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irisintheafterglow · 5 months

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don't even know, i'm talkin' nonsense

summary: on his way back from a patrol shift, your boss gets hit with a mystery quirk that affects his speech. you're the only one in the office who can help him (pro!bakugo x you).

wc: 2k

cw/tags: swearing cuz bakugo's here and he's angry, miscommunication-based comedy, idiot(s) in love, coworkers to lovers, a little bit of angst/comfort but it's just for the plot yk

note: i'm not sure where the concept of this came from; i was just listening to sabrina carpenter and was like,,,, hey i can use this. so have this! hope you like it :))

likes, reblogs, and replies are appreciated <3

“Okay, go over it one more time for me. I think I’ve got it,” you reassure him, only to be met with a skeptical glare. “I’m serious; I think I understand it, even though it took forever.” You tap the whiteboard of the meeting room with the red marker in your hand, slightly tired from scribbling down as much as you could comprehend from your boss’ vague gestures. He exhales deeply, dragging a hand down his face, and gives you an impatient look. “Ready when you are."

“Fucking hell, I can’t believe this is happening to me.”

“I didn’t understand a word of what you just said,” you remind him and he shoots you a withering glare that doesn’t deter you in the slightest. “And don’t try to write it, since that clearly didn’t work.” You glance at the scribbled mess of letters scratched onto a yellow notepad of paper, Bakugo’s first attempt to communicate that something was off when speech was not working.

“I fucking know that! You don��t think I can’t remember that you have no idea what I’m fucking saying?” You blink at him, desperately biting your tongue to avoid bursting out laughing. Even though Bakugo had been hit with a quirk that was creating some very entertaining moments in an otherwise bland office job, he could still make his palms crackle dangerously in warning. “Remind me to fire you when I get out of this.” You can’t control your laughter that time and you let a snort slip from your throat, wincing when his scathing eyes stare menacingly into you.

“Sorry, I am so sorry,” you laugh quietly, attempting to subtly wipe a tear from your eye. “It’s just that…that time it was a dolphin.” You scrunch your face to avoid laughing again and try so hard that it makes your stomach hurt. Your boss continues to stand there, absolutely mortified, while you add another animal to the list of sounds that have come out of his mouth. Since he re-entered the office after a seemingly normal patrol shift, the noises of a bear, horse, mouse, tiger, monkey, a bird you couldn’t identify, and now a dolphin had exited his mouth in place of his scratchy voice. You thought it was a sneeze, the first time the bear roar had echoed through the office, but were equally perplexed when you asked him to sign a form and the only answer you received was high-pitched squeaking.

“There’s no fucking way,” he’d muttered under his breath when you first explained to him what you thought was happening. It became all too real as his face paled when you played what your phone recorded as his “voice,” which only came out as the insistent hoots of a monkey. He was used to receiving weird looks on the street, especially when civilians realized that they were walking next to one of the top Pros in the country, but it dawned on him that they may have not heard his usual voice when he barked at them to move. “And you’re the only one in the office right now?”

“I have no idea what you’re saying,” you inform him carefully. “But, if you’re wondering if anyone else is here to help you, there’s not.” You can only imagine what kind of colorful expletives he yelled by the unrelenting scream of bird noises that left his mouth. “And I was about to leave, so if you want me to stay and help–”

“I don’t need your fucking help.”

“Oh, great. You’re a horse now,” you deadpan, understanding from his facial expressions alone what he was trying to communicate. “Well, if you don’t need my help, have fun explaining to the guys why you sound like you swallowed a zoo.” Your boss’ face turns bright red at the idea of showing up to dinner with his old classmates in his current state. He fires off a single, precise shot at the rubber door stop before you can exit the meeting room, effectively locking you in there with him until you sort out how to fix him. “So, you do want my help?” You turn to look at him with a knowingly innocent smirk, delighted to find him seething in place but reluctantly nodding. “What’s the magic word?” A single horse neigh echoes through the meeting room and you head to the whiteboard. “Alright, let’s get to work.”

You spent the next hour and a half playing a ridiculous game of charades with Bakugo after the alarming discovery that anything he tried to write would become illegible scribbles. You figured that it was just an effect of the Quirk itself, which seemed to give the user the ability to communicate with different animals without being understood by humans. If an eavesdropper managed to figure out what they were saying, the words would become unreadable on the page for further secrecy. Despite inconveniencing your boss and preventing you from leaving the office on time, it did serve as an important tool in the Quirk-stealing weapons trade you’d been investigating. The only issue now was to figure out where Bakugo was hit.

“So, you’re walking down 25th.” A nod. “And make a right on Pine?” His palm hits his forehead in frustration. “No, no, not right. A left, towards 24th.” Another nod. “And that-that alley, by the coffee shop with the good strawberry milk teas?” More aggressive nodding. “That’s where you got hit? With the dart?” He slams his hand on the desk, nodding furiously. You stare at him, slightly in disbelief as you pull out a rolling chair and slump into it. “How the hell did you get pulled into that alley?”

“Someone was screaming for help and I’m a hero so I go help them, I don’t fucking know.”

“Dolphin again,” you smirk and he rolls his eyes. “But, really. You don’t ever go that route since it’s too out of the way from where your patrol ends. What were you doing on that side of town?” He pauses, his mouth drawn into a tight line and his eyebrows drawn as he searches for an explanation in his brain. Truth be told, he had no idea what possessed him to take that route back to the office. All he could recall were snapshots, little Polaroids of information that, if he pieced them together, made a relatively cohesive explanation. He’d snapped at you unfairly, a common snap of his temper, but the hurt on your face affected him more than he was willing to admit. Something bothered him about your tense expression and it continued to bother him when he was out of the office and kicking villains into the dirt. It seemed like instinct was the only reason why he headed in the direction of the cafe with the strawberry milk he knew you liked. “Well?”

He blinks at you once, twice, and then stands abruptly and swings open the door. You watch him through the room’s tall windows as he enters his private office briefly and exits with a cardboard drink holder. A minute later, a plastic cup with the taut seal unbroken is unceremoniously set in front of you, along with a large straw to suck up the extra strawberry bits he knew you always ordered.

“What is this?”

“What does it look like, idiot?”

“I know it looks like a drink, but why did you get it for me?” His eyes widen with the idea that you could understand him again, but you’re quick to shut him down. “And no, I can’t understand you yet. Right now, you’re a tiger.” You half expect him to launch the other drink, something brown sugar looking, at the wall; instead, he pulls out the chair next to you and stabs his straw into the plastic, gesturing for you to do the same. You obey hesitantly, eyeing him curiously as he avoids your questioning expression. “Thank you.” He huffs, something you’ve learned is the only response he gives to gratitude. “You really didn’t need to do this.”

“I hurt your fucking feelings, of course I needed to.” You’re staring at him again, you and your pretty eyes and kind smile and uncanny ability to withstand even his most fiery temper tantrums. He’d discovered his feelings for you months ago and it was like a speed bump was put in front of him every time you were near, always making him trip or say something stupid. Bakugo was never known to be good with his words or his feelings, but you made him feel so warm inside that he’d be a fool to deny what it was. “I guess it’s good that you can’t understand me right now because I can vent about how stupid you make me feel.” You hum, a fond glint catching in your eye.

“That’s a new one. You’re a chicken right now.” You laugh and he can feel his forehead get airy, like he’d chugged three sojus. What he felt was sweeter, though, without the bitter taste that always followed alcohol. To him, you were pure light.

“Makes sense, ‘cause I’m too much of a dumbass to tell you how much I care about you. Fuckin’ idiot.”

“You sure have a lot to say, boss. Go on and let me pretend I’m on a poultry farm.” You take another sip of your drink and close your eyes, appreciating his unexpected gift. “A much needed vacation, in my opinion.”

“There you go again with your stupid sarcasm and your stupid laugh. You’re insufferable, you know that? Always making me run around in circles because I don’t know what I’m fucking doing around you.” You raise your eyebrows melodramatically and nod at him slowly, still having no idea what he’s trying to communicate. “You’re lucky you’re pretty because if you were anyone else, I’d fucking deck them right now.” Your attention shoots to him but gives no indication that you comprehended what he just said, so he goes on. “I wanna take you out to dinner sometime, but I think I’m a little too proud to admit how much I like you. Fucking hell, you don’t know what you do to me.”

“Hey, boss?”

“The fuck do you want?”

“The Quirk wore off,” you breathe, in complete shock from what he just unknowingly confessed to you. You’d be less surprised if he’d told you that he murdered his way up to the top three. “You started speaking normally when you said,” you pause to try to slow your racing pulse in your ears, “that I was pretty.” You sneak a look at him out of the corner of your eye to find him bright red and mirroring your wide-eyed expression. “I guess the effects wore off pretty fast?”

“Yep,” he forces out. “Must have.”

“You really think I’m pretty?”

“It’s why I got you the fucking drink, stupid,” he mumbles, still examining the shiny wood of the table. “Didn’t want you to be sad.” An idea pops into your head and you shrug, leaning nonchalantly back into your chair. You can feel his eyes watching you, reading your body language.

“I know something that would make me less sad.”

“Oh, yeah? What’s that?” You shrug and let the corner of your mouth turn up, brushing a stray blonde hair from his face. You didn’t think it was possible to turn such a deep shade of pink and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t amused by how miserable he looked.

“Take me out to dinner,” you reply, chuckling at the way his nostrils flare. “Repeat all the stuff you said while you were speaking zookeeper. Beside the love confession, of course. I understood that pretty well.”

“God, you’re ridiculous,” he mutters, grabbing your hand and dragging you out of the office. “Next time I get you that strawberry milk, you’ll be there with me. Then we’ll both have that stupid quirk.”

“Mmm, great. We can both tell each other how much we like each other while speaking dolphin.”

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ssturniolo · 10 months

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Fireworks

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 - Chris x fem!reader

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶 - realizing y/n is sensitive to noise, Chris does everything in his power to make her feel comfortable.

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 - noise sensitivity, kissing, nervousness

Loud noises have never been y/n’s favorite, so even she didn’t know why she agreed to go to the Fourth of July firework festival. Even when she was little, y/n would be easily overwhelmed by loud noises, from simple sneezes, to, well, fireworks.

She hadn’t ever voiced her issue, because it’s never been an actual problem. The past few fourth of July’s, she’s simply made an excuse, and stayed home. But this one was different, this time she was dating Chris.

Although she was crazy nervous, she put on a smile, not wanting to ruin the day for Chris. He had been so excited when he asked her, she couldn’t help but say yes, hoping for the best.

Pushing through the crowd, Chris reached out, grasping her hand to keep her close. “Excited?” Chris yelled over the loud chatter of others, walking up to Matt, Nick, and Madi, hand still interlocked with hers.

Putting on a fake smile, y/n let out a unconvincing“of course” earning a knowing look from Madi. Madi had offered to stay home with her, being the only non related person that knew about her issue with noise, only to be turned down by a lovesick y/n.

Chris hadn’t noticed her unease, letting go of her hand to point at the dark sky. “Look, it’s about to start!”

Right then, a burst of color boomed through the sky, causing y/n to cover her ears with the palm of her hands, which barely muffled the noise.

Squeezing her eyes shut, y/n took deep breaths and counted back from 100 by 3’s. “97…94…91…” she whispered, her hands still covering her ears.

Just as her closed eyes began pooling with tears, she felt an arm snake around her waist, leading her away from the noise. Immediately knowing it was Chris by his firm, but gentle hold, y/n leaned into his side.

Now further from the noise, y/n opened her eyes to see Chris jingling the car keys.

“Stole these from Matt, hope he doesn’t mind”

Smiling slightly, y/n winces as more fireworks erupt in the night sky.

“Thank you” she says as Chris closes the car door, sitting next to her in the back seat.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were so sensitive to noise?” Chris asks gently, not wanting to upset or embarrass her.

“Didn’t wanna ruin the day for you” she reply’s, looking down at her hands, heat creeping up her neck.

“You could never ruin anything for me ya goof” he says, planting a kiss on her forehead. He begins peppering kisses all around her face, pausing before pressing his lips on hers, for a soft, but passionate kiss.

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wheresarizona · 11 months

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Learning to Live Part 21

pairing: Javier Peña/f!reader (reader is a nurse with no physical descriptions)

summary: Javier finally gets to do something he’s been dreaming about (fucking your ass).

rating: E (18+!!! This is literally smut and fluff. No y/n, age gap (around 10 years), soft Javier Peña, alternating pov, the plot of this chapter is anal, unprotected p in v (wrap it up!), creampie(s), anal sex (f receiving), anal fingering (f receiving), vaginal fingering, double penetration, oral sex (f receiving), rimming (f receiving), squirting, breeding kink, spanking, multiple orgasms, praise kink (oh boy, is there praise), dirty talk, banter, domestic fluff, aftercare, Javier being a consent king, Javier being adorable)

word count: 9.3k+

a/n: Yes, I dedicated an entire chapter to anal, don’t look at me, we all wanted it! Absolutely finished this chapter on a crowded plane flying across the continent to @juletheghoul's house. Shoutout to @azure-waves for giving this a look over.

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“Hot date tonight?” your coworker and best friend, Robyn, asked as you hurriedly got up from your chair at the nurse’s station desk. Four patient charts you’d finished notating were held in one of your arms, pressed to your chest.

“What makes you think I have a hot date?” you replied, walking behind her to the opposite wall where the hanging file folder rack was, putting them in the right slot for the next shift.

“You’re antsy,” she answered in her Texas twang, making your way back to her, taking a seat beside her.

Robyn always looked like she was ready for a night out with her beautiful chestnut-colored hair pulled up in a ponytail, her lips painted in cherry red lipstick, and her makeup looking professionally done. It must take her a while to get ready in the morning, and frankly, you could never—for you, it was making yourself look presentable, and that’s it; hell, some mornings you didn’t even bother with makeup.

Your leg bounced as you checked your watch, seeing your day was over in less than ten minutes, hoping the nurse who was supposed to take over arrived on time.

“And,” Robyn continued, your head turning to meet her blue eyes, her smirking, “you did your chart notes faster than a sneeze through a screen door, so I know you’re dyin’ to get the hell out of here.”

Looking down the hall in front of the desk and side to side to make sure no one was around, you leaned close, whispering, “Every date with Javi is hot, but tonight we’re trying something new…”

Her eyes were sparkling in delight as she gave you a toothy smile. “In the bedroom?” she inquired.

“Yeah…”

There was excitement on her face. “Ooh, lemme guess. Bondage?”

That had you intrigued, thinking of the times you’ve seen Javi with ropes at the ranch and how good he was with them, now imagining him tying you up or fuck, tying him up—heat was creeping up your neck.

“No.” You shook your head.

“Blindfolds?”

That was another one that had your attention, Javi covering your eyes and doing whatever he wanted to you. God, and if you were tied up, too? Swallowing thickly, you were suddenly feeling very warm.

“No…” you finally answered.

“Roleplay?”

“Not yet.” You wagged your finger. “But he’s down to play out my Detective Peña fantasy—so I’ve got something to look forward to.”

Sunday night, when you and Robyn had secretly gone over to Chucho’s to prep the pork for the tamales, you’d told her all about the Detective Peña dream when the older man left the room. The three of you had drunk beers and gossiped about the townspeople while you got the Crockpot ready.

“Get it, girl!” she replied, high-fiving you. “Okay, so y’all are kinda vanilla. This thing you’re excited about tonight, does it take you out of your comfort zone?”

Your face pinched. “Vanilla?” you asked. “We are not vanilla—we have had sex in too many risky places to be vanilla.”

“Sure, but he’s only stuck his dick in your mouth or pussy...”

Footsteps sounded coming closer from the hallway to your right, both of you pausing as your friend Gil, an orderly, came into view assisting one of your elderly patients using a walker, her on his left side closest to the desk.

“Hi, Miss Martha!” you and Robyn greeted in unison with big smiles. “Hey, Gil!”

“Hi, girls,” the old woman replied, smiling at you both.

“Hello, ladies,” Gil’s sweet voice said. He could be described as a human teddy bear—soft, adorable, and huggable.

“Way to get those steps in, Miss Martha!” you told her. “That new hip is doing you wonders.”

They were halfway past the desk.

“It sure is. Soon I’ll be walkin’ without Gil’s help.”

“Yes, you will,” he replied. “You’ll be out walking me in no time.”

“Such a nice young man.” They were almost to the other end of the desk. “You girls, have a blessed day!”

“We’ll see you tomorrow, Miss Martha,” Robyn called out to her.

“See you later, Gil,” you said,

“Bye, ladies.” He waved as they made it out of view and earshot.

Your attention turned back to Robyn, continuing your conversation from before, “He’s only stuck his dick in my mouth or pussy until tonight.”

Her eyes got big. “Oh my god,” she whispered. “You’re finally gonna let him fuck your ass?”

Smiling, you nodded, speaking just as quietly, “Yes. You sold me on it when you said you’ve never come quicker than when you do anal.”

“It’s true and so fuckin’ good. You’re gonna love it! Just remember lube, lube, lube, and relax. Javi’s a stand-up guy, so I have no doubt he’ll get you ready.”

“Oh, yeah—the man loves foreplay, and he’s been looking forward to this for a while, so I know he’ll make sure it’s a good time.”

“Okay, but Javi’s been obsessin’ about your ass for so long. I gotta know his reaction when you told him you were down to try it.”

“Oh my god, Robyn, he was so fucking ridiculous,” you answered in exasperation. First thing that morning, you’d told her about the previous day, making tamales with your boyfriend’s family and the barbecue, even bringing her a couple she loved. “Like, we were at his dad’s, as you know, and ended up fucking in Javi’s bathroom with the house full of people—don’t give me that look—“ You pointed at her. “—he can be really fucking irresistible, and I just can’t help it—all common sense leaves my brain, and my pussy takes over.”

“Hey—” She put up her hands in defense. “—I ain’t judgin’ you. I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve been fucked in a busy bar bathroom.”

