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cherry-leclerc · 8 months

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the red high heels ☆ cs55

genre: humor, secret relationship, leclerc!twins

word count: 1.9k

It's 2am and Charles is desperate to find you. Who better to help look for you than his teammate?

req... guys, i literally wrote different versions of this request at least 5 times...anyways, hope you enjoy a quick one :)

Groaning, Carlos stands up from his bed, making his way to the door. It’s 2 am and he was far too comfortable until he was rudely interrupted. Opening the door, he sees a despaired Charles, dark under eyes evident. “Charles? Are you okay, man?” His voice is raw and croaky almost. His teammate shakes his head, then nods.

“Fuck, it’s just that…my sister. Mate, I don’t know where she is.” Hearing this, the Spaniard narrows his eyes, all of a sudden awake.

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

“Well, I checked her room, I called her and nothing. We’re supposed to be leaving for the airport in an hour!”

Carlos stays still for a moment. “Okay, I’ll help you look for her, she can’t be too far out. She’s not like that.” The Monegasque nods slowly before beginning to slump his way into the room. Carlos sprints after him.

“Oh! Um…How about you wait outside? It’s just that the room is so messy.” Turning his gaze, he points to the spotless room. Charles frowns.

“Carlos, this has got to be the cleanest room I’ve ever seen in my entire life.” He scrunches his nose before waving his hands in his teammates direction. “Hurry and put on a shirt so we can leave.” With tight lips, he nods. He’s slow about it too, the way he makes his way to his suitcase. Opening it, it’s empty. He slightly curses himself for being too much of a neat freak that he just had to organize his clothes into the small closet. “Some girl kept your shirt?” Charles' smile is teasing as he sends over a playful wink. Carlos winces.

“Of course not! Just have to…” He points over to the closet that is on the other side of the room. He pats his face. “You know what? I think I’m going to put my shoes on first! I’ll be quick, if you want we can meet outside.”

“It’s no big deal. I can wait. I mean you are helping me after all.” The brown eyed man wants to yell when a kind smile tugs at Charles’ lips. Get out, get out, get outttt.

“Of course.” Leaning down to grab his Golden Goose under the bed he takes a deep breath. His heart is beating so fast, he thinks it might leap out of his chest. Charles is talking, but all is unclear as Carlos reaches down. He quickly relaxes when he finds his shoes. He lets out a shaky breath.

“Oh no. Is your age getting the best out of you?” Charles snickers as Carlos grunts before sitting beside him, slipping on his shoes ever so slowly. Charles is growing impatient, he could tell. This was good.

“So, um, where do you think she is?” Carlos questions as he unties his other shoe. Charles hums.

“You know what? I have a feeling she’s not that far…Twin telepathy.” The broody man rolls his eyes as Charles shares a thoughtful glance. He laughs. “Call it what you want, but that shit exists.”

“I bet.”

The green eyed boy furrows his brows at Carlos’ clumsy fingers playing with his laces. He desperately huffs. “Do you need help or something?”

“Almost got it…” The white strings become undone for what seems the millionth time before he finally gets the grips of it. Bravo, Charles mutters.

“Coming back to what you were saying, what do you mean by twin telepathy?” Carlos stands up making his way to his empty suitcase again but Charles doesn’t even seem to notice as he becomes entertained by his bracelets.

“Oh, well, it’s real. I feel like she can’t be that far. How else do you think I would win at tag when we were younger?” He raises an eyebrow over his teammate. He continues with a now moody face. “Though, something else tells me she’s with someone, y’know?” Carlos chokes as he turns to face Charles. I don’t, he squeaks out. “It’s just that I’ve had this feeling that she might be seeing someone from the grid. I told her not to and she said she would never, but I don’t know why I could never really believe her. Plus, she’s oddly been attached to her phone a tad bit too much.”

Just then Carlos’ phone rings. They both shoot their eyes to the bright light that shines in the middle of the messy bed sheets. Reaching out, Charles grabs it before handing it over. You should probably answer. Hastily, he takes it.

Get. Him. Out.

He coughs as he slips his phone into his back pocket. “Hey, why don’t you start looking for her without me? I swear I’ll be out in a minute.”

“I don’t know where else to look, I’ve tried everywhere! Just hurry so we can brainstorm ideas. I swear to God when I find her-” A light thud echoes the small room as he cocks his head to the side in attentiveness. He raises his hand to his ear. “Did you hear that?”

The Spaniard immediately goes to rub his elbow. “I just hit my arm, that’s all.”

“Be careful, mate.” He stands up. “Okay grab your shirt.”

“Mierda. I can’t find it.” But that's a lie because just a couple of feet behind Charles, it lies. Right next to a pair of red heels. Charles' eyes roam the room with a slightly annoyed expression before spotting it. Picking it up, he pauses. When he turns around he wears a toothy grin.

“Oh shit! You have a girl over! That’s why you went all shy!” He picks up the heel. “That’s crazy. Looks just like my sisters. Girls just have the same taste these days…”

Carlos quickly grabs the shirt from him before snatching the heel back too. “I-I didn’t–I mean I did, but she left! She must have forgotten her sh–” The words tumble past his lips so fast that he doesn’t notice how Charles’ expression has dropped.

The red high heel could have been anyones, true, but not everyone had your initials at the bottom. He knows since he was the one who had gifted them to you as a birthday present. You had begged for months.

“Hope you shut up now that you have them,” he says as you smile down at the designer heels. You nod happily.

“I promise I’ll take care of them, Charlie! So sweet, I mean, you even added a nice detail!”

He’s fuming, but he’s also confused. “You motherfucker–”

“It’s just a shoe, mate!” Carlos' voice cracks in nervousness as his teammate strolls his way over. The Monegasque quickly grabs Carlos’ collared shirt as he pushes him against the closet. His body thuds as he groans.

“Where’s my sister?” His harsh glare doesn’t equal his tone and that scares Carlos just a tiny…lot.

“I don’t know! Let’s go look for her!” He tries to pry Charles’ hands off, but this only makes him push him back against the wood, harder. He cringes.

