#chocol x reader

[aijlin]

Succubus ♠︎ Smut

— Characters ; Albedo, Kazuha, Synopsis ; You're a succubus demon, who feeds off of pleasure. Tags & TWS : Dub-con (not the same as non-con), demon!reader, female reader, sub!character, DOM reader. LMK if I missed anything!

A/N - Part 2 of Succubus!reader, part 1 here. Sorry for leaving out thoma <3 MINORS DNI

Reblogs are greatly appreciated!

Albedo ;

You were searching in the terrain of Dragonspine for food

You kept feeling eyes on you the whole time. Only when you saw a glimpse of his hair, you knew.

You walked over to him. He showed no fear, and stood there watching as you get closer.

"Now now, may I ask why you have tracking me?" "You are an interesting specimen, what can you do?" Your eyes widened due to shock. There was no sign of you being a demon anywhere, yet he saw right through you. "Interesting question, I'll demonstrate"

You grabbed his arms and slammed him against the smooth mountain walls. You gave him a sloppy kiss. Then making him sit down, you ripped apart his garments.

You attacked his size with your mouth. Your lips hugged him with warmth. He was a good size. You bobbed your head on him, and massaged the rest that couldn't fit. ~ "Mmph- you're pretty g-good for a demo-Aah~"

"Of course, I'm a succubus anyways"

You toyed with his body. Dragging your tongue over his slit. He felt a shiver down his spine. Then sucking on his length.

"I'm going to have such a fun time with you <3"

"aaAAH~"

You repeated the same process of sucking him at an inhumane speed. Making him release a symphony of sounds. One last lick and he shot his cum in your mouth.

Kazuha ;

You disguised yourself as a crew member on Beidou's ship. You were there for a while, but you were getting hungry.

No one was suspicious of you, heck, it looked that someone had a little crush

It seemed that, that person was walking straight into your trap.

"Kazuha! Hello! How are you?" "Pretty good.."

You could detect the tent in his pants. Oh finally, a meal. You and kazuha started a conversation while walking around the ship. You teased him a little bit each time.

His erection was getting so bad it hurt, and after some thought, he decided to confess.

"Y/n, I like you and I want to be with you. I also want to ask for a favor, if you have noticed ..."

You had a smile grow on your face. Then grabbed his hand and led him to a private room. You decided to quit your act.

"Ah kazuha, my beloved. I'm not who you think I am~"

Realization hit him but he couldn't do anything about it as you were too close.

He was cornered, so he might as well give in. His erection wouldn't go away, even if you were such a creature.

You got in a lotus position with him, and started riding him. He thrusted up each time you slammed yourself down on him.

He length stretching you, and hitting that spongy spot in your hole.

You both were having so much pleasure. Then a knot started forming in your stomach. As you continued, the knot got bigger. One final thrust with kazuha and you orgasmed all over his size.

While he filled your walls with his cum. You hadn't felt this in so long. It felt way too good. You wanted more, so you kept going.

Overstimulating him beyond his climax. He let out a low growl, which then turned on a switch.

"Oh you're so good, I'm going feral~"

#Audi’s hot chocolate #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader smut #succubus!reader #albedo x reader #kazuha x reader #sub!character #dom!reader #fanfic #genshin #albedo genshin impact #albedo genshin #genshin albedo #kazuha smut #albedo smut #kaedehara kazuha #kazuha genshin #smut #dom reader supremacy

[thescarletwitchsapprentice]

Her Sweet Little Gumdrop (Yandere!Platonic!Wanda Maximoff x Autistic!Child!Reader CATCF AU)

*Not my GIF, but OH MY GOD THE ACCENT IS BACK!

Summary: Throughout your whole life, you’ve been the unlucky one; you’re constantly picked on, no friends, low grades, even your family doesn’t seem to understand you too well, all because you’re the autistic kid. But when you win a ticket to tour the factory of your favorite candy company, 

(CW: Ableism, use of the r-slur, bruises/scrapes/cuts, sensory overload, drugging)

Author’s Note: I’m back on my Willy Wonka SI, sorta, due to a fanfic I’m writing, and I thought “damn, wouldn’t it be something if Wanda Maximoff was a candy maker?” I mean, she’d basically be Willy Wonka, let’s be honest. She has that capability.

Anywho...I decided why not? 

Also I’m considering on writing a long-term series. Not based on this, but based on the journalist-turned-superwitch imagine. This one.

You have never considered yourself lucky.

You’re just a poor child constantly picked on in school. No friends. Very little happiness. Low grades because you don’t understand the way the material is being given. So many bruises, scrapes, and cuts from falling and being pushed by your classmates because you’re the odd one out. The autistic kid. Almost every day after school, you go home and weep into your pillow, wishing that someone cared, that someone loved you.

What about your family? Well, it's not that they necessarily don’t care. They give you food, clothes, a roof over your head. They support you, to an extent. But you still don’t feel understood by them, so essentially you’re kind of alone.

The only source of happiness you have are two things; your notebook of ideas and your occasional trips to the candy shop to pick out a candy from your local candy company.

Maximoff Confectionaries, having resurfaced after briefly shutting its doors for the time; the motto? “Tastes Like Magic.” You’d pass by the gates, dreaming of getting to meet the mysterious one behind the magic. Your favorite is their famous Scarlet Sweets; gummy candies colored scarlet, but tasting like a different flavor each time you bite into it. One bite might be cherry jelly, the next might be apple pie, the next might be peppermint chocolate. Despite your autism, you do find this sense of unpredictability exciting, because you know it’s unpredictable, but temporary. You’ve fixated on this company since it reopened. The company inspired you to start writing down your own candy ideas, keeping them safe in a notebook you always have on your person.

Then one day, you hear some big news; the confectioner herself, Wanda Maximoff, has decided to allow five children to visit her factory. Five Scarlet Tickets have been hidden among five of her Maximoff Bars. The five lucky children would get a tour of the factory and a lifetime supply of Maximoff Confectionaries’ candy. 

Of course your eyes light up like the stars, despite your constant misfortune. You save up as much money as you can, but your chance slowly begin to dwindle.

One ticket is found.

Then the second.

The third.

The fourth.

Now you’re down to your last chance. You keep saving and buying....But your heart drops when you hear the news; the fifth ticket’s been found. All of your hope is gone. For the next few days, you’re in the dumps. You can’t bring yourself to get out of bed except to go to the bathroom. After some time, you finally manage to pull yourself out of the bed and go outside, when lo and behold, you find a bill on the ground outside. Looking around to make sure no one sees you, you pick it up and walk off. You decide to go to the local candy shop and purchase a few Maximoff Bars; maybe some chocolate will help you feel better. When you get outside of the candy store, you hear the news; the fifth ticket finding was a fraud!

“That means there’s still one out there somewhere!” someone gasps from the crowd forming by the newspaper stand.

You look down at the bars in your hands.

“Could it be....?” you wonder, your heart rising a bit as you move away from the stand, keeping your back to them.

Picking one at random, you slowly remove the wrapper. Your heart is pounding like mad as you hear the crinkle of the foil while you pull it back. You see the chocolate bar, no sign of scarlet yet. Just a little more.....

You can hardly bring yourself to breathe, your stomach is pinballing all over. You pull it back a little more.....

Wait!

Is that a glint of red?

Is it an illusion? 

Is it false hope?

You pull the foil all the way off.

No!

It’s there!

It’s really there!

The last Scarlet Ticket!

You want to scream in delight, but you realize---

“Hey! They found the last Scarlet Ticket!”

The crowd’s found out. They swarm you and almost immediately sounds, sights, smells, textures. People grabbing at you. Shouting in your ear. You can hardly make out what they’re saying. Your heart is beating a thousand miles a second and you soon make a break from them just before you have a meltdown/shutdown.

You dash back home, losing them some ways away, thankfully.

“Look, everyone! Look! I found it!” you cry out excitedly as you burst inside the house, waving around the key to your joy. “It’s the last Scarlet Ticket! I found it! It’s mine!”

They’re all in absolute disbelief as you read over the ticket. And then you realize that the date of the tour is tomorrow! You’re so excited that you can hardly sleep; however, the next morning, you discover that despite the ticket allowing you to choose a plus one, no one in your family’s able to go; they’re all too busy. And you don’t have any friends, so......

You have to go by yourself.

Clutching your ticket like your life depends upon it, you’re an absolute anxious wreck as you make your way to the factory; you excuse yourself past the others to get to the spot reserved for the other ticket winners and their plus ones, feeling overwhelmed by all of the noise. You put your noise-blocking headphones on, but one of the ticket winners snatches it off of your head. The other four play catch with them as you try to get them back while wondering why their parents aren’t stopping them, but the four drop them when they hear the town clock strike 10 am. 

