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satrs · 1 year

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Heyyy I was wondering since it's like mothers day tmr

Could you do blue lock boys meeting your mom for the first time or like celebrating mothers day with her idk I thought it's a cute idea

Also Happy mothers dayyy

I loveee this!!! Tysm, happy mother’s day to you too and every mother out there🫶🏾🫶🏾

Son in law!

synopsis; meeting your mother for the first time!

ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ; Shidou Ryusei. Michael Kaiser. Itoshi Sae. Bachira Meguru.

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ;0.8k.

Tags; mention of a stroke(once). mention of kids/marrige. fluff. nothin else me think

ᴀʟʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴀʀᴇ 18+!

SHIDOU RYUSEI.

You were freaking out at first (understandable), but to your surprise, he was on his best behavior, amazing even.

He gets along with your mother very well, even brought her flowers and compliments her until no end.

"Now I know where your daughter got her gorgeous looks from."

Helps your mother with everything, bringing the food to the table, taking the dishes and cleaning them, all that.

Is all ears when your mom spills teaaa about your childhood. Intensely listens and snickers when she shows him embarrassing baby pictures of you, triggering you to pout with a frown on your face because you knew damn well he would tease you about it to no end.

You honestly fell in love with him a second time. And your mother sure did too.

She adores him. At some point, you even get jealous at how much of his attention is solely on your mother. But you're really glad it turned out better than you imagined (you thought he would be a literal menace and give your mother a stroke).

MICHAEL KAISER.

A TOTAL MOTHERS FAVOURITE I JUST KNOW IT. Everyyy mother wishes to have him as a son-in-law. And your mother is more than happy that he chose to fall in love with her child.

Doesn't even have to do more than greet her with a handsome smile, and kissing the back of her hand in a charming manner, and she's already giving you her blessing for marriage.

"Yes, when are we getting married, love? And your darling mother sure wants some grandkids, right?" His voice is drenched in charm, causing you AND your mother on the opposite side of the table to blush.

Won't shut up about his love for you. At some point, even makes sure your mother heard him say what he just said, LMAO. But your mom can see, and also hear from the way he talks to you, how much he loves you.

She's sure he's the right one and has not a single doubt about you both devotion for each other.

Already has the perfect marriage planned out in her head, fingers tingling to call up her connections.

Man. Just marry that man already and do your mother a favor.

ITOSHI SAE.

We got THE gentlemen of the gentlemen right here. He is kinda nervous to meet your mother for the first time, so he tries to do his best.

And with his best, I mean, buying ridiculously expensive gifts for her. Be it exquisite wine or jewelry from Cartier, he got it all.

You can only shake your head at his behavior, trying to explain to him that your mother will like him nonetheless, to no avail.

"I know, but, just to be sure."

And your mother was overjoyed when you both came over, almost jumping up and down as she got gift after gift from the young man.

He was actually pretty nervous??? But tried to not make it really obvious. It was kinda obvious. You noticed, but your mother didn't, too busy in inspection all the gifts he spoiled her with.

With time, he calmed down, less tense and cautious about the way he talks and what he talks about.

Your mother welcomed him in a heartwarming way, making him feel just as comfortable he is with you, all his worries flying right out the window.

BACHIRA MEGURU.

He's just the best. Literally.

You couldn't quite understand his worries, when he told you he fears that your mother might think he's an 'oddball' or 'weirdo'.

You assured him that your mother would love him just how you began to do years ago. He felt at ease at your words, taking a deep breath and checking himself in the review mirror of the car again before heading to the doorstep with you.

"I don't smell or anything, do I? Are the flowers alright?", you chuckled at his behavior, acting as if he was about to have an important job interview.

Well to him, it was an important interview, the interview of 'getting your mother to like him and maybe even accept him as her Son in Law in the near future'.

As soon as your mother open the door and embraces you and him in a tight, loving hug, all the nervous tension left his body in an instant.

He began to learn that he is a sucker for your mother's cooking. Babbles of how it's 'so good' and 'the best food he ever had' while still having chunks of food in his mouth, causing loud laughter to erupt from your lungs.

Most definitely takes the leftovers home with you, making sure to let her know again how delicious it was, causing your mother's heart to jump at the recognition of her lovingly made food.

ᵃˡˡ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍˢ ᵗᵒ k-azus.°

#◛⑅·˚ ᵂᴼᴿᴷ #♡˳ᴮᴸᴸᴷ #lec writes!۵ #blue lock x you #blue lock #blue lock fluff #shidou ryusei #michael kaiser #bllk #itoshi sae #bachira meguru #blue lock bachira #bachira fluff #shidou fluff #shidou x you #sae #blue lock sae itoshi #itoshi sae fluff

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meteormoss · 8 months

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AAAAAA i think i'm going insane about tcpootw... idk how i haven't found it earlier but i've reread it a few times since yesterday and it still hits. the slice of life vibes are thru the roof and i have never loved reading something that feels so mundane in my life more. it feels like freshly washed laundry in the way that i can really visualize and imagine your writing. the way cleo seems like she's moved on and she's healing with her new friends in her new city contrasted with bdubs still living in the home he remembers he always wanted to leave and the way they were horrible for each other but etho brings them back together for a single week but it's not like anything changes and i'm dying to just hear any thoughts about bdubs after. does he ever find it in him to work through his problems? does he ever talk (or not talk) with joel about it on the porch? or is he forcing himself to deal with it completely alone? is this man actually just going to ignore everything and just miss etho in silence and not talk with cleo and keep walking those trails and trees like they used to and driving an hour to get groceries on a tuesday and not taking care of himself until he breaks just like those bracelets on his wrist?

(also i love a good backstory, if you wanna share how they broke up, if it was fast, if it was expected, if it fell apart like they knew it wasn't going to last, i would appreciate hearing it :D)

AWWWWWWE, Thank you so much!! This fic means so much to me, genuinely. I started writing this as a way to deal with the emotions and struggles I face in my small town. I had the ending nailed down before anything, and it is so important to this story. Before I answer any of your questions, before you keep reading, I want you to sit back and imagine if this story ended with Bdubs opening up to Joel and them being besties, or if it ended with Cleo staying with no preperation to leave, or if Bdubs went back with her. It doesn't make sense, does it? It was just a week, not much changes in a week.

"Does he ever find it in him to work through the problems?" I don't actually have a future planned for them, but I see two possibilities laid out before me. The first being at Joel's hands, he takes the liberties to talk his issues out at Bdubs, to tell him every word Etho complained to him over and over while drunk one night. Bdubs is smaller in muscle and height, he can't body Joel out of his house and he's forced to sit there and listen to so many of his fuck ups spilled out to his face, no hesitation, and he sits and dwells on it. He's forced to reckon with it. He decides to get out. He won't work the same stupid little job and spend all his money on weed. (He doesn't know the cost of living in a city). He grabs a train ticket to the first city close enough to afford with what's in his wallet for the next day after he makes the decision, and he goes, and he learns, and he betters. But I don't really see that happening. This story is cynical, it's sad, it's bitter. I think, I think he doesn't. I think he falls further into substance abuse by the years, he stays broke, he keeps struggling, he doesn't own up to anything, and he doesn't grow. But the rest of his life, it is up to you. He can do what you want him to do.

"does he ever talk (or not talk) with joel about it on the porch?" I think after that night both of them adamantly close themselves off from the other. All their discussions are purely things like splitting the garbage, or getting Joel to fix his car cheap when he's struggling for cash. I think a year or so down the line Joel finds a different town with a little mechanics shop that's willing to hire him, and he finds another little house to rent, and he lives his life away from the pain. He was settled with Etho, but he's restless without him. So no, I don't think they talk. I think there are very few times they end up on the porch together, and if they do, one finishes what they were doing quick.

"or is he forcing himself to deal with it completely alone?" He's not forcing himself to because it's not as conscious as that. He's dealing with it alone and he's burning the bridges, but he's not burning the bridges so that he can deal with it alone, he's burning the bridges because he isn't dealing with it. His hurt is hurting everyone near him and none of them care enough to deal with it. If he's going to be hostile or interfere or toxic or anything he's just going to get dropped. It's not an excuse for his behavior even if it's the reason, unconsciously.

"is this man actually just going to ignore everything and just miss etho in silence and not talk with cleo and keep walking those trails and trees like they used to and driving an hour to get groceries on a tuesday and not taking care of himself until he breaks just like those bracelets on his wrist?" I feel like at this point I've answered most of this. I just want to talk about the bracelets. So I really like your take on what the bracelets represent here. I left them open to your (the readers) interpretation on purpose. So keep letting them mean what they mean to you. I just want to discuss what they mean to you. The bracelets are intended to be those string friendship bracelets. Etho, Cleo, and Bdubs each got two, they were in the other persons assigned colors when they were made. Cleo's are long gone, she cut them off. Etho when he died still had the remains of Bdubs' in his winter jackets pocket cuz he never got around to throwing it out but he lost Cleo's when it broke roughly around a year after she moved. To me they represent holding on to something you dont have anymore. Bdubs still has his because he isn't the slightest bit moved on. Cleo cut hers off when she made plans to move because she was fully ditching them at that point. Etho's respectively represent giving up on ever getting Cleo back in his life, and not wanting Bdubs back but seeing him over and over and not quite moving on because of it.

"also i love a good backstory, if you wanna share how they broke up, if it was fast, if it was expected, if it fell apart like they knew it wasn't going to last, i would appreciate hearing it" The actual breakup was long and drawn out, a screaming match between Cleo and Bdubs as Etho sat and watched, adding his two cents against both of them every so often, until he stood up, knocking into the table and knocking his chair over and yelled that he was done, that he was leaving them both. He pulled blankets out of the closet and claimed the spare room while muttering. Cleo and Bdubs sat there staring at the hall for quite some time before Cleo turned to him and said she was done too. She pulled more blankets out of the hall closet and shoved them into Bdubs' chest, telling him he messed up the most and to go sleep on the couch, that he knows the state of her back. And he did. It was cold. But the breakup had been building since a month into the relationship. Cleo was fiercely independent, she didn't want them invading her space and her time, she'd spend it with them when she wanted to at the end of the day. Bdubs was far too dependent, showing up at their respective jobs with shitty food and staying too long and clinging to their sides, and complaining and worrying about what they were doing when they shooed him away, and at home all he did was talk to himself, talk over the other two. Cleo learned to talk over him. Etho learned to be even quieter. He developed three personalities. One was for cleo, where he left her alone until she sought him out and where he talked "honestly" when prompted, but only when prompted, where he knew her schedule but only showed up when she needed rides due to sudden weather change. One for bdubs where he was quiet, where he arranged his schedule to accommodate his "random" appearances, where he made him think he knew enough to never feel obligated to ask questions about him but to participate just enough for Bdubs to think it was a two sided conversation. And one for when all three of them were in the same area together. One where he was quiet, he was small, nothing about him existed until the other two stopped arguing and competeing for space. Which never happened but he said he'd take what was left over if it did. There was so much conflict its a miracle they lasted as long as they did (of course they did, Etho's parents were drunks, Bdubs' always fight, Cleo's stopped talking to her when she became to feminine, and expressed interest in being a girl, none of them knew what healthy was, they just knew theyd made some sort of commitment and they used to have fun, so they stuck around) but inevitably they all gave up.