Taking a deep breath, you replied, “You know, I thought my sex life with Javi was very adventurous and kinky, but then you come in here talking about getting fucked in busy bar bathrooms or going to orgies in San Antonio, and I’m not so sure—Oh god,” you gasped, eyes wide, coming to a realization.

Her eyebrows furrowed. “What?”

“We’re vanilla!” you exclaimed. “We’re so fucking vanilla!”

Robyn laughed, pushing your shoulder. “I fuckin’ told you! But hey, y’all are more than welcome at the next orgy.” She wagged her eyebrows.

You made a face, not liking that idea one bit.

“Thanks, but no thanks. We’re kinda… territorial and not into sharing.”

That was a big thing you and Javi agreed on—neither of you wanted or needed anyone else; it was him and you for the rest of your lives, and you were both beyond happy with that.

“Suit yourselves.” She shrugged. “Okay, so you fucked at his dad’s...”

“Yes.” You nodded. “We fucked, and afterward is when I mentioned it, and he fucking tried to get me to leave right that second! Just completely forgot I said we couldn’t do it until today. I was like, ‘Javier, we are not bailing on your family barbecue for sex,’ and he, honest to god, pouted—” You threw up your hands. “—and he was so fucking clingy all night, grabbing my ass constantly. He was stuck to me like glue, and his family kept teasing the fuck out of him for it.”

“I ain’t even surprised,” she replied. “I swear, all men ever think about is sex and don’t much care about anythin’ else.”

That made you frown. “Javi isn’t always thinking about sex—he’s honestly a big fucking sweetheart. God, you can’t tell anyone, but sometimes he says the most poetically romantic shit in Spanish. You’ve seen the Addams Family movies, right? The new ones?”

“Of course—Addams Family Values is my favorite.”

“Same. Javi goes full Gomez—like the same level of devotion and obsession, and I sometimes can’t believe he loves me like that. Me! And he’s so hot, Robyn. What in the actual fuck. How did I land him?”

“‘Cause you’re a goddamn catch and amazin’,” she answered, patting your knee. “Hell, if Javi hadn’t gotten there first, I would’ve made a pass at you.” She winked.

Your lips pulled up in a grin. “I am so fucking flattered right now.”

“Good—I am so excited for your evenin’ plans!”

“I am, too! And nervous.”

“Oh, don’t be, girl.” She waved away your words. “He’ll make sure you’re good and ready and then take you to fuckin’ paradise.”

“God, I know he will.”

The nurse taking over for you was five minutes late with a coffeeshop coffee in hand. You’d given her a quick rundown on how your four patients were doing and when you last administered medications before bolting from the hospital.

Excitement and nerves were swirling in your belly on your drive home, the music turned down, and the air conditioning all the way up while you thought about what you’d do in the hour you had before Javi would be home from work; a shower was necessary, figuring he wouldn’t mind if you took one alone.

Should you lie on the bed naked, waiting for him when you were done?

A plan wasn’t made on when the event would take place. It was unspoken between you both that it was definitely happening after work; neither of you could wait.

He’d love coming home and finding you ready for him—you’d have the supplies, too, lube a must, some glasses of water, and maybe the sex towel, which was a big, thick, black towel that was used when sex was messy, like on your period, or if he was in the mood to make you squirt.

It was a surprise when you pulled into your parking spot at the apartment, and Javi’s truck was already in the neighboring one, making you wonder how long he’d been home as you grabbed your purse and exited your car.

Briskly, you walked to your front door, quickly getting it open and going inside. Your keys were tossed in the large bowl on the console table in the entryway with Javi’s own keys and wallet, your purse set beside it, toeing off your shoes.

He wasn’t in the living room, and the bedroom door was closed, assuming that was where he was.

“Javi?” you called, making your way toward it. “Why are you home early?”

Turning the doorknob, you pushed open the door, stopping when you took in the room.

Rose petals led from the doorway and up onto the end of the mattress, Javi’s bedside lamp on, the rest of the room illuminated by lit candles on the dressers, and for a split second, you thought he was going to propose, until you saw the sex towel neatly folded on top of the bed, with the bottle of lube nestled on it—the whole scene was honestly fucking hilarious. You would’ve laughed, but instead, your eyes were going wide, sucking in a breath at your boyfriend naked as the day he was born, sitting there with his back against the pillows, black-rimmed reading glasses on as he read a paperback easily held in one of his big hands.

The book lowered, his head tilting up, looking at you with a smile on his face. “Hola, mi amor (Hello, my love),” he rasped.

You gulped, your body feeling hot. “Hi, Javi,” you breathed. “What, uh, what’s all this?” you asked, gesturing toward him.

He grabbed his bookmark on the mattress beside him, shoving it in the paperback and setting it on the table. “You know exactly, what this is,” he replied, discarding his glasses on top of the book, Javi getting up from the bed with a groan.

It took you a second to get your wits about you as Javi closed the distance. “You got fucking rose petals—” you said, pointing at the trail of them. “—and lit candles, like it’s our anniversary or some shit. Not to mention, you looking like something straight out of a goddamn wet dream—the glasses, Javier? The glasses while naked, Javier? Are you trying to kill me with your sexiness?”

He snorted, crowding into your space, his hands cradling your jaw as his mouth slotted against yours in a searing kiss, your eyes closing, your fingers finding their way in his damp hair, realizing he’d already showered. You moaned when he licked into your mouth, tangling his tongue with your own in the way that made your toes curl.

God, he was perfect, and you loved him more than anything.

The kissing slowed, him murmuring into your lips, “I wasn’t trying to kill you, baby—was just reading while I waited for you.”

You pulled on his hair to make him look at you, his eyes hooded and mouth turned up in a smirk under his perfectly trimmed mustache.

“You’re a dirty fucking liar,” you accused. “But a sexy, dirty fucking liar—what’s with the petals and candles? You’ve literally never been this romantic when we fuck.”

He frowned. “I’ve been romantic when we fuck,” he argued.

“Okay, yes, we’ve had very romantic sex before—I quite enjoyed when you made me sit on your dick while we watched the sunset at your dad’s last week. I just mean, you’ve never gone all out like this. Why tonight?”

He had a look on his face like it was obvious. “It’s a special occasion…”

You huffed out a breath, patting his cheek. “It’s anal, babe—horny, nasty sex that you’re going to be feral about, not us celebrating Valentine’s.”

His eyes darted away. “But it’s your first time getting fucked in the ass, so I wanted to make it memorable…” He sighed, pushing his fingers through his hair. “It’s too much…”

“Hey, it’s not too much,” you reassured him, getting his eyes to meet yours. “It’s sweet, and I can assure you I didn’t need all of this pizazz for it to be memorable—I’ll always remember tonight and how you took my ass virginity.”

An amused breath left him, his hands moving to squeeze your behind. “Yeah, I am going to take your ass virginity.” He smacked your asscheek. “And I can’t fucking wait—go take a shower.”

“Someone’s bossy,” you replied, pulling your shirt off and letting it drop to the floor. Pecking his lips, you moved around him, heading toward the bathroom, pausing to get your pants and socks off.

“Someone’s horny,” he corrected, picking up your top and tossing it in the dirty clothes hamper.

Looking over your shoulder as you unhooked your bra, your eyes dipped down to see he was already half-hard. “Yeah, you are horny.” Your bra was off, now shimmying out of your underwear. “When did you get home?”

“An hour ago.”

You were completely naked, walking to your destination.

“Second day on the job, and you left work early for sex.” In the en suite, you flicked on the light and fan, grabbing and putting on your shower cap to keep your hair dry as you moved to the shower, Javi standing in the doorway.

“Told the Sheriff I had an important errand to run.”

The water had been turned on, waiting for it to warm. “Uh huh, and did the florist ask what you needed the rose petals for?” you asked over the roar of the shower.

“Yeah, I told her about how you made mi mamá's tamales and that I had a surprise for when you got home today—she assumed jewelry, and I didn’t correct her.”

“Oh, I was surprised, alright.” It was finally hot enough, getting in under the spray and quickly beginning to wash yourself. “Honestly, you in nothing but a pair of glasses is way better than anything, including jewelry, unless!” you exclaimed. “It’s a ring for my left hand—that trumps everything, even your dick.”

A mass in the shape of your boyfriend blocked the light outside of the frosted glass door of the shower stall, him rolling it open while you were in the process of scrubbing your front with a loofah.

“Fucking knew you’d like the glasses,” he said, reaching to palm your soapy breast, his fingers tweaking your nipple.

“I fucking knew you wore them on purpose,” you replied, turning to face the water to rinse off, his hand falling. “I see we’re glossing over the engagement ring mention, which, I won’t lie, the flower petals and candles had my hopes up.”

“Oh.” Glancing over at him, his eyes were wide, his face gone pale. “Oh, fuck, I’m so fucking sorry, Cielito.”

You waved away his apology with your free hand, scrubbing your body one more time. “There’s nothing for you to apologize for. I saw the towel and lube and realized you were just being romantically horny. I’m not disappointed. I’m extremely excited about tonight. Do you have a game plan?”

“Yes.”

“Are you going to tell me your game plan?”

“No.”

“Oh, how the turn tables,” you replied, reminded of the morning before when you kept it a secret what you were going to do to him. “Now, you are not allowed to stray from your plan but let me guess.”

“Okay.” He sounded amused, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

You were making sure every bit of you was clean while you said, “For foreplay, you’ll eat me out, and use your fingers in my ass to get me ready, then you’ll put me on all fours so you can hit it from the back.”

There was a thoughtful expression on his face, humming in the back of his throat. “You’re correct that I’ll use my fingers, and at some point, I will have you on your hands and knees.”

“Two outta three isn’t bad.”

“It’s more one out of the three.” He shrugged.

Your eyebrows knitted together. “But you said you were going to put me on my hands and knees… How did I not get it right?”

He smirked. “You’ll find out.”

“Well, now I’m curious as fuck. Towel me.” The water was turned off, your entire body completely clean, as Javi disappeared for a second, returning with a fluffy white towel. It was the world’s quickest shower, and you hurriedly dried yourself off before getting out, leaving the towel on the floor and hanging up the shower cap to dry.

“Good?” he asked, standing in front of you.

“I am squeaky clean and ready to rumble.” You nodded.

Javi grabbed your hand, leading you into the bedroom, his excitement practically palpable, making you smile. He ushered you onto the bed, getting you in the middle, him following and ending up on top of you. His fingers laced with yours above your head, his hips resting in the cradle of your spread thighs, kissing you hard.

Arousal was thrumming in your veins, feeling it burning in your belly, wanting him so badly—his tongue pressed between your lips, sliding along yours, pulling a moan from your throat. Your pussy was weeping for him, knowing you were wet, the anticipation of the evening swelling inside you.

He held both of your hands easily in one as his mouth moved, nipping at your chin and kissing a wet streak along your jaw and down your neck, gasping his name when he sucked over your pulse.

“You want me, Cielito?” he asked against your skin, his free hand grabbing your bare breast and squeezing it while his lips found their way onto your collarbone.

“Yes, Javi,” you moaned. “Want you so bad.”

His cock was hard between your bodies, pressing into your belly, Javi keeping your hands where they were while he maneuvered to suck your pebbled nipple into his mouth, your back arching at the jolt of pleasure shooting straight to your cunt. His teeth grazed against it, and your mouth fell open, wishing you could grab his hair. He moved to your other breast to give it the same treatment, your eyes squeezing shut.

“It’s so good, Javi,” you gasped.

He came off your hard bud with a wet pop, his head moving to look you in the eyes.

“Can I fuck you?” he asked.

Your eyes widened. “Uh, I feel like we’re missing the very important step where you use your fingers to make sure your big dick doesn’t hurt me. There’s no way you could fuck me yet—I’m clenching at the thought.”

“No, not your ass.” He shook his head. “Your pussy—I’m not gonna just shove my dick inside you without the right prep. I’m not an asshole.”

You let out a relieved breath. “I know you’re not an asshole, babe. It’s a little surprising you want to fuck my pussy when I’m giving you free rein of my ass.”

A little smile appeared on his lips. “Baby, if I stick my dick in your ass, I will come immediately, so I need to get off before to actually last.”

Your eyebrows lifted. “Damn, I knew you were really into it, but immediately?”

“Yeah—been waiting to do this for so fucking long, you’ll make me lose it.”

“Why is that so hot? Of course, you can fuck me, Javi. I know you’ll make me feel really good.”

“Thank you, Cielito,” he replied, leaning in to kiss you tenderly. He let go of your hands and sat up on his knees with a groan. “Need you on your hands and knees, baby,” he said, lightly smacking your thigh.

“So, you are fucking me in doggy. I just got the hole wrong,” you replied, flipping over onto your stomach. His big hands grabbed onto your hips, pulling you up into position.

“Yeah, so you were wrong—move forward a bit. Can you get into that one yoga thing?”

“Which pose?”

“Where your ass is up in the air, and your chest is against the floor.”

“Oh, puppy pose.” You kept your butt high, spreading your knees a little, dropping your chest down to the mattress to rest your forehead on your folded arms. This caused your hips to tilt back and really put your pussy on display. “I think I deserve half credit, at least for kinda getting it right.”

“A wrong answer is a wrong answer.”

Your eyes narrowed, turning your head to the side to look back at him as best you could. “You’re a real hardass, Javier—thank god you didn’t go into teaching.” The thought conjured up images of him as a professor, wearing a suit and his reading glasses, looking grumpy while he taught, and it made your skin feel hot, swallowing hard.

He was smirking like he knew what you were thinking, and it annoyed you, his hands squeezing your ass. “What’s making you horny, mi amor (my love)?”

“God,” you groaned, facing forward again, your words muffled. “I’m too fucking attracted to you and the goddamn glasses!”

“What, baby?” he asked, sliding his palm along your spine.

“You’re just really sexy, and I was thinking about you as a professor, and it got me all hot and bothered—anyways, I’m so fucking horny, and I’d like to be fucked, please,” you said, wiggling your backside at him.

His hand landed hard on your ass in a loud slap, gasping at the pleasurable sting.

“Such good manners,” he replied. “You gonna be a good girl and let me make you feel good?” he asked, smoothing his palm over your asscheek.

“Yes, Javi. I want it—I want you.”

“I’ve got you, baby.”

The springs in the mattress complained from him moving behind you, and you expected to feel his dick, a surprised sound coming from your mouth as he spread open your cheeks instead and felt him spit on your pussy. His tongue slid through your slit from just below your clit up to your entrance and back down again over and over, Javi groaning into your skin.

Pleasure ignited in your belly, feeling it slowly building in your core. He was teasing you, avoiding your clit, laving at the lips of your sex to lick up your arousal, swirling his tongue around your entrance, and dipping it inside to taste you from the source, your hands clenching in the bedding beneath you.

“It’s so good,” you moaned. “It’s so fucking good, Javi.”

He hummed in the back of his throat, finally moving low enough to flick his tongue over your neglected bundle of nerves, making you gasp his name, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to your end.

Licking a broad stroke up through your folds, he kept going, and your breath hitched when he got to your tight ring of muscle. He licked and prodded at it, all of the many nerve endings being stimulated, making your toes curl at how good it felt, sparks tingling outward from your clit—you were so close to your release, you could taste it, rough sounds coming from Javi’s chest as he licked around your hole, pressing his wet muscle inside.

Using the heel of his palm, he rubbed your clit, moving it quickly from side to side—his mouth, his hand, they had everything coming to a head, you falling over the edge with a cry of his name, your body tensing up as euphoria flowed in your veins.

His head left you, hearing him panting out, “Good girl,” while he helped you ride out your high.

Some seconds later, there was jostling behind you again, removing his hand from you, your body feeling relaxed. He rubbed comfortingly along your spine. “You good? Can I fuck you now, mi amor (my love)?”

“Absolutely,” your muffled voice answered. Turning your head, you continued, “I need you to fuck me.”

He smacked your ass, smiling. “Then I will.” Leaning to the side, Javi grunted as he reached to grab something, realizing it was the lube when you heard him pop open the cap, getting some on his hand to slick up his cock. The bottle was set by his knee, him pressing the bulbous tip of himself against your soaked entrance, your mouth falling open as he easily slid home in one smooth thrust, feeling so full—Javi nestled so deep inside, you weren’t sure where he ended, and you began.

“Fuck that’s good,” he breathed, pulling out almost all the way and pushing back in, your forehead dropping to your arms.

“It’s so good,” you moaned.

His pace wasn’t slow or fast, a happy medium of him steadily thrusting in and out of you, your tight walls hugging him, and trying to suck him deeper into your depths. That familiar heat was making itself known at the base of your spine, hearing the slap of skin on skin, his hands squeezing your hips.

“Cielito?” he grunted.

“Yeah?”

“If it’s too much, tell me.”

The sound of the cap on the lube clicked open again. “What are you—” Your sentence turned into a moan as Javi liberally squirted some of the liquid onto your puckered hole, your cunt clenching as it dawned on you what he was planning to do. “Oh, god, Javi,” you gasped.

His strokes didn’t waver, the bottle dropping to the bed, him saying through his teeth, “Tell me if it’s too much. Understand?”

He was going use his fingers in your ass while he fucked you, and it had your brain short-circuiting at imagining how it would feel.

His palm landed on your ass in a resounding smack, the sweet pain getting your attention.

“Do you understand, baby?” he asked.

“Yes!” you exclaimed, his thick cock pistoning into you. “Do it!”

His thumb circled your asshole, shivering at the tingles moving down your spine, then he was pressing in, your eyes rolling back in your head.

“Oh, fuck,” you whined, feeling even fuller—this was just his thumb, and it already felt like so much. How were the other fingers going to feel?

“Relax, Cielito,” he purred, his free hand rubbing soothingly against your hip, realizing your thighs had tensed up and relaxing them, welcoming the intrusion. “Good girl.” He pushed it in and pulled it out in time with his thrusts, the pleasure making your head spin, feeling yourself rocketing toward your release.