You just barely hear the shattering of your headphones, but you clearly hear the shattering of your heart.

The door opens and there she is; Wanda Maximoff. She dons a scarlet velvet overcoat, a strange sort-of scarlet tiara in her ginger-auburn-brunette hybrid hair, black boots that go up to her knees, a black dress with a minimalist candy flower pattern, and a silver necklace with a giant scarlet gem in the center.

She approaches the gate with a friendly smile and beckons the five of you forward. The four others shove you to the ground to get to her and you feel more pain sear through body, prompting tears to form in your eyes. You manage to find your headphones. They’re cracked in two. Heart sinking, you pick them up and keep your head down as you slowly make your way to the back of the line, hearing a few snickers and whispers from some of the kids in the crowd.

“How did that retard manage to get that ticket?”

“I bet someone took pity on them and gave it to them.”

“Probably. What a loser.”

The tears begin to fall onto your face as the comments dig into your heart. You begin to wonder if you even deserve to be here.

“Why, it’s little (y/n) (y/l/n).”

Suddenly you hear a welcoming, low, gentle voice with a slight Eastern European accent. You glance up to see Miss Maximoff smiling kindly at you.

“I read all about you in the papers this morning. It’s so lovely to meet you. And where’s your family member?”

You shake your head as you present your ticket to her.

“No one was able to come, ma’am.”

She seems a bit taken aback by your formality as she takes it.

“What about a friend?”

You shake your head again.

“I don’t have any, ma’am.”

There are a few snickers and Wanda shoots a glare and a head tilt at the crowd before turning back to you, her face softening.

“I’m sure you’ll find a friend here,” she assures you, holding a hand out.

You’re hesitant, but you take it and she leads you to the others. You don’t want to let go of it. It feels so soft and welcoming. She leads you all inside to a coat wrack room. You all sign the contract with you trying to read the entire thing carefully, much to the chagrin of the other kids, but Miss Maximoff doesn’t seem to mind.

After that, you go through a strange door leading to a peculiar hallway that seems to be getting smaller. She flips open a piano on the door you’re standing around and plays a little tune.

“Rachmaninoff,” someone mutters.

You know that it’s Mozart.

But your attention is drawn to the chocolate room. So many sights and sounds, you begin to feel anxious. Next thing you know, you’re jostled around as the others rush off to who-knows-where. You grasp onto your broken noise-blocking headphones as you fall to the ground; eventually you split off to a small and less overstimulating area, covering your ears and rocking while the others practically decimate the chocolate room.

Miss Maximoff seems to notice you as the odd one out and goes over to you, sitting close to you, but still allowing you your personal space.

“It’s a lot to take in, I know,” she assures you. 

She spies your broken noiseblockers.

“What are these?” Though tone’s not your specialty, she makes it clear that the question is out of genuine curiosity and kindness. You explain to her what you know about being autistic and how those help block out sound and even mention how they’ve been one of the things that’s gotten you picked on.

“How did they end up like this?”

You glance away, reluctant to snitch on the other ticket winners. She seems to understand, and takes the noiseblockers. With her magic, she fixes them up. and gives them back to you.

“There. Good as new.”

You gasp in shock, your eyes sparkling with surprise. You tear up and squeal quietly while thanking her with a hug.

At that moment, something in Wanda clicks as she gently hugs you back; a maternal instinct to the highest degree and beyond. It’s been nagging at her since she first saw you, but now this has sent it over the edge. Such a poor, sweet, innocent, adorable child being beaten down by the world, seemingly left to fend for yourself. Not any longer, she’s decided. You’re gonna be her child.

Of course since this is following CATCF, one of the kids decides to take a taste of the room’s chocolate river and goes splash. You get scared, but Miss Maximoff reassures you that it’ll be okay, they’ll be fine. (She doesn’t know if they will, but she sends one of her workers to try to get them out of the boiler anyway.)

While the others go through the psychedelic tunnel with a few of her workers, she takes you through somewhere much more pleasant; a candy meadow with sheep and unicorns, letting you stop and taste whatever you wish. She can’t help but giggle at how taken in and excited you are by all of this. Finally you get to the Inventing Room and---oh! one of the kids has turned into a blueberry. You’re both terrified and intrigued, but that person gets rolled out quickly to the Juicing Room. Miss Maximoff assures you that they will be fine. (Even though she’s not sure herself as she sends some workers to dejuice the kid; it breaks her heart to see you upset and scared, but it also reminds her of just how helpless and lonely you are.)

The person who broke your noise-blockers is offed next when you go see the squirrels (or geese if you wanna go for the 1971 movie) and the one who took them to begin with is offed in the TV room. Then you’re the only one left. There was one moment that you’d snuck off and taken something you weren’t supposed to have, but that’d been eating you up and you give it back to her with tears in your eyes. (Because I’m not gonna recreate the half-office scene where Wonka yells at Charlie, you’ve suffered enough) She knows you’re the right child to help her run the factory.

“I’d love to stay, but I need to get back home, ma’am,” you tell her sadly. 

“But you haven’t gotten your prize yet,” she tells you.

You shrug.

“Today was a prize enough, ma’am.”

Her heart breaks and melts upon hearing this, and she begins to panic, desperate to keep you, but suddenly she comes up with an idea. She uses her magic to conjure up a Scarlet Sweet.

“Please, at least have some candy before you go.”

You know your parents told you never to accept candy from strangers, but technically you already did when you came to the factory because that was part of the prize. One more can’t hurt, right? You shrug and hold out your hand, sweet little you not suspecting any ulterior motives as she gives it to you; you pop it in your mouth and swallow it.

Suddenly you begin to feel sleepy and give a cute little yawn. Your eyelids flutter and you stumble a bit. You reach towards her for support and she gently takes ahold of you, conjuring up a sensory-friendly blanket for you and wrapping you in it.

“It’s okay, little (y/n),” she whispers softly to you as she picks you up. “I’ll take care of you from now on....."

As you drift into dreamland, Wanda’s mind is planning up a storm. Lifting you up, she takes you deeper into the factory, where she plans to make a sort-of safe room/bedroom for you. She goes through your mind to discover just what’s sensory-friendly to you and what isn’t. She wants to make sure you’re not uncomfortable. Your family will likely come looking for you eventually, but she’s a very powerful witch; she can make sure they believe it’s okay. Besides they don’t deserve you anyways; none of them could be bothered to come with you today, to take a few hours out of their day to enjoy this tour with you. It’s only fair that you be taken care of by someone who would make time for you.

Yes. You.

Her sweet little gumdrop....

“.....You’ll never feel unloved ever again....”

#yandere wanda maximoff #yandere scarlet witch #platonic yandere #platonic yandere wanda maximoff #platonic yandere scarlet witch #yandere wanda maximoff x reader #yandere wanda maximoff x autistic reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #willy wonka #willy wonka and the chocolate factory #Charlie and the Chocolate Factory #autistic!reader #autistic reader #Avengers #marvel #yandere avengers #yandere marvel

[sashi-ya]

🌛 One Piece x Bleach Crossover Event : Under The Moon 🌜

NSFW ~ Monkey D. Luffy x GN! Reader ~ Reflected In The Moon's Face

Yeah, I know it wasn't requested but some of you told me you wanted to hear my sudden thirst for him after ep. 1015 so here we are. I added it as a new prompt for the current event so it doesn't get lost in the random masterlist. Now, please enjoy ~

tw: I tried to make the fic as GN as possible, so there are not descriptions for any gender. Try to imagine whatever "entrance" you want. Oral, face sitting, vag/anal, passionate sex, semipublic.

wc: 1.4K

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“He is not a kid anymore; I mean at heart he still is…”

You speak to yourself, fixing your gaze into the creaking wood that forms the roof on top of you. The waves softly swing the Thousand Merry go, and slowly you fall asleep with an aching heart and something more in between your legs.

“(Name), I’m hungry” “Hmm?” “(Name), I want food. But Sanji told me no”

You slowly open your eyes, taking a look at him, the protagonist of your dreams right over you. You blink twice, what is your captain doing in your bed?

“L-Luffy? Wha-” “I’m hungry, cook for me. Shishishi”

You smile, his smile, his laughter, him trying to be quiet when obviously he can’t, is enough to make you instantly happy. “Aya, aya Captain. Come on” you mumble, rubbing your eyes and holding his hand so you can stand up from bed.

He walks -runs- towards Sanji’s kitchen and you wonder what to cook for him. You don’t want to get in trouble with the chef or use his ingredients without permission, but he has been working hard and he deserves to rest for the night.

“Lu, let me see… what do you want to eat?” you ask, submerged into the huge refrigerator, praying Luffy won’t push you to the side to loot it.

Luffy giggles, and you feel warm hands softly land on your waist. “You” he whispers, making a shiver run through your spine, but mainly your stomach to flood with million butterflies.

