#this feels like a return to form in a v fun way....

[jesperr-fahey]

these two guys are having an absolutely devastating romantic story with horror elements that is surely going to end in tragedy and carpenter and hayward just. burst in like a fuckin tornado, arguing about shit that no one but them can understand. this show is so good

[iniziare]

Tag drop: Kafka

[stvrnzcherries]

WHEELS ON THE BUS

m. sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: You and Matt have always been best friends, you never felt something else but an incident while you both were in a road trip together might change that.

warnings: soft dom!matt, smut, pet names, use of y/n, foreplay, p in v, degrading kink, sort of breeding kink, edging, bulging, swearing, semi-public sex, unprotected sex (don't).

a/n: After MONTHS of being a lazy ass and also after a TIGHTT week of anxiety, I’m back and better than ever 🤍 expect more coming soon, I appreciate y’all.

Based on this request!

not proofread!

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The cold breeze tingled Matt’s skin, sending shivers down his spine as he kept piling up everyone’s bags inside the car truck, the blue hour of the sky created this dark yet comforting panoramic view of it.

A voice in the distance caught his attention “Wait up!” You taunt, running down to your best friend as a heavy bag carried behind you. You agreed a few days ago to go on this trip with Matt and his family since he was practically begging you to spend an entire week with him; even though he knew you hated the beach, you hated feeling sticky or feeling a singular drop of sweat on your skin, being in heated places was a thing that always drove you to the edge and you would get in a bad mood the whole day because of it.

It was just too excruciating, but you accepted just because your best friend didn't want to spend an entire week without you yet he liked seeing you suffer since he had always known your hatred towards the beach.

“Here ya go,” You said as you lifted the bag with all the strength you had and handed it to Matt, he just looked at you, a cocky smile forming on his lips as he placed your bag on the last spot in the trunk. “You excited?” Matt asked, closing the trunk before his eyes returned to bore into yours waiting for an answer, “If you mean I'm excited about torturing myself an entire week on the beach, then yeah.” You replied sarcastically gaining a chuckle from him, “It’ll be fun, I promise.” He said, patting your head gently.

“I highly doubt that being in the hottest weather ever is fun, Matthew.” You said, sticking your tongue out, he just chuckled and messed your hair a bit, his hand gently moving to cup your cheek as he pinched it delicately, “Thank you for coming either way.” He smiled gently and you returned it.

The eye contact lasted for a few seconds before the lousy voice of Chris caught each other’s attention, you both turned around to see him walking towards you “Time to hit the road!” He says with a big smile as he places his arm around you, he looks at Matt and then at me, “Are you guys ready?” He asked to which you replied with, “Heck yeah! Let’s hit the road!” A bright smile smeared your face as you, Matt, and Chris made your way to the backseats.

When Chris stopped taking hold of you to go to the other side of the car you were left with Matt inside the car and his face giving slight concern. “What’s wrong?” You ask furrowing your brows slightly.

That is when you realize what it was, the backseat had no space left for you, and neither Matt nor you knew what to do, “Fuck.” He muttered to himself looking back to where his brothers were situated and back to you with an awkward face.

Matt thinks for a second before parting his lips to let out the sentence, “You could sit on my lap.” His palm softly patted his lap as he looked at you with a sly smile.

Your lips pursed into a thin line, the awkwardness getting the best of you as you got into the car and carefully down your weight on your best friend’s lap. To which he just placed his hands around your waist and gently sat you down on his lap. “Relax, you’re not heavy at all.” He whispers in your ear as the car door closes.

You looked back at him and smiled shyly, trying to hide the fact that he was caressing the sides of your hips with his thumbs.

The first two hours of the road were completely normal, you and the triplets had a karaoke session for half an hour, and the rest was to talk about what you guys wanted to do as soon as you arrived and enjoy some snacks. But now you guys were only an hour away from the beach house that the triplet's parents rented.

Nick and Chris had fallen asleep for a few minutes and you could also feel your eyes heaving from the energy you wasted the first two hours throughout the way, also the fact that you didn’t sleep that well last night. Matt on the other hand was with his headphones on the minute Chris and Nick closed their eyes.

You patted Matt’s lap to get his attention, you looked back at him as soon as you did that he took his headphones off “You okay? Need something?” He asked with slight concern.

“No, I’m fine, I was just wondering if I could get comfortable so I can sleep while we get there.” You said with a little smile plastered on your face as he nodded.

Matt spread his legs slightly so you could have more space to get as comfortable as possible, you rocked your hips a little to the sides so your lower back could be resting on Matt’s chest level or closer to it, and you rested your head on his shoulder as he put his headphones back on.

Your eyes closed so easily, and your mind drifted to your dreams so swiftly that you couldn’t even imagine.

Thirty minutes left inside the car, you were still in the embrace of Matt’s arms, your position shifting once in a while.

And how clueless of Matt for not thinking how touch-deprived he is, every time you switched your position while your slept you would move your hips or straddle his lap, making his dick twitch against his pants.

His breathing getting heavier, and his body was shaking trying to contain the pure excitement that just the smallest friction could do to him. He felt so guilty for his body reacting and finding pleasure in something meaningless; something completely common and normal.

He closed his eyes, trying to contain these feelings towards you, towards your body to stop the erection that he sooner or later would have to fix all by himself.

And also wish he could arrive as fast as he could to the fucking beach house.

After what seemed like a good twenty minutes of sleep, you finally opened your eyes carefully, trying not to get blinded by the rays of sun that were passing through the window, the change of scenery makes your stomach flutter with joy as you see the ocean peek through the reliefs of the street.

You turned your head to peek at your best friend who seemed to be sleeping, his dark circles showing off a little bit more with this new change of lighting that the car has. You smiled to yourself as you saw your best friend opening his eyes quickly when he felt your gaze on him. “Did you get to sleep for a bit?” You asked, your throat was dry and raspy, nonetheless, a good cup of water could fix it as soon as you guys arrived at the beach house you were staying in.

Matt nodded, his eyes looking away from yours as he changed his position a little, making your weight lift a little, a small poking sensation in your inner thigh as he did this action. Something felt off in your surface.

You looked down, scanning Matt’s lap to check if he had something in his pockets that could make this sudden change in position make you slightly uncomfortable.

Your eyes widened as you took a glance of what was the strange object poking your inner thigh, it wasn’t just an object it was more of a certain body part. You looked away in shame, forcing yourself to stare at the blankly looking headrest in front of you, your stomach feeling fluttered as you tried to stop thinking about what you just witnessed.

The beach house was beautiful outside, it was a two-story victorian summer house, with a small front porch with two wooden chairs and a tiny round wooden coffee table, the breeze hugging your skin nicely, everything seemed to be perfect, the weather in Long Island was just the perfect balance of not too warm and not too cold, it definitely felt like the summer vibes were there.

As you entered the house, your eyes were amazed by the interior, the walls were covered in this beautiful blueish floral wallpaper, the couches looked like they some sort of English sofas, and a small chimney facing a large path to the back porch of the house, the stairs that lead to the way to the different rooms where you would be staying in for the next week.

Matt steps beside you, glancing around the place, “Wanna share a room?” He asked nonchalantly as he looked at you, taking in all of your factions, you looked back at him “I thought you and Chris agreed on sharing the same room, though?” You retorted.

Matt brushed the strands of hair blocking his view, “Yeah, I thought so too until he decided that he now wants to share a room with Nick.” He sighed, “I think I’m going to go upstairs and shower and then take a nap, I feel like I haven’t slept in years.”

You nodded “Alright, I’ll catch you later.” You replied, giving a sly smile to him as he walked upstairs and disappeared out of your sight. Things have gotten awkward since you discovered the hard-rock erection he had back in the entirety of the ride. You didn’t say a word but interacting with him or even just looking at Matt made you nervous somehow.

Your mind kept racing with the thought of seeing his body react that way to you, does this mean he feels turned on by you? Should you do something about it?

A few minutes had passed and you explored the rest of the house already, you carried your bag in your left hand as you went upstairs, a room door slightly opened and a dim light reflected on the inside of it. You pushed the door gently, and the first thing you heard was the shower running down, Matt’s bag half-opened in the bed, you tossed yours to the other side, sitting down beside it, your head had a pounding headache that you couldn’t make it stop.

Scanning the room, you see the bathroom door halfway opened, the fog from the steaming water escaping through it, you could see Matt, his silhouette revealing the way his forehead was resting on the tiled wall of the shower, the water running down his back and cascading through his hair, his hands rubbing his face exhaustingly as he sighed in pure relief.

The way his muscles flexed each time he brushed his hair back was enough to make you soaking wet in your panties. You stood up, your steps closer and carefully just to get a better view of his silhouette.

You were there, your hand opening the door more, the squeaking sound blowing your cover because Matt looked right at you in the eye, the eye contact holding on for what seemed like an eternity. You shut the door and ran down to sit back on the bed.

Would it be worth it to risk it all?

Dawn arrives, you've been playing with Nick and Chris UNO matches for what seems like an hour now on the back porch of the residence, every match Nick either complained or Chris would make a mess and you guys would have to play all over again, that was until Nick threw a tantrum over him and they both went to their separate ways inside the house.

You were lying now on the couch of the living room, bored filling your senses, your phone not even making an effort to entertain you at all. You heard steps coming from the staircase, as you looked up you saw Matt, his hair was still a little wet and he looked like a brand new person in comparison to how he looked a couple of hours ago. “Hey, I’m going to drive around town, I was wondering if you would like to come with me?”

You stood up from the couch, “Sure! I was getting bored, so.” You both walked towards the front door, Matt opening it for you.

The town was almost like a sort of ghost town, with a few people walking down the sidewalk, and making their way to Amangasett beach. The lamp posts illuminated around with a tenuous yellowish light, the night sky revealing a pale moonlight. “Wanna go for a swim?” Matt’s voice takes you out of your trance.

“Yeah, I don't see why not.” You replied with a small smile as you moved to his seat and gave him a side hug, to which he just chuckled and kept his eyes on the road.

Matt parked the car in an almost empty zone at the beach, the place seemed clear of big crowds, just a few couples sitting by the edge of the ocean but no one else. As you got out of the car you took off your shirt and shorts quickly, running down to the ocean as Matt followed your pace, the both of you giggling.

Your body trembled when your toes grazed lightly on the water, the adrenaline and tingling sensation making your heart flutter anxiously, you kept sinking your body until half of your abdomen was fully covered by the ocean, you looked at the moon taking in the sight of it until you felt cold fingertips touch your lower back. “I’m glad you came with us,” Matt said, his voice sounding so distant yet it had a hint of something else you couldn't fully recognize.

He spins you around by grabbing your waist, your eyes meeting his as he pulls you closer, your breaths mixing with each other’s as he takes the sight of your face, his hands still positioned on your lower back. His eyes shone brighter than ever before. “I mean, that’s what friends are for, right?” You looked for a split second at Matt’s lips, his tongue sticking out to lick the inner corners of his lips before parting them.

“Yeah, friends…” He breathed out, his words laced with that unknown feeling you can’t recognize, his eyes giving a glint of lust as he looked at your lips.

Your mind drifts to the moment you both are in the car, his hard rock erection making you question whether it’s worth it to risk the friendship or pretend like it was a little accident, even though it wasn't little at all.

Or the shower incident, nothing of what happened today was by accident, there was not even a chance that it was.

Your attention gets drawn by his breath getting closer to your ear, his voice carefully whispering his words “What you thinking ‘bout?”

You licked your lips, your voice trembling and your words slipping out of your mouth sloppily “Nothing…w-why?” your lips pressing together as his breath reached down your jawline, his lips grazing the fine line of it teasingly, a low dark chuckle getting out of his mouth when he saw you shiver by the smallest contact.

“Remembering what you saw in the bathroom, hm?” His lips pressed tentatively, traveling from your jawline to your neck, you titled your head to the side to grant him more access, his hand sneaking down to grab your throat delicately as he kept abusing your sweet spots. His other hand caresses your waist.

“I don’t have a clue of what you’re talking about…” You breathed out, breathless whimpers coming out of your mouth as Matt kept doing his attack all over your throat, leaving hickeys and wet kisses all over. He hums, Matt’s vibrant voice coursing through your body “Really? How funny, considering you even tried to be sneaky about it.” He says as he returns to kissing your jawline, then your chin, and then he gets to your lips, tempting you to make the move, his teeth biting your lower lip gently.

“Don’t act so innocent now, you were sneaky about your little accident back in the car too.” Your words shut out with such confidence, you looked at him, your eyes piercing his as you took in his reaction of pure shock; his lips parted and that was the chance you decided to get to kiss him. The both of you synchronized perfectly as if your lips were meant to be for his.

Your hands went directly to his chest, your fingertips doing small circles around his collarbone as he pulled you closer by your waist. Your noses were touching at this point and the kiss got more intense, the both of you roaming your hands all over each other’s bodies.

You were now lying down on the backseat of the car, your hand gripping Matt’s hand as he sucked your right nipple, his other hand playing with the left one, your back arched off the seat and your legs were wide open, fully unclothed now in the secluded space that he decided to take you to. Your eyes closed as you let the overwhelming pleasure take control of your body, his tongue swirling around your nipple, your breathless whimpers making Matt get harder beneath you with each passing second.

His kisses trailed to your belly, kissing it intently “I’m going to stuff this beautiful body of yours with my babies” A dark glint on his eyes as he ascended back to your face to kiss you. His hand traveled down to where your folds were, his fingertips adding pressure as he moved them in circles, causing you to gasp at the sudden wave of pleasure you were experiencing. Your hands flew to Matt’s biceps, your nails burying deep inside his skin as he kept getting you all worked up.