His thumb disappeared, replaced with one thick finger, then two, moaning loudly at how good it felt, it getting wetter between your legs, hearing the wet suck of your pussy taking him.

“You’re doing so good for me,” he said, the digits moving in sync with his hips. “So fucking good for me, baby. Does it feel good?”

Your mouth had fallen open, drooling onto the blanket below you, not sure if you could speak. His other hand lightly slapped your thigh. “Does it feel good, Cielito?”

“Yes,” you moaned. “Fuck, it’s so good—you’re fucking me so good!”

“I know I am.” You could hear the smile in his voice. “You’re taking my fingers so well, can’t wait to feel you squeeze my dick in this tight ass,” he ended the sentence by smacking it with his free hand.

You were getting close to your climax, the fire in your belly growing rapidly, rocking back on him to feel him deeper, wanting more—his cock was moving in and out of you at the same time as his fingers, filling you over and over again, pleasure rising inside you.

It was a lot—you couldn’t think of anything else except how fucking good he was making you feel.

“I think you can take one more,” he grunted. “Can you do that? Be my good girl and take all three?”

You had the presence of mind to answer, “Yes, Papí!”

He started pushing in the third finger, and your vision went white.

You were used to him occasionally putting a thumb in your ass when he was fucking you from behind, but three of his fingers? His hands could be classified as mitts they were so fucking big, and here he was, sticking three of his sizable fingers into your ass—you came immediately.

Your orgasm slammed into you hard, a strangled sound ripped from your throat as your body seized up so tight he had to come to a stop—Javi groaned loudly at you tightening around his cock and digits, pleasure exploding out from your core, feeling it in the tips of your fingers and toes, your thoughts becoming slow, thick like molasses.

Your pussy was still fluttering around him when your body went lax.

“Can I keep going?” Javi roughly asked.

The words weren’t forming on your tongue, so you settled for an affirmative hum and a shaky thumbs up.

He started moving again, his dick in your cunt and his fingers in your ass, spreading them inside you while you went along for the ride.

“I’m close,” he gritted out. “Almost took me with you.”

“An honorable way to go,” you slurred.

He chuckled, his digits leaving your hole as he bent over you, one arm holding himself up while the other went under your middle, groaning as he pulled you up on your knees, your back to his chest—his rhythm sped up, his hands on your tits holding you to him as he chased his high, one of yours on his hip behind you the other laced with his on your breast. His lips kissed your shoulder and the side of your neck, hearing him grunting close to your ear.

His thrusts started getting uneven.

“Fuck,” he gasped, his breath tickling the shell of your ear. “Gonna fuck my come deep—want it to, fuck.” He was panting, pausing to swallow, fucking into you harder. “Want it to ta—“ The word cut off into a pained sound, pushing his cock into you all the way to the root one last time as he came, feeling him thicken, jerking inside you and the wet pulse as spurts and spurts of his spend filled you, sinking his teeth into your shoulder, making you gasp at the pleasurable pain—he rolled his hips to fuck his come deeper, wanting to fill as much of you as he could.

He came to a stop, breathing hard, both of your bodies wet with a sheen of sweat coating them. He hissed as he pulled out, his release slowing dripping down your inner thigh, squeaking in surprise when he moved to lay on the bed next to you, bringing you down with him, landing half on top of him.

His head rested on a pillow, yours on his chest, the fingers of one of your hands sliding through his wet hair, his arm wrapped around your back, drawing shapes on the soft skin of your hip with his finger as you both came down from your highs.

Javier was so relaxed he thought there was a chance he’d melt into the mattress—his rapid heartbeat was beginning to slow and even out, her nails lightly scratching at his scalp, making sparks dance along his spine.

He was content, blissed out, happy, not to mention excited about what was to come. The thought of getting to fuck her ass made his cock stir, arousal starting to burn low in his gut, knowing he would be hard again in record time.

When she told him the day before that she wanted to try anal, he was ready to go right then—he didn’t want to wait, having dreamed about it for so long, he was aching to feel her so tight around his dick, and she was tight, snugly squeezing his fingers when they were inside her.

Another thing that riled him up was the fact he was the first to fuck her ass, and it had him feeling some type of way, knowing he’d be the first and last to get the honor, hoping she’d like it enough to want to do it again.

He was already half-hard just thinking about it, glad he’d been smart enough to come before the main event to ensure he lasted more than two, maybe three pumps—he wanted her to have a great first experience and it ending as soon as he worked his cock into her would be pretty fucking disappointing even though he knew she wouldn’t complain, always saying it was a compliment when he came sooner than he hoped.

Still, he was determined to do this right by her, wanting it to be a night she remembered fondly, which was why he left work early to get the rose petals, buy the tealight candles, and stop at the grocery store to get ingredients for him to make her dinner, well aware that she hadn’t eaten much that day. Were the candles and petals a bit much? Maybe, but her face, when she walked into the room, was worth it—seeing clearly how much he turned her on had pride swelling in his chest.

“Wow, that was something,” she croaked, breaking the silence and taking him from his thoughts.

“A good something?” he inquired, his finger on her hip, spelling out her first name and his last for probably the fifteenth time that they’d been lying like this.

She tilted her face up to look at him, her fingers stroking through the hair just above his ear.

“A very good something,” she replied. “Like, I was really fucking nervous about three of your huge ass fingers inside of my ass—just your thumb feels like a lot—but my god, Robyn wasn’t lying about you taking me to fuckin’ paradise.”

He snorted, turning his head to kiss her forehead, his chest puffing up a little. “You liked it that much?” Hope rose inside him that she’d answer in the affirmative.

“God, yeah. Your dick is going to feel so good. A big reason I wanted to try it was because she told me she’s never come quicker than when she does anal, and I get it now.”

“She convinced you?”

“Yep, she sure did. Oh! She gave me more ideas today.”

Smiling, he asked, “What ideas?”

“The first was bondage which immediately made me think of how good you are with those ropes at the ranch and you tying me up in bed.” His cock twitched, his blood heating. “The second was blindfolds, which really got me going at the idea of pairing that with the ropes, so I can’t see or move, and you can basically do whatever you want to me.”

His mouth had gone dry, his brain playing out possible scenarios that had his cock becoming fully hard.

He licked his lips. “Can we send her a fruit basket? That’s what you send people as thanks, right?”

She laughed, cradling his cheek. “Oh my god, the basket arriving at the hospital with a card reading, ‘Thanks for the orgasmic ideas,’ she’d love it, but I think she’d love a gift certificate to a spa even more.”

“We’ll fucking get her one,” he said, his head moving to kiss her palm.

“We’ll do that this weekend.”

“Good.” His dick was throbbing as it lay on his stomach. “Sorry, baby, I need to get on my side.”

“Not a problem,” she replied, moving off of him to lie on her back beside him as he turned onto his side to face her.

The flat of his hand moved up her stomach to grab one of her breasts while he leaned over her to kiss her lips, her fingers tangling in his hair—pinching at her hard nipple had her moaning. Javier took the opportunity to deepen the kiss with a press of his tongue into her mouth, sliding it along hers in practiced movements.

His hard cock dug into her hip, wetting her skin with precum, the kissing getting more fervent, their teeth clattering and noses bumping, almost like they were trying to fuse themselves together with their mouths. He skated his hand back down her body and over her soft belly to between her legs, sliding two fingers through their combined mess, using the slick to circle her swollen little clit.

“Javi,” she moaned into his lips, bucking her hips against his hand. “I want you.”

He nipped at her bottom lip, pulling back to look her in the eyes, hers glazed over in lust.

“You want my dick?” he asked through heavy breaths.

Biting her lip, she nodded. “Want it so bad.”

Quickly kissing her, he went into action, getting everything ready, the ache in his lower back making him groan when he sat up to grab the towel behind him, her lifting her hips for him to lay in on the bed under her, then he told her how he wanted her.

“Spread this leg out,” he ordered, tapping the thigh furthest away from him, watching her do as he said. “Keep this one up, okay?” The one closest to him, he bent at the knee, pushing it up her torso, nodding to himself that it opened her up enough for what he would do. He reached to grab the lube on the mattress.

Flicking the cap open, he poured a generous amount in his palm, stroking it onto his dick and putting more on his fingers.

“You let me know if it’s too much,” he said. “Okay, Cielito?” He pressed one finger into her tight hole, making her keen.

“Yes, Javi—more.”

Her words had a sharp spike of arousal cutting through him. She was relaxed, him easily pushing in another digit.

“Yes,” she gasped, her hand pressing to his chest and squeezing his pec. “More, Javi—give me more.”

“Yeah, baby?” His third finger went in with hardly any resistance. “You like my fingers inside you?”

“Yes,” she moaned as he started pumping them in and out, spreading them inside to stretch her open.

“Think you’re ready for my dick?” Excitement was bubbling in his chest, his cock so fucking hard it was almost painful, ready to go at her word.

“Give it to me,” she replied. “I want it, Javi.”

At this moment, and every other they shared together, he was her devotee and would worship her like she deserved, and now she was gifting him with herself, Javier intimately aware of just how lucky he was to be given this opportunity.

He’d been waiting for this, and he was going to make it so fucking good for her.

The first time he put his dick in someone’s ass, he was a teenager, and he’d grown since then, no longer fumbling with the condom, knowing there needed to be a lot of lube and that he had to loosen up his partner with his fingers to make it enjoyable for the both of them—mistakes were made when he was younger, and now he was older and wiser, and knew how to make it good for everyone involved.

Another reason he was chomping at the bit to do this was she was letting him fuck her bare, which was something he’d never done before, and he was dying to know what it’d feel like.

His hips turned toward her, holding himself on one arm, his other hand stroking his cock, steadily leaking precum, getting closer to press the tip to her asshole. He started pushing in, his mouth falling open, making his insides burn with want at the tight squeeze. Getting halfway in, he had to pause and take a deep breath to calm down, already so worked up, he was genuinely worried he’d come.

She was mewling, making noises that were going straight to his dick when he finally bottomed out, lying down on his side next to her, putting one arm beneath her neck, the second hooking under her knee to keep her leg up, resting his palm on her breast.

Her tight ring of muscle was constricting around the base of his cock so tightly it almost hurt, Javier needing a second—she turned her head toward him, her eyes dark and heavy-lidded, her forehead glistening in sweat looking so beautifully fucked out of her mind, it had him leaning forward to kiss her, the familiar press of her lips grounding him, getting him to the point he could pull almost all the way out and push back in.

His groans came unbidden as he set up a slow pace to get her used to him, surprised when her body tensed up not even a minute later, and she came with a loud moan into his mouth, her ass squeezing him like a vise.

He broke the kiss, his heart racing, panting breaths. “Fuck, already? Do you want me to keep going?” he asked.

Her eyes were closed. “Yes,” she answered roughly. “Go until you come.”

“Okay, baby,” he replied, her relaxing enough that he could start moving again, his mouth finding hers once more, sharing breaths as he worked in and out of her faster than before.

His stomach was knotting up in pleasure with every push and pull of his hips, her leg shaking in his hold, her making sounds that almost sounded inhuman, clearly losing herself to how good she was feeling—he wasn’t much better, their kissing messy, mashing their mouths together, him completely wrecked out of his mind.

She was just so warm and tight, it lulling him to his end—fucking into her over and over again, grunting in exertion.

“Fuck!” she cried, as she seized up and shuddered, Javier feeling as she came again, his mouth leaving hers to grit his teeth, trying to stave off his own orgasm by holding entirely still inside her.

“Fuck, Cielito.” He kissed her shoulder. His forehead was wet with sweat, feeling a drop drip down his cheek while he caught his breath. “You’re gonna make me come, baby, if you keep doing that.”

She looked utterly blissed out, blinking her eyes open in a way that made it seem like they wanted to stay closed, only half-focusing on him.

Her hand came up to pat his cheek, her words slurring when she spoke. “You’re gonna make me pass out if you keep doing that.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Nope.” She poked his nose, making him smile at her adorableness. “We’re just gonna see what happens, and if I pass out, I pass out—won’t be the first time or the last.”

“You think one more will do you in?”

“I know one more will knock me the fuck out.”

He was so fucking close, starting to rock in and out of her, knowing that if she came again, he’d go with her—an idea came to him.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

“Oh, boy, what are you planning?” She sounded drunk. “You only ask that when you’re gonna do something exceptionally good.”

He smiled. “I am.”

“Bring it on, babe.”

Kissing her, he started moving faster, his thick cock slickly sliding in her depths, her moaning again, the muscles in his belly winding tighter and tighter.

The clean hand holding up her leg went to between her thighs, pushing one, then two fingers into her come-filled cunt, crooking them to rub against that one spot that drove her wild, fucking his digits into it over and over again.

Hedonistic sounds filled the air—she was making noises he’d never heard before that bordered on animalistic, him grunting, his fingers squelching in her pussy, while his cock wetly pounded into her ass—all of it spurring him on to his own release.

Her cunt had started to flutter, and he knew she was close.

“Come on, Cielito,” he said through his bared teeth. “One more. I know you’re close; take me with you, baby.”

Soon her back was arching, clenching down hard on his fingers and cock, a guttural groan vibrating out of his chest at her pussy gushing around his digits, soaking the towel beneath her—it sent him with her, his balls tightening up as he pushed into her one last time, his dick pulsing, coming with a ragged moan, his body awash in pleasure as he filled her ass.

He was wrung out, every muscle in his body relaxing, his head sinking into the pillow, his eyes feeling heavy, and thinking he might fall asleep. Javier removed his hand from her cunt, pulling out of her and putting her leg down so she’d be more comfortable, his breaths and heartbeat starting to slow, their bodies shining in the lights of the room from sweat.

His eyes closed, and moments later, he was frowning that she wasn’t playing with his hair like usual.

A soft snore sounded, opening one of his eyes to find hers closed with her mouth open.

Oh, he fucked her unconscious.

She hadn’t been exaggerating that one more would make her pass out.

He didn’t want her sleeping with the mess he made between her legs, so he moved to get off the bed without another thought, not caring he was tired.

He blew out all of the candles on his way to the en suite, cleaning himself up before taking care of his needs and washing his hands when he was finished. Returning to the bedroom, he had a warm wet washcloth that he used to gently wipe her down, and she was still knocked out cold, not even stirring; she just kept snoring.

The real challenge was getting her under the blankets. He feared she’d be cold and eventually succeeded in tucking her in on her side of the bed, Javier a bit sweaty from the effort and feeling really good about himself that she remained asleep—he mentally patted himself on the back for fucking her so good.

Yawning, he put the dirtied towel and washcloth into the hamper, then turned off the bedside lamp, crawling into bed with her. He scooted to cuddle up next to her, his arm going over her middle, breathing in her scent as he dozed off with a little smile.

Where were you?

What year was it?

All you knew for sure was you were burning up, a weight halfway on top of you that was hot; realizing it was a person when you heard a snore—their scent finally processed in your brain, and you realized it was your boyfriend.

You were in your shared bed with Javier Peña.

Your voice was gravelly when you tried to speak. “Javi?”

His body lightly jolted, and you knew he’d awoken.

“Hmmm?” he hummed, nuzzling his nose against your ear.

“Who’s president?”

His voice was raspier. “What?”

“Who’s president?”

“Bill Clinton? What’s wrong, amor (love)?”

“I apparently passed out so hard I forgot where and when I was.”

His breath tickled your ear when he huffed out amusedly. “You thought I fucked you into a coma?” he asked.

“Oh my fucking god—” You sat up as best you could, Javi making a sad sound that you moved. “—you fucked me unconscious!”

The room was softly glowing by the sun coming through the gaps in the blue linen curtains, Javi sitting up, too, the blankets pooling at his bare waist.

“Yeah?” he replied, rubbing the sleep from his eye. “You said one more would take you out, and you were right—out like a goddamn light.”

“Javier, did you… Am I recalling correctly, did you make me squirt?”

“Yes, I fucking did.” He sounded beyond proud of himself.

The orgasm had been unlike any you’ve ever had before, so intense it was no wonder you blacked out.

“With how easily you were coming,” he continued, “I was pretty fucking sure I could do it, and I did.” He leaned over, giving you a loud, smacking kiss on your cheek.

You smiled, pushing on his shoulder. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, you’re just real fucking proud of yourself, aren’t you?”

He was smirking. “I mean five orgasms in what, less than two hours? I think I did pretty fucking good.”

Your hand went across your body to cup his cheek. “Yeah, baby, you did really fucking good,” you replied, pulling him in for a kiss, feeling him smiling into it.

“Did you like it?” he asked against your lips.

Breaking apart, you smiled. “Um, yeah, I think the orgasms are confirmation I was really into it.”

“You’d, uh, wanna do it again?”

Pushing his bangs out of his face, you answered, “Absolutely. It’s just something we have to plan for, but I’m down—I’m really curious what it would be like if you gave me the Javi special.”

His eyebrows creased. “The Javi special…? What’s that?”

“When you rail me from behind—like, I don’t know if you’re aware, but you’re really fucking good at it. I mean, you’re good at all the positions. It’s just with back shots you get, I don’t know, feral? You let loose and just go for it, and it’s always a good fucking time. So, I’m just imagining the absolute pounding you’d give my ass, and I won’t lie, the thought makes my pussy throb.”

His hand cradled your jaw, rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip. “Yeah? You want me to fuck your ass hard?”

“Yes.” You nodded. “Very much.”

Leaning in, he hovered his lips over yours, whispering, “Next time, I’ll give it to you any way you want—would you like that, baby?”

Arousal was starting to thread in your belly.

“Yes, I’d like that a lot,” you answered just as quietly.

“Good.” He nudged your nose with his. “Let’s go shower, then I’m gonna make you dinner—some steak has been marinating since I got home. I’m making you mi mamá’s fajitas.”

“Keep talking dirty to me—what did you marinate it in?”