#tcpootw #zombiecleo #zombie cleo #bdoubleo #bdouble0100 #ethoslab #etho slab

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blorbosexterminator · 2 years

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I see what you mean with the Andres “arc gap” (different anon btw) but do you think they might have gone a bit overboard in the flashbacks? I truly don’t think that Andres was ooc in the Mint. As you’ve pointed out this is a man who has lost absolutely everything and has nothing more to lose (also him generally being a terrible person + raging misogynist). But in the flashbacks I felt like they sort of dumbed him down in way? (Maybe not him but his character complexity). To me he went from this very complex character who married someone he didn’t love, someone he knew wouldn’t mourn after him just to feed his delusion of ‘enjoying life’ ,not letting death change him and pf course not to be alone- to a character who believed he was genuinely in a great romance, the epitome of love and devotion. A blind romantic who didn’t see the true nature of his feelings, who was deceived by the onset of emotion brought on by the honeymoon phase. Someone who forgot this wasn’t ‘true’. I think there’s a big difference to the two even if the portrayal might look the same. I never thought of Andres as dumb, I don’t think he is but to me he seemed childishly naive in a sense that clashed with what the narrative tried to establish (+ with what Andres himself said e.g. what he said to Martin) I know Andres couldn’t have known that Sergio and Martin would have ended up doing the Bank heist but spilling their top secret plan in such great detail that Tatiana knew both when and where to steal their gold is a bit :/ I imagine he must have told her all this even before the wedding and leaving Martin. I can’t imagine him talking about it after the fact. First of all it wouldn’t have made any sense because 1. the plan was abandoned and trying to impress her with an abandoned plan that is never going to come to fruition wouldn’t have worked and 2. They were already married why would he have to impress her? Secondly and I honestly think so, talking about Martin and their plan would be too painful for him. I think he’d keep thoughts of what he had to give up far away from his mind. Which brings us to the conclusion that Andres spilled the beans very early on. And we know Andres didn’t know Tatiana for all that long before getting married (I can’t remember how long it was said to have been but it didn’t take long lol) So once again I reiterate Andres told a woman he didn’t love, a woman who he at that point probably didn’t even know all too well the master plan he created? And at that point was going to perfect and make happen? Endangering both himself and both Martin and Sergio the people he cared for most in the world? I’m sorry for going on such a long rant and this is all of course just my opinion but what do you think? I understand characters, like Martin for example thinking that way- explicitly saying Andres was in love and blind but when the narrative starts to make it seem like that idk. Sometimes it fees like there’s this huge dissonance between what the character say and what the narrative shows us (mainly Andres)… it frustrates me quite a bit. Hope you’re having a nice day btw I just re-read “Children of the dust” the other day! Impossibly it keeps getting better every time you revisit it anew.

Don't worry at all about the rant, I'm glad you're sharing your thoughts with me. And you have really valid points too. But I do think there is a view point that narrows this gulf. I don't think all of what you've mentioned necessarily dumbs Andrés' character complexity down because I don't think Andrés went from "I'm just enjoying life because I know I will die soon and this is neither the great love of my life nor of yours but what matters is that we're having fun" to "This is true romance and the epitome of my life". To me this isn't what the arc is about.

The first complexity we both mention remains with Andrés until the end. Andrés' "heartbreak" over Tatiana isn't because he believed she was his great love and then she betrayed him. It was because Tatiana betrayed a deal between them and in doing so, she revealed to Andrés facets he would have rather not seen. Even during their breakup, Andrés doesn't go "you were the great love of my life, how dare you do that?" He acknowledges that their love is a light, fleeting thing and that Tatiana was supposed to find someone after his death. But Tatiana didn't and that changes everything, makes the hurt of it much worse. Because even though they were to be together for the remaining months of his life, what Tatiana showed was she didn't even like him enough to tolerate his presence for those few more months. Andrés' relationship was Tatiana, from his side, was meant to be a short passionate thing in Tatiana's life that sure, its ending wouldn't break her, but which would leave a cemented incomparable memory and impression on her; she was to live like a queen, enjoying all the glories of life because of Andrés and seeing all the beauties and wonders of life by Andrés' side, and to even inherit him, and all of those things were to leave her with "nothing will ever be like Andrés." Tatiana throwing all of that in his face isn't hurtful because he was so in love with Tatiana but because she basically said "you're not the man you think you are, you're not the man you promised me you were, and I don't care about you at all to the extent that I would rather leave you all alone now and not even inherit you. This is how boring and unsustainable you are a person to be with." Then left him for his son! Other than the fact that it's Rafael, it's also metatextually pushing Andrés out of the picture before his time. They weren't supposed to be so bored and done with him to want him to depart before his already unfair an untimely death, they were supposed to be so impressed and so infatuated with him and his life that he would at least leave a memory unlike any other behind. Can you imagine how painful something like that would be to a dying delusional man who absloutely did Not need his illusions and self-perception to break apart and release its swarms of rotten cockroaches now?

As for Andrés telling Tatiana his plans, yeah that was stupid af. Just the result of last minute writing that makes the characters bend backwards for plot reasons. But I do think a fun and not inaccurate way to see it is that Andrés is just like That. It wasn't that he was so in love with Tatiana that he had to share everything with, it's just that Andrés is one of the most talkative, self-revealing characters on the show (the reason he remains somewhat mysterious to audiences is that he's just weird and not everything he says is easily understood lmfao) but Andrés reveals a shit-ton about himself all the time. Especially when it something he's proud of. Andrés was so, so in love and infatuated with the plan. And you can tell from all season 3 to 5 how excited, eager, and proud he was of everything regarding this plan. Andrés isn't an idiot, no. But mix the emotional vulnerability of sex and sharing a bed with someone you at least really like and that you believe loves you ("She's totally in love," Andrés says regarding Tatiana the first time he speaks about her), and he's so involved with something that he loves so deeply and is so proud of, it's only natural that he would speak about it, only human. Sure, it might go against his logic, but who acts according to their own logic 24/7? Sure, the show took it so far for stupid plot reasons, with Tatiana knowing all of the tiny details years later and all, but at least a part of it makes sense to me.

I'd also say, one of the most interesting (and heartbreaking) parts about Andrés to me is that despite being a man who's seen a lot of terrible things and isn't really lacking in factual knowledge of what life can really be like, is still someone with an inexplicable sense of naivity to me. Andrés is really, really smart but he's also someone who's always one step behind especially when it comes to people. He can't tell when someone is showing him actual respect or making fun of him (nearly all interactions with the banda), there is a pretty large disconnection between what he thinks people see him as and how they actually see him. It's not total childish naivity or him being dumb, but just a sense of dissonance. Like he always plants the seeds of shit happening to him then showing actual, genuine surprise for those things happening and it's a consistent enough trait that I don't think it waters down his complexity at all: Andrés provokes Sergio to hell and back with Monica' situation, intentionally pushing him to lash at and hurt him, and when Sergio does do it, Andrés shows genuine hurt and surprise. The same thing with his son. And the same thing with Tatiana.

Hope you're having a great day, too. And ah! So happy to hear that. Makes me so glad that you're rereading it and that it makes it even better for you!!

#lcdp #lcdp berlin

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gachagon · 1 year

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*Thank you* for noticing that Team Expanding Acronym's approaches to doling out critical-seeming info and dealing with people earnestly do in fact differ from Oz & his accustomed cabal in some telling, constructive ways. Come to think of it watchers were also waaayyy too ready to scream 'liar liar hypocrite pants on fire' about Yang not spilling Raven's whole situation the second she got back from the Haven vault.

I really get why they decided to keep something's hidden though, like yeah Oz may have had his reasons, but we're past the point of no return now where because of his inaction they also can't be honest anymore. And now he's not even there to really face the problems he's caused. At least Ruby and the gang are willing to think up a plan to fight Salem, Oz was just going to blindly lead them into a fight that was unwinnable.

Imagine if they got to the "final boss" and THEN Oz decided to drop the whole "yeah she can't be destroyed" bullshit? That would be awful, and not at all smart or cleverly thought out T_T And it would piss everyone off so much they might just kill him and make him reincarnate into the body of someone else again. (which would kill Oscar as well sadly)

And raven and yang's business is there business in my opinion. It's like raven said, "She made her choice" when she decided to just run away because she was afraid to face Salem. Yang decided to not tell everyone about the whole "Raven is a maiden" thing simply because Raven wants to run away and be done with Salem, and she thought she'd killed the only other person who knew the truth (cinder). Yang not telling everyone was her being a bigger person then her mother at that moment, awarding her an actual act of mercy instead of looking for petty revenge (that's why she had that whole "Are you merciful or are you a victim?" spiel) Their situation is really sad and tragic, and idk I guess some people don't really think that much when they watch tv shows lol they just see what's on the surface and don't think past what the characters are saying.

Yang showing actual mercy (not forgiveness) to the woman who birthed her then abandoned her family to be some tribeswoman makes her a much better person then Raven, and it's why she starts crying after she says she's sorry because Yang isn't leveling the amount of hatred she thought she would at her. Instead she's showing her an act of kindness that she frankly might not even deserve.

#rwby volume 6 #rwby raven #rwby yang #rwby fndm

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laheysdork · 3 years

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cliché - dylan o’brien (teacher!dylan)

request: (x)

word count: 0.8k

warnings: there’s a little age gap here but it’s not really specified (i’m thinking the reader’s probably like 24/25 while dylan is 30)

a/n: felt like posting my first dylan fic todayyy 👀 idk how to feel about this like i LOVE the idea so much but idk if i wrote it well??? hope yall like teacher!dyl as much as i do! and i’m so sorry that this is so shorttt

masterlist

imagine being in a zoom class with him okay moving on

Tapping your toes, you are waiting impatiently for your morning coffee order in the cafe right next to your campus. You lean on the counter, watching the barista prepare your drink. It’s your first day of your masters degree, unsure of what’s waiting ahead of you. You’ve heard from other seniors that your master is supposedly different from your bachelor, having to handle a pile of assignments along with bigger projects altogether.

“Y/N.” You hear the barista calls. You nod and gave him a small smile before grabbing your coffee. But just as you turn around to leave, you are met with the sight of a man’s chest right in front of you. Not having any time to process what happened, you bump right into him, spilling your newly bought coffee all over his tidy shirt.

Gosh, you’re such a klutz, Y/N.

Cursing under your breath, you immediately take some tissues from the counter, shamelessly trying to clean your drink that is now on him.

“I’m so sorry,” you apologize hastily, still rubbing his shirt in an aimless attempt to get the soaked coffee off his attire. But you are soon stopped by a strong grip on your wrist, immediately halting all of your movements.

“It’s fine. There’s barely any stain,” a deep voice reassure you despite the obvious brown patch on his shirt. You look up, finally seeing the owner of the voice. The brunette’s honey eyes stare right into yours. His features are warm and soft but also sharp and charismatic at the same time, thanks to the stubble beard decorating his face.

“No, really, I feel bad. How do I make it up to you?” you question desperately, feeling more guilty now that he’s actually nice about it.

“If you’re really insisting, you can take me out for a treat then,” he suggests with a light tone, his lips pressing into a genuine smile.

“Okay, well-“ You pause, catching a glimpse of the digital clock on the wall. You squint your eyes, making sure what you are seeing was right before you gasp.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry but I have a class to attend to in like 3 minutes, I’m sorry, I promise I’ll make it up to you!” you frantically ramble while walking away backward, before immediately fleeing after the last sentence, too panicked to give him a chance to reply.

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Finally seated in the hall, you let out a long sigh of relief. Apparently, despite being late for a few minutes, the professor is still nowhere to be found.

If only you knew your professor would be late, you would’ve stayed back a little longer to ask for the cute coffee guy’s number.

“Good morning everyone,” a voice you recognize echoes around the vast hall as your head shoots up faster than a bullet.

Yup, it was him. Your little cafe crush. How cliché.

The sight of the familiar man causes you to internally scream out of embarrassment, your jaw dropping to the floor, totally dumbfounded.

Could this get any worse?

“I’m sorry for being late. I swear I’m not those annoying slow professors and I really hate making a bad first impression but clearly the universe has other plans.” He gestures to the coffee stain on his shirt, the one that you caused by the way, as light laughter fills the hall.

And, it just did.

Despite his humorous intent, you can only bury your head in your palms, silently dying. He proceeds to his table to unpack his bag, zipping the front pocket open and taking out a marker.

“But anyway, welcome to advanced econ 101,” he scribbles messily on the board as he enunciates each word.

“I’m Dylan and I will be your lecturer for this semester so bear with me,” he introduces himself, heading back to the table to set his laptop.

Once, he’s done, he clasps his hands together. “Okay, let’s start with the class shall we?”

