#fox tote bag | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

thatone-brightstar · 1 year

Text

Paint stained kisses -Carmy Berzatto x Fem!Reader-

a/n: Everyone say thank you to the sweet @beebslebobs for the idea on this oneshot that was originally just an insta post from my TB & TF universe!

Here's a little sweetness to alleviate the chest pains that chapter 10 may have caused on some of you. It's part of the same story, but it can totally be read separately if you'd like

BUT if you haven't read it and you wanna… here’s the link to that:

The Bear & The Fox -Carmy Berzatto x Fem! Reader-

Word count: 3.4k

Summary: Your and Carmy's day off.

WARNINGS: Smut ahead, oral sex (female receiving), p in v, dirty talk if you squint, reader is on birth control but isn't mentioned (wrap it up IRL tho), minors DNI but you'll do what you want so don't say I didn't warn you.

“That was the worst french toast I’ve had, like, ever…” You groan, kicking your soaked sneakers to the side as soon as Carmy throws the door open.

“My eggs Benedict were pretty good.” He answers from behind.

You roll your eyes with your back to him and scoff. “Obviously, sis wouldn’t dare serve you something awful.” You turn to your boyfriend, a mocking smile curled on your lips. “‘Anything else I can get you, chef? I can also offer you something that isn’t on the menu…’ wink, wink.”

The exaggerated kissing noises you make towards him pull a chuckle from his chest as he combs his fingers through the wet strands of hair. You roll your eyes again and pad to his speaker, soon filling the room with the soft notes of an instrumental song. The warmth of his hands brush over the sides of your waist and rest delicately over your navel as his chest presses to your back, causing the moisture of his sweater to transfer onto yours.

“So, what I understand is you’re jealous someone was hitting on me?” Carmen whispers between soft kisses on the valley of your shoulder.

“No, I’m jealous your food was better than mine-” You answer, swatting his hands away and earning another soft laugh that fills your ears with joy as you walk into his room.

You’ve grown used to the lovely sound, more common the longer you spent by his side, as if the walls he held up were slowly chipping away with your constant presence. You softly hum to the music from his stereo while you rummage through the drawer that holds a few shirts you’ve hauled to his place in the past couple weeks.

He had emptied it out after finding your things bunched up and wrinkled inside your backpack by the sofa. You found it completely adorable when, in search of a shirt of his to sleep in, instead you found your own clothes - neatly folded in perfect squares- occupying the first drawer in his closet. He didn’t mention it and neither did you. Knowing Carmy and his silent acts of love, mentioning it would only shy him back into his shell and the progress you had made over the months of going out was something you weren’t willing to lose.

You pull out a blue washed out ‘The Original Beef of Chicagoland’ shirt that still smells like his body wash and pull it over your chest, then a pair of shorts and some socks to pad around his cold floor while taking out your supplies from the waisted tote bag inside your backpack. You only have a month or two until the showing and even though it might seem like enough time, to you it wasn’t. Every time you tried to concentrate on an idea for your set, your mind would go blank, thoughtless and frustratingly empty. You could blame it on the prospect of a deadline, maybe painter’s block, but you knew it was more than that.

You’ve used painting as an outlet all your life. Most of your favorite works came from a place of hurt, anger and most times sadness. But now they had all been shoved into a corner and replaced by a sense of calm and overall happiness and while you’re glad most of the dark thoughts have left, now it was harder to conjure up any idea that seemed good enough to be presented in front of hundreds of people.

You rub your face in frustration and pull your hair out of your eyes into a bun, then drop criss-crossed by the window of Carmy’s room, acrylics, brushes and sketchbooks flooding the floor. The gentle lull of the chords mix with the shuffling from the kitchen and a smile forms on your face as the source of your lack of inspiration walks into the room, shirtless and cradling a bowl of diced fruit in his hand.

“Here.” Carmy mumbles softly, passing the bowl to you and leaning down to place a gentle kiss over your hair.

You take it, mumbling a quiet ‘Thanks’ through your smile and pop a piece of the tangy peach in your mouth before setting it on his nightstand.

“How’s the brainstorming coming along?” He takes a seat in front of you, back leaning against his bed and lighting a cigarette.

Without answering, you stretch your arm to him, sketchbook in hand and stare mesmerized as he flips through the pages, lit tube dangling from rosy lips. You keep taking bites off the savory fruit to avoid biting your lip instead because the view in front of you is just that fucking good. Baby blues flicker towards you without bothering to lift his head and the way your legs twitch trying to close has a smirk forming over the cig.

“What?” You say defensively.

“Nothin’.” He accentuates with a raise of his brows. “What’s wrong with these?” He asks, giving you the book back turned to a page harboring a few sketches of the sea, shore and shells.

“They’re not good enough…” You admit, tracing your finger over the print his thumb left when it smudged the charcoal. “They don’t make me feel anything- art’s supposed to make you feel something. How can I call myself an artist if it doesn’t stir anything in me!?”

“Hey-” He puts out the smoke on the ashtray over his night stand and scoots to you, making a space for you between his arms. The heat of his naked chest and compression of his arms do wonders to dull out the rising pounding inside. “You’re overthinking it. Maybe take some time off… what do you do when you’re frustrated?”

“...paint.”

Carmy gives you a small snort, genuine and lighthearted, that blows a few wild strands of hair and has you looking up to his glowing face with a tiny grin. You suck the corner of your lip in concentration, the angle in which he has you cradled can only be described as holy. Strong jaw and nose angle perfectly into your line of vision and you have to refrain yourself from kissing the soft tip of it multiple times.

“How ‘bout you make one of those abstract paintings? Let the brush guide you- or whatever-”

“I could paint you…” The words escape your lips the second they materialize in your head.

He pulls his head back slightly, brows drawn up in confusion. “What, like one of your french girls?”

“No!” You manage to answer through a fit of giggles that you’d be ashamed to let out if you hadn’t gotten so comfortable with him already. “Paint on you, as in over you.”

You strain your neck up to catch his lips in yours, the stubble that covers his chin scratching over your tender skin. He smiles into the kiss, very well feeling your intentions of trying to distract him with what you know he likes the most: you.

“It’ll help…” Sultry breath fans his lips and clouds his thoughts with the taste of peaches, fresh and sweet. “Yeah?”

Carmy can only nod, still hooked on the taste of your lips and the stretch of your smile when you get your way. He groans when you pull away, goosebumps rising over the exposed flesh of his chest as you move to take his pillow and sheet from the bed and place it over the ground, beside his legs. He sighs, but obliges anyway, unhooking his stiff thighs and laying belly flat over the hard ground.

“Can’t we do this on the bed?” He speaks over the soft material of the silk pillow sheets you had bought solely for him.

“I don’t wanna get paint on the bed.” You shrug. “Don’t move, it’s gonna tickle a bit…”

The first stroke of the brush gives him chills as the cold paint glides over uncharted territory. He finds it strange, but not uncomfortable and once he gets used to it, it even feels calming. Your soft hums to the tune of the music, the rain pattering outside and the rhythmic strokes have him slowly lulling away into an almost relaxed state, at least what he considered relaxation.

You smile gently down at his long and slow breaths, tracing with your brush over the small beauty marks that map his pearly skin like constellations on an explorer’s map. While one hand holds the brush, you use the pads of your fingers to press down gently over the strained muscles that don’t seem all that relaxed, pulling a groan or two every so often and enjoying all the little sounds he makes.

You spend the time just admiring him. The way his shoulder blades flex when he wraps his arms under the pillow, to the two very pretty dimples that peek just above the waistband of his sweatpants.

“You’re not doin’ much painting…” He mumbles, voice thick and groggy from sleep, while your nails rake rhythmically along his ribs.

“I got distracted…” You bite your lip and pull your phone from under the brushes to snap a picture of your wonderful view, then you lean down and place a sultry kiss where his shoulder blades meet.

“Fox…” He warns through your kisses, the pet name sounding at home between rosy soft lips.

“Bear…” You tease back with a smile, you knowing how much he liked you calling him that.

In a second, you sink down your teeth over the plush skin and he visibly shudders under you. You barely hear him mumble something to himself, before he’s turning to his side and using one strong arm to pull you down to him. Your vision spins and a squeal comes out, only to be shoved back into your throat with the force of his kiss. You’re caged between his arms, torso pressing you to the ground and mouth roaming wet and mercilessly over your own.

The few seconds of air you fill your lungs with when he separates to pull the thin shirt over your head can only do so much to alleviate the burning in your core caused by his strong stare. You raise to your forearms and his lips latch immediately to your exposed collarbone, starving and pleased with every whimper he pulls from you.

“You wanna play chef, let’s play-“ He teases and without wasting time, pushes himself off you into a seating position, thighs spread out just enough for you to sit over them after pulling you to him again.

His enthusiasm is evident in the growing bulge that begins to rub on the inside of your thighs and with the help of your toes on the floor, you rock your hips forward enough to feel his fingers twitch over your waist, digging deeper into the flesh. A soft and shaky moan caresses your lips, motivating your movements as your fingers scrape up his neck and get lost in the messy strands.

