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charlotte3eee · 10 months

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Something fluffy but weird with Kylian where you love him painting your toes and tickling your feet, he always loves painting your toes white because he thinks it’s sexy, anytime you rest your feet on his lap while sitting on the couch he always runs his fingers up and down your soles and wriggles your tootsies because he knows you love it even though it your ticklish💗

pairing : kylian mbappe x female reader

White toenails

summary : kylian loves to paint his gf y/n toe nails.

warnings : none not proof read? lol

a/n : let me know if you guys want a pt . 2 !! (inbox is open!)

I woke up to the sound of birds chirping and early morning traffic. As I turn around from my bedside table which was on the right, I see my darling boyfriend sleeping peacefully.

Kylian always looked so relaxed when sleeping, not having a care in the world. His lips always looked so plump, and his messy hair and eyebrows, overall it was a damn well beautiful sight.

I run my thumb on his cheek and kiss his temple. “I love you so much my love,” I say in a whisper tone. I turn back around, not trying to make too much noise to wake my Kylian.

I grab my phone off my bedside table and check the weather app. I check for the whole day hoping it would be nice and sunny out to do something fun.

Today was one of those days where me and Kylian had the day off. It was hard having not always just me and Kylian time, not including our daily dinner dates. Luckily summer is here, meaning my job is very flexible/ not have to work too much. And he does not have training with PSG because he is off-season and EDF.

Now we have all the time in the world to stay in bed with each other as long as we want. I go back to the weather app, realizing it was going to be cloudy and cold all day. Though we have other days to do fun stuff, a frown appeared on my face.

I sighed and went to go put my phone back on the bedside table when it slipped off falling to the floor, which also took my water bottle with it. Making both of them make, the loudest noise possible.

I turn to Kylian who now has his elbows resting on the bed, with his eyebrows furrowed together.

I smile and let out a small giggle at his expression.

By his face, I could tell he wanted an explanation and wanted to make sure I was ok, but too tired today so. I love this about Kylian and me, we can always tell each other what we want, without having to say it.

I soon place a kiss on his cheek and explain that I’m alright, and it was just my phone and water bottle that fell. I move the covers off my legs to get out of bed. But all of sudden I feel a gentle grab on my bicep.

“Where do you think you're going amour?” he spoke. I replied saying “I'm going to start on breakfast I’m pretty hungry, you?” “I’m hungry for you,” Kylian said with a smirk. Rolling my eyes, I quickly got up and ran to the door so he couldn’t catch me.

“Come on Ky, we have all day, I promise we can eat quickly and go watch a movie on the couch or go back to bed.” Slowly kylian got out of bed, walking over to the door where I was.

My eyes widen when I saw he was extra big this morning. Kylina had always been big, but when he would just sleep in his boxers or wear them around the house, it was different.

I started to walk out the door when slide his arms around my waist, picked me up from behind, and carried me to the kitchen. Kylians placed me down spun me around and gave a peck to my lips. His lips always tasted so good in the morning.

I tapped his shoulder and told him to sit down on the couch when I got started on breakfast. Kylian and I decided on pancakes, he told me mine were the best and only mine. I do make so pretty good pancakes.

I made flap jacks and put them down on the island, I also made some eggs and bacon for some protein. Kylian is a big boy, gotta keep him full icky.

I ran around behind the couch and kissed his neck and whisper to Kylian the food was ready. “Ugh I can smell it from here, so good baby,” he said with a kiss on my cheek. “Thank you, my love,” I replied.

Kylian and I sat down on the barstools on the island and began to eat. He went down and ate every last bit of food there was on his plate. Kylian and I talked about all the things we want to do this summer, the places we wanted to travel to, and all the activities he had in mind, etc.

After our delicious breakfast, I stuck to my promise to go watch a movie on the couch. Kylian went and grabbed the big blanket from our room and went to sit down on “his side of the couch”.

He claimed the longer side of the sectional, ever since I moved in that’s always been his spot because he loved it when I rested my feet on his lap. When I did this he would take advantage and tickle my feet, knowing I’m the most ticklish person ever.

When we both got comfortable, Kylina looked down at my toes and a small smirk appeared on his face. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. “Is everything ok?” I asked while giggling. “I have an idea,” Is all he said before he pulled me off the couch.

With his hand wrapped around mine, Kylian started running toward our master bedroom. I ran as fast as I could with him. Boy, this man is so fucking fast.

Once we both got into the bathroom, Kylian started digging into the cabinet under the sick. I stood at the door with my arms crossed, still in confusion.

“Will you grab me a towel, please bébé?” Kylian said staring right up at me. I walked over to the rack to grab a towel, once I turned back around, Kylian sat in front of me with a set up to paint my nails.

He loved painting my toenails especially white, he found it very sexy. He also was the only one who could do it as he said. He was pretty good at doing it too, his niece made him do it once. And ever since he’s gotten better and better. So he likes to practice on me.

“Come sit down chérie,” he said. I walked over and gave him the towel, I couldn’t get over him sitting so patiently still in his boxers. I sat down in front of him with my legs out. He began one by one filling, clipping, and buffing my nails. All of the prep.

Kylian pulled out the base coat painting it on. A small laugh came out of my mouth, Kylian wasn't even trying to tickle me it was this bad. “Are you ok mon amour?” Kylian said with a smile on his face.

“Oh yes, I’m ok!” I said trying to keep a straight face. Before I knew it, Kylian was all done putting on the top coat. I sat there on the towel waiting for my toes to dry to the pretty milky white color. Kylian cleaned everything and put all the supplies away.

Kylian and I stayed seated on the cold tile of the bathroom floor waiting for the polish to dry.

After what felt like ages of waiting for them to dry, they were finally finished. He grabbed my hand picked me up and carried me bridal-style back to the living room. Small giggles from both of us leaving the hallway.

Once back to the couch, I grabbed the remote and pressed play on the movie. We went back to the same position before. Now with just a happy Kylian this time.

As the movie went on I keep glancing over at Kylian, the whole time he wasn't watching the movie but just staring at my feet. I just let it slide not thinking anything about it.

All of a sudden I felt soft strong hands at the soles of my feet. Oh fuck I’m not surviving this. Slowly he went up and down. “Kylian stop doing that I’m not fucking around!” Y/n quietly raised her voice.

“Doing this?” Kylian began to full on tickle my feet. Now I was bursting out laughing. “Kylian quit-“ I couldn’t even get out a full sentence it was so bad.

I soon felt relief when I didn’t feel his hands anymore. But now he was on top of me?

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dinosweetnessagere · 8 months

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DNI K1NK OR NSFW ACCOUNTS

HIII! I’m baby or you can call me saoirse! I really like making friends, animals (specifically sharks, otters, seals, & sugar gliders), coloring books, my current friends, drag queens, reptiles, dinosaurs, and my gf! When I grow up I wanna breed reptiles. I own a cat, a dog, a bird, a hedgehog, a leopard gecko, and two sugar gliders! I make agere mood boards, and maybe extra agere posts on the side! My favorite color is blue. My favorite shows are, bluey, Tuca & Bertie, big mouth, Human Resources, castlevania, young Sheldon, clone high, and more! My favorite movies are, wolf walkers, song of the sea, guardians of the galaxy (vol 2 & 3), and more. My favorite comics, Brutus & pixie, Lore Olympus, marionetta. My favorite singers, forest & Melanie Martinez! My fave songs by them are BODIES (forest) & Faerie soirée (mel)

In little space I do cuss a tinsy bit! I’m a lesbian, afab gender doe + xenogender user, and cupioromantic!

[image identification; a creamino sugar glider sitting on a small cat tree, a classic grey sugar glider sitting on a fluffy brown pillow, a light brown and white doxiepoo looking at the camera, a hypo melanistic leopard gecko on an arm looking at the camera with motion blur, a black and white exotic longhair cat being held up with two arms underneath the armpits of the cat while the cat looks off to the right, a brown hedgehog in between a red play tube and green litterbox. Image ID end]

#age regression #agere #agere blog #sfw #age regressor

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thathusenfulhu · 2 years

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husenfulhu’s travels p1 - dharavandhoo/hibalhidhoo

we're walking on the beach in baa hibalhidhoo, which will be a resort one day. two bangladeshis are taking care of the island till then. behind me, some dhaththas who've come to collect kaashi and fan. they've taken off their burugas so we have to backtrack. i'm with saththaaru whom some of you have already met. anyway, he's a young man from an island down south, and he's explaining coastal features of hibalhidhoo to me. he's also an environmental scientist who, let it be known, has been published in some american journal for engineering. a small contribution to science from this giant of a man. 'the waves are big here, that's why the beach drops off so sharply,' he explains. 'you don't want to be building your water villas in the lagoon here, that's what it means in YOUR world.' then he points out a kind of furry orange growth on top of the kuredhi. 'they're love vines - used as an aphrodisiac. my mother used to send us kids out to collect them,' i laugh. 'we didn't know what it was for obviously. whether my dad was a poor lay in bed. or whether my mum was a - oh, you see that?' he points at something and i zone out for a bit. when i come to he's still talking. '...geomorphology. we mention it in all our EIA reports and i bet no one at the EPA knows what the hell it is, but they're too embarrassed to ask at this point.' my stomach feels a bit funny. i think it's the curry from the night before. we were in a cafe called layers right behind our guesthouse, the violet inn, in dharavandhoo. they prepared our meal from scratch. meaning it took them hours. i had chicken curry with roshi, and it was really good but very oily. i was with some friends and my sister and we'd just learnt that the mantas weren't gonna be around and that we should've waited a week. 'why do they call mantas gentle giants? for fuck's sake they eat baby animals.' i said. 'no you dumbass,' said saththaaru's gf aminadhi, who's also some kinda scientist. 'they eat plankton.' 'and some baby animals are plankton, right?' 'no they're an entirely different kinda organism,' 'your opinions have gone unchallenged for too long in this world,' declared saththaaru. 'look it up goddammit.' 'YOU look it up.' soon it was just me and saththaaru and my sister, fathumaafulhu, the rest have left to take a walk. 'see?' plankton includes stuff like the larvae of eel and also krill.' i said. 'and how does it feel to scream your vindication into the void? no wait, that's your whole life isn't it?' laughs saththaaru, a man constantly amused at his own wit. it doesn't help that other people find it funny either, including myself. back in hibalhidhoo, we've almost reached the place where we have set up camp. but to our dismay, it's being ravaged by a flock of crows. saththaaru makes a run towards the hut and scares off the birds. 'fuck!' he says. 'they've got my lunch.' he runs off with a bag into the bushes. i inspect the damage. they've tossed a bunch of things on the sand. 'fuck!' it's my sandals! there is crow shit on them! and one of the beach towel has a suspicious stain. 'is it shit?' i ask saththaaru when he returns. he takes a look. 'no, it doesn't look like it.' then he takes the towel into his hands, brings it right to his nose and sniffs it. 'no, it's not shit, just a stain.' you can take a man from the atolls and educate him in adelaide but... 'the fuck you grinning at?' 'nothing,' i say. 'nothing at all.' ...the man will relish any chance to plunge his nose into shit.

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spkyart · 3 years

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I swear one day I will stop taking inspiration from memes

#the owl house fandom #the owl house fanart #the owl house #medibang #digital art #toh #toh fanart #toh fandom #eda toh #eda clawthorne #edalyn clawthorne #harpy eda #raeda #raine whispers #the owl house raine #raine is SHORT #SMALL BABY AND THEIR BIG BIRD GF

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farfromharry · 2 years

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Omg congrats on 3k and happy early birthday!!! What about arvin trying to do his little girls hair from the dad prompt list 🥺

Summary: Arvin tries to braid his daughter’s hair and it goes terribly

w/c 623

Dad!Arvin x reader

a/n from this prompt list. thank you!!

Arvin Russell was good at many things. Protecting his family, fixing cars, surprisingly cooking and many more. However, he couldn’t for the life of him seem to get down the skills he needed to do his daughter’s hair.

She may have only been small, just turned four not too long back, but she had long dark curls that rivalled her dads and were hard to work with.

Due to her age she had recently started school, requiring her hair to be done daily, the only issue was that in the rush of the morning if you couldn’t get there to tame her wild hair then Arvin would have to try, and that usually never ended well.

That was exactly how your morning was going. You were sorting her lunch and anything else she might need, while Arvin was tasked with waking up your girl and getting her ready.

She was usually cranky right after waking up, so he would get her dressed as quickly as possible and then carry her downstairs to finish getting her ready. The usual routine was to do her hair while she was eating her breakfast, it kept her distracted enough that she sat still. Plus it killed two birds with one stone.

When they came down the stairs, the baby wrapped in his arms, you took note of the baby blue polka dot dress she had on. It made you mentally awe at just how adorable she was. You made that.

“One cranky little darlin’ for you,” he stated teasingly, sitting her down at the table with a kiss on her head. You grinned, placing her cereal down in front of her. “Morning, baby.”

“Morning momma.”

Arvin pulled her attention back to her hair, brushing his hand over the mess. “So, what’re we thinkin’ today?” He brushed through her hair as gently as possible, he’d rather die before hurting his precious baby. She hummed quietly in thought, swinging her little legs. “A braid please, daddy.”