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Chattering fills the hall once again, the long lecture finally coming to an end. You do not waste a single second as you dump all your things into your back, quickly shuffling on your feet to exit the building. As you are about to pass the front of the hall, you duck your head low in hopes that your awfully attractive teacher will not notice your presence. But just as you thought you are going to get away with it, you hear his voice call.

“Hey, you!” Panicked, you halt in your tracks, standing frozen unable to move.

“Yes, you, grey sweater, jeans, white shoes,” he declares the outfit you are wearing which gives you no choice but to face him.

Collecting the crumbling courage you have left, you finally turn around, approaching him nervously. “Yes, is there something wrong?”

“Yeah, you promised to make it up to me,” he grins, making you chuckle sheepishly.

“I’m a woman of my words,” you reply, your nerves starting to die down a little from his cool response.

“And does she have a name?” he raises his eyebrows.

“Y/N.”

Finally getting to hear your name, his lips curl into a radiant smile.

“Okay, Y/N, how about you give me your number so you can pay for the coffee you owe me.” His arm reaches out to hand him his phone.

The universe really does love its clichés.

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fueledbyapplepi · 3 years

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Hello!! Please feel free to ignore this if you aren't taking requests at the moment -- can I request headcanons for 'nosy boyfriend prank' (idk what it's called 😭) on chifuyu, nahoya, and sanzu? Thank you so much ❤️

Spill the Tea | Chifuyu, Nahoya, and Sanzu

- Testing how nosy the boys can get.

warnings: none

genre: crack (?)

A/N: I was legitimately laughing while trying to imagine how these boys would react 🤣 Thank you anon for the great idea! I know you asked for HCs but I feel like this would be better if it's a scenario so I hope that's okay :))

Chifuyu Matsuno

Chifuyu's a sweet perfect boyfriend. That's a given.

But he was also a great secret keeper. It's like the man's a walking diary of yours.

Whenever you rant to Chifuyu about almost anything, he always takes notes. From your annoying seatmate to your friend's cheating ex, he remembers. Because why not? That's a boyfriend's duty, right? Listening to your s/o's banter.

And besides, he enjoys your rants and updates on every story you tell him. It's like he's waiting for an episode of "Y/N's Rants and Gossips"

Whenever you talk about something, he already knows what it's about.

"Hey Chifuyu, do you remember that one friend of mine and his boyfriend?"

"Oh yeah, the one who's cheating on her and was given about three chances. Yeah, what about her?"

It always leaves you in shock at how he can remember everything. So you wanted to try and test out to what extent he'll want to hear your stories by pranking him.

Currently, you two are passing time in your living room. Waiting for the weather to clear up before you can go out for a date.

Chifuyu's currently sprawled on the couch, reading his manga while you were on the other side planning your sneaky prank.

You set up your phone to ring, and when it did, you pretended to answer while talking to your imaginary friend.

"Hey girl, what's up?" you said

Chifuyu already glanced at you before returning to his reading session.

"No waaaaay," you said with exaggeration. "He did what?"

Now, you fully caught your boyfriend's attention. Although Chifuyu pretended to still read while he's sneaking a peek at you.

You pretended to gasp. "Oh my gosh! You're kidding," you said, fully immersed in your acting.

Now, Chifuyu sat up and poked you.

"Y/N, who's that?" he whispered.

You raised your pointer finger signaling for him to be quiet. "And? What else did he do?" you continued.

Chifuyu stood up and walked towards the television to which you gave him a questioning look.

He pointed to the Bluetooth speaker placed under the television. "Pst, Y/N!!! Connect it here," he said quietly as he turned on the speaker.

"Hurry up!" Chifuyu continued with an eager look on his face.

You just can't take it anymore on how much your boyfriend wanted to hear as well and just burst into laughter.

"Babe, it's just a prank!" you said in between giggles.

"Never thought you'll be that nosy," you continued.

"Ehhh? So no new episode of Y/N's rants and gossip," he replied with a sheepish look on his face.

"So I have a show now huh?" you replied.

Maybe you should actually start a gossip series with your boyfriend as your co-host.

Nahoya Kawata (Smiley)

Nahoya absolutely loves hearing your stories. It always felt like he was in the situation you were telling him. Plus, he gets to know about you and the people you hang out with more.

But who knew that under the good listener facade that he has was a lowkey gossip king?

When it comes to your stories, he'll always be the one to bring it up and ask what happened to the end of it.

Can't leave anything hanging, right?

It's always the most random of times he'll bring it up. Sometimes, even when you're riding his bike, he'll randomly ask you.

"By the way, Y/N, what happened to that loud co-worker of yours?"

You'll always tease him how much of a gossiper he was, but he'd always defend himself that he's just concerned about you or your friend.

But is he really?

You decided to prank Nahoya to answer this question of yours. Although evidently, you've always known the answer.

You and Nahoya are currently in one of the many Ramen restaurants in Tokyo for lunch.

The man wanted to try out this place, while you, on the other hand, have a different plan in mind.

While waiting for Nahoya to finish his food, you pretended to be texting someone and then faking a dramatic gasp when you received a "fake" call.

"Hello?" you said, as Nahoya looked at you then returned to savoring his ramen.

"Oh my gosh!" you acted surprised while clasping a hand on your mouth. "He did not!"

Now, Nahoya placed his chopsticks on the bowl and looked at you. Mouthing a "what" to you.

You decided to ignore your boyfriend and continued your Oscar-worthy acting.

"You called the police? What did he say?" you said, pretending to look anywhere but your boyfriend.

Now he's really curious as to what you were talking about.

"Y/N," Nahoya whispered, "Put it in a loudspeaker," he said as he pointed to your phone

"What? Bub, no," you whispered back.

"Whoa! And? What did you do?" you asked as you returned to your fake phone call.

"Y/N," Nahoya whispered again "Please I want to know who called the police and why. I want to hear to," he said with a pout.

Knowing that this is too much to handle for you anymore, you teased Nahoya.

"Eh? Nosy now aren't we? It's just a prank, bub" you said while winking at him.

"Huh? Prank huh. Well, I'm not nosy. I just want to hear it," Nahoya said in defense.

"Which makes you nosy," you teased.

"Am not."

"You are."

"Am not".

"You are."

"Y/N, I am not." Nahoya said with a smile, "I just want to hear,"

You can't help but laugh at your in denial boyfriend.

Well, maybe he is nosy. But he won't admit it. Especially to you.

Sanzu Haruchiyo

Sanzu always respects your boundaries.

As the good boyfriend that he is, he never listens to your private conversations with your friends. Unless you don't mind.

Well, maybe he is curious sometimes.

Sometimes, he'll walk up to you and ask you who you're talking to and what it is about. Of course, you'll happily tell him since it's Sanzu.

But sometimes, you can't help but wonder if Sanzu can get a little bit nosy than usual.

To help yourself find out about this, you decided to prank your beloved boyfriend.

It's a lazy afternoon when you decided to attempt on pulling this prank. Sanzu wanted to spend his free time with you, so right now, your boyfriend's with you in the living room watching some random movie that he picked.

You were pretending to scroll on your phone while you suddenly received a fake call, which is just your ringtone that you set up earlier to go off.

"So, what's up? Haven't heard you for a while," you said, trying your best to sound convincing.

Sanzu pointed by the door, asking if you wanted some time through which you replied a thumbs up. Signaling that it was okay for him to stay.

Your boyfriend just nodded while resuming what you two were watching.

"Wait. Seriously?" you asked trying to sound shocked.

Sanzu just looked at you questioningly while you just smiled at him.

"No way he did that." you said trying to half-whisper, "I can't believe him!"

Sanzu, whose curiosity now got the best of him, lowered the Television's volume.

This made you want to giggle as your boyfriend was lowkey snooping on you.

You gasped. "Wait. He's filing for a lawsuit now?"

Now, this is interesting.

Trying his best not to look obvious, Sanzu completely muted the TV while he scooted beside you.

Your boyfriend pretended to yawn and leaned his head on your shoulder where the phone is.

He subtly stuck his ear beside your phone trying to hear what you're talking about.

He even closes his eyes trying to fake a nap. But really he just wants to concentrate and hear the gossip.

Well, Sanzu must admit that curiosity kills the cat.

You sounded too interested for him so he might as well have a grasp on what you're talking about.

When you caught on to what your boyfriend was trying to do, you burst into a fit of giggles.

"Sanzu, stop!" you said

"Hmmm?" Sanzu hummed, eyes still closed.

"I know what you're trying to do," you replied "You think you're a sly cat but really, you can't make it any more obvious" you continued.

"Ehh? I'm sleepy, Y/N" Sanzu said pretending to yawn. "See?"

"Oh, too bad. I was just about to tell you what I and my friend were talking about," you said.

Sanzu immediately jerked up from what he heard. "And? What is it?"

"See? You're so nosy! It's just a prank," you explained to your boyfriend who was quite gullible.

Your boyfriend's excited face was immediately replaced with disappointment.

"Ha. You think that's funny," Sanzu said as he hugged you "It's not. So, let's just get to sleep,"

"That's a lame excuse, but okay" you replied "Never thought my boyfriend's a chismoso though,"

Sanzu just buried his face at the crook of your neck as he tries to hide his embarrassment.

Is it his fault to be a curious cat?

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wazzupmrstark · 3 years

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dirty reflection || th x reader

Summary: fulfilling a long held fantasy with your boyfriend (cockwarming him in front of a mirror)

Warnings: swearing, smut (18+)

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: this was a piece for @honeymoonlover's birthday that i inserted tom into :)

Masterlist

"Tell me!"

“No!”

“Please!”

“No, I’m too embarrassed!”

You turned away from your boyfriend on the couch with your arms folded across your chest in protest. If there was anyone who could get you to spill something it was Tom, but you were determined not to break.

“Please, baby?” he asked again, and walked around to the other side of the sofa so that you could see his big brown eyes.

You squeezed your own eyes shut, as to not let him guilt trip you and shook your head stubbornly. Tom let out a sigh of frustration and you thought that maybe he had given up until you heard him chuckle above you.

“Fine, then I guess we won’t have sex at all.”

“What?”

You opened your eyes again and stared at your boyfriend in disbelief. He smirked.

“You heard me.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You’re bluffing.”

“No,” he insisted, doubling down. “If you won’t tell me what you want, we won’t have sex until you do.”

“You know what I want! You already know how to make me feel good.”

“I thought I did,” he huffed, sticking out his bottom lip in a pout.

“You do!”

Tom raised his arms above his head, bringing the hem of his t-shirt up to reveal a small strip of his stomach and the elastic of his Calvin Klein’s. You sucked in a breath and pursed your lips, ignoring the sight before you.

“But not this!”

The this he was referring to was just a silly fantasy of yours, one that you had purposely kept secret because you were embarrassed to admit to wanting something so... filthy. You had never planned to fulfill it- you were more than content to simply imagine the scene playing out when Tom wasn’t home, and use your own hands instead of his to take the edge off. But as of 20 minutes ago that wasn’t an option anymore because your boyfriend had come across your messages with your best friend about that very fantasy.

He hadn’t meant to pry. He had just gotten home from shooting and grabbed your Mac off of the coffee table to check Twitter. You weren’t around, but he always used your computer to scroll through social media anyway so he figured he didn’t need to ask. Your last iMessage conversation with Sloane was still up, and he went to minimize the window when he read his name at the top of one of your blue bubbles. He knew he shouldn’t have been reading your private messages, but he couldn’t stop himself.

s: you should just tell him

y/n: idk how to bring it up

s: it’s not that hard

y/n: would it be weird to ask you to tell him for me?

s: bitch yes

s: i don’t want to talk to your bf about your sex life

y/n: tom knows you though! You could just sneak it into conversation casually yk?

s: i’m not telling him you want to be-

That was as far as he got before you walked back into the room and he slammed the laptop shut in panic, looking like you’d just caught him watching porn- which to be fair, you had done before.

