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its-avalon-08 · 9 days

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tell me why you're here (dc14)

anon you're a star! istg such good requests, thanks alot for reading <3

pairing - David Coulthard x ferrari!driver!reader

The air hung heavy with the metallic tang of exhaust fumes and the thrumming tension of a championship fight. 2001, Monza. You, the undisputed Scuderia Ferrari Queen, and David Coulthard, your McLaren nemesis, stood on opposite sides of the grid, a simmering rivalry stretching back years reflected in your steely gazes.

There was something undeniable between you two, a spark that ignited on the racetrack and flickered in the post-race interviews, veiled in thinly veiled barbs and stolen glances. But the truth was, unspoken fears kept you both tethered to your teams. The scarlet of Ferrari was your armor, the prancing horse your symbol of unwavering loyalty. McLaren, for David, was a second family, and Mika Hakkinen, his teammate, a brother-in-arms. To break ranks, to chase something more, felt like a betrayal.

The lights flicked out, the grid a blur of red and silver as you surged forward. Every lap was a dance on a knife's edge, pushing the limits of the car and yourself. You battled wheel-to-wheel with David, the roar of the crowd a distant echo in your helmet. Then, disaster struck. Bottas, the Williams driver, misjudged a turn, clipping your rear wing. The world tilted on its axis as your Ferrari went airborne, a sickening weightlessness before a bone-jarring impact with the barriers.

The cockpit filled with dust and the acrid tang of burning rubber. Your head throbbed, vision blurry. Disoriented, you fumbled with the release lever, the silence deafening after the symphony of the engine. You stumbled out, shaken but miraculously unharmed. The red car, however, lay broken and unmoving, a testament to the violence of the crash.

David, having witnessed the horror unfold in his mirrors, felt a primal jolt of fear course through him. It was a fear that transcended their rivalry, a raw, visceral terror that left his palms slick with sweat. But he clenched his jaw, a silent apology lodged in his throat. McLaren needed this win, and Mika was hot on his heels. He couldn't afford to falter.

Fear, raw and primal, clawed at his throat. It was a fear that transcended their rivalry, a terror that left his palms slick with sweat.

He couldn't take his eyes off the dust cloud engulfing the spot where your car had disappeared. The championship fight with Michael was a distant thought, the roar of the crowd a dull thrum in his ears. His voice, when he finally spoke, was tight, a mask of professionalism barely containing the tremor of worry.

"Get me a status check on the red two," he barked into his radio, his gaze fixed on the dissipating smoke. "Accident at Lesmo. Looks bad."

"Copy that, David," his race engineer, Dave Masten, replied, his voice laced with concern. They both knew the dangers lurking on the high-speed corners of Monza.

David pressed his foot down further, the car a blur as he pushed for every last millisecond. He knew he couldn't afford to lose focus, not with Mika hot on his heels. But every corner, every bump, sent a fresh jolt of unease through him. Images of your crumpled car, of you… he pushed them down, burying them deep. He couldn't let his emotions cloud his judgment. Yet, with every passing lap, the worry gnawed at him, a relentless current beneath the surface.

"Any word on Y/N?" he finally asked, his voice clipped, betraying none of the turmoil within.

"Medical team's on the scene," Dave responded promptly. "We'll get you an update as soon as we have one."

David grunted, knuckles white on the steering wheel. He couldn't let this distract him. He had a race to win, for McLaren, for Mika, for himself. But a silent vow echoed in the confines of his helmet. He would see you, Y/N. He would get to you, somehow, the moment this damn race was over.

The race raged on, the roar of the crowd a distant echo in David's ears. He drove on autopilot, the image of your crumpled car seared into his mind. Finally, the checkered flag. A hollow victory, a McLaren 1-2. Relief washed over him, tinged with a gnawing worry.

As he climbed out of the car, the first person his eyes met was Michael, a grim expression etched on his face. "Y/N," he started, his voice tight, "they're taking her to the medical center."

David's heart lurched. All thoughts of the win, the championship, faded into insignificance. He didn't care about points or podiums. All he wanted was to be by your side, to see you safe. But duty, that ever-present burden, held him back. He could only nod curtly, a silent promise hanging heavy in the air, a promise he hoped he wouldn't break.