He smiled, pecking your lips. “Cumin.” Another kiss. “Chile powder.” A quick peck. “Salt.” A kiss. “Lime juice.” A peck. “Lime zest.” His lips on yours again. “Olive oil.” He kissed you. “Garlic—“

“How much garlic?” You interrupted.

He chuckled. “Her recipe said two minced cloves, but you taught me to measure garlic with my heart, so I did three.” He kissed you again.

“God, that’s so sexy,” you murmured against his lips.

He pulled back. “I don’t know how the fuck to pronounce the last ingredient—wor-ces-ter-shire, wer-ches-ter—“

“Worcestershire.” You sounded it out. “Woos-te-sher.”

He made a face that made you giggle. “Are you fucking kidding me? Why are there so many extra fucking letters?”

“The British named it, babe.” You stroked your fingers through his hair, your stomach growling. “Fuck, I’m starving.”

“Get up. We’ll shower, then I’ll feed you.”

“I love you—you’re perfect.”

Tenderly he kissed you. “You’re the perfect one,” he said into your lips. “I love you so fucking much.”

“Oh!” You broke away from him. “Do you think we’re vanilla?”

His face scrunched. “What?”

“Like, sex, are we vanilla? Until tonight you’ve only stuck your dick in my mouth and pussy. We’d never fucking fathom going to one of those wild orgies Robyn likes to go to—“

“Fuck, no,” he cut in. “I’m not fucking possessive, but I sure as fuck am not sharing you.”

“That’s what I told her! Also, same, respectfully, you’re mine, and I’m yours, and there will be no one else—I don’t want anyone else.”

“That’s fucking right.” He gave you a quick kiss. “Did she call us vanilla?”

“Yeah, and like, I’m really thinking we might be…”

“What? ‘Cause you’re not pouring hot wax on my balls, or we don’t swing or whatever the fuck—I fucked your ass tonight and made you squirt; vanilla people don’t do that shit. They also don’t fuck outside of their home, so no, we’re not fucking vanilla.”

“Exactly! We have too much risky place sex.”

He nodded. “Fucked you in a house full of people yesterday.”

“Yes, you did,” you replied, cupping his cheeks. “And we get off on pretending you’re knocking me up—which reminds me, that was really hot all the stuff you said before you came the first time. If I hadn’t come so hard, you definitely would’ve gotten me again.”

He crookedly smiled, seeing the devotion in his eyes. “I can’t fucking wait to marry you—we’re perfect for each other.”

You grinned. “Wanna know a secret?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m literally counting down the days to our anniversary. I already have next year's calendar and the day marked.”

His face lit up, his dimple showing. “You wanna know a secret?”

“Of course.”

“I’m counting down the days, too, and I’ll need to see if you can take some time off around that date...”

“Oh my god, you’re taking me on a trip!” you exclaimed excitedly. “Where are you taking me? Wait, let me guess—obviously a beach.”

He frowned. “Why would it obviously be a beach?”

“Because you’re insanely romantic and know how much I love the beach and ocean, so that’d be where you’d do it. I don’t think you’d take me to Corpus Christi or anywhere on the Texas coast. I’d think maybe Florida—Miami since Steve and Connie are there, but we’re visiting them in December, and with their baby, we wouldn’t want to impose again so soon after. Oh! You brought up my passport a couple of weeks ago, so that eliminates California, and the US in general, which leaves an island!”

He let out a long, defeated sigh, his shoulders slumping. “Call me Detective Peña…” he grumbled. “You’re apparently Mrs. Detective Peña…”

“Actually, it’s future, Mrs. Detective Peña, because you insist on making us wait.”

“Yeah, I am,” he sighed. Suddenly he was perking up, “At least you won’t be able to guess the fucking island or hell, maybe I might take you to Mexico.”

“Nah.” You swatted away his suggestion. “You wouldn’t take me to Mexico—you’re too fucking stressed about the cartels and would be worried the entire time. You’re definitely taking me to an island.”

His eyes narrowed. “Okay, future Mrs. Detective Peña, I’ve had enough of you figuring out my plans. Get your ass out of bed—we’re showering, and then I’m making you a delicious fucking dinner because I love you so goddamn much, even though I’m a little annoyed with you right now.”

“That’s how I feel when you do it to me!” you laughed. “It’s annoying as fuck.”

“I see that.” He pouted. “Kiss me.”

“What?”

“Kiss me so I’ll stop being annoyed with you—I don’t like it.”

“Oh, my sweet future husband,” you cooed, doing as he asked, pushing your fingers in his hair and kissing him.

“Call me that again.” His muffled voice said.

“My sweet future husband—I love you.”

His lips smiled against yours. “I love when you call me that, and I love you, too, my perfect future wife.”

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loveephia · 1 year

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kita shinsuke turns into a toddler.

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting, cavity-giving, super sweet fluff, reader takes care of toddler kita, toddler!kita has the roundest cheeks ever, and the silliest bangs to exist, toddler!kita has a crush on you, just an innocent and wholesome piece overall.

⚠ warning/s: none.

note: i got absolutely demolished with the biggest wave of baby fever, so enjoy!!! :3

poof!

you look down and see a toddler, dressed in an oversized inarizaki uniform that looks oddly like kita shinsuke.

..wait.

"k- kita?!" you exclaim, the panic evident in your shaky voice. you crouch down, looking around the empty hallway to see if anyone else just saw what has happened. the child stares up at you, quiet. he rubs one eye and yawns drowsily.

"who.. are you?" kita asks. "i- i'm y/n l/n! remember? the vice president of the student council? i work right under you b- because you're the president!" you answer.

kita blinks his chocolate doe-like eyes at you.

"grandma yumi told me not to talk to strangers." kita turns on his heel, "goodbye." n- now hold on!

you scoop kita up in your arms before running off to the student council office, "no way! if anyone in inarizaki sees what has happened to you, they're going to freak out!"

kita only holds onto you, gripping his tiny hands onto your uniform. "p- please slow down, miss l/n. i'm a bit scared." he stutters.

ack! my heart!

"o- okay.." you do as he says, trying desperately to quickly find the door that leads to the student council office. he hides his face in the crook of your neck. squish. he rested one fluffy cheek on your shoulder.

"oh my gosh, oh my gosh! so cute, so cute!" you thought, covering your mouth with one palm.

you kicked the office door down before gently placing kita on the couch. you closed the door shut and sighed heavily. what is this bizarre situation?!

"you're going to stay here until you turn back to normal, okay?" you said, tone firm. kita hesitates, but he nods anyway, not fully understanding what you meant. you mutter a small, "good." at his obedience.

"miss l/n, please don't leave me." he says politely, fidgeting with his fingers. "i'm scared of being by myself."

he's so adorable!

"o- of course.." you plopped down next to him on the couch, sitting in silence.

you glance over at kita, who seems to be staring at the office table with nothing but bond paper on it. you then notice the prominent shape of his cheeks. white, round, and smooth. huh.. kind of like a bao.

you poke one out of the curiosity of your own heart, and you were satisfied, to say the least. "waaah! they're so soft!"

attack worked! you have confused the enemy! (kita)

"miss l/n, can i draw?" he asks, sheepishly fiddling with his own fingers. "oh, right.. since kita is basically a child now, he'll probably want to do something with whatever creativity his brain can muster up." you thought to yourself. "yes, sure!" you pick kita up and place him on one of the office chairs close to the table before trying to find a box of crayons and a pencil for him to use.

once you found them, you handed them to kita, even giving him a sheet of bond paper from earlier.

kita gets to work, and you sigh, sinking back into the office couch. it's a good thing that kita wasn't a very high maintenance child, so you didn't have to worry too much.

"achoo!.." kita sneezed. you pulled a clean and pastel handkerchief from your pocket and let kita blow his nose into it. "are you okay now?" you asked, and kita nods.

you take a peek at what kita was drawing, and it's of you and him, holding hands. it looks like he wasn't finished yet from the way that there wasn't any colors.

i seriously want to cry. how much cuter can he get?!

time skip.

kita finally turns back to normal after a long day of caring for him, and a part of your heart cracks. no more baby president..

"oh, l/n. do you have the papers i asked for?" kita asks, voice mature, dropping the miss. you nod gloomily. "yes, hold on." you check under your own office desk, and there they are. you hand them to kita, as he mumbles a small, "thank you."

you stare at his cheeks,

before planting a kiss on one.

kita's face was lit aflame, and he's looking at you, dumbfounded at the sudden action. you can tell that he's trying to keep it together, with his wide eyes and all. "i have to go home now. see you tomorrow, president." you excused yourself before leaving the office.

kita just stands there. what.. just.. happened?

once the office door was shut, you smile to yourself giddily, before burying your face in the palm of your hands. "his cheeks are still as fluffy as ever!" you mentally cheered.

you were able to take the drawing that kita did, colored and all. best believe you're going to hang it up on your wall like a trophy.

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x y/n #hq x reader #hq x y/n #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #hq hcs #tooth rotting fluff #hq #haikyuu kita #shinsuke kita #kita shinsuke #kita fluff #hq kita #haikyū!!#haikyuu anime #haikyuu

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cherrryxx · 7 months

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“Blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine,”

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(Song: ‘Cherry Wine’ by Hozier)

SANJI X MALE/GN READER

Summary: Sanji takes care of reader after they get sick from the cold weather.

Warnings: Fluff, domestic fluff, established relationships, Sanji is an absolute prince, male reader, minor sickness, can also be read as GN reader, some pet names (honey, love, etc)

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You coughed as you sat up in the creaking bed, groaning as you felt the light pierce your eyes like knives.

Sanji yawns as he wakes beside you, his arm finding it’s way around your waist.

“Good morning, darling.”

Sanji yawns again, stretching his legs out a bit. He opened his eyes, noticing your ill state.

“Love, you look sick. What’s wrong?”

He questions you, sitting up and inspecting your face. Placing his hand on your forehead he feels the hot fever.

“Oh hell! You’re burning up!” Sanji comments with worry, “It’s probably because that stupid Luffy had you go out in that cold yesterday! Tsk!”

“It’s really okay,” you try to insist, but sneeze right afterwards.

Sanji huffs, “No, you’re staying in bed today, sir. I’m going to make you some soup and tea, and send Chopper down here to give you a check-up. Now stay!”

You groan in complaint but remain in the bed as Sanji left to make you food.

A few minutes later the door creaked open and you could hear the soft clacking of Chopper’s hooves. He scurried to the side of your bed and struggled over the edge.

Huffing, Chopper said, “You really do look sick y/n.” He took his paw and gently patted your forehead before taking your temperature.

Chopper made a face of surprise upon seeing it and scolded you, “Y/n! You why didn’t you come to me sooner!” He dug through his bag and handed you a small bottle.

“Drink this! You should feel better in a few days!”

You take the bottle and thank Chopper, giving him a soft pat on the head before sending him off.

After the door closed again, you inspected the bottle. The fluid inside was a soft purple color, and it smelled rather good. You quickly drank it, gagging when you realized how terrible it tastes.

Just as you tossed the empty bottle into a nearby barrel, Sanji walked into the room. On his arm was a large round plate with a dish of soup, bread, tea, and water. Your mouth watered from the smell alone.

“Chicken gnocchi soup, with my own special touches, and some mint tea to help your throat.” Sanji explained softly, setting the food down on the bedside table.

“Are you well enough to feed yourself?” Sanji asked genuinely, but with a coy undertone.

You scoffed, “Yes Sanji, I can lift a spoon to my mouth and eat.”

He sighed, as if he was hoping he could feed you the food he made. Your stomach grumbles as you look at the bowl of warm soup.

Carefully, you lift the spoon to your mouth and take a bite, melting from the deliciousness of it.

“Mmmmm, ‘s good.” You mumble with the spoon in your mouth. Your throat felt soothed already from the savory soup broth.

Sanji chuckled, “Of course.”

You ate almost all of your soup in a few minutes, saving a few drops to dip your bread in. The loaf was soft and warm, soaking in the broth of the mouthwatering soup well.

Once you were done with your food and began sipping the minty tea, Sanji cleared the dishes quickly and returned to the room.

“Do you feel better, love?”

You place down the cup of tea gently on the nightstand and rub the back of Sanji’s head affectionately, “Yes, I feel much better honey.”

Sanji grinned happily as you ran your hand through his golden blond hair, pausing to linger on his neck as you let out a soft sigh and lean close to him. You rest your forehead on his chest and before you know it you’ve fallen back asleep.

“Ohhh, what am I to do with you?” Sanji sighs affectionately.

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genderfluid-insomniac · 9 months

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Hey! I hope you’re having a fantastic day, and is drinking plenty of water! If it’s not to much to ask, I was wondering if I could request a hurt/comfort for Macaque X fem!reader ? I personally think Macaque would be incredibly insecure about his appearance when in a relationship. He has lost an eye, he is scarred, he has six ears, AND he’s also a “ugly” monkey humanoid (which he strongly thinks human!reader would find unattractive compared to a normal human). He already goes as far to hide his true appearance from everyone. I need the reader to convince him that he’s pretty and doesn’t need to hide it! Thank you so much if you choose to take this one on!

Much love! -anon

The beautiful faults you hide from me ///Sick!Insecure!Six-Eared Macaque x reader

“Mac?” You waited a few seconds before calling out again and heading toward the upper half of his apartment (or more like a furnished and repaired abandoned warehouse). The past couple of days you hadn’t heard from your boyfriend which concerned you given that it was winter and Macaque didn’t do so well in the cold. Ever since you’d known him, he always ran cold temperature-wise, which didn’t bode well because he stayed inside as much as possible during winter so he wouldn’t get sick.

From where his bedroom was you heard a small sneeze and figured that's where he was residing, upon entering his room you could see that it was more messy than usual. The most shocking thing was that you could see all the features your lover usually hid with magic but that only meant something wasn’t right. It wasn’t that he never showed you what he actually looked like, that’s not what it was, he was actually just insecure about his scars despite you telling you countless times that you love him no matter what.

That didn’t matter though right now, you were more concerned about him and how sick he looked. “Macaque? Are you okay?” When you got no answer you rushed over and felt his forehead….It was so hot. You rushed to the kitchen and grabbed some cold water and a damp washcloth, quickly turning on the thermostat and getting back to your feverish lover. Macaque stirred as you entered the room and groaned, joints popping and voice creaking when he tried to voice his worries.

But you shushed him after you put the damp cloth on his forehead and attempted to coax him to drink. His red pointed mask that painted his face was dull and the usual vibrant color of his ears was pale, despite all that he still looked beautiful as always and even more so as the scars that covered his body showed how strong he’d been. The parts of his fur that were white, which when you asked him was due to being under Lady Bone Demons’ control or his original white fur before he died, faded into his normal black color and you couldn’t help but stare at the rare sight before you.

“I know-” Macaqued coughed and grasped his throat, wincing at the dryness and greedily taking the water you offered. Drips of water dripped past his mouth and got caught on the tangled facial fur as his adam's apple bobbed up and down, panting heavily to catch his breath and handing the cup back to you. “I know I look ugly but you don’t have to stare.” His voice hissed harshly at you and the glare he shot at you would have been more effective if you didn’t know him better. “Moonlight, you and I both know no one looks their best when they’re sick. But what’s causing me to stare is the possibility that you no longer have enough magic to even maintain your glamours much less your healing factor and I’m worried for you.”

The glance the shadow demon tossed to the side told you all you needed to know before you went through a chest beneath the bed and found the medications you needed. Taking the herbs and mixing them with modern chemicals, grinding them into a powder, and mixing them into potent tea (it didn’t taste the best but it got the job done). “Macaque? I hope you know that I truly love you no matter what you look like and those scars are proof of how strong you are. Not to mention you’re beyond beautiful ears and every small reaction they give, especially when something blushes against them.” To give an example you trailed your hand down the lowest pair of ears and softly chuckled when they twitched and fluttered at the attention.

You saw how your lover went to hide his flustered expression and intertwined his moving hand with yours, bringing them up to your cheek and kissing the back of it. “Moonlight? Can you look at me? I know you’re sick but this is very important before I give you your medicine cause you’ll get very sleepy.” He looked at you and your heart nearly fell at the tears pooling on his lids, the lip being held between his teeth and occasional trembles due to being cold. “Never ever will I judge you for how you look. You’re so gorgeous I fall in love again every time I look at you and the best part is you’re mine. All mine and no one else's.” You pressed a kiss to his nose and rubbed his cheek, wiping away the tears he finally allowed to fall.

The steaming tea was discarded on a nearby table as you moved on the bed and positioned yourself so Macaque laid on your lap facing your stomach and wrapping his arms around you. “I love you, Name.” He whispered and moved carefully so you could help him drink the tea, cooing at him to slow down and take his time. You stifled a laugh when he finished and stuck his tongue out in disgust. “I need to work on the taste portion of my medicinal practices when I get better.” Smiling at his attitude which already seemed to be better and tracing the scar going over his right eye, planning to tell him later that the scars and most of the features he hides are actually what fluster you more than his teases.

#lmk macaque #lmk x reader #lmk macaque x reader #six eared macaque x reader #six eared macaque

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mamawasatesttube · 4 months

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"Your hands are freezing." or "I brought you something." ?

The lights in Tim's apartment are on.

Given that Tim himself is standing on a rooftop across the way, and he's pretty sure he turned everything off before he left for patrol, that's a little odd. Normally, he'd suspect it's just Cass inviting herself over for a post-patrol sabbatical in his shower, but it can't be her because she didn't patrol tonight; she and Dick took tonight off to go across the bay to see the Metropolis ballet do the Firebird or whatever it's called.

It's three in the morning. Tim glares at the innocent, brightly-outlined curtains. Who's in his apartment? He's cold and tired, and he wants to go to bed.

Ugh.

There's nothing for it, though, and none of his alarms have been tripped, so it's probably fine. (Unless it's like, a capital-S Situation instead, but he would really rather it not be. He's sleepy, and it's bitterly cold out here.) So he huffs again, then fires his grapple line.