His smile stretches over your joined lips. “Anything for you… chef.”

You can feel his Adam’s apple bob with a chuckle as you kiss down his neck, sucking and nibbling hard just under a thin tan line where you assumed his shirt would cover it up, hopefully. His hips jerk upwards with strength, ripping a gasp from your chest, then another squeal when he wraps a secure arm around your waist and hoists you up and off the floor. Your knees squeeze over his hips and your arms wrap around his shoulders in surprise only for a moment, before feeling the soft sheets and the mattress underneath.

Carmy’s lips brush down the exposed skin of your chest, his wet tongue lapping over the hardened nipple of each breast has your knees separating and making room to fit his hips perfectly. He lets go of your tender skin too soon, peppering saliva stained kisses down the middle of your abdomen. As his knees fall to the ground, dexterous fingers pull at the hem of your shorts in a torturously slow fashion, making you lift your upper body on your elbows and direct an impatient glare. Your hair has fallen off its bun somewhere between the floor and the bed, glowing like a dark halo with the few rays of sunshine filtering through the open window and it’s gripping at Carmy’s chest.

“Baby, please…” You moan eager and annoyed, trying to shimmy your hips to quicken the process.

The cold air hits the bare flesh of your cunt and ignites goosebumps that Carmy kisses away as he finishes sliding the fabric over your feet.

“Fuck, so wet already. Just for me, huh?” He mumbles to himself, breath blowing over the exposed skin and causing a jolt of need to travel deep inside.

You swallow down the thick pool of saliva that drowns your mouth at the sight of his beautiful face between your legs. “Bear, please I need you to-” The phrase is cut short by your gasp.

Long digits rub tauntingly over your slit, coating in the arousal caused only by him. He’s too eager to continue teasing you, too entranced with the way your pussy glistens with the bare idea of him that all he can do is look up at you through his brows and lap at the wetness with a firm tongue. With just the first taste of you, he’s hooked, like a starving man afraid they’ll take away his only source of life.

Your groan throws your head back with force and makes your eyes lose focus. Strong hands grip at your hips, rooting you to the mattress while your feet fall over his shoulders. Your hands try to find anything to hold on to- hair, sheets, pillow and even your own thighs- but the constant assault of his skillful mouth makes your fingers lose their grip on anything in your reach.

“Fuck baby-you’re doing so, so good-” Your praise makes his cock twitch inside his pants and he uses one of his hands to frantically pull the waistband down, stroking himself with a similar speed to his mouth.

Whimpers cascade from your lips and pool over your chest with every slurp and lick that echoes in the small room. You force your blurry eyes to focus down, only to be met by piercing black and a thin ring of deep blue staring up at you. His hand spreads over the sweet spot where your thigh meets your hip bone, digits concave the flesh in a way that reminds you of the ancient marble sculptures. There’s a predatory air about the way his jaw tenses in concentration while eating you out, hard muscle digging deep into you and curving your back off the sheets.

Your nails dig into his scalp with every stroke of his tongue and the scorching sensation crawling over your thighs only grows with the bump of his nose over your swollen clit. A hard yelp scratches its way out through your exhausted lungs, motivating him to speed up his movements and add a finger into your dripping cunt. His groans and moans vibrate into your overstimulated area, causing the orgasm to hit you out of nowhere.

A chorus of ‘fuck’s that vary in volume ring inside Carmy’s ears -along with the pulsing walls compressing his finger and tongue- but he refuses to budge. Instead he continues to rub your clit with the bridge of his nose until your breaths have settled long enough for moans to turn into words and not the unintelligible mumbling that makes his chest swell with pride. He pulls his own hand from around his cock afraid he’ll burst before his favorite part, distracting himself by placing gentle kisses over your spasming thighs and rubbing along the lengths of them as he crawls over you.

There’s a blissful smile over your face that only grows with the sweet pecks of his lips making their way up your skin. You open your eyes when the mattress dips under his weight beside you and you prop your head up on your elbow, mimicking his stance. Your eyes are glossy with post-orgasm bliss as your hand lifts to his face and your middle finger traces over the prominent line of the nose you love so much. His skin is smooth with your slick and you can’t help but pull your finger back and pop the tip into your mouth, never losing his stare.

His neck loses grip of his head, messy curls falling in frustration because, how is it that the smallest thing you do can rile him up so fucking quickly? A death between your legs, he thought, would be the happiest demise.

With the thought present in mind, he circles your waist tightly and drags your body over his into a seating position. You throw your leg over his parted ones in sweet anticipation, knees hovering over the sheets while your arms fall on his shoulders and you pull him up to your mouth. The taste of peaches and tobacco mixing with your arousal have you panting and grinding your folds over the firm head of his cock.

“You want me to fuck you?” He whispers in between kisses, using all his strength to not slam into you already. He just loved to hear you say it, have your pretty lips pout around the word that had been used to taunt him for so long, needy for you to give it another meaning. "I gotta hear it, baby, c'mon-"

“Fuck yes, chef- please fuck me-” Your thighs quiver with want, mouth completely disconnected from your brain as the words tumble down. “Please, chef? Pretty, pretty please?”

His eyes grow soft and his dick hard at the way you whine your words, hips rocking along his length leaving him delirious and pussy-drunk before he’s even inside you. Carmy plants a firm hand at the base of your spine, using it to guide you down his stiff cock until the last bit of air is pushed out your lungs.

“Fuck-” You groan, throwing your head back then letting it fall over his shoulder as he lifts you up and lets you drop over and over again.

Your hands dig at his back, clawing over undried paint you’ve forgotten is there and smearing careless streaks of blue and pink over his chest. The beautiful sound of smacking skin and his breathy moans growing louder around you go straight to your core, igniting the tingling sensation that runs up and down your thighs once again.

His eyes can’t seem to look away from your face, too bewitched by the way your lips hang parted and the fine layer of sweat covering your skin. While his hand rounds your body and runs circles over your nub, his teeth latch onto the breasts bouncing in his line of vision, pretty bruises flourish and decorate the skin with his own personal mark.

“Bear- baby- fuck-” Fragments of a sentence is all you’re able to utter, pushed out and punctuated by the snap of his hips increasing in speed.

You feel every one of his thrusts too deeply inside you from that angle, along with the constant nibbling over your tender breast and you think you might just go mad from the overstimulation. You roll your hips along with his when the tension in your navel begins to grow. One hand circles his neck and buries inside sweaty locks while the other tries to grip onto the wall for any sense of stability. Your legs tremble, the tension builds and without warning, your grip on his cock pulls the air from his lungs as he feels you spasm around him and come with a gutural gasp.

Carmy digs into the skin of your hips lifting you up for a few more thrusts before the tightness of your walls grows too much. His neck flushes red with the force of his release, the groan vibrating next to your ear makes the thin hairs on your body rise with chills.

The drained energy finally catches up to you both and Carmy lets gravity pull him down to the comfort of the soft bed, holding you tight in his arms and pulling you down with him. You’re too blissed out to warn him about the paint still fresh, now pressing over the white sheets disparaging the bed.

It’s only when he turns to carefully place you beside him- arms secure around you- that you open your eyes and notice the array of smeared paint covering both your chests and around his neck. The laughs rippling from your chest are too contagious for Carmy to stay quiet, joining on once he gets a view of himself and the lilac prints around your face that match with the size of his thumbs.

“See?” He whispers once you’ve both run out of laughter, sapphire eyes dancing around your glowing face and hand traveling up to caress your cheek. “I was right about the abstract painting…”

"Yeah..." You grin back. "And so much for not wanting to get paint on the bed..."

**********

Taglist: @pearlstiare @teteminne, @beebslebobs, @harrysmatcha, @yum-yahgurt, @pussy-f41ry and that’s it lmao

447 notes · View notes

kabukipookie · 3 months

Note

Hey I’d like to request nfsw Yae Miko and M!reader, haven’t seen many fics like this so the premise can be whatever you like :) Ty

Fulfilling a Fantasy∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠°｡⁠☆

★⌒ヽ(´ ❥ SUMMARY`)

Finding yourself at a creative stump, Cheif Editor Yae Miko was happy to help you explore the assigned genre ; Fantasy

ᝰ.ᐟ ⤵ cw + genre

Dom! Yae Miko x amab! reader

use of 'baby' & 'dear' , praise, begging(reader), fem dom (miko), cunnilingus, i did my best- please leave constructive criticism!

ᝰ.ᐟ ↪ wc ####

@kabukipookie × TMBLR original work

a/n at the end ♡ (⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠)

INTERACT AT YOUR DISCRETION ❤️‍🔥

Being a freelancer in Inazuma before the Vision Hunting Decree was abolished was a bit harsh. The state of affairs had a severe effect on your creative inspiration.

Despite this, you had to pay bills. You had a due date to get a draft for a new book to the executive editor. Miss Yae Miko.

The prompt was also so very unclear. Just what did she want? She's never been so vague. Maybe the market isn't doing good.

Once establishing yourself as a writer, god did it have its ups and downs. . . But, worries quickly dissipated after being scouted as an exclusive writer; Your works would be carried by Yae Publishing House.