His eyes widened. “A braid?” he questioned nervously. His eyes flickered over to you, seeing the way you were trying to hold back your obvious laughter. “Yeah, I can do that.” The way he was looking at you was like he was silently asking you to confirm he could. You just gave him a little nod of encouragement, sliding him a mug of coffee.

With a kiss to his cheek you murmured a little tip in his ear. “Take three sections, you got this honey.”

You left him too it after that, watching from

the sidelines as he did a horrible job. It made you chuckle but you didn’t want to discourage him when he was trying so hard. It was funny to you, knowing he used to be the big bad loner of the town and now he was the gentlest girl dad you ever saw.

“Okay, all done.” He stepped back with his hands gesturing to her, letting you see his ‘masterpiece’ he created. He was waiting for yours and your baby's opinion on his work, but you didn’t quite know what to say.

“You did amazing, honey.” Although it was a little white lie, the pride on his face was entirely worth it, your girl nodding along. A blush rose on his cheeks, the man happy to take the compliments.

“I’ll go get this one's shoes and then you can get goin’.” He gently squeezed her cheek, listening to her giggle before rushing off.

Scarlett’s eyes flickered over to you, a look of horror overtaking her face as she leaned closer to you across the table. “Can we redo it in the car, momma?” she whispered. You giggled quietly, sneaking a glance at your oblivious husband. “Course we can, baby.”

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felswritingfire · 3 years

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April Brain Rot #10

Prompts:

36. Hatred

14. "I'm screwed."

18. “I swear, if anyone lays a hand on you, I’ll cut their arm off.”

Floyd Leech x Reader

Summery: Sometimes working customer service sucks ass- especially when creeps keep catcalling you and no one's saying anything. Good thing you have your boyfriend to come in and beat the shit out of people just in the nick of time.

TW: Incel behavior; Creeps; Cat Calling; Uncomfortable Situations; Blood; Violence; Fist Fighting; Pinning Down (Not in a good way)

Word Count: 1,152

A note from Fel: SO, TO START OFF- THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR ALL THE LOVE????? Y'ALL ARE SO DAMN SWEET, THANK YOU!!!!! But y'all are gonna turn me into a full blow slut if you keep complimenting me. Also! For those who sent in requests- rest assured they are saftly sitting in my ask box, I'm just gonna save them for after April Brain Rot so I can make sure that I have everything in order lmao. (And that person who requested more Mafia Au??? I love you- much kisses~). ALSO SINCE I WANT TO GUSH ABOUT MY GF TOO- she liked this one and I'm happy she did, I got worried that everything felt rushed, so hopefully, y'all think it's up to par too! Sorry for rambling: enjoy!

Occasionally you would work at the Mostro Lounge to make some extra cash and occasionally you would get one of… the less unsavory customers who would bother you. But, usually, your boyfriend was there to run them off.

Unfortunately, at this point in time, Floyd was out with Jade and Azul (surprisingly) hunting down a customer to give them a “nice squeeze” (as Floyd likes to put it). So, you were on your own with this guy (and his cronies, ugh).

You breathe a sigh through your nose, feeling your blood boiling as your grip on your writing pad turns knuckle white as he makes another wolf call at you. The high pitched whistle cutting through the order of the customer that you were trying to get for the third time. “Hey, baby, why don’t you come back over here and talk to some real men?” This one’s voice is loud and nauseating and you have a sudden urge to throw the note pad at him and his cackling friends.

The Pomfiore student in front of you frowns and you’re almost afraid that they're going to get out of their seat and you were going to have to break up a fight. He sighs through his nose, repeating his order and you lean closer to him and tell him you’ll give him a discount. He smiles at you.

“Damn, look at that ass!” Another one yells, an awful voice crack breaking into his words. Despite it, he high fives the others like he had just said the best thing in the history of Twisted Wonderland.

You suck in another breath, shutting your eyes in barely contained fury.

“I’ll be back with your order, sir.”

He nods. “Hang in there.”

You smile at him, an inkling of annoyance straining at the back of your mind. I wouldn’t have to hang in there if one of you would do something. Or I could kill people.

Though… you glance at the group as you pass the order to the cooks in the kitchen: the three boys who were giggling amongst each other weren’t much to look at (thin, small- you could take them out if you really needed to thanks to getting out of Floyd’s hold so many times). The one that was worrying you was the one that was eyeing you like a piece of meat. The guy was big, almost as broad chested as the twins and just shy of being as tall as them; sharp toothed and slit pupils. You were almost inclined to believe that he stole that uniform from Diasomnia if his ears weren’t pointed.

Malleus would never stand for how they were acting.

I’ll have to talk to him. You huff, balancing the new tray of food on your shoulder and hand, making your way to the table that seats three Heartslabyul students, they eyed the rowdy group nervously and urged you to go around the side furthest from him. Which wasn’t very far, it was a booth right next to theirs. They take their order gratefully.

“Hey, what about us, pretty bird?” The guy finally called out to you, his voice ridiculously deep.

You want to hurl.

You plaster on the best smile you could despite the fury growing at the bottom of your gut and turn your attention to their booth. “Do you need something, sir?”

“Yeah.” He says, leaning on his elbows as he loosely holds the menu between his pointer finger and thumb. “A date. Me. You. This Saturday.”

This mother-

“I’m sorry, sir. That isn’t on the menu.”

“No one says no to me.”

His eyebrows raised before one of the guys piped up. “Do you not have any taste? Kylan’s one of the top students in Daisomnia- anyone would want to go on a date with him-”

“Well, then, he should go and find that ‘anyone’.” You're proud of the fact that you kept your smile on your face while addressing them. Even prouder of the gawking faces of the customers. What you didn’t account for was the darkening look on Kylan’s face as his blue eyes seemed to glow in a white rage.

“Well, I just did.”

God, Azul was going to have your head. Or maybe not. He had a soft spot for you. And this guy was an ass.

His hand shot out to wrap around your arm (a few cries from the other tables breaking through the adrenaline rush in your mind), yanking you to him until your noses almost brushed and you could smell the overpowering scent of his cologne. “No one-” the grip tightened and you winced- “says no to me.”

“L…” You gulped, trying to will your voice from wavering as you continue. “Let me go.”

“No one-”

“I don’t care if no one says no to you!” You snap, trying to tug your arm away from him despite his grip steadily growing tighter. “I said no! I have a boyfriend already who’s ten times better than you can ever hope to be- so let me fucking go!”

You shriek as your world whirls before your back makes contact with the table. Dishes breaking underneath your spine and one thought shines through as hands dart to hold you down and a chorus of yells and frantic movements sound from around you: I’m screwed.

And suddenly the Daisomnia student is yanked off of you and everything swells to a whole new kind of chaos as cheers blurred together with the sound of fists hitting skin rings out. You sit up (the three other boys having ran off) and look down to see Floyd throttling the fae- his fist a blur as he keeps colliding with his face. Kylan having no time to move aside from twitch at the sheer impacts of the hits.

More and more red specks flew into the air with every hit.

Jade frantically began to claw at Floyd’s clothes to pull him off of the fae, Azul rushing to help. They finally got him off of the barely moving student; he still strained against them to jump back on him until Azul whispered something in his ear and in that moment his eyes were on your dazed form.

Jade and Azul let him go and he rushed over to you. His hands immediately touch your face, his eyes round as he looks over you. He pulls you into a hug, shivering and mumbling mildly concerning things: “I’ll kill him.” and “I swear, if anyone lays a hand on you, I’ll cut their arm off.”

“Floyd-” you whisper- “Floyd. I’m ok.” You squeeze him back as hard you can.

He suddenly bursts out laughing, squeezing you back. “Your squeezes are so soft, Angelfish!”

You sigh into his shoulder, basking in his presence, blocking out the angry yells of Azul as he scolds and threatens the group behind you.

You’re happy that Floyd was back.

Thank you for reading!

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dadsbongos · 3 years

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Katsuki Bakugou having an airhead gf for about 1130 words

Movie/Game/Show: My Hero Academia Dynamic: Katsuki Bakugou/Reader Warnings: airhead shit ig, I just got diagnosed, so I gave you ADHD because :D Summary: Katsuki never thought he’d be a fan of airheads, but here he was - holding one in his arms like he’d lose her anytime. ~~~

“Why the wide smile, dork?” Katsuki side-eyed his girlfriend.

“Because,” (Y/n) giggled, squeezing tighter at her boyfriend’s - admittedly sweaty - hand, “you came with me! You don’t usually do that.”

“Whatever,” he gruffed, “I just wanted to spend time with my girlfriend, that a damn crime?”

“No! You should do it more often,” the girl smiled, “Like all the time.”

“Maybe you’ll start training with me, hah?” the blond teased.

“No way,” (Y/n) immediately pouted as the couple walked down the street from their dorms, “Your training’s crazy! I think I'd die…”

“You wouldn’t die, dumbass,” Katsuki huffed, “I didn’t date you just to kill you.”

“I’d hope so,” the girl mumbled quietly.

Tracing over the hand laid against her stomach, (Y/n) closed her eyes with a small smile as Katsuki pressed his cheek to her shoulder. Fresh slivers of golden sunlight peeked through the boy’s blinds as morning arose to wake the couple. Katsuki, for as much as he wanted to deny it, found it hard to sleep without (Y/n) - without her warmth and comfort. Something in the body he could hold so close to his was inexplicably soothing.

Neither party was asleep anymore, simply basking in the glow of morning as soft sheets spread over their lackadaisical bodies. (Y/n) turned the hand over her midsection to face palm-up and began gently running her fingers over the firm flesh there as well.

“You have pretty soft hands, Kacchan.”

“It’s some shit with my Quirk, I don’t get it,” he mumbled, “Don’t get me started on the suppository shit, that made me so pissed to find out.”

“What’s the suppository stuff about?” (Y/n) quirked a brow, looking to her boyfriend despite his eyes being closed.

“Anal fissure rectification,” Katsuki pressed his lips into a thin line, knowing he’d have to rephrase or his girlfriend wouldn’t understand, “Tears in your asshole get healed with nitroglycerin and since my sweat’s so similar, I bet it’d work too.”

“Gross,” the girl fake gagged, still drawing circles in her boyfriend’s palm, “That sucks. I’m sorry you had to learn that.”

“Helps with chest pain too, so it’s not complete shit,” Katsuki huffed, shifting so he was even closer to his girlfriend, “But that was horsecock to find out.”

“I love the way you phrase things.”

“I try.”

“Man, Bakugou,” Denki murmured, watching as (Y/n) and Momo battled on the other side of the gym, “I didn’t know (L/n) was so strong. Kind of inspiring, now I wanna be more like her.”

Katsuki’s brows furrowed, he loved (Y/n) - dearly - but, “I saw her drop a pizza and cry about it for thirty minutes last night.”

“If I illegally download a movie in the Bahamas, does that make me a pirate in the Caribbean?” (Y/n) suddenly asked as Katsuki was doing his homework.

Pausing, the blond turned in his chair to look his lover in the eyes, blinking at her twice before sighing, “Did you take your Adderall today?”

“...maybe…”

“I hope I get run over,” Katsuki grumbled, reading off the pairings for the newest team-building exercise.

“Aw, don’t say that!” (Y/n) cheered, patting her beau’s back, “Kaminari isn’t all bad, he’s super nice!”

“You’re just lucky you got Ponytail, she’s the only useful extra here,” the boy huffed.

“Hey,” (Y/n) puffed out her cheeks.

“Stop whining,” Katsuki rolled his eyes, ignoring the calls of his name from a certain electric blond, “You’re not an extra, I don’t see why you’re pissed.”

“I’m not?!”

“Fuck no, I wouldn’t date a nobody.”

“If a whole zoo escaped, what would be your top priority?” Mina suddenly blurted out.

Just as (Y/n) went to say ‘ducks’, Katsuki answered, “Tigers and lions, duh.”

“Right,” the girl nervously chuckled, “Obviously.”

“Katsuki?”

“What?” the boy turned to his girlfriend, slightly disturbed as she never called him by his proper legal name since realizing she didn't have to.

“I’m scared,” (Y/n) fiddled with her fingers, “I threw a boomerang a few years ago and it didn’t come back, what if it hits me and knocks me out while I’m in class? Or while I’m on a mission?”

Katsuki’s face dropped into a deadpan, “Are you joking?”

“No.”

“Alright, come here, I’ll tell you a secret,” he waited for her to come closer, “I destroyed the boomerang,” at (Y/n)’s shocked face, he nodded solemnly, “It came in while you were sleeping a few weeks ago, I didn’t say anything cuz I knew you’d flip the fuck out.”

“Wow!” (Y/n) smiled brightly, taking her boyfriend into a tight hug, “You’re so cool, Kacchan!”