The scent of fresh-baked cookies greets him the moment he slips inside, and he balks beside the window, blinking. Aw, beans, now he's hungry, too—

"Finally! There you are!" Kon appears in a rush of color, grabbing Tim's shoulders with a bright grin. "I've been waiting for ages. You took forever! I got bored enough to make cookies, and they're getting cold!"

Forget the cookies. Tim tackles him.

Kon sweeps him off his feet and twirls him around, laughing. His arms fold around Tim's waist snugly, and Tim beams as he tucks his face into the warm skin of Kon's neck, exhaustion forgotten. Kon's been off in space with Kara for three weeks, and Tim missed him so much it ached.

"Your nose is cold," Kon complains. Tim pushes his nose further against his neck in response, and Kon huffs. "Hey."

Tim lifts his head to look up at him fondly. Kon bumps their foreheads together, then reaches up with a gentle hand to peel Tim's mask away. Tim wrinkles his nose—Kon's TTK working between his skin and the sealant always makes him want to sneeze.

"Took you long enough to come back," Tim teases, chest full of warmth. He gets to look at Kon without the lenses of his mask now. He's radiant. "Did you get lost or something?"

Kon kisses him lightly. He wants more immediately.

"No, we just accidentally started a revolution on the fourth moon of Tallon, out in the Alpha quadrant?" Kon grins ruefully, rubbing the back of his neck. Tim needs to kiss him again. "In our defense, we didn't mean to, but there was this whole thing with this guy called Kossak who miiiight have a vendetta against me, and... anywhoozies, that's beside the point. See, I brought you something!"

He sets Tim down and hurries across the room to dig through the backpack slung lazily onto Tim's favorite armchair. While he's at it, Tim strips off the outer layers of his costume—the gloves, belts, body armor, overshirt, and outer pants—and leaves them in a heap on the floor for the moment. Now clad in just an undershirt and thermal leggings, he pads over to see what Kon's got.

As he slips his arms around Kon's waist, leaning into his back, Kon hisses. Tim innocently kisses the back of his shoulder and tucks his fingers more securely under Kon's shirt, against bare skin.

"Your hands are freezing," Kon complains. "You ice gremlin."

"Yeah, it's winter and I haven't had my favorite handwarmer for weeks." Tim hooks his chin over Kon's shoulder with a hum. "What'd you get me?"

Kon grins. He twists about in Tim's arms to present him with a glowing box about the size of a Rubik's cube. Its faces are translucent; the light comes from somewhere within. It's not blindingly bright, but Tim's attention is drawn to the socket-looking port in one of the sides.

"It's a power pod for Kossak's spaceship," Kon explains, beaming. "I don't think it's got enough oomph on its own for space travel—Kossak's ship had ten of 'em, but Kara kiiinda exploded the other nine?—but I thought you might have fun building something out of it anyways!"

Oh, that's fucking rad. Tim lights up just like the little box. It's heavier than it looks; he turns it over in his hands appreciatively. He's not sure what exactly its power output looks like, but that'll be fun to play with. He can take it over to the Cave tomorrow; that way, if anything explodes, it's Bruce's problem and not his.

"You're the best." He carefully sets the cube on the coffee table and tucks himself back into Kon's chest. Kon hugs him again, squeezing him tight enough to lift his feet off the ground, and Tim hums. "...I missed you."

"Missed you too, sunshine," Kon says, and presses his lips to Tim's temple. "I'm glad to be back."

"Yeah." Tim smiles, content. "I'm glad, too."

#rimi writes #crimzoncrow #its a lil cheesy and a lil simple but hey! thats what a warmup is all about right???#anyway kon and kara shenanigans i Need her to explode kossak the slaver's ship #timkon #tim #kon #long post

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aerkame · 1 year

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Adding another fandom to writings

I am considering on adding Welcome Home to my list of fandoms that I will write for (Currently Transformers & Trollhunters right now). I'm just more concerned about the asks I might get. BUT, I have writing rules so there's that. I do have my own headcanons on Welcome Home based on theories I have on it, it's more horror centered though since Welcome Home comes off as 4th wall breaking obsessive behavior towards the reader or whoever visits the website.

So, for now, I will write these as an x reader on Welcome Home based on what I think might be happening. If or when I do decide to write for it, they will be based on these headcanons as somewhat of a guideline. (Mainly because there is not enough information on Welcome Home yet).

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Welcome Home did start out as a children's show of course, that's how all puppet shows are. But something went wrong, leading to the cancellation of the show, recalling toys and merchandise of the characters. Not a single puppet toy could get out to the public. Not one. With nothing left from the show anymore it would be forgotten as the years went by...until someone(s) came upon a handsome little puppet. There is something off about Wally, his friends can feel it, but Wally is their best friend, he wouldn't mean any harm, he's here to help them and have the best of times! Right? Sometimes the others will notice Home acting different...and Wally has been staring quite a lot recently, often whispering back and forth with Home, listening to the squeaks and creaks as doors and shutters swung back and forth. Everything was perfect here, everyone was happy, everyone was friends. The best of friends. Best friends. One day, Eddie Dear was given a veerrry special letter to deliver. The address was set as Wally's Home. Wally looked so happy then when he opened the letter and read it, but he wouldn't say what it was, only that he would be away for a little while!

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All of the dust made it feel like you were going to sneeze your lungs out, but you stuck around to see what this antique store might have. There wasn't much that stood out until something colorful had caught your eye. It was a cute yellow puppet with a hairdo that reminded you of Elvis and clothes that even Mr.Rogers would envy. You gently picked up the colorful puppet and brought to the front of the shop to buy. A small twinkle of a light shone in the once dead eyes of the toy, what wonders does this little guy have in store you wonder. Wally is your best friend. Won't you come visit him?

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This is just to get me started on a feel of what I want to do/how I want to write for the reader inserts/x readers for Welcome Home. In case you didn't catch on, I personally think Wally wants the reader to join him and the others in their own world whether they like it or not. A reason I might make the first fanfiction more horror. No gore or anything, but more psychological horror like obsessive behavior and kidnapping (Magical world kidnapping? Does it count as kidnapping if you're forced into a whole other world full of cartoonish characters?)

#Welcome home #wally x reader #wally darling x reader #wally darling #headcanons #fanon #fan theory #x reader #my writing

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nezumeanie · 1 year

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♡⃣ v a l k y r i e ’ s simple affection is shown by…𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ ִ ۫ ˑ 𖥻 ִ ۫ ּ

….basking in your presence. mika is content anywhere as long as you’re the person beside him. running errands with you goes beyond being a favorite pastime of his, it’s a genuine honor of his to be allowed to spend the most mundane hours of life with you. holding your grocery bags while talking about the colors in the advertisements you’ve seen in store windows, making up names and stories for puppies seen tied to cafe tables outside, predicting the weather, discussing how intelligent humans are for inventing things for even the smallest of inconveniences—in the silence between topics mika thanks that god over and over again that someone could love a half broken product like him. he feels truly blessed by you, especially if you find the right time to rub his head or scratch under his chin. in the small times you spend together, he blushes so much around you that you begin to believe he really is just a cherry cheeked kind of boy

….pinching your cheek and clicking his teeth. only you can hear the care in shu’s nagging, the softness in his correction. only he can see the hair on your head that’s out of place, the tag sticking out of your shirt. brushing a hair out of your face while your hands are full, fastening your necklace for you after you’ve fumbled with the latch for a minutes or so, retying your shoes for you mumbling about how childish you truly are—shu can’t admit it but he really does enjoy just taking care of you. you’re a precious artifact to him, something that needs delicate hands and a proper home. taking note of the colors you wear often, the times of year you sneeze the most, the kind of drinks that you cringe at, whether or not you enjoy the guitar and if he should find ways to incorporate into his work..even in his own little world, there remains a spot for you. somehow you’re approval has also become vital to his projects, knowing you believe in his genius gives his a sense of pride like he’s never felt when he’s done this alone. after so many years of safe and cold porcelain skin, shu never realized how strong his craving was to feel something so warm and inviting until now

#hello……..not me having issues writing itsuki again 🥴 hi #but i said before itsuki’s affection is all corrective….well thts all i can find it in me to say rn #kagehira is both catlike & golden retriever-like in a way i can’t put into the right words #like ‘eager to please’ but ‘throughly enjoys parallel play’ hahah #idk i think he’s sweet is all #i think he’s a little stingy w money though i think he would turn bright red and ask to split the check hahhaha #but itsuki would pay even if he didn’t have the money bc he’s delusional (doesn’t know how money works) (or doesn’t care abt how money works #very very removed from reality….ah okay no more talking abt itsuki 😵‍💫#idk i don’t have anything else to say #things written #ensemble stars #enstars fanfic #valkyrie enstars #enstars fluff #mika kagehira #mika kagehira x reader #shu itsuki x reader #valkyrie x reader #shu itsuki #valkyrie ensemble stars #enstars #itsuki shu #kagehira mika #enstars headcanons #mika kagehira fluff #shu itsuki fluff #mika kagehira headcanon

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k-nayee · 5 months

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CHAPTER 1.THE BEGINNING

❝Your laughter vines through my hair, roots growing into my heart.❞

Vespertilio M.List

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AGE: 7

Happily playing in the sandbox, laughter and shouts of your classmates filled the air as you basked under the sun's warmth.

Its rays shone down, the sunlight making the flower bulbs glow like tiny stars within your hair (sadly, the only time you truly appreciated them).

Recess was always the highlight of your day, a chance to break free from the confines of the classroom.

"Okay, class! Recess is over, time to let the next class have fun!" Miss Teiko's voice cuts through the buzz, calling everyone back inside.

But as always, it ended too soon.

Reluctantly, you trudged back towards the school building, your gaze drifting across the yard as if to forever remember the fun you just had.

And that's when you see them: Midoriya and Bakugo, heading out for their own period of recess.

Ever since your visit to their class a couple of weeks ago, you've began noticing the two more often when passing in the halls or transitioning to recess – like now for example.

You perk up when the greenette catches your eye, quick to throw a wave and bright smile which he (albeit shyly) returns with his own.

Once back in the classroom, you settle into your seat with a hum of content; the familiar structure of desks and colorful drawings on the wall surrounding you in comfort.

That's when it happened – you felt it first, a tiny tickle, deep inside your nose. Your face scrunch up, eyes squeezing shut in attempts of stifling it, but the sensation grew stronger.

With an almost explosive force, you release a thunderous sneeze.

"ACHOO!!"

The unexpected sound echo throughout the classroom, startling everyone. You blink, eyes opening to view of frozen and surprised faces.

Embarrassed, you feel bad about causing such a loud disruption and bashfully apologize. "S-sorry..."

"No need to apologize." Miss Teiko is the first to break the silence, a reassured grin on her face. "However, that's not why the class is silent."

"W-what?" Growing more confused, realizing their gazes were focused above your head made you immediately think the worst.

Shakily, you reach up, feeling delicate petals where there should have been hair and hard small bulbs. 'Wait...'

You look up at Miss Teiko in disbelief. Her widening grin and giddy nod only eggs you on, making you scramble from your tiny chair in a rush.

The whispers and clambering of your trailing classmates were ignored as you scurried to the Affirmation Station; a mirror decorated with positive messages, whimsical clouds, and fluttering butterflies.

Once in front of the mirror, the image of your reflection made you see what made the others speechless:

In your hair, various cherry blossoms adorned it, creating a stunning floral crown. The petals, a blend of soft whites and delicate pinks, contrasted beautifully against your hair.

Each petal to its flower was perfectly shaped, nestled within your curls as if they had just freshly fallen from a cherry tree.

The room burst into a cacophony of awe and excitement as your classmates crowded around you, their earlier shock turning into fascination.

"Wow!" One of them exclaimed, their eyes wide.

"Did you see that?!"

"She just sneezed and bam! Flowers!"

You stood there, a bit dazed. The center of attention due to a simple human moment, the best part of your quirk happened....because of a sneeze??

"You even smell nice!"

"Oh!" Another added, leaning in to catch the sweet fragrance. "It's like... cherries!"

As they drew nearer, they began to realize the sweet scent wasn't just lingering around in the air — it was emanating from you, every part of you.

Denji, the self-proclaimed fearless clown of your class, boldly picks up your hands and takes a deep whiff.

Startled, you snatch it back with a disturbed look of disgust. But the hard look of determination and assuredness on the scruffy blonde's face was more than enough to make you falter as he pointed an accusing finger with a sharp toothy grin.

"Yup! It's coming from her alright!" His brownish yellow eyes gleamed in excitement, making the bags underneath more prominent as he continued to stare at you in wonder. "Even the sweat in her palms smell like a cherry tree!"

Miss Teiko, intrigued, steps closer and takes a gentle sniff herself. "Remarkable," she murmurs, "Your quirk has adapted quite uniquely."

You couldn't help but smile, a mix of pride and amusement heating your face.

Others began to lean in close and breathe in deeply, their faces lighting up with delight and fascination.

"How lucky!"

"I wish I smelled like that!"

"Man! Bet she never has to take a bath again..."

Amidst the flurry of excitement, a girl timidly approaches your side. "Can I touch one?" she asked, pointing to a blossom.

"Sure," you reply with a soft smile.

As she gently brushed a petal, her eyes lit up. "So pretty," she whispered, releasing a dreamy like sigh.

Her genuine admiration was so infectious a surge of generosity welled up inside. The joy and wonder your quirk had brought to the class were palpable, you wanted to share it even more.

"Would...would you like one?" you offered, voice tinged with uncertainty. She pauses for a moment before her eyes grow wide at your words.

"Y-yes please! If you don't mind!"

As the girl's hopeful eyes met yours, you carefully wrap your fingers around the base of one of the cherry blossoms and gently pluck it off.

A sudden, sharp sting shot through you, startling in its intensity..

Not fully knowing what to expect,

Your brow slightly furrow at the pain, the feeling was similar to yanking a strand of hair directly from the scalp.

The moment the flower left its place in your curls, you felt a twinge of loss. It was as if a small part of you had been given away, a piece of your soul shared in physical form.

You concealed the discomfort with a smile, masking the pain with the grace of the blossoms themselves.

Though a part of you hated the feeling, seeing they way she held the flower so delicately between her fingers made it bearable.

Her joy was evident, made your other classmates want one. And so, one by one, they came forward, each asking for a flower of their own.

And with each flower you gave away, you felt a mix of happiness and a twinge of discomfort. But seeing the giddy and hopeful faces of your classmates was all worth it.

With every wince you covered with a smile; and soon the air was filled with the sweet scent of cherry blossoms and the sounds of delighted chatter.

Finally, it was Miss Teiko's turn. Despite her initial decline, you hand her a flower, preening at the sight of her face lighting up with a laugh. "Class! Let's all thank Akashiya for the gift before we go back to our seats!"

"THANK YOU ____!" Not expecting them to use your first name (since you thought they really didn't like you as much) your face grows hot, smile pulled to it widest capacity as the screams and whoops and cheers of thanks are thrown your way. Some even go as far as giving bows and jumps of celebration.

Your lips tremble from joy before you give them a bow as well. "Y...you're welcome! Happy to please!"

Feeling a hand pat your back, you look up and meet Miss Teiko adorning a warm smile. "Thank you," she said softly, her eyes reflecting the same happiness you'd seen in your classmates.

"Now back to our seats!" Turning back to the class, she begins to round them up causing giggles and squeals to erupt. "Shoo! Shoo!!"

Taking one last glance at the mirror, you pause upon seeing and realizing only one flower remained.

A pang of sadness hit you. Your knew how much your mom had been looking forward to seeing the full bloom of your bulbs.

You also knew how her bright smile turning into a soft, understanding one when she learn you shared your flowers with others. Especially being a soft-hearted person herself.

Making your way to your seat, you decide to save the last one for your mom. She always shared in your excitement of anything about your quirk, so you knew she would cherish this small gift.

You twirl the flower in your hair gently as you firmly nod in acceptance. 'Yeah. Mom will get this o-'

Playful shouts and laughter from outside breaks your thoughts, turning your attention towards the window. And that's when you a spot a green head of hair all by himself on the playground.

Midoriya.

He was huddled in a corner, scribbling in his notebook, occasionally sending longing glances towards where the rest of his classmates were – most notably where Bakugo, the ever-proud and loud leader, was.

Seeing the person who defended and showed you kindness, so alone, made your heart sad. Without a second thought, you knew what you had to do.

"Miss Teiko," You raise your hand with a stern face of resolve, "May I use the restroom, please?"

"Of course, please be quick," she nods with a soft smile.

Once granted permission, you leave the room and stealthily make your way to Izuku's classroom. It was empty, the door open just wide enough to sneak inside.

You knew exactly where his cubby was. Your heart raced as you approached it, the distant sounds of his classmates playing outside, their joyous noise a stark contrast to the greenette's isolation.

"For being a good friend...Izuku." You whisper to yourself, plucking the last flower from your head with a wince before gently placing it inside his cubby.

Heading back to your own classroom, you imaging his surprise when seeing the gift causing a smile tugging at the corners of your lips with a giggle.

You couldn't wait to tell your parents about the what happened today!

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The day has not been well to Midoriya Izuku.

And now, in the quiet of the almost-empty classroom, he felt the weight of it all. The taunts and jeers from Bakugo and his new followers had been particularly harsh, leaving Izuku feeling deflated and alone.

As his classmates poured out the room with laughter and chatter; Izuku slowly gathered his books and bag with a heavy mind.

Reaching his cubby, the freckled boy freezes when his gaze fall upon something in his cubby.

There, sitting next to his giant crayon pack, lay a single, delicate cherry blossom flower. Its soft pink petals stood out vividly against the drab backdrop of his school supplies.

Izuku's heart skipped a beat.

He looked around, half-expecting to find someone watching or even there to claim a misplaced item, but the classroom was deserted.

With a mix of curiosity and caution, Izuku gently picks up the flower. It felt almost surreal in his hands, a fragile piece of beauty in stark contrast to the harshness of his day. 'Could this really be for me?'