Meeting her for the first time was a scene. How did she know how to get under everybody's skin? She knew exactly what buttons to press.

You received a letter from the Publishing House, and later a meeting was set to discuss terms.

You had to hike up to meet Miko, the shrine maidens were a bit more than confused however; She never had people visit above.

The meeting went about as well as it could, you didn't know it was unusual for her to specifically invite someone up to the shrine.

Work was stable, a dream you never thought would be fulfilled.

Yes, the current affairs were an obstacle, more so was the fact the Chief Editor was being so unresponsive.

There was hardly any tension between you two. Y'know, ignoring how you couldn't hold eye contact for anything longer than a glance. Or how the tips of your ears burned whenever her soft fingers glazed yours when passing manuscripts back and forth. A smooth melody played; soft instrumental. Her lips echoed the tune, humming.

It's like this world was made for her, Miko was too perfect. Her presence was perfect, and the scenery around her... Arguably created purely to extenuate her lovely features.

It did feel a little intense when you walked to the Grand Narukami shrine. The day was breezy, pretty pink cherry petals danced in the sky.

From monthly, to weekly walks to visit your boss, the scenery was always so lovely. You couldn't get too mad at the envoy, you'd be enthusiastic about living at such a beautiful peak of Inazuma.

Knuckles clacked against the pristine door, and you hear shuffling before a familiar voice said "Come in."

Sly as a fox, brimming with mischief it felt like. Recently, she has been unusually preoccupied. Stress, probably.

You didn't however, know the days she was taking off and ignoring your mail, she spent fucking herself on her fingers.

It's never easy to be an executive editor, let alone the responsibility of the grand priestess... Once you spoke to a shrine maiden, they led you to Yae Miko's residence.

You enter the building, tote in hand. you spot Yae Miko with her knees folded on top of a tatami mat.

"Oh, Y/n. What could I assist you with ~ ?" She makes a gesture to come sit across from her.

"Ah, I hope I'm not interrupting anything, Chief Editor." Timidly, you take a seat and open up your bag.

"Of course not darling. It's my responsibility to help the Inazumians of today."

Straightening out the papers, the ones with an outline as well as some ideas you had jotted down.

You stifle a small grunt of amusement.

"Hm? Something funny, dear?" Her head tilts cutely to the side

"Miss editor, I'm a coworker. I do find it a bit funny how seriously you speak to me, but otherwise.." You trail, she looks more relaxed. The atmosphere felt very tranquil.

"--Its just I'm not quite sure what you mean when you told me to write a "Fantasy" Novel. . . I don't mean to be rude, but you know I only have experience with realism."

A nervous look was etched into your features.

You see a smirk at the tips of her pink lips, as she outstretches her arm to begin looking through the papers.

"Oh dear, I guess I should've been more descriptive? I apologize, I've just been so... Busy. Yes that's it "

Her smooth voice infiltrates your ear, diverting your attention to the plain floor. The sound of papers ruffling continues.

"I can try! Do you think you could help me brainstorm? I'm unsure of how to start something like this. I won't take too much of your time, Miss."

She places the papers to the side, fingers finding your shoulder, rubbing gently. Lifting your face to meet her eyes, there's something sultry in her touch.

"Of course, I'm more than happy to."

She leans forward, your cheeks flushed.

Face felt warm and you started to stutter.

"T-Thank You. So, where should we start?"

You contemplate for a minute, restraint quickly leaving just as your resistants did. Her eyes felt like they drilled holes into your being. She's practically stripping you naked in her mind.

"Your fantasies of course. Mind telling me a few? Just to get to know what you have going on inside that head of yours."

You blink. Huh?

"I'm not sure that... Uhh..."

"Y/n, don't be shy." Her hand moves to your neck, rubbing a circle with her thumb before as she continues.

"What comes out of your mouth today is prayers. Okay, Dear? As a maiden, I'll keep your secrets." Her lips find your neck, littering your collarbone with feathery open kisses.

She quickly pulls back and stares at you as if this was a usual meeting between you both.

Hopefully, you plead with the gods to let this become a common occurrence .

"So tell me." The way she said it was so obviously a demand, could you do anything but obey?

"Uh.. I don't have many fantasies. It's quite.. Err.. fulfilling to be a writer. Especially with an editor like yourself." You toss her a nervous smile.

"Quite the sweet talker, now..."

The way she looked at you, like she wanted to just..

Eat

You

Up.

Working with Yae Miko isn't easy, the way she's so cunning makes you feel almost insignificant. . . However, Now? It just made the tightness in your briefs feel so... Uncomfortable!

She finds her way on top of you, hips straddling yours, cunt pushed up against your member.

Your hands find her hips, pulling her closer and practically high off her scent. Peachy, sweet. Every part of her overloaded your senses, every bit of you felt so weak against her.

"This is okay right, Miko?" You look for confirmation before exposing her chest. She smiles, almost too innocent compared to how she was keening to your touch, panties were damp and god, you could feel it.

"Let me tell you something, Dear." Her tongue slid up the shell of your ear.

"My fantasy is you." Her voice was airy, you felt like you were dreaming. "Indulge me m'kay? I wanna hear you beg to touch me, can you do that for me?"

"Yes!- I mean, of course, Miko..."

You pull her in for a kiss, it was so kind. Too sweet for the way you wanted to be ruined by her. Too sweet, in contrast to your mouth being invaded by her sweet scent. The way she craved her pussy to be spread with your tongue, she needed you now.

"F-Fuck… Miko…" You feel her smile against your lips as she sways her hips.

"Please let me undress you." Eyes glimmered, gaze softened, "Who baby?" Yae slyly says.

Confused, you spit out the first word that came to mind.

"Mommy please.." God... Shame ran through your veins, the kind that also runs elsewhere. A chuckle reverberates through your ears.

"Hmph, You're too precious." She lifts herself from your lap, allowing you to slip her perfectly tailored kimono from her figure.

Touches burned, everywhere. It was like a stinging; without your touch. She needed to feel you, have you bow down to her. Begging her to let her walls squeeze you.

Her supple skin was in view, your lips latching around a nipple quickly.

Her hand grips your locks, tugging slightly while a 'tsk' comes out, alongside a small moan. You look up to her while you continue to suck on her tits like a baby.

"I want you between my thighs, okay Baby?"

"There you go.." Yae Miko coos, petting your head as you are between her knees. Her kimono was undone at the front, and hair cascaded over her shoulders. Your hand finds her inner thigh, face to face with her clothed cunt.

Sliding your finger to the band of her panties, you remove the garment. Her pussy was so pretty, walls fluttering around nothing while it gushed out sweet nectar you wish you could drown in. You flick your tongue out, licking her thigh before gently biting it. Your hands had a firm grip on her thigh and waist respectively. Soothing circles were being drawn on her tummy, thighs were being gently sucked on 'till they were bruised and pink.

"Ah! So good, Baby, mhm.." Yae Miko lets out a low groan, hand holding a fist full of your hair as a dark hickey begins to form on her pale smooth thigh.

"C'mon baby, taste me." It was a command, one that made you drool.

Taking a breath, you mumble.

"You taste so good…"

It comes out messy, like the way your tongue is preoccupied with stirring up her tight cunt. You felt slender fingers grasp at your scalp again, just harder. Demanding. You take that as a sign to push your whole muscle into her hole.

"Haahh~! Fuck. Yes-Yes..!"

"F-fuck… You're doing so well baby…You're so desperate. So n-needy."

Finding her clit with your fingers, you gently rub her clit while your tongue dips into her heat.

Licking up her slit, you spread her pretty lips and look into her eyes before diving back in like a starved dog.

"F-fuck-! Haah, that feels so good~!" she moans out, breath light and thighs twitching.

"I-I'm gonna cum... More..." She keens, laying her back on the floor as you go down on her, slurping up every drop of her slick. Increasing the pace on her clit, her back arches into your touch. Her ears are twitching, you feel a fluffy tail thump under your lover's thighs. Such a display, one to savor. If only you could engrave this in your memor-

Light thumps echo from the entrance.

Clack clack clack

You pull away from her core, looking at her face. You're messy with wetness, a tent obvious in your pants.

Visibly annoyed having an orgasm interrupted, she straightens her garments and mumbles "One minute..."

Glancing at you, she leans in for a last, wet sloppy kiss. Miko practically eats you whole, she tastes herself on your tongue. It was so... sloppy.

She grabs you, hand on your cheek after quickly tying her kimono.

"You did so good for me. Did I give you a bit of inspiration?" Her eyes bore into yours, other hand grasping your arm.

"Uhh- Y-Yes. Very much so" You adjust your arms, instinctively hiding your very warm face.

"Well then, I'll let you get started with a draft. Okay? I apparently have matters to attend to..." A wink graces her face, you watch as she slips out the door.