His lips rushed to kiss yours, this time more desperate and sloppier than ever as he kept adding more pressure on your sensitive nub, your moans getting louder as the knot in your stomach gets stronger. “m’ god” You babbled between kisses, your eyes closed as you take in all of the ecstasy.

“So close…” You breathed out, the knot snapping any second.

Then suddenly, the feeling stopped, completely gone.

You opened your eyes, Matt’s looking at you with a devious expression as he untied the lace from his shorts, the bulge of his dick very visible even though you are in an almost dark place. “What?” He asked, his head tilting to the side, a low chuckle as he spoke, “Wanted to finish?” You nodded, the desperation clear.

“Why would I let you finish if we haven’t even started? Hm?” He crawled back to be face to face with you, you felt his tip grazing your folds unintentionally, “Spread those legs wider for me, m’kay?” He said in a low voice, almost a whisper.

The desperation and adrenaline fuels your body, your legs spread wider enough to give him space between you, he positioned his tip in your entrance, edging you out even more until you had to practically beg to him. “Matt, please—“ you huff out at the undying desperation that your body was craving.

“Aw, look who’s getting frustrated now…” He coos, his left hand pumping his dick slightly before he slammed into you without warning, his movements frantic and hard, your head hitting the door slightly each time he pounded back inside you.

Your hands flew back to his biceps, gripping onto them for dear life as erratic moans emitted out of your mouth, his pace was nowhere close to being steady, it was sloppier as if he was already on the verge of getting on his own high too.

The tip of his cock was hitting that sweet spot of yours perfectly, making you salivate due to the incredible amount of intoxicating pleasure you were given in twenty minutes. Your mind felt fuzzy, this kind of pleasure was something that you’d stopped experiencing a long ago, your eyes crossing and shutting as you felt that sweet sensation of being closer, Matt abusing that spot deep inside you over and over again.

You couldn't even remember the last time sex felt this good, and never in a million years, you would’ve thought that your best friend would be the one to achieve that with you. Your thoughts stopped as soon as you felt his thumb on your tongue, indicating for you to suck it which you didn’t hesitate to be asked twice.

Your tongue swirled all over his thumb like a lollipop, getting it all wet as you felt the grunts and whines from Matt, the grip his other hand had on your hip getting tighter within two minutes. His pace not slowing down but getting ten times faster than it already was, the car shaking and your hands gripping the door to hold onto dear life.

Pornographic moans emitted out of your mouth as you felt that tight knot forming once again and getting closer and closer to snapping ferociously, your hand gripping tightly onto the seat as your eyes closed.

Matt’s placed his hand to grasp your chin, forcing you to look at him. “All that teasing to get dumb fucked by me?” He said, his voice losing power from time to time.

snap.

Your juices spurt all over the seat and coated Matt’s dick in a thin, sheer coat of hot cum. Moans emitted out of your mouth as your grip on the headrests of the car loosened up due to the lack of strength that your body was capable of holding up. Your legs are all wobbly and your muscles are sore from all the containment that they did.

At this point your mind was fuzzy, too dumb fucked to acknowledge that the well-known knot snapped already, your body too weak to keep upholding Matt’s pace as he kept pumping in and out constantly.

Not too long after, Matt came to his release too. Your juices and his combined deep inside you, he pulled out of you as he admired the conjoined trail of juices coating his shaft. His left hand immediately went deep inside you, making sure his hot seed was ‘secured’. He pulled his fingers out, a popping sound as he did so, and cleaned them off easily, admiring the rest of your body, a gleam on his eyes reflecting the lustful expression of being satisfied enough.

He pulled you close to his body, sitting you straight up as you both recovered, Matt trailing kisses all over your face and repeatedly saying “M’ love you” as he caressed your hair with ease.

Both of your chests were going up and down irregularly, trying to stabilize each other’s breathing back to normality.

Matt’s eyes shifted around the car, taking a look at the foggy windows, a sly smile smearing all over his face as he traced with one of his fingers the foggy window in front of both of you, tracing the words.

‘We just fucked :)’

You finished reading what he traced on the window and chuckled weakly as Matt looked proudly at his ‘work of art’.

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a/n: tysm for 600 followers, wtf I can’t believe we’re already 600 (Nick fic coming real soon as a 600 followers special). It’s funny how I can easily write shit about Chris or Nick but when it comes to Matt, this mf is the hardest person to ever write off 😭 love y’all

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[thatanimewriter]

SPRING HAS SPRUNG.

➳ synopsis: it's spring time and your bird-like tendencies are hitting at full force

➳ character/s: dan heng, jing yuan, dr ratio, aventurine, sunday, midoriya izuku, tokoyami fumikage, uraraka ochako, shinsou hitoshi, amajiki tamaki

➳ warnings: swearing, you got wings and you like nesting, very mildly suggestive (jing yuan, aventurine, sunday), spoilers for aven backstory

➳ notes: i'm back at it with bird!reader stuff because i think it's cute. will i ever do any other content with bnha that isn't birds (this is like, the 4th-), probably not LMAO

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭  / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

── 𝐃𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆.

he's just come back from the luofu n is lowkey kinda stressed cause memories n stuff

so he chooses to go to your room on the express to get some cuddles in

but as soon as he walks in, he sees you on the bed, wings spread and a bunch of shirts and blankets around you

he gave a little 'aww' and removed his shoes and coat before slipping under your wing

you grunted quietly n he was lowkey like 0_0 cause he didn't wanna wake you

but you just shuffled a bit and returned to sleeping

if he doesn't fall asleep with you, he's probably slapping everything from the luofu onto the databank from his phone

he is also in vidyadhara nesting mode probably

so it's just a mess of clothes, blankets, wings and a tail in this strange huddle

maybe you can convince him to get out of the databank and ditch his futon on the floor

── 𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐔𝐀𝐍.

he loves being a little bit lazy, so he's probably come home earlier than he should be (don't tell fu xuan)

he's watching as you build your nest on his bed and he just chuckles and comes to help you set up PRIME abode

you have to convince him to do some of his work in the nest though, otherwise he'll just sleep under your wing

the birds that hide in his hair are living for the nest though, they all come out to have fun

the birds will preen you in your sleep ;v;

you'll be taking a nap and they're out doin whatever and then they start hoppin all over your wings and preening your wings

they don't let jing yuan do it for you, they nip him if he tries and that's the only time they'll be somewhat aggressive to him

this also sucks if you experience any form of heat or rut

all of his birds and his partner are going THROUGH it and you're all such a handful

he's gotta find a way to separate you from his birds so he can spend quality time with you

── 𝐃𝐑 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎.

he also does all his work in your little nest if he isn't soaking in the bath (unlike jing yuan, he's willingly productive)

dude's a nerd, so he probably does know how to preen your wings for you if you let him

he might be reluctant to bathe WITH you if you bathe similarly to a literal bird though

thankfully he has a beeg bath though, so you have room to splash and flap the wings about

he might've gone out and bought the best blankets and pillows for you to make a nest

maybe even bought a circular bed for you both to fit so it's more nest-like

is also probably mildly annoying cause he's a smartass, so any angsty moment is kinda like guys askin if it's shark week

like a swear jar, he has a jar for how often you smack him with your wings

accident or not-

he's coping, but he loves you, so he'll stay with you in your nest and let you shove shiny things in his pockets

── 𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄.

he lives for nesting season, this is his favourite time of year EVER, hands down

does call you baby bird all the time, but it's worse now that it's spring

sorta sad note, but he probably enjoys nesting season so much cause he feels a love and a warmth he never got as a kid-

wrapped in wings and you're a bit more possessive than you would normally be

comfy bed, naps (for you at least, he's got ipc work-)

he once went to work with a feather stuck in his clothes, but he ended up keeping it as an addition

maybe not in the original place, but definitely somewhere on his 'uniform'

would be annoying and keep saying he's very happy to satisfy any SPRINGTIME needs for you

to which you kick him out of your nest :))

he gets invited back in after a few hours, but he's got some groveling to do

── 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘.

he gets it, he sorta has it too

joint nest for the both of you with all your favourite blankets and pillows

obviously he doesn't have big wings like you do, but he helps preen your feathers and you get to do the same

if you nap together, he flaps his wings in your face to wake you up with a lil :3

he has all the blankets as part of the nest but his favourite blanket is your wings

kinda gatekeeps you a bit in spring, he doesn't want people he doesn't trust going near you

n he doesn't wanna leave you either, he wants to stay in the nest and cuddle and nap ;v;

probably sex as well, but-

he brings you shiny things daily, but it becomes a slight problem when you run out of shelf room

the wind power than generates from you flapping your wings in a fit is definitely more than his and he's a lil bit jealous ._.

── 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔.

he's got all your care instructions in his little quirk notebook, so he's all set to be by your side all spring

he will never say no to a nap in the nest, ever

when the dorm rooms come in, you've got a sunken circular bed for your nesting habits

he has a lot of photos of you tucked in, sleeping with your wings outstretched

a lot of sketches as well cause he thinks you look oh so adorable when you're hidden away in bed

highkey wishes you could permanently live in the same dorm just to have access to your nest

turns all your loose feathers into quills for fun

he brings you shiny things if he sees them when he's out and brings them to you

he thought he'd have to convince you to leave the dorms, but it's actually the opposite way around

he likes the warmth, he likes your company, why can't he stay >:((

── 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄.

he gets it pt. 2

his head is actually hair, not feathers (yeah i know right-), so you'd have to teach him how to preen your wings for you

BUT you have dark shadow as well, so tokoyami has one wing, dark shadow has the other

and you get your care done twice as fast

tokoyami nuzzles his beak into the crook of your neck when you nap

probably nibbles on your wings a little bit by accident to preen you, but you don't mind, you think it's funny

he will help you tidy and make your nest, but it might cause arguments sometimes over where pillows should go

it's a bit of a squashed bed situation if you did a sleepover

the dorm beds aren't super big for this stuff, so you can't curl up that much

but you make do with what you have

── 𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐀 𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐎.

she loves spring time ;v;

the nice weather, the flowers, the warmth of your nest when you set it up

also, what a great excuse for a day in should she want one???

just say that her partner is having spring time blues and you need her with you to get through it

she brings the fluffiest blankets for you both to snuggle under, but she's still getting used to the sheer size of your nest

more squish than she thought there would be cause there's SO MANY pillows

turned some of your feathers into jewellery like earrings and probably a dream catcher tbh

she can float, so if you wanna do little flying sessions, she's so down to come

chilling in the nest with a hot chocolate and a movie or series is a great way to relax at the end of a day

she will also stroke your wings if you fall asleep before her, but she'll fall asleep soon after if you do-

── 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈.

listen, he'll take ANY reason to stay home that he can, and he will be so happy to spend his day in with you

he might be a little shit and tease you for how fussy you get about your nest and your grooming

but he will cuddle with you and he will help you tidy yourself if you want him to

probably for feathers nearer your back, cause you can't reach as easily

he has a lot of photos of you sleeping in his camera roll, and if you snatch his phone in spring, it's all you

lots of little butterfly kisses all over in the mornings when you're both waking up

he also tells people to fuck off if they want either of you for something when you're actively isolating from society

his bed hair is WILD though, so maybe you have to preen him more than you initially thought

it's already a mess, but it's even more of a nest

he made a joke that you could sleep in his hair once and he spent that night in his own bed ._.

── 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐊𝐈 𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈.

he will combust n explode

you're so cute when you're nesting and snuggling into your bed, his heart can't take it

he thinks you're trying to kill him, but if you are, he'll die happy at least

sometimes will grow his own wings to get double wing action when you nap in the nest

he appreciates the domesticity of spring time for you and probably thinks about what this might be like when you graduate ua

but he blushes so hard thinking about a future (with you) that he hides under your wings and doesn't resurface until he has to

it's not him who has photos of you in your nest, instead it's mirio who has the photos

he permeates through the dorm walls to tell you guys things but you're usually sleeping in your free time in spring

he says it's for the inevitable wedding so he can do a presentation about how he's your no. 1 supporter

you're jealous of tamaki, cause he doesn't have to preen his wings, he just eats chicken and grows amazing wings ;v;

[angel-kyo]

Pay it no mind

Part VIII

In which reader confesses their feelings to Gojo, but it seems these are not returned (maybe?).

Warnings: reader is on the receiving end of rejection (kinda), and the fact that I'm obsessed with unrequited love is a warning itself.

Previous: Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII

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“Don’t tell me you’re scared, Suguru.” Satoru smirked at his friend, who rolled his eyes in response.

“As if I would lose to you.” Suguru passed him the ball. “Give it your best.”

Satoru was aiming for the hoop when Shoko arrived at the basketball court just in time to see him miss the shot.

Geto laughed at him. “Yeah, I'm terrified,” he said sarcastically. “If you need support, maybe Shoko can join your team.”

“Heck no,” the girl said with a light smirk on her face as she sat down on the floor.

“It’s still a tie, isn’t it?” Gojo retrieved the ball and passed it back to Suguru. He then looked at Shoko. “Where is [name]?”

She lifted her gaze to meet Gojo’s easy smile. “I think they went out.”

Satoru knew you had plans, but he had figured you would come and check on him and Suguru before leaving. That was what you always did after they returned from a mission in which you had not been included, and he would do the same for you in the rare occasions you were not sent with him.

“With that guy from the coffee shop?” Gojo turned to Suguru’s voice. He had left the ball on the floor and joined Shoko.

Shoko nodded and another smaller, even softer smile started forming on her lips. “I think so.”

Geto had meant no malice with his question, but with the number of times you had escaped the school grounds to go to the city, and how often you had mentioned your new friend and talked about the many things you had in common, he had finally picked up on what all of Shoko’s teasing was about. To him, it looked like you were excited about your new friend, the same way kids in elementary school would be ecstatic every time they met someone who matched their likes and energy.

“Again, huh?” Satoru picked up the ball Suguru had abandoned, and threw it again. This time it went right through the hoop. He did not chase after it.