The post-race celebrations were a blur of forced smiles and hollow champagne toasts. David felt like a fraud, the gleaming trophy a cold reminder of a victory that felt hollow. He couldn't shake the image of your car, a mangled sculpture of red against the asphalt. The medical center visit had been a whirlwind – you were shaken, sore, but thankfully unharmed. Relief had washed over him, a tidal wave that left him weak at the knees.

But the relief was laced with a bitter aftertaste. He hadn't been able to see you. Team protocols, the swarming media, a suffocating sense of duty – all conspired to keep him at bay. Back at the McLaren motorhome, the silence was deafening. He showered, the hot water failing to wash away the lingering dread. Just then, a knock on the door startled him. It was Mika, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Mind if I intrude, mate?" he asked, leaning against the doorframe.

David sighed, gesturing for him to come in. "Fire away, Mika."

"Look," Mika began, his usual playful demeanor replaced by uncharacteristic seriousness, "I know what just happened out there scared the living daylights out of you."

David flinched. He hadn't spoken a word about his terror, yet Mika saw right through him.

"Don't worry, DC," Mika chuckled, "your secret's safe with me. But seriously, mate," he continued, his voice softening, "you looked like a ghost out there. You haven't been yourself since that crash."

David stared down at his hands, guilt twisting in his gut. "I just… I couldn't believe it. One minute she's pushing me hard, the next…" he trailed off, unable to voice the terrifying image that haunted him.

Mika placed a hand on his shoulder, a gesture of surprising tenderness from the usually stoic Finn. "You care about her, don't you?"

David met Mika's gaze, his own filled with a mix of vulnerability and defiance. "It's complicated, Mika. We're rivals."

Mika scoffed. "Rivals who can't seem to keep their eyes off each other. Come on, DC, we both know this dance you two have been doing is getting old. You think I haven't noticed the sparks flying whenever you're around her?"

David opened his mouth to protest, but Mika cut him off. "Look," he said, his voice firm, "life's too damn short for these games. You almost lost her today. Don't waste another minute wondering what could have been."

Mika's words hung in the air, a challenge and a dare. David looked into his teammate's eyes, seeing not just a competitor but a friend who understood. Maybe Mika was right. Maybe it was time to stop hiding, to stop letting fear dictate his actions. He wouldn't let another day pass without knowing the truth, without letting you know how he truly felt.

A resolute expression settled on David's face. "Thanks, Mika," he said, a newfound determination in his voice. "You're right. It's time."

The sterile white of the medical center walls had been a blur as the doctor droned on about rest and recovery. Back in the familiar confines of your driver's room at the Ferrari garage, however, the events of the day crashed down on you like a tidal wave. The mangled wreckage of your car, the searing pain that had mercifully subsided, the chilling realization of how close you'd come to...well, anything but a podium finish. You curled up on the small cot, exhaustion warring with a nagging anxiety. A soft knock at the door startled you.

Wiping the tears that had sprung to your eyes, you called out, your voice hoarse. "Yeah, come in."

The door creaked open, revealing a sight that made your breath hitch. It was David, clad in his now-unfamiliar McLaren overalls, his face etched with a worry you wouldn't have believed possible just a few hours ago. Before you could even process his unexpected appearance, he was striding across the room, his expression uncharacteristically intense.

The next thing you knew, you were enveloped in a warm embrace. His arms, surprisingly strong, held you close, his fingers gently stroking your hair. It was a gesture so foreign to the typically stoic David that you froze, unsure how to react. He'd never been one for displays of affection, not even in the fleeting, celebratory moments of a podium finish.

"David?" you finally managed, your voice barely a whisper. "What's wrong?"

He pulled back slightly, his blue eyes holding a depth you'd never seen before. Concern, something akin to fear, flickered in their depths. "I heard you were back," he said, his voice rough. "I... I just needed to see you, to make sure you were alright."

You blinked, your mind racing. This wasn't the David you knew, the one cloaked in professional rivalry. This was a man stripped bare, his emotions laid raw on the surface. A warmth bloomed in your chest, a counterpoint to the lingering chill of fear.

"I'm fine," you said, your voice finding its strength. "Just a bit banged up." You reached out, hesitantly placing your hand on his arm. The contact sent a jolt through you, a familiar spark you'd long suppressed.

