.

He was right, he wouldn’t leave you, not now. Not ever.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Go for it, princess.”

“If I admitted I was wrong about you, would you hold it against me?”

Keigo nearly froze. A shock was sent up his spine as the words left your lips. “You shouldn’t say things like that, princess.”

“How come?” you turned around to face him.

“I want to-” he bit his lip. A gentle hand rested on the base of your neck, his thumb caressing your throat. He laid a kiss on your lips, passion dripping off of every peck. His tongue slipped through the small gap as he moaned against your mouth. You whimpered and shivered feeling his tongue dominate your mouth. He responded with sounds of his own. Shaky breathes and low groans.

You responded to his touch, allowing his hands to travel under your shirt. “Keigo.” you whimpered. Your feverishly ran your hands through his hair, practically gluing your bodies together. You felt his fingertips creep under shirt, dancing across your skin. “W-we can’t do this here.”

“You’re totally right.” he didn’t cease, instead opting to kiss down your neck. “So...my place or yours.”

You felt yourself lose all sense of direction. “Y-yours.”

“You’ve just opened up Pandora’s Box, princess.”

...

You fell back on his bed, crawling backwards. He rid himself of that jacket and his shirt, leaving him to flex his muscles, his wings, and everything. You stared up, trembling in anticipation.

Your friends would probably kill you, but you didn’t particularly care. You hugged yourself, suddenly feeling very vulnerable.

Keigo loved it. It meant you still had innocence flowing in your veins, not for long. He would toy with your brain. He would bend you to his will and drive you insane with lust. You would be the perfect sidekick for him. He stalked over to you, biting his lip.

“Look at you.” he mused. “You’re so cute.” he giggled. He rested a knee at the edge of the bed, beginning to crawl towards you.

You noticed his wings were spread wide, covering over you two like a shield.

“C-can I?”

“Go ahead Princess.” he smiled knowingly. He had the look as if he knew something you didn’t. You reached a trembling hand to gently brush his beautiful feathers. A low groan erupted from his throat.

“Oh my gosh! Am I hurting you?” you almost withdrew your hand back.

“Don’t stop...please.” he growled lowly.

It was only then you realized, this was turning him on. You ran your hands through his feathers. They were soft, shiny even.

“Enough!” he grabbed your hand and pinned it above your head. “Look at you, princess. All ready for me.” he laughed. “I wonder how wet I can make that pussy for me.” he used his other hand to fumble with the button of your jeans.

You trembled under his touch, feeling your pants slide down your legs. You were completely drowned in your own lust. A fire was prominent in your chest. You were shaking under his fingertips.

“Enjoy this, princess.” he winked before crawling down. He lifted your shirt up and planted little kisses along your stomach. He grabbed the hem of your panties with his teeth and pulled them down.

You were squirming in anticipation, waiting.

“You smell so...so-” he didn’t finish his sentence because he had drove his tongue up your slit. A gasp escaped your lungs. Absentmindedly, you had grabbed a fist full of his hair.

“Fuuuh~” you couldn’t speak. You weren’t even sure he’d be able to hear your over the sound of your wetness. You could feel your water dribble down your thighs.

“Wrapped your legs around my head.” he growled, digging his nails into your thighs. “Grind that pussy against my tongue, princess.”

You thrashed against his mouth, feeling warmth gather in the pit of your stomach. “Keigo!”

He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked harshly, making you cry out even louder.

Keigo felt himself lose touch with everything, he was only focused on you in the moment. Fuck, was he hard too. Hearing your moans. Shit, he couldn’t wait to bury himself into you.

“Baby, do you hear that?” he looked up at you as he promptly replaced his tongue with his fingers. “Listen.” he pumped his fingers into you. “You sound so fucking cute” he groaned, mimicking your soft whimpers. “It feels good, yeah?”

You couldn’t speak, so you just nodded.

Suddenly, he yanked his fingers out of you. His head fell forward to rest on your pubic bone. He sounded as if he came just now even if it was you getting all the pleasure.

Like a predator stalking after it’s prey he meet your eyes. He wore a sadistic grin with his bottom lip taken between his teeth. He sat up, fumbling with his belt buckle.

“You ready for me, princess?”

“Yes, p-please?” you whimpered.

Fuck, you couldn’t do that to him. He had a mind to tear you apart where you lay. Your jaw went slack as his cock was released from its restraints. Would that even- Inside you?!

You felt it brush against you, slightly. You met his eyes and froze there. He was staring down at you. He looked absolutely feral. You could barely look away as he slid himself inside your throbbing hole. He painfully slowly rolled his hips into you. He twitched inside as he bucked his hips into you.

“Look at how good we fit together. That’s right.” he managed through clenched teeth. “My cock was meant to be here. I was meant to fuck you.” he snarled.

You tightened around his length as he thrust harder. “You’re so fucking beautiful, princess.” His jaw dropped again. “Say my name, please?”