Unfortunately, Satoru was still much like a child as well, and he did not seem so happy about being detached of his position as your closest and most exciting friend. He was used to being the one you would go out with, laugh the most with and tell all the news about the things you liked, even if he did not share the same interests. Thinking about you doing that with someone else... it just did not feel right.

“I don’t get what's so great about him, though.” Suguru noticed how his friend's mood had changed by his tone.

Shoko saw the ball Satoru had thrown bounce away.

“They have a lot in common, and he is actually nice,” she commented.

Ieiri was not trying to be mean. In fact, she felt a bit bad for Gojo. Since Ikeda had entered your social circle, you had been spending a significant part of your free time with him. You would still spend time with her here and there, so it had not really been enough for her to miss you, but she realized that, for Gojo, who was used to being around you most of the time, that was probably not enough.

He's used to the whole feast, and you are feeding him crumbles.

“It’s good they are having fun,” Suguru supported.

“Yeah, I guess,” Satoru mumbled.

What Satoru had really wanted to say was that the four of you would always have the most fun together. You had other friends, he knew that, but you had never seemed so... captivated by any of them. Could it be you were not having fun with him anymore?

Suguru’s voice interrupted his thoughts. “Are they...dating?”

The question had been directed to Shoko, but it was Satoru the one who froze in place. That possibility had not crossed his mind.

"I mean, how do you know you like someone like... you know... romantically?" Your voice echoed in his head.

Had you been talking about that guy?

Ieiri shrugged. “It’s not my place to say. Wouldn’t Gojo know?” Her look in Satoru’s direction indicated she was passing the question to him.

“They are not,” the white-haired boy replied too quickly.

Maybe he had answered what he wanted to believe, but you would have told him if that were the case, right? Because you would not hide that from him, right?

***

“Satoru, do you remember Ikeda?”

You had held it in for too long. Once you started talking, the words burst out faster than you could think them through. You told him everything about how you had reencountered with Haruki; the shampoo, the store, him living abroad, Osaka, Tokyo, the book he had lent you, everything.

In a strange way, it felt as if you were coming clean about an infidelity, which did not make any sense, so you ignored that thought.

I didn't do anything wrong. Not telling him things makes me feel guilty, that's all.

But what was stranger was that Gojo listened to you in complete silence.

“...So that’s what I wanted to tell you.” You held your breath.

Satoru's expression was the perfect definition of poker face, and you felt like he was going to call all your bets off any second.

However, his reaction shocked you.

“I see... Well, then are you ready to go? The movie will start soon.” He stood up, still looking at you.

“What?” Did he even listen? “I mean, y-yes, I’m ready, but…” He was already marching away from you.

“Hm?” He tilted his head.

Was he really not going to say anything? You had said all of that aloud, had you not? You blinked once, twice.

“Nothing... Let’s go.” You followed after him.

***

Satoru had been rather quiet on your way to the theater, and even quieter during the movie, which, while being socially expected from the public during any type of performance, was unusual on him. And now, he was barely looking your way, fully devoted to his ice cream.

You held your own ice cream to your lips and kept an eye on the man sitting next to you.

He said nothing; yet why do I feel like we are not okay?

Satoru looked at you. “Not hungry?”

“Too much popcorn, I guess. Do you want it?” You offered him your ice cream and he took it with the same smile he would always have when accepting anything you had not eaten.

More silence followed.

Once he finished, he placed his hands on the table.

“What did you think about the movie?” you asked, itching for conversation. Quiet Satoru was a scary Satoru.

“It was good,” he replied without looking at you. His eyes were scanning the few other customers at the ice cream shop; a family ordering at the counter, two young girls at the next table, and a couple sitting farther away.

He wondered if you two also looked like a couple. Probably not now, he thought, we are not even talking much. If anything, we look like a couple having a silent fight.

He knew he was being stiff in comparison to what he was always like around you, but he could not help it. It was not only that Ikeda Haruki had returned unexpectedly or that you and he had been seeing each other over the past weeks. What truly disturbed Gojo was that you had not mentioned a word about it until now.

He did not want to think of what kind of relationship you had with Ikeda now, but he had thought you told each other pretty much everything. If you were ‘seeing’ someone, in whatever way it was, what did it mean that you had kept it from him for so long?

***

“Doesn’t he have to work or something?” Satoru was glaring at Ikeda, who was at another table and whose hand was resting too close to yours.

Your classmates had gone to pick you up to have dinner together, but when Shoko saw you sitting at a table for two with Haruki, she had pushed the boys to a different table.

“We are the only people here and we told the other waiter we would not order anything, so…”

“But shouldn’t we be leaving?”

From his angle, Suguru could peek at Satoru’s eyes narrowing behind his shades.

Suguru checked the time on his cellphone. “There is no rush, and it would be rude to interrupt them.” He looked at you then back at Gojo.

As time progressed, he had noticed Satoru growing more and more irritated whenever Haruki was mentioned, not to say the ready-to-kill look on his face at the sight of the poor guy.

If asked about it, Satoru would only say that he did not trust your 'friend', who had appeared from nowhere, who was a non-sorcerer, and who was obviously 'a player'. You were aware of Satoru’s opinions on Ikeda, but you had always dismissed his comments as friendly concern. Geto had thought so too at first, remembering how Satoru had also been a bit territorial when you and he first started hanging out. However, Satoru had eased on him sooner rather than later.

On the contrary, Gojo's attitude towards Ikeda was not improving; in fact, it was getting worse. Suguru was no longer sure there were no deeper feelings involved.

“Shoko?” Satoru looked at her, convinced that she would be reasonable and give him the green light to go there and take you home.

“No,” was all she said without even taking her eyes off her cellphone.

“He is going to talk their ears off,” Gojo murmured.

Shoko thought Gojo was no different. Yaga often scolded him for talking too much in class, and half of those times, it was you the one he had been talking to. However, Satoru would probably be offended if she dared compare him to Haruki out of all people.

“I don’t think they mind,” she only commented, because it seemed true. She had heard you praise Haruki’s sense of humor and conversation a handful of times. He was lively and always had something nice to say, or so was your opinion.

The three of them saw you get up and rush to them. “His break is over. Sorry I made you wait.”

“It’s fine." Suguru smiled and everyone stood up. "Satoru is in a bit of a hurry to get that pizza, though.”

“Let’s go,” Satoru said, casually wrapping an arm around your shoulders as he looked in Haruki’s direction once more.

One day, after you returned to the dorms, Satoru had been waiting for you, saying he wanted to borrow something, and he also took the opportunity to ask if you were dating ‘the flirty waiter guy’.

“Don’t call him that," you had told him. "And no, it’s not like that. We are just friends.”

If he has such pure intentions as [name] believes, he won’t mind.

But when Gojo looked at him, Haruki was no longer wearing that sweet smile that he despised so much. Their eyes locked.

You turned your head to wave goodbye to Ikeda once more and Satoru saw the boy's defying expression swiftly transform into that of the innocent friend you praised so much.

I knew it.

Satoru had never wanted to pull you away from someone faster.

***

Yeah, I remember him all too well.

Satoru was laying on his bed in the comfort of his home. After your little outing to the movies and the ice cream shop, he had walked you home but made no excuse to stay at your place.

He had felt bad for cutting all your conversation attempts short, but he had not been himself; just as he had not meant to completely ignore everything you said about Haruki at your home, but he had, and he understood he made you both uncomfortable in the process.

Of course that threw you off. You had spoken for a while, briefing him on all the events that had taken place in the last weeks concerning the guy that was back in your life, as if you were reporting the details of a mission to Yaga, and Satoru had just dismissed it as if you had told him you had seen a bird outside.

He had listened to every word you said, but...

“You don’t get to decide who I hang out with,” you had told him a long time ago.

If he voiced his thoughts, would that open a crack between you two again?

He tossed and turned all night. Your bed was definitely more comfortable.

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Note: I just wanted to say thank you all for reading. I know I always say it, but I mean it, so I want you to know I do. <3

Next: Part IX

@mavs-stuff @witchbybirth @crookedlyaddictedone-blog @tqd4455 @maybe-a-bi-witch @mo0nforme @maliakealoha @zacatecanaaaa @blushhpeachh @astriarose @missesgojosatoru @ba-ks @sukunasleftkneecap

[loverickyys]

https://x.com/kuririnbin/status/1772946180093214848?s=46&t=eeEBGJqpus8HQgl05Q-vxQ

ITS 🐇 ANON AGAIN BUT THATS NOT IMPORTANT WHAT IS IMPORTANT HAVE YOU SEEN THIS ?????? anything. inspired. by. this. please. i beg you on my knees queen

hello love!

istg does he even know how crazy his fans are?! always pulling shit like this?!

Imagine gunwook over at your house for a sleepover. Just a casual, fun and cute sleepover, both of you curled up together wearing comfy pajamas, sitting on the couch watching a tv show with lights off. He is down on the ground on a mattress between your legs, sipping a diet coke can as you massage his shoulders absentmindedly, engrossed in the tv show. A few minutes pass and the characters of the tv show start to make out, causing the air around you and gunwook to tense up a little bit. He becomes completely still under your fingers and you have to call out his name softly. This startles him, making him spill the diet coke all over his checkered shirt.

You can't help but chuckle when he stands up from the mattress all embarrassed about making a mess when you offer to get him a spare shirt from your cupboard. A sheepish smile forms on his face as you return back with a pink tshirt which is definitely way too small for him. You stand in front of him on the mattress holding the tshirt out for him as he starts to unbutton his slowly. Once his shirt off you can't help but stare at his torso, broad shoulders and defined collar bones tapering down to a tiny waist, pajamas sitting low on his hips and a prominent v line peeking at you, looking gorgeous under the dim lighting. Your daze his interrupted by a loud moan coming from the tv as both of your heads fling in the direction to see the source; a full blown sex scene now happening in the tv show, the female lead getting fucked by her co-star on the couch.

"It can't be that good for her to moan like that right?" you whisper inattentively.

"I don't know, but it must feel good." gunwook answers your question.

Your eyes flicker back at him, his meeting yours, a tinge of desire visible as he bits his lower lip. Your hand which holds the tshirt slowly withdrawing and a smirk forming on your lips. "How about you and I have a different kind of sleepover today?"

[komitomi]

Could I request Sae having bath sex with his s/o?

Man's just had a long day. Of course, his darling wife is worried and just wants to spoil him.

She cooks him a filling dinner and runs him a warm bath complete with bath bombs and flower petals.

But, just as they're relaxing. S/O feels Sae's hands grope her on all sides. Teasing and rubbing every part of her body until she feels tingly. All of a sudden, Sae pushes her against the tub (gently) and starts eating her out.

Oh, but he's not done. As she feels her legs quake, Sae inserts his cock into her pussy and starts moving at animalistic thrusts.

MHMMM YESSS <3 THIS IS SO GOOD ANON.

Itoshi sae x afab!f!reader

MDNI, NSFW CONTENT: p in v, bathtub sex, oral (f.receiving), sae pull out game strong, teasing, use of good girl (once), this is kind of short :( + not proofread, also my first time writing bathsex !

this also took WEEK to write, not cause it is long or anything but just cause I got so busy irl 😭, sorry for the wait anon! <3

WC: ??

You were in the kitchen preparing for dinner, cutting vegetables when you heard the front door open and close followed with a sound of baggage being dropped and a long sigh, it was sae, and from the sound of it, he seemed extremely tired.

He enters the living room and immediately crashes into the couch, groaning in pleasure when his back hits the soft cushioning as he dozes off, you were going to ask how his day was but you see his tired form and conclude that it was probably very rough.

Wasting no time, you immediately sped your pace and added the vegetables into the soup, while that was cooking, you chopped up some cucumbers into pieces and added seasoning, And set up the empty dishes on the table.

You added the cucumbers into the small bowl, you heard the ding of the rice cooker indicating that it was finished cooking, you took a frying pan and added oil and let it heat up before adding the meat to the pan, the sizzling noise was so satisfying.

Sae woke up from his light nap when the aroma of food filled his nose, he took a big whiff taking in the amazing smell, he made his way tiredly to the kitchen and saw you placing down the dishes, you looked up at him and smiled.

“I was going to wake you up just now.” you said and he returned you a small smile before he made his way to the table and looked at the dishes you made before he gave you a kiss on the cheek and sat down.

“Thank you for the food, love.” he says and signals you to sit and eat with him, which you follow.

You both have a very long conversation about how his day went, he told you he had a long day and it was exhausting and apologized for not greeting you when he came home, which he usually does, but you told him it was nothing to worry about, it was small moments like this which makes his heart fill with content, just eating a fulfilling meal with his wife and talking while doing so.

You cleaned up the table, picking the used dishes and placing them in the sink, sae was on his phone while you were preparing a bath, lighting up scented candles, adding a bathbomb into it before finishing it up with rose petals.

You called sae over and he put his phone down before he followed where your voice was coming from, he was slightly shocked at your act of kindness but you just gave him a smile.

“Wanna hop in with me?” you say with a smirk which makes him nod eagerly, you chuckle before saying “Well, let's wash up first then.”

You undo your clothes and he does the same, taking in the sight of your body, you unhook the detachable shower head before spraying water all over your body along with his, you decide to tease him by spraying it right into his face which he fights back by grabbing the shower head and turning it towards your face.

You gasp and he giggles slightly at your reaction, he loves doing fun childish stuff with you, just enjoying yourselves without a care of the world, being lost in the moment of your playfulness.

Finally, you were done washing up, sae hopped in the bathtub and settled down in a comfortable position, he throws his head back in pleasure as he relaxes in the water, it eased his muscle ache and was so therapeutic, you followed along him and settled in between his legs, you rested your back against his chest.