“Stop lying.” When Carlos looks down and doesn’t respond, he doesn’t think twice as he starts to bang his body against the brown doors. It shakes so much that the closet starts to get slightly unbalanced. And then…

It tips over.

Reacting quickly, Charles swiftly pulls Carlos away as they both fall onto the floor. The closet falls with a loud thud as they both gasp. But Carlos is quick to try to lift it up. “Calm down, it’s just a closet-”

“Fuck you, your sister is inside!”

Charles’ eyes go wide as he runs over to help his teammate. Finally, once it’s stood up correctly, they open the doors in a hurry. You moan as you rub your head.

“You both are so fucking innsufferable.” Your eyes are screwed shut when you reach your arm out for help. Your boyfriend is about to help you but your brother beats him to it. He leads you to the bed as you curl into a ball. “Oh God, I think I have a concussion.”

“We should take her to the hospital,” Carlos says as Charles bites down onto his nails. He agrees. They care, of course they do, but they’re not smooth about it.

“You grab her head and I’ll grab her legs.” Charles instructs as Carlos nods.

“No!” You sit up straight as you crawl further away from them. “I’m fine.”

“Amor, you should get checked out-”

“I don’t like that nickname. Stop it.” Charles mutters as he crosses his arms. You ignore him.

“Seriously, I’m fine. All your clothes saved me.” He lets out a sarcastic laugh as you giggle. Charles can’t help but glare at both of you.

“Okay, since you’re feeling well, then we should leave. Now.”

“No.”

His gaze sharpens as you cuddle your legs to your chest. “Stop being a brat. Let’s go.” He reaches out for you but you only kick his arms away. I’ll leave with Carlos, you bicker back. “Just shut up. Let’s. Go.” He reaches out to grab your legs as he starts to drag you towards him, but you’re kicking and screaming so loud that he lets go to cover his ears. He almost loses it when you run over to Carlos as you hug him like your favorite teddy bear.

“You can go. I want to leave with Carlos.”

He clicks his tongue as he places his hands on his hips. He taps his shoe. “Listen, say goodbye or whatever you want, but you are not going anywhere with him.” You shake your head. Carlos sighs as he places a kiss to the top of your head.

“I think he’s right.”

I don’t need your help controlling my sister, Charles wants to warn him but he doesn’t when he notices you deflate, furthermore. “No, I want to stay with you. I can deal with him later.” The Spaniard unties your hands from his waist before he leans down to place a kiss on your cheek.

“No, you should listen to your brother.” You know he isn’t breaking up with you, but perhaps a bang to the head has you slightly sensitive. Tears slowly fill up your eyes.

“Do you not want me anymore?” Your voice is small and he wants to punch himself for causing so much confusion. He’s about to say, you know I always do, but decides not to answer when he looks up at Charles, who stands by quietly.

“I…”

Charles awkwardly clears his throat as he twists his heel. You muster up the dirtiest stare possible as you say, “What do you want now?” He winces at your tone as he exhales in defeat.

“You can stay.” You narrow your eyes as you let out a wobbly smile. Are you serious? He nods as Carlos smiles at him in thankfulness. “But we spoke about this so many times, didn’t we? I always warned you that relationships like this take lots of taking care of, that's the main reason why I was always so against it, never because I didn’t want to see you happy.” His eyes flicker to Carlos, who’s attention remains on you.

“I know that, but I don’t care. I’m willing to learn.”

“I know you are. And you.” He points sharply at the Spaniard. “I can’t believe you went behind my back! That’s my sister!” Calm down, you plead. “You know what, we’re twins, so I hope you think of me when you kiss her-”

The room goes silent as you stare back with wide eyes. Once a single giggle is let out, a string only follows as you hurl over laughing. “That’s so wrong!” Charles blushes.

“Forget I said anything, just…Be careful and treat her right.”

Carlos bobs his head as he hugs you from behind and you lean into his touch with a glow Charles has never seen on you.

“I swear to God I will always do that.”

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crguang · 1 month

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just one taste

morning quickie with kafka because we all deserve it <3

gn!reader, smut, service top!reader, power bottom!kafka (HEAR ME OUTTTT), fluffy fluff, oral sex, 3k words

A/N: i could’ve made this so pathetic and yearnful but i spared you all because it’s already disgustingly cute.

“Keep those off,” you gesture groggily to your own eyes with a finger, brows furrowed in a sleepy daze, and Kafka pauses in front of the mirror, “and come here.”

You run a hand over your face as Kafka smiles in amusement from her seat at her makeup vanity. You turn to the digital clock on her bedside with narrowed eyes and the glaring numbers it displays offend you. It’s 6:27 in the morning, sun rays paint the bed sheets in soft colors and you force yourself to sit up against the pillows. Kafka glances to where your shirt rises up your stomach when you stretch your arms above your head, uninterested in your personal battle with consciousness as you rub the sleep out of your face. The bridge of your nose scrunches up comically with a yawn and hours of moving around has messed up your hair, there’s a small pimple growing near your hairline that you’ll undoubtedly scowl at later and yet Kafka finds all these mundanities beautiful. How silly.

“Why?”

She places the contact lens back into its case and rests an elbow on the vanity table, her cheek in her palm and fondness in her gaze reflected by the morning light.

You frown at the question like the answer is as obvious as the blue in the sky. “Because I want to see you; it’s too early to hide. Why are you still over there?”

She only smiles at your reasoning. “I have to pick up something before the mission.”

“Do it later.”

Kafka sighs in pretend exasperation and rises to her feet. She’s fully dressed in her usual attire save for her lack of shoes and her steps are silent as she makes her way to the bed.

“Can’t argue with that logic,” she teases.

The mattress dips where her knee sinks into it. You scoot over a little to create some space and Kafka falls back onto the covers. You waste no time in laying your cheek on her chest and wrapping your arm around her waist. You sigh as your thigh lodges itself between hers. A hand gently strokes your hair almost instantly afterwards. It would’ve been easy to fall back asleep this way, but once you’ve fully woken up it’s always an inner struggle to return to that state of peaceful unconsciousness. Kafka’s an early riser, so she’s careful not to disturb you when she slips out of bed to get ready for the day; she’s generally silent in all she does, anyway.