“K-keigo.” you obeyed. You felt a warmth in your chest as well as your core. It was like a fire was being ignited in the pit of your soul. “I’m gonna-”

“Fuck! Don’t finish that sentence.” he snarled. “You don’t wanna know what I’m gonna do as a result.”

In a swift motion, you were suddenly staring down at Keigo. He had a death grip on your legs as he was now thrusting upwards. You had your hands on his chest in an attempt to support yourself.

“I think I like you more when you’re riding me.” he bit his lip. “You look so fucking sexy. Those moans, that body, your pretty fucking pussy-”

“Keigo, please! I can’t it anymore.”

“Oh yeah, you gonna cum? You wanna cum for me, baby?” he spoke in a babyish voice. “You wanna cum all over Papa Bird’s cock? Do it, do it for me...ARGH FUCK!”

You felt his warmth inside you at the exact same time you had came. He was shaking under you, rolling his hips upwards to relieve the friction he had caused.

Keigo stared in amazement at a bright light erupted from your chest, a small bird in the shape of smoke began flying around the room.

“That would be spirit.” you laughed tiredly, watching the quirk you had thought died reactivate out of nowhere.

“I hope you know...you can never leave me now.” Keigo sat up to lay kisses on your neck. “You’re mine now.”

(AND DONE! This was Hawks debut on the blog so lets all give hem a huge hello!)

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whoree321 · 3 years ago

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can I request some headcannons of the bad batch reacting to reader getting called fat and comforting her?

(today while I was at school someone called me fat)

omg well ok first of all bestie i’m so sorry that happened to you!! i def experienced my fair share of that sort of thing back in my day, but just remember that above all else your body is merely a vessel to contain the infinite galaxies that form the irreplicable, unique multitudes of humanity that live within you. you are so much more than the physical form you inhabit and simply the presence of your soul on this planet makes it a brighter place<3

but anyways! i hope y’all enjoy this! i would love nothing more than for this gaggle of big strong men to defend my honor

the bad batch + comforting gn!reader (body image)

WARNING: this is entirely about comments being made about the reader’s body. there are potentially triggering themes. please read with caution<3

Hunter

when hunter hears what happened, he experiences probably every single negative emotion a person could feel at once

angry at the person who insulted you, worried about you, sad that you’re sad, stressed about the best way to handle it and help you

internally, hunter is probably more distressed than you are

this man NEVER EVER shows it tho. the inside of his brain is literally like that scene in spongebob where his brain is the office and it’s on fire and all the little spongebobs are running around screaming. but on the outside?

“oh cyar’ika, come here. i’m so, so sorry my love”

he is tenderly holding you to his bosom, praising you and reassuring you and providing that feeling of safety and warmth that’s just so uniquely hunter until you almost forget why you were even upset

he is also such a good listener. he doesn’t exactly know what to say beyond complimenting/praising you (that’s easy- all he has to do is say what he’s already thinking), but he is so attentive and really takes in everything you’re saying as you’re ranting or letting your emotions out

just knowing how invested he is in trying to understand your problems and make you feel better makes you feel so loved and so special

Crosshair

crosshair is not the fucking one

crosshair hears that someone has called you fat, and he is literally breaking their knee caps like they owe him a gambling debt within 24 hours of the comment being made

like i’m serious. of all the batchers, he is the one to go out of his way and inflict serious violence upon the individual in question (wrecker might join him)

although he’s seething with rage on the inside, he does try to be there for you in the moment while you’re upset

he’s not very good with words, and he’s definitely the type to let his actions do the talking

he will spend literally hours just worshipping your body, kissing every inch and whispering little comments like “gorgeous” and “so beautiful” and “all mine” and he won’t stop until he’s confident you know just how enamoured he is with you. mind, body, and soul

he’ll get in the shower with you and wash your hair, letting the warm water and his fingers on your scalp soothe you as he presses feather light kisses to your back and neck and shoulder blades

he will wait to seek out his victim until you’re nestled into his bunk, snuggled under his covers and fast asleep. he’ll lay a quick kiss on the tip of your nose, admiring the peaceful look on your face for a moment before disappearing into the night to deal with the perpetrator

seriously tho crosshair is sending whoever said it to the med bay for EXTENDED time. he won’t kill them, but he will definitely disfigure them

Tech

tech would honestly be so confused. like he would be so upset that someone would say that to you, and even more upset that you were upset, but i think the entire situation would be a little bit baffling to him

like i think that he is probably one of the least likely batchers to notice or care what people look like physically, and so he just would not understand why someone would be so cruel

like what would someone have to gain from commenting negatively on your body? as far as he knew, there was nothing wrong with how you looked (quite the opposite, actually), and he would just find the whole idea of someone doing that to you so absurd

despite his confusion, i think in any situation where you’re upset tech would def sort of let you indicate what kind of comfort you wanted, and would go all in from there (he read that your partner often needs different kinds of emotional support at different times and he has worked very hard to recognize when you need each type of comfort)

like if you need verbal or physical reassurance, he’s worshipping you and letting you know exactly why he finds every piece of you so dazzlingly beautiful

if you need to cry and rant, he’s holding you close and stroking your hair and giving you a safe place to just let out your feelings

if you need to be angry about it, tech will sit with you and absolutely roast the shit out of whoever said it. like he’ll pull up files about them and just verbally demolish they’re entire existence until you’re wheezing with laughter

tech would just be so sweet and would hate seeing you upset and would try his best to fix it. he loves your body, but to him you are so much more than that and it kills him that someone could make you feel so badly over what he views as such a small aspect of all amazing things that make you who you are