You panic inside. He just holds you perhaps waiting for an answer, a reaction. And you, wonder if you are still dreaming or not for the second time this night.

Little by little you turn around to face him, he is not smiling as always, but he looks serious. Lips pressed in a fine line, eyelids sloppily falling over his eyes. There haven’t been many times you saw him looking like that, but it was enough to make your legs weak and your heart race increase considerably.

He might be a playful, childish man. But he is a man.

“L-Luffy?” you ask, stuttering. His aura makes it difficult to breathe, to speak. “Hum?” he asks back, tilting subtly his neck to the side, and burying his fingers on the little patch of skin your pyjama shows around your waist.

“Me-?“. “You, yes”

Your eyes that up until some minutes ago were sleepy are now widen as his lips crash with yours, strongly, intensely just like his whole existence. Luffy is strong, intense, and your body reacts to it by letting completely subdue to him.

The refrigerator door remains open and the subtle light of it bathes half of the table where you all eat. Luffy takes you there, pushing you softly against the wooden surface, his arms land on each other of your face and his leg spread wide open yours.

“Can I eat you?” he asks, looking at you with fire in his eyes.

“Y-yes” you moan, still unable to process what’s going on.

Luffy pounces back onto you, his hands skilfully undress you much to your surprise; he doesn’t look like a man with experience and yet he performs like an expert in the field.

You, who up until now haven’t thought about the fact that you are in the middle of the kitchen, and anyone could find you at any moment, take a deep breath when you mouth gets released from him. “Luffy, we- we are in the middl-“

“Yeah, yeah” he sloppily answers, biting your neck making you squirm. Luffy does not wait for you to react, and instead he carries you out of the kitchen. You wrap your arms and legs around him as he lifts you with no effort at all.

“Where?” he asks letting you decide whether you wanna go outside or into the little room Franky built to store random things. You bury your face on the crook of his neck and point towards the hall that joins the rooms with the kitchen. “The little broom room, huh?” he asks, smirking. “Y-yes”.

Enough said for Luffy as he practically rushes over there. The gum boy kicks the door and in a matter of seconds both of you are inside a tight place with little space to even breathe properly.

“Now, shall we?” he states, attacking your neck. Bites and tastes, as if he was eating you with pure lust for your skin. He changed after Wano, not in a bad way, but something inside of him was released, and now that beast needs taming. And who else if not you could take him?

You can barely move as he has you pinned against the only spot of wall free as many cleaning supplies surround you. You try to supress your moans, what if someone discovers you?

Luffy continues with your chest, and your nipples. Ecstatic expression invades his countenance as he licks, bites, pulls from the erect tissue of your breasts. You lips apart, soft whines and whimpers that fill the air of that little hideout of burning needs.

He fixes his eyes on yours and smirks as you retort your body when his fingers finally land on your sex. Playing with the wetness of your desire, he forms strings in between his fingers with it.

“Wanna taste this” he mumbles, taking his fingers to his mouth. The litmus light of the moon filtering through a little porthole, shines over his profile and a picture of sinful gluttony and lust gets depicted in front of you. Yes, Luffy is not a kid anymore and it shows in more than a way.

You carve your nails on the wooden wall as the stimulation feels so strong and you want to moan, you want to scream his name. He goes insane with his tongue and mouth; you would lie if you said you never imagined him eating you out like he does when he devours Sanji’s food. And it was finally happening, and oh lord it was even better than what you thought.

It's difficult to stand still, your knees become weak, your legs refuse to do something else besides trembling. Your belly spasms as Luffy works on your sex, up, down, around, using his fingers, using his hands. “I can’t stand still…” you painfully moan, telling him you won’t be able to hold on for long.

“Come’ere” he says, muzzled by your core and pushing you down to land directly over his face. “Lu!” you gasp, sure you are gonna asphyxiate the poor man. Oh, but you have no idea how much he is enjoying such experience. His tongue doesn’t limit to your sex, but also through the whole extension of your anatomy.

Wet motions that lead you to burst and get ready for what’s next… If you are gonna take Luffy, you will have for sure to be prepared…

“I’m coming” you barely express, while shivering, quivering, panting, and sweating. “Mhhhh” he hums pressing his mouth against you, giving you the last push before you fall into the deep loop of an orgasm.

But he will not wait until you finish one to start another one. And while you bite your lip to supress the climaxing moan, he turns you around and pushes you against the wall.

No words are necessary, his jeans shorts fall to the floor quickly and he grazes himself against the small of your back. “I’m still hungry, you know?”

“Still?” you ask, now driven by the lust invading your mind. “Come then… I have enough meat for you, my captain”.

As fast as he could, Luffy buries himself inside you, breathing soundly on your ear and biting your shoulder from behind. You press your forehead against the wall as the banging begins and pray for your body not to become putty on his hands.  

He goes fast, steady, hips working so well, the sound of your skins hitting against each other competes with your soft muzzled moans. Your entrance feels the stretching of his gum body, he makes it to throb just enough to fill you up so perfectly.

You fix your eyes on the moon that’s barely visible throughout the porthole, brilliance where the reflection of the future pirate king shows as he makes love to you, in and out, in and out of you.

And the inevitable climax, motivated by your last one, arrives. For you, for him. “(Name)~” he growls, pressing his forehead against your nape, both sweating as the little room become as hot as desert. “Luffy ~” you whine, feeling his arms sneak around your waist and press your lower belly as both get there.

Skins almost melting together, recovering your breathing, so ready for round two… because Luffy will never get exhausted until the full job is completely done…

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[redpandaramblings]

Like Caramel For Chocolate- An Omega Bakugou x Alpha f!Reader fic. Part 10

Part 1 Here

Content Warning: Negative headspace, omegaverse, self deprecation, depressive thoughts, pushy parental figures, ambiguous omegaverse reproduction, unhealthy relationships, relationship that could be easily fixed if idiots would use their words and communicate, Shinso/Denki side relationship, Bakugou is a dumbass but so is y/n

Where we left off-

“Sorry about that.” Denki reached out and took Shinsou’s hand, giving it a squeeze. “Thanks for getting me out of there, partner.”

“Always.” Shinsou squeezed Denki’s hand back and let the quiet moment pass between them.

“Although…” Shinsou spoke again. “It seems congratulations are in order.”

Denki looked at Shinsou, confused. Shinsou nodded toward the small table next to Denki’s bed. Sitting on the table was a large, gaudy, engagement ring. Denki’s head whipped towards the purple haired alpha. Shinsou gave him a stern look and raised an eyebrow. Denki swallowed hard and sank lower in his bed. He was royally screwed.

Denki leaned back in the pillows, covering his eyes with his free hand.

“Oh, I’m feeling faint. Who are you? Who am I?”

Shinso squeezed his hand while huffing in exasperated amusement..

“Denks. Please.”

Denki winced.

“No way you’ll buy that?”

“Nope.”

The blond sighed, running a hand down his face.

“Alright…. Alright. Yeah. I’m engaged.”

Shinso’s grip on his hand tightened.

“Who?”

Denki shook his head.

“I’m not going to tell you that right now. I’d have to talk with them first. We weren’t planning on telling people yet.”

Shinso swallowed, fighting back the growl that was building in his throat. Denki, his Denki, had been keeping secrets from him. How long had this been going on? How had he not known? He had noticed Kaminari acting a little odd, but there had been no signs that he had been in a relationship, had there?

“Why the secrecy?” Shinso tried to keep the accusatory tone out of his voice, though he didn’t entirely succeed.

“It’s a little complicated. A lot complicated. Hell, it’s a fucking mess.” Denki groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes. “I don’t know where to begin.”

“The beginning is generally a good place to start.”

Denki lifted his arm so he could glare at the purple haired man beside him. Shinso quirked an eyebrow at him. Denki sighed again, and pulled his hand from Shinso’s so he could fidget with his own fingers.

“There isn’t really a clear beginning, that’s kinda the problem. We’ve known each other for a long time. Been friends with each other since school, but never really been romantic. But their family has been pushing them to get married and mated, and mine has been pushing me to do the same, and we ended up on a marriage date together, and…” Denki flailed his arms in the air. “It just happened. We love each other as friends, and we’re both tired of our attempts at relationships going nowhere and so we thought maybe… Maybe friendship could be enough to start with. And now we’re in this neck deep and are going through with this. Like we have a place picked out and everything and in some ways it feels good because for the first time in a long time something is actually happening but it also hurts like hell because it’s not what I imagined, but they get me and I get them but I hate letting go but I have to because I can’t keep waiting on someone who is just not fucking interested, and…”

Kaminari talked faster and faster, staring at nothing. His scent was rapidly taking on an acrid distressed quality. Shinso frowned, recapturing Denki’s hand.