“I know.”

~~~

Looking over her study guide for the upcoming economics unit, (Y/n)’s brows furrowed, “Inflation? Isn’t that like… a kink?”

Katsuki’s head snapped over to his girlfriend as she sat at her desk, “Tell me you’re joking right now.”

“If I was hiding from a killer, I’d just hide in the pantry!” (Y/n) beamed, “That way, I could eat while hiding, it’s simple.”

“Yeah, then the killer could hear you opening loudass chip bags, it’s genius,” Katsuki sighed.

“I hate everyone in this school,” Katsuki grunted.

(Y/n) frowned, “Even me?”

“I said everyone, (Y/n), not every ten.”

“Someone’s gotta talk to Denki about the birds and the bees,” Hanta shook his head, “Not gonna be me.”

“Huh?” Denki queried a brow, “A talk about what and who?”

“I’ll teach you about the birds and bees,” (Y/n) nodded sadly, placing a hand on her friend’s shoulder, “They’re disappearing at an alarming rate.”

“The recipe says to beat three eggs,” (Y/n) read off the box of brownies.

“At what?” Katsuki snorted, “Hand-to-hand combat?”

“Has to be,” his girlfriend seriously replied, “Aizawa banned Quirks in the kitchen.”

“Wanna hear a sad joke, Kacchan?”

“Why fuckin’ sad?”

“Oh, autocorrect, I meant dad.”

Katsuki’s eyes narrowed at (Y/n), “This is a verbal conversation.”

(Y/n) looked up from the bed sheets in the nurse's room, “You can call it a near-death experience, Recovery Girl, but I call it a vibe check from God.”

Katsuki immediately shook his head, “Stop… please stop.”

“Stress is not good for the baby!” (Y/n) shouted, gripping at the sides of her head.

Katsuki looked over, “What baby?!”

“Me!” the girl sniffled slightly, looking on the verge of tears with her study guide and notes spread out on her desk, “I’m the baby.”

Awkwardly looking away, Katsuki clenched his eyes shut before throwing his arms open and wrapping them tightly around his anxious girlfriend, “Tell me when the stress levels are down, you big baby.”

“Thanks, Kacchan.”

“Whatever, nerd.”

“Hey, does it smell like gas in here?”

(Y/n) pat herself down before pulling out a lighter and igniting it, “Nah.”

Katsuki’s eyes widened as his girlfriend casually placed the lighter back in her coat pocket, “Oh my fucking God.”

“Careful with my emotional baggage,” (Y/n) reminded Eijiro as he loaded her things into the trunk, “It’s designer.”

“He knows,” Katsuki rubbed at the bridge of his nose, “You say it every time.”

(Y/n) nodded, as if her boyfriend was stupid, “Because it’s funny every time, Kacchan.”

#katsuki bakugou #katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #i just love writing airheads so much

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awsugawara · 4 years

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aoba johsai hcs with a [FEM] short volleyball player s/o

i figured this needed to be done :”) sorry if the pronouns switch around, i originally wanted to to GN, but it just turned into a fem! reader ;-;

anyway, enjoy! :)

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t. oikawa

> not surprising honestly

> if you’re a libero, you’re helping him improve his receives

> if you’re a middle blocker, he’ll tease you and make you def improve your blocks

> if you’re a setter....well...iwa-chan will ask you to practice with HIM, not tooru

> “HA??? but- but-”

> anyway, oikawa does his best to make time for you and not make any of the same mistakes, but you understand his passion for volleyball so you don’t sweat it

> you both met during a scrimmage game with aoba johsai’s girl’s vbc vs shiratorizawa’s

> you’re good friends with semi and tendou :) ushiwaka even

> he got kinda irritated with another loss and was about to lash at ushi-ushi, but you came along to ask ushi if you were both still on to practice

> oikawa.exe has stopped working. CUTE GIRL ALERT!

> he never imagined to date you, but you were more than just some shiratorizawa player

> as much as his flirting was flattering, you kinda put him in his place before he confessed that he felt kinda giddy to be able to run into you

> you cap on tooru so much, iwaizumi is kinda jealous that you were dating the infamous oikawa tooru

> in the end, tooru is a big baby and a SIMP :)

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h. iwaizumi

> oikawa is jealous that he’s dating a popular volleyball player and that’s that

> i keep talking about these boys simping, but YOU, my lovely, are a SIMP for mr. muscles

> “haji...can you flex for me? :)”

> n e way, he’s protective over you, but he knows you can probably kick ass because baby gorl, you’ve got them thighs uwu

> he asks you to practice on the weekends with the team, much to oikawa’s jealousy

> oikawa may seem jealous okay he is ngl but he’s happy that his best friend found someone who makes him happy

> whenever you visit him or the team on the weekends during saturday practice, you make bentos for them

> “oh [y/n]-chan~, we should get married~ you’d make a lovely wife!” - oikawa

> **cue oikawa getting smacked in the face with a volleyball**

> #getrektedoikawa

> but even if you do play volleyball, iwa tries to get you guys to something other than volleyball like going on small trips to Tokyo and such

> you have a whole lot of pictures of iwa that your mom even was like...what

> all i’m saying is if you’re iwa’s gorl, you are one l u c k y b i h

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t. hanamaki

> a meme p. 1

> you and makki make up 1/2 of the meme team dream team

> makki and matsukawa are lazy and therefore practice just enough

> you’re a libero, so it’s no surprise you’re quick on your feet

> but what’s a surprise is your choice of guys according to oikawa

> “she’s amazing at volleyball, but why makki????”

> i feel like he’d rub it in oikawa’s face, alongside matsu

> he got cuffed around the same time matsu did so like omg they’re so in sync //SLAPPED

> ahem, but makki is honestly flower boy so you always tease him

> most dates are lazy indoor dates, but there are times when you’ll drag his ass out to walk in the park or have a picnic

> you and him adopt a child,,,aka a pup or a cat

> you both have each other’s contact names as inside jokes and they always change

> overall, you + makki = best weirdo couple

> BONUS: you went to kitagawa daichi with kindaichi and kunimi, so they’re your best wingmen uwu

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i. matsukawa

> a meme p. 2

> you and issei make up the 2nd half of the meme team dream team

> how matsu ended up with a gf before oikawa,,,totally believable according to iwaizumi pftttt

> you’re so pretty that matsu has to tell iwa-chan that oikawa is gawking at you again

> “GET BACK TO PRACTICE, KUSOKAWA”

> you and matsu spend a lot of time at each other’s house that you adopted a few pets like two betta fish, two cats, and even two birds

> when you posted a pic of you, your bf, your cats, and your birds, your caption was “one big happy family #gillsandbubblesarentinthepic “

> oikawa was a JEALOUS AHAHAHAH

> i think the funniest part of your relationship is that you’re one of the older cousins of kageyama tobio

> “no wonder you’re so good at setting and get along with that guy” -makki

> “YOU’RE WHO NOW?” -oikawa

> “oh wow, kageyama mentioned you a few times i think in middle school” -iwa

> “that’s my babe” -matsu

> you call each other out on being a simp (more like him @ you oof)

> you’ve got a healthy relationship, but matsu likes to be clingy at times and that’s okay with you because that’s your lazy manz uwu

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s. yahaba

> one may wonder...how tf did shigeru even get a gf???? let alone one that plays volleyball????????

> you think shigs is a whole crack up with trying to look impressive

> i think that y’all have such a healthy relationship that him trying to look good isn’t much of anything

> although, you would like for him to read some of the tell signs that you aren’t having a good day and when he does, he makes sure you’re a P R I N C E S S

> lost a game? shigs is there with open arms and plans to take you home and order take out

> when his team lost against karasuno, you’ve never saw your bf so down

> you treated him and his whole team to dinner

> #ripyourwallet

> but it took shigs weeks to get over it a bit as it was kinda just hard for him to accept that his senpais won’t be able to go against shiratorizawa

> you WILL practice with him to work on his sets, serves, and receives

> the title of captain is a big title and you’ll do anything to support him

> so the following year after oikawa and the other third years left, you quit the girl’s vbc and just became the manager of the boy’s vbc

> sometimes you regret it because your manz can be an idiot sometimes smh

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y. kindaichi

> turnip head’s time to shine LMFAO

> no one really knew about your guy’s relationship because you’re both pretty tame and it really isn’t much of a deal if ppl find out

> for the boy’s AND girl’s vbcs it was apparently

> “our y/n-chan is dating WHO FROM THE BOYS VBC KBFABFJABFJBA???”

> “senpai, how did you say that last part-” -y/n

> “our kindaichi is growing up” -proud daddikawa

> “shup up shittykawa.” -iwa

> the boys vbc purposefully made the time to watch the girls for the SOLE PURPOSE OF embarrassing the turnip headed male rip

> nevertheless, you were super happy to see your bf after losing the game :”)

> you were a starter for the girls vbc and oikawa was confused as to why he hadn’t been swooned by one of the girl’s vbc starters since

> you come to the gym often after this and help out with practice

> the coaches are like dads and they approve

> yuu gets super flustered regardless of how long you’ve been dating

> he gets super insecure you’re going to change your mind for one of the third years or kunimi or kags because you went to kitagawa daichii and were friends with a lot of people, INCLUDING mista mista blueberry head uwu

> as his reassurance regulator, he does get better at receiving, blocking and serves

> when the third years left, he was crying at your house while you comforted him

> he only really acts less of a tsundere in the comforts of your houses, like even his parents comment on it LMAO

> he loves you a lot and is grateful for all that you’ve taught him <3

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a. kunimi

> this boi is like a mood

> he, like kindaichi, doesn’t mention you to the team

> even kindaichi doesn’t really know you exist until one day you gave kunimi snacks and a bento

> he was telling her about how he was getting tired of the school food

> how the REST of the team found out was when you showed up with the karasuno team talking to your cousin, sugawara

> when you saw him, you waved and suga even gave a wave

> the team was like: o.0 why is that prettay gorl waving at usss

> after the practice match, you approached the aoba johsai boys vbc, making a beeline to your bf, narrowly avoiding oikawa’s mini monologue how he was honored to be in the presence of a prince- wait what

> “hi, aki! here’s your fav drink and some yakisoba bread! i got one for you too, kindaichi-kun!” -y/n

> “oh- uh- yes! thanks!” -kindaichi

> “huh, oh thanks, babe.” -kuni

> you were like a bright star paired with a dull one, not to say aki has his moments of glory uwu

> you were the girl’s vbc’s setter and you were pretty good at what you do, even rivaling that of oikawa

> sugawara was kinda sad you ended up in aoba johsai, but he was happy you had lots of friends and such and were with someone who loves you

> aki and you spend a lot of time lazying around and watching movies, even discretely pranking oikawa with some of the other team members, much to iwaizumi’s delight and amusement

> yea...life is great :)

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k. kyoutani

> how you and kentarou met was beyond anyone from the boys vbc

> but how your brother took it was WAY HILARIOUS

> “you’re dating mad dog-chan, y/n-chan??????????” -oikawa, aka your weird brother

> “uhhh, yea?”

> when he learnt you were an oikawa, he wasn’t expecting you to be like the 360 version

> you were GENUINELY nice, SUPER SWEET, and very SMART

> the only two things you have in common with oikawa tooru was your beauty and the volleyball position as setter

> most can argue that you’re better than your brother at setting, but no one tell him that

> NOT ONLY THAT but you’re FRIENDS...I REPEAT !!FRIENDS!!! with THE ushijima wakatoshi

> you somehow attract guys with a passionate and resting bitch face like you’re also friends with kita shinsuke and miya osamu, so that’s kinda saying something

> but you are in the grp chat with the pretty setter squad too,,,the one that’s labelled “pretty setter squad w/ the better oikawa <3″

> anyway, kentarou lets you do your own thing, but when you two are at one or the other’s house, your focus should be on him and only him

> his mom loves the crap outta you uwu

> he takes you to the community gym to practice and then you guys go on random adventures for food like the new cafe down the street? sure. that one place you heard about in tokyo? okay, let’s hurry and catch the next train.

> other times, you guys will pick up some of your guys fav food, head home, watch movies and just relax :)

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oikawa is one of my fav characters besides sugawara and the miya twins, so sorry if this involves him a lot AHAHA

#aoba johsai x reader #haikyuu x reader #oikawa x reader #iwaizumi x reader #matsukawa x reader #yahaba x reader #hanamaki x reader #kyoutani x reader #kindaichi x reader #kunimi x reader #haikyuu headcannons

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blueeyedgeorgie · 4 years

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Controlling My Friend’s Phone-A.E

“ can u write either Alex or Will's gf going on Callux's channel to take part with the "controlling my best friend's phone for an hour" series, and he totally messes with her, but at the end it turns out he finds cute messages between them or smthing?“

Pairing: ImAllexx x Reader

Word Count: 1.7K+