Wrecker

when wrecker hears about what happened, he is equal parts heartbroken for you and LIVID

he doesn’t tolerate when people have things to say about the way he or his brothers look, and he CERTAINLY won’t tolerate someone commenting on the way you look

he’s already gearing up to go bash some heads in when it registers with him how upset you are

expect the hug of the CENTURY from this man

like seriously you’re worried he’s gonna crack one of your ribs with how hard he’s squeezing

he becomes the self care king

wrecker will spend an excessive amount of time pampering you and doing his best to make you feel loved (like literally days if he has enough time)

he’s running you warm baths, he’s doing face masks with you, he’s setting up a movie night with a pillow fort and yummy treats, he’s using your entire body as a pillow and wrapping his arms around you, planting sweet kisses all over your torso as the movie plays. anything he can think of to care of you and take your mind off of the horrible way you were spoken to

wrecker isn’t gonna have as much verbally as hunter or tech or echo, pretty much confined to statements like “oh don’t listen to them, Y/N, you’re absolutely perfect”, but the way he dotes on you and the tenderness he shows to you and your body lets you know that he really, really means it

(also, he won’t seek them out, but if he ever happens to run into person who said it, he does not hesitate to beat the living shit out of them. disrespectfully)

Echo

when echo hears about what was said to you, he’s really just unbelievably sad

while people don’t usually make comments about him to his face, he knows how terrible it feels to be uncomfortable with your own body and he would do anything to keep you from feeling that

echo responds initially like hunter, holding you close and letting you cry or yell for a while, but he refuses to let you feel anything other than beautiful

he takes you to your closet and tells you to pick out one outfit that makes you feel good about yourself (if you have trouble feeling good about any of them, don’t worry. he won’t hesitate to pick out one he knows you look great in)

once you’ve decided on it, he tells you to put it on. if you’re uncomfy with him watching you change, he happily looks away until you’re ready for him to turn around. if you’re cool with him watching, he makes it a point not to hide his admiration of your form, offering sweet compliments and sultry glances

once you’ve changed, he stands you in front of the mirror so you can see yourself, and describes to you all your wonderful features. he lets you disagree with him and point out your flaws, and he counters each of them without missing a beat

echo just wants you to see yourself the way he sees you, and he stands there with you, offering so much patience and love, until he’s filled your heart with so much warmth you can feel your tears returning (this time in a good way)

you do so much to help him when he feels insecure about his appearance since the citadel, so above all else, echo needs you to know just how perfect you are, regardless of what some prick might say

#the bad batch #bad batch #tbb #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #the bad batch x reader #tbb echo #tbb tech #tbb x reader #tech x reader #wrecker x reader #echo x reader #crosshair x reader #hunter x reader #the bad batch headcanons

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shorkbrian · 4 years ago

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i’m sorry but i luv your writing/thot process so i have to share this: imagine superstar trainer kiri marrying ur mom. he’s only a few years older (and you had a crush on him first) so you avoid him bc you’re shy/uncomfortable with it. your plans are foiled when mom’s away and y’all are stuck at home during a snow storm, power out, no heat/gas, and no matter how many layers u use nothing beats body heat. kiri is so sweet and just wants to get close and keep you warm/see whats under ur sweats

I’m literally melting rn

Like imagine Kiri shuffling closer to you on the couch, scooting underneath the blankets you have piled around your body.

He keeps getting closer and closer and closer until he’s pressed up against you, and he feels like a heater, warm and cozy and comfortable. You don’t mind burrowing down into his side a bit, only blushing a little when the big man chuckles at your behavior.

There’s a movie playing on the TV, but you’re kind of sleepy, and your stepdad feels so sturdy and safe against your side, and you’re finally warming to a comfortable temperature, and before you know it, you’re fast asleep.

When you wake up, you’re laying down on a solid surface, heat wrapped around your body and trapped beneath the blankets. The surface rumbles and shifts, and only then do you realize that Kirishima must have moved you.

The room is dark, TV off, lights out. The wind is still howling and moaning outside like a mourner at a grave, beating against the windows and crying to the sky.

Lifting your head means you get a view of Kiri’s face, of his handsome, relaxed self as he gazes down at you, a pleased, soft smile on his features.