Before you could say anything, or even process what had just happened, Tom flipped it around on you.

“What aren’t you telling me?”

Your brain still hadn’t processed the situation so you furrowed your brow in confusion. “I don’t know what you mean-”

“Why are you talking to Sloane about our sex life?” he demanded. It finally clicked. “And what about it is so terrible about it that you don’t want to tell me yourself?”

“There’s nothing terrible about it!” you assured him.

“Then what?” His face was starting to turn red like it did whenever he got worked up. “Have you been faking-”

“No!”

You could feel your face starting to heat up as well at the implication.

“We were just talking about a dumb fantasy of mine, that’s all.”

And that’s what led you to where you were now, staring each other down over the edge of the couch, daring the other to be the first to break. The room was still filled with tension, but there had been a shift in context.

Tom's eyes were dark and nearly unreadable in the dim light of your living room.

“You’re really not going to fuck me until I tell you?” you asked. He nodded again in earnest, and raised his eyebrows expectantly. “But what do I get out of telling you?”

He gave you a look like it should have been obvious. “We’re going to do it.”

You hesitated. “What if you’re not into it?”

He shrugged and brushed off the possibility. “I’m into whatever you’re into.”

“I don’t know about that.”

“I promise,” Tom said and pressed a kiss to your lips as if to seal it. “I’m not going to judge whatever it is you want me to do to you. No matter how gross it is.” You scoffed and swatted at him, but he dodged your hand easily.

“I can’t stand you,” you muttered.

“Oh, is that why you’re always kneeling for me?”

“Do you want me to tell you or not?”

The smirk fell from his face as he hastily cleared his throat and beckoned for you to continue.

“You know that mirror we have in our bedroom?” you asked.

Tom nodded, a grin playing at the corner of his mouth as if he had an idea about where this was going.

“I’ve always wanted to cockwarm you while we sit in front of it.”

Your boyfriend was smiling from ear to ear now. He had you right where he wanted you.

“Is that all?” he asked.

“I mean, pretty much, yeah.”

“Pretty much?” The next part you mumbled under your breath. “What was that?” Tom asked, leaning over the couch so that he could hear you.

“Yes,” you bit out and clenched your jaw in a pathetic sort of pout.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” he teased, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “Okay, get up.”

“What, why?”

“I’ve got some lines to read over. You can keep my cock warm while I do that.”

“Right now?”

“I thought that’s what you wanted?”

“It-it is.”

“Then get up.”

You did as you were told and stood up from your spot on the sofa, watching as Tom grabbed the back of one of the kitchen chairs and began dragging it behind him.

“Why-”

“I don’t want to ruin our armchair,” he said as an explanation and jerked his head in the direction of your bedroom, motioning for you to follow him.

The mirror in your bedroom was one of your favorite things in the house. It sat on the floor leaned up against the wall with a large ornate frame encompassing it. It was almost taller than you, and weighed about sixty pounds. Its gold paint was chipping in the corners and it was a bit scuffed up, but it was still the best find you’d ever made at the antique fair and you stood by that. You still remembered carrying it home the day you bought it. Tom had filmed the process instead of helping, watching you struggle with the newspaper-wrapped package through the screen on his phone with a smug grin on his face the entire time.

Tom set the chair on the floor in front of the mirror and began to strip, pulling off his hoodie first before shimmying out of his joggers. You followed in suit by unzipping your skirt and letting it fall to the ground. You stepped out of it and went for your shirt next, yanking it over your head. Your hands went for the clasp of your bra after that before thinking twice.

“Do you want my bra off or-”

He seemed to think about it for a moment before answering. “Leave it on.”

You nodded and dropped your hands back by your side, watching him grab his notebook from the desk and settle on the chair. He was completely naked now, and you were left in just your underwear, a scene you both were intimately familiar with.

He spat into his palm and took his cock in his hand, pumping a few times before you stopped him.

“Let me,” you offered, kneeling on the floor in front of him.

He groaned and handed over his control easily. You grinned to yourself before taking him in your mouth. You knew he’d never pass up an opportunity to have you suck him off.

You worked slowly, taking your time, enjoying the feeling of him getting hard on your tongue. Tom gripped your hair with one hand and clutched his notebook with the other. He fought to keep his eyes open, to keep his head upright. In the mirror he could see the back of your head bobbing up and down on his lap, the expanse of your back, every scar, freckle, and mole he’d seen a thousand times before but now from a different angle.

You hollowed out your cheeks and took him to the back of your throat, trying not to laugh when you heard him curse.

“Stop,” he breathed out, pulling you off of him by your hair. “You’re a menace.”

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and smiled. “Thank you.”

He glared at you for a moment before flicking his gaze downwards.

“I’d ask if you want me to return the favor, but I don’t think I need to.” He reached out to prove his point and brushed a couple fingers over your panties, ignoring the way you trembled as he did. He held his hand up to you to show you the wetness gathered on his pointer and index before bringing them to his lips and sucking it off. “You’re plenty wet already.”

You suppressed a moan and pursed your lips, nodding in agreement.

Tom didn’t have to say anything for you to know what he wanted next. You slipped out of your panties and tossed them to the side. He wrapped an arm around your waist as you straddled him and lined yourself up. You both sighed as you sank down onto his cock. He kissed you deeply, winding a hand through hair and moaning your name. You let your head rest against his shoulder and tried not to rock your hips forward. Your boyfriend was having similar issues, hips stuttering underneath you, head falling back in pleasure.

“T-tommy,” you gasped.

“Don’t,” he warned through gritted teeth. You clenched around him involuntarily and whined. “What did I just say?”

“Sorry, can’t help it.”

He took a deep breath and began flipping through the pages of his notebook. You craned your neck to look back at your reflection in the mirror, smiling weakly at the sight. Tom had an arm slung loosely around your waist still. His cheeks were rosy and warm to the touch. Your ass was on full display at this angle, but you didn’t mind. You knew it was your boyfriend’s favorite view anyway, and you weren’t ashamed to admit that you could see why.

The way you were seated on his lap made it look like you could have just been cuddling. The reflection didn’t show Tom's cock buried deep inside your pussy and your breathing had slowed to somewhat of a normal pace.

Tom began to recite his lines to himself and you turned your attention back to him, admiring how he looked while he was concentrating. His eyelashes were so fucking long, it was something you had always been jealous of. The light filtering into the room made them look blond...

You were doing so good. You were relaxing comfortably, lost in your own thoughts, when Tom moved for the first time. He was just scratching his ankle, but the sudden movement made you yelp.

“Don’t do that!” you cried.

“What, this?” he asked and bent down to scratch his ankle again.

“Yes, that,” you growled.

“Why not?”

“You know why.”

“What about this?”

He leaned back and stretched his arms above his head.

“That’s worse!” you hissed.

“Sorry.”

“No you’re not.” He just shrugged and tossed his notebook on the bed. “Don’t you have work to do?”

“Could use a break,” he replied simply, “and it’s hard to focus with distractions.”

The last part was pointed at you and you narrowed your eyes.

“I have been perfectly still.”

“Yeah, but your... impatience is, well, physical.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re soaking, love.”

You looked down at Tom's lap and suddenly realized what he meant. Your arousal was quite literally dripping onto his thighs and the chair beneath you. That was why he didn’t want to use the armchair. You felt your face heat up in embarrassment and buried your head in your boyfriend’s shoulder.

“Fuck, I’m sorry!”

He chuckled and rubbed a hand up and down your back comfortingly. “Don’t be! I know you can’t help it, and it’s honestly really fucking hot.”

“You’re not just saying that?”

“No,” he promised and shook his head adamantly. “I like that I have this effect on you.”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

“Too late.”

“I know.”

“So this fantasy of yours,” he said, clearing his throat. “How does it end?"

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“You.”

He raised an eyebrow. “What about me?”

“Whatever you want.”

“I get to pick how it ends?”

“Mhm. I usually leave it up to the imagination so it’s open-ended.”

“You mean when you masturbate to it you cum before it ends so you lose interest?” Tom clarified.

“Maybe.”

“I know you,” he said cockily.

“And like I said, you know what I like.”

“I like to think I do.”

“So tell me what to do.”

“You just like being bossed around.”

“And what about it?”

“Brat,” he spat.

“Bitch.”

Tom smiled and jerked his hips the slightest bit, making you whimper. “Stand up.”

You tried not to show your disappointment, but did as you were told and stood up, wincing at the empty feeling that followed.

“Just for a minute, baby,” he assured you. “Turn around.”

You turned so that you were facing the mirror and let yourself be pulled back onto your boyfriend’s lap. He slid his cock back inside of you almost immediately and praised you for taking it so well.

“I thought you should see yourself,” he whispered against your shoulder.

You moaned, only able to nod in agreement. You were positioned at a bit of an angle now since you were facing forward, but any discomfort you felt evaporated when Tom kissed the back of your neck. He unclasped your bra and let it fall to the floor.

“Look at you,” he murmured as he urged you to start riding him, “fucking yourself on my cock like a slut.”

“Fuck, Tom.”

You forced yourself to look at your reflection, straining your neck so that you could see clearly. You made eye contact with yourself only to see a stranger stared back at you. The person in the mirror looked like a fucking pornstar, tits out, legs spread, but also fucked out of their mind.

“Feels so good,” you panted.

“I know, baby, I know.”

Tom brought a hand down to your clit and started to rub in circular motions, a clue that he was getting close. Your legs were shaking at this point and you could feel your own orgasm starting to creep up on you as he slammed into you from behind.

“You look so fucking hot like this,” Tom grunted.

You met his eyes in the reflection and gave a weak smile. “I know.”

“Fuck, y/n!” He came suddenly with a moan of your name. You watched in the mirror as his eyes screwed up and his whole body tensed underneath you.

“Can I- can I cum?” you begged, not even sure if you’d be able to hold out if he said no.

A mere nod of his head was all it took for you to tip over the edge. Tom weakly fucked you through it, still riding the end of his own high.

“So good for me,” he managed in broken breaths.

You arched your back against his chest as you came, mumbling profanities the entire time. You tried to keep your eyes open to watch yourself fall apart, but you only caught glimpses.

You collapsed back against Tom as the aftershocks of your orgasm subsided, gasping for breath like you had just finished running a marathon.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

Tom wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, kissing the top of your head gently. You were both covered in sweat and cum, but neither of you could find the energy to care.

“Of course.”

You let yourself relax against his body for another moment, observing your reflections in the mirror. Your hair was a tangled mess, but so was Tom's. Hickeys were already beginning to bloom on your neck and shoulders, reminders to follow you in the days ahead.

Your eyes wandered up to meet your boyfriend’s, who was already gazing at you tenderly. You shared a brief look and smirked at each other.

“Round two?”

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sluttywonwoo · 3 years

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dirty reflection || hvc x reader

Summary: fulfilling a long held fantasy with your boyfriend (cockwarming him in front of a mirror)

Warnings: swearing, smut (18+)

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: this is for @junsol happy birthday tiff!!

Masterlist

“Tell me!”

“No!”

“Please!”

“No, I’m too embarrassed!”

You turned away from your boyfriend on the couch with your arms folded across your chest in protest. If there was anyone who could get you to spill something it was Vernon, but you were determined not to break.

“Please, baby?” he asked again, and walked around to the other side of the sofa so that you could see his big brown eyes.

You squeezed your own eyes shut, as to not let him guilt trip you and shook your head stubbornly. Vernon let out a sigh of frustration and you thought that maybe he had given up until you heard him chuckle above you.

“Fine, then I guess we won’t have sex at all.”

“What?”

You opened your eyes again and stared at your boyfriend in disbelief. He smirked.

“You heard me.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You’re bluffing.”

“No,” he insisted, doubling down. “If you won’t tell me what you want, we won’t have sex until you do.”

“You know what I want! You already know how to make me feel good.”

“I thought I did,” he huffed, sticking out his bottom lip in a pout.

“You do!”