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"Y/n, Welcome to the channel," Callum had smiled into the camera. "What's up?" Y/n grinned, giving a wave to the camera. "Not much, besides the fact I'll be controlling your phone for the next hour," Callum looked over to his friend, outreaching a hand, motioning for her to hand over her belonging. "I'm scared," Y/n shook her head, hesitantly pulling out her phone. "Oh, you should be," He smirked, snatching the phone from her. "Alright, time to unlock your phone." "Oh god..." Y/n trailed off, beginning to press in her password. The screen unlocked, revealing all of Y/n's apps. "Twitter time first!" Callum pressed open the blue bird app. "Don't post anything that could put me in a scandal, please," Y/n began to bite at her nails. "Like?" "Nothing, homophobic, trans-phobic, racist, or offensive," Y/n shook her head. "Wow, the bar is so low," Callum let out a laugh. He began to type up a tweet. "Boys, come slide in my DMS. I'm bored." "No! Are you fucking kidding me?" Y/n practically howled, "I'm dating someone!" "Oh, so I shouldn't put the kissy-face?" Callum laughed, being to open the emoji keyboard. "Why did I agree to this?" Y/n shook her head. "I'm putting a kissy face," Callum had pressed the 'post' button, sending the tweet out into the world. "Goddamnit, Callum," Y/n shook her head. "Alright, Instagram time," Callum smirked. "I promise I won't leak your nudes." "Wow," Y/n shook her head, looking at the camera. "Guys, I promise I don't have nudes, I'm not a whore." "Let's put something on your story," Callum smirked, swiping to the left to open the camera. "I'm thinking along the lines of... 'Guess what's coming in nine months?' With maybe a few baby emojis." "Oh god," Y/n shook her head. "I am gonna get into some type of scandal, aren't I?" "Probably," Callum laughed with a nod as he hit the 'post' button again. "What else should we do?" "Up to you, I guess," Y/n bit her lip, watching Callum scroll through her apps. "I'm positive you have George Memeulous's phone number," Callum grinned. "What are you planning?" Y/n raised a brow. "Let's start thirst texting him, why don't we?" Callum had opened up Y/n's text messages. "Oh, no!" Y/n practically shouted. She got up, walking out of the camera frame. "You're really trying to get me canceled, aren't you?" "Alright, I'm gonna text him," Callum laughed, opening her texts between her and George. "Holy shit, your guys' conversations have been so dry." Callum scrolled through their texts, "Seriously? 'Hey, do you want some food, I'm gonna order some dinner.' You guys are so boring." "You're really going to ruin my friendships, aren't you?" Y/n shook her head as she walked back into the camera frame. "Anyways, time to text him. 'Hey Papi, whatcha up to?' Omgod, this is gonna be fun," Callum let out another laugh. "He's gonna know something's up," Y/n shook her head. "While we wait for him to reply, let's text up the other boys," Callum had pulled up Y/n's texts with Will next. "Lemme think... 'You're so fuckin hot, ditch Mia for me, baby.' I love this so much," Callum smiled, beginning to text Will. "Oh, no! Mia and I are so close! I'm not gonna have any friends after this," Y/n brushed a hand through her hair as she let out a long sigh. "James's turn next!" Callum smirked, "I'm gonna say... 'Can you do me a favor and lemme peg you?' You're gonna have to apologize to everyone after this, Y/n," Callum shook his head. "This hurts me. You've hurt me. How could you do this to me?" Y/n cringed. "You had a week to tell your friends something weird was gonna happen on your texts and social medias," Callum looked over to Y/n. "I'm gonna need bleach after this," Y/n sighed. Y/n's phone buzzed. "Oh, George texted us back!" Callum grinned, reopening Y/n's texts with George. " 'Y/n, are you alright?' Oh, he already knows something's up," Callum shook his head. "I told you he was gonna know something was going on," Y/n bit her lip. "I can fix this. 'I'm okay, but I'd be better if we were together at the moment." Callum smiled, continuing to text the commentary YouTuber. "Let's see, James left you on read!" "I'm not surprised. I'm friends with his girlfriend, I feel horrible," Y/n hid her face in her hands. "We're not gonna poke the bear with James because you're already getting into enough trouble," Callum smiled. "Will still hasn't opened your text yet." "I'm scared," Y/n returned to biting at her nails. "You should be," Callum looked over to her again. "Let's open Twitter again." There had been plenty of DMs sent to Y/n on Twitter with a lot of confused replies to her tweet. "This is absolutely amazing," Callum scrolled through the replies. "I'm gonna tweet something new." "I'm gonna get so fucking canceled," Y/n sighed. "Alright, I'm gonna say... '5 likes and I'll burn ImAllexx's Internet Sensation merch," Callum was already typing. "No, not Alex! You've already done so much, why Alex?" Y/n was freaking out at this point. She was surprised Alex hadn't tried reaching out to her yet over what she was posting and texting to his friends. James should've told him what Y/n texted him by now. As expected, Y/n's phone began to buzz again. Only this time she was being called by her boyfriend, Alex Elmslie. "No!" Y/n yelled, grabbing onto the roots of her hair, "he knows something's wrong!" "Y/n, I'm gonna pick up. You can't talk though," Callum smirked. "Are you crazy?!" "Hey, I'm controlling your phone for the next thirty minutes," Callum grinned, hitting the green pickup button. "Y/n, are you alright? I'm so confused over your tweets, is this some kind of joke? James also told me you sent a sext to him? What the fuck? Do you have something to tell me? Do you wanna break up?" The more Alex spoke, the more Y/n's heart broke. Alex suffered from anxiety, so she could only imagine how he was feeling right now. Y/n bit her lip, making eye contact with Callum, he only put a finger to his lips, motioning for her to stay quiet. "Y/n, are you there-" Alex had been cut off by Callum hitting the 'end call' button. "That was so mean! He probably thinks I'm cheating on him or something!" Y/n brushed a hand through her hair. Within seconds, Y/n's phone buzzed again. This time she had received a text. It was from Alex. 'Y/n, please talk to me, I know you're there.' "I'm going to end up getting dumped by Alex by the time this is over," Y/n shook her head. "I'm texting back. 'What are you talking about? I am completely normal.' But in all caps," Callum laughed, already typing. "You're so mean!" Y/n's eyes widened. "As Alex texts back, let's look back through your texts with him," Callum smiled, beginning to scroll up. "Oh god, you two really are an adorable pair." Thank you, I guess? I mean, I don't know if we're gonna last after this video," Y/n gave a shrug as she watched Callum. "You two were literally planning a Star Wars movie marathon tonight, now I'm starting to feel shitty," Callum let out a sigh. "Honestly you two seem like such a power couple with these texts." "Thank you, can I have my phone now?" Y/n put out her hand, motioned she wanted her phone back. "I have 15 more minutes left. Now let's look at your photos!" Callum hadn't found anything special. Most photos where just screenshots of random stuff, but finally he found a photo album he really liked. "You have a photo album titled, 'Alex' with a heart emoji?" Callum grinned, already opening the album. "Oh yeah," Y/n gave a nod, smiling at the tens of photos she had of Alex. There were a decent amount of photos Y/n had taken of Alex. Some of them were funny, most of them were pretty cute. There was a photo of Alex downtown. They had been walking downtown after seeing a movie. As they were waiting to cross the street, Y/n had stolen photo of Alex smiling at her, cars were driving past in the background as the sun was halfway down. There was another photo of Alex, Y/n's hand was placed underneath his chin, squeezing his cheeks together, causing his lips to squish together. Photo after photo, each one had a special memory, it didn't matter if the memory was big or small, they were all important to Y/n. Even though she and Alex had just started dating only a few months back, there were plenty of good memories they shared. Finally, Callum finished gushing over photos, talking about how he thought Y/n and Alex were 'couple goals'. "I guess I can give you your phone back now," Callum gave a shrug as he handed Y/n's phone back to her. "I've got to go and do damage control now," Y/n sighed, already opening Twitter to delete the tweets Callum posted. "Good luck with that," Callum smiled. Callum began the outro as Y/n was texted her friends her apologies. She felt bad that Cal had texted weird shit to her friend's. 'Hey, Alex. I'm sorry about everything. I was filming a video on Callux's channel where he stole my phone for the past hour, none of that was me, I promise. I love you too much to be like that.' Within seconds, Alex had begun to type back. 'It's alright, Y/n. I'm just happy none of that was you. I love you too. Are we still on for a movie marathon tonight?' Y/n smiled at the text she received. Thank god Alex wasn't gonna hold this against her. 'Of course, I'll call you when I get in my car.' 'Okay.' Y/n placed her phone in her back pocket as Callum finished up his outro for the video. "And if you're curious where you can find Y/n, I'll be leaving a link in the description to her YouTube channel," he smiled to the camera. Y/n gave a wave, a smile appeared on her face. "This video made me anxious for an hour," Y/n spoke up. "Anyways, I'll see you guys next time!" With that, the camera was turned off.

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riotfuckery · 4 years

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Dare

Kirishima Eijiro x flirty!f!Reader

A/N: Hello beautiful readers! It’s your friendly neighborhood big tiddy goth gf with a PG-13 rated Kirishima piece! It’s nothing too crazy. Just flirting, making out (badly described but I tried!!!!) and implied sexy time. Of course all characters are 18+! I am absolutely in love with Kiri so I had to write something about him. This is my first attempt at writing something remotely smutty so enjoy!!!

Warnings: flirting, kinda sexy descriptions, implied sexy time, and a badly described make out

Taglist: @queensynderella @thedreadthread @trafalgar-temptress @kingtamakimurder @birds-have-teeth Thank you for the love and support senpais 💖🥺💖

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That devious word was one in a string as you stared at your gal pals of class 3-A. Everyone was playing truth or dare, a childish but nonetheless fun game. Things were going as you would expect they would. Momo confessing her not so obvious crush on Todoroki, Mina sending a flirty text to Sero, and even Jiro playing the shittyflute version of “my heart will go on”.

The giggly atmosphere turned dramatic as you were called up. Mina had just been dared to eat an Oreo with an ungodly amount of hot sauce by Jiro, the pink girl chugging water dramatically until she finished with a sigh. Black and yellow eyes sparkled mischievously as she locked her gaze on you cackling with a pillow clutched to your stomach.

“(Y/N)!!!!! Truth or dare?” She asked, the devious smirk on her face as she theatrically called you out.

“Dare, cmon girly, hit me with your best shot.” you smirked at her cockily, making the ‘bring it’ motion with your hands. What was the worst she could have you do? Streak around the room naked?

Her eyes lit up for a split second, an evil idea popped into her cute pink head. She was your best friend, no secrets held and boy was she going to use that to her advantage.

“I dare you, my sweet (y/n)-Chan, to sit on Kirishimas lap right now, while he’s with the rest of the boys and ask him if he hardens everywhere when he uses his quirk.” she announced, the smile on her face evil as the devil himself. She knew for a fact that you liked Kiri and her matchmaker heart couldn’t resist the temptation.

You stared at her angrily, knowing full well what she was doing. The blush on your face betraying you as it clawed it’s way to your cheeks as you heard a few “ooooohs” around the room from the other girls.

“You’re on pinky pie, let’s do this.” You challengingly grinned. You never backed down from a challenge and some crush wasn’t gonna get in the way of it. Maybe Bakugo was rubbing off on you more than you’d like to admit. Poor Kiri would be so confused and you just figured that you’ll have to explain it to him later.

Mina, Kyoka, and Ochako followed you out of the room with their phones out eagerly. The four of you made your way to the common room as you steeled your nerves. Kirishima was your personal ray of sunshine, the bright boy always being there for you when you needed that little extra push.

The thought of just sitting in his lap in front of everyone and asking him such a flirty question made something within you spark, the challenge making you smirk cockily. A devious smirk plastered on your face at the thought of making that sharp toothed boy blush.

The sound of multiple hushed giggles came from your friends as they walked behind you. If they thought they would make you stutter and blush then on god were they wrong and you were gonna give them a show as well.

All of you arrived at the common room, seeing the Bakusquad taking turns playing Mario Kart. Sero and Kaminari were both playing while yelling and bumping into each other. Bakugo and Kirishima sitting on the couch while the other two sat on the floor in front of the screen a few feet away.

The girls hid around the corner with their phones out and recording as you made your move. You didn’t wanna mess around too much so you just went right for the target.

The outfit you were wearing couldn’t have been any more perfect. A thin black tank top and a very short pair of Crimson Riot pj shorts with black knee high socks. The shorts were bright red and the back had “CRIMSON RIOT” printed on the back of them in big black letters.

“Hey boys, whatchya up to?” Your sweet voice called out. Gracefully walking behind the two boys fighting in front of the screen, you sat yourself in between Kirishima and Bakugo.

“Dunce face and soy sauce are over there HOGGING THE GAME!” The blonde boy roughly yelled out as the sound of popping came from one of his palms.

You let out a small giggle. Bakugo always amused you with his attitude but you respected him a lot. Apparently, he felt the same as you because he never really bothered you. He let out a low growl at your laugh but kept his mouth shut.

You turned toward the Kirishima, the red haired boy already blushing from your boobs peeking out of the thin black tank top you wore. He couldn’t help but take a quick glance, as much as he scolded himself for it. You were just so mesmerizing.

You gave him the “come here” wave with your index finger, smirking at the already pink cheeks of the boy. He hesitantly leaned in closer, his heart was pounding in his chest.

You gave out a light hum in contemplation. The options of just doing it now or teasing him a bit more was weighing in your head. Seeing him stutter was gonna be wonderful, but playing it out would make it a lot more fun.

Deciding to get it over with, you chose to spare the shark boy embarrassment. You couldn’t do that to your sweet and oh so manly crush. Putting on the most innocent tone you could muster, you went to complete your dare.

“Hey Kiri~ Can I ask you something?” your innocent tone affecting him more than you planned. The blush on his cheeks blossomed from a baby pink to bright pink on his handsome face.

You swung your legs over his, straddling his legs with your own and positioning yourself so you were face to face with him. The innocent facade still up as you rested your hands on his broad shoulders. He froze, his shocked and warm red eyes stared into your sparkling (e/c) ones.

You pulled yourself closer to his ear, soft lips barely brushing the appendage as you softened your voice to a whisper.

The fire in your spirit manifested in your eyes and lower belly. You glanced to the side just in case, locking eyes with Bakugo for a moment. The cheeky smirk on your face as you shot him a wink. He just continued to watch what you were up to with his own interested smirk.

“Do you harden everywhere when you use your quirk, Red Riot?~” you purred, making the words drip off your lips like honey. The heat from his face radiated off of him and on yourself, pride swelling in your chest. You pressed a quick kiss to his burning cheek in apology and moved off of the poor blushing boy.

Without so much a glance to your cute energetic crush, you walked away with an extra swing of your hips. Leaving the poor boy red faced and frozen, staring at your curvy form walking away. You catwalked your way around the corner, coming face to face with your girls.

“WOAH (Y/N)-CHAN THAT WAS SO HOT!” Mina yelled excitingly.

“You gave us quite the show, (y/n)-Chan.” Momo’s elegant voice rang out.

“That was so bold!” Ochako’s bright and bubbly voice complimented as well.