You go to apologize for falling asleep on him and for inconveniencing him, but Kirishima doesn’t let you. “It’s warmer this way, plus, I like holding something while I sleep.”

He has his arms wrapped around you, thick biceps pressing heavy against your shoulders, keeping you flush to his muscular chest. You blush a little at the position, shifting your legs and trying not to do anything weird.

But in moving your legs around, you find yourself straddling his thigh, the stocky limb flexing underneath your weight, Kirishima twitching.

“Sorry-” You blush again, intending on moving, but your stepdad drops a hand to your hip, steadying you.

“No, don’t apologize, I get it.” He winks at you, before jiggling his thigh a bit, settling you down further onto it. “I remember doing stuff like this back in high school, I know it feels good.”

A long moment of silence stretched between you two as you processed his words, feeling increasingly awkward.

“Um, okay...” Was all you could come up with.

Kirishima laughed a bit. “You’ve never cuddled with anyone before? It’s nice, isn’t it? ‘Specially with the heat out like this. Power went out while you were sleeping.”

You felt a little silly now, ducking your head and dropping your gaze. That would explain why the lights were off. You had just assumed the movie had finished playing and your stepdad had turned it off, but apparently that wasn’t the case.

“Temp’s gonna drop fast, we’re probably going to have to use good ‘ole body heat while we sleep. You wanna move to the bed? Or just sleep here?”

A shrug, and Kirishima smiled. “Okie-doke, bed it is. Thank goodness, my back would kill me if I tried to sleep on the couch. Gettin’ old s’no fun.”

The man sat up, and you quickly disentangled yourself from him, ignoring the way his thigh rubbed in between your legs as he moved about. As soon as you felt the chill of the room, you shivered, clacking your teeth together and snatching the blanket tight around yourself.

“Oh, that’s so cold, fuck.”

“Hey, watch your language-” Kirishima chided, rising to his feet as he gathered the rest of the blankets up into his arms. “No potty mouths in this house, yeah? Keep it clean.”

He’d been married to your mom for almost a year now, and Kirishima had easily fallen into the “father figure” role, despite the fact that it wasn’t necessarily needed.

But you indulged him by laughing at his corny dad jokes, complimenting the various meats he grilled for meals, keeping your judgements about his questionable fashion choices to yourself instead of blurting them out to his face.

Kirishima led the way to the master bedroom, the room he shared with your mom, stating that the bed was bigger, it’d be more comfortable. Did you really expect him to fit into your bed?

He was a big man, strong and solid. He was able to throw you over one shoulder, your mom over the other, and run around the house whooping while the two of you laughed and pounded on his back.

“Alright-” Kirishima tossed his armful of blankets onto the bed he shared with your mom, immediately fluffing them up and pulling at the edges until he was satisfied.

The man pulled back the edge, holding it ups as he turned to you. “Head on inside!”

It was cold at first, the sheets and blankets chilly. You snuggled up to Kirishima as soon as the big man laid down, making him laugh a bit as your teeth chattered together.

“S-sorry it’s just so-so c-cold.” You explained.

“Your nose is all red, you look so cute.” His smile is warm, his hands even warmer as they begin to rub up and down your sides.

You don’t know how to respond, let yourself relax into the comforting touch, his fingertips dancing over your sweater.

“So.....” Kiri starts “You’ve never had a boyfriend then? You got so quiet when I asked if you’ve cuddled with someone before.”

A blush rose to your cheeks, and you shook your head. “No, I have. I broke up with him a little bit before you and mom started dating.”

The redhead’s quiet for a moment, then tucks his chin over your head, drawing you closer into his chest. “I’m sorry. Relationships can be hard, I know.”

“It was for the best, I think.” You continue, letting your stepdad rub your back as you talked. “We just didn’t really jive well together I guess. Wish we’d figured that out sooner though.”

The man pressed against you is so sturdy, solid and radiating heat like a furnace. It’s easy to relax in his easy-going presence.

“Well, if you ever miss cuddling, don’t hesitate to come find me, yeah? It’s one of my favorites.”

Kirishima was a touchy man, and it was obvious that his love language was touch, so it made sense. He always had his thick arms wrapped around your mom, was holding her hand, holding yours, placing kisses on your cheeks, kissing your mom every chance he got.

Sometimes he asked you to brush out his hair for him, when you weren’t busy or anything. He’d relax into jelly as you ran the hairbrush through his red locks, contented little sighs falling from his lips.

“Okay, I’ll do that.” You chuckle, thinking to yourself how the world had a funny sense of humor.

Truthfully, when you’d first been introduced to the man your mom had recently started dating, you’d developed a hopeless crush. He was attractive, kind, funny; if your mom wasn't dating him, you would’ve asked for his number.

A small part of you was irritated that the man was young enough for you to date him, your mother unbothered by the sugar stereotype she’d developed.

But ah well, what’s done is done.

“You know, I didn’t know what I'd be like having a daughter.” Kirishima soft voice breaks you out of your thoughts. “You’re almost more like.... I dunno, a friend? If that makes sense. I feel like we’re buddies.”