A wry smile tugged at your lips, the memory of countless post-race interviews flashing before your eyes. "You don't exactly strike me as the huggy type, DC," you teased, the playful jab a way to mask the fluttering in your stomach.

David's jaw clenched for a brief moment, a flicker of his usual competitive spirit igniting. But then, his grip on you tightened, surprising you with its intensity. "Maybe," he murmured, his voice husky, "accidents have a way of changing things." He buried his face in your hair, the familiar scent of Ferrari leather and adrenaline a strange comfort. "Don't push me away, Y/N. Not now." The words were a plea, raw and vulnerable, a stark contrast to the composed facade he usually maintained. You felt a lump form in your throat. This wasn't just about the crash, you realized with a jolt. This was about something deeper, something unspoken that had simmered beneath the surface of your rivalry for far too long.

You let out a shaky breath, the playful facade crumbling under the weight of his unexpected vulnerability. "David," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion, "why are you really here?"

He held you tighter for a moment, his silence a thrumming tension in the air. Then, slowly, he pulled back, his blue eyes searching yours. "Because," he began, his voice low and husky, "the thought of you… of almost losing you… it scared the hell out of me."

Your heart hammered in your chest. This wasn't just about concern for a fellow competitor. This was something more, something you'd only dreamt of.

"Scared?" you echoed, your voice barely above a whisper.

A wry smile touched his lips, laced with a hint of self-deprecation. "Scared enough to break all the damn rules," he admitted, his gaze lingering on your lips. "Scared enough to realize that this stupid rivalry… it doesn't matter anymore. Not compared to you."

The dam inside you broke. All the unspoken feelings, the stolen glances across the podium, the simmering tension that had fueled your every race – it all came flooding out. "David," you breathed, your voice trembling, "I thought… I thought you never felt the same."

He cupped your face in his calloused hands, his thumbs gently stroking your cheekbones. "Always," he confessed, his voice a mere thread. "Always, but the timing… the teams… it never felt right."

A tear escaped your eye, tracing a warm path down your cheek. David leaned in, brushing it away with his thumb, the touch sending shivers down your spine.

David cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs gently stroking your cheekbones. He confessed, his voice a low rumble. "This whole time, this stupid rivalry… it was a shield. I was afraid to admit how I felt, afraid of what it would mean for our teams, for everything."

A bittersweet smile touched your lips. The fear you'd harbored for years, the fear of rejection, mirrored his own. "David," you said, your voice catching slightly, "I… I felt it too. The spark, the tension… I thought it was just competition."

He leaned in, his lips brushing your ear. "It was always more, Y/N," he murmured, sending shivers down your spine. Then, his lips found yours in a hesitant kiss, a tentative exploration that quickly deepened with newfound urgency. The taste of adrenaline and relief mingled with something sweeter, a taste that promised a future neither of you dared to dream of.

He pulled back, his forehead resting against yours. A soft laugh escaped his lips, tinged with disbelief. "Who knew a near-death experience would lead to this?" he whispered, peppering your face with gentle kisses, each one a silent apology, a promise.

The first kiss landed on your temple, a whisper-light touch that sent a shiver down your spine. The second brushed your cheek, lingering just long enough to leave your skin tingling. Then, a third, softer still, grazed the corner of your lips, sending a jolt of electricity through you.

You couldn't help but let out a breathless laugh, your voice barely a whisper. "David," you breathed, your hand reaching up to cup his face, your fingers tracing the firm line of his jaw.

He chuckled, a deep rumble that vibrated against your chest. "Don't tempt me, Y/N," he murmured, his voice husky with emotion. His lips danced across your jaw, trailing a line of fire down your neck before finding the sensitive spot behind your ear. A gasp escaped your lips as he lingered there, sending delicious shivers radiating through you.

His kisses were a whirlwind, a mix of apology and exploration. Each one whispered a story – the fear he'd felt watching you crash, the relief of seeing you safe, the yearning he'd kept buried for so long. You surrendered to the feeling, letting out a soft sigh as your arms tightened around his waist, pulling him closer.

The world outside your small driver's room faded away, replaced by the intoxicating rhythm of your heartbeats and the warmth of his touch. In that moment, there were no rivalries, no teams, no championships. There was only you and David, two souls bound by a love that had finally found its voice.