“Hey. Hey, it’s okay. Slow down. Breathe Denks.”

The omega clamped his mouth shut, nodding as he took a few shaky, shuddering breaths. Shinso gently stroked the scent gland on Denki’s wrist as he sorted through the info his friend had just dropped on him.

“So let me see if I got this right. You have someone you wanted to court, and the idiot isn’t interested?”

Denki barked a laugh and nodded.

“And so you agreed to go on a marriage date and it turned out to be someone you know. Which means it’s someone I know.”

Denki winced as he nodded again.

“And this alpha is having relationship issues of their own.”

“Something like that,” Denki mumbled.

“And so you two brilliant individuals decided to just get fucking married because it… seemed easier?”

Denki tried and failed to pull his hand from Shinso’s grip. “Well now it sounds stupid when you say it.”

“Denks, there’s running away from your problems, and then there’s whatever the hell you’re doing with this.”

“I get that. I do but… God, I’m just so tired, Shinso. I want a house and a mate and pups and love. And I’ve waited and waited, and you just won’t notice me that way.”

Shinso looked up, gripping Denki’s hand tightly. “Wait. Me?”

Denki closed his eyes, sighing in resignation. “Yes you, you block headed alpha. It’s always been you, but I know you’re not interested in me that way, so this is me moving on. Maybe not in the healthiest way, but I think it will work out.”

“What do you mean, not interested?”

Denki cracked his eyes open and saw Shinsou looking at him with an expression that would be better suited on a beagle puppy. Tilted head, wide confused eyes. Denki stared back, his own confusion clear on his face.

“You’re… Not interested. Like, very clearly not interested. I’ve been all but bending over and presenting for you during the hero commission ball, and you don’t respond. I asked you to spend my heat with me and you refused. I got the message after that.”

Shinso was shaking his head slowly. “No… No. I mean, you were just friendly. You’re touchy feely with everyone. You’re always holding hands, or cuddling up on movie nights. I mean, you’ve treated me like you have since high school.”

Kaminari leveled him with a look. It hit Shinso like a ton of bricks.

“Oh. Oh fuck. Denks…”

The omega’s lip twitched up in a sardonic smile. “Pathetic, right?”

“No, absolutely not! Sweetheart, I’m so sorry.”

Shinsou reached out and cupped Denki’s cheek. The omega leaned into the touch, before pulling away.

“Wait. Wait. Seriously? You never figured it out, and they call me the dense one? What, you just thought I was inviting you to share my heat as a bro thing?”

Shinsou flushed bright red. “I mean… I didn’t want to assume.”

“Didn’t want to assume that yes, I wanted your cock up my ass on a regular basis?”

“Denki Kaminari!” Shinsou yelped while Denki laughed. Shinsou didn’t have the heart to glare though. He loved when his omega laughed, even if it was at his expense. He waited until Denki had settled down some.

“Honestly,” Shinsou murmured, “I thought I wouldn’t be able to control myself. I didn’t think I would be able to keep myself from bonding with you, and I’d never want to force you into something like that. Because… Because I love you, Denks. Loved you for a long time, and I’m so sorry I’ve made you wait so long to hear it.”

Denki stared up at the flushing alpha with wide, sparkling eyes. Shinsou was holding his breath, anxiously waiting for what the blond would say. After a moment, Denki spoke.

“I should be angry with you. I should be absolutely furious.”

Shinsou hung his head, his hair covering his eyes. Which is probably why he was surprised by Denki grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him down for a long overdue kiss.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“And so, that’s what happened.” Denki said while turning his coffee cup in his hands. Y/N sat across from him, a look of fond amusement on her face.

“Only you, Pikachu. Though good on Shinsou and you for finally doing it. Only took you a decade or so.”

“Shut up!” Denki smiled, a blush turning his cheeks red as Y/N laughed. He was smiling though. It was clear to anyone looking at him that he was absolutely glowing with delight.

“And if I’m judging that very fashionable fashion collar correctly, he didn’t waste any time going Dracula on you, did he?”

“Oh my god, shut up!” Denki covered his scarlet face with both his hands, but he was smiling and laughing. “He maybe, kinda, was really jealous about the whole engagement thing? Just a little?”

“I’m not fighting him for you. He can have you.”

Denki gave an exaggerated gasp. “Have you no pride as an alpha? Or maybe this is just how little you care for me?”

“Or maybe I don’t want a possessive pro hero coming for my weak little teacher neck.”

Kaminari laughed. “Okay, yeah, that’s fair.”

You both slipped into a companionable silence and enjoyed your drinks. Eventually you put your glass down with a sigh.

“Unfortunately, we’re still kinda screwed, Denks.”

“More than just kinda.” Denki said with an eyebrow wiggle. You kicked him under the table.

“Seriously, though. I’m happy Shinsou got his head out of his ass, but that doesn’t exactly change the fact you’ve already accepted the job transfer. And somehow I don’t think the living arrangement we had planned is going to fly anymore. I know you didn’t tell Shinsou it was me, but he’s not dumb. You and I move into a cozy little house somewhere, he’s gonna figure it out quick, and that is not how I wanna die.”

Denki puffed out his cheeks with an exhale. “Yeah, I’ve been trying to figure that out. I could probably get out of it if I pulled the newly bonded Omega card. It would be a media circus for a while, though. My rep would take a little bit of a hit for a few years.”

You considered. “You know… You could just ask Hitoshi to come with you.”

“What?”

“Think about it.” You gestured vaguely. “You need to go, you’ve already accepted. If you go back on that, the media is going to rake you over the coals. If you go alone, you’ll just be miserable. If you go with me, that will be all kinds of awkward now. So, why don’t you don’t with Shinsou?”

“I mean.. I just… Isn’t it too soon?”

You stared pointedly at his neck, where the collar he wore wasn’t quite enough to completely hide the fresh bond mark. He chuckled and rubbed at the mark shyly.

“Point taken. I… I guess it couldn’t hurt to ask. I feel bad about backing out of this with you though.” You reached across the table and made a gimme motion until Denki put his hand in yours.

“Denki Kaminari. You are an absolutely amazing omega, and my very dear friend. I think we could have been good together. But what I want the most is for you to be happy with the alpha that makes you happy. You deserve the world, Denks.”

“Well, so do you.”

You smiled at each other, still holding hands and just basking in the comfort of each other’s presence. That is until a pair of fists slammed down onto the table with enough force to upset the cups sitting there. You jolted in shock as you looked up to meet a pair of angry, ruby red eyes.

Hello, dearhearts. So sorry this part took so long to get out to you all. Here we are though, hurtling to the finish line! There's just one part and maybe an epilogue left. Sorry Bakugou doesn't feature much in this part, but as you can probably guess, he's going to be in all of the next one. So, hopefully see you soon for the thrilling conclusion!

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[mochikage]

His once angered expression drops from his face when KAKASHI realizes what he just said. Your annoyed look at him turned to one of confusion as you register his words.

It should’ve been you.

Kakashi’s jaw open and closes, blinking several times but never once moving his eyes away from you. You seemed to be just as speechless, as anyone would be after processing the words he spat moments ago.

Maybe it wasn’t fair of you to bring up Rin’s death in a heated argument with him. No, it definitely wasn’t fair of you, especially considering how that event really put a wedge in what was once a great friendship with him.

But for him to even think of the words he just uttered? Let alone say them to you? That’s crossing a line. A line Kakashi never thought he would cross in your arguments. A line he so desperately wants to uncross.

“Wait, I—“ Kakashi’s feet move towards you, only stopping when he sees you take a step back to increase the distance between you. His brain racks for the rights words to mend his previous ones, and his chest aches in guilt when nothing comes up. What could possibly fix what he just did?

For the first time in all your arguments, he sees your bottom lip tremble. If he didn’t have his Sharingan exposed, he wouldn’t have caught it. He wishes he didn’t.

The moment of silence before you lasts a beat too long for you. You never wanted to give him the satisfaction of seeing how his words affected you. However, you can’t control your emotions all the time, just like you can’t control the hot tears that roll over your cheeks before you can stop them, before you even realize you’re crying.

Kakashi opens his mouth once more to say something but his throat closes up on itself. His throat burns and he wonders if he’ll get sick. If he’ll throw up from the wave of self-hatred that washes over him. He may not get along with you, but that doesn’t mean that he wanted you gone. Kakashi shakes his head from side to side at the annoying thought and his stomach churns.

He doesn’t know if it’s better or worse that you leave without another word. Part of him wishes you stayed and attacked him with all your power and might. He would’ve left himself defenceless, fully deserving whatever physical pain that came his way. The other part of him is happy that you left him in the field, another thing he fully believes that he deserves, to be alone.