“Yeah, I feel like that too.” You confess, breathing into his neck, able to smell the cologne he uses, something heady and strong and manly.

A comfortable silence settles around you both, nothing but soft breaths and Kirishima’s warm hands rubbing gently over your body, against your sides, up and down your back, massaging your shoulders.

They traveled too close to your tummy, and you choked out a laugh, flinching away from Kirishima.

“Don’t, ‘m ticklish.” Came your breathless, giggly warning.

“Yeah? Yeah?” The redhead grinned, a glint in his eye, barely noticeable before he pounced, rolling over until you were smothered beneath his hefty weight, unable to move.

Horrible, terrible fingers descended, dug into your ribs and you shrieked, wide smile breaking across your features as your stepdad tickled you.

This is what happiness was made of.

Warm and fuzzy, the smell of rain, the sound of it pattering against the roof. Strong arms around you, a laugh on your lips.

Kirishima’s thigh slipped in between yours, pressed upwards, and you choked on a breath, hands immediately clutching at the man’s biceps.

“You’re so sensitive, it’s so cute.”

No time to say his name, ask any questions. He was situating you on your side, legs tangled with his, a big, beefy thigh still flush against your clothed sex.

“Mm, you ever do this with your boyfriend?” The redhead was moving, hands gripping your waist now, dragging you along his thigh, and you kept bumping up against his chest, his toned stomach.

“Yes-yeah.” Was your breathless reply, head whirling, eyes wide. This isn’t really what you were expecting, not from your stepdad.

But it wasn’t entirely unwelcome.

That’s why you weren’t screaming your head off, recoiling in disgust, scrambling for the phone to call your mom, the police.

No, you were still, pliant against Kirishima as he moved your body, his lazy red eyes fixed on your face. “Hm? Feels nice, doesn’t it? You like it?”

A shaky nod is all you can muster, feeling yourself beginning to drip against your stepdad’s thigh, slick all over your folds, the skin tingling, making your hips jump as your clit pulsed at the stimulation.

God, it felt good.

“You make me so happy, y’know? Such a pretty, smart girl.” He praised, and now you could feel it - feel the cock filling out against your tummy, hot and wet, leaking.

“I really hit the jackpot. A beautiful wife, a gorgeous daughter... I love you so, so much.” Kirishima was breathing heavier, his fingers digging into your hipbones as he dragged you back and forth against him. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. Just wanna take care of you, yeah? Make you cum lots, whatever you want.”

Almost feverish now, his hips twitching forward, pushing against your tummy again and again, rubbing his cock against your soft flesh, groaning in your ear, breath stuttering-

And then a long moan, a burst of warmth soaking through your pajama shirt, right where the tip of Kiri’s cock rested.

“Oh shit-” He gasped, sucking in air, muscles flexing as he drew back his legs, hands shakily pushing you onto your back.

“That - Jesus, you really got me goin’.” Kiri panted, beginning to kiss at your neck, one of his hands diving into your pajama pants, straight down to strum over your clit.

Already keyed up from the dry humping, veins pumping with excitement, arousal, the thrill of being touched and fondled by your-your stepdad.

A finger teased at your hole, then inched inside, and you bucked your hips, crying out a bit.

“Hey, hey-” He was still a little breathless, a little lightheaded from his orgasm, but the man was determined.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I got you. I’m always gonna take care of my girl.”

#kirishima #dark kirishima #tw.dark content #kirishima x reader #kiri #kirishima imagine #bnha kirishima #Kirishima Eijirou #eijirou

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enhyupn · 4 years ago

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⧉ enhypen as your classmate that has a crush on you! ᝢ ∷

pairings: ot7 enhypen members x gn!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of violence in jay’s one

genre: pure fluff + high school!au

a/n this also. Was in my drafts 💭 i was contemplating if i should post this or not but here i am 😫 i Post too much sorry everyone iJust have no life outside of school 🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️

⌗ heeseung

heeseung is definitely the type of person that tries to talk to the person he sits beside all the time

he nudges you all the time and whispers your name whenever he wants your attention

and the fact he had a huge crush on you also added to it

enhypen always have to listen to him since he never ever stops talking about you. like ever.