Vernon raised his arms above his head, bringing the hem of his t-shirt up to reveal a small strip of his stomach and the elastic of his Calvin Klein’s. You sucked in a breath and pursed your lips, ignoring the sight before you.

“But not this!”

The this he was referring to was just a silly fantasy of yours, one that you had purposely kept secret because you were embarrassed to admit to wanting something so... filthy. You had never planned to fulfill it- you were more than content to simply imagine the scene playing out when Vernon wasn’t home, and use your own hands instead of his to take the edge off. But as of 20 minutes ago that wasn’t an option anymore because your boyfriend had come across your messages with your best friend about that very fantasy.

He hadn’t meant to pry. He had just gotten home from rehearsal and grabbed your Mac off of the coffee table to check Twitter. You weren’t around, but he always used your computer to scroll through social media anyway so he figured he didn’t need to ask. Your last iMessage conversation with Sloane was still up, and he went to minimize the window when he read his name at the top of one of your blue bubbles. He knew he shouldn’t have been reading your private messages, but he couldn’t stop himself.

s: you should just tell him

y/n: idk how to bring it up

s: it’s not that hard

y/n: would it be weird to ask you to tell him for me?

s: bitch yes

s: I don’t want to talk to your bf about your sex life

y/n: vernon knows you though! You could just sneak it into conversation casually yk?

s: i’m not telling him you want to be-

That was as far as he got before you walked back into the room and he slammed the laptop shut in panic, looking like you’d just caught him watching porn- which to be fair, you had done a number of times before.

Before you could say anything, or even process what had just happened, Vernon flipped it around on you.

“What aren’t you telling me?”

Your brain still hadn’t processed the situation so you furrowed your brow in confusion. “I don’t know what you mean-”

“Why are you talking to Sloane about our sex life?” he demanded. It finally clicked. “And what about it is so terrible about it that you don’t want to tell me yourself?”

“There’s nothing terrible about it!” you assured him.

“Then what?” His face was starting to turn red like it did whenever he got worked up. “Have you been faking-”

“No!" You could feel your face starting to heat up as well at the implication. “We were just talking about a dumb fantasy of mine, that’s all.”

Vernon’s eyes were dark and nearly unreadable in the dim light of your living room.

“You’re really not going to fuck me until I tell you?” you asked. He nodded again in earnest, and raised his eyebrows expectantly. “But what do I get out of telling you?”

He gave you a look like it should have been obvious. “We’re going to do it.”

You hesitated. “What if you’re not into it?”

He shrugged and brushed off the possibility. “I’m into whatever you’re into.”

“I don’t know about that.”

“I promise,” Vernon said and pressed a kiss to your lips as if to seal it. “I’m not going to judge whatever it is you want me to do to you. No matter how gross it is.”

You scoffed and swatted at him, but he dodged your hand easily.

“I can’t stand you,” you muttered.

“Oh, is that why you’re always kneeling for me?”

“Do you want me to tell you or not?”

The smirk fell from his face as he hastily cleared his throat and beckoned for you to continue.

“You know that mirror we have in our bedroom?” you asked.

Vernon nodded, a grin playing at the corner of his mouth as if he had an idea about where this was going.

“I’ve always wanted to cockwarm you while we sit in front of it.”

Your boyfriend was smiling from ear to ear now. He had you right where he wanted you.

“Is that all?” he asked.

“I mean, pretty much, yeah.”

“Pretty much?” The next part you mumbled under your breath. “What was that?” Vernon asked, leaning over the couch so that he could hear you.

“Yes,” you bit out and clenched your jaw in a pathetic sort of pout.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” he teased, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “Okay, get up.”

“What, why?”

“I’ve got some lyrics to work over. You can keep my cock warm while I do that.”

“Right now?”

“I thought that’s what you wanted?”

“It-it is.”

“Then get up.”

You did as you were told and stood up from your spot on the sofa, watching as Vernon grabbed the back of one of the kitchen chairs and began dragging it behind him.

“Why-”

“I don’t want to ruin our armchair,” he said as an explanation and jerked his head in the direction of your bedroom, motioning for you to follow him.

The mirror in your bedroom was one of your favorite things in the house. It sat on the floor leaned up against the wall with a large ornate frame encompassing it. It was almost taller than you, and weighed about sixty pounds. Its gold paint was chipping in the corners and it was a bit scuffed up, but it was still the best find you’d ever made at the antique fair and you stood by that. You still remembered carrying it home the day you bought it. Vernon had filmed the process instead of helping, watching you struggle with the newspaper-wrapped package through the screen on his phone with a smug grin on his face the entire time.

Vernon set the chair on the floor in front of the mirror and began to strip, pulling off his hoodie first before shimmying out of his joggers. You followed in suit by unzipping your skirt and letting it fall to the ground. You stepped out of it and went for your shirt next, yanking it over your head. Your hands went for the clasp of your bra after that before thinking twice.

“Do you want my bra off or-”

He seemed to think about it for a moment before answering. “Leave it on.”

He spat into his palm and took his cock in his hand, pumping a few times before you stopped him.

“Let me,” you offered, kneeling on the floor in front of him.

He groaned and handed over control easily. You grinned to yourself before taking him in your mouth. You knew he’d never pass up an opportunity to have you suck him off.

You worked slowly, taking your time, enjoying the feeling of him getting hard on your tongue. Vernon gripped your hair with one hand and clutched his notebook with the other. He fought to keep his eyes open, to keep his head upright. In the mirror he could see the back of your head bobbing up and down on his lap, the expanse of your back, every scar, freckle, and mole he’d seen a thousand times before but now from a different angle.

You hollowed out your cheeks and took him to the back of your throat, trying not to laugh when you heard him curse.

“Stop,” he breathed out, pulling you off of him by your hair. “You’re a menace.”

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and smiled. “Thank you.”

He glared at you for a moment before flicking his gaze downwards.

You suppressed a moan and pursed your lips, nodding in agreement.

Vernon didn’t have to say anything for you to know what he wanted next. You slipped out of your panties and tossed them to the side. He wrapped an arm around your waist as you straddled him and lined yourself up. You both sighed as you sank down onto his cock. He kissed you deeply, winding a hand through hair and moaning your name. You let your head rest against his shoulder and tried not to rock your hips forward. Your boyfriend was having similar issues, hips stuttering underneath you, head falling back in pleasure.

“H-hansol,” you gasped.

“Don’t,” he warned through gritted teeth. You clenched around him involuntarily and whined. “What did I just say?”

“Sorry, can’t help it.”

He took a deep breath and began flipping through the pages of his notebook. You craned your neck to look back at your reflection in the mirror, smiling weakly at the sight. Vernon had an arm slung loosely around your waist still. His cheeks were rosy and warm to the touch. Your ass was on full display at this angle, but you didn’t mind. You knew it was your boyfriend’s favorite view anyway, and you weren’t ashamed to admit that you could see why.

The way you were seated on his lap made it look like you could have just been cuddling. The reflection didn’t show Vernon’s cock buried deep inside your pussy and your breathing had slowed to somewhat of a normal pace.

Vernon began to hum to himself and you turned your attention back to him, admiring how he looked while he was concentrating. His eyelashes were so fucking long, it was something you had always been jealous of. The light filtering into the room made them look blond and you thought back to all of the colors he had dyed his hair before.

It was brown now, with remnants of the previous black still fading, but he had gone blond once before. You still remembered how shocked you had been when he came home from the salon that day.

You were doing so good. You were relaxing comfortably, lost in your own thoughts, when Vernon moved for the first time. He was just scratching his ankle, but the sudden movement made you yelp.

“Don’t do that!” you cried.

“What, this?” he asked and bent down to scratch his ankle again.

“Yes, that,” you growled.

“Why not?”

“You know why.”

“What about this?”

He leaned back and stretched his arms above his head.

“That’s worse!” you hissed.

“Sorry.”

“No you’re not.” He just shrugged and tossed his notebook on the bed. “Don’t you have work to do?”

“Could use a break,” he replied simply, “and it’s hard to focus with distractions.”

The last part was pointed at you and you narrowed your eyes.

“I have been perfectly still.”

“Yeah, but your... impatience is, well, physical.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re soaking, love.”

You looked down at Vernon’s lap and suddenly realized what he meant. Your arousal was quite literally dripping onto his thighs and the chair beneath you. That was why he didn’t want to use the armchair. You felt your face heat up in embarrassment and buried your head in your boyfriend’s shoulder.

“Fuck, I’m sorry!”

He chuckled and rubbed a hand up and down your back comfortingly. “Don’t be! I know you can’t help it, and it’s honestly really fucking hot.”

“You’re not just saying that?”

“No,” he promised and shook his head adamantly. “I like that I have this effect on you.”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

“Too late.”

“I know.”

“So this fantasy of yours,” he said, clearing his throat. “How does it end?”

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“You.”

He raised an eyebrow. “What about me?”

“Whatever you want.”

“I get to pick how it ends?”

“Mhm. I usually leave it up to the imagination so it’s open-ended.”

“You mean when you masturbate to it you cum before it ends so you lose interest?” Vernon clarified.

“Maybe.”

“I know you,” he said cockily.

“And like I said, you know what I like.”

“I like to think I do.”

“So tell me what to do.”

“You just like being bossed around.”

“And what about it?”

“Brat,” he spat.

“Bitch.”

Vernon smiled and jerked his hips the slightest bit, making you whimper. “Stand up.”

You tried not to show your disappointment, but did as you were told and stood up, wincing at the empty feeling that followed.

“Just for a minute, baby,” he assured you. “Turn around.”

“I thought you should see yourself,” he whispered against your shoulder.

You moaned, only able to nod in agreement. You were positioned at a bit of an angle now since you were facing forward, but any discomfort you felt evaporated when Hansol kissed the back of your neck. He unclasped your bra and let it fall to the floor.

“Look at you,” he murmured as he urged you to start riding him, “fucking yourself on my cock like a slut.”

“Fuck, Hansol.”

“Feels so good,” you panted.

“I know, baby, I know.”

Vernon brought a hand down to your clit and started to rub in circular motions, a clue that he was getting close. Your legs were shaking at this point and you could feel your own orgasm starting to creep up on you as he slammed into you from behind.

“You look so fucking hot like this,” Vernon grunted.

You met his eyes in the reflection and gave a weak smile. “I know.”

“Fuck, y/n!” He came suddenly with a moan of your name. You watched in the mirror as his eyes screwed up and his whole body tensed underneath you.

“Can I- can I cum?” you begged, not even sure if you’d be able to hold out if he said no.

A mere nod of his head was all it took for you to tip over the edge. Vernon weakly fucked you through it, still riding the end of his own high.

“So good for me,” he managed in broken breaths.

You arched your back against his chest as you came, mumbling profanities the entire time. You tried to keep your eyes open to watch yourself fall apart, but you only caught glimpses.

You collapsed back against Vernon as the aftershocks of your orgasm subsided, gasping for breath like you had just finished running a marathon.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

Vernon wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, kissing the top of your head gently. You were both covered in sweat and cum, but neither of you could find the energy to care.

“Of course.”

You let yourself relax against his body for another moment, observing your reflections in the mirror. Your hair was a tangled mess, but so was Vernon’s. Hickeys were already beginning to bloom on your neck and shoulders, reminders to follow you in the days ahead.

Your eyes wandered up to meet your boyfriend’s, who was already gazing at you tenderly. You shared a brief look and smirked at each other.

“Round two?”