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[moonbeamwritings]

part 3!jotaro kujo + “if i don’t kiss you right now i might die” vibes

There’s a gash in his side, a bruise forming just below his eye, but all Jotaro can think about as he sits, restless and aching, in the backseat of the car is how badly he wants to kiss you. Maybe it’s his hundredth near-death experience this week, or the way you look at him with that gentle, concerned expression, but he can’t seem to shake the desire to pull you close and crash his lips into yours, to kiss you until he’s breathless and flustered. To kiss you until he can’t feel the pain anymore.

“Jotaro, are you feeling okay?”

He knows you’re speaking to him, knows that words are falling from your mouth, but all he can do is watch your lips move and nod. He’s a man starved, lost in the desert with no hope in sight.

When the group finally gets back to the hotel, Jotaro’s out of the car in an instant, one hand coming up to gingerly clutch at his side and the other wrapping around yours, pulling you along with him towards the elevator. He has the decency to grumble an explanation of “needing to just sleep the damn pain off” before disappearing into the elevator.

The second the doors slide shut, it’s as if a dam breaks, emotion flooding to the surface before Jotaro can think to stop it. He needs to kiss you like he needs to breathe, like he’ll die if his lips don’t meet yours.

Without so much as a second thought, and ignoring the burning pain in his abdomen, he brings his hands to your face and pulls you in, his lips finally, finally, meeting yours. It’s like a sigh of relief, a breath of fresh air, everything he’s been craving and more. His side no longer stings, his face no longer throbs. Instead, all Jotaro feels is you.

He pulls away after what feels like an eternity, and just as he desired, he’s panting in your arms, his lips brushing over yours with every breath. “Sorry,” he mutters, your face still cradled in his palms, “I got carried away. I couldn’t wait.”

The elevator dings and you jump, the tension broken if only for a moment. When you focus on Jotaro again, you let out a sigh before saying, “Let’s get you to bed before you even think about kissing me like that again, got it?”

With a roll of his eyes and a chaste kiss to your forehead, Jotaro allows you to drag him to bed, happy to have finally gotten the kiss he longed for.

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[thenastyotherblog]

Aizawa: I don't care what you two say, vanilla ice cream is good

Y/N: basic ice cream flavor ever

Aizawa: I DONT WANT TO HEAR IT FROM A MINT CHOCOLATE LOVER

Y/N: MINT CHOCOLATE IS SO FUCKING GOOD!

Mic: Mint chocolate? Really babe? Ew

Y/N: I WILL FIGHT YOU!

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[wonkasmissstarshine]

Sweeter Than Honey *SMUT* {Willy Wonka x OC}

Based on this request: Can I ask for a request of Willy Wonka going down on Rose for the first time and she almost cries and it quickly changes to a fluffy ending?

Summary: Willy decides to go down on Rose for the first time.

A/N: Yes, this happened in the actual series, but for the sake of the request, let’s pretend that it didn’t and this is the first time Willy performs oral on Rose.

Tagging: @werewolfbanshee-love @holdmeicant​ @wistfulchicken​ @trekkitkat​ @ineztemptation​

Rose and Willy Wonka were laying in bed after a long day. Each of them had reading material in hand. Rose was reading some fairytale book, and Willy had a copy of some magazine about the candy world, seeing if there was anything on him. Of course, there was. He was Willy Wonka, the amazing chocolatier, after all.

“Listen to this, starshine” Willy told his wife. He wanted to read a certain article to her. Rose put her book down and gave Willy her undivided attention. “Wonka does it again! His new candies are being swept off the shelves! How does he do it? How does he make such sweet treats? We have to wonder if maybe there’s an inspiration behind his creations”

Rose smiled proudly. It always made her so happy to see her husband so proud of his work. “Tell me, cocoa bean, is there an inspiration behind your candy?”

“It’s you, silly!” He playfully said. Willy kissed her on the forehead. “Ever since I met you, you’ve been the inspiration behind every one!” And only Willy, Rose, The Buckets, and their friends knew that. No one in the public knew that Willy Wonka had gotten married. 

“You’re so sweet” Rose gushed, nuzzling into Willy’s shoulder.

“Actually, you’re the one who’s sweet!” Willy said, touching her nose. Rose smiled up at him and he looked at her with nothing but love in his eyes. Then, he started thinking about something. “Starshine...” He started, his voice faltering due to the nervousness about what he wanted to ask.

“What is it, cocoa bean?” Rose asked, reaching up to stroke his face.

“You know how you do that thing...y’know...” Willy was becoming flustered. While he and Rose have had sex plenty of times now, he still became nervous when talking about it sometimes, or when he wanted to ask Rose if they could try something. Like now. “When you put your mouth on me?”

Rose nodded. “What about it, cocoa bean?” She asked him sweetly.

“C-can I do that for you?” 

“Are you sure? You know, you don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable” Rose assured him.

Willy smiled, grabbing Rose’s hand from his face, and bringing it up to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to her palm. “I’m absolutely sure, starshine. You make me feel good all the time. I want to make you feel good for a change”

“Okay” Rose consented. She laid on her back and Willy got on top of her. He started by kissing her gently. He let his hands roam her body, feeling every curve. He was always so gentle when caressing her like this, treating her as if she was porcelain.

Willy found the hem of Rose’s nightgown. He lifted the silk fabric past her hips, revealing her bareness to him. His finger found her clit and he applied light pressure as he began to rub. Rose’s mouth released a gasp, and her eyes shut. 

After playing with her clit for a few moments, Willy let his long finger slip inside of Rose. He could never get over how warm and soft her walls were, whether it was his fingers inside of her or another certain appendage. She was absolutely soaked for him. He was amazed that her body was capable of doing such a thing for him. All for him.

“Willy...I...” Rose tried to speak, but the feeling of her husband pumping his finger in and out of her felt too good. “I--mhm!”

“What is it, starshine?” Willy asked, his tone sultry and seductive. His shyness was no longer there. His eyes were dark with lust. “You need use your words, truffle” 

That sent a tingle up Rose’s spine. Willy only ever called Rose truffle when they did things like this. And boy, did she love it so much. “Please, put your mouth on me, Willy! I need it so badly!” She begged him.

Willy gave her a sexy smirk. He moved down the bed until his face was level with her cunt. He grabbed onto her nightgown, pushing it farther up her body. “Be a good little truffle for me and take this off, okay?”

Rose took a moment to sit up and remove her nightgown, revealing her bare body to her husband. She threw it across the room and laid down again. She shivered a bit, due to the slight coolness that was in the room, but perhaps it was the anticipation that her husband was about to eat her pussy for the first time.

Willy pulled his finger out of her cunt and brought it up to his lips. He put his finger in his mouth, cleaning it of her juices. He closed his eyes and moaned as he tasted her. She was sweet like honey. If she tasted this good while coating his fingers, he could only imagine what she tasted like straight from the source.

“I’m going to put my mouth on you now, okay?” Willy warned her. He grasped her hips and brought his mouth closer to her. Rose could feel his hot breath on her. “Tell me if you want me to stop”

Rose bucked her hips, which was her way of telling him to get on with the task at hand. Willy started out by licking a long stripe along her wetness. Rose gasped again, loving the new sensation of feeling his tongue against her. Willy had to moan and close his eyes bliss. She tasted absolutely divine like this. “You’re absolutely the sweetest thing I have ever tasted” Willy whined, as if he were desperate for more of her.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He dove right in, eating her like he were a man starved. Rose was moaning and writhing above him. She reached and grabbed Willy’s hair. Rose was loving this. She never knew having Willy’s mouth on her could feel so heavenly. “Willy!” She praised him. “That feels so good”

And as good as it felt for Rose, it felt just as good as Willy. He really couldn’t get enough of the taste of her sweet honey. He never wanted to stop. He could spend eternity tasting her. Her walls were so warm and wet on his tongue. Rose could feel it. She was close to reaching euphoria. Her hips began to buck. “Willy, I’m so close” She warned him.

Willy responded by humming against her. He didn’t want to take his mouth off of her, even for a second. He worked his tongue inside of her, even faster, moaning, licking, and slurping. He wanted her to cum for him. He needed her to cream all over his tongue. Needed to taste her sweet release.

Rose couldn’t take it any more. With all these new sensations, like Willy’s tongue massaging her walls and his nose rubbing against her clit, it was becoming too much to handle. “W-Willy--I can’t--I can’t-- Oh, yes!” Her orgasm was the strongest that she had ever felt. Her body was shaking, she was nearly pulling on Willy’s hair, and her thighs clamped onto his head, but not enough so that it would suffocate him. 