“oh my god you will never know what y/n told me when i—” and suddenly he’s cut off by the rest of them yelling “we know!”

you never snap at him because you kinda... enjoy the attention

maybe thats how you knew you kinda liked him too, since you could never let sunoo get away with this if he ever called for your name in class

your relationship only stopped there for a while, since the two of you lowkey scared of each other

“no i feel like y/n’s gonna snap at you one day, like completely just punch you in the face” jay once told him and ever since, he’s never looked at you the same

you think heeseung’s just intimidating, the amount of times you’ve jumped in your seat whenever he’s called your name is numerous

although, one day you fell asleep in class due to the fact you left your english essay last minute the night before

heeseung, noticing you drooling on the table, wrote down the notes for you

he handed them to you after class and you were so touched that you couldn’t stop telling sunoo about it

“his hand writing’s so neat and—” “i get it, you can shut up now!”

you even told heeseung his hand writing was the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen for a week straight

he was happy of course, but honestly unsure how he was supposed to reply to the compliment

he figured out by himself that all he needed to do was ask you if you wanted him to write your name

“heeseung, i mean it! i can’t get over how you write ‘the’, it’s just so— so neat!” “oh really? let me write your name out”

being the smooth guy that he was, wrote down his number instead of your name

and you being the oblivious person you were, ended up being utterly confused

“heeseung i think—” “I WROTE MY NUMBER ON PURPOSE”

you never really got over the shock, nonetheless still took his number and texted him that night

you ended that night by kicking your feet in the air with your face feeling like it was on fire

oh, you also ended up planning a date with heeseung on saturday, not a big deal

it was actually the biggest deal ever

the rest of the head canons are under the cut!

⌗ jay

jay was 100% the type to tease someone when he had a crush to get their attention

he wanted all your attention and the way he got that was through telling you your portrait of a dog looked stupid

well yeah, it did but he didn’t need to point it out

everyone in your art class knew jay had a raging crush on you

he just didn’t know how to express it

his friend jake told him the way into your heart was talking about a mutual interest

jake was, sort of, right about his advice. well, until you and jay started bickering about a character you loved but he oh so hated

“mabel in gravity falls was annoying and weird” “jay if you say that one more time i will shove this paint brush down your throat”

jake, who was trying to play cupid, could not understand why he was so bad at this

i mean jay had no problem getting girls to like him but you? did you genuinely hate jay or something?

“no jake i don’t hate jay” well that answered his question

“he’s just weird” “weird? i’m weird?” “yeah do i need to repeat it again? park jay is weird” you two were a match made in heaven

jay didn’t know when but he had a revelation, maybe this wasn’t the approach he should take to get your attention

after that, he started to be extremely nice to you

it definitely scared you

“d-did i do anything?” “what no? i’m just saying your painting looks beautiful y/n” “oh no something’s definitely going to happen”

he was finally tired of trying so hard while ending up with nothing achieved

jake, being the one out of the two who had the most realistic ideas, decided to give him one more tip

“do you think it’ll work?” “it’s fool proof”

the tip was simply him asking you out to the movies, something that was a little too forward for jay

“no i don’t think it’ll work jake” “jay i swear to god you are going to end up single For the Rest of your Life”

it took... many attempts... and many insults towards you for him to even get the first line out

“Y/NPLEASEGOTOTHEMOVIESWITHME” “the movies? sure” “wait, really? i meant it in a romantic way by the way” “oh? sure i’m free on friday”

turns out you were into him too i mean it was kinda obvious from the way you dealt with those insults

even when you started dating after that date, the insults never stopped

it just now targeted jake, who really is just asking for it at this point from the amount of times he’s asked for credit for ‘getting both of you together’

he was never getting that credit

⌗ jake

jake would leave secret love letters in your locker every time he walked past it

i mean the action wasn’t as secret as he thought it was due to the fact you knew he was the one leaving those letters

for god’s sake the boy was literally in almost all your classes, you were walking the same way as him when he slipped those letters in???

you still were very grateful for them

without them, i think you would of not coped with school

they were all incredibly detailed and even had little doodles drawn around them

you once had remembered he mentioned that he wrote these in the morning before school started during first period

he also told you he was really really shy you found it incredibly cute

the only way he could speak to you without melting was through these letters

somehow you decided that the best thing to do was put replies in his lockers too

his first reaction was complete embarrassment, the fact you knew who he was had his face heating up like nothing else

but he soon realised you didn’t think it was weird or creepy, you actually looked forward to his letters every school day

he mustered up so much courage after that to talk to you in person, to personally thank you

“THANK YOU Y/N!” “NO IT’S FINE JAKE YOU DON’T HAVE TO BOW”

he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck before pulling something out from his back pocket

the final letter in his series of love letters showing up in his hands

“open it” his shy smile making your brain Melt in endearment

the letter contained the usual, the hello y/n! and the usual chatter about his day

what you didn’t expect was the fact he had asked you out at the bottom of the letter

“y/n i’ve liked you for a while now, will you go out with me?” you read out loud before realising what you had just read. “OH MY GOD YOU ASKED ME OUT?”

you pull him into a tight hug, something that jake heated up at

“is this a yes?” “are you seriously asking that right now? of course we are”

you two became the most sickly sweet couple ever

plus the fact you still placed letters in each other’s lockers made enhypen gag (in an affectionate way)

they were just jealous nobody was putting letters in their lockers

⌗ sunghoon

sunghoon always seemed to be there whenever you needed help

especially since you two helped out at the library together every wednesday

he looked forward to it every week, you could tell from the fact ever tuesday he’d remind his friends that the next day he was seeing you again