Sitting there, you guess it's only natural for an editor to help her precious writer in need!

hi!! this is my first real fic i guess.. feel free to flood my requests! im a slow writer and im unsure on how to end smut.

either way, thank you for reading. if there are any typos plz lemme know.

much love! - vibi

#yae miko x reader #yae miko x reader smut #male reader #reader insert #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #divider by benkeibear #°^° archive #kabukipookiedookie

60 notes · View notes

owlwithanapple · 9 days

Text

Bird & Fox

Chapter 6

You took out a few clothes from the closet and put them on the bed to choose the right outfit. The experience of watching a movie with friends for the first time is something you have never experienced before. You feel inexplicably excited and looking forward to it.

You wear a simple white sleeveless dress and a pair of black short boots. Short boots are your exclusive style. They make your legs look thinner and longer, it is more convenient to move.

You stare at the locked room next door, which is where you store your equipment. It seems that you can't wander around tonight. You don't have the free time to play, you skip work today.

It's already four o'clock. It's almost time to get ready. You clean the house briefly to make sure it's clean, and go to the kitchen to get Kirin's dog food dinner ready in case he gets hungry.

You stripped naked and ran into the bathroom to take a hot shower. You squeezed some floral shower gel and applied it evenly to every part of your body. You washed off the soap on body and dried it.

You simply matched your hairstyle with a white headband. Because dressing up is not something you are good at, you chose a blue tote bag to store your things.

More than half of the time has passed. You have matched your outfit and posed then smiled in front of the mirror. The mirror reflects that the clock hanging on the wall is already 6:30pm. You quickly make sure that nothing else is missing before you go out.

Jason can't enter the parking lot without an access card, you sit in the entrance, put on your short boots, pick up your bag and leave home. You press the elevator to let the door open and walk in. You take out your phone and comb your bangs.

Suddenly you receive a message and click on it to see that it is Jason.

🏍️: Stay tuned.

🐶: Oh yea!

Jason POV

I left home an hour early went to a nearby flower shop to look at flowers. I didn't know if tonight was a date for her, but I wanted her to feel that I was serious about it.

The flower shop was filled with all kinds of flowers. I only now realized that there were so many kinds of flowers. I was dazzled by them, but they were so beautiful and moving. This is the beauty brought by flowers.

"Sir, what kind of flowers do you want to buy?"

"I want to buy flowers for a girl. Do you have any recommendations?"

He handed me a bouquet of roses. "Red roses are the most suitable for girls. They represent romance and passion."

I looked at the roses in his hand and was puzzled. "Hmm..."

Giving red roses to girls is indeed the best choice, representing romanticism, but her temperament gave me a feeling that she not suitable for red roses, I didn't know what color should be used to describe her.

I looked around in the flower shop to find out what flowers were most suitable for her. According to her simple, generous, lively and cheerful personality, she maybe suitable for yellow flowers, but I didn't think yellow was suitable for her.

I scratched my hair, I could just keep it simple and give red roses, but red roses were still not suitable. I liked her a little bit, and she thought I was her friend, it couldn't just be my wishful thinking to give her a gift.

When I couldn't make up my mind, I saw a bunch of pure white fresh lilies in front of me. I took a closer look immediately determined that this flower was what I was looking for.

"Hey! This is it." I immediately asked him to help me wrap it up. I chose ten lilies and added some blue baby's breath as decoration. I chose black paper as the base color and matched it with blue ribbon. Black can better reflect the effect of white.

I returned to the car and carefully placed the bouquet on the passenger seat. There was still 30 minutes of free time. I went to her apartment building to wait for her in advance. I sent her a message.

🏍️: Stay tuned.

🐶: Oh yea!

After receiving her reply, I started to get a little nervous. The air conditioner in the car was obviously very cool, but my body was hot. It might be an illusion caused by nervousness. This feeling is really the first time I have experienced it.

After waiting for a while, I saw a girl coming out. She was wearing a white dress, black short boots and a blue tote bag. The colors seemed to match the ones I had chosen for the flowers.

"Huh?!" What a coincidence! The colors were exactly the same. I was surprised. It was really her! She was looking around for me, I immediately got out of the car with the flowers to pick her up.

Y/N POV

The elevator door opens after it arrives. You put your phone in your bag and walk out of the elevator with a smile on your face. When you arrive outside, you look around for Jason, but he is nowhere to be seen.

You kick the pebbles on the roadside to pass the time. You sense that someone is approaching from behind. You clench your fists. As soon as you turn around, you know it is a dangerous person. You kick him. He taps your shoulder with his fingers.

You immediately turn around and see someone holding a bouquet of flowers to block his face. You are a little startled, but when you look closely, it is a beautiful bouquet of lilies. Maybe you are blocking his way. You back a few steps to make way for him, but he does not move.

"Hey, are you waiting for me?" He takes the flowers away to reveal his face.

You were surprised because you saw Jason, "Hey! What are you doing?"

He handed you the bouquet, "For you."

You happily took the bouquet from his hand, "Thank you, the flowers are beautiful."

You carefully and gently touched the petals, looking at the color of the bouquet in your hand, such a pure and gentle white. You looked at Jason's face happily, not knowing how to react, and then stepped on him.

"Ouch..." He laughed out loud.

You secretly laughed, "Why did you buy flowers..."

"You don't like it?"

You shook your head, "No, I like it very much."

He looked in another direction, smiling slightly, and you saw that he looked happy. It seems that he is in a good mood today, which is also a good thing for you.

Suddenly he looked at you with a smirk, "I'll show you something."

You put your hand on your chin, "Hmm..."

He took out the car keys from his pocket and told you proudly, "Suprise! I'm driving my own car today."

You put your hands on your cheeks, "Nani!"

You followed the direction he pointed with his thumb and saw a bright red cool sports car behind. You ran to the car with shining eyes to admire it. It was unbelievable that there was such a cool car in front of you.

"Lamborghini Aventador LP700. How is it? It's much cooler than my dad's car." He smiled proudly.

You bowed and said, "Indeed, your car is very cool." Then he kicked him.

Before your foot kicked down, he took a step back and said proudly, "Nonono, I won't fall for it again."

You pouted and said, "Tsk."

"Get in the car."

He opened the door for you, sat in the passenger seat and fastened your seat belt. You looked around and saw that the interior space was really first-class. You have never sat in more than ten luxury cars in your life.

You couldn't close your mouth. It was so cool that you couldn't describe it. How much money would it cost to buy this car?

Jason got in the car and burst out laughing when he saw your expression “Hahahaha! What’s that expression on your face?!”

You closed your mouth and glared at him angrily, "You laughed at me..."

"I just think your expression is cute, nothing else."

When you heard him praise you for being cute, you glanced at him, his ears were a little red, was he blushing because he praised you for being cute, sometimes it's hard to tell what people are thinking.

You noticed something, there were marks of being beaten on his cheeks and chin, you were sure no marks on his face yesterday, based on your experience, it was the kind of heavy beating on the face.

But you couldn't directly tell the facts you saw, if Jason found out that you were different, it would be bad, all you could do now was to comfort and care for him, maybe he had an accident and got injured, you tried not to ask too much.

You held his face with both hands and turned him to face you, you carefully reached out to touch his face, slowly stroking from his cheek to his chin and lips, while you were touching him his eyes were always on your face, he quietly let you touch his face.

"What's wrong with your face?"

He held your hands that were holding his face and just shook his head, "I was robbed this morning, it's okay."

Your eyes widened, "Huh?!"

He laughed, "It's okay, he just punched me a few times."

You let go of your hands and punched his chest, "What do you mean it's okay! Your face is like this, have you seen a doctor?"

For some reason, he kept smiling and said, "The doctor said it's okay, really."

You breathed a sigh of relief and patted his shoulder, "I was scared."

He touched your hair, "So…Want to have dinner?"

You leaned back in the seat smiled and nodded, "I'm hungry~"

He turned the steering wheel with one hand and drove the car onto the road. A song was playing in the car. You could hear Jason humming while driving, and you slowly blended into the music with the song.

You looked at the scenery outside the window. You saw more sunshine since coming to Gotham City than before. This city is so dark, but even the sunset is so bright and brilliant. You exhaled inadvertently.

From the reflection in the car window, you can see Jason looking over from time to time. When you stop at the traffic light, you turn your head to look at him. His eyes don't leave you. You wonder if there is something on your face.

You hurriedly take your phone out of your bag and turn on the selfie mode to find your face, but there is nothing strange on your face. You put the phone back into your bag, curious about what he is looking at.

You want to ask but he interrupts you, "You look very beautiful today. I'm serious."

You blinked a few times, feeling confused and overwhelmed by his praise again. He said again that what he said was true, and a strange feeling appeared that made you feel happy.

"Thanks for the compliment, handsome." You winked at him.

The traffic light turned green, he stepped on the accelerator and continued to drive towards the restaurant. On the way, you were looking forward to what kind of food tonight's dinner would be. In the past, you always ate very light food.

Arriving at the restaurant, he parked the car and asked me to wait in the car first. The design style of the restaurant looked very unique and chic from the outside. It was a wood-themed restaurant. Jason said that not only the food here was delicious, but also the music was good and there was a live band singing.

Jason approached the passenger door, he knocked on the car window opened the door for you and stretched out his hand "Beautiful lady~"

You laughed and held his hand left the car "Beautiful lady starving~"

He closed the passenger door and walked to your side "What are you waiting for!"