Wanting answers (and still doubting himself), he approaches Miss Shoko as she finishes tidying up at her desk. "Excuse me...do you know who left this?"

Studying the flower for a moment, the woman draws a blank. Mirroring his own confusion, she gives him a simple shrug.

"I'm not sure, Midoriya" Miss Shoko replies with a kind smile. "Perhaps it's from a secret admirer? It's quite a beautiful flower."

'A secret admirer?' Her words send a wave of warmth through Izuku, tinting his cheeks a soft shade of pink.

Clutching the flower a little tighter, he gives her a stuttered thanks and steps out of the classroom.

As he walked through the school grounds, his usual furrowed brow was replaced by a small, contented smile. The unexpected and beautiful appearance of this flower had erased all the bad he felt today.

Dare say was all worth i-

"MY BABY!" The sudden, distressed wail of a woman cuts through the boy's monologue. Turning his head, Izuku spots a family of three – a woman on her knees, holding a young girl by the shoulders as a man calmly stood there with a stoic face.

The woman was almost theatrically shaking the girl, her voice loud and filled with concern. "WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR BEAUTIFUL PRUNUS AVIUM?! WAS IT BULLIES? DID THEY PICK THEM OFF?"

He looks as she softly replied to her mother. Though her words are lost to his ears, her demeanor seemed calm, almost reassuring.

Her mother, however, was just as dramatic as before; enveloping the girl in an exaggerated, teary hug as the father patted the sobbing woman's back with a resigned expression.

As if she felt him watching, the girl glanced over her mother's shoulder, her eyes meeting Izuku's. Her gaze moves to his hands before a bright fanged grin grows on her face, giving him a frantic wave.

Izuku felt a jolt of happiness at the sight, and happily waved back, just as his own mother appeared calling out to him. "Izuku, time to go home!"

The freckled mother patiently waits at the gate as he runs to her with a smile. First thing he does is show her the flower that's still secure in his grasp.

"Ooh! So pretty." The green haired woman leans closer and takes a sniff of the plant. "And it smells wonderful too! Who'd ya get it from?"

He groans at the question. "I don't know. I found it in my cubby. It wasn't there before recess, I know that for sure because I always get my superhero notebook from my backpack during recess! A-and Miss Shoko says it could be a s-" Izuku freezes, face growing aflame at even uttering the phrase.

But his mother connects the dots.

"You mean a," Warm and coy smile pulling at her lips, she begins to playfully tug at his cheeks. "Se-cret ad-mir-eeeeeer~"

"Mooooom!" The greenette whines at her teasing until she finally releases him with a giggle.

"No longer talking about that please. Especially if its not true. Probably was supposed to be in someone's else's cubby...like Kacchan" he huffs, rubbing his face as if it would lessen the redness already there.

The older woman could only give him a tsk and light tap on the head. "I'm sure whoever placed it there knew exactly where they were putting it."

"Yeah, if you say so..." Izuku halfheartedly shrugs, glancing at the ground in self-pity.

"I say so and mean it! Now did anything else happen after this little moment?"

Handing her the flower, he leans down and reties his shoes once noticing lacing coming undone. "Umm. Oh yeah! Right before you called me over a girl waved at me!"

"Oh! Maybe she's your secret admirer! Do you know her?"

"Mom," Izuku rolls his eyes, finishing the knot before doing his other shoe (always comes undone a few minutes later, might as well do it now). "Just because someone waves at me doesn't mean they're my admirer!"

"Okay okay, fair enough."

"Anyways, she had this fanged smile-"

"Oh! Oh! She's that girl who stayed in your class for the day right? Aka-a...ak-"

"Akashiya ____. And no, that wasn't her."

"....um, yes it was?"

Izuku pops up and stares at his mom in all seriousness. "How? She doesn't have the flower bulbs ____ had today. I seen her with my own eyes right before re-"

"Recess? And didn't you say that flower wasn't there before recess either? Hmm...makes ya think."

He freeze, all the dots connecting slowly in his mind. His mother could only watch with a shake of her head.

'Fruit cherry tree bulbs...typically bloom in early April...same time our school year began...bulb before recess = no flower before recess...no bulb after recess = flower after recess...that means-'

Izuku releases a body shaking gasp and turns back toward where he last seen you with a cry of shock. Alas, you were long gone with your family.

He whips his head to his mom. Constantly shifting between looking at the flower in her hands and where you last were.

Covering his mouth, a crimson wave washed over his body as the cackles of his mom echos in the back of his mind.

That was...you! YOU GAVE HIM THE FLOWER????

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throwaway-yandere · 1 year

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The Boar Prince/ss (Tighnari/Reader)

A/n: Tis I, your secret raccoon @riabef offering you a humble present for this day 🦝 🎁!!! It is probably wet cuz my trash animal brain tried to wash it by the creek but eh, hope ya like it!!! I can't say I celebrate Xmas, but happy holidays, belated happy birthday and best wishes for the new year!!! <333 - with love, ansytea

CW: none!!! Pls trust me– they're just sassy children being sassy children. Just wholesome fluff-crack vibes with added soulmate elements (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

Unreliable Synopsis: Seven-year-old Tighnari meets his soulmate in the forest on the eve of Celestia's Day. Hilarity ensues.

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Tighnari was FREEZING!

He was just a kid! Why was HE the one tasked with picking up branches for the fireplace?! That's not fair at all! Just because he had maintained his ears and tail better than the rest of his family doesn't mean he's best suited for this job. Sure, it doesn't snow much in Sumeru, but he's not the most resilient fox compared to his relatives! Tighnari's too young for this. The place is positively humid and there is little to no room for his whining unless he would devolve into a fit of sneezes.

With "Grrr"s turning into "Brrr"s, young Tighnari cloaks himself up with the same scarf by adding more layers to protect his neck. When he went out, Tighnari's hair was wild and unruly, constantly falling in his face as an act of immature defiance. He didn't care how much his mom preached about appearances as the kid fennec stomped to the rainforest.

The rainforest was positively duller than it was in any other season, and he can't even perceive colors. All greys and darker shades. Then again, he's just a kid so that's only natural. He's not as lucky as his mom and dad who found each other back when they were five. And yet, woe is Tighnari for being seven years old and unable to tell plantains and bananas apart.

Grey… grey… grey… everything was dreadfully grey. Why can’t it snow here now like it did in Liyue? That’s not fair. He wanted to see something lighter and more cheerful than this cold sight.

Tighnari trudged through the place with his tiny legs, hoping to pick up what he needed and head home fast. He whined and his shoulders sagged. In the common egocentric view of children his age, he complained loudly as he picked up a branch as if he was Atlas and it was the Earth. Tighnari rebelliously waved the stick at the sky for a bit when he did pick it up.

Now would be a good time for him to gain a vision, Celestia! It’s Celestia’s Day Eve! Do you hear his thoughts?! A pyro vision would be great, thank you very much!!!

When Tighnari noticed four mushroom boars cuddling up to one another, he came to a complete halt. The cold must be hard on them too, huh? They stand out against the less vivid background because of their lighter fur. Tighnari might be able to bring some home.

He instinctively reached for his bow but stopped midway.

Hold on– Dad didn't send him out here to hunt! He's supposed to bring back lumber like a grown-up!

Tighnari pouted.

Ngh… but hunting's much more fun, though!–

Hold on.

His eyes widened. His ears jolted upwards as Tighnari revolved his feet on an axis. He turned his heels around in an alert stance. There was no danger around him– there were no ruin guards, no eremites, no fungi– but his surroundings drastically changed. Tighnari kept shooting glances at the new world– the real world around him.

… What is that...?

“What color is that?!”

His hold on the branch tightened, squinting at the small leaf that grew on its side.

Green… green! This has to be green!

He grabbed his tail. Green– dark green? This is green! Are all of these leaves green?

Tighnari grinned widely.

His young and simple mind had decided that he liked the color green.

… Green… Yellow-green…

Those were the first colors he saw, but they didn’t come from the trees and the sprouted leaves surrounding him. What do other colors look like? As he was about to hastily scout the area for Sumeru roses, a dire thought occurred to him.

... Why did he start to see colors?

His heart dropped as he looked at the herd again.

… Green… Yellow-green boars…

Oh… oh no… to think he was just planning to kill them earlier...

Is his soulmate… a BOAR?!

His knees buckled down to the ground, the dewed tall grass scraping it slightly. No, it can't be. Tighnari laughed humorlessly. His parents take great pleasure in their son's innate intelligence and curiosity. It's only natural that he likes reading books– he leafed through some encyclopedias so there’s no way for Tighnari to miss that boars…

… have a life expectancy of 10 to 14 years.

"Ngh...!" Tighnari nearly teared up.

How… how can he fall in love with a boar, especially when they'll die before him? H-how can he kiss a boar? Is that even okay? Won’t his friends make fun of him?! Then again, if it's love, then there shouldn't be anything wrong with it, right?

But the rainforest… it’s greatly affected by the withering…By the time Tighnari graduates, he may not even see his soulmate frolicking in the grass anymore...

… That’s it.

The child clenched his fists. Tighnari’s knuckles grew pale– he had never felt this much resolve in his childhood years. It doesn't matter how long his soulmate lives, as long as he can help extend what little time they have, he'll make the most of it. Tighnari wasn’t going to let them die young, nu-uh! Especially not after he saw how beautiful the world is in full color.

He made up his mind. Starting today, he’s going to be a forest ranger to save his soulmate’s natural habitat!

"I-I…!" Tighnari puffed his cheeks out. The child didn’t care if he looked stupid, especially when his only audience was the silence of the rainforest. "I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE UGLY! I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE A BOAR!"

He shut his eyes tight, mustering the courage to accept his (hilarious) fate. If he had them open, Tighnari would’ve noticed two (h/c) protruding fox ears at the center of the bewildered herd.

"I’M GONNA LOVE YOU!!! I'M GONNA BE FOREST RANGER AND I'M GONNA PROTECT YOUR HOME!!! PLEASE STAY STRONG AND DON'T DIE YET!!!"

“W-Why are you screaming?!”

An unexpected voice called out. Tighnari froze, opening his eyes.

A fox, you, suddenly appeared in the sea of yellow-green fur. Your face was coated in dirt, and your wool jacket was littered with hair that wasn't yours. You were a bit smaller in stature, probably younger than him, and you pulled your ears down to feign meekness and pain from Tighnari’s previous wailing. But most notable of all, you donned a nervous yet mischievous smile– a smile Tighnari will increasingly grow accustomed to for the entire duration of his life, and it gets better each time he sees it.

Your (e/c) eyes blinked, groggily realizing something was amiss.

“O-Oh, woaaahh, COLORS!!!” You gawked in awe, mimicking the same movements Tighnari did when he gained the ability to see in full colors. “Hey, are you my soulmate?!– Achoo!!!”

Wait, is his soulmate one of the boars or…?

He shyly combed his hair down, now hyper-aware of how embarrassingly messy it was. Tighnari should've listened to his mom earlier. He didn't know he was meeting his soulmate today!

“I… I’m not sure…” Tighnari blinked, visibly perplexed. He glanced at the boars, troubled. A person was cuddling between those stinky animals? How could a fox's nose even handle that? He could barely keep his jaw from hitting the floor.

“Whack!” You blew a raspberry, your small fennec ears drawing back down. “W-Who else would it be other than ME? The boars???”

He grumbled. 'Well, excuse me, prince/ss', that was exactly what Tighnari thought earlier since you were hiding under their fur like an egg waiting to hatch.

“Never mind that! How about you? What are you doing here alone? Where are your parents– and why are you snuggling with them?!”

“C-Cuz it’s cold, alright?!” You sneezed again. Your voice echoed, cute and high-pitched. “M-My parents are adventurers and I wanted to follow them cuz they’re leaving me alone on Celestia Day b-but–”

You sneezed for the umpteenth time.

“B-But I don’t know where they went... I just wanted for us to drink hot cocoa b-but..." You sniffled.

"S-so I’m hanging out with my REAL family now! They’re nicer and they gave me mushrooms. HMPH!!!”

You proudly put your hands on your hips as your fluffy ears pricked up. You mimicked a "dignified" posture you observed in exaggerated storybooks, pointing your chin upward.

Tighnari clicked his tongue. “Whatever, Boar Prince/ss. Get out of there before they ram their noses to your butt!!”

His weak threat only made his fellow fennec grouchier. “H-Hey! My name is (Y/n) and I’m five years old, th-thank you very much!”

(Y/n)... That’s a really pretty name… He wouldn’t mind saying it often.

“Whatever, I’m still gonna call you Boar Prince/ss. My name’s Tighnari. I’m seven so I’m two years older than you.”

“T-Tighnari, Tighnari. Heh. S-Sounds cool. What’s your last n-name?”

“Huh?”

“O-Obviously I don’t wanna keep my papa’s last name after they abandoned me, so I’M taking your last name, soulmate.”

“Gah– D-Don’t say things like that, you big lummox!!!” Tighnari huffed, his angry breath visible in the cold air. “And they probably didn’t abandon you, you’re just stubborn and you didn't listen to them like a bad kid.”

You purposefully ignored his last remark. “Why not? Aren’t we going to get married someday?”

Tighnari paused, his face heating up. Technically, you're right, but he didn’t want to admit that.

He reached his hand out to help you get out of the boars’ place. “S-Shut up! Before you freeze, why don’t you come over to my house? My parents can make some pretty good hot cocoa.”

Your eyes beamed at the suggestion. “Drinking hot cocoa? Hmm... But I wanna do that with my cousins though.”

Tighnari's eye twitched. So much for "soulmates".

“HMPH! If you don’t wanna drink cocoa at my place then be one with the forest!”

“W-Wait up!”

Tighnari walked faster, a few paces ahead of them. You profusely apologized to your "new family" as you swerved out of the herd. Unfortunately for him, despite nearly shivering to death, you're a faster runner than Tighnari. Your hand seized his tail, and he felt his face and ears warm up. You could have yanked him playfully, but you chose to look at him and catch a glimpse of yourself in his eyes.

You decided at that moment that you like the color green, too.

“Hehe, your tail’s prettier than mine.”

He felt his heart race again.

“W-Wa…” Warm...

“Wah?”

Tighnari trembled in jittery frustration.

“W-Watch your step, our place is near s-so it shouldn't be long until we see mom and dad. And grab my hand instead, won't you!” Tighnari huffed. His place WAS near, but that doesn't mean he won't complain about being ordered to pick up wood earlier.

You did what was instructed, and Tighnari suddenly recalled that you referred to him as your soulmate numerous times. He looked down and noticed how much your hands fit perfectly with his.

A perfect fit... A perfect match...

"Hey, soulmate?"

He answered reluctantly. "...Yeah?"

"I like how warm your hands are too..."

"Ngh!"

Tighnari's hand is sweating and his heart can't take it. It's physically impossible for him to fire a sassy retort to that. He closed his eyes again, overwhelmed.

Slightly, he wished that he couldn't see colors so that he wouldn't notice how cute his soulmate is with that "pink" blush dusting their face.

—----

“Oomph– y-you surprised me, love.”

Neither of you can believe it’s been 14 years since you both found each other– and this would be your 12th year spending Celestia's Day together.

Tighnari, now visibly older but just as energetic as he was before, captured your waist from the back. He put his head on your neck, humming contentedly as he basked in your presence.

"Sorry, I just missed you…"

You smiled and ruffled his hair slightly. "I missed you, too…"

That's right, 12th year. You're finally home after a two-year-long expedition in the Chasm with Miss Yelan. Suppose being a bit adventurous does run in your blood. However, you weren't too late to not witness the nation of Sumeru change because of the traveler's influence. Since your return, Tighnari frequented your house more often– leaving the rangers with more work. Not that they mind, they’d rather pitch in than see their forest watcher mopey and depressed. Besides, you might've missed the Sabzerus festival, but you won't leave your fiance at his lonesome again for Celestia's Day.

It’s impossible for him to keep under wraps just how much he adores you. Tighnari sighed dreamily, his expression softened as he looked at you. His fingertips shyly brushed against yours until he intertwined your hands. Although you were slightly tense, you relaxed into the hug and squeezed him back.

He whispered in your ear, his soothing tone complimenting the crackling of the fireplace. "I'm not letting you go… Ever…"

"I know."

"You know what? I'm locking the doors."

"Then what's the point of inviting the others to spend Celestia's Day if you did that, hmm? Do you want poor Collei to be alone on the holidays?"

His nose scrunched. The kid was sleeping soundly upstairs after she got tired of waiting for the traveler and Cyno. Tighnari's never going to abandon her, she can't be alone when she got the best parental figures with her. Better than those boars, at least.

"Collei can stay in, she’s like your daughter at this point. The others can perish."

"OUR daughter. Plus, last time I checked, it was your idea to invite them."

His hug tightened, "I made a grave mistake. I don't want to hear Cyno's jokes under the pine tree."

By no means a novice to his snark, you chuckled softly. As time flew by, your old playful happy-go-lucky nature refined to be more serious, but never dull. You've both matured into fine adults. However, you're behaving rather timidly compared to your usual banter, which only pushed him to act skittish.

Tighnari pouted intentionally cute. “Honey... you know there’s no one else in the world more gorgeous than you, right?”

You tell each other everything, and this is often his best conversation starter for it. “What is it this time, love?”

“Hypothetically speaking, what if I told you I accidentally gave the others the wrong map?”

“...The wrong what?”

“The wrong map to your house.” His voice was muffled this time as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. You’re used to the sensation of him hiding his meek expressions behind you. “What if I told you I mailed them Collei’s drawing?”

You put your hand on your chin profoundly, your ears drooping down. You're something of a schemer yourself, so it's in your nature to doubt his claim. “Ah yes, because I’ll definitely believe you did that accidentally after you just said you don’t want them to come over.”

“Yes– cause this time I’m not lying.”

“Sure, you rotten fox…” You grumbled. “I can’t believe you’re exposing to everyone that I’m the Boar Prince/ss. It was supposed to be a secret!”