You welcome the stillness of the morning and the quiet of the room as you bask in her touch. In a few hours she will have to leave with Blade to complete another part of Elio’s script and her presence has been fickle as is. You have your own missions to complete, with and without some of the other Stellaron Hunters. Time isn’t often on your side so you cherish these moments where everything is light; the rising sunshine, her fingers through your hair or under your shirt, your tranquil heart. Kafka loves to act like she’s indulging you, sighs and reluctantly complies as if you’re forcing her hand, when the truth is much simpler. It was funny and endearingly charming the first time she held you close to her chest and you felt the drumming of her heart, quick as one of her bullets. You enjoy how guarded she is because you get to unravel her like a present, and what’s hiding within those colorful layers is someone so easily understood.

You lift your head to look at her, chin resting between her breasts, and meet her eyes. Without her contacts they reveal what she would rather stay away from sight. She’s even prettier up close. Kafka raises a questioning brow when you fail to contain a smile.

“It’s nothing,” you softly shake your head. Kafka’s free fingers slowly trail down your earlobe to your jaw.

“You’re such an open book,” she says with a small smile, eyes narrowing.

“Yeah?”

She hums. Her round nails scratch your cheek. “Too open for your own good.”

You know why she has those walls around her; knowledge is power and the less others know about her, the bigger her advantage. A sensible reasoning, but you find it exhausting and unnecessary. Being connected to your feelings doesn’t make you irrational and has never hindered your competences as a Stellaron Hunter. Her ability to get under people’s skin while revealing none of her intentions does make Kafka an exceptional poker player, though. You still owe her two thousand credits.

“Should I hide my emotions like you do?”

“No. This is how I like you, after all.”

“Oh, you like me?” You drawl teasingly and your grin widens when Kafka rolls her eyes. She pinches your cheek with two fingers.

“Sometimes.”

Using a hand on the bed to steady yourself, you lift your body to hover over hers. The hand in your hair descends to rest on your waist, squeezing once. You glance at her peach colored lips and watch the way they stretch further into a knowing smirk. When your gaze flicks back to hers, you lean a little closer.

“You know…” you trail off, “…I think I like you too.”

“‘That so?”

You nod. Kafka cups your jaw and rubs the skin with a forefinger. There’s a familiar glimmer in her eye as she speaks.

“How much?”

You don’t expect the question, so you pause for a few seconds. Kafka revels in catching you off guard, it makes her feel powerful in a way you don’t entirely understand. She awaits your reply, raising an eyebrow at your silence.

“I don’t know,” you finally answer pensively, looking away as you think. “Nothing of what we’ve gone through so far has tested the limits of how I feel for you.”

“How you feel for me, huh?”

“Mmm. When I look at you, I see the ocean.”

Your home planet had begun suffering the effects of a Stellaron long before you were born, turning most of it into a dry desert. You’d heard of the long, flowing rivers and gentle lakes growing up and those were just made up images in your mind for a long time. The sea was an even bigger myth, harder to picture because of its boundless proportions; it was impossible to imagine thousands of miles of water and depths no one could explore. You still remember the slow blinks of Kafka’s eyes when you admitted it to her years ago after she’d mentioned it in a sentence. The first time you saw the ocean, her hand was in yours. You stood, wide-eyed and speechless at the limitless expanses of royal blue, with the wind in your ears and grains of sand between your toes. You felt small, insignificant in a way that filled you with relief. In front of something so grand, you could be anything and it wouldn’t matter. Kafka’s open gaze was on you as the waves crashed to the shore like she was looking at the sea through your eyes and drinking in your wonderment. When you turned to her with parted lips, you felt breathless in the exact same way.

Kafka’s mask doesn’t crack but without the contacts she can’t hide the way her pupils dilate a few millimeters at your easy confession. Her mouth is frozen in that usual smile, the fingers on your skin have stopped moving, and you grin when you realize she’s so surprised she doesn’t know what to say. She’s quick to regain her composure though.

She effortlessly brings you closer and her breath fans over your lips when she replies, “Cute. I was expecting something better, though.”

“You’re such a fucking liar—“

Kafka cuts you off with a longing kiss and the rest of your sentence dies in your throat. You taste her lipstick as her mouth presses to yours and the hand on your waist gives it another squeeze. Her lips part to deepen the kiss, her tongue softly meets yours, leaving you breathless. You’re reduced to putty above her and she’s aware of it. Slow, languid kisses have a way of softening your bones and making you light until you’re like an inflating balloon drifting through space. With only the movement of her mouth, you forget everything that’s happened prior. Her kiss is the river Lethe and you are made anew with each one pressed to your lips.

You chase her lips when she pulls away and a short chuckle sounds from her throat. The hand around your jaw grips it tighter, keeping you in place.

“What is it you were saying?” She asks playfully, eyes flickering between yours.

“I really don’t care.” You pout when you try to lean forward and fail due to her hold on you. “Let me kiss you.”

“Ask nicely.”

“Please let me kiss you.”

“That doesn’t sound like a question.”

You swallow a whine and take a breath. “Can you please fucking kiss m—“

Her fingers suddenly squish your cheeks, making your entire face scrunch and your words incomprehensible. You look like a fish as she hums disapprovingly.

“I’m not sure I like this filthy little mouth of yours. Try again.”

She releases you. You smile sweetly.

“Can I kiss you, please?”

Your stomach tightens at the satisfaction on her face. She brings you closer a second time and plants an indulging kiss on your mouth. A sigh almost escapes you at the feel of her. You let her lead, happy to be along for the ride. The hand on your waist slips under your shirt to trail up your back and press you further against her body. The pace quickens a touch as she caresses your skin and you refuse to pull away for air until you feel the intoxicating pounding of your brain inside your skull.