"Huh!?" You were startled and he suddenly ran away.

He started running towards the restaurant. You were confused and quickly chased after him. This guy dared to cheat and not wait for you to go with him. Fortunately, you chose a pair of short boots today, otherwise you would not be able to catch up with him.

When you ran to the door of the restaurant, you two looked at each other and couldn't help laughing. You thought to yourself, what the hell is going on? Why are you running on the road? The restaurant won't close suddenly. You were amused by him.

"Why are you running all of a sudden!" You laughed out loud.

He breathed a sigh of relief, "I just thought it was fun! Hahahaha!"

He opened the door for you let you go in first. You nodded to him to express your gratitude and walked in. He followed behind and closed the door. He took you to the reserved seat.

You got closer to the seat and saw that he really knew how to choose the seat. He chose a seat where could watch the live band performance up close. He pulled out a chair for you to sit down. You sat down and looked around the restaurant.

You blurted out "What a beautiful place."

"The most important thing is that you like it."

You open the menu on the table and look excitedly to see what's delicious. There are all kinds of Western dishes. In addition to the main dishes, the desserts in the restaurant are not only beautiful, but also the best-selling.

You smile greedily at the dessert page on the menu. Your feet are shaking under the table. You really want to skip the main dishes and eat the dessert directly. The thick layer of chocolate is poured on the ice cream, and there are many fruits on the side.

Jason POV

After I ordered, I put down the menu in my hand and wanted to ask her if she had chosen what she wanted to order. I saw the girl sitting in front of me with shining eyes. I glanced at which page of the menu she was looking at. It turned out to be desserts.

It turned out that she likes desserts. This is the first time I saw her with this face. She likes it so much, she didn't look at the main course page, only stayed on the dessert page.

I looked at her for a long time without saying a word, not wanting to miss any of her expressions, just like a little girl's love for desserts, the kind of expression that can't be contained at all. There are so many expressions that I haven't seen yet.

Y/N POV

As you were engrossed in the food, you felt an inexplicable gaze directed at you. You looked back saw Jason trying to hold back a smile, and the waiter standing beside you was waiting for your order with a smile on his face.

You awkwardly turned to the main course page and ordered a fish & chips and a glass of iced lemon tea. The waiter took down the menu after recording your order and left our seat.

Jason looked at you with a smile on his face, and you tapped the table with your fingers. “Hey, what are you looking at?”

He covered his mouth and said, “I just think you’re cute.”

You put your hands on the table and tilted your head. “Are you serious?”

He followed your movements and said, “I didn’t say anything wrong.”

Because of what Jason said, your cheeks suddenly felt warm for some reason. You touched your forehead and cheeks and there was no sign of fever. The air conditioning temperature in the restaurant was just right. It might be an illusion.

He reached out and held your wrist. "I just want to watch for a while."

The atmosphere gradually fell into something you had never experienced before. You stared at each other for a while. He didn't take his hand away, and you didn't let go of his hand. It didn't last long, and a sentence popped up in your mind.

"Ninjas don't need to have emotions."

Subconsciously, you immediately put your hands under the table and looked around the restaurant. Your breathing rate was not stable. It had been a long time since you heard this sentence, but it still made you feel scared.

"Hey, are you okay?"

This sentence brought you back to reality. You rubbed your eyes and focused your gaze on Jason sitting in front of you. He showed a worried expression. You adjusted your breathing to make it return to normal. You couldn't tell whether it was reality or hallucination, but it was very close to you.

You shook your head, "I'm fine, just a little dizzy."

You covered your forehead with your hand, closed your eyes, and faced the table. You took a deep breath. This feeling was really long-lost. Your vigilance was relaxed, you felt more heavy again.

Jason POV

I don't know what happened to her. Her expression changed in an instant. She was not in a good state. She changed from a smiling face to a restless look. Her physical condition was not right.

I looked in the direction where her eyes were looking. No one was looking at us. I didn't feel any hostility. If Joker or someone else really came to me, I would definitely be able to sense it, but now it was different for her.

I stood up and walked to her side, hugged her shoulders said, "Hey, I'm here, it's okay."

She looked at me with relief, leaned her head in my arms and said, "I'm fine, thank you."

Her expression relaxed a little. I could feel that something was wrong with her in an instant. It didn't seem like she was sick, but more like she was afraid of something, but she soon calmed down.

Y/N POV

It's been a while, and you've calmed down enough to be back to normal. You're more awake than before, and your emotions have calmed down. Now you can continue.

But... "Jason, you can let go now."

He took back his arm around your shoulders, but still sat next to you. "Hey, if you're not feeling well, maybe we can go back and rest?

You shook your head immediately. "No! I want to watch movie! I want to go with you!"

His expression showed surprise, his cheeks were a little red, his mouth couldn't hide the smile that had been suppressed for a long time. "Okay, let's watch it together. But promise me, you must let me know if you feel uncomfortable, understand?"

You stretched out your pinky finger. "Make a promise."

He responded to you, facing you with a smile, and hooked your pinky with his pinky. "Make a promise. "

After you two got back to normal, Jason didn't pursue the matter further. He found other topics to talk about. The waiter brought the food to you two. You excitedly picked up the cutlery and started to eat the hot food.

After you finished the food, the waiter suddenly took away your bowl and plate , then brought a cup of ice cream, just like the one you had been staring at on the menu just now, full of chocolate and fruit.

You wanted to tell the waiter you didn't order it, but Jason smiled and said, "I ordered it for you."

"Really?!" Your eyes lit up.

"Really. Eat it quickly, otherwise it will melt."

You took a spoonful of ice cream and put it in your mouth. It was so cold and rich in chocolate. Strawberries and a spoonful of chocolate ice cream were a perfect dessert combination. You were so intoxicated that you couldn't stop.

You took a spoon and asked him, "Do you want to eat?"

Jason was surprised by you "Me?"

"You ordered it, eat some~" You said in a playful tone to make Jason laugh.

He opened his mouth slightly, and you fed him a bite of ice cream. He licked the chocolate on his lips. His handsome appearance and the way he licked his lips were simply erotic, and you were itching to watch him.

"What are you doing? Are you obsessed with watching me?"

"Yes, I have a handsome and rich friend, how can I not watch him?"

"Fuck." He laughed out loud.

After eating, you two left the restaurant and returned to the car. You noticed that there was a bag of snacks and soda in the car. You asked him which movie theater he was going to, he made a quiet gesture with his index finger. He was always being mysterious.

He drove the car to a dark place. There were many parking spaces already parked, and there was a super large screen in the middle. There were cars all around and people in the cars.

You tilted your head and said, "Where's the movie?"

He pointed at the big screen and said, "This is a drive-in theater, an outdoor theater."

You dropped your jaw in surprise "Huh?! So can watch movies outdoors?!"

"You've never seen a movie?" He was curious.

You shook your head and said, "I've never seen a movie at all."

He was so surprised that he covered his mouth, after blinking a few times, he looked at you and said, "I'll take you here to enjoy it today! Let you see it!"

You nodded happily, "Yes!"

He took out a bag of snacks and soda and handed it to you. You opened the package and saw that it was all potato chips. You put them into your mouth one by one. It was your first movie experience. You were not only looking forward to it, but also extremely excited.

The potato chips were really delicious, crispy and slightly spicy, and the taste was refreshing. The soda was super delicious, it tasted even better when poured into your mouth. The taste of potato chips and soda were mixed together.

Ten minutes later, the big screen started playing the movie. You leaned back on the seat with potato chips in your hand. You handed Jason the potato chips to share the joy with him. He took a few chips and put them in his mouth to chew.

You held a bag of potato chips and calmed down to enjoy the fun of watching the movie. The screen was projected on the super large screen, and the sound effect was very good. Compared with watching a movie on a small screen at home, the movie really attracted your attention.

You focused on the content of the movie. The story tells about the encounter between the male and female protagonists in a war. The hero is a soldier and the heroine is a military doctor. The plot of the movie wants to express the story of war and love.

The plot of the movie is really good, and the focus is on two of them. You are nervous watching it, you cover your mouth with both hands, exhale and rub your hands to warm yourself up. The temperature is lower after staying in the car for a long time.

Jason turned up the air conditioner in the car to warm up, then sat up to took off his jacket to put on you, "Here, it can keep you warm."

You shook your head, "Really, no need, what if you catch a cold?"

He still insisted on putting the jacket on you, "Girls should pay attention to keeping warm, listen to me."

You can't refuse his words, because it makes sense. You are really cold, wearing a sleeveless dress. You compromise and choose to listen to his opinion. "Okay~."

He put his coat on me. "What a good girl."

"Of course." You continue watching the movie.

You turn your eyes back to the movie. You can smell a faint smell of cigarettes on Jason's jacket. It turns out that he smokes. There are still many things you don't know about him, including things that he doesn't know about you.

Time passes by bit by bit, the movie has come to an end. The ending is unexpectedly so touching and miserable. The hero died in the war and left the last letter for his beloved heroine, but didn't hand it to the heroine, leaving the heroine waiting for the hero's return until she grows old.