Tighnari laughed, his joy so contagious that your pretend dismay collapsed in an instant. The both of you stood by the fireplace for a while, your ears listening to the sound of your soulmate’s breathing.

It's the warm and comfortable moments of silence like this that can wash two years of loneliness away.

Life has kept you both so busy that the beginnings of your somewhat haphazard love story have been buried behind numerous tasks and research papers. Nevertheless, regardless of the conflicts you two had experienced, it all comes down to one tale. It is a wonderful serendipity that both perspectives coalesced into a single, cohesive narrative of a child who believed a boar was his soulmate and another who was unexpectedly adopted by the herd while looking for their parents.

Tighnari traced the engagement ring in your hand. His eyes were intensely green yet soft whenever he gazes at you.

Green’s such a beautiful color, especially when it paints his features. You'll never grow tired of observing his face.

“(Y/n)... I'm so glad that you're alive, unlike a boar's lifespa–”

As if to ruin a magical moment in a Fontaine rom-com film, the door busted open, revealing a particularly unamused scribe with a mercenary, a dancer, a general, a gliding champion, and a traveler trailing behind him like lost puppies. You flinched at the sound while Tighnari put a distance between you and the “intruders”. He only relaxed when he saw Cyno lazily raise his hand.

“Motherfu– See? I knew I shouldn’t have trusted you, Dehya.”

“Relax, Haitham, what matters is we’re here now.”

“We would’ve gotten here earlier if SOMEONE didn’t trust a crayon map.”

“I’m sure Tighnari didn’t mean to send us that one.”

“Stop defending him, Cyno, you’re not his damn lawyer.”

While carrying a sizable sweet madame, Lumine shrugged at the very back and looked directly at you and Tighnari. Paimon drifted next to her while sluggishly drooling.

"Happy Celestia day!"

Despite being worn out, the traveler tried her best to ignore the miserable arguments being had by everyone with a large smile.

You snorted behind your hand as Alhaitham brushed off the snow in his cloak by the carpet. You found it funny that none of them, except the scribe, ventured to doubt the quite literally sketchy map. It's impressive that they managed to read Collei's handwriting.

Deciding not to point that out, you helped them get inside. Dehya stood behind him with a sheepishly amiable smile with Nilou directly next in the queue. Nilou giggled as Alhaitham muttered a string of curses under his breath about how he’s too feeble of a scholar for this amount of legwork. Meanwhile, the person who you assumed was "Amber", looked around for any signs of her Sumeruan friend.

Your satisfied smile never left your face as you watched your friends chat heartily. Celestia's Day with friends and family... it's just like what you asked for 14 years ago.

"I'll go and wake Collei up," Tighnari muttered before he pecked your cheek. You nodded along. It was your idea to surprise Collei with Amber after all.

"Bring out the mugs and hot cocoa too."

"On it."

Alhaitham noticed the fox was about to leave and scoffed, his face souring in an expression similar to his housemate's. Oh, he's pissed.

“You…" He pointed an accusatory finger at you. "Why did you send us to the middle of the rainforest? And why on earth is it jam-packed with boars? Is this some high-level joke I can’t comprehend?”

“That’s what I would also like to know too, actually,” Nilou mused, but by the teasing lilt of her voice, it seemed as if she already guessed the answer. “Why did you mark the boars’ habitat as (Y/n)’s home?”

You and Tighnari looked at each other in unison. Your shoulders shook as you both silently held back your laughter.

“Yeah, well, about that…”

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Ansytea: happy holidays, riabef!!! hope you liked this <33!!!

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rubylovessharks · 4 months

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Floyd Leech x gn Reader im trying to make this fluffy idk how good this is Floyd and his S/O hanging out in the rain :3(they get sick-)

not much else to sayyy sooooo- enjoy <3

READER IS NOT YUU

Classes have just ended for the day and unfortunately, you forgot your umbrella. You thought about running as fast as you can or perhaps wait the rain away untill you heard a familiar voice. "Baby! Heyyy~" a sing songy voice called out and you knew who it was. A big hand touched your shoulder and you didn't have to turn around to see his face since he put ot right Infront of yours. Teel colored hair with a black stripe, miss-matched eyes that their form looks drippy, and of course - his big toothy smile! Who else could it be other than your boyfriend, Floyd?

"Hey love." you smile at him but then you are reminded of the terrible rain outside and search to see if Floyd had an umbrella on him. "Whatcha look for? Did ya drop something?" he looks around him to see if anything was on the floor that belonged to you "no no Floyd, I'm trying to see if you had an umbrella or not. It's raining really hard outside and I don't really wanna get wet.." He's face showed you that he infact, did not have an umbrella with him, and yours immediately showed disappointment. What are you both going to do if none of you had an umbrella? Even your puzzled expression doesn't compare to the face you'll soon make once Floyd speaks his mind..

"Can't we just walk in the rain?? it'll he funn!"

The face of complete shock you had once he said that- does he want to get sick??? Last time he was complaining about how, "getting sick will be the woooorsttttt!!" now it's "let's get sick" Floyd's mood swings really are unpredictable... "so? Do you wanna or not? I have a shift soon and I know Azul's gonna kill me.." your boyfriend's voice woke you from your thoughts and your concerns and you just went along with it. Who knows, maybe walking in the rain without something to shield you from the rain will be fun! So you take his hand and hold it firmly, without saying a word you walk with Floyd outside, into the harsh rain.

"If I'm going to be sick it'll be alllll your fault Floyd! You betting take good care of me then." Even though you know Floyd won't be much help if you did get sick, especially if the both of you did, you still had to put him up with the responsibility of taking care of you. After all, wasn't being taken care of by your lovely boyfriend the best cure? Floyd just gives you a big goofy smile that tells you that for now he is ready to take that responsibility, but who knows if he'll feel like it later on.. Not to say that he won't be concerned! It's just that he might lay down with you and cuddle. But it's not that bad so the two of you will take both options!

The second you both got out you were immediately hit with a ton of water. The two of you were dripping head to toe with rain water and it made the cold weather feel worse on your skin, yet it seemed that Floyd was having the time of his life! "This feels soooo~ great!! It's like I'm back home, but the water isn't salty!" He made sure that you could hear him, after all with all the sound of the rain falling and hitting everything it was hard to make out what a person would say if they used a regular tone. "Floyd I'm r-r-" not able to finish your sentence you sneezed. "Pffft- you look like those soggy cats with a grumpy face!" He beems, even though you knew ge was probably right you still hit him, playfully. Still, Floyd knows you are cold and not really fit for this weather conditions. So he doesn't want to keep you outside for too long. Floyd takes off the jacket off of his school uniform and then snakes an arm around your waist, keeping you close so he could get the jacket to cover both of your heads. "There. Now you won't get as sick as you could've, aaand~ I'll keep you warm!" Not like this actually warms you up, the thought is indeed nice.

Aren't you glad Floyd is your significant other?

bonus:

You and Floyd were stuck to his bed in Octivile as the two of you cuddle. The both of are now sick after your fateful encounter with the awful weather yesterday, and now the two of you are keeping eachother warm and cozy as Jade prepars you both a nice soup to keep you warm.

#Floyd Leech #floyd leech x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twst fluff #floyd leech fluff

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noses-in-winter · 6 months

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Isn't She Lovely (M/F, F sneeze, 18+)

I do not often write M/F fics where the F character is sneezing unless I really, REALLY love a pairing, so! This is a fic where @ezynse 's OC Tala is sick + sneezy + in a bath and my OC Royce makes her nut and takes care of her! I have several written pieces w these two, so I may post more later....we shall See! Tala is 5'2, 23, chubby, works in a museum, dresses like Arthur the aardvark but with more subdued colors and better shoes. She's very smart, empathic and kind, and is NOT used to being treated like a princess. Royce worships her body, and for good reason. She sneezes AND orgasms in this fic! Yay! Royce is: 6'1, 26, simultaneously fat + beef, a steampunky, Victorian prince who worships a goddess whose whole thing is "you OWE your bitch an orgasm". He adores Tala and is rly bisexual in the way he takes care of her, I know you guys know what I mean. He's soft, sensitive and dramatic as hell.

As the title suggests, this IS NSFW, so pls don't read or rb if you're not an adult! Fic is 1.7k words. DO NOT REBLOG TO NON-SNEEZE BLOGS, THANK YOOOOOU _____________________________________________________

This was, most certainly, not the place that Tala wanted to have this approaching sneezing fit. To her dismay, the signs were clear in her heart and sinuses: Holding back would not be an option.

Even amid the panic of the approaching sneezes, she almost didn’t want to climax. This moment with Royce, intimate and heavy and real, was too perfect to stop. When had a guy ever cared about her getting to climax, or even feel any pleasure during the experience at all? Nobody had ever held her like this in her life. There were all those hookups, sure, but there was no holding involved in any of those instances, or even a call back. And now she had a boyfriend that would cuddle up as soon as they got into bed. Or close on the couch. Or in the jacuzzi bath in his huge apartment. That last option had seemed the most appropriate for the evening, given the cold that had plagued her for the past three days.

Her nose dripped. Tala sniffled and reached for the damp washcloth she’d used to clean up back when this had been a totally innocent bubble bath. She drew the cloth to her nose, wiping at it carefully. The texture simply irritated her quivering nostrils further.

Royce scooted closer to meet Tala’s pelvis. This only urged his thigh against her front as she rolled her hips against it. That’s what got the first little moan to shiver out of Tala. She started to lean forward, rocking against the motion as she let her cheek drop against Royce’s shoulder. After a moment of taking several shivering breaths, Tala came closer to kiss along Royce’s neck. Immediately, he took in a sharp gasp of air.

“F-Fuck…Tala…”

Oh, the way he was moaning now, too. It took a lot to get Royce to utter a curse. She had struggled to believe it at first, but it was clear that Royce really had meant it when he said pleasing her was his greatest dream, as well as the duty his goddess bestowed upon him.

She pressed her chest against his, sure that he could feel her nipples, perky with the chill of her exposed skin. He was the sort who found a woman’s breast nothing less than a gift from the heavens, so his reaction was expected and immediate. “Oh, heart, you’re cold…” he exhaled, not quite against her ear.

Tala only had to shift slightly when Royce reached behind him, retrieving a clean washcloth from the stack near the bath. He dipped the cloth into the hot water before drawing it up to Tala’s tit. He gave her areola teasing rubs through the warm washcloth. Tala’s breath snagged in pleasure as the texture of the cloth rubbed against her nipple. She let out that pleased little hum that she hadn’t yet realized was the first indication that she was nearing climax.

The moan from Royce that came a moment later synced perfectly with Tala’s. “My love…”

Tala couldn’t respond. Her breaths came in faster and faster bursts, her thighs starting to shudder around his. Fuck, she was close. “Royce,” she exhaled on a shivering breath. Okay, she needed this rhythm, needed the way he held her, rubbed her, kept her close and whispered to her---- Ohhhhhhhhh.

.....Okay. Okay…..Oooookaaaaay...

She melted into Royce’s arms, the highs of orgasm rolling through her. Tala’s hips give one--no, two more instinctive bucks as the feeling enveloped her still. Her thighs quaked around Royce’s knee. “Theeere we go, my angel…” he breathed, drawing close to kiss her cheek. “Oh, Tala. You're enough to turn a monotheistic man into a believer of all.”

Tala’s eyes were shut as she sighed comfortably. Despite the relaxing post-climax snugglefest, her nose still ran, and tickled. She sniffled, much louder than intended. The hot bath was amazing, of course, but the parts of her damp body that were exposed to cooler air immediately prickled with goosebumps. “Sorry…” she said with a little cough. “Just starting to get col--...” As if on cue, Tala trailed off with an irritated little flare of her nostrils. Still stradling Royce’s thigh, she could only hold herself close to him and turn her head away. “Hh’kkt! Kgxtch!”

“Bless you, my heart,” Royce whispered, peppering kisses into Tala’s hair. One hand reached up to cup one of Tala’s breasts. Royce gave it a ginger thumbing; Her nipples were still firm from that orgasm, and his tender touches were more than relaxing.

“Th-Thank you. I’m sorry. I-I was trying to say, umb, sdf!...Don’t…Don’t sell yourself short,” she said on a quiet exhale. Tala chuckled with a tired sigh. “You’re the one with the sturdy knee, and all.” She blushed and turned her head to kiss his cheek. He was prickly from going a day without shaving. This was a sensation that used to be a turn-off for Tala, but with Royce it was unbearably hot to her.

“Oh, my love, a sturdy man in a seat is simply there to fulfill the duties his goddess bestows upon him,” Royce said, just close enough against her ear to get Tala leaning into the whisper. “Keeping fine ladies steady as they moan…” He rubbed his thumb against Tala’s nipple. “....and squirm….”

Tala let out a shivery little breath, nestling her nose along his cheekbone in just the way he loved. On cue, Royce wiggled slightly beneath her with a little laugh. Always the saaame spot that got him. “Let me take care of you, now…” she said with a sniffle. He was absolutely hard. He had been for ages now. When Tala reached down into the water and found Royce’s firm cock, she circled the tip with her thumb. Slowly, her black eyes moved up to meet Royce’s. “Is this okay?”

Royce’s lashes fluttered shut with a trembling little breath of his own. He sniffled and straightened himself, looking at Tala with a concerned knit to his brow. “L-Let’s leave the tub, mm? Get ourselves… comfortable.”

Royce, of course, was much bigger than Tala. When he stepped out of the tub first, the water level dropped quick enough to expose Tala’s bare shoulders without pause. She sniffled and rose with his help. Royce wrapped a towel around Tala first before taking care of himself, hurrying to pat every inch dry. They both flirted as they waited, in the soft and loving way they had. Royce had made it clear early on that her chest was a godsend, so Tala was pleasantly accustomed to the way he watched it shift as she moved, and jiggled when she stopped. Especially when she…

“Iht’tTSHHih! hhH’KSHhhiue!” Ohh, two sudden sneezes. Tala was at least able to pull her towel over her nose, though that perfectly exposed her chest as it wobbled with the sudden outburst.

“Bless you, my dear. Heavens, Tala…” Royce breathed, slapping both hands over his heart. “Seeing you like this! I would love nothing more than to paint a proper portrait of you again soon. As free as you are now, how beautiful.”

Tala blushed at the memory, finishing off her drying efforts. “The portrait I sneezed through, you mean?" she said with a sniffle. “Sorry again, for messing up the painting. I-I know it was hard for me to, uh…stay still…”

“Messing up? Oh, no, no, unthinkable,” Royce said with a smile. “You, my love of loves, my goddess of goddesses, could never ‘mess up’ in a moment of showing off your true beauty. The way you quivered in anticipation, the way your eyes glossed over as your--”

“Htt’ktt-choo!” No, damn it! “Hihhgstch! Hoh, I’m sorry…” Tala breathed, lashes still fluttering. Okay, it was getting harder for her to shake this little bursts of sneezes after.

Luckily, Royce was scooping her up into his arms in an instant. Tala balked and wrapped both arms around his neck. That lasted for about two seconds, at least. She still had to sneeze. Stifling was getting harder, so Tala pinched her nose shut the best she could. “Hggkt! Hhktch!” “Ohhh, dear…” he cooed, nestling his nose against her temple. “That cold still has you in its grip, my heart. Perhaps we ought to get you tucked in bed…”

Tala shook her head and simply let Royce carry her from the bathroom. “No, no, no…I’m okay, Royce, really…I’m a little tired, that’s all, but nothing I can’t handle. It’s too early to sleep, anyway…”

Royce chuckled, letting his nose nuzzle her cheek. “Well, then we won’t sleep…” he purred before setting Tala down on his bed. Quick as lightning, he shot over to turn on one of the low, romantic lamps on the dresser before getting back to her in an instant. He brought along a box of tissues to put on the bedside table. Tala blushed and rubbed beneath her nose. “Um, th-thanks. Hope I don’t need those anymore…”

“It’s perfectly fine if you do, heart…” Royce said, starting to pull the covers back. Tala needn’t any urging before hurrying under the blankets. She snuggled up into Royce’s arms instantly, embracing her sturdy boyfriend. “I want you to rest, though, alright? I don’t mind if I don’t climax tonight. I can do that any time. All I want is for you to lean back, relax, and allow me to tend to you.”

Tend to her. Did Tala ever think that anyone would want to tend to her?

“And don’t think about smothering your sneezes, dear. Use all the tissues you need, but don’t give yourself a headache.”

“Mb’kay,” Tala said in a stuffy little hum. She simply leaned back, allowing Royce to carry out whatever duties his goddess gave him.

#not sneeze for work #sneeze fic #sneeze kink #friends ocs #oc royce

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crow-stars · 1 year

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the time of spring has come, dear readers! let us celebrate with sweet drinks, a cool breeze, and a tissue box to share among the ones whose noses can't quite take the increase of pollen.

❝A FIRST SPRING❞

❦summary; there's not much pollen in the sea, now is there? or at least one merfolk have encountered before.

♪the characters in this story; azul ashengrotto, jade leech, floyd leech

✎word count;

❀what do the ghosts say?; no reader x character relationships, platonic, set during azul's first time on land, not canon-accurate, azul suffering allergies, he does not know what's going on, leech twins tease him about it but they still take care of him in their weird eel ways

☛the author's notes; a part of the @briarvalleyarchives new beginnings event! i wanted to be mean to azul and no i'm not projecting on azul again y'all are crazy /s

☪look at the catalogue?

Azul had always been curious about the seasons on land when he was younger. Books can only go so far and the young mer was desperate to learn more, among other things, about life on the land. An invite to the prestigious Night Raven College had Azul ecstatic, to be recognized by that famous Dark Mirror only boosted his confidence and determination to become better than the child he once was.

And while he thought he had long abandoned those childhood dreams he deemed foolish, a small shred of him was excited to experience the changing seasons.