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crimsonophelia · 3 years

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hi! can i have a scenario where gn! reader and childe have extremely fluffy and soft sex? maybe you could add in a lil moment where reader cries out his real name and childe malfunctions?? idk this can go ANYWHERE but i really love ur writing so i don’t mind anything!! ok have a great day !!

featuring: childe x gn!reader

warnings: nsfw: 18+ only, fluffy smut, gender neutral reader, slight praise kink, typos

published: july 20, 2021

form: imagine

a/n: thank you anon!! hope you like this—childe is such a sweetheart, he really is so endearing

childe usually had two modes when the two of you would get intimate. one, the most common, was the riled up horny teenage boy, where he is rutting up into you, calling you all sorts of sweet names, leaving you utterly breathless and unable to catch a break beneath him.

the other mode, less common but not unwelcome, was the slightly softer childe, when the hedonistic fatui harbinger became more like ajax, the kind and considerate lover, attentive of all your needs and content to just savor each second of intimacy the two of you shared.

tonight, you were lucky enough to witness the latter childe. after several weeks of separation due to the nature of working for the fatui, you were finally reunited with your beloved tartaglia, and it was clear that he had missed you as much, if not more, than you missed him.

your boyfriend had you pinned on your shared wangshu inn bed beneath him, as he gazed down at you with a look of wonder.

“babe,” he uttered dreamily, pressing kisses down the tendons in your neck, leaving red marks that were sure to turn purple the next day. “i missed you so fucking much.”

you sighed as childe’s familiar scent—woody and fresh—washed over your senses, and his calloused fingertips ran along your exposed skin. this was home. he was your home.

a particularly well-placed kiss along the curves of your collarbone caused you to moan softly. your lover smirked at your response. “the weeks felt like years”, you told him, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck as he fumbled with the belt at his waist.

“oh?”, you chuckled. “eager, are we?”

childe slumped his shoulders with an exasperated whine. “[y/n]”, he groaned. “we haven’t fucked in weeks, have some sympathy, won’t you?”

you couldnt help but to laugh beneath him as he finally managed to weasel his way out of his pants, the both of you now clad only in your underwear.

without much hesitance, childe bent over and kissed you deeply on the lips, slipping his tongue past your lips and into your mouth. his familiar, comforting taste filled your mouth, the movements and idiosyncracies of his kiss so unique to him, but you knew it all so well. the way he loved to nip and pull at your bottom lip with his teeth, the way he closed his eyes and you felt his long eyelashes brushing your cheek, the way he always rested his hands on your hips as he kissed you, fingers playfully tugging at the hem of your underwear.

something you loved to do when making out with tartaglia was to tug at his hair. you knew the type of reaction it would elicit, and you were right yet again this time. with your fingers buried deep within his ginger locks, you gave a tug, and heard childe give a high-pitched, terribly lewd moan into your mouth. the bulge in his underwear that had been rubbing up against your knee earlier also grew noticeably harder.

you pulled away from the kiss, laughing at the involuntary reaction you had pulled out of your boyfriend. childe, on the other hand, sat pouting, cheeks glowing a bright snezhnayan red with embarassment.

“that’s it”, childe huffed, feigning anger. “i’ve had enough of you bullying me.” he lowered his hands to discard himself of his underwear, freeing his member that was already a bright, blushing red, aroused for you and you only. “i just wanna feel you all around me, babe. i missed you so much.”

you braced yourself for what was to come. you hadn’t had childe inside you for a few weeks now, so you hoped that the stretch would be a pleasurable challenge. you pulled childe down for another kiss. “that was my plan all along, my love.”

unceremoniously removing your underwear, childe lined himself up at your entrance, and slowly pressed the tip of his cock inside you. “how does that feel, babe?” he asked, brushing some stray hairs off your sweat-beaded face. “i know it’s been a while—let me know if you want me to take it a little slower, okay?”

his consideration and tenderness with which he held you in his hands made you lightheaded. “no, please just—”, you stuttered, even just one inch of him inside you causing you to stumble over your words. “just go how you normally would. there’s nothing about you i cant handle.”

another inch pressed into you, the stretch growing more and more intense but just as delicious as the last time. childe leaned down and pressed a kiss to the corner of your lips. “forever my strong [y/n]”, he groaned softly, pressing the rest of his cock into you, the tip hitting the spot in your walls that made your head spin.

“agh, fuck”, you moaned, grip on your lover’s wrists tightening. “please move.”

a kiss sucked along your jaw this time. “your wish is my command, babe.”

childe began pumping himself in and out of you, at a leisurely pace, completely unlike the times where he was worked up and needed a quick fuck as he practically jackhammered into you. no, this was soft, and tender, and filled with years of love and trust. he knew exactly how you liked it—which spots made your knees go weak, what pace made you moan out his name like a mantra, which places that you loved to feel his hands roam.

with each movement in and out of your hole, childe’s length always managed to hit that sweet spot that had tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, pulling moans out of you, begging him to go harder. “hnn, ajax, y-yes!”, you cried, eyes squeezed shut with pleasure, not even realizing you had uttered your lover’s birth name. “h-harder, please, please!”

childe stopped moving above you for a moment. you cracked open your eyes to see his mouth hanging open slightly, beads of sweat rolling off his cheekbones and down his jaw. he looked dumbfounded, as if the lust had gotten to his head. yet not a moment later, he began thrusting into you without abandon, hands gripping your thighs until his knuckles turned white, harder than he had gone before.

“say my name again.”

ah, so that’s what got him. content at discovering something else that got him turned on, you acquiesced and cried out your most convincing, most arousing moans. this was your way of treating him, knowing how much he loved to hear you cry.

“ahhhh fuck! ajax!”, you wailed erotically. “ajax, i’m so close—you’re doing so good, baby!” you could feel your orgasm beginning to build up as each pound of childe’s cock inside you wound you up, making your spine arch and head thrown back. you moaned and panted wildly as your lover’s ministrations didn’t seem to be slowing down anytime soon, the only sounds in the room was the slapping of skin on skin and noises of pleasure being emitted by both of you. with a final few hard, heavy thrusts into you, your eyes rolled back, and you came heavily, childe following you not long after, milky white cum spilling over your stomach and chest.

even after cumming, childe’s heavy panting sounded like some of the most erotic noises you had ever heard. he collapsed next to you on the bed, exhausted, messy, but completely and utterly content. you had missed this. even the feeling of his release covering you, the smell of his exhaustion and effort, the red marks from where his fingers gripped your thighs. you had missed it all. you had missed him.

“ajax”, you rolled over on your side, peering down at your boyfriend’s form, drifting in and out of consciousness. “you’re perfect.”

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bigbrainblue · 3 years

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idk i just need cc!quackity angst

imagine one night, he plans a date with you but he stood you up so you two get into an argument about how he’s never spending time with you, so things get heated and he starts saying things he didn’t mean, and when he realized how bad he hurt you, it was the next morning already and you were already gone, so he went over to your place to try and apologize but you weren’t there, so he went to all of ur favorite spots to try and find you

idk you can come up with the ending, i would like it if it ends with angst tho 😁😁😁😝😝😝

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notes: this is my first time writing angst so i’m sorry if it isn’t that good! also i kinda switched up the prompt just a tiny bit :)

includes: cc!quackity x gn!reader

genre: angst

warnings: use of quackitys real name

notes part 2: this will fic will NOT include hurt-comfort, it’s just straight up angst

you sighed as you saw a waiter on his way to check in on you

“excuse me, but are you ready to order yet?” the waiter said while looking more and more impatient every second you didn’t answer

“no, sorry. i’m still waiting for someone. i promise he’s coming, he’s just a little late that’s all.” you said, trying to push away the increasingly persistent thoughts in your mind that maybe the boy you were here to have your 2nd anniversary dinner with wasn’t coming

“well i don’t mean to rush you but if the person you are waiting for doesn’t come soon we are going to have to give your table to someone else, we have other customers waiting for an open table.” he said, staring daggers into my eyes

“i understand” you said, giving up hope

you had been sitting in the same place for 2 hours, dressed up in your fanciest clothes, only to get stood up by your own boyfriend

you decided to call him one last time, maybe his phone died and he got lost in the way here, maybe he accidentally fell asleep.

you tried to defend him in your mind but as much as you tried, but you already knew why he didn’t show up.

he forgot about you.

you held the phone up to your ear, hearing it ring once, twice, …

“hi it’s Alex, i’m sorry i missed your call. i will try to get back to you as soon as i ca-“

you hung up before the voicemail finished

it wasn’t worth the wait, you decided

you climbed into your car and shut the door

you gripped the steering wheel, but as hard as you tried to hold back the tears, they came out of your eyes like a river.

as you walked in the door of yours and alex’s house, you heard alex’s muffled talking through the walls of the house

you decided to sit on couch, not wanting to face alex who was on his PC in your shared room

the couch comforted you as you sat there, mindlessly scrolling through random social media apps, trying to numb the increasing pain

around an hour and a half later ,you heard a door open and footsteps approaching

you didn’t want to look up from your phone, tears already threatening to spill at the corners of your eyes

“oh hey y/n i didn’t even hear you come home” he said, sitting down next to you

“mm” you said, still not looking up from your phone

“you ok?” he questioned

“yup” you confirmed, if you said anything else you know you would start crying

“alright” he said, resting his body against the backrest of the couch

that’s it?? that’s all he’s gonna say?? no, ‘i am so sorry for forgetting about our 2 year anniversary, and i know i really fucked up is there anything i can do to make it better?’ no, ‘i know your not okay, and i’m here to help you’ hell it wasn’t even a ‘you sure?’ you thought in your head, fighting back the urge to say it outloud

finally, it was too much

“do you even care about me, alex?” you said, putting your phone down, staring directly into his eyes

“what? yes of course i do baby. why would you ask a question like that?” he said meeting your gaze

“no, no you don’t alex. if you cared about me you would have known that today was our 2 year anniversary. if you cared about me you would have remembered that i made a reservation tonight at 6 at that fancy restaurant downtown that you said you liked. if you cared about me you would spend more time with me alex! we live together and yet i never see you. every single time i want to hangout with you, you always say ‘in a little bit’ or ‘maybe later’. alex, you don’t care about me. you’ve never cared about me. and i realize that now. alex, we’re over. i can’t do this anymore.” you said, letting the tears come out, not caring where they went

“what are you even talking about?”

“are you even listening to me? you’re not even taking me seriously right now oh my god. what do you not understand? we are breaking up alex. im sorry but it’s for the best”

you didn’t even give him a chance to respond before you grabbed your shoes and car keys and headed back out to your car

you sat on a bench in a nearby park that you and alex used to come to often

it was 10pm so you were the only one there

you heard footsteps behind you

“there you are, i went to all your favorite places looking for you. i went to that café we went to a while ago, i went to the stream where i taught you how skip rocks. if i didn’t care about you, would i have gone to those places?”

“alex i appreciate that but just because you are trying to care now, doesn’t heal the past wounds you have caused. i’m sorry but we really are done. i don’t hate you and i hope you don’t hate me either.”

“i went to all of those places for you and this is the thanks i get? i don’t get why y-“

“goodbye alex” you said, standing up, trying to hide your tears for fear he would belittle you even further

you walked away from him

“you can’t just walk away from me like this! come on babe just give me one more chance!”

“i’ll see you in the morning to get my stuff” you said, voice quivering as tears streamed down your face

“and, thank you alex. i really did love you.” you said as your final words before walking away leaving alex and your relationship behind

one day someone will realize your worth, right?