Your inner pride swelled even more at the praises, mentally patting yourself on the back for the good show. All of you went back to Momo’s room and continued your sleepover, stuffing your faces with junk food and talk of boy bands until you all called it a night and went to your own rooms to sleep.

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Flustered was an understatement for the feeling Kirishima Eijiro had after your stunt. The red on his cheeks matched his hair as he watched your perfect ass walk away so teasingly in those Crimson Riot shorts.

He may not have ranked the highest in his test scores (we don’t talk about that), but he was smart enough to know you knew what you were doing. The way you spoke right next to his ear and the way your crotch pressed into his was no coincidence.

His vermillion eyes stayed in the direction you stalked off to, a breath he didn’t know he was holding released as he watched you disappear. His mind was racing at the reasons why you would do this.

The sweet crush he had teasing him in public like this? And asking such a daring question? And leaving before he could even answer?

An amused hmph from an angry blonde shook him from his thoughts. A red brow quirked at the blonde bombshell in silent question. Bakugo wore an impressed smirk much to the redhead’s surprise.

“Cheeky brat” he amusingly scoffed. “Hey shitty hair, if you don’t take her I might give it a shot” Bakugo smirked while casually looking at the two other boys still fighting and yelling over the video game.

Kirishima’s red eyes narrowed in a silent glare at the nonchalant ash blonde. He liked you since the beginning of the school year, your willingness to never back away from a challenge but knowing your limits piqued his interest. The sweet but flirty smiles, fiery (e/c) eyes, and kind personality made him fall hard for you.

“No way, Bakubro! I’ve liked her for awhile now, I’ll make my move and show her just how manly I can be!” Kiri’s ever present friendliness shone through his determined tone with a sharp toothed smile.

»»————-　♡　————-««

After your time with the girls, you headed back to your room sleepily. Padding down the hall wrapped in a fluffy blanket and holding your pillow, a small yawn escaped your lips.

You arrived at your room, taking off your slippers and shutting your door with a loud thud. The bold dare you were challenged to flashed back as you flopped down on your bed.

‘Speechless huh? Well I would be too if that happened to me. He took it a lot better than I thought he would. What else would I expect? Him grabbing my hips and asking if I wanted to find out?’ You speculated to yourself.

An airy sigh escaped you as you flung off your fluffy blanket and went to go get ready for bed. It was only 8pm but with the eventful hangout with the girls, the bold dare that you would have to explain later, and the amount of junk food you ate, you were tired.

After grabbing your toothbrush, toothpaste, and hair bush, you slipped on your slippers and headed to the girls bathrooms. Humming a random tune as you strolled your way to the shared space, you did what you needed to and headed back up to your room.

You walked the halls normally, the thought of training tomorrow making you groan internally. You weren’t the strongest in your infamous class but you had useful quirk. Transport was what the quirk resignation office called it. A mix between telekinesis and teleportation. You could transport people and things within eyesight.

The nasty headaches you got were an awful side effect, the bigger the object meant the more painful the headache. It was useful and training was awful but you were thankful to be put in the top hero class of UA.

The tell tale bright spiky red hair of none other than Kirishima Eijiro, AKA your big time crush came into sight as you rounded the corner. He hadn’t noticed you yet because he was nervously staring at your door.

The panic set in and you quickly teleported yourself into your room. The dull throb of an oncoming headache as you landed in the center of your (f/c) and cozy room.

‘Is he coming to ask about what happened???Am I supposed to say “hey it was a dare, no hard feelings right?” I MEAN YEAH BUT I DIDNT MEAN TO MAKE A SHOW OUT OF IT! OF COURSEEEE I HAD TO GET COCKY AND GIVE THEM A SHOW!” You screeched in your head.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. The worry now fading away and the dull throb in your head slowly disappearing. The ensuing silence made you raise a brow confusingly at your door.

He stared at the other side of the plain piece of wood with no plan and his nervous system in a frenzy. What was he gonna say to you? Was he gonna ask you on a date? Was he gonna try and make you blush?

A quick but sharp knock chased off your confusion. You shook off your nerves for a quick second before you gracefully sat down on your bed with your legs crossed. With a quick clearing of your throat, you called out.

“Come in!” Your sweet voice rang out. Kirishima’s brain turned to scrambled eggs. ‘What am I gonna do? I have NO PLAN! So unmanly! Ugh’ he internally panicked throughout the chaos in his head.

He entered your cozy room and quietly shut the door behind him. The nervousness weighing on him like heavy blanket as he stood anxious in your entranceway.

“Hey Kiri! What’s up?” You happily greeted him, like nothing ever happened in the common room.

Nervousness was replaced with confusion at your happy tone. The familiarity taking over his body as he visibly relaxed. You and Kiri were only friends, much to both of your guys’ disappointment. He visited your room plenty of times to study when he didn’t feel like being beat up by Bakugo.

“Hey! Uhhhh- I was just wondering, what was that out there?” He nervously spat out. It was the only logical thing he could manage to piece together in his frazzled mind.

Your outfit and posture didn’t help his nerves, the crimson riot shorts and thin black tank top made his palms sweat. Your plush thighs crossed just made them just look so much more biteable.

“Oh? That whole thing was a dare, you know girls sleepover thing.” You nonchalantly said as you uncrossed your legs and made your way up to the cute red head.

Playful (e/c) eyes met red ones as you looked up at him through your lashes. The fire was back again and burning brighter then ever, coursing through your veins and boiling your blood ever so sweetly.

“Didn’t mean to embarrass you cutie pie, so no hard feelings alright?” Standing up on the tips of your toes, you leaned forward and pressed another kiss on his cheek.

You couldn’t help but tease him, the wonder of whether he would melt into a puddle or turning the tables and making you blush had you feeling hot and bothered. ‘Let’s see how manly he could be’ the devious thought popped up in your pretty little head.

A sharp toothed smirk made its way onto his handsome face. He knew what game you were playing and he was willing to play along. But he wanted to win. Red eyes met mischievous (e/c) ones as you once again gazed at him, now down on your feet fully.

“Embarrassed? Not at all angel face, just a bit surprised is all. When a sexy little thing like you sits on my lap out of nowhere, what guy wouldn’t be shocked. Now to answer your question babygirl, do you wanna find out now or later?” his deepened voice came out smooth as silk.

Large warm hands moved from his sides and slid from the bottom of those tiny red shorts with a feather light touch to your hips. Grabbing them firmly as he pressed your body close to his as he spoke.

Your lust filled lidded eyes met his own. Red eyes almost glowing with burning desire as he teased you. You pressed your chest against his as you leaned up and ever so slowly leaned in toward his soft lips.

Noses lightly brushed up against each other before you stopped. “Cmon Red Riot~, show me how unbreakable you can be.” You teased back, the little game of cat and mouse making you rub your thighs together in anticipation.

Sharp teeth clashed against yours in a desperate and frenzied kiss, immediately kissing him back just as feverishly as you slid your hands up his broad chest and tangled your hands in his red hair.

His warm tongue swiped your bottom lip, silently asking for permission to enter. You happily invited him in as you parted your plush lips for him.

He explored your mouth eagerly, dominating and exploring what you had to offer with a low groan. You tugged on his hair as he gripped your hips tighter, letting out your own moan at his actions.

Unfortunately you both needed to breathe so you pulled apart, out of breath and with blushes on your face.

“I may be unbreakable, but your bed isn’t. Let’s see if you can keep up, dollface~” he smirked before he brought you in for another heated kiss.

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ivyglow · 4 years

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break a leg - but not literally - Mat Barzal NYI

Author notes: Better late than never, huh?! Thank you for the like and reblogs in the Up all night one shot, hope you guys like this one as much. Tell me if there are some grammar mistakes so I can correct, requests are open and feedback is always appreciated!

Word count: 1.531

Request/summary: Could you write about Barzy breaking his leg? Poor bby is in a ton of pain but his gf is there for him and helps him with everything? Thanks so much

When Mat woke up that morning he was on cloud nine to look at his side and see y/n. The season had started and so the away games which made the contact between the couple a little less than the usual. But being in this relationship for 2 years teach them some tricks to be together like the one in this week, where y/n was able to get the most part of her stuff done at college and some days off from work to travel with the team at least for one game.

And that’s the game where Mat was giving all his effort, coming from a loss against the Maple Leafs he was decided to win tonight and so far things were doing OK since whenever he felt nervous he would spot her pretty smile in the middle of the crowd.

Y/n was wearing the orange and blue shirt with Mathew’s number in the back, curly strands of hair eventually coming to her face, although never taking away her attention, so when Mat and Anders got close to the net she and some of the others Isles fans were already up. What they were not expecting was to things got out of control when a player from the Rangers bumped into Mat and suddenly his body was shoved in the direction of the boards, half of him taking the net from the place, puck getting lost in the mess of people around the ice and then the dead silence from everyone including the crowd.

She can almost count the seconds after when everything looks like a slow-motion movie scene and her boyfriend doesn’t get up. His body facing the ground, his stick not even close to his hands and everyone knew he wasn’t asking for it when his palm hit the ice repeatedly and he takes off his helmet.

Just like this, the game comes to a stop.

Anders crouching down beside his teammate and screaming for people to bring the doctors, voice being heard easily throw the dead silence in the arena while two Rangers players skate do the bench and bring their own doctor as fast as they can. It turns almost impossible to see Mat in the sea of players and staff members around him, she doesn’t know how much time passed until he was being lifted and placed in a stretcher. Y/n’s eyes start to glisten with tears and before she could give one more step out of her seat space Tito is in the glass making a sign for her to go to the dressing room.

Dizzy and almost crying she starts walking towards the entrance of the place already listening to Mat frantic sounds of pain.

“Mathew!!” she whisper-screamed stopping by his side. The doctor and staff taking off his shin pads while he sighed.

“This shit hurts so much” he was able to speak properly while reaching for her hand to hold.

“I’m here, I won’t leave, It’s okay” she tried to calm him down, his eyes were as glisten as hers and thought he was the one feeling the pain she could sense the ache in her heart.

But right now y/n knew she needed to pass some kind of confidence to her boyfriend, everyone around was already losing their heads and they weren’t even sure what the hell of injury was.

His face was red and the veins could be seen through his neck.

“It’s broken, we’ve gotta run the hospital as fast as possible” the old man finally said receiving a nod from the other doctor in the room.

“Fuck!” Mat muttered. “Don’t leave, don’t leave, please” he begged while gripping her hand tighter.

Y/n wasn’t aware of how much it hurts, but she would easily change place with him so that she wouldn’t need to look at his painful face.

“Babe, I won’t leave. Breathe, you need to breathe, ok?”

He nods and it takes less than five minutes to the room starts to empty once the ambulance was already waiting for them. Once again she was by his side while paramedics work their magic so Mat would feel less pain.

…

The next day when Mat woke up he wasn’t that happy with the image around. His leg was held up in the air with a white cast around it, he was dressed in hospital clothes and y/n wasn’t sleeping by his side as obvious. She was sitting in an uncomfortable position at the small couch in the room.

She spent the night?! He questions himself before trying and failing to sit, letting out a groan of pain.

“Mathew?! You’re awake. Want me to call the doctor? Are you feeling better??” y/n’s light sleep were interrupted and she was fast to jump beside his bed.

“I...I’m okay, yeah, it still hurts like hell but not as bad as last night..” he reached for her hand and before she could say something else he started again “speaking of night, you slept on that couch?! Babe, you should have just laid here with me or I don’t know, went to the hotel and get back early in the morning.”

She shakes her head no and bends down to plant a kiss in his cheekbones.

“I told you I would not leave you alone. Also, it’s impossible to sleep in peace knowing you’re in the hospital, c’mon”

He wasn’t able to contradict her knowing she was right.

“You’re hungry??”

“Starving” he sighs and she smiles.

“I’m gonna call the nurse so she can bring your meds and breakfast and buy something for me in the canteen”

“No Cheetos and Soda...actually, you ate something last night, babe?!” Mat asks and y/n looks away dodging the question and leaving the room, she knew he would flip if she told him she wasn’t capable of eating nor drinking anything.

Y/n called the nurse and bought her breakfast (some fruit salad and a big cup of coffee), eating a little too fast and right after walking back to his room.

They spent the rest of the day at the hospital, Mat occasionally watching the game he was supposed to attend today and pouting about the loss of the other night. Quoting him “I broke my leg and we didn’t even win”. It was almost midnight when he received permission to go home and so as tiring as it sounds they went to the hotel only to get their stuff and head straight to the airport, Mat needed the comfort of his home and so did y/n and since the doctor was okay with the short flight there was nothing holding the couple back.

…

One week into the healing process and Mathew was already wanting to stand up, do stuff, give y/n some headache of worry. In the first days, he enjoyed to stay in bed as long as his girl was with him, but when y/n needed to work and go to classes he would be like a lonely puppy requesting her the second she stepped in the door.

Their favorite playlist was playing while y/n prepared dinner and his meds, Mat had an appointment the next morning so he could start physiotherapy and have a better clue about his healing time process. He was supposed to be in bed and don’t put his foot in the ground at any cost, but there was Mathew jumping in one foot to the kitchen until he reaches the stools.