Both of you stayed like that for a while, relaxing and enjoying the moment until you felt sae's hands travel the outline of your waist before stopping at your breasts, you watched as he gave them a light squeeze making you gasp.

One of his hands trailed down while the other remained on your breast, rubbing and pinching your nipples, the other hand slowly made its way towards your thigh before settling on your inner thigh, he rubbed slow circles, teasing you as you watched his hand so close yet so far from your cunt.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach as sae left a trail of kisses down your neck to your shoulder while his both hands toyed with your body parts, making you feel tingly and whiny.

His hand suddenly presses against your clit which makes you gasp as he rubs circles onto it, you're disappointed when he retreats his hand back but surprised when you feel yourself being pushed against the bathtub, with sae now in front of you.

You look up at him in anticipation, he kisses you on the mouth before leaving kisses down your neck and grinding himself against you, he pulls back and grips your thighs and lifts your hips up just enough for your pussy to be slightly out of water.

He leans back before wrapping his arms around your thighs to keep them apart and kisses your core which makes you tense, he gives your pussy one long lick making you gasp and throw your head back against the bathtub.

His tongue swirls against your clit, nipping on it time to time, your hands fly to grip his hair and grind yourself against him, he then inserts one of his fingers into your hole, “f-fuck! Sae!” you moan out.

“Hm? Do you not like this?” he asks teasingly as he continues to eat you out, while he pumps his finger in and out of you, “I- I like it- b-but fuck! 'ts too much!” you say between your moans as you feel your high approaching, you hear him chuckle against you as he curls his fingers inside your, hitting at gspot.

You arch your back as you feel the overwhelming rush of pleasure coarse through your body, coming undone on his fingers as he brings his face to lick you clean.

He pulls away and watches your chest heave up and down, your eyelids slightly open as you breathe heavily, trying to register your high, he let goes of your thigh and pushes your hips back in the water before lining his cock against your entrance.

He slowly slides it in, throwing his head back as he grips the top edges of the bathtub where your head was resting, with a low groan. You too mimic his movements. He doesn't give you time to adjust and moves at a rapid pace, you grip on his arms tightly and look up at him, he leans down you catch your lips in his as he continues his thrusts.

“o-oh God! You feel so fucking good.” he utters as he pulls away from your lips, “So good for me.. Taking in my cock like a good girl!” he praises you, making you blush, “Thanks for everything earlier babe.” he leans again to kiss you, appreciating you.

His rhythmic thrusts slowly become more sloppy and you know he's near his limit, so you help him by grinding against him which makes him let out a guttural moan.

You were also near your orgasm as you feel him hitting all the right spots making you whine against him which makes him even more feral than he already was, with a few more harsh thrusts against your cunt, you finally cum, alongside with him.

He quickly pulls out and pumps his cock with his hand to aid him through finish, his white cum spurts out into the water as few drops of it land on your waist.

The sight was immediately making him hard once again, but he knew more than to push his limits or yours.

He quickly repositions both of you guys into the original position with your back pressed against his chest and his face rests in your neck, staying in each other's embrace for a while.

[hrefna-the-raven]

The dress

Main masterlist - Fallout masterlist

Summary: you found a well preserved dress from the pre-war era and you just had to try it on

Warnings: smut (18+)

Notes: I got sidetracked by Gage's charm 😅

Gage loosely draped the towel around his waist and marched into the spacious chamber of the Fizztop Grille. Having spent an entire day of shooting through ghoul infested areas, crawling through the dirt and almost getting knocked out by the spinning carousel, you had the audacity to shove him aside to shower first. You might have been the Overboss, but he was the one to put you in that position and as he spent time with you, he grew soft on you but that would end now. He was determined to draw a clear line when it came to shower privileges.

"Now listen up bo-"

He stopped in his tracks, finger still lifted, his eyes glued to your form. You were standing by the window, your damp hair cascading down, gracefully running your hands along your curves as you spun around in that delightful teal blue tea swing dress you had stumbled upon earlier. The V neckline dipped just below your breasts, revealing just enough to set Gage's mind ablaze. He wanted to be mad but he remained rooted to the spot, as though struck by lightning, unable to move a single muscle apart from the stirring between his legs. He swallowed a moan that was forming in the back of his throat, unsure whether he wanted to run out of the room or kiss you right then and there. You finally turned around, your eyes meeting his and with a broad smile on your lips and you danced over to him.

"I think I gonna keep this one, it looks gorgeous. I haven't been able to wear anything like this since before the bombs dropped, it's a miracle this dress is in such a good condition after two centuries."

You hummed, spinning around but were abruptly stopped by Gage's hands holding your shoulders. For a short moment the air crackled with that sweet anticipation, both of you staring at each other. It was strange gazing into both of his hazel green eyes, hardened by the life he lead and yet holding an alluring beauty to them. Before you could utter a single word, his lips crashed onto yours, pouring all the love he tried to hide from you into this one passionate kiss. Breaking away first, he chuckled softly as he struggled to catch his breath. His calloused fingers tenderly brushed aside a stray strand of hair from your face before caressing your cheek.

"You're a real stunner, you know that?", he spoke in a gentle voice.

"And you're a big old softie", you hummend in response, earning a heartfelt laughter from Gage, "so what comes next?"

"Next?", a mischievous smirk formed on his lips, "the fun stuff."

His hand lifted up the hem of your dress while he placed his other hand between your thighs. His heart skipped a beat when he noticed the lack of underwear.

"Naughty boss", he chuckled, dragging two fingers along your folds.

You moan shamelessly, running your fingers over his growing bulge underneath the towel.

"Seems your just as naughty", you smirked.

The sounds spilling from his lips as you kept caressing him are delicious, the sweetest melody played for your ears only. You gasped when he pushed two fingers into you, curling them slightly as he kept thrusting them at a merciless pace. Your arms wrapped around his neck, your head tilting back, eyes shut tight, attempting to resist the approaching orgasm. Gage charmed his way into your heart the moment you set eyes on him. His gravelly voice, the irresistible grin and that big heart buried under the many layers of a hard life, it was impossible to not fall for him.

Gage found himself trapped in the same situation the moment you stepped into the Gauntlet. That untouched pre-war beauty combined with the toughness and sarcasm pierced right through his heart. He knew instantly that there was no return from the feelings that grew deep within him. He managed to hold on until today, the resistance he clung to became futile the moment he saw you in that damned dress.

"Porter", you moaned, your gaze meeting his, lips parted slightly.

He growled deeply when he felt your walls clench around his fingers as you came undone, drowning in the pleasure he gave you. You chuckled, panting heavily while your mind was still hazy from the orgasm that just waashed over you. Gage licked his fingers clean, humming content as your sweet taste filled his mouth.

"I...I should maybe return the favour", you murmured, reaching to remove the towel, but he stopped you.

"Nah boss, I'm damn fine with watching you like this for now", he placed a gentle kiss on your lips, "ain't makin' promises for later though."

Feel free to reblog if you enjoyed the story 😊

[ar4chn333]

“One More Night”

Michael Bluth x fem reader

Smut ahead!!

Fem reader, p in v, explicit consent (very seggsy), soft dominant Michael

Probably my best work, ngl

…

“Don’t stay up talking too late, guys! Good night!” You chirp as you give George Michael and Maeby a soft smile before turning off their bedroom light and shutting the door. Letting out a sigh of relief, you find your shoulders dropping at the thought of finally being able to return to your own house. Though you loved spending time with George Michael and Maeby, you were ready to sink into the warmth of your covers. Michael had left on a business trip five days ago and needed someone to care for George Michael while he was gone. God knows he couldn’t rely on any of his siblings to do so. You offered to look after Maeby too, though she was plenty used to being without a guardian. Your family was quite close to the Bluths, having designed cabinets for their homes for over twenty years.

Though you’d met Lucille and George plenty of times during their business meetings with your parents as a child, you’d never seen Michael until a couple of months ago. God, was he gorgeous. Overcome with butterflies, you’d only spoken a few words to him in your first meeting and felt a twinge of guilt for fawning over a man so many years your senior. But the way he smiled at you sent waves of tingliness through your chest, words oftentimes failing to form at the sight of his devastatingly beautiful blue eyes. The tension between you could practically be cut with a butter knife as you two saw each other more, but neither was bold enough to make a move. Naturally, when he called you in need of a last-minute babysitter, you were more than happy to help him.

…

10:30 pm? Michael was supposed to be home by now to relieve you of babysitting duties. Looking over at your phone, you see a text from Michael.

“Got off the flight a tad later than expected, will be home around 11:00.”

“No worries!” you reply.

Drained from the day, you flop on the couch in the living room, quickly drifting off to sleep. Cuddled up with a blanket, your hair splays delicately along the pillow. Resting dreamlessly, you await Michael patiently. Suddenly, you jolt sharply at the sensation of Michael’s hand on your shoulder, waking you. Inhaling quickly, you look up at him, surprised for a moment, but your face quickly softens. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” he says sympathetically, carefully removing his hand from your shoulder. You wish it had stayed. “I’m so sorry I’m late—my flight was delayed,” he says. “No worries! I was practically passed out, so I barely noticed,” you reply mid-yawn. “I better get going if I’m going to make it home before I pass out again. George Michael, Maeby, I had a ton of fun.” you chirp.

He pauses, mouth opening as if to form a sentence. He hesitates, but eventually his words come spilling out. “Why don’t you sleep here tonight? It's dangerous to dive tired. You can use my room like you have been, so you don’t have to move your stuff, and I’ll crash out in the living room.” You lived around thirty minutes away and were certainly not looking forward to the drive. Admittedly, you were a bit giddy about spending more time with Michael, even if it meant simply waking up and seeing him and the kids briefly before you left. “That’ll probably be a good idea, I’m absolutely exhausted,” you reply groggily. “I can imagine–they’re a handful,” he sighs knowingly.

You walk up the stairs to Michael’s room, where you’d left your things from sleeping there while babysitting, and begin to change into your sleeping clothes. Your body tingles with adrenaline from the conversation you had not one minute ago, suddenly awake. You wonder if he feels the same. Sitting on the bed, you promise yourself you’ll confess your feelings in the morning–or at least hint at them. Just then, a knock comes at the door.

“Hey! So sorry, I just need to get something from my dresser. Are you decent?” He calls through the door.

“Oh! Yes! Come on in!” you say instinctively. Though perhaps you should have covered up first as your bottoms were quite short, and the shape of your nipples showed through your cami in plain view as you sat upright on the bed.

Walking in, you caught his eye, provoking a split-second wide-eyed look before he respectfully turned away and went about fishing clothes out of his dresser. “Did George Michael and Maeby behave okay?”

“They were wonderful! I think I finally got Maeybe to like me! She only rolled her eyes at me thrice.” you chuckle.

“That’s got to be some kind of record,” he adds, smiling toward you, eyes shining in the warm yellow light of his bedroom.

His gaze lingers, the tension growing thicker before he somewhat abruptly turns away and says, “Good night! See you in the morning!”

“Michael…” you call out softly, his hand on the bedroom doorknob. Lifting yourself off from the seat of your bed, your body rages with adrenaline. His eyes widen as you walk slowly toward him. You search for something–anything to indicate he wanted you as much as you wanted him. You reach out an arm to touch his shoulder. “Good nigh–” you begin, but before you make contact, he lunges towards you, one arm wrapping around your torso, the other on your cheek, pulling you against his hungry lips. The feeling of his warmth next to you is enough to make you melt, his taste so delicious you feel like you’d been a woman starved. He pulls back briefly to make eye contact, his face flushed. Smiling, you pull him into another kiss as he locks the door to the room. His touches grow deeper and heavier, and his breaths against your mouth ring distinctly in the tone of his voice, making you grow wetter by the second. His hands make their way about your waist, caressing and pulling you flush against him. They wander down to your ass, and you instinctively jump onto his hips, arms wrapping around his neck, your lips never losing contact for a moment. Sensing the ground moving beneath you, you soon feel the pressure of the bedroom wall on your back. Michael presses his hips closer to yours, and you let out a desperate moan, hand tightening its grip on his hair.

Michael feels the heat radiating from between your legs, your entire torso burning with want for him. Your whimpering sounds testify to your desperate need for him, making him feel like an animal, subtle growls escaping his lips as his tongue meets yours. Pulling back just briefly, “Do you want this?” he asks. You tighten your grip on his hair, pulling his ear toward your mouth with a firm but gentle force. “I want you to fuck me, Michael,” you coo, inhibition having left your body long ago. He didn’t need to be told twice. He spins around, now facing the bed, and you fall back onto it as he climbs on top of you. Lifting your shirt off your head, he grips your breast while leaving sloppy kisses on your neck and collarbone, moaning at the taste of your skin. Head trailing down, his mouth makes contact with your nipple, causing you to arch your back, pressing your chest closer to him. The texture of his soft lips and rough stubble send chills down your torso. Writhing beneath him, you feel his cock rock-hard beneath his pants. “I want you inside of me,” you whisper impatiently.

Sliding a hand to your shorts, he places a hand over your lower stomach, just above your underwear, savoring your lewd expressions, brows furrowed, mouth agape. Teasing you, his fingers slide along the upper hem of your panties, watching intently as you yearn for him to touch you. Your hand trails down to push his closer to your heat, but he catches your wrist mid-travel and, with the same hand, grasps your other wrist, pinning them singlehandedly over your head. An impish look spreads across his face as you struggle against him, unable to find your release, its potential energy building by the second. “Be patient, baby, I’m gonna savor you.” Biting your lip, your eyes lock, and his hand slowly slides beneath your underwear, where he slides a finger through your folds, eliciting a breathy moan. With your arms still hopelessly pinned, he begins to circle your clit, your hips bucking involuntarily at the sensation. Looking down at his hand, you see the muscles in his forearm moving, overlaid by his watch glittering in the light as he continues to pleasure you.