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*cracks knuckles* alright let’s get this started so imagine this toga begs shigaraki to go to the beach but we all know shigaraki will say no but little shiggy here has a HUGE crush on u plus he might get to see u in a swimsuit so he says yes ( not toga trying to hug shigaraki, RIP toga 😔) anyways let’s say you usually wear sweat pants and sweaters like baggy stuff, so shigaraki is excited to see what’s under ur clothes ( pervert shigaraki again 😀) when y’all arrive there shigaraki was basically shaking from excitement he was always interested in u but he was too insecure and was afraid you’ll reject him and find him ugly, and plus u were intimidating as hell your always saying what’s on ur mind even if it destroys someone’s self-esteem anyways shigaraki was wearing some shorts and his sweater ( our baby here is insecure don’t worry we’re gonna fix that😏) as shigaraki was sitting he was disappointed since he didn’t see u yet, *turns on the moto moto song* ur coming out of the water like a sea goddess ur hair is wet u were wearing a Bikini( it can be any swimsuit u do u boo) let’s say shigaraki’s jaw dropped he was drooling as u were coming out u noticed ur boss and ran to him ( do u know those moments were the hot chick runs in slow motion that’s how shigaraki saw u) long story short shigaraki was a stuttering mess and was red as a tomato my dude was starring on ur tits the whole time u were talking ( you had a little crush on ur boss ngl u knew shigaraki liked u back so u were the one who told toga about the beach thing u were planning something 👀) shigaraki accidentally pops a boner home boy wanted to cry from embarrassment of course u noticed it and dragged him a a private place where let’s just fuck his brains out until he’s crying from how good it feels as u were dragging shigaraki was thinking ur going to beat him up or something he was terrified until u pushed him against a wall whispered to him what ur gonna do shigaraki almost fainted, as u trying to take off his sweater he started ti cry he thought u might think he’s ugly and make fun of him ( u were lowkey shocked like 😃what now??) So u decided to kiss every part of his body and tell him how beautiful he and eventually he lets u take it off. I’ll let u take the led now loll

( for kinks now I’ll say a lot of body worship kink and a lot of praise kink, I would say the reader is a super soft dom, shigaraki is a super shy and cute sub maybe the reader gives shigaraki a boob job idk do whatever ur comfortable with babe, btw it’s super fluffy)

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“Beach!” Toga yelled, “we’re going to the beach!”

She ran up to you and hugged you.

“Y/n we’re going to the beach!” she said, grinning up at you.

“We are, ” you nodded, ruffling her hair.

She ran over to Shigaraki, “come to the beach with us, Shiggy, ”

“No, ” he said, looking back at his game.

“Please, everyone is going, ” she pouted, “even y/n is coming, ”

A vision of you in a bathing suit flashed in front of his eyes. He imagined you putting on sunscreen and laying on your stomach on the beach, accidentally spilling water on your chest and your nipples perking up because of how cold you were out of the water.

“Fine, ” he said.

Toga squealed and hugged him.

“Oh- hey, what the hell?” he said, pushing her off, “don’t do that toga,”

She moved on to her next victim, “Dabi, go to the beach with us!”

“Who’s coming?” he asked, lighting a cigarette.

“I got everyone to go, ” she bragged.

“Wow, kid, everyone? Even y/n?” he asked.

Toga nodded frantically, proud of her achievement.

“God job, I’ll go, ” he smirked, “plus i’ll get to see y/n in a bathing suit, ”

You walked by and flicked his forehead, “eyes to yourself, bacon bits, ”

“God, babe, I love your little pet names for me, ” he teased.

Shigaraki glared at him, but you were already halfway up the stairs.

“Don’t look at me like that, ” he said, looking at Shigaraki, “we’re both going for the same reason, ”

“No, ” he denied, “I’m going because it's summer, and when it’s summer, you go to the beach, ”

Dabi rolled his eyes, “whatever you say, boss, ”

“Shiggy!” Toga yelled, “go get ready. We’re leaving, ”

He stood in his room staring at his swim shorts. He knew he’d have to wear them, and he could just put a shirt on too. He didn’t have to swim. He could just leave the shirt on. It would be fine. He really didn’t have a chance with you, but if you saw him without a shirt, you’d be disgusted. He felt disgusting.

You pulled out a bikini Toga forced you to buy and flopped down on the bed. Shigaraki was coming, which meant you were gonna get to see him without a shirt. You blushed and giggled, already daydreaming about him. Even though it was wrong, even though he was your boss, you just couldn't help it. You were one-hundred percent certain you were going to melt when you saw him. Toga had always said he had a crush on you. Maybe he would finally make a move. That was the plan anyways. The whole reason Toga had bugged everyone to go was by your request.

With your bag packed and swimsuit on under your clothes, you were ready to go. Shigaraki wanted to cry when he looked in the mirror. Maybe this was a bad idea, maybe he shouldn't go. He heard a knock on his door.

“Hey, we’re about to leave. Are you ready?” You asked, “if not, I'll wait with you, so you dont have to go down by yourself. I hate being the last person ready. I don't want you to go through that pain, ” you laughed.

“No, I'm ready, ” he said, opening the door. No turning back now.

“Alright, let's go, ” you said, already walking downstairs.

He tried to calm himself as he walked down, trying to stop the grin that wanted to spread across his face. Finally, he thought, what was y/n hiding all this time? He was last to go through the warp gate, upset that you had already runoff. He waited around, nearly sweating to death until he heard Dabi yell.

“C’mon y/n, give us a little spin, ” he yelled.

He saw you blast him with sand using your quirk. He chuckled at Dabi’s predicament. You screamed as Dabi jumped in, splashing you with water. He picked you up in his arms only to throw you back in the water. You came up for air and splashed him again. Your splash war continued for some time, providing Tomura with entertainment until, ultimately, you called it a draw. He watched you and Toga play mermaids for a while before he grew bored and continued with his game, that was until Dabi wolf-whistled and he saw you begin to walk out of the water. You used your quirk again, sending a small tidal wave towards him.

“Youre so mean to me y/n, ” he complained.

“Shut it, patchwork, ” you said.

“Stop you're giving me butterflies, ” he smirked, getting splashed again.

You started walking again, the water slowly getting shallower and revealing more of your body. You were glistening, the sun reflecting off the water on your skin. Your cheeks were red from the sun, and he realized you had put sunscreen on in your room. Damn it. You brushed some wet hair out of your face, and your chest was now entirely on display.

“Fuck, ” he whispered.

He tried to be discrete, and the sun shining directly in your eyes certainly helped him. He stared at your stomach, the next part of your body to reveal itself. All he could think about is tracing little designs on it, laying his head on it, and putting a baby in it. Your thighs were an absolute show stopper. He wanted to suffocate between them. He averted his eyes when he realized you were walking over to him.

“Hey, can I sit here?” you asked, wringing out your hair.

“S-sure, ” he said, trying to focus on your face, which was definitely beautiful but...boobs lol.

“Thanks, ” you said, “I’d rather sit with you than all of them. I love Toga, but she’s a handful, and everyone else is staring at me. Bunch of creeps, ”

“Sorry about them, ” he said, unable to stop his wandering eyes.

“It’s ok. Nothing you can do, Shiggy, ” you said, “oh my god, you’re bright red. Did you forget sunscreen? It’s ok. I've got some, but you’re on the paler side, so you've gotta be careful, Shig, or you’ll burn up, ”

The redness on his face was because you were sitting next to him, nearly naked, but he wasn't going to admit that, especially when he saw you bend over to get sunscreen. He was trying desperately to control himself, but part of him had a mind of its own. He nearly died when you leaned in and put sunscreen on his face, laughing as you put a glob on his nose. He let out a genuine laugh that warmed your heart. You started talking, but honestly, he couldn't listen. You were very expressive when you spoke, and all the movement caused your tits to bounce, mesmerizing him.

He could only half listen, nodding and ‘mhm’ing when appropriate. You noticed quickly and gave him a few minutes to redeem himself but he failed. You grabbed his chin and made his eyes meet yours.

“Tomura Shigaraki, we're you staring at my boobs?” you said, feigning disappointment.

“N-no, I wasn't, ” he said.

You sighed, “lying about it only makes it worse, ”

“I'm sorry, ” he whispered, “I know I shouldn't have. I just...”

You let go of his chin and looked down at his lap.

“Really?” you asked, pointing out his obvious boner.

“Shit, I'm sorry y/n I'm so sorry. I know I'm gross and awful, and I'm just so sorry, ” he said, trying to cover it.

You grabbed his arm and dragged him away to the deserted changing rooms. Originally this beach was supposed to be a hot spot for tourists, but the water park a few miles closer to the city shut it down, leaving the beach in good condition. He braced himself for a slap, a punch, a kick, but he never could've prepared himself for a kiss on the cheek.

“I've been thinking about this for a while, Shigaraki, ” you whispered, “thinking about all the things I'd do to you, all the ways I'd make you feel good. Did you know I can block skin-to-skin quirks? You can touch me, baby, ”

“Y-you're not mad?” he whispered.

“No, I'm not mad, ” you shook your head, “I've always had a little crush on you Shiggy, ”

“Tomura, ” he corrected, “call me Tomura, ”

“Tomura, ” you whispered, “I can't wait to touch you. Fuck, I'm gonna kiss you all over. I can't wait to get between your thighs, baby. We've got all day, ”

He kissed you softly, enjoying your lips. They were sweet and soft in contrast to his dry, chapped ones. He felt so lacking, but the way you were kissing him made him feel like he was floating. You pushed him further against the wall, running your hands through his hair. Your arms hung around his neck, and he wrapped his arms tight around your waist. You kissed each other for a while, no teeth or tongue, just your lips pressed together. Eventually, things began to heat up. You let your tongue try and find its way between his lips and into his mouth. He groaned into your mouth. You tugged his hair, trying to get even closer. Your hands traveled up and down his chest, reaching for the bottom of his shirt.

He grabbed your hands and pulled away.

“No, ” he whispered.

You nodded, “that's ok, you don't have to, Tomura. Did I do something wrong?”

He shook his head, “you’ll make fun of me, ”

“Why would I make fun of you?” you asked, stroking his cheek.

“Because I'm not, ” his voice broke, “I don't- I'm ugly y/n. My body is disgusting you-you won't like me anymore, ”

Your eyes widened, “what?”

“You heard me, ” Tomura said, wiping away tears, “I hate myself, and you would too, ”

“That's bullshit, ” you said, “I think you're beautiful, ”

He scoffed, “you've never even seen me in shorts before now. How would you even know?”

“Because I’ll think you're beautiful no matter what, Tomura Shigaraki, ” you said, “and nothing could ever change that, ”

He shook his head and turned to walk away, but you took his hips and pushed him against the wall. You grabbed his face and kissed him harshly. You kissed his forehead next, the scar on his eye, both of his eyelids, his cheeks, the scar on his lips, and the mole under them.

“You have such a pretty face. You have gorgeous eyes, Tomura. I love kissing you, ” you whispered between kisses.

You kissed away a few stray tears that fell and pressed your forehead to his as he cried.

“Please don't look at me, ” he whispered, pressing his face into your neck.

Seeing him like this broke your heart. You held him as tight as you could, kissing the side of his head. You were going to kill whoever did this to him. You lifted his head and kissed him softly this time. You rubbed your hands up and down his sides. You sunk to your knees and kissed his thighs. Every scar was kissed and stroked lovingly even though your heart broke for him. You moved up his body to his stomach, lifting his shirt even though he tried to pull it down again. You kissed his stomach, soft, light kisses.

He started to relax a bit more, petting your hair instead of trying to pull down his shirt. You moved to his hands next, standing once again. You took his right hand and kissed his knuckles, then the top of his hand, and lastly, his palm. You repeated this on his other hand. You started kissing the scars on his neck, sucking softly. He moaned.

“That feels good y/n, ” he said, moving his hands to your hair.

“I'm gonna make you feel good, baby, don’t worry, ” you mumbled against his skin.

You bit the skin at the juncture of his neck, he groaned and whispered, “yes.” You kissed down to his collar bones, hearing his breathing get faster. This time you practically yanked off his shirt before he had time to stop you.

“So fucking beautiful, ” you said, standing back to admire him.

This time he didn't turn away from you but blushed and shut his eyes. You ran your hands up and down his chest and stomach. Shigaraki whimpered when you tweaked his nipple.

“Good boy, ” you whispered.

He nodded, “I wanna be your good boy. Please, ”

You smiled and brought his lips to yours again. You kissed his cheek and bit his ear softly.

“You're doing all the work, ” he said, “that's not fair. Besides shouldn't I be in charge? That's what it's like in...” he trailed off, embarrassed.

“No, ” you said, “I want to do this for you. I want to be in charge. I want to take care of you, baby. You deserve to relax, ”

He kissed you again, holding you tight to his chest.

“Tomura, ” you said, taking his hands in yours, “I have a question for you, ”

He nodded.

You leaned in and whispered, “how would you like to fuck my tits. You were staring at them all day so why don't you have a little fun with them, ”

He nodded frantically.