“Mathew Barzal!! You know you can’t keep walking around like his, damn babe…” she sighs.

“I didn’t want to be alone in the bedroom” he looks at her cutting onions and gives his best smile.

“You’re such a baby”

“I’m not into this kind o kinky, but we could try...I mean, I always thought you would prefer me as dominant you know, that daddy kinky stuff.” he jokes.

Y/n laughs out loud and he feels warm inside being the reason for her happiness and finally able to see her relax.

“You’re a walking joke!”

“Still you love me”

She rolls her eyes playfully and keeps preparing dinner.

“You know, I was wondering…” Y/n starts out of the blue.

“Mhmm”

“Last week when I told you ‘break a leg’ at the game, I didn’t mean it literally”

“C’mon, you’ve gotta be kidding me” he suppresses the laugh at her terrible joke and huffs.

“I’m gonna have to remember myself not to use expressions with you, I mean just imagine I’m telling you that I killed two birds with one stone and you actually believing I killed innocent animals.”

“Who’s the walking joke now huh?!!” he rolled his eyes and she ran to plant a kiss into his rosy lips.

They laugh softly between the kiss and y/n holds his face close. The atmosphere got hot, but before y/n could say something Mat was faster to notice it was the food in the pan.

“If you didn’t check the stove now we’re probably burning this place down and I mean it like literally” is his turn to joke.

#mat barzal #mathew barzal #mathew barzal imagine #mat barza imagine #nhl imagines #anthony beauvillier #new york islanders #hockey imagine #mat barzal request #mels writing

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tobin-heaths · 4 years

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Steamy (NSFW)

request: Maybe something involving steamy, rough shower sex and biting to keep quiet to not get caught. Top Hope, stong goalie gf basically pinning R against the shower wall and ravishing her.(It can be in a shared hotel room or locker room after practice) they almost get caught but Hope doesn't stop, even teases reader and speaking erotically/dirty.

pairing: Hope Solo x Reader

words: 1612

Panting you hurried into the locker room and slammed the door shut, leaning against it you tried your hardest to calm down.

You were so turned on, your panties probably a wet mess, your legs shaking and your face was flushed.

To anyone else it appeared like you were overly exhausted from training but no, oh no, Hope and you knew that wasn't true.

Your eyes scanned the room, luckily most of the players have already left. You had stayed behind to wait for Hope since you would be leaving together anyways.

Closing your eyes you thought back to the moment just a second ago.

"You know you're pretty obvious right?" Abby walked up to you resting comfortably on the grass.

"Jesus, you scared the crap outta me." Your body twitched in surprise, one hand grabbing your left chest area.

"Stop being so dramatic," She laughed and sat down next to you. "What's going on here, lil one?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Oh really? So you're telling me I didn't just catch you undressing Hope from all the way over here?" Abby looked at you with a raised eyebrow and a huge smirk.

"Oh my god, can you stop," You groaned in embarrassment. "I did not undress her with my eyes." You protested.

Your eyes wandered back over to where Hope was currently taking a small break sipping from her water as Ash went to work.

"It's happening again, love bird," She said and giggled. "I'll leave you to it." Abby stood up patting your shoulder as a goodbye and walked over to Carli and Becky.

And yes, you were ogling Hope because why wouldn't you? She was wearing one of her tank tops, her muscular arms on display.

There was so much happening that at one point it got too much for your poor gay brain.

Hope's arms flexed delightedly, her skin covered in a thin layer of sweat, her big gloved hands catching the ball any chance she got.

It made you think about what her hands and arms are capable of, wether that might be soccer or anything else.

Alyssa was shooting the ball and Hope was diving left and right, her groans whenever she hit the ground music to your ears.

Your poor body was tensed, your balled fists grabbing the grass roughly, as if that could ever save you.

Damn her, why did she have to wear a top and shorts today? She might as well play naked then.

You didn't know what was going on but everything Hope did seemed to turn you on today. You swallowed hard and tried to calm your nerves.

Unbeknownst to you Hope knew about the effect she had on you, thoroughly enjoying it. It was easy for her to catch you checking her out, any other player could easily see that.

Hope used that chance and teased you to no end, groaning twice as loud and much every time she fell, flexing her arms, lifting up her top to look at her stomach abs. The list was endless.

You wanted to run away, back to safety, away from your dirty thoughts but your body was glued to the grass.

Hope seemed to be done with her training now, high-fiving Ash and Alyssa she began walking in your direction, a bottle of water in one hand and her gloves in the other.

Her predatory grin and that mischievous glint in her eye told you she knew all about it, a promise of what was to come once she gets you alone.

With eyes wide open and cheeks flushed you quickly scrambled off the ground and ran back to the locker room.

Feeling relieved that you were alone you dropped your cleats and went into the bathroom to take a cold shower.

You knew Hope would arrive sooner or later and then it would be over and done for you but you couldn't stand to wait any longer, like you were hiding from a predator, just waiting to get pounced on.

Taking off all your clothes you stepped under the ice cold water, goosebumps rising along your skin, from your shoulders to your legs.

The feeling was refreshing but also not really helping at all.

You pressed both hands against the tiled wall and held your head under the water. "Decided to take a shower without me? That's not very kind, is it, babygirl?"

Hope's voice and sudden presence behind you startled you, wanting to turn around to face her but she wouldn't let you. Her naked, strong body roughly shoved you against the wall and held your arms behind your back.

You groaned as your cheek made contact the tiles.

"Say, baby. Did you get all hot and bothered watching me work out?" She asked with a grin you weren't able to see.

"Uhhh– I- no, not exactly." You lied, mentally slapping yourself for such a cheap lie.

Hope chuckled and swept the wet hair away from your neck, pressing her lips to your cold skin, delicately kissing it with her lips until she reached your ear, smiling as you whimpered.

"Do you know what I think though? I think you're so turned on you had to run away from me." She whispered into your ear.

At the same time one hand went around to the front of your body and between your slightly spread thighs, easily finding the wetness that was collecting in between.

You held a desperate moan back and pushed into her body.

"I've been waiting for this all day." She said and roughly kneaded your ass, even spanking it.

"Hope, please. Don't tease." You begged and closed your eyes in pleasure.

Staying quiet she placed one hand on your hips and the other went back in between your legs to circle your needy clit.

The feeling was overwhelming, Hope and you hadn't been able to fuck for the last week, so all your pent up horny emotions made this twice as good. Your hands clawed the wall, anything to not get swallowed by the intense pleasure.

Her rough goalie hand kneaded one of your breasts, flicking and twisting your nipple until it hurt, sending shocks of pleasure straight to your pussy.

"Yes, just like that! Don't stop!" You moaned, throwing your head back against her shoulder.

Hope smirked and enjoyed having you at her mercy in such a public space, secretly hoping someone would walk in and just catch the two of you. She loved to show you off, no shame in that.

True to that the door to the locker room opened and her hand quickly covered your mouth. "That was a great practice. Can't wait to get back to the room though, my legs are killing me." Your eyes widened as you heard the voice of Carli and what had to be Abby's laugh.

Footsteps seemed to grow closer and you started struggling against Hope as she didn't seem to slow her movements down, no, she only doubled her effort and inserted two fingers into your wet heat.

You cried out against her palm and rocked against her hand as much as you could without your legs giving out. Luckily Hope had you trapped in between herself and the wall.

"That's right baby, moan for me." She whispered and fucked you roughly. Oh how she enjoyed this.

The moment Abby heard one of them showers running and seeing that pile of clothes in front of it, it was clear what was actually happening and so she made sure to drag Carli out as soon as possible.

You couldn't lie, getting fucked in shower by freaking Hope Solo while there were other people in the room had you insanely turned on.

Her fingers hit your sweet spot repeatedly with the right amount of pressure. "Hope!" Her hand muffled your small scream of pleasure.

"What's the matter baby? Like getting fucked in the open like this? Where everybody could easily see what a little slut you are?" She laughed and removed her hand when it was clear that they had left the room.

Her hands turned you around and slammed you back into the wall while she wrapped one of your legs around her waist.

Wasting no time she shoved her fingers back into your pussy and rubbed your clit with her thumb.

Your mouth hung open, your eyes rolling back into your head as she hit your g-spot and simultaneously bit your neck, rolling her tongue over the faint marks that would for sure take the form of a big hickey later on.

"Are you gonna cum for me, baby?" She asked and wrapped her hand around your throat as you nodded, not able to form any words.

She quickened her pace and it didn't take long for you to reach an orgasm.

A few more rubs on your swollen clit and the hand around your neck that was stopping the blood flow to your brain made you tense up, your head falling onto her shoulder and biting it to muffle your loud scream as you finally climaxed.

"That's it baby. Good job! You looked so pretty coming for me like that." She praised you, pressing her lips onto yours.

Turning the water from cold to warm she picked you up and placed both of your legs around her middle, holding your ass and letting you warm up for a second.

"That was- intense." You said, taking a minute to get your breathing back to normal.

"It was. You know Abby caught us, right? She'll tease us relentlessly for the next week." Both of you giggled at that.

"It was worth it."

#hope solo imagines #uswnt imagines #hope solo #uswnt

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vinylhazza · 4 years

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Imagine Graysons gf is an architect or civil engineering. Helping them with the moving home (van). That would be so funny. The boys wanting to do it like they want and y/n standing there and thinking wtf. Like “hey, I’m here the architect/ civil engineering. And boys that won’t fit in there.” And gray being: “and I love to build. Babe, it’s gonna fit.” And Ethan “yeah, trust us..” and after preparing the things the boys check that u were right but they didn’t wanna tell u.

a couple hours ago

“okay so here it is! we already have a layout of everything i just wanted to let you see it,” grayson explains, placing a kiss against the heated skin of your cheek.

but of course you know that isn’t true. you know you’re here to help because he’d been laying sneaky notes around the house for weeks about your “marvelous degree” and what an “asset” it would be if you would “help him with something”. he wasn’t the most subtle of men. but then again neither was ethan when he came right out and asked you to help them today. at least he’s upfront.

you didn’t mind though, you knew they would try and cram whatever they could into this van and make it the hardest living space known to man. if you could make it easier on you while you all traveled the country, you were okay with that. it was a big van, you had to admit - but not big enough for their much larger ideas.

“c’mere let me show you what we have and tell me what you think,” grayson continues, unwrapping his sturdy arms from your waist to drift over to the table sitting next to the van - a diagram is spread out on the slab of wood, and you can already tell he’s trying to do the most.

before you can say a thing, he begins explaining everything from the beds to the storage space, privacy, and ideas for lighting that won’t run down the battery significantly. you wait patiently while both ethan and grayson bounce their ideas off one another, getting into a little argument about which side they claim before apologizing quickly after. they know how much you hate their pointless bickering.

their hands are animated, voices raising, so excited to show you what they have figured out…that it sort of makes you feel bad that you’re going to have to knock down some of their dreams about the van. it’s not that the ideas weren’t great - because they were - it’s just that…they think there is much more room than there is.

but you waited until they finished and removed their hands from the detailed diagram to look at you before you begin talking. graysons face falls when he sees your hesitation.

“what’s wrong? you don’t like it?” he sputters, elbowing ethan when he mutters “told you so” under his breath.

grayson is a fabulous builder, you have to give him that. most of the time he is wonderful with knowing proportions and understanding that you simply don’t have room for everything you want. there are ways to have the things you want without cramming so many things into one place.

“i love it gray…but you aren’t going to have enough room,” you sigh, not wanting to see the sad puppy dog look on his face after you tell him your professional opinion.

“what do you mean? this mattress will go here, this one will go here, and then we have this little cabinet and a fridge right here-” he tries swaying you by pointing to places he’s already shown you. you nod along once again.

“yeah i get that babe but…once again, you won’t have room for all that. dual purpose building is going to be your best bet. you want a table and a bed - you can have both if you do this wisely. i can show you if you want?” you shrug your shoulders, knowing it’s frustrating for him to have mapped it all out and get hyped up to show you just to have his architect girlfriend come in and step on it - but you’re just trying to stop him from sabotaging the project.

grayson rounds the table once again while ethan goes to play with his new friend, a small cat he found hiding by some wood in the corner. his hands are placed on your shoulders to give you a gentle massage, reassuring you only the tiniest bit.

“i hear what you’re saying…but i love building and i really think i got this down to a science. it’s gonna fit,” he chuckles, calling your bluff.

“yeah trust us,” ethan calls from his perched position, hand gliding down the fuzzy back of a cat.

“whatever you say g, let me know when you’re smushed and can’t move. I have a lunch date with my mom though so i’ll be back in a bit?” you laugh, knowing he’s bullshitting you. I mean…you would kind of know if something wasn’t going to fit. it’s literally your profession to make sure everything having to do with something being built - aka a living space - is up to par. but you’ll let them find out on their own.