You’re in a daze when you separate from her lips and exhale sharply through your nose. Her pretty lipstick is smudged from your kiss; the sight fuels the lustful embers in your belly. Kafka doesn’t protest as you press kisses across her jaw, just sinks her fingers into your hair with an amused chuckle. Your mouth follows a nonlinear pattern on her face, from the skin of her jaw to the apple of her cheeks, on the bridge of her nose and the corner of her eye. You wish to kiss every inch of her until you can map her body with only your mouth. It’s easy to lose yourself in her as she welcomes your affection with breathless kisses against your lips.

You only pull away to adjust your position over her, thighs on each side of her hips and back arched as you bend to kiss her once more. One of your hands is planted on the bed to support yourself while the other fiddles with the straps of her shirt for a minute before you make a noise of frustration into Kafka’s mouth and raise your upper body in order to properly see the buckles of her outfit. They’re easier to unfasten with both hands.

“Someone’s needy…” Kafka’s eyes narrow in amusement at your unsteady manipulation of her clothes. She simply watches your struggle for a moment.

You stop fiddling with her clothes to lean in and press a few kisses into her neck. Her head tilts to allow you better access and you take that opportunity to graze your teeth against the skin near her jawline, not quite marking it because she’ll be leaving soon and won’t have time to cover herself up.

“We have time, right?” You mumble into her neck, tongue darting out to lick at her skin. “I really want you…”

Kafka glances at the digital clock on the nightstand and turns back to you with a daring smile. “If you’re quick.”

You nod quickly and that pulls another quiet laugh out of her as you move to unclasp the button of her high-waisted shorts in record time. Your hands sneak under her shirt to feel the plane of her stomach. You lean in for a kiss as they travel up her torso and squeeze her breasts over her bra. Fingers slip under the offending garment to replace the padded cups with your palms, and a hum reverberates through Kafka’s chest when you swipe a thumb over her nipple. You keep her mouth busy with needy kisses, tongue swirling around hers. You pinch her hardening nipples in the way she likes, roughly and when she least expects it, and you’re rewarded with a soft sigh against your lips.

If you had the time, you would have been patient and fondled her chest until it flushed under a thin layer of sweat. You would have brought your mouth to her nipples, grazed your teeth over their sensitive tips and suckled them until Kafka’s exhales could be heard. You don’t have the time, so you settle for applying pressure on them in tight circles until they feel like the pink marbles she keeps in a box on her vanity. One of your hands abandon her chest to slip into her unbuttoned shorts.

“Wanna taste you,” you mutter into her mouth as you feel the thin fabric of her underwear. Your middle finger rubs her sex over the material and it sinks effortlessly between her lips. “Please?”

“Mm…” Kafka places two hands on your shoulders and nudges you firmly down her body. “Go ahead, baby.”

You straighten up to slide the clothes past her hips and down her legs until they’re pooling at her ankles. You trail open-mouthed kisses up her thighs as you settle between them, occasionally biting and sucking the soft flesh, leaving behind already fading bruises. The dark reds match her hair color, you notice.

Kafka’s fingers tangle comfortably in your hair. She guides you to where she wants you the most and you use two fingers to spread her slick lips apart, almost moaning at the sight of her so ready for your mouth. You kiss around her cunt, then remember that you’re on a clock and lick a long stripe up her slit. You hum in pleasure at her tangy taste as your tongue teases the base of her clit. Kafka sighs above you, long and drawn out. Her clit pulses on your tongue when you take it between your lips and suck. Your fingers explore between her folds in a sensual massage that only makes her wetter, and it feels like a reward the moment her thighs close in around your head. You lap up her cunt like a thirsty kitten, reveling in her quiet moans and hums. You flick your tongue up and down her slit, greedily swallowing her arousal.

“Mm…” Kafka doesn’t muffle her appreciation, the hand in your hair pushing you closer to her cunt until the tip of your nose tickles her clit. Her hips begin to follow the pace of your tongue. Her voice is an amused drawl as she speaks, “You’re like a— ah— an eager little puppy…”

You can’t help the whine that escapes you as you squeeze your thighs together, and Kafka chuckles at the sound only for it to shift into a soft moan when your middle finger pushes inside her cunt. You steadily pump the digit into her, feeling her walls clench around you. Your lips and chin are coated in her slick and you bring your attention back to her puffy clit, swirling your tongue around the bud until Kafka’s thighs squeeze your ears, a silent request to give her more. You add a finger inside of her and curl the digits to graze the spot that makes her curse. A glance upwards shows Kafka’s features twisting in pleasure, lips parting. She’s beautiful like this, and you wish you could see the way her bare breasts rise and fall with each breath.

“Oh…”

You know she’s close to the edge when her cunt sucks in your fingers and her clit throbs in your mouth. You flatten your tongue to swallow more of her arousal and let her grind her pussy further into you. Kafka isn’t shy or ashamed, her throaty moans excite you and only incite you to make her feel as good as you can. The coil in your stomach tightens when she traps your head with her thighs, uncaring of whether you have difficulty breathing or not. She’s drunk on her own pleasure and her free hand snakes under her shirt to pinch her nipple, building her orgasm until you feel her cunt squeeze your fingers like a vice. Her hips stutter a couple times and with a hard suck on her clit, Kafka comes into your mouth. You’re surrounded by her, your senses can recognize only her taste and her smell and the harmonious sounds of her moans as she bucks against you. You help her ride the waves of her orgasm with the flat of your tongue against her folds.

Kafka takes in a deep breath as her high slowly fades away and her hips settle back onto the bed. You clean her up with soft kitten licks and the fondness in her gaze while she looks down at you makes you want to eat her out until she can’t control the tremble in her thighs. Her short nails scrap your scalp for a moment, then she uses the grip in your hair to pull you away from her cunt. She brings your face close to hers with a teasing smile and sloppily kisses the pout off your lips.

“Look at that,” she breathes out when you pull away and glance at the shiny pinks of her lips, “you made it with some time to spare.”