The hero's ending is so real, and the heroine's ending is so lonely. Obviously, the two love each other, but they don't get any response. This ending is not the best ending, but it is a very reasonable ending.

You don't have a thorough understanding of emotions. When you were in SHINOBI, you only had tasks and benefits in front of you. After completing the tasks, you would go back to receive training.

The only and most important rule of SHINOBI is not to have any emotions. The shackles of emotions are a burden to ninjas. You have seen ninjas with emotions die in a terrible state.

You don't understand why ninjas have to be trained to be emotionless killing tools. Whenever your only teacher talks about these topics, you will always be scolded, as if they hide their emotions in the deepest pit in their hearts.

Your personality is originally simple and easy-going. You just want to enjoy every day freely, whether in Gotham City or Japan. Your eccentric personality is the opposite of SHINOBI ninjas. It was once rumored that you are the only one who has touched the taboos of ninjas.

At some point, you realize that you can choose whether to kill or not, and that disobeying orders will be punished, but they still keep you and exile you here until now, which means that your value is no longer important.

Long-lost tears flow from the corners of your eyes. Are you crying because of the ending of the movie or because you are worthless? Maybe both. You don't understand why you are so sad, and it hurts more than a knife stab.

Jason POV

The movie has ended. Frankly speaking, I don't know how to say it. The ending is just as I imagined. War itself is a fight between the strong and the weak for the chance to survive. Only victory or defeat can determine who should survive.

The hero sacrificed his life for the country. The heroine is his only lifeline. She is the hope of his life. Although the hero pulled the rope tight, the rope still broke. The lifeline was broken.

I am the best example. I died and resurrected. I died as Robin and reborn as Red Hood. I returned to life again from death. I brought hatred and determination to die. I will no longer show mercy to those psychopaths. This time I must hold on to my life.

I heard crying coming from beside me. I looked at Y/N. Although she covered her mouth to hold back her crying, I knew she was crying. This is a good movie or maybe not a good movie.

Her tears dripped onto the sleeve of my jacket. She used my jacket to wipe her tears. I took out a clean handkerchief from my pocket and was about to hand it to her, but I noticed that her eyes were focused on the big screen.

I am not good at expressing comfort in words, but I can barely express it with actions. I put my arm around her and let her lean on my shoulder. She lay on my shoulder naturally, and I wiped away her tears with the handkerchief in my hand.

She asked me with tears in her eyes, "Jason, have you ever paid for love?"

I didn't know how to answer her question. The reason I lived was to sacrifice my life for Bruce and Robin, for my father, for my benefactor. Now I only have hatred burning in my heart.

I looked at her face quietly. What a lovely woman. She always pulled me into the abyss. Every word and every move of hers seemed to be fascinated by her step by step.

I slowly approached her to look at her seductive lips. Her lips looked very pink without makeup. Is this the so-called thirst? I have always emphasized that my relationship with her is pure friendship, but I have already stepped over the line.

"Jason?" She looked at me directly.

I blinked and came back to my senses, "Sorry, what did you just say?"

She just shook her head "Nothing."

Why didn't she continue to ask? I clearly heard the question she just asked, but I didn't have a positive answer to answer her. I hesitated about question because I believed in Bruce and was disappointed by him.

I hugged her tightly and gathered my courage, "I have, for my family."

"Really..." She was confused, and her short sentence made me extremely sad. Why did she always show a strange expression when it came to emotions?

I let go of her shoulders and held her face. "Hey, look at me, talk to me, what's wrong?"

Her eyes were all on me. "I'm fine, just curious."

I held her face and looked straight at her. "Y/N, talk to me, please."

Her mouth smiled slightly, her expression had returned to a smile, and her hand clenched mine. "I'll tell you next time, not today, I don't want to interrupt the happy moment now."

My mind was blank, and I hugged her in my arms without saying a word. My heart seemed to jump out of my chest, and I couldn't control my emotions for a while. I always felt that she was always silently guarding herself alone. "Tell me next time."

"I promise." She stroked my back.

Although she is not tall, she has a thin body. I can feel her body temperature when I hug her tightly. I want to hold her in my arms all the time and want to protect her carefully.

"Jason, you are so warm."

"Hahaha, maybe your body temperature is transmitted to me."

I became Red Hood with hatred and malice. I can be ruthless to anyone who is cold. Her thin body in my arms makes me feel warm. It is the happiness I have always wanted, simple, warm and comfortable.

Suddenly an emergency number came, and I immediately let go of her hand. She looked confused but smiling. I took out my phone and saw that the contact number was from Dickhead. Damn, he chose this time.

"Go answer the phone." She said.

"I'll wait for you in the car." Hearing her say this, I felt sorry in my heart. It was a rare time for us be alone, because of my identity, I might need to leave any time.

"I'll be back, wait for me." I opened the car door and looked back at her. I was reluctant but still left.

I got out of the car and ran to a quieter place. I made sure that there was no one around and answered the phone. Dickhead called at this time. I hated him for always ruining the timing.

"What's up?!" I said.

Nightwing sighed, "Erm, I apologize for interrupting your date. I need your help here. It's really urgent."

"Huh?! Can't you handle it over there?"

"I missed one. It's just near your place!" Nightwing said in a panic.

"Huh? Missed one?! What the hell do you mean?!"

"Babybird, listen to me clearly. A group of criminals have escaped separately. One has already run to your place. I can't get through there now!"

"Holy shit!"

Chapter 6 End.

Other Chapter

If you have any ideas, don’t be shy. Just leave a comment below. Your opinions would be valuable and will be added in story. ♥️💙