“you’re gonna be so proud. have fun, love you,” he grins, kissing your lips and patting your butt while you walk away, earning a little squeal from you.

“bye bitchface,” you call to ethan before walking from the shop, knowing if they continue with the plan they have - they will regret it.

if there was one thing grayson hated more than anything, it was admitting he was wrong about building something. he spent nearly an hour looking over the plan he spent so long coming up with - only for he and ethan to measure everything out and discover that you were right. you were fucking right and that was so annoying. not because you were right but because he was so confident and now he just felt like an idiot.

“god dammit,” grayson mutters, slamming his hands down on the table with a rising temper. he and ethan had tried everything to make their plan work - but the measurements just weren't there. he would have to go with the new plan and he hated to say it but he really wanted to know what idea you were going on about earlier.

“it’s fine bro, it happens. just let her help?” ethan chuckles with a pat on his back right when you come strutting back through the shop door with a dazzling smile and a welcoming kiss for your pouty looking man.

his bottom lip is poked out into a grumpy pout, his head hung over the new diagram you’d noticed when you walked into the door. there were definitely more scribbles and things crossed out than when you left. you’d had a pleasant time with your mother, chatting her up about how amazing grayson was, just girl talk. but you had been eager to get back and see if you had been right about your philosophy on lack of space. seems like you were.

“so did you guys come up with something or did it end up working out for you?” you smile knowingly up at him, arm swung around his hip while you examine if he’s going to try and fib or not.

“uh...well...it’s kind of complicated you see-”

“what grayson is trying to say it that you were right and he was wrong and we had to come up with a new game plan,” ethan speaks over his brother, earning himself a glare from gray in the process. you would have no know anyway, “we kind of need your help with that dual purpose thingy you were talking about.”

“hm” you hum, nodding. you knew it was going to happen anyway. fortunately you had drawn out your own little plan while sitting with your mother at lunch. she knew it was just who you are and what you do, so she didn’t mind when you cleared the table to lay out the large piece of paper that was folded into your purse, sketching out your own plan that was sure to work.

you swing your purse off your shoulder for it to land over the diagram. you reach a hand inside to pull out your own sketch of the van, laying it into grayson’s large hand with a smile.

“i’m still very proud of you, but this is what I was thinking,” you reassure him, kissing at his cheek right by the clear safety glasses that rested on his face.

“let’s see it,” ethan perks up, setting down the cat to lean his elbows on the table, just in time for grayson to unfold the sheet and have it neatly splayed out on the table over the old plan.

it was amazing. I mean of course it was amazing you had a fucking gift and he couldn't deny that. you captured the vision of what he wanted from the very beginning and he was shocked speechless while he looked down at the frayed piece of paper from going all around LA in your purse. you even put a mushy little scribble about how handsome he was and how good he looked while he built the van and made it perfect - earning a gagging sound from ethan next to you.

“shut up bitch not like you haven't gotten a mushy note from your girlfriend before, I would know,” you narrow your eyes at him, having seen the notes that his girlfriend leaves for him every morning before work. she’d helped her with them a few times for God’s sake. they were very good friends so it wasn’t a shocker from ethan to know that she had seen them. he still took the chance to flip her off.

“wait baby this is so amazing,” grayson is speechless, pulling you in for a hug so tight you have to tap at his shoulder for him to let go, “thank you so much angel.”

“no biggie, just a little somethin’,” you giggle, ethan pulling you into a hug shortly after.

“no really thank you so much this is great! we have everything we need plus a little wiggle room,” they both gush, running to the van with the paper to try and imagine what it would look like.

you spend the rest of the day picking out fabrics, measuring out the new plan, and making sure that everything fits before they finally get started with the crew to bring the van to life.

a few days later and it’s finished . it is exactly what you imagined it would be. perfect for the four of you surprisingly. it felt like a stretch that grayson, you, ethan, and kyle would all stay in one van but with your plan it actually ended up being perfect. they finally understood your dual purpose example - loving that the table could actually lower down and turn into a queen size bed. killing two birds with one stone is what you were good at.

is was grayson and ethan that did most of the work, along with the crew of course. it wasn't like you minded getting your hands dirty, grayson was just very particular about how he wanted to build things so you left him to have his fun with ethan. it was their video of course. what the fans didn't know didn't hurt them. you were just excited you could get creative juices flowing again, meaning the video will be the greatest it can be, meaning you’d be on the road very soon and be on the adventure you’ve been looking forward to for so long.

#asks #gray!concepts #grayson!concepts

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artificialqueens · 4 years

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Treat me how you want to be treated (branjie) - writworm42

N/A: Bc the only thing hotter than a stud is her high femme gf making her stud call her daddy. For Holtz, also thank you Holtz for beta-ing fdhsjfkhdsjk

Title from B.I.T.C.H. by Megan Thee Stallion

So far, Brooke and Vanessa’s anniversary couldn’t be going better. Vanessa had planned everything in advance to make sure of it, but still—she can’t help but be a little impressed with herself, because up until now, no plans that she’s ever tried to execute have ever unfolded so seamlessly.

She had gotten Brooke up early and driven her to the spa they’re spending their weekend at, a little place by a hot spring out in the countryside that Brooke had been absolutely overjoyed to see. They’d had lunch out on the terrace while watching birds fly and flowers rustling in the wind, and before a day full of pampering finishing off with a special three course dinner Vanessa had specially prepared a menu for, making sure all of Brooke’s favourites were on it. Brooke had loved it all, had gushed and giggled and kissed Vanessa excitedly at every new surprise she’d revealed for her.

But there’s still one more surprise that Vanessa hasn’t mentioned yet, and even though she practically drags Brooke back to their room after they’ve watched the moon rise higher and higher in the sky, she can’t help but feel as if it hasn’t come soon enough.

Call her selfish, but hey. It’s her anniversary, too.

Small raindrops have already started to scatter themselves on the window overlooking the spa grounds, the hot spring, the terrace where they’d eaten, and the sprawling trails for outdoor yoga and long mid-day walks. Vanessa had booked the room specifically for the view, and Brooke had absolutely loved it when they had come in to drop off their luggage earlier this morning. And thankfully, she still seems to love it just as much now as she joins Vanessa at the window, placing a hand up against the cool glass.

“I bet it’d be amazing to be in the hot spring when it’s raining.” Brooke sighs, watching as the raindrops against the window become fatter, faster, racing against each other in an ebb and flow that always results in them joining one mutual stream.

She doesn’t know why, but watching it makes Vanessa want to kiss Brooke even more.

She settles instead for walking to where Brooke is, wrapping her arms around her, getting up on her tiptoes to press her lips to the nape of Brooke’s neck.

“I think I have something even better than that for you, if you want.” Vanessa whispers, and Brooke shivers, making Vanessa’s heart swell with affection. “I want you to wait right here while I get you something, ‘kay, baby?”

Brooke doesn’t respond, only nods, swallows hard in a mix of excitement and nervousness, eager to find out what exactly Vanessa has planned. It’s cute, and Vanessa can’t risk stroking Brooke’s cheek, guiding her chin down to give her a soft, teasing kiss and a squeeze on the ass as a parting gift.

When Vanessa emerges again, Brooke is sitting patiently on the bed, hands fiddling on her lap as if she knows that if she doesn’t keep them busy, they’ll wind up getting her in a lot of trouble. Vanessa smirks a little as she slides onto the bed next to her girl, giggling when Brooke starts a little at her sudden presence.

“Aww, what’s wrong, angel? Were you thinkin’ about me while I was gone?” Vanessa drops the crinoline-wrapped package in Brooke’s eager hands that tear and dig through the paper with abandon until they finally reveal what the gift has in store.

“Looks like I’m not the only one with sex on the brain.” Brooke teases as she holds up the lingerie, red and lacy and barely-there, just the way Vanessa likes her dressed. Vanessa only shrugs, wraps her arms around Brooke’s waist and pulls her close.

“Sweetheart, you put sex on my mind since the moment I met you.” Vanessa mutters against Brooke’s lips, just close enough to graze with her own but not enough to fully close the distance, and when Brooke tries, a firm hand on her chest stops her.

“Put it on first, kitten. Go on, you know daddy doesn’t like to wait.”

Brooke raises an eyebrow, grabs Vanessa’s wrist and strokes it with her thumb as she clicks her tongue. “You’re so funny, thinking you call the shots.”

“We’ll see, baby girl. We’ll see.”

“Guess we will.”

Without any other word, Brooke saunters off to the bathroom to change, making sure Vanessa is watching her ass as she goes.

Brooke takes her sweet time getting out of the bathroom, a move that Vanessa intends to file away for later, hold against her in the form of swats on her ass and teeth against her collarbone. But all those plans fly out the window when Brooke finally reemerges, and Vanessa sees just what had been taking her so long.

Brooke is a vision in lace, her lips matching the deep scarlet of her lingerie and a pair of red stockings and garters framing her legs. Her hair is already tied back in a ponytail, a long strand of her locks twirly on the end of her finger as she walks back towards Vanessa, climbs onto her lap and guides her chin up to look her in the face.

“What’s wrong, daddy?” Brooke bats her eyes innocently, but the smile on her face betrays her scheming, her knowledge of exactly what’s going on, what she’s doing to Vanessa. “You seem a little distracted.”

“I wonder why.” Vanessa lets out a breathy laugh against Brooke’s skin, beginning to graze her lips along the line of Brooke’s neck.

“Oh?” Brooke laughs, grinds down a little harder, a little slower. “Do you like it when I dance for you, daddy? Makes you feel all nice?”

“ Fuck yeah.” Vanessa starts, beginning to move her hands up Brooke’s legs, over her thighs, towards her ass. But she doesn’t get anything else out, doesn’t get a chance to move her hands anywhere further along Brooke’s body; because Brooke grabs her hands, forcing her backwards and using her height and strength to pin Vanessa down on the bed and box her in to keep her there.

“You’re so easy.” Brooke purrs, her grip tightening when Vanessa squirms.

“I’m so getting you back for this.” Vanessa grunts, but the threat is half-assed; because fuck it, she can’t fight anymore, not when Brooke grinds down again, swallows Vanessa’s would-be protests with a searing kiss.

“Mhmmm.” Brooke smirks against Vanessa’s lips, and she can feel the taller woman’s waxy lipstick rubbing off on her own mouth, can taste the cigarettes she’s not to be smoking on her tongue when she licks along Vanessa’s bottom lip, pulls at it with her teeth. “We’ll see, kitten. We’ll see.”

Vanessa doesn’t respond, only whimpers. She can already feel wetness beginning to gather between her legs, arousal curling in her belly and making it hard to lie still. Brooke must notice, because she teases more, grabs a firm hold of Vanessa’s throat and deepens her kisses.

“My, my.” Brooke’s breath is hot against Vanessa’s skin, sending a shiver down the younger woman’s skin. “Tell me again, who was supposed to call the shots?”

Vanessa squirms more, the challenge only serving to increase the need burning between her legs.

“You’re so cute like this, sweetheart. Coming in here all big and bad, trying to act like you didn’t know you were gonna wind up under me. Didn’t hold up long, did it, huh?”

“I–” Vanessa gasps, but then Brooke is letting go of her neck, replacing her hand’s grip with soothing, sucking kisses, and her breath catches in her throat.

“Speak up, darling. Who’s in charge?”

“You are.” Vanessa whimpers as Brooke presses a knee between her legs, adding pressure where Vanessa needs it most.

“I am, what?” Brooke challenges with more pressure up against Vanessa’s cunt and a sharp nip at her collarbone.

Vanessa’s cheeks burn with shame and embarrassment, but she has to say it, fuck, she wants to say it, if it’ll keep this going. “ Daddy .”

“There we go, much better.” Brooke laughs. “That wasn’t so hard, was it, baby?”

Vanessa shakes her head, grinds down on Brooke’s knee, and thankfully, Brooke lets her, beaming as she watches Vanessa slowly lose her grip.

“So desperate for me, I love it.” Brooke traces along the waistband of Vanessa’s shorts, pulls at the hem of her t-shirt. “But I think you’re wearing too much, don’t you, angel? How ‘bout we get you out of all this, get you nice and ready for daddy?”

Vanessa swallows hard, her mouth going dry as Brooke gets ahead of herself, goes from teasing to pulling, slowly stripping Vanessa as if she already knows the answer to her own question, because she does.

“ Please , daddy. Please.”

Brooke doesn’t take off Vanessa’s shirt–she knows Vanessa wouldn’t want it, that it would bring her just a hair too much out of her comfort zone. Instead, she focuses on Vanessa’s lower half, pulling off her shorts and throwing them somewhere in the room. Vanessa’s boxers follow suit, and then she’s laying bare, vulnerable, open and exposed for Brooke to play with.

“Such a pretty little pussy.” Brooke muses, running two fingers up Vanessa’s slit, rubbing around her folds. “All pink and swollen for me…”

“Daddy, please—“ Vanessa starts to beg again, but her plea is cut off by a gasp as Brooke finally moves to her throbbing clit.

Brooke is merciless, she always has been - once she starts going at Vanessa’s clit, it’s almost as if she’s in a trance, focused purely on Vanessa’s gasps, her moans, every little buck of her hips or curl of her toes as Brooke goes faster, presses harder, encourages her more and more.

“That’s it, baby, you’re doing so good, keep moaning for me, keep making those pretty little noises. God, you’re so fucking sexy, fuck , kitten, that’s it…”

“Please,” Vanessa sobs, cutting through the adrenaline and arousal before she loses herself completely, “Please Brooke, please daddy, I need to come, I need to come, please let me come—“