Kafka matches your growing grin and pulls you into another messy, sticky kiss. Somehow, she makes it out of the bedroom in time and is ready to set off for the Xianzhou Luofu with Blade exactly as Elio foresaw it. If he notices the spring in her step, he doesn’t say a word.

#honkai star rail #hsr kafka #hsr #hsr x reader #kafka x you #kafka x reader #kafka smut #hsr smut #hsr x you #gn!reader #hsr fluff #kafka fluff #dom!kafka #dom!hsr

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11bd · 7 months

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hear me out HEAR ME OUTTTT

+bonus 💍

#tokyo revengers #karen kurokawa #sakurako sano #manjiro sano #izana kurokawa #sakukaren #karen n sakurako ditching makoto for each other and raising their kids together is smth so special to me

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doukeshi-kun · 7 days

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Dad Nikolai is definitely the type of dad to walk around shirtless all the time especially during the summer. Like he's the dad that while all the kids are outside playing, he's chilling, not a shirt in sight. Sun's out, tiddies out. Gimme his breasts pls 🙏

𝙙𝙖𝙙!𝙣𝙞𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙞 + 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨

replies ✥ oh hell yea tiddies outttt

contents ✥ fluff, suggestive , oc kids (yuri, mari, karol), fem!reader

Nikolai treats you like a queen.

His words and manners are enough proof that he sees you as one. You could not remember how many times have you felt so down about your appearance, especially after three pregnancies. But Nikolai would always be there, hands slithering on your body, tracing your curves and folds and fleshes and bones, with his lips uttering how beautiful you are.

And he is such a great father as well. He makes sure your children all tell you how beautiful and pretty and cute you are. Yuri is a good boy—he always says nice things to you. Mari wants to be as pretty as you—she said. And Karol... Well, he often compares you with his favourite Hot Wheels cars, so you take it as a compliment.

It's summer. The sun is bright outside. It is a little windy, it is such a nice weather to chill. You are standing right outside your house, monitoring Yuri and Mari who are gardening. They seem to be focused on choosing between succulents. Yuri has taken a new interest these days and you are more than happy to support him—and Nikolai is always eager to play with Yuri, despite the boy's annoyance.

“Dad, dad! Bell man gonna come! Just waaatch!”

“I don't understand you, Karol...”

You hear your husband's voice and you turn to the side, seeing Nikolai's pinky getting pulled by Karol who is excited about some 'bell man'. Nikolai notices you and mouthes 'Help me' with a pleading pout.

However, your eyes are wandering away.

You know Nikolai likes to be shirtless—and this man is a nudist after 2AM—but there is just something else about his look right now.

Shirtless, black shorts, hair in a bun. His chest is toned, with lines of his muscles. His shoulders are just as broad as you remember.

You do not know if it is hormones or you are just attracted by how good of a father he is, but he definitely stirs something in you. You find yourself to be staring hard at his physique—has he exercised or something? Why do his arms look so strong and firm? Why does his waist look so huggable? Are his muscles already looked that toned and visible?

“Pervert alert.”

You swallow nervously when you realize that he is standing beside you. A timidity creeps up, and it feels like you two are young again. Nikolai grins, leaning closer to you. You feel your cheeks heat up and you lightly shove him by his chest, although it does nothing to nudge an inch of him.

“Aww, you shy now?” He teases again, holding your wrist and keeping your hand close to his body. Your fingers are brushing against his bare skin—he is slightly sweaty and he feels warm. Nikolai smirks, pressing your hand so you would palm his chest. “Come on, don't be shy. We've been together for years, my love.”

You pout, pinching his chest lightly. Instead of wincing, Nikolai only laughs, enjoying your reaction. “You’re so fun to tease. Always the same face. Never get tired of it, you know?” He says as he gives your ass a light smack, which you do not mind as much—he is always touchy. But his hand is lingering on your rear for a little too long.

He gives your ass a good squeeze, causing you to squirm and hitting his chest lightly. “D-Don't do that here... The kids—”

“Kids, go inside right now!” Suddenly Nikolai shouts at them and they immediately turn to both of you. You click your tongue in annoyance, attempting to pinch his stomach, but God—his body is firm.

“Don't listen to your dad. He's being stupid again.” You reply, assuring your kids that Nikolai is just joking. Both Mari and Karol are clearly confused but Yuri has the nastiest look on his face, which makes Nikolai cracks a wheeze of laughter.

“Isn't he always stupid though?” Yuri says. Karol gasps, looking at his big brother in disbelief.

“He is?!”

“He is.”

“I don't think daddy is stupid! I think he's just... mmm... selective smart!” Mari says and Nikolai cheers. He gets to his little princess and carries her up.

“Oh, my little flower! You really are your daddy's defender! Mwah!” He kisses her cheek, making Mari giggle. You smile to yourself but your smile falters into a shriek of embarrassment when Nikolai suddenly turns to you, saying, “It's okay, love. I'll carry you like this too.” He winks.

“Stop it,” You huff but your mind is already wandering elsewhere when you are starting to imagine how nice it feels when he wraps his strong arms around you. Your face heats up and you gaze away, trying not to look at your husband's flirtatious smile any longer.

“Bell man!” Karol suddenly shouts excitedly and both you and Nikolai turn to the gate, seeing Karol waddling to see an ice cream bike passing just in front of the house. The man on the bike is ringing a bell—a gesture to attract attention.

“Karol, don't go to the road!” Nikolai barks sternly as he puts down Mari. Yuri is already on his way to hold back his little brother who is excited for some ice cream when the ice cream man parks his bike right outside your yard. Mari looks at both you and Nikolai before grinning and following his brothers, seeming to want an ice cream too.

“Well, guess I have to buy ice cream for everyone,” Nikolai mumbles to himself. “Look after them for a while, sweetheart. I'm gonna get my wallet.”

“And... get your shirt,” You playfully smacks his chest, squeezing it. “Don't wanna have those aunties gawk their eyes on my husband now, do we?”