You groan as he takes his hands off of you to stand and undo his belt, your legs spread open for him, palms lining the inside of your thighs, which begin to tremble slightly in anticipation. He practically rips off his shirt, hair flying messily over his forehead as his belt clinks on the floor. He looks down at you–you’re doe-eyed, fully exposed, and ready for him to fuck you. Hard. Freeing his throbbing cock, he slides his torso between your legs, placing one atop his shoulder. “God, he’s fucking perfect,” you think to yourself. He slides the tip of his member up and down your folds, a shuddering breath escaping his lips. You gasp in unison as he presses his tip into you, sliding himself forward. He’s sizeable, to say the least, eliciting a whimper from you as you adjust to him. “Fuck, Michael,” you wince in a tone of half pleasure, half pain as he fills you up. “Shh, baby, you’ll wake the kids,” he coos, putting a firm finger to your lips. Before he finishes the sentence, his hips begin to rock against yours, cock sliding against your walls. You don’t want to wake them, but you can’t help the sounds you make as he thrusts inside of you, each movement building the knot of pleasure in your stomach. You whimper pathetically and uncontrollably as he fucks you. His fingers trail along your neck and to your jaw, index and pointer making their way into your mouth, your lips wrapping around them. Sucking gently, your moans are reduced to high-pitched hums, making way for you to hear more of his delicious sounds. “You feel so good, y/n,” he groans in a sultry voice, his eyes locking with yours.

Removing his hand from your mouth, he places it beside you to leverage his increasingly powerful thrusts. “Oh, Michael!” Moans escape from your lips in rapid succession as he pounds your throbbing pussy, hips crashing into yours. “Good girl, take it.” Hand traveling to the headboard to keep you in place, your body begins to shake uncontrollably around his cock. Eyes rolling back, waves of hot electricity force their way through your body, the strings comprising the knot in your stomach pull like a ripcord against it, unraveling it fully. Yelps escaping from your mouth, you grasp desperately at Michael's back, nails clawing at his skin as he fucks you through your orgasm. He follows shortly behind, moaning into your open mouth as he comes inside of you.

In the afterglow of your releases, Michael lays down beside you, holding your body close to his. His breathing rings warmly in your ears. “I’m glad you stayed for one more night,” he whispers. “Me too,” you reply, gazing into his perfect eyes. Smiling, he coos in your ear, “I’d love for you to stay for more–and days, of course.” Your face lights up, beaming at his suggestion. “I would love that too. Though I might need some help getting to the bathroom. I get the feeling I won’t be able to walk if I try to stand,” you chuckle.

💕I hope y’all liked it!! Author’s note in comments💕

[mrsnegan]

Look at you

Pairing: Negan x female!Reader, Joel x female!Reader (mentioned)

Summary: There was no way you could resist Negan's charm any longer, even if you just shared the bed with Joel.

Warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, cheating (but not really, because there's no established relationship or exclusivity), creampie, cumplay, dirty talk, daddy kink (just a bit), a bit of jealousy and also angst, a bit of degradation, but also praise, age gap (but not defined), AU, no outbreak, no dead fucks

Author's note: This shit is filthy, I have no idea where the urge to write it came from, haha. Negan is a cocky bastard in this one. Have fun reading!

"Rough night?"

The deep voice behind you startled you, goosebumps forming on your skin, your hand on the doorknob to the bathroom frozen in place.

Joel and you had hooked up a few times in the past, the occasional fuck an outlet for the both of you. Most of those nights you returned home right after or he left your place as soon as both of you had caught your breaths. From time to time you stayed until the first rays of sunlight illuminated his bedroom, but you always made sure Negan wasn't home. Negan, the tall, dark and handsome guy who crashed at Joel's place for a few months. Negan, who flirted shamelessly with this potty mouth of his. Negan, who was the opposite of Joel in some ways and just as attractive and appealing in others. Negan, who had kissed you the last time the both of you had seen each other, whom you had kissed back with equal desire. The man you knew was trouble. And trouble was the one thing you wanted to stay far, far away from.

Unfortunately, the same man stood right behind you. That smile, all self-assured and smug, was plastered over his face, you were sure of it, you could practically hear it in his voice.

"Well, you don't have to answer, obviously. But you look like Joel and you had a hell of a time," he whispered, his fingers ghosting over your shoulder.

You shivered, turning around cautiously, not expecting him to be this close.

"Shut up, he's still sleeping," you told him, partly annoyed, partly anxious Joel might hear you.

Negan just grinned at you, his hand coming around to grab the doorknob to open the door to the bathroom. He walked you backwards, his tall frame towering above you, leaving you no choice than to make step after step. When he was inside too, he closed the door behind him and locked it.

"Did he take good care of you?"

With big eyes, you met his amused gaze. Beneath his flirty and downright outrageous behavior, you could sense some kind of jealousy, at least his eyes seemed to give away something more than just a cocky attitude.

"He made me cum two times, if that's what you want to know. He fucked me real good."

At your honest answer, he chuckled deeply, closing the gap between the both of you.

"He probably fucking did. But I bet you could give me more than just two."

Without intending to, your lips parted slightly, the desire in your lower belly returning with full force.

"How about I give you a taste of how good I could make you feel?" The playful tone of his voice got darker with every syllable, his lips ghosting from the shell of your ear towards your jaw, up to your lips.

As much as you liked Joel and your unspoken arrangement, you couldn't resist Negan's charm and offer. Your body was pulled towards his magnetically, the urge to take what you had wanted the whole time too strong to ignore. Your hands found a home on his lean chest. You could feel the muscles through his thin shirt, the heaving of his chest while he breathed in and out at a steady pace. Hesitating just a moment, your lips came crashing down on his, the familiar taste of him filling your mouth.

He groaned, his own hands pulling you into him some more, one at the nape of your neck, the other at your hip.

The kiss lasted longer than expected and was a heated mess of tongue and teeth, little pants and moans. When you parted again, breathlessly, Negan's eyes were glazed over with desire, there definitely was no turning back. He hoisted you up onto the built-in sink right behind you like you were weighing nothing, pulling up the shirt you were wearing - Joel's shirt - with the process. You had thrown it over your head mindlessly right before leaving for the bathroom to cover your naked body while walking out of the bedroom. But now, with Negan stepping between your naked legs, you were painfully aware of your state down there.

Negan was about to find out, because he gripped your thighs to open up your legs.

"Holy shit," he managed to say, gaze glued to your naked center, still slick with Joel's and your cum. He had finished inside of you, both of you not caring about the mess you had made. It had turned you on to feel his seed dripping out of you while he had traced random patterns on your sweaty body.

You were sure the heat rising to your cheeks was burning you alive. Never before had you felt so downright dirty and you hated the fact you got wetter the longer Negan stared at you, your pussy dripping with fresh arousal.

"Such a little slut, aren't you? Painted with his cum and still desperate to get fucked by someone else." His words made you flinch, though more out of want than shame, despite feeling just that, ashamed of your own thoughts and needs.

"Don't worry, doll, today's your lucky day, because this shit makes me rock-hard and I'm dying to get my dick wet real' good."

Negan's smug look was mixed with a feverish glint, a gaze only a man absolutely depraved and sure of himself could muster.

He wasted no time to use his fingers, long and thick, to stroke your pussy lips, rubbing the juices into your skin. You moaned at his touch, arching your center towards his fingers.

"Nasty girl, so needy for my touch. You have to be quiet though, wouldn't want to wake Joel, seeing you like this."

The horror in your eyes seemed to amuse him, so he let go of you momentarily to turn on the shower. The sound of the splashing water gave an innocent background, loud enough to drown out your whimpers you were sure you couldn't suppress, even if you tried your best to be quiet. You didn't know how late it was or if Joel was already on the go, maybe he had used the bathroom downstairs, you just hoped he would never find out about this.

"No need to look at me like this, I don't wanna be interrupted either."

He stepped between your legs again, his hand returning to your needy pussy, this time using your wetness to circle your clit. The movement had your hips bucking towards his hand, desperate for more.

"Negan, please," you whimpered pathetically.

"Shh, just let me enjoy myself for a minute. It's not like I get the chance to play with a used pussy very often. This is fucking hot," he mumbled, teasing your entrance with his fingers before returning to your clit. "I could cum in my pants like a fucking teenager just by looking at all that mess and knowing I get to claim you too."

Your eyes flutter shut at his sinful words, him getting turned on by this made you dizzy.

Without warning, he inserted his middle finger into your heat, rubbing the palm of his hand against your clit in the process.

The moan that wanted to leave your lips was caught by his hungry mouth, covering yours in a sensual kiss. He didn't hesitate to pull out and put another finger in, fucking you with his glorious fingers in a relentless pace. Your thighs were quivering in no time, the squelching sounds of his fingers inside of you combined with him reaching the right spots drove you over the edge faster than you were used to. You groaned into his mouth, the blinding high crashing down above you violently.

"Good girl," he whispered into your ear, retreating his fingers. He inspected them with a smirk, licking them clean without hesitation. You gulped down with half-lidded eyes, still not fully back on earth after your orgasm.

Negan's gaze never left yours while he stepped back and got rid of his shirt and trousers which left him bare in front of you. Your eyes traveled down his body, stopping at his impressive length.

"Do you like Daddy's cock?" His question made your eyes return to his.

"Yeah, knew you would like it. Pull that shirt over your head, wanna feel all of you."

Doing as he instructed, you pulled Joel's shirt over your head, his scent lingering in your nose making it even more depraved.

Negan stepped between your legs again, admiring your heaving chest. His hands grasped your breasts, kneading them mindlessly, before he took his cock and teased your entrance.

Long seconds went by before you whimpered. "Please," you babbled as quietly as possible.

"Use your words, babygirl." His eyes were fixed at his cock prodding at your needy hole, but with your next words, his gaze shot up and a moan spilled from his lips.

"Please Daddy, fuck me."

Without another word, he pushed himself into your heat, capturing your lips into another bruising kiss to shut the both of you up. The stretch was delicious and when Negan finally moved, he set a fast pace from the beginning, not wasting another second. He drove himself into you with force, his hands at your hips to guide you. The look in his eyes was dark, an all-consuming fire setting you aflame. This was so wrong, but so hot at the same time. You didn't care about his fingers leaving bruises, about how crazy this was, about how furious Joel would be, even if you two weren't in a relationship. The only thing you cared about was the orgasm Negan fucked out of you with every stroke. Thighs shaking around his hips, pulsing around his cock, Negan just smirked at you, one hand diving between your bodies to rub your clit in tight circles. You errupted around him, biting into his shoulder to stiffle your scream. He grit his teeth but didn't comment your action, fucking you through it, punishing thrusts prolonging your high and building yet another one.

"Gonna cum again, babygirl? Fuck, you're something else," he whispered, slowing a bit to look you in the eyes.

"Don't stop", you mumbled, pressing an urgent kiss onto his lips before he continued to drive himself into you, eyes fixed on yours. He felt you tighten around him, the coil snapping so violently, he had to cover your mouth with his hand to stiffle your groans.

Just a few more stuttering thrusts and he came, forehead pressed against yours, pumping you full with his cum.

The stream of the shower and your shared pants were the only sound for a long, long time before Negan kissed you and pulled out, his cum trickling down your thighs.

He redressed, helping you to hop down from the sink, turning your still naked body around so you could look at yourself in the mirror, Negan staring at your reflection from over your shoulder.

"Look at you, all fucked-out and dripping...again...such a filthy little thing. Told you I would make you cum more times than he did."

Despite being sweaty and hot from your coupling, your cheeks burned with embarrassment.

Negan brought his fingers between your legs, collecting some of his cum on them and bringing them to your lips.

Obeying instantly, you sucked his fingers into your mouth, tasting him on your tongue while never once breaking eye contact with him through the mirror.

"Such a good fucking slut for me."

With those words, he made his way to the door, turning the lock to step out of the bathroom.

"See you soon," he said, disappearing through the door, closing it behind him.

You exhaled shakily, suddenly avoiding your reflection in the mirror and instead hopping into the shower, the warm water washing over your heated body.

When you cleaned yourself between your legs, you heard a faint knock and Joel pushed the door open a bit to get a better look at you, heart hammering in your chest with all the guilt from what you had done with Negan just a few minutes prior.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked, voice still a bit sleepy but flirty. While he came in, he pulled his underwear down and stepped into the shower with you.

[triplesilverstar]

That certainly isn't what you were expecting

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Vash X F!Reader

CW: slight angst, smut, P in V, fingering, proposals, creampie 

Word count: 4K 

A/N: Chapter six of Home. After dealing with the reporting Duo you want nothing more than to curl up in bed and sleep. Maybe if you were paying more attention you might have noticed Vash seemed to be nervous about something.

I really had a lot of fun with this one and I hope you enjoy it.

Hours later you feel exhausted as you drag your feet along the metal of the ship's floor back towards your room positive the only thing keeping you upright now is the hand resting on your shoulder and keeping you pressed against Vash’s side. Between Wolfwood and the reporting duo asking a slew of questions you really didn’t want to answer. But for the most part you and Vash did provide some answers that is they gave any clarification you don’t know, what you did know was you were ready to curl up with your love and sleep for the next few hours.

Even the thought of privacy didn’t have that small spark like you thought it would. Vaguely aware of Vash letting go of you to press a button to open the door and slipping inside heading immediately for the chair to pull your boots off. Missing the fact Vash was keen to engage the locking mechanism of the room, almost tripping over his feet as he turned to face the device. Or the tint of red that was forming on the tips of his ears and slowly working it’s way down.