The tender scene unfolding in the driver's room was a stark contrast to the usual post-race chaos. A few doors down the hallway, Michael Schumacher and Corinna were winding down after a celebratory dinner with the rest of the Ferrari team. Michael, still buzzing from his podium finish, was regaling Corinna with an anecdote about a pit stop mishap. But his voice trailed off as his gaze drifted towards the window overlooking the driver's area.

"What's wrong, Schatz?" Corinna asked, following his line of sight.

A sly grin spread across Michael's face. "Looks like Mika owes me a hefty sum," he chuckled, raising an eyebrow.

Corinna's eyes widened as she saw David, his McLaren helmet abandoned on a nearby chair, holding Y/N in a tight embrace. Her normally stoic teammate was peppering her face with kisses, a sight so unexpected it brought a smile to Corinna's lips.

"Aww, they're so happy," she murmured, a hint of fondness in her voice.

Michael chuckled again. "Remember that bet we made before the season started? Fifty bucks says those two wouldn't confess their feelings by Monaco."

Corinna rolled her eyes playfully. "Fifty bucks? You know you just wanted an excuse to see them squirm."

Michael shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Maybe a little. But hey, at least they finally stopped dancing around each other."

Corinna couldn't help but agree. As she watched the tender scene unfold, a warmth bloomed in her chest. The rivalry between Ferrari and McLaren was fierce, but beneath the surface, there was a certain camaraderie, a respect for the talent and dedication of their competitors. And seeing Y/N and David find happiness, even amidst the high-octane world of Formula One, brought a smile to her face.

"Looks like Mika needs to pony up," Michael declared, reaching for his wallet with a triumphant grin.

Corinna swatted his hand away playfully. "Don't be a sore winner, Michael. Just be happy for them."

Michael feigned a hurt expression. "Fine, fine," he conceded, pulling her into a hug. "But you have to admit, this is a lot more interesting than that story about your dodgy pit stop crew."

Corinna laughed, the sound echoing down the hallway, a counterpoint to the soft murmur of confessions and the gentle rhythm of two hearts finally beating in sync.

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jadestone2 · 17 days

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I need contact, quick, hug me!

Theme: hugging Tnmn characters(platonic or romantic expect for Anastacha part)

Border by- saradika-graphics

You’ve been desperate for contact, hugs were the only thing that could solve your desperation! You instantly asked your friend for a hug, which they happily gave!

Francis was confused, but still gave you a hug. A confused expression on his face, you giggle. He smiles softly when you walk away, burying this moment in his head. He swears to himself he’ll never forget this! In fact, he saw a pattern when you were desperate for touch, he’d already be there when you were feeling down. His arms wrapped around you, providing comfort. He is not only good at delivering milk, he also delivers nice hugs!

Izaack gives strong hugs, the ones that make you feel like you can’t breathe ! He spins you around, letting out a heart chuckle. Whenever you're doing something, he’ll now sneak up on you and give you a big. You just signed a contract that allows Izaack to give you hugs, and crush your back! You can hear the sounds of his footsteps, but the moment you turn around, he’s already got his arms around you! He’s warm like a heater, you can’t stay in his arms for too long! He pouts when you try to scramble away, eventually letting you go. He’s a cuddly guy! Don’t blame him!

Angus can read your mind, you need hugs? Don’t worry, he’s already making his way to you. All you have to do is open your arms, let him give you a needed hug! He would hold back his teasing, deciding to embarrass you later by telling the others! He can tell that you need touch when you suddenly go quiet if you simple posture, weird if you think about it. But you don’t mind, after all he gives nice hugs!

Nacha hasn’t been able to give hugs or receive, her daughter pretends like she doesn’t want hugs. She was so excited when you came for her for hugs, which she immediately jumped towards you, arms wide open. She embraces you in a tight hug, but it was comforting. She ends up making you stay at her house for dinner, making you all types of food to cheer you up!

Anastacha as much as she’d like to pretend she doesn’t care, she still has a heart. She’s watchful, she can tell the difference. She’d ask what’s wrong and you’d tell her the situation, she scoffs. She opens her arms up, rolling her eyes when you hug her back. Don’t you dare think she liked this! She’s just doing this for you! Totally not looking forward to the next time, she’s totally not a sweetheart inside.