“Come for me, angel. You’ve earned it.”

Vanessa doesn’t think when she comes, barely even feels—all she knows is she’s overwhelmed, a mess of pleasure and excitement and pride as Brooke whispers praises against her neck, rubs her through her orgasm to bring her down gently.

“ Fuck. ” Vanessa laughs, her breath ragged. “I think that’s the best one you’ve ever given me.”

“Glad to hear it.” Brooke giggles, moving up to hold Vanessa close, and lies down next to her and strokes her hair as she catches her breath.

“You don’t want me to return the favour or anything?” Vanessa looks up at Brooke after a moment, watching as the blonde winks, grins widely.

“Oh, I do. But let’s rest for a moment first, huh? We got all night to play, might as well cuddle a bit, too.”

Brooke has a point, and far be it from Vanessa to resist being cradled in Brooke’s arms, nuzzling against her chest.

“Happy anniversary, baby.” Brooke whispers softly, kissing the top of Vanessa’s head, and Vanessa swears she can hear Brooke’s heart speed up a little when she sighs out contentedly, snuggles in a little more.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” Vanessa mutters, hugging Brooke tight and pressing a soft kiss onto her skin, heart soaring when Brooke’s heartbeat speeds up again.

“I love you, too.”

#rpdr fanfiction #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #branjie #lesbian au #smut #writworm42 #tw daddy kink

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let-sanji-say-fuck · 5 years

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Hi boo. I first read „let sanji fuck“ and I was like Hell yeah! I should really start to read better 😄 anyways. Could I have hcs on Sanji, Kid, Marco and Law about how they would react if some other guys would hit on their girlfriend really aggressively and the gf feels clearly uncomfortable? Good luck with the blog ❤️

Heck yeah, let Sanji fuck works too. And sure thing you can! Thanks a lot for the warm welcome, cute nonnie! Hope these are good~!

Warnings: sexual harassment and stalking mentions. Always stay safe folks.

Sanji

Being the clingy type, Sanji is going to be very aware of whenever someone approaches his lover. As much as he hates to admit it (because it’s barely gentlemanly), he’s overcome with jealousy if other males start to hog her attention, but also trusts his s/o and will let her handle the situation if the newcomer seems innocent about his intentions. It’s just small chat, isn’t it?

He’s going to stay around just in case. Generally, straying too far from his lover can make him sulk deeply, and knowing that she’s in the company of another man doesn’t ease his sorrow in the slightest. He doesn’t care he’s pacing and his arms are full with grocery bags, and neither does he pay mind to the weird looks he gets from the pedestrians, watching over his s/o is his absolute priority.

Sanji is incredibly observant. It can take so little as a slight twitch of her brow or a low, awkward hum, but he’s already noticed that this guy isn’t good news. In fact, he won’t even let it go further from the initial discomfort: the asshole was breaking into her comfort bubble and Sanji already felt the need to kick him underground.

When he steps into the conversation, it’s going to be with nothing more than a sweet smile directed at his s/o. He knows she’s feeling alarmed, so the last thing he needs is to startle her anymore with the glint of a murderer in his eyes. He gently pulls her closer and starts to ask about her day, question if she felt like having something special for dinner, tell her about the nice clerk lady who had offered a discount on the milk because he had helped her find her cat… Just anything to comfort his lover and remind her that he’s right there next to her, and that no one is going to mess with her.

Isn’t above stepping towards the guy, smile turning forced and tight, and “thanking” him for keeping his lover company, but dismissing him because he’s clearly not needed anymore, nor will he be in any point in time. If his s/o hadn’t tugged at his vest to silently ask him to get going, he could have rubbed the butt of his cigarette in one of the bastard’s lecherous eyes.

He might find the guy and make him pay for putting his sweetheart through such a bad time, but he honestly forgets and can’t care less about him if, on the way back to the ship, she snuggles close to him. Bonus points if she takes one of the grocery bags (although not without some complaints from him) to free his hand… momentarily, because her plan is to hold it tight with her free own. Bonus bonus points if she praises him and calls him “her prince charming”, this boy is very in cloud nine.

Eustass Kid

Oh boy. Oh boy, what a brave little shit. This guy clearly wasn’t present when Kid set foot on the island with his arm slung over his s/o’s shoulders because if he had, he would know by now that the girl is very much not open for a stranger’s compliments. The only other possible option is that this man doesn’t value his life anymore, because Kid’s anger can be felt from miles away when he finds out.

Kid is one of the most possessive guys to be found across the wide seas and, while he doesn’t mind his s/o wandering around on her own account, he definitely does not appreciate someone chasing her pretty little ass. It was his lucky self’s, and what kind of man would he be if someone stole what is his right under his nose?

He only saw three things: the dude’s mouth by her ear, a hand forcefully groping her bottom and the mighty slap his lover delivered as a desperate means of self-defence, and quite frankly? Her outburst turned him on, but work comes before pleasure and his absolute job as a pirate is disintigrating the asshole on the spot.

Once he’s done with the miserable soul and only if the beaten body hasn’t been reduced to dust, he’s probably going to nail the corpse to the most visible building in the town and make everyone know that he does not like having his property toyed with, and that he isn’t nice enough to share. Kid expects his kind announcement to be first page on the next morning’s newspaper. What better way to let everyone in the world know who his s/o belongs to?

No one has had the balls to approach his lover again, but Kid likes to take extra measures. That is why whenever the Kid Pirates arrive at a new island, his s/o is going to visit the town exhibiting a pretty collection of red and purple love bites and scratches on her neck and thighs and back, and always at a safe distance and under his watch.

Kid might also teach her how to beat and crucify people in an excruciatingly slow way just in case she comes to need the skill. There’s nothing that he takes more pride in than seeing his babe knocking a pervert out cold and making him suffer for daring to place a hand on her. It’s one weight off his chest and – a plus! – he finds it incredibly hot in its own twisted way.

Marco

Marco is really chill about his s/o. Not the overly protective kind of partner, and enjoys having having space to breathe himself, so it’s only natural he’ll leave his s/o to her own devices as well. However, he insists on having her carry a Baby Den Den Mushi wherever she goes on her own. He’s at her beck and call whenever she needs him.

Knowing that a call meant something bad was happening, Marco is still perfectly capable of staying calm and answers with a playful “yo”. No matter her situation, first and foremost he wants to reassure her that there is nothing to be worried about, and what better way than being his playful self? He’s honestly a little relieved when she answers lightheartedly. He wants his babe to be radiant at all times.

When he said that he was just one ring away, he wasn’t kidding. He answers the call nearly immediatelly, and is there by her side even faster. Literally will fly towards her and just casually hop next to her, waiting for an update on the situation while he pulls her close.

If the sight of a fire blue bird isn’t enough to convince any stalker or harasser to back off, Marco is more than happy to kindly explain to this very annoying dude that his company wasn’t and would never be a necessity. A slight pat on the shoulder, a hearty laugh even. It’s all about manners, really (but the warning in his eyes probably had something to do with the way the man scurried away).

Treats her to something sweet afterwards because he’s so proud of how she stood strong in such a stressful situation, but also because he wants her to release the tension from her shoulders. It was a small scare, sure, but this big bird is always there to protect her, no questions asked. If she continues feeling a little down about the recent happening, he’s going to stain her face with chocolate and cream until she goes back to being cheerful cutie, slapping his hand away and laughing.

Okay, he does enjoy having some room to breathe, but he’s never ever going to turn down his s/o if she wants to stay close to him out of insecurity or fear. Holding his hand and keeping up some idle chatter, anything to have her comfortable and happy (or following him around like a lost tiny duckling, duck mom here is going to protect).

Trafalgar Law

There’s something that has stuck to Law from his childhood, and that is being an overprotective older brother. Well, lover in this case. It’s difficult to try to hit on his s/o when she’s literally next to him at all times, and also not wise: the long sword and tattoos spelling “death” should serve as enough warning. However, holding her hand in public is kinda out of the question, which is where the brainless flirt comes to play.

Law is far from amused when some guy appears out of nowhere to return a handkerchief that obviously didn’t belong to his s/o, if the shake of her head and the polite denial were anything to go by, but the man was relentless. He obviously couldn’t feel the daggers Law was glaring at him, otherwise he would have fled when Law’s lover first told him that the trick wasn’t going to work with her.

Honestly, Law doesn’t show the man much mercy, and decides that the best option is to chop his forearm off when he tries to catch his s/o’s hand and she jerks away, alarmed. Thanks to his ability, there was no real threat in the dismemberment, but the asshole was scared as shit when he saw his arm not attached to his body anymore, and floating inside the blue curtain.

When he considers that the harasser has suffered enough (and that he had made an unnecessarily big scene), Law gives back his arm, placing it a little askew, but kept a couple of fingers as a reminder for the man to learn about the proper uses of a hand, which didn’t include trying to touch a woman who didn’t want anything to do with him.

After the first close call, which he hopes is actually the only one, he asks his lover to call him if she’s away from him and senses herself in a dangerous situation. Pinpointing her position, Law would be able to immediately bring her back to his side thanks to his power, but he would rather she didn’t go through such a scary experience again.

Law might actually start holding her hand from then on, in case some airheaded bastard decides it’s a good idea to mess with the girl of an infamous pirate. Lo and behold, though, he finds out that he really enjoys the contact and stops being so grumpy after the first few times walking across crowded streets with his lover’s hand tightly held in his.

#Sanji #Eustass Kid #Marco #Trafalgar Law #Female Pronouns #Fluff #Headcanons #Anonymous

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Invisible | Zane Hijazi

Requested?: yes by anonymous : Another Zane request because he is the love of my life: you and Zane are flying to New York together probably a few months into your relationship. He hasn’t told you about his fear of flying because he’s embarrassed and tries to hide it from everyone (this isn’t true irl but for the sake of this imagine lol). However the combination of flight anxiety and essentially lying to his gf gets the best of him and you know somethings wrong and get him to open up about it and accept your help/comfort

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"I'm so excited for this trip! Even just flying places is fun." She said to Zane as they finished zipping up their suitcases.

"You like flying? You seem like the type of person who would be scared of planes." Zane projected his little secret onto her, hoping she would be the baby and not notice his own anxieties.

"I love it! Getting to be so high up, floating through clouds and stuff. It's all just so cool." She smiled and rolled her suitcase to the door.

"Yeah, it's great." Zane lied. He kept his cool until they were on the plane. She noticed how quiet he suddenly was and how his leg bounced at a million miles per hour.

"Are you okay?" She asked him, her hand resting on his thigh. She hoped her touch would calm him down.

"Yeah, I'm fine." His fingers fumbled as he unwrapped some gum and popped it into his mouth.

". . . Please fasten your seat belts, we will be taking off as soon as the runway is clear." The flight attendant finished her long saftey briefing and the plane started to move. Zane's head fell back, his eyes closed, and he whispered something inaudible to himself.

"Zane, what is wrong with you?" Y/n furrowed her brows as she tried to understand what he was saying.

it's gonna be okay

"Baby, are you scared of flying?" She realized how anxious he was and gripped his hand. This brought him back to reality and the pressure in his chest built back up as he watched the plane ascend into the sky. He obviously couldn't hide it anymore.

"Yes. I'm scared we are going to crash and die. We are high as fuck off the ground, soaring at like five hundred miles per hour, and we could just fall at any second and die." He looked her in the eye and squeezed her hand. A small sympathetic smile reached her lips as she learned something new about her boyfriend.

"You fly all the time, and you haven't died once." She reassured him.

"That makes me more likely to die this time." He told her and she tilted her head as she thought of something to make him feel better.

"You're thinking about it wrong." She told him and he actually started to listen to her words. "You're thinking about flying as a big heavy machine just floating around in the sky, right?"

"Yeah, isn't that what it is?" He asked her, not sure of where she was going with it.

"Imagine the plane is invisible." She said, Zane stared at her. "No, close your eyes, and imagine the plane is invisible." Zane closed his eyes and let her soft words guide him. "It's me and you, we are holding hands. We are sitting on a cloud that is taking us across the country. We are invincible. Nothing can hurt us." Her voice rolled through his ears. Zane felt his nerves lessen as she continued.

"It's literally just us two, relaxing and taking a nap together as we float through the sky. We are in the sky! Isn't that cool? Just to be in a place that people a thousand years ago never would've dreamed of being! This is crazy and wild and fun and we are here. We are in a place only the birds have been."

Zane's eyes slowly opened and he admired his girlfriend.

"I love you." He'd never said that before. It was so sincere and real, and she knew he meant it. Her heart ached in the best way.

"I love you, too."

#zane hijazi #zane hijazi is the father of my children #zane x reader #zane hijazi imagine #zane #zane hijazi x reader #zane imagine #vlog squad #vlog squad imagine #vlog squad imagines #david's vlogs #davids vlogs #david dobrik #david dobrik imagine

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