Azul’s first year began during autumn, when the leaves were colored all types of oranges, reds, gold, and warm colors. It brought a sparkle to his eyes at the sight, the colors so vibrant despite the description other students had of ‘the trees just dying’. To Azul, it was like one last goodbye, one last beautiful display before the more barren of winter.

Even if it was barren, winter looked so beautiful. Although he felt homesick, not able to go home due to the freezing temperatures of the ocean, Azul found himself staring out the window to the snow covered grounds time and time again, glistening like hidden jewels in the sun. While the coldness and odd wetness of the snow didn’t appeal to the octo mer, this still didn’t stop Azul from looking from classroom windows. He just took a longer route whenever there was a bit more snow on the path than he liked.

The next season was the one that Azul was most excited about. He had read so much about the flowers that bloomed and sprouted after harsh winters, the flora that decorated the trees. And, oh, when Azul saw all of that and more, he couldn’t believe his eyes. That childish twinkle seemed to be sparked once more as he stared and watched and observed the outside.

What Azul didn’t know was the pollen that was sprinkled through the air. He awoke one morning to a tickle in his nose. Azul only rubbed his nose, carrying on with his day as normal. Unfortunately, the day didn’t continue on as normal.

Around second period, Azul could feel his eyes watering at the edges. It was uncomfortable, along with the fact that his morning sniffle came back again, this time tickling his nose enough to cause him to sneeze. It was a quiet sneeze, something that could be described as a kitten sneezing.

With the day carrying on further, Azul kept on sneezing, louder and louder, more frequent and more hindering to his day. His handkerchief was a constant presence in his hands, raised and ready to catch any sneezes that were bound to come soon.

He did his best to hold them in, but that only made it worse, the sneeze after that coming with two times the force and making Azul jump in his seat. By day’s end, Azul felt exhausted, head dizzy and unable to breath well from his nose, collapsing onto the bed.

“Azuul~” Ah. Another problem Azul didn’t need at the moment.

Two fingers poked at Azul’s sides, making the mer’s body flinch at the touches and Azul to let out a muffled groan against his pillow. Then, Jade’s voice came close against Azul’s ear, a playful tint to his words as he spoke.

“Hmm? What's got you so down Azul?”

“Azul’s all flat like a stingray!”

“Yes, yes, I can see Floyd.”

Azul felt that now familiar tickle before he was about to sneeze and, not wanting to spread snot all over his covers, raises his head quickly, turning his head and sneezing. Jade leaned back, eyes widening just the slightest bit. Floyd laughed loudly, giggling at this sight.

“Azul’s all sneezy! Ehehe!”

Azul groaned, wiping his nose for what seemed like the umpteenth time with his handkerchief.

“Shut up Floyd... Perhaps I’m just... a-adapting to land...”

There was a chuckle from Jade, that type of chuckle that felt like he knew something more than he said. But Azul wasn't in much of a mood to interrogate the eel. He laid his head back down on his pillow, groaning as his eyes fluttered shut, another wave of exhaustion hitting him every time his eyes shut for a second.

“You seem tired, Azul. I believe Floyd and I will have to bother you later.”

Azul let out a small relieved sigh, pressing his face back into his pillows, knocking out soon after.

When he woke up the next day, Azul felt quite alright, his stuffy nose clearing up. With this, he felt confident that he could make it through the day today.

He did not. The same cycle began all over again, his nose slowly getting more clogged and more sneezing occurring throughout the day.

“I’m fine!” Azul claimed. “Just adjusting to a new area,” Azul said. And then, at the end of the day, he passed out in his room, head dizzy, nose tinted red and eyes teary.

After the fourth day of this, this time in history, the sneezes start to annoy even Trein, who stops teaching at another of Azul’s sneezes.

“Ashengtotto, please, go to the nurse’s office.”

Azul froze at the command, the first year blinking a few times in disbelief. “But sir, I—”

“Go, now. Lay down and rest, you clearly have allergies.”

Oh, Azul wanted to either crawl into a deep hole or burst into a furious blush. It seems that Azul decides for the latter as he gets up from his seat, head facing down as he quickly vacates the room towards the nurse’s office. The only thing he does is lay on one of the beds, almost pouting at the fact he was sent out of class for some measly sneezes. It’s not even that bad!

Sure, his nose has been stuffed for the better part of the week and sure, it’s been a while since he’s known what a clear nose felt like, but he could push through it, he swears!

The nurse tells him that he has pollen allergies when they check him and make him take allergy medicine.

Once again, Floyd and Jade always seem to come whenever Azul is not needing them the most.

“My, my, what’s happened to you this time Azul?” The two twins lean over Azul in bed, grins wide as their teeth seem to gleam. To anyone else, this would be what their paralysis demons look like, but to Azul, really, it feels more like a normal Wednesday.

Azul groaned softly, an arm over his eyes as he sniffled, glasses on the side table.

“Ugh... the nurse says I have allergies.”

Floyd crouches down next to the bed, laying his arms on the mattress and looking at Azul. “Mm? What does that mean?”

Jade pipes up, smiling at his twin. “It means that the pollen from the recent spring flowers are irritating Azul’s nose and his body believes it’s an attack on the immune system.”

Azul’s almost closing eyes snap open and flick over to Jade, still smiling that calm smile of his. Floyd lets out a soft ‘oooh’ before poking Azul’s cheek.

“Your body is dumb Azul. Tell it to stop.”

“How long have you known that Jade?” Ignoring Floyd’s comment, Azul turns his spinning head to Jade, awaiting an answer. And then he chuckles, his smile spreading a bit wider.

“Oh for a little while. I read it in a book that was given to me during our transition period.”

Azul could feel his eye twitch, taking in a deep breath before turning over onto his side.

“I’m going to sleep.”

“Ooh! Me too, me too!”

Before Azul can protest, Floyd quickly climbs onto the bed with him, holding another pillow and blanket he probably took from another bed. Floyd gets comfortable too quickly, arms wrapped around Azul tightly, head nuzzling into the pillow.

“Wha-?! Floyd!”

“Oh, let me join in.”

Jade then climbs onto bed, taking the other side of Azul, arms wrapped around Azul too quickly for him to protest.

Trapped between two eels, wrapped tightly in their hold, and a dizzy head, all Azul could do was accept his fate and sigh. He yawned softly.

As much as he didn’t want to admit it, this was quite comfy for Azul, being tightly held like this. His eyes started to slip closed, but he had no qualms about it, letting himself fall into a refreshing sleep.

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His lil experiment

This is a bakudeku story based on my latest wav. sorry its very scattered brained. i can't make a cohesive thought lol. (i'm going to say this now...if you can't handle mess or alot/descriptions of it. Do not read, this story is 'mess heavy') “And It's finished!” Izuku announces, primarily to himself, as he grabs a syringe. Coming back he fills it with the red solution from the beaker and puts it on the small cart containing a small cup with a green pill. Humming happily as he drags the cart out of his laboratory, he makes his way to Katsuki’s room—a small minimalistic bedroom with books, a plain bed, and drab walls. Knocking on the door before he enters he makes his presence known. “Oh, kaachan~” The blond’s head jerks up from the book he was reading, and his bright red eyes dart over to where Izuku is standing. Walking further into the bedroom Izuku’s lips are pulled in a wide grin. This smile used to put Katsuki on edge, he’d scramble away from the other like a scared deer, but. By now his reaction was quite different even if he didn’t know the details of this experiment. All he knew was that Izuku wanted to ‘test his immune response’, not much else was given. Katsuki used to be afraid of needles and swallowing mysterious pills…now he found comfort in the high or daze they would put him in. He wouldn’t be himself mentally and he was fine with that. As long as it was Izuku doing it to him, he didn’t care anymore. He still jumps though every time Izuku would jab him in the arm or neck with very little warning.

“I presume you’re curious about today’s experiment” Izuku started while grabbing the pill from the cart. Katsuki nods and puts down the book slowly. “Well I’ve been wanting to see how quickly a small illness can take over the body, and since I can’t just take randoms. I decided to see if I could engineer one myself and see how you’d handle it.” This experiment now had Katsuki curious, was there a twist to this? Or was he just going to have to deal with a case of the sniffles? This couldn’t be too bad, he’d hardly gotten sick much before so how bad could this be? When given the pill, Katsuki swallows it without hesitation. When the needle came he yelped a little at the sudden jab Izuku used to push it into his arm. Once the red solution was injected Izuku gave the blond a soft pat on the head before standing up and leaving telling Katsuki he’d be back in a few to check on him. Leaving Katsuki once again to his own devices. After a few hours, Izuku gathered some medical supplies on his cart. He’d heard the other coughing and sneezing down the hall and figured it was time to see how his precious lab rat was doing. Slinking his stethoscope around his neck, snapping on some gloves, and prepping his cart. A tongue depressor, oral thermometer, pen light, cough drops, a box of tissues, a notepad, and a pencil. Pushing the cart down to Katsuki’s room the sounds of sniffles, snorts, and sneezes get louder. Opening the door Izuku giggles when he walks in on Katsuki huddled in the corner of his bed wrapped under a blanket. “My my my, goodness gracious Kaachan, I could hear you down the hall!” He exclaimed as he pulled the cart in. “You don’t look so well, Kaachan” Of course he didn’t face pale with a feverish blush, his eyes usually a bright red color now dull and glassy with slight tears in them. His frame looked frail as he was curled up trying to get warm. Wiping his nose on his forearm Katsuki grumbles.

“D’no shit Sherlocke” Brining the cart close to the bed, Izuku sits in front of Katsuki and extends his arm out. Pressing his gloves hand to Katsuki’s face, he mentions how warm Katsuki feels. Reaching for the thermometer he holds it up to the blond’s mouth.

“Let’s start with your temperature” Katsuki begrudgingly opened his mouth allowing for the tool to be placed under his tongue. It was only a few seconds in that Katsuki started wriggling his nose around and sniffling. His nose was clearly irritated even starting to get red around the rims of his nostrils and his septum. Flaring widely in and out the movements became frequent while small whimpers slipped through. Izuku noticed this and knew what was happening. “Ah ah ah, no sneezing Kaachan, I need to get a number on your temperature.” More desperate noises came as Katsuki’s chest expanded with each breath. He was really trying to hold back and failing quickly. Izuku laughs softly before grabbing the blond’s nose and pinching it shut. “I’ve got you, just a few more seconds, and it’ll be done.” He could feel Katsuki’s nose twitching like crazy against his fingers. He knew this was going to be a loud one. When the thermometer finally beeped Izuku slid it out from the boy’s mouth and looked at the numbers. “Seems like my lil labrat’s got a fever~” He sang, almost getting distracted in his findings. Though hearing a soft whine he remembers he’s still holding Katsuki’s nose. He releases it a little bit and right as the other gasps hugely and pinches it shut again only letting him stifle. “Het’chhnk! Het’cknnk! Het’gnnxt! Ugh” Earning a glare from his test subject Izuku even if he did find the other’s suffering to be rather amusing. “Sorry Kaachan I couldn’t help myself” Pulling his hand away snot immediately ran down Katsuki’s nose. He tried sniffling and snorting it back up, though it only made him sneeze again. Though without anything to cover with the explosion was messy. “HEEEXXXHIIEW! EEEESSSHIIEWW! EEEESHIIEW!” Izuku watched as snot started falling lower and lower down his face. Spray blasting out in every direction, Izuku got his own dose of it right to the face. This didn’t disgust him at all, it more excited him than anything. This small fit left Katsuki panting and dripping, trying to get all that stuff back up his nose. “Can’d I have a d’dissue?” Izuku pretended to be confused by what he asked. Might as well have some fun with this experiment.

“A what?” Izuku knew what he was asking for but he wanted to mess with his precious Kaachan. A thick snort and snuffle proved to be futile in moving the congestion clogging up the sickie’s head.

“A d’dissue, by dnose is drippig” “I think your nose is more than just drippy Kaachan, but I need to continue the checkup, so you’re gonna have to wait.” There was a bit of grumbling that Izuku ignored as he took out the tongue depressor.

“Saw awwh, Kaachan!” Katsuki opened his mouth making the sound only to be interrupted by rough coughs.

“Sounds like a nasty cold you’ve got, throat’s all red and that cough didn’t sound good either. I’m surprised you got sick this fast, I expected this to take at least 24 hours” He wasn’t lying, Izuku was shocked to see how quickly this cold took over. Now that it was fully affecting his test subject, he could continue this experiment. Seeing how Katsuki was now harshly rubbing at his nose he knew just what to do.

“Careful my lil guinea pig, you’re gonna piss it off” Izuku warned playfully referencing the now angry red nose on Katsuki’s face.

“Cad’t help it, it’s s-so iih itchy” Pulling away the tongue depressor, Izuku got closer. Grabbed Katsuki by the chin and tilted his face up.

“I can see that, also looks like you’ve got a nasty cold filling up your head. One that just makes your nose so tickly, maybe even a little sensitive?” He teased while tapping on the tip of Katsuki’s nose. Another sharp gasp came before the release, Katsuki barely had any time to turn away from the scientist.

“ESSSHIIEW! EESHIIIEW! HEEETTSSHIIIEW! Heh! Heeeh!-Ugh” Nostrils flaring widely with desperation for their own release but the rest wouldn’t come. Snot lining the edges threatens to add to the spillage already oozing down. He was so close yet so far from sneezing!

“Would you like some help, my lil labrat?” Katsuki could hardly get a word out while his breath was practically hiccuping. He gave a small nod granting Izuku permission to help. Rubbing his thumb up and down Katsuki’s damp septum, he decides to be a tease.

“Aaw poor Kaachan, you’re so close, aren’t you? But you just can’t quite let it out? Must be tickling like crazy, just getting worse, and worse” He let out a loud whine between hitches, tears falling while his nose ran profusely. Izuku’s gloved hand was becoming sticky with the sickly slime. Izuku pulls his boyfriend closer to him, holding to his chest. Leaning into him, Katsuki was squirming from the need to sneeze becoming overwhelming.

“So so itchy huh, kaachan? That tickly buzzing sensation just won't go away. It's just getting bigger and bigger and bigger.” Katsuki was a mess in Izuku’s arms, whimpering, hitching, and dripping with snot.

“You’re making such a mess, getting your snot all over my hands. Your head must be full and can’t contain any more of it. Don’t you wanna get it out? I know your nose does, it won't stop making more” Each flare of Katsuki’s nostrils had more mucus flooding out, and different thicknesses of strands and ropes were connecting like a spider web. Some getting on Izuku’s shirt while the rest dangled lower and lower. Izuku was just barely doing enough to make him sneeze.

When Izuku decides his poor labrat has had enough he takes off the gloves and presses his fingertips to that angry red trembling nose. Every little touch had Bakugou gasping, and then Izuku rubbed his septum with a little more pressure than earlier.

“ EEEH!” Izuku excitement grew hearing the desperate needy inhale, knowing this would be it! “EEESSHIEW! EEEXXIEW! Eh! Eh! EEED’SHIIEW! EEEDD’SHIIIEEW!” More uneven breaths signalled more sneezes were on the way and Izuku sat through it. He loved this, feeling how forceful the sneezes were. Rocking Katsuki’s body into his and making him shudder. His shirt under his open lab coat was surely soaked against his chest. He could feel the wetness seeping through. The urgency to get each sneeze out was obvious, Katsuki’s body was doing anything it could to feel better!

Loud booming sneezes that could hardly be muffled tumbled out of the sick blond. One after another after another, each creating a snotty mess of Izuku’s shirt. He couldn’t stop either, it felt like each breath was making the tickle worse, and sneezing brought more sneezes. It's like the air itched! By the time he did stop, the poor boy was panting hard trying to catch his breath only to be interrupted by chest coughs and trying to snort back the sludge from his nose.

“Wow, that sure was a lot Kaachan!” A few thick wet snorts proved that he was still absolutely full of cold. Even as he’d sneezed out all that snot, more had managed to replace it.

“I think someone needs to blow their nose, it sounds very full.” Grabbing a singular tissue, Izuku knew that it wouldn’t hold up against the force, and that’s exactly what he wanted. Pressing the tissue right against Katsuki’s nose he softly commanded.

“Blow” Katsuki wasn’t going to refuse as he really needed to anyway. At first nothing, then a loud gurgling sound as he started to fill up the tissue. It didn’t take much for the dampness to settle in and soon the tissue was filled to capacity but Bakugou was still clogged. When the tissue was pulled away from his face many strans followed, still connected to his face though.

“I-i dneed to bl-blow b’more” He said words muddled by the congestion weighing heavy in his sinuses.

But of course he was talking to basically the devil himself here.

“Hm, i think you could wait to blow your nose again, your nose looks so mad.” Izuku taunted while dropping the used tissue somewhere. Katsuki looked at him while wiping his nose on his hands roughly.

“And besides you’re gonna soak through that entire tissue box if I let you.” “i wouldn’t” He protested, Izuku giggles and kisses his feverish forehead.

“Oh you wouldn’t? That snot filled nose of your says other wise” Kissing the tip of the sensitive appendage had the same results as pulling the pin of a hand grenade… Explosive and everything everywhere! This time Izuku’s face, chest and neck were not spared from the consequences. To say he got misted was an understatement. Cords and droplets glistened his skin like glitter as each desperate release brought more and more with no real relief in sight. And Izuku wasn’t going to stop the other either. He more so egged him on than anything else with his teasing words.

Talking about how Katsuki’s easy-to-bother nose must’ve caught the most tickly cold he’d ever had. Encouraging him when he could barely get out that more sneezes were on the way. Snot was streaming down, practically a category level 5 hurricane. Izuku couldn’t resist talking about how much of a mess his Kaachan was making from ‘a little cold’.

When the fit subsided Izuku kisses at the other’s lips before grabbing a few tissues and gently cleaning the other’s face up as well as himself.

“I can’t believe your nose threw a fit over a little kiss, Kaachan. Poor thing just can’t catch a break can it? Don’t worry i’ll take care of you, my lil experiment~”

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