24 notes · View notes

dakt37 · 1 year

Text

I love this "Wholesome Sonic and Tails Wednesday" trend. I don't have any new art, but here's a little ficlet set in my de-aged Tails Boom AU. It takes place before the other one.

~~~

"Never fear, Amy Rose is here!" She announced herself with gusto as she threw open the front door of Tails' house, inviting herself inside. Hearing noises, she immediately looked left to the kitchen. "What are you doing?"

Sonic didn't turn to face her, too focused on his task. "What's it look like I'm doing?"

"It looks like you're scouring a child like he's a dirty coffee cup."

Sonic froze mid-motion, then cranked his head around to glare at her over his shoulder. "Bathing an infant in the sink is perfectly normal. Look it up."

Amy hummed loudly and with much incredulity, walking around behind him to circle the long counter that cordoned off the kitchen alcove. When she got to the opening, she wasn't impressed with the scene inside. "He's closer to a toddler than an infant," she observed. "And you've gotten more water on the floor than in the sink."

Sonic glared at her again, this time over his other shoulder. "Are you here for a good reason, or just to criticize my parenting?"

Amy's eyebrows went up, but she left the label unanalyzed. "I brought food." She retrieved a large glass pan from her flowery tote bag and held it up like a trophy.

Sonic's frown deepened. "He's baby-fied, not dead," he snapped. "I don't need your condolences casserole." He turned back to the sink and poured shampoo into his palm.

Amy's eyes widened, then narrowed. A silence stretched as Sonic pointedly ignored her, the gentle motions of his fingers lathering fur a stark contrast to the emotion twisting his face. Luckily, the little fox under his hands was more interested in the hardware of the sink sprayer than the tension between the hedgehogs.

Eventually, Amy blew out a slow breath. "You know what I think?"

"I'm sure you'll tell me," Sonic grumbled, turning on the tap and checking the temperature of the water. With a plastic cup, he began rinsing suds off of Tails, letting the faucet run between refills.

Amy set down everything she had been carrying, and came to lean against the counter next to the sink. "I think," she placed a hand on Sonic's shoulder, causing him to pause again, "you're doing a great job. But you don't have to keep doing it alone."

Sonic silently watched Tails for another moment as the kid twisted the sink sprayer around in its base, examining the trigger mechanism.

"There better not be celery in that thing you cooked," Sonic finally said. He ghosted a finger across the tip of Tails' ear, watching it flick reflexively. "Because I'll tell you right now, he will know and he won't eat it."

"Never, "Amy retorted imperiously. "I do recall the Potluck Incident of last spring. And I don't imagine he was less picky as a toddler."

Sonic slumped then, resting on his forearms against the sink edge and letting his wet hands drip into the basin. He cocked his head to finally face her again, smiling sheepishly. "Yeah," he agreed, "I know you're smarter than that." His eyes flicked away, guiltily. "Sorry."

"Apology accepted." She gave his shoulder a squeeze and added gently, "We'll figure this out. Our little guy will be a slightly bigger little guy in no time."

"Ah, well," Sonic sighed. "It's not all so bad right now. Is it, bud--"

He turned to address the soggy little fox in the sink, and got a facefull of water. Tails giggled, his tails sloshing the shallow water around him. He held the sprayer in both hands, having successfully wrested it from its base and pulled up enough hose to let him take aim at the hedgehog.

"You little gremlin!" Sonic cried in faux outrage, "Surrender your weapon!"

Tails just laughed again and sprayed him right between the eyes.

Amy giggled as well, then pointed at the main faucet, which was still running between sprayer attacks. "You gave him the ammo, Sonic."

Sonic wrapped his hand around his little brother's on the sprayer, and directed it to soak her too.

#the curious case of miles prower #wholesome sonic and tails wednesday #dakity yaks #dakt rambles about sonic stuff #i wrote this in October and never posted it because I'm irrationality self conscious about writing prose 🫣#i brainstorm in present tense; if i switch it to past tense it's suddenly the most embarrassing thing I've ever written #idgi either but there you go

235 notes · View notes

suitmana · 2 months

Note

what animals do u see the lgts cast as

hmmmmm

elise - chihuahua, easy. a cute little guy you can carry around in your tote bag who scrounges the garbage can at ungodly hours? a spunky gremlin that yaps when they don't get their way and knows their worth? elise-coded 100%

freya - she's as fluffy as a brown bear both in terms of personality and appearance!!! i want to hug them!!! her entire vibe is just a carefree brown bear frolicking in the meadows and honestly good on her. though you know how they both look cuddly but can easily crush your bones? yeah freya your hugs are great but please watch the ribs...

lebkuchen - foxes are often associated with intelligence and mischief, which is pretty much leb! if it weren't for her strong sense of duty she'd be such a menace. and the way they hunt reminds me of her: very patient, knows exactly what you're up to, and just waiting to pounce

rozenmarine - ok hear me out tarsiers!! they're small (really small) nocturnal fluffballs that like to chill on treetops during the day. they're pretty hard to spot because of that. they have these really big round eyes and it just feels like they're always so curious about the world, like rozen!! also they can be slightly unnerving when they stare straight at you and well. rozen certainly has had her unsettling moments

muffy - raccoon. need i say more.

gustav - grizzly bear; basically a bigger, fluffier freya. they both have the protective parent vibes, pretty scary when you piss them off. otherwise pretty chill. also gustav's just a really hairy guy so

father hans - probably a lion just to subvert their association. a self-righteous clergyman who acts as kieferberg's moral compass in the most ironic way possible, but make him a "noble" lion

welma - the laziest turkish angora cat ever. don't let that laziness fool you though, she and leb are a terrifyingly effective gossip mill when you combine leb's perceptiveness and welma's charms

#little goody two shoes #lgts #i just realized i associate all of the girls except for freya with small animals #imagine taking a group pic with them and there's just this fluffy giant in the back #oooh what if they actually did have that sleepover and they all fell asleep on freya that'd be cute

21 notes · View notes

cazkidesigns · 3 months

Text

some new stuff is up! added a tote bag and some crewneck options, the rest of the foxes are in the wings for crewnecks/hoodies if people are interested!! sneak peeks below ✨

#aftg #andreil #andrew minyard #neil josten #the foxhole court #all for the game

21 notes · View notes

robintherobiner · 8 months

Text

Bruce Wayne, for some unknown reason, has just made his seventeen year old son the new acting CEO of Wayne Enterprises and all of his employees are annoyed beyond belief.

They have dealt with the man’s ridiculous behavior for decades, always holding back the urge to slap him across the face and scream ‘stop being such an idiot’ so as not to get fired. They have put up with his drinking habits, his need to flirt with every woman he meets, and his lack of professional knowledge. They have never complained when he missed meeting after meeting, or when he called last minute to say that he had forgotten to fill out the reports on his desk despite having been reminded of them over and over and over again.

And this is how he repays them.

By making a child their boss.

Most employees are already drafting their resignation letters and searching for job offers because they have only just gotten comfortable with the system they’ve created, where everyone pretends that Lucius Fox is in charge and Wayne never comes into work to disagree, but now the system is ruined.

They watch the boy arrive at work, by skateboarding up to the doors. They look at his messy hair half hidden by his beanie, his baggy shirt that says ‘I got my lobotomy done at Claire’s for 50% off’, and his ridiculously large eyebags. They take note of the can of Monster Energy in his hand, and his bulging tote bag that is almost definitely full of more, they prepare themselves for an inappropriately loud introduction full of sex jokes and insults as they sit down.

The seventeen year old walks into the conference room and gives them all a wide, feral grin and says,

“Hello. My name is Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne.”

#dc comics #dc universe #batman comics #tim drake #pov outsider #oneshot

41 notes · View notes

quirrrky · 2 years

Text

THE BOY NEXT DOOR 「07. CONFUSION」

『MASTERLIST』 « PREV • NXT »

𐑂 2.7k+ words 𐑂 Your new neighbor, Miya Atsumu, is everything you’ll never ask for. With his annoying good looks and equally irritating charm, how can you not resist the boy next door? 𐑂 neighbors, humor, enemies to lovers, fake dating, friends to lovers

It was another Friday afternoon after his usual training for the upcoming league and it was another Friday when his mom sent another chic his way for a marriage meeting like the usual.

Tsumu ran a hand through his hair while he pranced around his room. "I can't believe it! Mom said me another one today!" He hissed.

"Just get it over with. Ya've been there before, ain't ya?"

Yes, what's so different now? Before he could even fathom deeper, someone sought his attention. "Um...Atsumu-san? Are you okay?"

"Fuck! She's here." He murmured over the phone.

"Enjoy."

"Samu! Sam-" The other line was already cut before he could even protest and all he could do was left out a sign of relief.

The moment he opened the washroom door, the girl tip toed to check up on him. "Are you fine?"

His head spiraled, giving in to his inescapable reality.

Their names weren't really important at all. Initially, he was just in for the fun and to past some time, utterly bored of his downtime in between trainings. Though as days and months passed by, he started to feel number and more apathetic about the concept of relationships. He had met a lot of girls yet none of them ever made such an impact on him.

"I ain't feelin' well. I gotta go home." Atsumu excused himself, taking a stance that he could no longer bear faking it.

In no time, he ended the marriage meeting. His energy was almost entirely drained from the date. It's not that it was really awful. She was nice, but that was it.

The elevator doors opened and he walked out of it and onto his apartment, lifelessly. Finally inside, his body slumped down on the couch as his head rested backwards. When did he become exactly like this? He used to enjoy these things but now...

His doorbell rang and he immediately got up.

"Y/N!" He happily greeted upon opening the door looking like a dog wagging his tail. "Wait, what's that?" He asked curiously, noticing that you had more than your usual tote bag with you.

"Here," you pressed to his chest and went inside his room after signaling you to do so. "A hamper so you can keep your laundry in order."

His eyes widened and cheeks reddened, touched and warmed because of your thoughtfulness. "Thanks..." he managed to murmur.

"I'll be using the bathroom now." You said and closed the door, while he remained standing by it. Remembering that you forgot to tell him that you forgot the hamper's handle in your home, you opened the door again and saw him still standing right there. "Hey...why're you?" You wondered.

"I'm guardin' ya...?" He stated, sounding almost like a question.

"From what?" You asked a little weird out.

"You might not know...a cockroach might appear again somewhere out there."

You cringed at the thought of the thing. "God, I hope not. By the way, I left the hamper's handle at home."

"Got it," he affirmed as you headed back in again.

With so much excitement, he opened up the packaging of the hamper you gave like a kid or a puppy receiving his most anticipated toy.

He grinned with fondness at the small fox prints design on the material. He liked the idea that it matched his high school team's totem animal. His smile got gentler. He couldn't recall the last time he felt this uplifted and airy, like something in his chest felt so light.

You opened the door, finally done with your bath. You were wearing this oversized sweatshirt and pajama, looking like you're ready to hit the sack once you get home.