Roman looks at you confused, what are you doing? You laugh, explaining what you're doing. He nods silently, embracing you in a hug. He’s more of the silent type, it’s his wife who makes him talk more. But for your sake, he’ll do it. He cares for you, don’t you dare think he doesn’t! If you need hugs, go to his wife! He wants you to feel better, he just doesn’t know how to do it!

Lois knows very well what’s wrong with you, she waits for you to do something. The moment you tell her she instantly hugs you, the sweet smell of her perfume makes you relax. She smiles, patting your head. She brings you to dinner with her husband, wanting to make you dinner!

Margarette is happy to help! She also enjoys touch! Whenever you need touch she’s happy to help, like how she’ll come to you! You both often hug anytime you see each other, it was just a normal thing. She even made you a cut top, happy to make you smile wider!

Gloria is the best person to come for hugs, she provided the best of comfort. Her husband goes through so much, she had experience with cheering people up! She happily comforted you, happy to make a change in your sour mood. Don’t be shy, come to Gloria if you need anything! She’s here whenever you need it!

Arnold you are making a trade, you get a hug and he gets someone to talk about the troubles of being a writer. But you are happy to make the trade, it’s only fair you can make him better! He’ll allow you to read his book, as long as it makes you feel better! Take his books home if you need to, just let him know how you feel about it!

Alf is worried for you, did someone make you feel like this? Don’t worry, we can take this to the court if need be! Once you feel him it’s alright and you just need a hug, he’ll calm down. He smiles, hugging you. He’ll ask his wife to make you cookies since he’s so busy, feel free to drop by his house whenever you need something!

Rafttellyn already has the oven on, she’ll make sweets to make you feel better! Anything troubling you? You can tell her now while she makes the batter! You just tell her you need a hug, which she’ll drop everything and give you a hug. Your groan, she got batter in you! She laughs, dragging you to the kitchen. You help her make pastries, she is very thankful! Her door is always open for you whenever you need comfort, visit when you need to!

Steven is shocked, don’t worry! Come to his room, we can play with his airplane figures! You both talk a walk together, you're happy that he cares this much. He asks what’s wrong, giving you a worried expression. You tell him how you are feeling, which makes him smile brighter. He quickly envelops you in a hug, a big smile on his face. You both end up spending some time in the park, once in a while seeing airplanes fly by!

Mclooy has his own son, he knows exactly how to handle this! He’d give you a big hug, whispering how you got this! He tosses his cigarette away, not wanting it to bug you. He truly does care for you! Come to his home, him and his son will entertain you! He sends you gifts in hopes it makes you feel better, please tell him that you're feeling better!

Mia she’s a teacher, she sees children’s emotions. It may be different from you but it still works the same, you need a hug and she’s happy to give you one. You could feel her hair tickling your shoulder, making you giggle. She gives you a confused look, which you laugh at. She breaks out into a smile, laughing with you. You can’t hide your emotion around her, she knows!

Dr.W is so confused, he barely even notices. You have to come up to him for comfort, which he’d panic and try his best to help. He’ll give you a quick hug, pulling you to his apartment. He instantly pulls out a notebook and listens to any words you say, giving you little advice. He doesn’t want these feelings to grow and cause you a big problem! Best to take care of it now! You now go to him whenever you need someone to listen and give you advice!

Robertsky & Albertsky share looks with each other, they both give you a hug at the same time. You three break out into laughter, it was hard to hug them both! They take you to their shoe company, letting you keep them company while they work. They were loud and provided a cozy atmosphere for you, you were happy you came to them!

Elenois’s & Selenne’s neutral face slowly turns into a big smile, group hug! They envelop you with a hug, they smell of their perfume clouding your head. They take you to their room, grabbing their makeup. You look stunning without makeup, but do you want to try it? They try out so many colors, taking professional pictures for you! They end up doing your makeup whenever a big event is happening for you, always giving you hype!