“Possessive, I like that,” Nikolai smirks as he slaps your butt lightly. “This is all yours, honey. No one has a chance, alright?” You giggle as you shove him back lightly, urging him to get inside and get dressed. Nikolai still has that perverted grin on his face as he walks into the house.

You turn to your kids, expecting a wholesome scenery of your kids choosing ice cream for each other, but all you see is Karol standing on the bike with the ice cream man—not even Yuri or Mari is stopping him.

©doukeshi-kun 2024 — do not copy, plagiarize and repost my works to any platform, more @/cherikolya

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krashoutluv · 4 months

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PLEASEEEE I LOVE YOUR HEADCANONS, THEY'RE SOOOO ACCURATE.

PLEASE make a headcanon of how Jason acts like when he's jealous

GOT YOU SO BAD ANON, AND THANK YOU SM!! Its always so nice to hear if my writing’s accurate caus i try so hard to make it accurate #I WANT HIM !!

Jealous Ak!Jason Todd HC’s SFW

i wish his eyes were green so i could make an,

’ MY EYES ARE GREEN, I EAT MY VEGGIES. ’

reference.

I think Jason could have a really hard time with even a friend he deems too close

A lot of it is his fear and insecurity of being replaced, subconsciously i think it reminds him of how Bruce replaced him with Tim.

When his jealousy is really bad, the connection/relation is very conscious to him.

Around the person hes jealous of he’s super quiet, unnaturally quiet— he wouldn’t let you two out of his sight.

literally at your hip, not directly touching you, but making sure the other person cant get too close.

arms crossed stank face and everything. he looks like he’s part of the mean girls.

ACTUALLY JUST A BIG ASS SCARY DOG.

If its really bad around this person, he’ll just straight up leave without saying anything.

If he does talk he’s snappy and or responds as shortly and quickly as possible

This guy is giving the nastiest looks/side eyes known to man

If it gets really bad and you dont notice he’ll snap at you on accident. It happens in a spit second and its truly just bc of how pissed he is.

“Why dont you ask [name]” or etc, its kinda childish but he really doesn’t know how to hold it together. these kind of emotions stem from when he was still a teen, so expressing it is messy and frustrating

NOOO BABBYY NOOO

RESPOND ANYTHING ALONG THE LINES OF, “Maybe I will.” and hes done, truly that’d break his trust so bad. He ghosts you completely. I really don’t think he’d even get back into a relationship with you.

After the person leaves he’s still being quiet, when you ask after taking notice he doesn’t tell the truth

“Nothing.”

He knows its not right that he feels this way over something so mundane but he can’t help it, he couldn’t handle being replaced again by someone he loves dearly.

You gotta be patient with him, I think if you gently pry and explain how you’ve noticed his behaviors he’ll crack open for you.

Not a gush of emotions just a quick confession.

“I just don’t get having them around when you have me.”

I think its good to take into consideration how much time he was alone

so its easy for him to be confused why you’d want other people in your life as well compared to him who’s content with just you.

he’s not dumb! so its pretty easy for him to understand this after you explain

but he still has that replacement insecurity that starts the jealously.

even with a conversation, truly only time can help him overcome it. You could show him a million things to prove your loyalty but only till you’ve spent like a decade with him, then he will trust you.

U EITHER IN A RELATIONSHIP W/ HIM OR OUTTTT HEE TRYYYNNAA BEE 4LLIIIIIFFEEERRRSSS

i love him so bad. ur safe with me bbg i SWEAR.

inbox 2 rq or ramble 💟

#arkham knight x reader #skullkidwithsunglasses #jason todd x reader #jason todd #arkham knight #jason peter todd #i ramble about arkham knight heheheej #red hood #red hood x reader

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chaepink · 1 year

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ok hear me outttt-

goth or emo!dabi x old rich!fem!reader highschool or collage au

were dabi has been simping over rich girl reader over here since the first day of class and has been trying to date out ever since, like he would try stuff like flirt with you in the hallways, puts his number on you phone (hes been stalking you🤭) gives you the most chocolate on valentines day all that stuff

and reader is aware of this and finally dates him with an extra reward~

kinks to add here : BDSM, yandere themes, dumbification, sugarmommy and sugar baby, dumbification

also old rich is an aesthetic search it on pinterest or tiktok

Yes I AM hearing you out 🤭

Dabi always trying to please the reader like buying them food when they forget to bring some to school, always running towards their last class (obviously he knows your schedule) so he could walk home with them, and weirdly knowing where their house was without the reader telling them it when he came over for the first time

He's a adorable puppy really. A stalker yes, but a puppy who could do nothing wrong

And since he stalks the reader, he knows that the reader is secretly into bdsm and rather likes being the one in control...

So the first time you two had sex, of course he immediately fell into the submissive role (as if he wasn't eventually going to anyways) and began whining, begging, and whimpering for your touch

All while you took the bait and gave him exactly what he wanted

In the end, you messed him up so much that he was covered in his own sweat, tears, and cum as red handprints covered his ass and inner thighs

#ngl i may start writing for dabi?#chaepink.thirsts #chaepink.answers #dom!reader #sub!character #dom reader #sub!mha #sub!dabi #dabi x female reader #dabi x reader #mha x reader

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alzvxs · 5 months

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“you are like the stars” ft. Portgas D. Ace

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~🪷 a/n: C.ai have been inspiring me WAY to much recently😭. anyways dropping some fluff since not in the mood of hc’s today sorry yall :(!!

~🪷 my masterlist<3

~🪷 SUMMARY: F!reader teases Tired!Ace, by comparing him to the stars at night, while cuddling in your hammock.

y/n: orange text

ace: red text

w/c (word count): 1,208 (short😕)

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my pretty star♥️

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IT was a though day for both of you. WhiteBeard purposely giving tasks to clean the ship, since the whole crew was at the bar all day.

FINALLY it was night. you were laying on your hammock, reading a book. Ace walks in all tired and grumpy from the tasks, which brings a chuckle out of you. Ace tried his best to hide his smile when he heard your sweet little laugh.