“tomorrow’s wednesday you know what that means” “yes sunghoon we know, you’re seeing y/n tomorrow”

whenever he’s finished his work (which he does at an incredibly fast pace) he always seems to end up trailing you

constantly asking if you need help, desperate to do something

you find it endearing, always ending up chuckling at his whiney words

“y/n! do you need any help i’m finished” “not at the moment but if you wanna chat i can!”

out of all the enhypen members i feel like sunghoon would have the softest feelings for his crush

like even outside of your assigned library work, he’d constantly check up on you during lunch

“here y/n! it’s a packet of those gummies you like” “how sweet that you remembered! thanks for them”

you, even with sunghoon’s constant affection, couldn’t realise he had a crush on you

you thought that he was like that with everyone, you didn’t think that you were particularly special to get any type of unique treatment from park sunghoon

it wasn’t until your classmate asked you if you and sunghoon were dating

“hey are you and sunghoon dating?” “ummmm no why” “oh my friend wanted to know, they like him that’s why”

that didn’t sit well with you.

you thought long and hard about it but there was literally no reason for you to be bothered about it

i mean? you didn’t like him like that right

wrong

you decided to ask his dearest friend heeseung for help

“heeseung what do i do why do i feel like this” “i don’t know ask sunghoon” “...you aren’t helping”

heeseung being the big blabber mouth he is, told sunghoon all of this

“y/n won’t shut up about you” “really? you’re telling me the truth right? please don’t lie to me”

from many many uplifting comments from his friends, sunghoon was able to talk to you without mentioning the library

“so... what did you do in art class today?” “oh? i don’t do art” i mean at least he tried

after a few attempts he finally hit the nail on the head, securing his place as one of your friend... not the position he was aiming for but at least it was something

that’s when he prepared himself for the final boss (that’s what heeseung called the plan)

interrupting the conversation you both had on what disney show was the best, he popped the big question

“no but mulan was pretty good too also do you wanna go on a date with me” “oh sure! that was really random though”

i mean his timing was incredibly terrible but you were over the moon

even with the calm messages the both of you had sent, the two of you were screaming at your screen, unable to contain any composure

i mean it’s sunghoon... even if he handed you a piece of trash to as his way of asking you out you’d still say yes

⌗ sunoo

no but sunoo definitely asks your friend what your favourite song is and puts it on his story so you can slide up and be like “omg!! i love this song”

OH he also texts you randomly at 11:11 and 22:22 so you think it’s a sign

he so so so desperately wants your attention all the time

he goes up to you at lunch even when you’re with all your friends and makes conversation with you making you forget all about your friends

he sits in front of you in maths! so he knows how bad you are at the subject, he can hear your muttering about how you got a question wrong every morning but don’t Worry! he finds it adorable for some reason

at first he started to pretend he wouldn’t understand a question so he could find a way to talk to you

“hey y/n! what’s six times five again” “are you serious?”

he’s actually kinda good at maths so you’re always confused on how he doesn’t understand basic multiplication but can get 90% on the algebra test

he loves, and i mean loves, talking to you during class

even if the teacher scolds him he doesn’t care, it’s simply the highlight of his day

he gets so pouty and jealous when you excuse him in the middle of a conversation to talk to someone else

he gets jealous especially whenever you talk to his friends instead of him

“hey ni-ki! what did you get for number five?” “oh i got—” “I GOT TWELVE FOR THAT ONE Y/N!”

you kinda adore it not gonna lie

at one point your teacher got incredibly fed up with you two talking class

so! sunoo resorted to passing notes to you

��y/n did you hear? oh my god, jihan from the maths class beside us told me that yeojin from the year above us got suspended because she started fighting the teacher over her phone. can you believe that? i mean i would of done the same thing’

it was quite clear sunoo talked a lot even through notes too

i mean as if you didn’t reply with the same energy

‘I HEARD THAT TOO!! gowon from her class told me, plus! intak said he saw the whole thing too... omg honestly i think yeojin’s so cool for doing that. maybe i should fight our maths teacher if they try and yell at us for talking again?’

they were one of the many things sunoo loves you for <3

one day ni-ki, being the number one shipper of you two, decides to play Cupid on the two of you

he drew out a note that looked too similarly to a middle school confession text and placed it on sunoo’s desk

“do you like me y/n... tick one. yes. no.” “do you like it?” “what the fuck is this”

i mean sunoo Took it anyways, he knew you’d find it funny too

as usual, you prepared yourself for a long class of sliding notes to each other

you looked forward to it, you found it as a source of entertainment and you liked talking to sunoo anyways

“pssst, y/n!” “thanks— wait did you give me the right one?”

after many whisper shouts and glares from your teacher, he finally convinced you that they were the real deal

obviously. You chose yes

that’s how you landed a date with sunoo to a picnic at han river

sunoo and you were. Kinda.... thankful for ni-ki

you two just never wanted to admit his stupid cupid-ry worked

⌗ jungwon

definitely the type to ask you “what homework did we get?” so he can start a conversation with you

replies to your private story with like “omg that’s so funny” or like “PLSSSSS me too”

you do exactly the same with his ps honestly

he always talks to you before class and you have heated discussions about the homework the night before