Taglist: @sidhion

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hitsuyou-fukaketsu · 2 years

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The daily life of a ShuItsukiP

#enstars #shu itsuki #mika kagehira #shumika #i made something silly again #the shu itsuki artist on twitter are insane #<- compliment #i love fem shu ojou sama ohohoho

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cutie-lumi · 4 months

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HEY GIRL oh my god i am in fucking LOVEEEE wif you art... ur fem-mugi headcanosn... the way u draw kanata...... ur shumika art... i am in LOOOVVEEE ESPECIALLY with the way you draw mika oh my GOSHHH RHAHFHJ *foams at tha mouth* ur the only person who understands my fem mika design and ACTUALLY makes it... anyways i love ur art and u also seem nice!!! i cant explain it but ur art reminds me of sometjing microwaved.... like its soft and warm but also maybe a little but melty..... microwaved marshmallow :3

OMG HIIIIIIIII SWEETIEEE!!!!!! 💕💞💓💗💖💟I LOVE SHORT HAIRED MIKA SOOOOOO MUCH I THINK SHE LOOKS SO CUTE!!!! 😭😭😭💕💗💖💓 I spent a good amount of time deciding if i wanted her to have long hair or not, but since my fem!shu hc has long hair I thought it would be cute if mika had the opposite!! I've been thinking about redrawing some of mika's cards lately... really tempted to draw the one where he's washing the dishes and crying JHFDJGHDFKG that one is so funny to me for some reason

OUGHHH MICROWAVABLE MARSHMALLOW??? OMGGG I LOVE IT!!!! sweet and soft and warm... def one of the best compliments I've ever gotten thank u sm!! 🥺🥺🥺💗💖💓

#ask #fem mika is soooooo sososo cute i love her #u guys are so nice and sweet i hope all of you have a wonderful day

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newly-edgy-idols · 2 months

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more art dump

#enstars #fanart #art #あんスタ #sketch #shu itsuki #ibara saegusa #pmmm #homura akemi #nu carnival #nucarnival fem #mika kagehira #enstars dramatica #cookie run #blackberry cookie #artists on tumblr

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xxvpoly · 11 months

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Mika

#cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 2077 photomode #photomode #virtual photography #mika #female v #fem v #arasaka

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queen-of-writing-bad-things · 4 months

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Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 2 Masterlist

Status: Complete!

Main Masterlist

Synopsis: Time has flown since Henry started working for Ray, and life in the Man Cave couldn't be better. He has a great job, wonderful school life, and amazing friends, but one thing still bothers him. Despite the boy's best efforts, Ray and (y/n) are hopelessly in love but are the only ones who can't see it. A part of him wonders if they will ever know, especially when new heroes, villains and friends distract them from what's been there all along.

This story is mature in places with adult themes and language and uses she/her pronouns for a female reader. However, anyone is free to read and enjoy :)

Episode 1: The Beat Goes On

Episode 2: One Henry, Three Girls: Part 1

Episode 3: One Henry, Three Girls: Part 2

Episode 4: Henry & the Woodpeckers

Episode 5: Captain Man: On Vacation

Episode 6: The Time Jerker

Episode 7: Secret Beef

Episode 8: Henry's Jelly

Episode 9: Christmas Danger

Episode 10: Indestructible Henry, Part 1

Episode 11: Indestructible Henry, Part 2

Episode 12: Text, Lies & Video

Episode 13: Opposite Universe

Episode 14: Grave Danger

Episode 15: Ox Pox

Episode 16: Twin Henrys

Episode 17: Danger & Thunder Pt.1

Episode 18: Danger & Thunder Pt.2

Episode 19: I Know Your Secret

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pozge-pridumayu · 11 months

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Mika tries his best to cook

#one of my fav parts is that you can't say which is more fem #enstars #ensemble stars #shu itsuki #mika kagehira #shumika

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c-art-y · 5 months

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For fem Mika week last year

#mikaela hyakuya #shinoa hiiragi #owari no seraph #seraph of the end #anime #fem Mika #manga

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chrollohearttags · 6 months

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Hi angel!!

I know she would NEVER, but on the rare chance she did/was….

What about lil miss toxic Mikasa?