“Cmere lay down.”- you said patting your stomach. nothing eased Ace more, than sweet cuddles and you using your sweet voice to talk about everything. isnt he just a pup?

he immediately laid down, burying his head in your stomach, wrapping his strong hands around your chest.

you snickered at him as you ran your fingers in his hair. Ace smiles even more as you run your fingers through his hair. The feeling made him feel like a very content puppy, and you could see his eyes flutter with every stroke of your hand through his hair. His body relaxed as he enjoyed this feeling quite a lot, and you could see one of his hands wrapping around your chest tighter. He lets out a content sigh and leans more into your body, his body warming up slightly from the heat of your hand running through his hair.

“and you deny that you are like a puppy.”- you teased him. he wasnt the type to admit his clingy and follows you around so he can ‘protect’ his woman, but in reality, he just wants to spend time with you.

Ace just rolls his eyes and chuckles again as he responds in a teasing tone.

"I'm not like a puppy at all. Psh. I'm way bigger and more handsome than any puppy could ever be. And I definitely do not enjoy being treated like a cute and adorable little pet, nor do I also enjoy being spoiled by you."

“then get off of me if you dont like it.”- you sounded like a mom, too tired to argue with her teenage daughter. your other hand was turning to another page of your book.

"Hmm... no."- Ace answers you, but he doesn't move to do what you say. His playful and flirty tone makes it seem like he doesn't mind being on you at all, and you can tell he even enjoys playing this game with you. His body stays in its relaxed position as he doesn't see any reason why he would move to get off of you.

“aw, my pretty bipolar princess.”- you replayed to him, a cocky smirk already printing on your face, as you stroked the back of his neck.

Ace sighs softly and relaxes even more when you caress his neck. His body is completely relaxed at this point, and you can tell this is something he is enjoying because of the way his eyes are already starting to shutter a bit more as he gets more and more comfortable with you holding and caressing him.

“you know you are like the stars.”- you broke the silence, trying to be sweet for once. not that you arent already sweet like a lollipop to him, but still.

This sudden confession and compliment makes Ace chuckle and he rolls his eyes before giving you a smug grin.

"Me? Like the stars? You could come up with any cute analogy, and you go with that? You've got to be kidding me."- He chuckles again, but you can see even now he is still relaxed as you caress the back of his neck. He seems as if he isn't going to bother moving from this position, as his tone still remains playful and flirty.

“oh my gosh, im trying to be sweet for once! hear me outttt!!”- you pouted, already annoyed. your reaction just making him laugh more and more.

“okay okay, fine. hehe”- he continued chuckling, but after around a minute calmed down. “you can continue now, sweetheart”

you sighed, continuing your statement. “wanna know why?”

"Sure, I wouldn't mind hearing why you think that. But, don't expect a sweet response from me if you do tell me."

“you are just unbelievable.”

“okay, fine, fine! im stopping. sorry, beauty. continue, please? i wanna hear it, i actually got interested, hehe.”

“because in the day you hide your emotions, all serious and stuff..like the stars. but at night you are relaxed more expressive and more loving..you shine at night..like the stars.”

when he hears your confession (or a little poem idk), he is speechless for a moment when you give him this analogy. In a way, you kind of had the right idea about what his personality was really like. During the day, he was stoic and cold, but when the night came, he was more relaxed and in a way even cuter than he usually is. He eventually smiles softly and chuckles a little.

"I didn't know you were as perceptive as this. Well, let me tell you this. You aren't wrong about me being more relaxed and affectionate at night. But, you aren't allowed to tell anyone else this."

“oh yeah? what if i tell someone?”- you spoke a little bit louder, a cocky smirk appearing on your pretty face.

“im gonna wipe this smirk out of your face!”- he barked back teasingly, his cheeks getting redder and redder.

“how?”

“by..”- he forgot his comeback, which made him only even more embarrassed.- “touché.”- he continued, his lips forming a pouty expression.

you pecked his cheek.- “you can never outsmart a woman, love.”

as much as he hated being defeated, he enjoyed seeing you all cocky and smirk-ish, cuz of your win. when you pecked his cheek, he closed his eyes and smiled goofy.

The night continued with both of you talking about the future, books, music, the ocean and etc. overall he is in cloud nine with you. after all every star needs their moon, innit? well you were his moon, and heck..he never was more happy. he wouldnt trade you for the world. he loved his moon way to much..his little precious moon..the best moon..the only moon for him was you..and no one else.

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i hope yall enjoyed♥️ (follow for more :3)

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subskz · 6 months

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HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUTTTT

training lino so he can’t cum without permission. <3

he’s a brat, of course, so he’ll touch himself while you’re away so that you’ll punish him. he always times it perfectly so that you catch him in the act. one time, you decide that his punishment is continuing while you watch.

he’s filled with shame, but he’s too prideful for it to show aside from the way his ears turn red. he goes through with the punishment, of course, but gets frustrated quickly. he’s so, so close but he just can’t make himself cum. whether you give him permission so that he finally can or not is up to you. <3

anyways, this is rotting my brain.

you say lino and i’m hearing u out…you say training and i’m hearing u out…you say training lino??? 😰😭🥰😵‍💫

i’m convinced this would be the most gratifying feeling in the world when it comes to a stubborn brat like him hehe. instead of trying to get him to behave through sweet words or harsh punishments, it's a lot more fun to gradually condition him so that he has no choice but to listen, bc no matter how bad he wants to disobey you, his body has come to rely on you only and he can’t find relief any other way <3 by the time he catches on to your motive behind gently encouraging him to cum every time he gets close to the edge, it’s already too late~

timing his disobedience so that you find him in the middle of it is exactly the kind of brat move lino would pull -_-; at first he flashes you the cockiest sultry smirk, tilting his head back, playing up his expressions and exaggerating his moans just to mess w you even further…but when you tell him to keep going and make himself cum like that, suddenly he’s not nearly as bold. the sight of his ears flushed red as he scrunches his face into a frustrated pout would make all the trouble worth it, especially when the moment of truth arrives and a shiver runs minho’s spine as he realizes he literally can’t make himself cum. he’d look so cute pumping his hand helplessly and shooting you the most pitiful glare, bc he knows now that the only way he’ll get to release is by begging you to say the words…how embarrassing for him

#ask #suna-dionysus #💌 lino

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hyperfixatedfandomer · 1 year

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Imagine if Lo'ak hadn't gotten away and was captured with Spider, and for whatever reason Jake doesn't go after him, which means Lo'ak was abandoned with Spider.