The surge of honey coated Willy’s tongue. He made sure to lap up everything, leaving no leftovers behind. Once he was satisfied and made sure that Rose had the chance to ride out her high, he came back up too see Rose’s reaction. He thought she’d be all smiles and dazed, but instead, there were tears in her eyes. Oh no, had he hurt her? “I’ve hurt you, haven’t I, starshine?” He felt guilty now. Maybe he shouldn’t have asked do to what he just did in the first place. “I’m sorry, starshine, but I just got so carried way, you taste so good and I--”

“Willy!” Rose grabbed his face. “You never hurt me”

Willy was confused. “But you’re crying”

Rose’s cries quickly turned into giggles. “I was crying because that felt so good, cocoa bean. You pleasured me to the point of tears”

“So, that means I did okay?” Willy grinned.

“Yes, cocoa bean” Rose said. She pulled him down beside her. His arms wrapped around her and she cuddled into him. “You did wonderfully” She could feel his erection poking at her through his pajama pants. “I can tell you liked it” She teased. “Would you like me to return the favour?”

Willy shook his head, pressing a gentle kiss to Rose’s lips. She could taste herself on him. “That’s alright, starshine” He assured her. “Getting to taste your sweet honey like that was pleasure enough for me for one night”

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[arianadevareux]

Being Married to Willy Wonka Would Include

(For @resplendentlady + anon)

Late night taste tests. When Wonka would come up with a new recipe, he'd want you to try it after it was finished.

Getting questions about your last name (if you choose to change it.) Surely you couldn't be of any relation to that Wonka, could you?

A weird limbo where the two of you work out how to communicate. I mean, he hasn't really had to consider others in a long time so it'd take a little bit to find a good groove.

You becoming so much a part of Willy's routine that if you're ever gone, he definitely notices your absence right away. Unless he's in a mood to be alone, he wouldn't be super worried if he's annoying you by reaching out to you when you're not there.

Willy coming to you for help without directly asking for it. He'd have a way of inferring that he needed your opinion or assistance without outright saying that he did.

A house full of songs. Whether Willy's singing to you, humming to himself, or playing music, you can bet it won't be quiet very often.

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[the-atlas-sister]

Pocky (Killua x Reader)

"Y/n! Hurry up!" Killua yelled, sitting cross-legged on your bed. "I'm hungry woman!"

"Then get your own damn food!" you yelled, walking into the room with a box of Pocky.

(YES, WE'RE DOING THIS! MY BRAIN INSPIRATION WATER GO POOF AND KILLUA LIKE CHOCOLATE SO... BLEH!)

"I'm a guest," Killua said. "You should be feeding me."

"No," you said, opening the box.

Killua frowned before coming up with an idea. "Let's play the Pocky game," he suggested, making you look at him. He had piqued your interest. "Whoever wins gets the rest of the pocky."

"Seems fair," you said, before narrowing your eyes. You knew Killua was a cheater when it came to games but you couldn't think of any way he could cheat with this. "Deal."

Killua grinned. His plan was perfect. He had been wanting to kiss you for a while but didn't know how he could do it. This was perfect. Plus, he would get chocolate.

"Let's start," Killua said, reaching over you to grab a stick. He placed it in his mouth before staring at you expectingly. You blushed but sat across the white-haired boy. You bit down on the sweet stick.

As soon as you did, Killua began chewing, moving close to the middle of the stick- surprising you a bit. But you quickly mimicked his actions, a determined look taking over your face.

Killua smiled slightly as you were centimeters away before he cupped the back of your neck and leaned forward, capturing your lips and finishing the Pocky. But he didn't pull away he away after he swallowed the sweet stick. He pulled you closer, closing his eyes.

You let out a small squeak as Killua wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his lap. You quickly kissed back although, loosely hanging your arms over his shoulders.

You let out a small gasp as Killua pulled away, connecting your foreheads. "I win," he whispered with a small smirk.

"Cheater!" you exclaimed, smacking him upside the head.

He chuckled before reconnecting your lips.

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[starstruckwillows]

♡ annotations - r.l ♡

starstruckwillows 🂱

pairing; remus lupin x reader

category; fluff, tiny bit of angst ig

summary; remus and reader talk about his poetry annotations when he isn't feeling his best

warnings/content; established relationship (bf!remus x s/o!reader), kinda sad remus

other; no reader pronouns or gender indication used

"rem?"

you'd trailed down to the gryffindor common room, blanket wrapped around your shoulders and held firmly at your chest, upon waking up and seeing your boyfriend's place beside you empty.

he looked up from his hunched over position on the edge of the sofa, leg bouncing as he unwrapped a bar of chocolate. he only held eye contact for a second before switching his focus to the dulling flames of the fire.

"remus, are you alright?" you spoke again, resisting the urge to anxiously fidget as you walked further into the room, taking a cautious seat beside him.

he gave you a nod, offering you a square of his midnight feast, which you accepted.

"could you not sleep?" your voice became subconsciously softer as his tense body and tired eyes clued you into his condition.

again, no verbal answer, just a tilt of the head to confirm.

you were unsure how to progress in the situation, letting your eyes sweep the room for ideas. discarded charms textbooks, a wand you vaguely remember some second year crying they'd lost, ink pots spilling stains onto their surfaces - and a leather bound book just inches from you. this particular copy is remus', you can tell by the battered cover, but you instantly recognise the volume as one on your own bookshelf.

"i didn't take you as a poetry guy." you smile lightly, reaching for it. remus refocuses his attention to you, eyes brightening as he tracks your movement in picking it up.

a beat of silence.

"my mum loves them," his voice was slightly raspy with misuse, "and... i guess i do too."

you smile softly, opening the page to see his messy scrawl annotating each one, "can i read what you've written?"

remus seems to hesitate for a moment, before nodding carefully. his annotations were his thoughts, and it sent a jolt of fear through him to share them, be so vulnerable, but he was making a conscious effort to open up - and it was you, he'd be fine.

and after a few minutes, he was pointing out words that you couldn't decipher, elaborating on his half abbreviated phrases, going into whispered detail about his process of thinking.

you just watch him quietly, the smile still gracing your face as his scarred hands dance across the pages in little constrained excitement.

you couldn't ask for anything more.

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[nkhrchuwuya]

in passing

bungou stray dogs | G | 581 words nakahara chuuya x reader/oc

chuuya’s not used to getting gifts from you.

it’s usually chuuya who comes home with the fancy gifts and extravagant souvenirs from wherever he’s come from. it’s not unusual for him to receive gifts in his career, after all—especially when he’s dealing with trades and other transactional affairs. to be able to bring a little bit home to you to share and bask in your smile is the true benefit of it all.

the short of it is that chuuya is used to be receiving items from other people, but to receive a gift? not at all. usually he’s the one to give you things.

so when you come home with something for chuuya in your arms, it always floods his heart with warmth.

like the day you came home with a big bunch of sunflowers, so big and cumbersome you could barely walk properly through the door. chuuya cackled at the sight of you at the door, but helped you anyway, taking the bouquet lightly into his arms.

“who gave ya such a big bunch? do someone a huge favor or somethin’?” he asks, as you huff and take your shoes off.

“what?” you ask, innocently, looking up at him, surprised. “no, i got them for you! the flower shop by the station were selling them for a bargain, so i thought…”

“for me?” his face slowly grows to be as red as his hair, and you wonder for a moment if you should have gotten him roses to match him instead. delightful laugh on your lips, you press your hands on his cheeks and steal a kiss from him, enchanted by his reaction. “idiot… why for me?”

“what, i can’t get my boyfriend flowers?” you quip, and chuuya just buries his face into the bouquet like a shy maiden. you go behind him to squeeze him from behind. he melts into your touch, and you realize there’s little that fills you as much love as knowing you can, in the smallest gestures, return to chuuya how much joy he continuously gives you.

it starts with the flowers, and then it becomes everything and anything. you try to get him one regularly, especially on days when you know he’s waiting for you at the penthouse so patiently. you don’t need to think big, really—winged eyeliner from the mall, a burger from the nearby fastfood chain, a teddy bear you won at the arcade—anything that tells him i was thinking of you while we were apart, even in passing sends him to his knees.

(so please do it for him, over and over again.)

chuuya doesn’t quite comprehend why he can’t just accept your gifts like a normal person, like an average boyfriend without feeling like the world has been handed to him. and for the longest time, there was a sense of frustration at how much you have him around your finger. that is, until chuuya realizes he loves being where he is now. a little puppy for your love and affection.

so when you bring home a whole chocolate cake from the local bakery, one you’d asked to have “i ♥ chuuya” written on the top of it with icing, chuuya relishes in both the sweetness of its flavor and the intoxicating feeling of being held and loved in his heart.

catching him spacing out, “is something the matter?” you ask, fork still dangling from your mouth.

chuuya sneaks a kiss to the corner of your lips. “nothing. i just love ya so much.”

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[randomperson351]

Chocolate brownies - Venom

Summary: Venom isn’t having a great time so you make him some chocolate brownies. Venom feels better now thanks to his tiny human, and he’ll make sure you feel better too.