His eyes stayed on you for a short while and you started to notice it.

"What?" You asked.

"Ya look like a pillow." He stated, musing on how cuddly you looked like in that kind of get up.

You blushed a little, but then tried calming yourself down. You didn't exactly know if he meant that as a compliment or as a joke.

"Anyways, thanks for the bath." You told whims you headed outside of his apartment. "Night."

"Yeah, have a good night yerself too." He said as he watched you open your room. "No more goin' out okay?"

You finally opened the door and teased back, "You're not my dad."

Dramatically, he sighed. "You really do have a lot to say, ain't ya?"

You chuckled to yourself as you closed the door behind you. With a smile on your face, you took out your things from your tote bag. Instantly, that happy gleam turned into anxiety.

Shit, shit, shit! You checked your things out again. It's not here! You covered your face with your hands. This couldn't be happening. You left your panties inside Atsumu's bathroom! You panicked. Should you run now and tell him you forgot something? Or! Or! He had already seen it!?

Just as you worried on the best thing to do, it's already very late now. Tsumu had now discovered the article you left inside his bathroom.

Did you left it on purpose?

What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?

He panicked, staring at your panties on his hands. He was about to take a bath and had his shirt off already, but he was welcomed by your pink, sheep-printed panties.

Were you...were you inviting him in your room? He blushed. His heart beat so heavily with so much panic and thrill. What the hell is this? But a night spent with you won't be that...bad? He thought.

Finally making a decision, he opened the door to his apartment, but was surprised to find you right on his doorstep.

"Y-Y/N," he said in disbelief, not thinking you could be this forward. You were just staring at him like you were waiting for to make a move or...you're about to jump on him any minute now. He had never been too conscious of his body. He knew he was in perfect shape and he knew how gorgeous he looked, but right now with your eyes on him like this it felt more than just being objectified.

Was this all the build-up going to? Did you plan this all along? His cheeks now furiously red at the thought of your surprising aggressiveness.

You just stared at him in plain nervousness. Out of all the things you'd forget it had to be that. Now, how could you face him without thinking that he had seen your underwear and probably had held it too? But! You had to tell him something!

"I-I think I left something inside..." You almost tripped over your words, speeding inside his apartment.

"S-Sure..." Atsumu's breath hitched. You made your way inside his room? Did she want to do it here?

"I-I think I left it here..." You said, with worry.

He raised his hand and displayed your panties hooked on his finger. "You mean this?"

You were complete flushed and hurriedly snatched your underwear from him. "W-why did you not give me that at the very instant?"

Atsumu placed his hands on his waist. "Why the heck did you leave it?"

"I left it accidentally!" You fought back.

"Oh, really?"

You took a step back and looked around you. You were both alone inside his apartment. A bed was just a few steps away. He was shirtless and looking good and you were...there barging right in the middle of the night.

It finally dawned you.

"I...I'm not one of your girls, Atsumu." You said, with a hint of seriousness.

"Excuse me?" Atsumu retaliated not knowing how to feel about it.

Your mind was still confused. Since when did you forget that Atsumu was still a man so capable to sweep you off your feet? "It's late now. I must go back home."

You walked away and he felt all the urge to grab you by the elbow and stop you, but...The last time he felt this surge of emotions, he kissed you in the elevator. Right now, if he did the same, he wouldn't guarantee it'd be just a kiss or he could keep himself from maintaining it up to that level.

I'm not one of your girls, Atsumu.

So he let you go.

"Thanks for the shower and everything." You abde and went out.

He was again...rejected.

Or, at least, it felt that way.

All those girls he went out with were head over heels for him. It would be a lie if he'd say he didn't like it. Then, here you were taking him for granted and acting like he's someone you could just push away, yet each time you crushed his ego, the more he wanted to run towards you so badly.

I'm not one of your girls, Atsumu.

Your words echoed in his ear. Somehow, they were very shallow yet it pierced right through his chest so deep.

He slept the night with that knot inside himself. The next morning came with him not getting enough sleep an prime athlete like him should be getting. Now, he's a little pissed and it's because of you. If space that you want, fine! He'd give you exactly that. Gone was the nice and friendly Tsumu and he'd be like the thin air you wished he was from the beginning.

He went out of his apartment for his training, when the very moment he went inside the elevator and hit the ground floor button, you came out of your own room. You rushed inside as he pushed the open-doors button until you managed to get in.

"Thanks," you greeted with a smile and he closed his eyes firmly, reprimanding himself. Why did he wait for you to enter the elevator. He could just leave you waiting. Fine, fine. He'd just won't talk to you. At all.

"By the way," You reached something out from your bag and handed it to him. "I made an extra. You can have it for breakfast." Atsumu accepted it, bewildered and surprised from your unexpected kind gesture. "Bye!" You bade as you ran to your office's direction.

What...What is this? He stared at the sandwich you gave him on his way to the locker room of the training gym.

"Hello Atsumu-san! Woah...what's that?" Hinata asked, lacing an arm around him.

Atsumu puffed his chest. "I got this from, Y/N."

"Y/N?" Bokuto started, amazed. "She prepares breakfast for you?"

"Ah...How nice is that to have a girl prepare breakfast for you."

Atsumu proudly and cheekily beamed. "It's not like it's such a big deal y'know."

Their coach called them for a huddle about their upcoming schedule given that they'd be having an overseas game in the coming week.

"Aren't you excited? We're flying next week again!" Hinata asked him. He smiled but he couldn't give a definite answer to the question.

Come to think of it, the game would give him the much needed distance from you that he couldn't get himself so used to.

The sound of whistle echoed in the gymnasium and Atsumu shook his head to get his mind back into the game.

Immediately after the training ended, Atsumu rushed to his clothes, remembering that he hadn't done his laundry for long. His face fell, finding out that he must do the laundry today. There's a big tendency that he might not have something to bring to the game.

He'd be flying this time around for his game. How would you be able to take a bath now? Should he duplicate his keys? Wait! Why was even thinking of you now? Erase! Erase! Erase! He shook his head.

He pulled the basket out of his apartment just in time you had your laundry basket with you.

"Oh..." You said, noticing that he had all colors of clothes mixed-up in his basket. "Laundry?"

"Yeah..." He tried not to chat so much.

"Do you..." You hesitated. "Do you know how to?"

Atsumu scowled and he almost spit out a huge chunk of his ego, when he remembered that it was his mom who usually picked up the laundry for him before. He sighed, defeated. "Not really."

"Okay, I guess. I can teach you." You said.

"Fine..." With slump shoulders, he went towards you and grabbed your basket. "Lemme help ya out with this."

After getting off from the elevator, you both headed to the laundry shop which was just located at the ground floor of your apartment building. It was just the two of you there as you entered.

"Here, have you separated your whites and colored?" You asked and he shook his head away. "You should then afterwards you place them in different machines."

"Got it!" He said and you tended with your own clothes, placing them inside the machine. "Then, after this...I'll just put soap into the slot here?"

"Yes," you nodded your head as you did the same with your own.

"Then we wait."

"Yup."

You sat beside each other at the bench in front of your machines, watching your clothes go round and round inside as the water poured in.

You smiled to yourself out of the blue and he found it odd. "Hey! What're ya...Are ya plannin' somethin' evil?"

You shook your head. "No, I just realized that I'd never help you out if this happened a month ago."

"Yeah, yeah! You even thought I was the killer!"

"Well, aren't you really?" You teased.

"Hey!" He protested.

You chuckled and so did he.

Last night, you wondered how you came to forget that Atsumu was a man you used to avoid back then and now you even casually used his bathroom. You were baffled that even when he already stole a kiss from you and held your underwear, though you found it awkward and embarrassing at the same time, there's still a touch of comfort and familiarity being around Atsumu.

Maybe...he's a friend now?

You were in the middle of your thoughts when his machine started spilling bubbles all over.

Just as you thought...However, instead of getting mad or annoyed at him, you found yourself laughing so heartily at what happened. Such clumsiness was a total Atsumu thing and you found it very hilarious!

"Hey! Hey what do we do with this- What do we-" Atsumu was interrupted by the sight of your light-hearted laughter. A smile naturally slipped across his face. It was interesting to see you vexed but there's something more amazing at witnessing how carefree you could be. Just like now.

The store assistant cut through and helped the both of you, volunteering to finish Atsumu's clothes so he could just come back to pick it up tomorrow.

"I'll just do your laundry next time so it won't happen again."

He sighed. "Right...right..I guess I hafta sort it so it won't be too much of a hassle next time too."

"Yeah..."

You headed back to your floor with Tsumu carrying your finished laundry. He caught himself smiling through his reflection inside the elevator and remembered the oath he swore this early morning. Distancing himself from you.

What the hell? He was stupefied. Why the hell did this happen? He promised himself to avoid you but he ended up spending more time with you instead!

The elevator opened and you both saw Otose standing in front of your door.

"Oh, Y/N. You're here already." She greeted and you returned the greeting. "The water piping's already fixed

"Really?" You said in delight.

"Yes, yes, the plumber said it's finally replaced. You two take care I'mma head back down now." She bade and entered the elevator.

Atsumu placed your laundry basket down and slid both of his hands inside his pockets. "It's good now then, ya don't hafta bother me anymore."

It was as if his plan this morning backfired to him when he swore to himself not to talk to you again, but being given an opportunity exactly that bothered him a lot.

You rolled your eyes at him. "Can't you have a day when you don't annoy me?" You shot back, but he didn't budge like his usual self. You found it puzzling but you just shrugged it off as he entered his apartment, not uttering a single word to you anymore.

Atsumu didn't know why but he felt a little off. He should celebrate for he could go back to his old ways. He could finally not wait for anyone to shower around his home and he shouldn't be bothered not cleaning his room since you're not gonna be here anymore.

Add to that, he didn't have to worry about your bath time when he'd be away for the overseas games. He didn't have to duplicate his keys and entrust 'em to you. He didn't have to talk to you anymore and you'd both be back to just seeing each other in the hallway and that's it.

That's it...

That's it?

𐑂 AN : AAAHHHH IK GUYS IK! next chapter’s on monday! given that these are establishing chapters! hopefully, next week I finally bridged what I have to so we can finally start with the exciting parts. for now, enjoy being neighbors with atsumu with him feeling so confused and bothered everytime you interact together xD

𐑂 TAGLIST : drop the ff emoji on my ask box to be added 🔔

REBLOGS ARE DEEPLY APPRECIATED ♡ Please help me reach other viewers. Thank you so so much!

✧ DAYDREAM MUSEUM ✧

#⼾ the boy next door #atsumu x reader #atsumu fic #atsumu fluff #atsumu imagines #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu fic #atsumu scenarios

123 notes · View notes