YOU ALWAYS ALWAYS end up sitting beside him in every class you have together

like it’s not even on purpose anymore (it’s actually fate)

always lends you pens and pencils when you forget them

he also never Asks for them back so you Have like a stash of them at home beside your bed because you always forget to give them back to him

you and jungwon are the kids in pe class that walk around the track gossiping

“jake told me that half of the soccer team aren’t getting along these days because they all like the same person” “no way really? what about their team work, isn’t there some sort of huge match next week?”

the gossip only stays between you two but only ever during pe

you two talk about more, interesting things outside of pe

since you two are in basically every class together, you walk with him everywhere

once when you were about to trip over, jungwon caught you and when you realised you were in his arms, you just blankly stared at him for a good five seconds

once you got off of him your face started to heat up so fast jungwon’s too

every time you have homework due and you didn’t do it he lends you his word

“y/n take this! it’s the french homework from last class” “thanks so much jungwon!”

the real story starts with when you and him were practicing speaking french in the library

you, being terrible at french, needed some sort of help with this

jungwon decided that, even though he completely sucks at french, he should tutor you!

and there you were, ten reasons why i hate you style, in the library struggling on how to pronounce beaucoup

“bow-cewp” “good job y/n!” “jungwon i know for a fact that you don’t know if i’m saying this right”

you stuck up with it because, well because he’s jungwon

“je t'aime you”

i mean you were Terrible. at french but even the stupidest person in the world could figure that out

“i like you too jungwon, now help me with question six” “YOU COULD UNDERSTAND THAT?” “i had a paris phase when i was younger of course i did”

turns out the Parisian style bakery across the street is the perfect date on an afternoon after school

what was even more perfect was that you got 85% on your test with the help of your boyfriend

⌗ ni-ki

he was your partner in cookery class, the both of you had no cooking skills in your bones but you still made it work

you were in the class since your family constantly nagged at you for being terrible in the kitchen

while ni-ki enrolled because he needed the something to show his friends after school

ni-ki thinks he fell for you at first sight

you were baking cookies as your first task and you basically saved him by reminding him to put on oven gloves before getting the cookies out

“that’s the bare minimum” jay tells him. “i don’t care... you wouldn’t know what love feels like”

he looks forward to cooking class because if you every week

he even has it scheduled on his calendar

honestly it’s kind of a miracle the food you two make is some sort of eatable

he always asks you for help even if it’s the simplest thing ever

“y/n? which one is a cup?” “the one that literally says one cup?”

you don’t care though since you think it’s cute

you always end up doing most of the cooking and chopping whil ni-ki just washes the dishes and watches the pot boil which eagerly waits for the food to finish

you’ve met all of enhypen before since ni-ki likes them to gather around your creations and take pictures of them together

when enhypen first collected him from cookery class, they asked him which one of your classmates were you

he literally shyly pointed at you as he hid his face with his hair

“them” “huh? ni-ki who are you pointing at” “them, beside the fridge”

your final exam was to decorate and bake a cake

it’s safe to say from the many burnt cakes you and ni-ki have done, you two were in trouble

you both wanted that passing grade so you practiced almost everyday after classes the week before

he was in charge of the icing, apparently according to him it was his specialty

“look y/n!” “how cute! a little unreadable but very cute”

finally. the Day of the exam came

you both had to prepare and bake the cake together under two hours

you were lucky that you both weighed the ingredients before you arrived

it was definitely. The most stressful two hours you two had ever felt

it also didn’t help that ni-ki shooed you away when he was icing the cake

by the end of it, your face was Dusted with flour while ni-ki’s apron had butter and frosting stains all over it

you were instructed by ni-ki and even your teacher, to stand where the fridge was, out of your sight to see what he was doing to the cake

you were hazily scrolling through your phone when jungwon snapped you back into reality

turns out jungwon was outside the room the whole exam because ni-ki told him he needed support and having him there comforted him

almost instantly after your jungwon interaction, ni-ki called you from your table, excitedly waving his arms in the air

“y/n! y/n! i’m finished!” “perfect! let me—”

your eyes widened realising his cake didn’t say anything like ‘happy birthday’ like you two had planned

instead the icing spelt out a prettily written out ‘y/n, will you go on a date with me?’

your eyes seemed to water at the gesture, unsure why you got so emotional at icing

“n-ni-ki... that’s so c-cute” “why are you crying? oh my god you hate me don’t you?”

it took you ten minutes to stop sobbing (happy tears) and you gladly accepted his proposal

so now you got a Good grade and an amazing boyfriend that can... sort of! Cook

while eating the cake you were reminded with something, remembering some words from earlier

wait did mr lee know about this?

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