If you hadn’t felt as drained as you were you might have questioned his entire demeanor ever since he returned to the interrogation after Brad said he needed a word with him. A shake to his hand that was beyond uncharacteristic of the steadfast man, or the thin veil of sweat that seemed to cover his body. Swallowing every so often and watching you with a sense of trepidation as you huffed fighting with your boots.

A quick pat to the object in his pocket before looking skyward and seeing the metal of your shared room in the ship above him, almost as if he had forgotten where the two of you were. Or asking for help with something as he swallowed once more.

With his attention back to you, and your one boot off he nodded to himself as the sweat on his palm seemed to grow thicker which wasn’t helping his nerves at all. “Let me help you Mayfly.” Dropping to one knee in front of you and quickly working the laces of the offending boot off before smiling up at you. “You must be ready to pass out if your boots are giving you this much of a hard time.” The briefest of nods from you before a long yawn.

A bead of sweat trickling down his neck had Vash pausing as he placed your boot next to its mate on the floor beside the table. The object in his pocket felt like it was growing heavier and heavier by the moment. How the hell had you been so nonchalant when you had said it? That small voice at the back of his head told him that had been very different circumstances, plus it hadn’t been right to his face.

Now or never. 

He whispered inside of his head to himself reaching into his pocket. “Mayfly I-“ Only for you to stand up and slip past him to start to unbutton your pants and let gravity pull the fabric down your legs. Too tired to bother and try to pull them off yourself. His shoulders slumped before he took a deep breath. He couldn’t let this little setback get the best of him, turning as he rose to watch you continue to strip before sliding into the sheets on what was very much your side of the bed. Sitting where you had been moments earlier and starting to undo the laces of his own boots, the object still in his pocket.

“You what Vash?” He can hear the exhaustion in your voice and the thump as the sheets on the bed were folded back. 

“I think we really needed the last few hours to ourselves.” Coward whispered in his head. Why couldn’t he have just asked? Standing now with his boots and socks removed and trying to strip in such a way as the keep the object in his pocket from your sight as he slipped it out of the fabric once more. If he had two hands it might have made the action a little easier.

“Yea. It was nice, now hurry up and get in here handsome. I wanna cuddle.” Looking at you he can see the weariness on your face, it’s been several weeks since the two of you were in that hotel room in Jeneroa Rock. The last time you had a bed and a room to yourselves and if it wasn’t for the exhaustion clear in the drooping of your eyes and the slight slur to your voice Vash would have suggested the two of you get reacquainted. Now he’s not so sure you’d be up for such an offer. 

Taking advantage of your tiredness he slips the object under the cover of his pillow, down to just his boxers as he slips in beside you. His weight has barely shifted the mattress before you’re tucking yourself against him and under his partial arm the skin of your forehead resting along the metal wire across his chest. A soft smile grew on his face once more, you’ve always accepted him for who he was. Scars and all, the revelation that he was actually a plant? You simply accepted him as he was, sure you asked some questions but it was to learn more about the life he had lived and you never judged him for anything. 

Moments like this Vash felt you were far more than he ever deserved to have, to hold in his arms and as you started to slump more against him a wave of tension left him. You were his home. And you deserved to know that. “Mayfly?”

“Yea?” Your voice muffled against his chest makes him chuckle, a few stutters of his heart before licking his lips his nerves returning. 

“Marry me.” 

“What?” He feels his heart sink at the confusion in your voice as you pull away from him to look at his face, pushing yourself up onto one arm. “Like right now?” Your brow furrowed as you look at him and he can see the wheels slowing turning in your head. 

“I mean I-” Stumbling over his words as sweat started to form between his shoulder blades while his heart started to thunder at a tempo in his chest that you had to be able to hear struggling to sit up himself. 

“Oh, oh shit Sunshine are you trying to propose?” He can see your eyes snap open as your brain catches up with the situation and he can see you swallow as well. A flurry of emotions flashes across your face too quickly for him to process.  

“Well, I’m trying too.” Grousing as you sit up more with a hand to your face turning away from him.

“Oh I’m fucking this up” The sound of deject in your voice is clear and if it wasn’t for what was happening in the moment he might have found it kind of funny.

“Not that badly.” Shifting on his side to slip his hand under the space between the pillow and the fabric of the cover to grab the ring and hold it out for you in his palm. The shine of the same metal as his arm gleams in the low light that never goes out in the room. “So what do you say, will you marry me?” The proposal is followed by a soft rendition of your name tumbling from his lips and Vash has never felt this nervous in his entire life. 

“Vash, you know I’ve never cared about material objects before. Or social contracts, or other shit like that.” Dragging a hand down your face as you turn back towards him Vash can feel his heartbeat slowing in his chest and the tears starting to pool at the edge of his eyes as his stomach burns from the anguish growing inside of him at your words. “You could have just asked me without the trouble of finding a ring you dork.” The chill from your fingertips flows across his palm as you place them over the ring. “I’d have said yes without the thing.” Blinking the dampness from his eyes as he tilts his head, your free hand raising to cup his jaw the rough skin a reminder to him that you’re as hardened as he is. 

Leaning closer and pressing your lips against his, this time Vash lets some of the liquid fall from his eyes. With you he’s taken so many chances, so many risks because the truth is you hold his heart in your hand and he’s not even sure if you realize it. Rough dried lips sliding against one another, slightly smoother now that you aren’t out with the arid wind laced with sand trying to strip the moisture away. A kiss that remains chaste yet so full of longing and sets his blood afire in his veins. “Now.” Blinking his eyes open to take in your face, a beaming smile in place and adoration clear in your eyes. “Since you went through the trouble of getting a ring, am I putting it on myself?” 

A flinch of his shoulders as he realizes what you’re asking and chuckles. “No. No your not.” It’s a little awkward with the one hand but Vash is able to twist the band of metal around while keeping hold of your offered limb and sliding it onto the right finger, it’s a little loose once it’s past your knuckle but he knows it won’t fall off. “There. I know it’s not much but I can’t imagine spending my life with anyone else, I know I can be distant and we still have so far to go.” Gripping your hand tight as he stares into your eyes once more. “I love you, and I want to spend all my tomorrows with you.” 

Dropping your forehead to rest against his while you glance down at your hand in his with the metal band resting there and a grin growing on your face. “Funny. I wanna spend all my tomorrows with you too ya big dork.” Your shoulders start to shake with mirth and Vash can feel himself frowning a little. “Does this mean I’m Mrs. the Stampede now?”

His shoulder slumps in response to your joke yet at the same time warms his heart “No. I mean. I guess. But it’s kind of a mouthful now isn’t it?” Watching your own eyebrows raise in confusion. “Mrs. Ghost Sniper the Stampede?” A swift swat to his elbow from you before you’re both laughing, untangling your hands and leaning closer together to be wrapped in each other's embrace as the exhaustion seems to have been swept away.

“I love you too Vash. My handsome plant.” Shifting to kiss him once more and as the actions transitioned from chaste to heavy Vash is groaning feeling his cock start to thicken in his boxers. Both of you are moving your hands along one another's skin, touch growing more and more desperate until you’re both panting. Pulling away from his mouth with a thin line of saliva connecting both of you.

“I think I’d like to fuck my husband.” Tumbles from your bruised lips and Vash feels a line of fire run along his spine right to his dick while his heart thunders in his battered chest once more.

“I think you meant to say you’d like to fuck your fiance.” Almost laughing against your lips while his hand trails along your ribs and his fingers play with the thin band of your bra. He can feel your own still dancing along his skin with one of them against the nape of his neck. 

Humming and placing a feather-light kiss on the corner of his mouth. “Either works, since I can’t see us trying to find somewhere to have a ceremony or someone to actually perform it.” Staring into his blue eyes all you can see reflected in them is love and adoration, you’ve come so far with him in such a short time compared to how long you’ve been alive. You aren’t sure when the change happened but you do know for sure that when it did happen, it had probably been as much of a sudden realization for him as it had been for you. “Besides, we’re back to the social conventions I don’t really care about.”

His shoulders shaking a little with mirth at your response while trying to bury his face in the crook of your neck, his hand trailing down your side once more done with trying to slip his fingers under the fabric of your bra. A shiver as the rough pads of his digits glide down along your belly and toy with the hem of your panties. “You really are something else.” Your neck arches as those long fingers of his push the fabric covering your core away and he starts to mouth at the space where your neck and shoulders connect, shuddering as the skin pebbles from his warm breath against the sensitive skin. “You’re already wet Mayfly.”

“What can I say? You always have that effect on me.” It’s not a lie with one of your hands tangled in his hair and the other trailing along the ridges of his back. A soft moan breaks past your lips as his fingers start to brush gently against your folds, tracing the outside of them with two of his digits. “Well and dexterous fingers.” 

“Funny, you always have an effect on me too. Like no matter what is happening in my life you’ll be there and we’ll get through it.” Slipping those same two fingers inside of you and starting to slowly pump against your walls. “You make it so much easier to see dawn.” Lifting his head away from the curve of your neck, desire swimming in his cerulean eyes and both of you are leaning to close the distance of your lips. Tongues tangling in time to his fingers working you open, pressing them inside your walls and gently spreading the digits apart feeling your body yield to his wants. The faster his fingers spasm the more desperate your tongues and lips become, ignoring the burning in your lungs and lost in the taste of his mouth and those agile digits. Moaning as he adds a third, curling them as he keeps a steady tempo before placing his thumb over your clit the very motion of his wrist enough to have every part of his hand involved pulling you closer and closer to that edge. 

“Vash” Panting his name like a prayer as your hips jerk, chasing the rhythm of his fingers and trying to slam them deeper inside your slick cunt. Your body knows what you want well before your mind and your heart races in your chest as it tries to suck in oxygen while you chase that high. 

“Come on Mayfly.” He’s just as desperate as you are now, his own hips starting to gyrate and chasing that peak you both want. “Come on my fingers, then I’ll put you on your back and pound into you until it’s either dawn or we’re too tired to move. My beautiful, dangerous Mayfly.”

With his words hitching as he speaks and his thumb brushing just right as one of his fingers curls and hits a cluster of nerves inside your walls you’re crying out. Hyperaware of your body in that moment as your pussy tries to suck his fingers deeper into your core and your back arching hard enough that you jolt against his chest wanting more skin contact and feel every piece of metal and scar painting his torso. 

As his fingers slip from your folds you feel your release dribble from between your folds letting out a hum and cracking an eye open to look at Vash. You’re clenching at the sight that greets you, Vash is making a show of licking your essence from his digits. Broad strokes of his tongue as he seems to savor the taste of you, taking long swallows before using the tip of his tongue to break one of the clear strands in the gap of his spread fingers. “You taste so good Mayfly.” Catching your eye as his tongue wraps around his index finger before rolling it back into his mouth. “Do you want to taste yourself?” 

Hands gripping the side of his face your smashing your faces together to slide your tongue along his, moaning at the bitterness he had been sucking from his fingers like it was the nectar of the gods themselves. As the kiss deepens you feel as you're guided to your back by Vash, his one hand on your side once more and pulling in the edge of your drenched panties before making a noise not unlike a growl and ripping them from your body. 

Leaning back and looking down at you, you shiver as you take in his appearance. A heaving chest shining from the sweat along his skin, his cheeks painted in a red hue that’s steadily creeping down his neck and his eyes seem to almost glow in his skull as his hair clumps together in points. His boxes do little to hide his erection and you can see the wet fabric clinging to his head. 

With a slight roll of your abdomen, you’re sitting up just enough to reach for the barrier easily and start working it down his hips. Letting out a moan at the sight of his bobbing cock, the head swollen and head with an unmistakable sheen of precum. Wrapping your fingers around his base and giving him a few pumps only to be stopped by his hand circling your wrist. 

“No Mayfly. I can’t wait any longer.” Guiding your hand to his lips and placing a soft kiss on every fingertip and one where the metal band now wraps around your finger. “I wanna be one with you, to be as close as two people can be.” Setting your hand down at your side before treating the other to the same. “Now lay back.” It’s a little awkward with Vash almost falling over, a sheepish grin on his face as he fishes his boxers off and tosses them elsewhere in the room before settling between your thighs once more. 

Lifting your legs so they’re settled against his as starting to slide his cock along your folds, spreading some of your slick along his length keeping an eye on your face. “I love you, so much. You made me take a risk I didn’t think I could ever take for myself.” Lining his head up with your twitching sex and waiting for you to signal you were ready, holding your breath for a moment before nodding in consent. Both of watch as his cock starts to disappear inside your body his movements lazy as he works himself into you until he’s bottoming out. All the while the room filled with the sound of both of you murmuring soft words of adoration at one another as he splits you open on his length. 

“Damn Sunshine, you feel so good. Just enough to make me feel all warm and cozy.” Arching your back a little as you adjust to him, not that it takes long from how familiar you are with being filled by him. As much as he told you to leave your hands by your side you can’t, lifting one to cup his cheek tenderly. “You make me feel like I’m worth something, that I’m someone to be cherished. I forgot what that was like before you.” 

A gentle roll of your hips to let him know you’re ready for him to continue. “Here’s to you never forgetting that feeling again.” Setting a languid pace Vash trailed his hand down the space between your breasts and swept his fingertips just over your skin making you shiver in response and clench around his length watching him shudder in turn above you. Letting out a soft moan and tilting his face so his mouth is against the palm of your hand, pressing soft kisses into the rough skin. “I could stay like this with you forever Mayfly.”

Wrapping your legs around his waist and changing the angle once more of the way he sinks into your body has both of you huffing for breath as his length seems to be catching on your walls now like you can feel the blood pulsing through his skin inside of you. “Then let's pretend tonight is all we have Sunshine.” Shifting so both of your hands are resting on his shoulders as you try to pull him down closer to you, more adjustments to both of your bodies as his weight settles over you and you sink more into the mattress. 