Do not repost or rewrite, or even just blatantly copy any of my works. Minors and ageless blogs get blocked.

Masterlist

Blend all the ingredients together and bake for 30 minutes. At 30 minutes, cover the brownie with kitchen foil and cook for a further 10 minutes or until a knife comes away clean.

Recently Venom had been having a bit of a rough patch, the FBI was still looking into the Life Foundation incident so eating people at the moment was a serious no-no.

Eddie had left the city for a while, for business and holiday, so he left Venom with the person he could trust to keep control of him, you.

Venom was hesitant at first, yes he'd been around you through Eddie before but never on his own. However, on his second week with you, you let him eat a guy that was trying to seduce people and steal their money, that changed his tune pretty quickly.

Since you couldn't go out to get him food, you decided to make some chocolate chip brownies to compensate.

What are you doing tiny one?

You smiled at the deep baritone voice rumbling in your head, the nickname being a new fascination he's started with.

"I'm making you brownies since we can't go anywhere to get you brains."

Brownies?

"Essentially spongy chocolate squares." You could practically feel his eyes light up inside you.

Chocolate! My favourite.

"I know, that's why I'm making them." You giggled. One of Venom's black tendrils wrapped around your wrist as you moved to the sofa to watch TV and wait for the brownies to cook.

You treat me too well tiny one.

"I treat you how you deserve to be treated." You answered quietly, running your thumb along the black goo as it spread up to cover your hand.

Venom's head floated out from your back and rested contentedly crooked in your neck while watching the television with you. He slowly but surely wrapped your body in his form under your clothes, the day was rainy so the apartment got cold quickly; considering the symbiote's obvious aversion to lighting the fire, he often wrapped around your vulnerable, squishy pink form until it warmed up or you asked him to stop. Though if you were being honest, sometimes being wrapped up in Venom was the best part of your day.

You were so settled in your place on the sofa you almost missed the incessant buzzing from the alarm you placed next to you.

What is that sound?

“It’s my alarm.” You sighed, turning it off and getting up to check on the brownies. Venom’s head floated next to you as you walked, staying silent as he watched you cover the pan with foil and put it back in the oven. The scent of chocolate was starting to get to him, it was wafting through the whole apartment and covering every surface.

When will they be ready to consume, small human?

“Well-” you bent over and checked various points of the brownie with a knife, when you pulled it away the end was clean- “they’re all done so once they’ve cooled a bit you can dig in.”

We, nibbles, we. The brownies are ready for us to eat now.

“They are too hot for me to eat yet, they’ve just come out of the oven, V.”

Go sit down, let me handle this.

“Venom-ooh!” He’d wrapped around your legs and (practically) threw you onto the couch. One of his tendrils had wrapped around the tray and was holding it out the window in the wind. "What are you doing?"

Cooling the chocolate spongy squares for your tiny digestive system to absorb.

He was only out there for a few minutes when the tray was plopped next to you on the sofa cushions, brownie pressed out of the mould and grease leaving a lovely mark on your sofa.

"Board, Venom."

The brownie was lifted and on a board, chopped into squares before you could ask. Venom formed a finger and thumb and lifted a piece to your mouth.

Taste.

You tested how hot the piece was by your lip pressing against the edge. When you decided your esophagus wasn't going to set on fire, you happily took a bite and felt Venom relishing in the chemicals from the chocolate going straight to your brain.

"They're good!"

Indeed they are, tiny one.

Slowly you ate about 4 brownies before the sweetness got too much and you chugged back the rest of your drink. However, although you might've been done, that doesn't mean Venom was.

What are you doing? We haven't finished yet.

"We don't need to finish the whole tray, V! They're finger-food. You can just eat a few and save the rest for another time." You chuckled, licking your fingertips clean and pushing the rest of the brownies off to the side.

But they are necessary sustenance!

"For you-"

Us.

"-I, on the other hand, would turn into a beached walrus if I only ate everything you wanted."

You sound as if I have eaten your brain, fleshy human. I take care of us, I eat what I need from your food, I absorb the fat and keep you healthy. We live forever.

"I'm not quite sure that's how it works." You smiled. Venom's head floated down and rested on your lap, looking up at you.

Of course that's how it works!

"Alright, alright, whatever you say."

It was quiet for a few minutes with the movie playing on TV in the background when a tendril looped itself around your fingers.

Please just one more tiny one.

You sighed to cover a smile and agreed, much to Venom's delight.

But one turned into two, and two turned into four and then he's somehow managed to coax you to eat all the brownies bar one. Venom's tendrils wrapped around each square and brushed it against your lips, a different tendril fetching you a new drink and another supporting your posture as you ate to avoid stomach ache.

Venom's very toothy grin got wider as he reaped the effects of the chocolate and he voiced his pleasure with ease.

Well done, my small human. Thank you for doing this for us, I'll make it up to you.

He moved the solitary square to the kitchen and waited to see what you wanted to do now.

"Venom look what you've done, my pudge has gotten so big it's sticking out from my shirt!"

An easily fixable problem. Take a nap, tiny one, I'll keep you and your 'pudge' warm.

He flooded your body with sleep hormones and wrapped you up in his form again, head contently resting next to yours, trying to formulate a plan on how to get you to bake more delicious chocolate sponges.

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[mochikage]

first conversation | inumaki.

i.e. your first interaction with the guy who ends up being your boyfriend 

Communicating with INUMAKI isn’t as challenging as you thought it was going to be. Yes, he may be limited to ingredients for the most part, but he can still text and converse with hand signals. 

The first time you met him, you really couldn’t understand how any of his peers were able to talk to him. His choice of words (or really lack thereof) confused you to no end. Literally the first time you talked to him was at the school vending machines. He was looking at the options and you wanted to ask him if you could venmo him for some cash since the “tap and pay” option wasn’t working. 

“Uhm..” you lightly tapped him on the shoulder and if it wasn’t for your questioning tone, he wouldn’t have known you were there.

“Konbu.” (kelp, greeting) He greets. 

“Do you have venmo?” You point at your phone shyly. 

“Okaka.” (no, negation)  

“Oh, okay, thank you anyways!” you turn on your heels to walk away maybe look for Nobara or Megumi because Yuji definitely does not have cash for money. 

“Tuna tuna.” (gibberish, mainly used to get attention) He sticks his hand out to stop you. He waves his cash in front of you and points at the vending machine. 

“Do you need help picking?” 

“Okaka.” He shakes his head before he points at you and then the snacks in front of you, “tuna.” 

Your attention switches between him and the snacks before you register what he means. You point at your favorite snack and step aside. Inumaki puts the cash in and punches the corresponding numbers, waiting for the snacks to fall.

“As soon as I get some cash I can-”

“Okaka.” He cuts you off. He hands you your snacks and points at the other vending machine with drinks in them.

“Oh, no. Thank you, I really just came for this.” You give him one last smile before scurrying off, a blush creeping up your face from his kind gesture. 

Over time you’ve learned that he mainly sticks to two ingredients, shake for yes, or affirmations, and okaka for no, or any disagreements. When it all clicked for you, his personality really started to stand out to you. What a terrible thing that ended up being because now he’s all you can think about.

Little did you know that he tries to catch you at the vending machines any chance he can get. Even if it’s just seeing you walk around the campus he will run up to you and mumble a quick greeting before prompting you to talk about your day. Any little interaction is good enough for him. You’re plaguing his every thought, just like he is doing to you. 

(megumi). version 

#i love speaking in the tags #its like talking to the void #but somehow better? #i kind of want to do more people for this but idk who for #idk #anyways if you're reading this far #you deserve a golden cookie #with extra chocolate chips #and a kiss from your favorite (whoever that may be) #i dont understand people #who only have one favorite #how do u do it #pls share tips #thank you for coming to my tedtalk #inumaki x reader #inumaki toge #inumaki toge x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen fluff #inumaki fluff #inumaki x reader fluff #vanilla mochi

[psychedelic-ink]

— arcade.

welcome to the “Box of Chocolates” event I’m doing with the incredible @leydileyla​! We’ll be posting from the 1st of February till the 14th, I’m sending you all the most of love for Valentine’s day <3

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pairing: peter parker / fem!reader

genre: smut, pwp

prompt: “i really want to kiss you right now.” 

wordcount: 1.4k

warnings: size kink, oral (giving), dom!peter, sub!reader

requested by  @scarlet-prey 

“I really want to kiss you right now.” 

Despite the words coming from your own mouth, it felt like someone else was speaking. You looked down staring intently at the half open comic books on Peter’s floor. You didn’t know what prompted you to say such a thing. The two of you were studying, well he was studying you were just staring at him, and then suddenly you blurted out that you wanted to kiss him. It wasn’t a lie. You had a crush on him since the first day of university, you just managed to successfully keep it under wraps until now. 