(I don't know how he does it, but he gets Ardmore to agree to both Lo'ak and Spider coming with the recoms, and now the recoms have two teenage boys with them.)

Quaritch originally tolerates Lo'ak for Spider's sake, the boy had refused to leave his 'brother' behind and the kid could make a good bargaining chip in a pinch, but after a while he starts to get....concerned.

It's little things here and there; the way Lo'ak keeps calling Quaritch 'sir' even after being told not to, how he reacts to the orders Quaritch gives to the squad, and the way he looks like he's expecting a verbal lashing because Spider fell and scrapped his back while they were roughhousing.

By the time Miles hears about the whole train raid, he's pretty much decided that he's not giving this kid back and there's a little urge in the back of his head to nab the others too.

I mean, his kid call's Lo'ak his brother, it's not that big a stretch right?

YES WE GOTTA CALL JAKE OUTTTT!!!! Listen, Quaritch’s is a grade A asshole but if he did one thing right it was making sure that his own kid stays as far as possible from the action. He would be so bamboozled when he finds out Sully’s sons are literal child-soldiers 😭

Quaritch didn’t want to take the blue brat along. While Spider was very capable of causing chaos, he was at least tiny and could be restrained easily. The fourteen-year old with him was a much bigger problem though, as he was up to Miles’s chest and seemed like he could hold his own in a fight rather easily, so he made sure to cut the problem at its root.

“Listen up you little punk.” He spoke in a low voice, holding Lo’ak by the arm. “The only reason why you’re here is so Spider doesn’t get bored and stays in line, but if you pull something with me or my squad” he pointed at Spider “He’ll be the one paying for your shit, so you best behave.”

Bluffing up a threat was the easiest solution for self-sacrificial teenagers like the two they were on a mission with and Lo’ak believed him, which made their travel go without much trouble but then…

Some of the boy’s weirder behaviours began coming out.

The first time Lo’ak stood in line with the soldiers when Quaritch barked at them to assemble, he didn’t give it much thought. Simply pulled him away with a “Not you.” And called it a day.

He didn’t expect it to repeat time and time again, like some kind of reflex.

“Son, you ain’t in the squad. Stand down.”

“Yes sir.” He answered, his eyes down and face blank, before stepping away.

“And how many times do I ya? Don’t call me that. I’m not your colonel, refer to me by my last name.”

“Yes..” he still looked down.

“You too scared to look at me?”

Pointing it out made Lo’ak widen his eyes as if he only now noticed the strange habit, and establish eye contact with the Na’vi in front of him.

“That’s better. You’re a kid, stay out of the way and we won’t have any problems, that’s all I need.”

The words actually seemed to surprise the boy, before he hastily nodded and retreated to stand by Spider’s side.

Now that Lo’ak noticed it, Spider was always relaxed around Quaritch. Sure he hated the guy, more than Lo’ak himself ever could, but their banter, the way Quaritch would lean in or crouch when Spider wanted to talk to him, the way his voice seemed to be just a tad bit gentler around the human, made Miles seem like…

Like not that bad of a dad.

It was a horrible realisation to come to, and even more horrible was the fact that Lo’ak was actually kind of jealous.

He didn’t remember when was the last time his interaction with dad had been this relaxed and casual. Dad was always busy, he had a people to lead.

But so did Qaritch, and yet he always carved out time to interact with the kid and listen to him ramble about plants or animals or spirituality. Lo’ak doubted he actually listened but his undivided attention was appreciated.

He didn’t remember when was the last time he got to speak to his father like that. When he got to tell a story and have his undivided attention.

“They said that it was likely the Omatekaya who stood behind the train raid, although it was pretty far from their territory and we lost them rather quickly.” Z-dog reported on the developments of the month-old train wreck case.

“Oh yeah, it was us” smuggly added Lo’ak, making the entire camp turn their heads towards him.

“Oh really?” Quaritch raised a brow, half-hoping that Lo’ak’s urge to brag will reveal some kind of information on where his clan could reside.

“Jup, I was there when mom single-handedly destroyed your reinforcements.” He smirked.

Hold up, pause.

“Wait, you were raiding with your parents?”

“Yeah, obviously.”

The recoms looked at each other in concern.

“…aren’t you fourteen?”

“Yeah, so what?”

Silence. Miles was actually stunned for words. He saw the images of the train wreck and the sea of blue corpses littering it. The boy in front of him could have been one of them.

Miles turned to Spider with a non-verbal ‘is this allowed?’ written on his face. Spider shrugged, as he used to think it was normal but was no longer sure.

Looking back at Lo’ak, the colonel collected himself and for the first time leaned down when talking of him, putting a hand on his shoulder while looking the kid in the eye.

“A war-zone is no place for a boy. Who made you do it?”

Lo’ak was thrown off-guard by being adressed so personally. “I…well….dad-I mean he didn’t force us, it’s just kinda what we do…”

Miles’s brow furrowed with that answer and he stepped away. “Lights out everyone! Briefing at 8.00 tomorrow.” Before looking back at Lo’ak “you may be a soldier with Sully but here, you’re a civilian so stop with the marine act and go to sleep.”

For the first time in weeks, the blue kid stood full-height, whatever feeling of inferiority and insecurity gone from him, nodding at the colonel and turning to hang out with his friend as Quaritch noticed a tiny smile tug at his lips.

Yeah…if this is how Jake treats his family, he ain’t seeing these boys anytime soon. He thought, before heading for the tents, a strange, protective feeling rising in his chest.

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