Able to feel even more of his body as he trembles under your hands, his one forearm above your head holding some of his bulk above you as his thrusts are shallower with the new angle but you can feel him deep in your core. Panting and arching your back when he hits the spongy part inside of you that makes you spasm around him, your eyes snapping shut. A whisper of your name that has your head spinning with the level of affection coating his voice at its utterance. Opening your eyes to see him gazing down at you so tenderly, so lovingly it almost hurts to look at him. “It might seem stupid, but” Letting out a shaky breath as his hips stutter for a moment, a sign you know means he’s close and you’re not far behind him with the inferno burning inside of your core. “Will you let me hold all the jagged pieces of you? To cherish them, because I can’t imagine loving just one part of you, to hold you in good times and bad? To be my partner for the rest of our lives?” 

“Yes. Yes Vash.” Whining as your brain processes what he’s doing. “Will you let me stand beside you? To remind you that no matter what you think you’re worthy of more than being a martyr, because I love how selfless you are even at a cost to your own heart through thick and thin? To share this path called life with me until our last sunset?” 

During this little exchange you both keep staring into one another eyes while your bodies quake and tremble as you both hover at that edge but not tumbling over it, sweat coating both of your bodies as you move as one chasing that high. 

“Yes. Always.” 

“Then kiss me my handsome plant, I’m yours. Forever.” It's a kiss of nothing but softness as your lips glide together while your lower halves are moving erratically, hips snapping in a flurry of activity chasing that high. Both of you are too enraptured in one another to notice Vash’s plant markings brightening just under his skin, the light growing more and more luminescent until with a final thrust of his hips that has his base placing enough pressure against your swollen clit to send you over the edge, he spills himself inside of you. Stilling as both of you keep moving your lips in tandem as you enjoy the afterglow of hormones floating through your bodies lost in one another embrace. 

Sitting in the highest room in the tower of JuLai Knives hands freeze over the keys of his piano as his plant markings flare once before fading. Blinking as a bone-chilling grin overtakes his face. 

“Zazie. I have a job for you.” Livio might have failed in trying to push his little brother to JuLai knowing his human partner would follow. A chorus of buzzing and he doesn’t want for the worm to start speaking. “I need you to collect the Ghost Sniper for me, and I know exactly where she is.” You’ll be the perfect bait to ensure his twin comes to JuLai sooner rather than later, and Knives has a plan to ensure you remain docile once you arrive in his domain.

Back to Masterlist for the series

[gatoru]

la santa || hawks x reader

summary: hawks has complicated feelings when it comes to you. the fact you're just like him, and nothing like him at all, doesn't seem to help. (cw: afab!reader, reader has wings, small age gap, reader is in college, hawks in his late 20s, smut, 18+. p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, wing play, squirting, hawks calls reader kid like twice.)

wc: 2K

tags: @jctaro @kicamiju

a/n: i had latina reader in mind when writing this. hawks loves us sorry i don't make the rules.

Keigo knows the way to your apartment like the back of his hand. 

For some unknown reason, you always end up finding each other – or, he finds himself knocking on your window far too often.

It’s raining outside. Not the soft kind of pouring, the one that collides gently against your windows. No, this feels like a storm – as if it’s a warning, as if God himself is mad at you. The power might run out at any moment, so you prepare yourself by placing a few candles throughout your apartment. It paints your tiny home in an orange light, contrasting with the current chill weather.  

Walking towards the kitchen, you come across a pair of crimson wings outside your balcony. Instantly, you open the glass doors – as if it’s rehearsed, like you’ve done many times before. 

See, you and Hawks have this routine, this dance that only you know the rhythm of. You can’t exactly recall when it started  – it’s funny how you can’t remember what your life used to look like before a certain winged hero accidentally came crashing through one of your windows during a fight. 

This time, there’s a bruise on his left eyebrow, although it doesn’t look fresh. He’s not looking for your help, that much you figure. 

Hawks silently thanks you for not making a comment about how his wings will get your floor wet, or how they might ruin your sofa’s cushion. Your home feels like his sanctuary – perhaps that’s why he always ends up here. 

You notice his hair looks shorter now, with a few strands falling just above his piercing hazel eyes. He’s changed since the last time you saw each other, and you fail to ignore the ache in your heart – it’s been, what, a couple of months?

“You could always use the door, you know?” You suggest, breaking the silence. He notices your hair is wet too, you might have just come out of the shower.

He smirks, lips curling upwards. He eyes you for a moment, watching your wings glow under the warm orange light that illuminates your apartment. 

Truth be told, your wings were the first thing Hawks noticed about you. Yours are so different from his: soft, delicate – the glowy bluish green makes it look like you’re some sort of faire. Later, he’d learn about your quirk, some sort of butterfly mutation. He notices how you cut holes in the oversized shirt you’re wearing, so your wings could comfortably go through them. 

“Now, that wouldn’t be as fun, would it?” His dry laugh holds no humor at all. 

You simply smile in return, the need to know why he’s standing in your living room dying behind your teeth. His eyes haven’t left your form since he entered your space. 

“Are you hurt?” You ask instead, hopefully subtly enough. 

He thinks for a moment, considering where he wants this night to go. It doesn’t matter, however, it always ends up in the same way. 

“Nah.” He answers, surprisingly telling the truth. 

Despite the kind words and gestures, the both of you have a dynamic that seems like a sword fight. Blades out, quietly waiting for the other to make the first attack. The violence never seems to come, however. 

“I’m on sabbatical.” He confesses, avoiding eye contact. Instead, he looks at your coffee table, with textbooks splattered on top of it – your laptop is closed, but you haven't turned it off yet. Perhaps he interrupted your study session. “Forced sabbatical.”

“Ah” 

“Yeah.” He continues, wings trembling a bit – probably from the cold water drops. “Still trying to figure out what to do with my free time.”

You let out a chuckle. It’s almost comical, really, this game of cat and mouse. 

“And you end up here?” You ask, not expecting an answer. “Hawks, I’m honored you’re looking for entertainment and found me, but it’s a weeknight. I have class tomorrow.”

You move towards the balcony’s glass door, and he notices how your bare legs look in the moonlight. A strong arm finds its way wrapped around your stomach, pulling your wings flush against his toned chest.

“I know.” He whispers, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. It sends a shiver down your spine, which makes Hawks smile to himself, at the effect he has on you. “Are you willing to skip class and let me spend the night here?”

You don’t answer, but it’s not like you have to. As soon as you turn around, your lips collide against his. 

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The power has run out, but it doesn’t stop the winged number two hero from bending you over the couch. 

He’s already left a handful of love bites against your chest and stomach, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses towards your pantyline. His sharp pearly whites graze against your soft skin, gently. It makes you gasp in anticipation, panties getting wetter by the minute. 

Hawks knows your body – knows it better than he knows himself, which might not be saying much. Strong, calloused hands remove the delicate material of your underwear, freeing your body, finally. He discards it near where your shirt lays on the ground. 

The fact you’re completely bare and at his mercy doesn’t go unnoticed. He’s still dressed, fully covered. His fingers explore the tip of your wings, which makes you moan – they’re sensitive, and he knows it too well. Perhaps that’s what makes this weird dynamic work so well: he understands you deeply, because you’re equals. 

You’re the same thing, in different shapes. 

“Y’like it when I play with your wings, huh?” He whispers, voice husky and dripping with lust. You simply moan, hips grinding against his crotch. A whine escapes your lips when his digits find their way towards the base of your wings. “I know baby, I know.”

It’s blissful, all of it. The lust dripping from his voice, his hazy eyes and needy touch. It feels like you’re the only people in the world right now: the city lights aren’t shining anymore, the storm is numbing and the bubble of warmth you’ve created for yourselves only grows bigger.

His lips don’t leave yours, his kiss is all teeth and tongue, all bite and no bark. Your hands grip on his honeyed locks, hard enough to earn a reaction from him – “ah, fuck” – but not hard enough to hurt him. 

He shifts, taking his shirt off. Your fingernails scratch his chest, leaving red marks on his soft skin. There’s a new scar near his collarbone, but you don’t ask – can’t bring yourself to do it. The light hair against his skin makes him look more real, more human than ever. 

Truth be told, Hawks is scared he might look so average you’ll end up losing interest in him. It still hasn’t happened, though. 

“Keigo…” You mewled against his lips, as his hips rut against yours. The friction of his soft sweatpants against your bare cunt makes you only want him more. The sound of his name sends a shiver down his wings. “Stop teasing.”

He laughs. An open mouthed, heartful laugh.

“Teasing? Sweetheart, I’ve barely even started.”

His fingers slowly – awfully slowly – explore your pussy, gently stroking your needy clit. Your hips move against his hand as if you’re some kind of bitch in heat. Well, perhaps you’re becoming one. 

Your hands move to his wings, fingertips traveling through red feathers. He chokes, letting out a strangled sound – it doesn’t distract him from fingering your pussy, though. Hawks’ fingers are rapid, experienced – he’s well aware boys your age wouldn’t dream of pleasuring you like this. 

He’s well aware he’s ruined other people for you. 

“Fuck, kid, straight for the wings huh?” 

The ridiculous nickname feels funny on his tongue, heavy with the need to call you something more than that. He wants to call you baby, his lover, his bitch–

“Two can play this game.” You tease, kissing his neck. You leave a mark, one that can be easily hidden but still a reminder of your sinful acts with him. 

At this point, you’re not quite sure where his body starts and yours ends. It’s too intimate, too passionate – it almost suffocates you. It feels like you’re drowning in him, losing yourself in his presence. It’s intoxicating, and you need more. 

Your hands slowly push his sweatpants down, along with his underwear, and he gets the message. Hawks frees his cock, letting it slap against his toned stomach. The tip is an angry red color, and his balls look heavy. 

Unconsciously, you wet your lips, salivating at the sight. You sit up, but he pushes you down, pinning you against the couch. 

“Not today, ‘kay?” He asks, and he smiles at the pout forming on your lips. “Just wanna feel your cunt, sweetheart.”

His tip bullies its way through your velvety walls, and you both sigh in relief. Despite his size and girth, the stretch doesn’t feel uncomfortable at all. Hawks, while playing and edging your pussy, got you ready to take him.

He hooks one of your legs on his shoulder, and your ankle brushes against his wings. The crimson feathers look bigger now, more intimidating. they almost reach the ceiling, creating a perfect barrier between you and the world. 

Hawks inches into you fully, balls softly slapping against your ass. You whine as he sets a steady pace, eyes rolling into your skull at the pleasure. His body almost goes numb from the feeling of your tight, warm walls gripping on him like your life depended on it. It almost sends him into sensory overload. 

“Who d’you belong to?” He asks, hips snapping against yours. His fingers are pressing harshly against your hips, dipping into the flesh. Hawks’ pupils look sharper and bigger, making his eyes look even more predatory. 

“You, fuck, y-you Keigo.” You breathe, soft doe eyes looking up at him like he’s the only thing you know. “Belong t’you.”

Despite the pretty tone in your voice, he doesn’t believe you for a second. He wants that to be a reality so bad, but he can’t bring himself to do it. There’s no way in hell an angel like you could belong to someone like him. 

You feel so full, so relaxed. There’s something unique about his touch, something so good about the way you become one. His cock reaches all the right places, the ones you can’t quite reach with your finger – or toys. 

Hawks’ body is warm, feverish. His palm finds your neck, slightly gripping it. He sighs, feeling your heartbeat on his fingertips, feeling your breath become slower. Your head feels dizzy, as you get lost in the warm haze of his touch. 

“M-more” You manage to mumble, rolling your hips against his, meeting his thrusts halfway. “Please.”

He continues moving against you, only this time it’s harder – faster, sloppier. Hawks brushes his lips against yours, eyes boring into yours. You hook your legs around his tiny waist, bringing him closer. 

“F-fuck, Jesus fucking Christ.” You’re both babbling nonsense, begging for each other's touch. “You still on birth control?”

You nod, unable to form a full sentence – or a simple yes. 

The Earth stutters on its axis as you cum, lightning traveling through your every vein, setting your nerves on fire. Your cunt grips harder on his cock, releasing your juices against his body.

“Ah, Keigo, please. Cum in me, cum f’me.” Your pleas feel like heaven on his ears, making Hawks shut his eyes and let himself release in you.

Everything becomes white noise as Hawks paints your insides white, strips of cum mixing with your juices. It’s messy, and so intimate. He lets his breathing come back to normal before leaving you empty, with a dirty slurp noise. 

Your eyes are closer, hair gluing against your sweaty forehead. He thinks you look like a painting, and he hopes he never forgets such an image. 

“Did so good f’me.” He mumbles, placing kisses on your cheek. You grin, hands cupping his cheeks. “Missed ya when I was away.”

“Did you now?”

“Yeah. ‘M not just saying that either.”

You smile, looking up at him with fucked out eyes.

“Good. Missed you too.”

He starts to get up, in order to clean the mess you made and take you to your bedroom. You stop him, delicate hands pulling on his strong arms. 

“Let’s stay like this for a while, please?”

Hawks considers for a few seconds, realizing there’s nothing on earth he could deny you.

“Sure, kid.”

[angel-kyo]

Pay it no mind

Part VII

In which reader confesses their feelings to Gojo, but it seems these are not returned (maybe?).

Warnings: reader is on the receiving end of rejection (kinda), and the fact that I'm obsessed with unrequited love is a warning itself. Satoru is slightly inebriated in this one.

Previous: Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI

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“We are almost there.” You closed the door of Satoru’s apartment with your foot, trying to keep balance as he leaned on you.

Shoko’s birthday had been fun. She had not hated the sweater Satoru ended up giving her, and she had loved your present, so much that she had even shared a little with you after most people had left.

Although Shoko offered him some, Satoru had refused any wine. Normally, he would just not drink or have an alcohol-free (and awfully sweet) drink, but Shoko had then ordered something for him and insisted he tried it because it had almost no alcohol in it, and he should like it with how sweet it was. He had obliged.