What is she up to? How is she making us jealous? How are we making her jealous?

hello, my sweet honeybun!!! I appreciate you popping into my inbox (it always makes me happy 🥹🫶🏾) but omgsksjej this has me salivating…

I know our sweet Mika Pie is an angel and is the best gf ever BUT she definitely has a bit of toxic tendencies when she wants to! First off, she knows her power. Like she knows she knows she can get whatever she want, from whoever she wants 😩 and doesn’t have to put up with anything she doesn’t want to. You’ll be arguing with her over something slight and next thing you know, babygirl is at the club or hanging out with another bad bitch until you learn your lesson. She’s a demon in bed too so she def used that to her advantage. Depending on what mood she’s in, she’s either holding out on you altogether or overstimming you to the point of tears and then not allowing you to come because she’s not feeling so nice! And she def uses it to get her way too. Speaking of making you jealous, she’ll go and get one of her best friends to take pics with, knowing she doesn’t even like men LMAO (but you don’t know that at the moment) and she’ll just play little games until you both wear yourselves down. She’s too pretty for the fighting and violence but she will drive you crazy if you take it there.

#cherry’s asks 🍒#cherry’s sweetpeas 🌷🍒#toxic Mika might turn me into another woman #aot x black reader #mikasa x black reader #mikasa ackerman #mikasa aot #attack on titan #she’d ruin my life istg #black fem reader #fem x fem

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miksy63 · 7 months

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Boyfie

18+ MDNI

Tooth-rotting fluff, Izuku is a giver, Izuku x fem reader

Warnings: soft smut, slight dumification (I think)

Thinking about Deku in his mid-twenties…

Deku who still can’t believe he’s made it as a hero and now has more money than he knows what to do with. He spoils you rotten, using his money to buy you clothes, shoes and anything your little heart desires. You’re his pretty little girlfriend and anything you want, you’ll get.

He can’t help but stare at you on the dance floor, watching with a lovesick gaze as he gushes drunkenly to his friends. Not caring that his buddies poke fun at his rambling, all he can think is “I’m so lucky” “She makes me so happy” “Isn’t she beautiful Kacchan??”. Bakugou almost left the bar early just to escape the damn nerd’s constant chatter about you. Sometimes he would even joke that you had his friend under some kind of spell. Bakugou didn’t know how right he was to think that.

The delicate way you hold him and caress his scarred hands, letting him nuzzle into your chest after a long day patrolling and saving countless lives. He loves how you gently clean his scars and massage his sore muscles, and your poor attempts at hiding the worry that one day he might come back with more than a few scars, or that he might not come back at all.

Deku hates worrying you, his baby, his everything, his princess. Everything about you has him falling deeper under your spell.

But what charms him the most about you is how good you are for him, the way you let him spread you open and bully his way inside your plush heat. He groans, pressing into you with his weight and making your body heat up when he draws circles into your clit. Fucking you so good, making your mind hazy, “just relax honey, it’s okay”, he pounds into you so hard, only focused on making you feel good.

Gazing into your eyes with so much love it’s overwhelming “let me take care of you baby” you let him love you just the way he likes. All you can do is let out small moans and whimpers “l-love you…Izu, please”. He loves it when you’re like this, his adorable sweetheart crying out for her “Zuku”, begging him to take care of her, to love her. And who is he to deny you? Not when you beg so nicely, your soft lips curling sweetly as you quiver and shake under him.

Deku who, after he’s filled you up, his cum slowly leaking down your thighs and your pussy shaking, pampers you. He effortlessly lifts your body to set you on top of his chest, stroking your back and waiting patiently for you to come back to him. “My pretty girl…so good f’me” he praises you endlessly, whispering words like silk in your ear. He rubs your whole body down in the shower, caressing you delicately and massaging your favourite lotion into your skin afterwards. His strong arms carry you, now clean and dressed in one of his t-shirts back to the bed, setting you down carefully.

Deku who curls his massive body around your smaller one, burying you in his chest, softly kissing your forehead as you fall asleep, promising to always be there, to be your hero. No matter what, he’ll always spoil his baby, because in his eyes, nothing he gives you could ever be enough to repay the gift of your love that is sweet and pure, the little things that make his eyes sparkle with the brightest smile. Deku who's under your spell and hopes you never let go.

Just Deku who’s so boyfriend-shaped…

This is my first time writing smut and I think it's right that I tried with Deku.

I'm also surprised that I don't completely hate it lol. <3

#deku <3 #izu<3 #mha #soft izuku #boink ;)#izuku x fem!reader #fluff #mika writes

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