“What?” 

Shitshitshitshitshit. 

You could hear the bed creaking, was he getting up? Oh god was he walking towards you? 

“N-Nothing,” you stuttered. “Forget I said anything, please.” 

“I don’t think I can do that,” he replied, standing an inch away from you. “You want to kiss me?” 

Your cheeks heat up at the thought. You want to shake your head and say no but you just… can’t. Peter smiled as he gently took a hold of your chin and lifted your gaze up from the floor. Before you could even comprehend what was happening he leaned in and claimed your lips quickly with a kiss. 

You only realize how tense your body was when you relax into the kiss. His lips were so soft, so tender that you surrendered yourself immediately. He lifted both hands to your face, cupping your cheeks tenderly as he tilted his head to the side and slid his tongue between your lips. You eagerly opened up for him, your whole body shaking as your mind became dizzy. Peter’s hands slid down your arms all the way to your waist. He squeezed your flesh, reveling in the way you moaned into his mouth. Everything about him drove you insane. His smell, his touch, his lips. When he pulled away you couldn’t help but chase those velvet lips, he chuckled and placed a hand on your shoulder, one hand still on your waist. 

“Do you want to continue?” he asked. “We can stop whenever you want to,” 

Your cheeks heated up once more and you looked down, only to lift your gaze back up again when he placed a quick kiss on your lips. Then you slowly nodded as you bit your bottom lip. Not really knowing what the next step was, your heart was lıudly thudding in your chest. You felt something laying heavy on your shoulder and you noticed that Peter was gently pushing you down. Following his lead, you got on your knees. The carpet felt ticklish under your skin. 

You watched as Peter undid his belt and lowered his pants, his hard-on visible under his black boxer shorts. You swallowed. It seemed much bigger than you imagined. You always thought of Peter having an average sized cock so you weren’t sure if it was just the trick of your eye or if it was actually that big. 

Peter chuckled, “Like what you see?” 

Your breath hitched and you replied to him with only silence. His blunt nails scratched the back of your head, making your heart flutter. Finally Peter lowered his boxers, revealing the treasure he had underneath. 

Needless to say, you were too shocked to speak. Peter’s cock sprung and hit the bottom of his torso, the tip was a beautiful shade of pink and it was much much thicker and longer than what you expected. Spit gathered in your mouth and you swallowed. Did he really expect you to fit that in your mouth? You swallowed again. His nails still scraped against your scalp, soothing you as you continued to stare, opening and closing your mouth like a fish. 

“Are you alright?” Peter asked. You could tell that he was trying to convey worry but you could hear the smugness in his voice. 

“Y–Yeah,” you stuttered, finally managing to look up. “I, I don’t think I can fit that in my mouth Peter.” 

“You don’t have to,” he replied, smiling down at you. “Just… Do what you feel, I promise I’ll enjoy it regardless of what you decide to do.” 

You nodded and looked back down. Taking in a deep breath you tried to ignore the fact that Peter Parker was staring at you and leaned forward. You gently placed your lips on the tip, it was warm, wet with precum. Opening your mouth, you sucked the tip and dragged your tongue around it. Peter’s hips twitched and you pulled back, grazing your lips and tongue against the shaft. His hand guided you as you wet his length with your spit, you cunt twitched, even grazing your mouth was enough to make you realize how big his cock was. 

“That’s it, good girl,” 

Goosebumps rose on your skin and you sucked on his tip once more, going further down on his cock. Peter started to gently rock his hips, pushing in deeper and pulling right back when you least expected it. Your throat started to relax and you felt bolder, taking in more and more with the help of his thrusts. You swallowed around him, trying to take more but you couldn’t. Tears started to prick your eyes and your chin felt strained from opening so wide. So in the end you wrapped your fingers around his base and started to stroke him as you bobbed your head up and down. 

You could vaguely hear Peter praising you, telling you how good your mouth felt, but you could only focus on his cock, your mouth taking in more and more with each movement. Spit mixed with precum dribbled from the corners of your lips and finally you felt the tip touching the back of your throat. Tears freely streamed down your face and muffled sobs tore away from your throat. 

“What's wrong?” Peter asked, worried. “Do you want to stop?” 

He started to pull back and with a panicked fit you placed your hands on the back of his thighs and held him inplace. You managed to shake your head as you squeezed your eyes. You wanted him all. You wanted every inch of him filling your mouth and it frustrated you how you couldn’t. Peter swiped a thumb over your cheek and wiped a tear away. 

“Do you want it all?” he asked, unsure of himself. 

You nodded. 

“Alright,” you could hear the smile in his voice. “I’ll push in but don’t move, I don’t want you getting hurt. Hit me if you want me to stop.” 

You nodded again, your nostrils flared as you took in deep breaths. Peter pushed in more and pulled back, testing your throat and your reactions. You kept reminding yourself to breathe. He pushed in more, another inch filling your mouth and making you happy. Then before you noticed his dark pubes tickled the underside of your nose and his balls laid heavy against your chin. You opened your eyes, surprised that you took him all in– Realization made you start to choke. 

“Breathe,” Peter reminded you, his voice more stern. “Breathe,” 

You took in deep breaths, the air filling your lungs. Peter muttered a good girl before he pulled back and shoved his cock in once more. Your body trembled as his movements became faster, rougher. His cock throbbing and twitching in your mouth, he took in sharp little breaths as he clutched your head with both hands. When you realized that he was holding back you moaned around him, the vibrations making him groan. 

“Fuck,” he rasped. “And here I thought you were a shy sweet little thing.” 

His pace quickened, his movements becoming more uncalculated as he chased his orgasm. Your hand fell down from his thighs as he fucked your mouth, your muffled moans filling the bedroom. Then, with a loud groan Peter spurted down your throat. 

His cum tasted bittersweet, you swallowed the endless amount he released down your throat. Peter panted as he held your head in place and when he emptied himself completely he pulled back, caressing your warm cheek. 

“That was amazing,” he groaned. “Don’t talk for a while, your throat will be sore. I’ll bring you some hot tea then I’ll return the favor– Does that sound good?” 

You opened your mouth to speak then quickly closed it, remembering what he said and nodded with a smile. Peter smiled back as he helped you up and laid you on the bed. He then disappeared to the kitchen and you couldn’t help but grin. 

Honesty really was the best policy. 

#mcu smut #mcu x reader #mcu x reader smut #peter parker x reader #peter parker smut #spiderman smut #spiderman x reader #burnthoneymint's and leydileyla's box of chocolates #valentines day event #tom!peter x reader #tom!peter parker #tom!spiderman

[moonbeamwritings]

part 3!jean pierre polnareff + comparing hand sizes

They start small — the affectionate little touches Polnareff lays on your body. A hand on the small of your back, an arm slung around your shoulder, his fingers ruffling your hair. It’s so casual but so dizzying that each moment leaves your face feeling hot, your eyes going anywhere but up to meet his own.

You didn’t think much of them, convincing yourself that each touch, each ghost of his hands on your arms, is nothing more than a product of the Frenchman’s personality. He was flirtatious, after all. He couldn’t possibly be into you, could he?

Things change, though, when one afternoon, as you’re waiting for Joseph to come back with a map, Polnareff suddenly fixes you with his undivided attention. “Hey,” he calls suddenly, holding a hand in front of your face. “Let me see your hand.”

“Why?”

Polnareff rolls his eyes as if you’ve just asked him an unbearably silly question. “Just because. Lemme see.”

Confused, you hold your palm in the air in front of his, allowing it to linger there despite the nervous thump of your heart at his widening grin. Without a second’s hesitation, the warm expanse of Polnareff’s palm meets yours, and he lets out a hum of delight. “Your hands are so small.”

You open your mouth to reply, to argue that your hands aren’t that small (It’s not your fault Polnareff is a giant), but when your eyes travel up to his face, the words stop in your throat. He’s looking at your joined hands with such a gooey, lovesick expression, almost bordering on wonder, that you can’t bring yourself to ruin the moment.

As you struggle to find the right words, Polnareff adds, “They’re so cute and, merde, so soft. What lotion do you use?”

“Oh, I-”

Before you can respond, Joseph announces his return with an excited yell and frantic wave of his newly acquired map, and suddenly everyone is up and moving again. With his fingers now intertwined with your own, Polnareff leads you down the busy sidewalk as if he’s done it a million times before.

He squeezes your hand and, with a smile creeping onto your lips, you realize that despite all of the times his hands have met your skin, Polnareff has never held your hand before. Perhaps there were requited feelings in his lingering touches, after all.

#welcome to the chocolate shop event #polnareff x reader #polnareff imagine #jean pierre polnareff x reader #jean pierre polnareff imagine #jjba x reader #jjba imagine