“Just for the birthday girl,” he had said.

It was a terrible decision in your opinion.

“Can you at least try to walk properly?” You were on the way to his bedroom, but he was dragging his feet.

Turns out that 'almost no alcohol' is not the same as 'no alcohol'.

“Where… Where are we going?” His words were a bit slurred

You opened the door to his bedroom and helped him inside. “You are going to bed…” you made him sit on his bed, “and I’ll take these.” You took the sunglasses off his face and left them aside. He squinted and fixed his eyes on you.

He felt exhausted and his head was spinning. Before he knew it, he was lying down looking at the ceiling of his room.

You returned with a glass of water and made him drink it.

“What’s this?!” You rolled your eyes at the face of absolute disgust he had made after the first sip.

“It’s water, silly. Just drink it.” You sat next to him.

He did as you said and scratched his head, His euphoria phase had ended at the restaurant, and he was now feeling sleepy.

“Well, you look better now. I thought you where going to throw up on me for a second.”

Satoru grinned as response and looked back at you. Even with his thoughts scattered, you were beautiful.

“I’ll leave now then.” You were going to stand up when he grabbed your hand.

“Huh… Do you need anything else?” He was giving you a strange look. “I know you are not used to this, but you’ll be fine in the morning; hungover but fine nonetheless.” You smiled at him.

“Can you stay?” He was leaning closer.

I shouldn’t. This isn’t doing us any good.

“Please…?” Even in the dim light, his eyes were shining, and his voice was almost a whisper hard to ignore.

You sighed. “Just for a bit.” He made space for you to get in the bed.

You thought you could wait for Satoru to fall asleep and then leave, but as soon as you were within arm reach, he had wrapped himself around you and dozed off. You tried to loosen his grip but it only made him squeeze you tighter.

Should you wake him up just enough so he could let you leave? His breath on you neck was not helping you think. It was not like the position you were in was uncomfortable, but is this what you should be doing with the man you are trying to get over?

You mind returned to the Satoru of that morning.

“I had a rough night.”

He really has it rough, and he doesn’t sleep much; maybe I should let him be.

You yawned, a sign you were feeling pretty tired as well.

Your eyes closed. Maybe you could indulge yourself just this time too.

***

“Who are you?” Satoru was about to knock your door again when he had to look down at the small dark-haired girl that had made the question. She was probably four or five. He had never seen her before but he thought she might be one of your neighbors.

He was about to respond when the girl spoke again. “You are not their boyfriend.”

He blinked and a small smile formed on his lips.

Funny how we usually get the exact opposite opinion…

“Right, I am not.”

“There you are!” a woman walking up the aisle exclaimed looking at the girl. Satoru guessed it was her mother. The girl did not seem fazed by it, though, and she tilted her head looking at Satoru.

“Are you a homewrecker?” she asked him next in the most innocent tone.

That made the strongest sorcerer blink. “What?”

The mother, who had already arrived to where Gojo and the girl where standing, almost dropped her jaw. She apologized to Satoru, lifted the girl and walked away in embarrassment, scolding the kid.

“Where did you even learn that world?” her mother asked her.

“Grandma’s tv shows.”

Gojo smiled. Kids that age were funny; it reminded him of when he had first met Megumi, although he had never called him a homewrecker.

He was about to knock on your door again when you opened it. You looked like you had just taken a shower.

“Sorry, I thought you were coming later.” You let him in. “You could have used your key, though.”

Gojo followed you into your home and to the kitchen. “I thought you would like me to ‘knock the door at least once’.”

Right, you had told him to do it.

You grabbed a mug from the cupboard and poured in some water, and you were about to ask Gojo if he wanted something to drink, but he spoke first.

“I just met your neighbor’s kid. Kinda short, dark hair. Do they live on this floor?”

You looked at him. There were not many kids in the building, so you figured he was referring to the girl a couple doors away. Her mother seemed to have issues to keep her inside the apartment, and the kid was always wandering around the floor.

Luckily, it not really unsafe here, but still...

Satoru went on. “She called me a homewrecker.”

Your mug stopped mid way to your lips, and after the initial surprise, you laughed.

“She called you a what?”

“A homewrecker.” Satoru broke into a fit of laughter too.

But…

“I wonder why she would get that idea,” he said still sounding amused.

You looked away from him. Actually, you had a theory. Ikeda had dropped by a couple times; once to lend you a book you had told him you wanted to read, and another time to pick you up to go out. Could it be that the girl had seen him and gotten the wrong impression?

“I’ll go change.” You left the mug on the counter and walked to your room.

As you changed, you were thinking of how to tell Satoru about Haruki. It had not been your intention to keep it from him this long, but the subject had just not come up, or rather, it had not seemed to be the right time before. In addition, you were not exactly thrilled about telling your best friend you were reconnecting with that old friend he had disliked so much.

You looked at yourself in the mirror.

I’ll just tell him after the movie. He will be cool about it.

However, as you walked back to the kitchen, Satoru’s bright smile took away your resolve.

“You look good.” He was resting his chin on his palm and looking at your clothes. You were not wearing anything he had not seen before, but his gaze made you self-conscious. You hated keeping things from him. It had never worked.

Nothing could have prepared Satoru for your next words when you stood in front of him and looked him in the eye.

“Satoru, do you remember Ikeda?”

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Note: No notes from me today, just love.

Thank you for reading!

Next: Part VIII

@mavs-stuff @witchbybirth @crookedlyaddictedone-blog @tqd4455 @maybe-a-bi-witch @mo0nforme @maliakealoha @zacatecanaaaa @blushhpeachh @astriarose

[midnightkolrath]

Time for another chapter of 'Leo analyzing DMC stuff' with something that woke me up at 4 AM to think about, as a sudden ponder point

So, the series has a running joke of impalement, namely with Dante being impaled by some sort of sword. Mostly his own sword, though. This little running gag comes full circle in DMC5, when Dante laments on why he was given Rebellion and decides to impale himself with the handle that then proceeds to combine with the Sparda sword to unlock his Sin Devil Trigger form.

But thinking about this more, I realized that this sort of thing has been common, not just with Dante himself.

Though, I'm gonna start talking about his thing with DMC3 here.

With the DMC5 screenshot I've included with Dante's dialogue, plus thinking back about that very moment in DMC3, we know Dante unlocked his devil trigger thanks to Vergil through impalement of his own sword. This is THE main moment we see of a form like devil trigger be unlocked this way.

But, funny enough, if we fast forward into DMC4...we get yet another moment where we have our protag be impaled and awoken to atleast a FORM of their devil trigger...with Nero.

As a side tidbit, the details of this awakening are elaborated in the DMC4 novel, Deadly Fortune, where Nero recalls a dream he had after gaining his demonic arm, featuring a familiar voice (that we know is Vergil) that he remembers again as he went temporarily unconscious. (Though in the novel its implied he temporarily died before reviving...it states his 'heartbeat stopped', though the way its pictured in the game...who completely knows).

This moment of remembrance is what triggers not only the first (incomplete) form of Nero's devil trigger, but the reconstruction of the Yamato. This is the second time the domino effect of being stabbed (or perhaps simply overwhelmed in Nero's case...though Agnus did rub the salt in similarly to Vergil against Dante...not with his own sword but with a sword-like object...maybe its a parallel) resulted in the awakening of a devil trigger, or a newfound power.

Now, if we do the fun thing and roll both forward and back, we'll see that Dante and Nero weren't the only ones that experienced a power awakening this way. Thanks to Visions of V, we get a short flashback of Vergil's childhood. This included the very moment there was the demon attack that killed Eva and separated the twins, sending them on their own paths.

A VERY significant moment we (tragically) get to see is a young Vergil getting attacked by these demons, while he's alone. Its horrifying, but also shares a similar theme though much more brutally.

In fact, its similar to Nero's case, which involves impalement like Dante but grows into being overwhelmed to the point of helplessness. ALSO funny enough, its this bit of helplessness, of feeling that power is NEEDED to get themselves out of the situation they're in to survive for one way or another...that Yamato comes right to their side. When its needed most.

This is, for Vergil, an awakening to what would become his path to gain power at any cost, to never have to feel this helplessness again while also being haunted about the lack of strength he had to protect his mother.

Its interesting that this moment mirrors Nero's claim to yamato in DMC4, with even the desire and call for more power led to Yamato returning to its restored form and going to Nero's side. Like father, like son.

My original point, though, was how a funny ironic running joke of being impaled one way or another in this series apparently leads to awakening of power or resolve for the Sparda clan. This series has many running themes if you look for them, but this is one I've noticed lately. I wonder if Sparda himself went through something like this in his time (heh).

[sweetpumpkinmouse]

Spoiler Warning for Murder Drones Ep. 8

I have thoughts! (that is mostly out of order)

-Everyone’s DEAD!

-I was so shocked to see Uzi and Nori being sweet together. It was pleasantly nice.

-I love the sound effect for space.

-“Nobody traumatizes these weirdly hot robots but me!” Bi Uzi is canon! :D (I did that part early, but I love it)

-V’s alive…cool. It was kind of cool to see her ride a sentinel. Got to see her apologize to N (even if it was a fake N), it was nice to see. I hope the shippers love it, minus the trauma. /gen

-N and Uzi are such dorks! I love them!

-THE TRIO IS BACK BABY!

-Didn’t get apeshit N, sadly. But we did get ✨traumatized N✨!

-Uzi and N helping each other while they are both in pain. With Uzi’s being physical and N’s being mental. The poor fellas.

-Some sweet sappy Nuzi moments. And N going, “That’s my girlfriend!” Awww! And Vizzy (and maybe even the nuziv polycule, I live in denial) might be canon.

-THAD’S SKATEBOARD!!!!!

-Nori is proud mom.

-NIGHTCORE! NIGHTCORE! NIGHTCORE—

-The sentinel is doing a bit of trolling.

-J and V fight-scene!

-My J hate has returned and is justified! I know we were all expecting some big betrayal, but I guess J still sucks. (my hate for her is purely theatrical)

-I’m cringe and I’m free.

-Cyn’s eyes when Uzi ate the blackhole: 😦

-Uzi’s new eyes are very pretty.

-Khan and Nori divorce arc real???? And Khan is way too fucking into it. (EDIT: Apparently not, Nori was behind the door with Khan, I just didn’t see her. Oh, well. It’s sweet)

-The teacher is a mood.

-V and N are at school now and can be “normal kids”. 🥹

-N’s art is improving!

-Doll is really dead. Rip.

-Uzi has full control over her robo-bat form! Yay!

-I love the end credits.

-Uzi’s tail is Cyn now. I love that scene.

-I feel like the ending is very open-ended, which I think is nice. I actually like that we got an open-ending instead of a concrete set future, makes the fan-creations more fun.

-Can’t wait to see the fanfics and fanworks after this! :D

I do feel like some things were rushed and/or were not as fleshed out as I hoped, but I still think it is a good ending.

“Don’t be sad because it’s over; smile because it existed.”

[sarilolla]

Really love your Hanahaki Branch au! Quick question, does the Hanahaki have a role in anything during the world tour? Cuz I feel like that garner a lot more sympathy from the Country trolls to prevent them from throwing the group in jail. And maybe the Bounty Hunters. Hickory for sure.

I know there’s that potion Branch could take but does he have to willingly take it for it to work? Ik the Snack Pack and Kismet would never betray Branch’s trust like that but if someone were to dose Branch without his knowledge, who would it be and what would the aftermath look like?

Thank you! It's so fun that so many are enjoying my work, and I love answering questions, so here you go!

The Hanahaki will have a bit stronger role in World Tour, mainly because it has gone a bit of time, and also since they're looking for more Trolls, isn't there a possibility to find his brothers too? The more he thinks about his brothers, the stronger the Hanahaki will be. (Imagine how fucked it will be when he's actually with them-)

Don't want to say too much, but yeah, it will garner sympathy. Hanahaki is a rare disease, but Trolls know more about it. Branch will try to hide his illness (being stubborn), but when it is noticed, there is sympathy. I'm also going to be just a tad bit delusional about the Country scene because it frustrates me to high heavens and I just... don't want to write that. So the Hanahaki will play a part in it, yeah. Bounty hunters also figure out and worry for him when they meet him. Hickory especially (I like Hickory)

Now for the potion, it is true it can be taken unwillingly, but I don't think that would be a Troll thing to do. Trolls seem like very caring (and forgiving) creatures, so forcing someone to forget about someone is just too cruel to do. They can persuade him, but the decision is his and no one else's. The potion is supposed to be a last resort, when there's no other hope of survival

Now if he was forced to drink the potion... I genuinely don't know who it would be. The only version I can imagine (and sorry to V&V fans), would be if Branch was taken by Velvet and Veneer instead of Floyd, and they knew about what the Perfect Family Harmony could do (shatter diamonds). They still had Branch as bait for the brothers to come (because they will always come, no matter who was taken), but Branch doesn't remember them, so will he join the song? They're banking on him not doing it. Maybe the Perfect Family Harmony returns his memories, if he can be persuaded to join. Maybe he's doomed, and so are the brothers also inside the diamonds, the Family Harmony never completed without the youngest

As for the effects of the potion... it's bad. The potion doesn't take away the flowers kindly in any shape or form. It burns them away, and with it, burns the memories or feelings of the person the flower is for. It hurts, badly, worse with a forced ingestion. It would take of his energy even faster. At least if he took it willingly, it would be in the safety of his village with doctors, friends/found family, and a loving girlfriend to heal. In the V&V scenario (because that's the only way I can imagine he would be forced by someone else), he has nothing like that, including the stealing of his talent/essence... Yeah, he's fucked

Mildly insane about this au, so...

Thanks for the ask ^^