“Use your words, puppy, ” you said, scratching his head.

He groaned softly, “yes, please y/n, ”

You guided his hands to your still-clothed chest. He squeezed gently, cheeks growing bright red. You giggled and undid the back of your bikini, letting him see your tits without the thin material over them. He was practically drooling over you, wrapping his lips around your nipple. He sucked and licked them, causing you to moan. Every sound you made was a symphony to his ears, the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard, and he was desperate for more. He moved upwards to litter your neck with hickeys and coax more moans from your beautiful lips.

His long fingers found their way to the strings on the sides of your bikini bottoms. With one tug at the strings, they were around your ankles. It was your turn to blush at the exposure of your body while Tomura’s eyes gleamed. He was on his knees in mere seconds, admiring your sex. You felt self-conscious as he stared at your most intimate area.

“Please, ” he said, looking up at you, “can I taste?”

“Let me do something for you first, ok?” you said, “sit on the bench, ”

He nodded and did as he was told. You kneeled in front of Tomura and took off his pants before pushing your tits together around his cock. His eyes were as wide as saucers as he watched you. You looked up at him as you bounced, moving him between your breasts. He let out a strangled groan and threw his head back.

“That's my good boy, ” you praised, “that's my baby, feels good, yeah?”

He nodded.

“Use your words, puppy, ” you reminded him.

He bit his lip and blushed, still silent, except for his little noises.

“Aww, is someone feeling shy?” you asked.

He nodded and hid his face in his hands though it did little to hide the shy smile on his lips.

“If you want me to keep going, you're going to have to be a good pet for me, Tomura. Be a good boy and speak up, ” you said, pulling his hands away from his face.

“Feels good, ” he whispered.

You decided that was good enough and continued moving him between your boobs. You watched the head of his dick throb and pulse. He began whimpering as his thighs shook. He got louder, whining and moaning desperately.

“I know, baby, I know, ” you said in response to his beautiful noises.

He cried out whimpering.

“Y/n, ” he cried, “I need to cum, ”

“Hold just a little bit longer for me baby, ” you said.

“Can't, ” he cried out, “can't hold it y/n please lemme cum, ”

“Just a little longer, ” you promised, “be my good boy, ”

He whimpered and tensed up in concentration, trying his hardest. He struggled for a while longer begging and crying to cum.

“Go ahead, cum for me, Tomura, ” you said.

He came hard, splattering your chest with his cum. Tomura was left panting and shaking while drool dripped down his chin. His dick twitched a few times more as you let it free from between your boobs. He whined pathetically. You cleaned the sticky mess up as best you could.

“Shh sweetie, I know, I know, ” you said, sitting next to him and pushing hair out of his face.

You pulled him to your chest, watching and listening to him breathe.

“Now, can I taste?” Tomura whispered.

You kissed his forehead, “of course, puppy. Go ahead, ”

He sunk to his knees, spreading your thighs. He groaned when he saw your sloppy cunt drooling for his mouth. He licked a long stripe up your entire cunt, licking over and over. Focused on taste rather than pleasure, finally indulging himself in the delicious juices of your cunt. He grew needier for your moans, trying to find the right places to lick and suck. He found a little bud at the top of your cunt to suckle on and flick his tongue over. Tomura smiled from ear to ear at the sounds coming out of you. Every moan and whimper, every grunt and groan made his heart swell. His fingers once again found their way down, this time finally entering you.

Unpracticed thrusts turned into brushing your g-spot until he realized that curling his fingers was the way to go. Hearing your moans and lewd squelches was a fantastic prize to collect.

“I'm close, Tomura, keep going sweetie, ” you choked out.

You were close, oh god, yes, you were going to cum in his mouth. He ate you out with a passion, desperate for your gorgeous pussy to drip down his chin. Harder, faster thrusts. Stronger licks and desperate slurping. When you finally tensed, he moaned in premature ecstasy, ready for your delicious cum. The vibrations coaxed a gorgeous moan from you. Cum gushed from your pussy and into his waiting mouth, lapping it up like a starved puppy. You tried to shove him away, overstimulation stabbing your cunt. When he finally pulled away, his face was red and coated in your slimy juices, as well as his tongue lolling out of his mouth. He was panting and absolutely blissed out.

He crawled back to you, clinging to your legs.

“Good puppy, ” you praised him, “you did great, Tomura, ”

He grinned, hiding his face in your thigh and giggling. You pulled him up and onto your lap, kissing him on the nose.

“Do you want me to fuck you properly baby?” you asked.

His face fell, “I can't. I'm...I'm not hard. I'm sorry, ” he whispered, tears of embarrassment welling in his eyes.

“Oh, baby, ” you said, stroking his hair, “it's ok, Tomura. It’s ok. Don't worry baby, ”

He sniffled, “ Please don't be mad at me. ‘m sorry. I'm sorry y/n I-I’m a bad boy, ”

“No baby, no, ” you said, wiping away his tears, “you're not a bad boy. You're my good boy, my special boy, ”

He whimpered, bottom lip quivering. You rubbed his back, praising him.

“My good boy, my sweet boy. You did so well for me. Tomura, you're amazing, you're such a perfect boy Tomu, ” you whispered.

He nodded, trying to compose himself.

“Lets go swimming honey, ” you said, stroking his cheek.

He shook his head frantically, “n-no I don't want them to see me, ”

You looked him in his eyes, “you are beautiful. Now come on, we’re both sweaty. Besides, I think they'll be more focused on all the hickeys you gave me, ” you giggled.

He bit his lip.

“C’mon baby, ” you coaxed him, “can you be my good boy?”

He nodded hesitantly, “I'm...a good boy. But-but what if they make fun of me?”

“Then I’ll kill them, ” you smiled, “if they're going to disrespect you, they don't deserve to be in the league anyways, ”

His eyes widened, and a small smile played on his lips. He nodded and stood up, offering a hand to help you up. You accepted, and he pulled you up and to his chest. He held you there, pressing his face into your hair.

“Thank you, ” he whispered.

You kissed him, “my pleasure, ”

#tomura fluff #tomura smut #tenko smut #tomura x reader #mha tomura #tomura imagine #shigaraki tenko #tomura shiragaki #tomurashigaraki #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki fluff #shigaraki smut #mha shigaraki #shigaraki x reader

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milqueandsugar · 3 years

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Idk if this is where you put requests, but do you think you can do a part 2 (if you do those) of when techno gets asked on a date, and he tries to tell you he likes you back and kinda fails? If not that’s totally fine, have a great day!!

I do answer requests through both asks and dm'ing so feel free to do both ^^

🏵 Your Tea Is Ready 🏵

Part I:

Warnings: brief mentions of violence

Genre: Fluff

| Technoblade |

"How did you not notice? Do they usually take you out for dinner?" Phil laughed, having to set down his tea before he spilled it in his fit. "No-"

"Do they usually shower you in compliments?"

"No but-"

"What about the jewellery? You think they spent hours on them to show you how good of a friend you are?"

They way the word friend rolled off Philza's tongue made the Piglin still. He had never thought of you that way honestly, he hadn't thought of anyone that way. You were one of his most beloved companions and he didn't dare imagine a world where you weren't there for him. Now as he sat in front of the fire place you helped him build he had never felt so blind sighted. Similar to the betrayal that struck him when Tommy turned his back, but it wasn't bitter, or malicious, it didn't silence the voices in a way that made him feel oh so alone. It made him feel stupid.

Clawed fingers played with the bracelets to had made him only a few weeks prior. His eyes seemed focused on only how the reflection of the fire danced in its gold surface as the voices chanted, drowning out any other sound.

'I love them omg'

'That's so cute'

'Finally!'

'Dude I fucken called it'

' they love us???'

"You alright, Mate?" Philza inquired, running a soothing hand over his tense shoulders. "How do I tell them I love them back?"

The two had come up with a plan, date part 2: electric boogaloo let's go

Seeing as you two had already done the most classic date, and the dramatic theater kid of a war criminal refuses to do something unoriginal it takes about a week until they come up with a good concept

When down to the bare bones is just going on a picnic together in the mountains

Being the king of over preparing he has the food hand picked, all of your favourites cause he does pay attention when you talk!

He has the finest table cloth the villagers could muster up

Beautiful gold and emerald earrings to match him and Phil

Some kick ass wine?? You bet

A few days prior he had asked you to come over for some time together, you were excited of course but a little less so when he brought up the picnic

The trek up the mountain was gorgeous, the food smelled delicious and Technoblade was unreasonably handsome

But it didn't change the hurt in your heart

Techno didn't like to be in debt to anyone, the only person he took favors from was Phil

What this looked like to you was him returning the favor of the dinner, he didn't trust you to just do something nice for him

In any other circumstances the silence between you two as he set up the picnic would have been comfortable, but now it made you nauseous

The entire night you did your best to push down the darker thoughts that leaked into your mind

But techno could tell there was something wrong

He reached in to grab the earrings, telling you he had a surprise for you

His heart stilled when he was met with sad eyes

He wanted to ask you what was wrong, to console you, the other thought it would best to let you come to him

Stuffing the earrings and box back into the basket he pulled out a package of candy instead

Your smile brightened a bit but, he just knew this wasn't a good night

That's alright, he'd always have another day.

#dsmp x reader #dsmp #mcyt #mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n #dsmp imagine #technoblade x you #blood for the blood god #technoblade x reader #technoblade #techno x reader #asks #asks open

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n0tamused · 3 years

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Hello! Hope you're doing well! So I saw that your requests were open so, may I request something about Kakashi's gf being pregnant but being afraid of telling him? (because he lost so many loved ones, she doesn't want to pressure him into being a father idk if that makes sense) Like she's pregnant but it's not visible yet but she as some symptoms already? Kakashi didn't really noticed until someone mentioned it?

It can be a one shot or a drabble, i'm leaving that to you. But I would like it to be fluff if you don't mind 👉🏼👈🏼

It's really specific i guess and I hope ypu don't mind! If it's bothering you in any way feel free to skip it 😊

Have a nice day/night and take care!

Warnings: pregnancy, throwing up, a hint of angst

Words: 2.406

Kakashi Hatake x Reader

The cashier held the packed groceries for Y/N to take. A polite smile ever-present on her face. "Have a wonderful day!"

She managed to smile back and take the bag into her arms. It wasn't the need for groceries that got Y/n to the store, but another item that got her mind running a few nights ago.

The realization hit her then. She didn't even have to take the test to know it was true. A gut wrenching feeling broke throughout her as she was just passing through an alley, a shortcut to Kakashi and her's shared home. Frozen in place, eyes glued to the floor, she felt the familiar sting of tears in her eyes. Vision getting cloudy and blurry.

She knew Kakashi wouldn't react in a way that would harm her, not in any way, shape or form. But it was hard to deny the fact that it was anxiety inducing, this wasn't something to be taken lightly. Neither of them were planning on kids any time soon. Not to mention the sad history of the Copy-Nin. Even in the beginning of their relationship it took time for him to finally warm up, to really be comfortable with the new intimacy. With receiving such love and care, to finally be safe to be vulnerable. To feel protected and loved and to form an attachment.

The walk home from there felt slow and the wait for the test to show the results was even worse. Nausea raked and coiled in her gut as she sat beside the toilet, having thrown up some time ago. How much time has even passed?

The woman looked forlornly up at the sink where the stick laid. The tiles were cold under her, yet she found herself glued to them, letting the coldness of them seep into her flesh and bones. But eventually she had to get up.

Fear now started to rampage in her system, mind spiraling as her nimble fingers took hold of the test. An unfamiliar haze was brought over her eyes, it made it hard to see but she soon realized that she was staring at two prominent red lines on the small window of the test. Shock. The fear suddenly gone and was replaced with a hollow feeling deep within her which felt even worse. Tears began to sting her eyes again and they came pouring out like a waterfall, in large beads and onto the sink. Cold hands gripped the edge of it for some stability as the woman hunched over it, the test abandoned as the other hand came to knuckle and wipe away the ongoing stream of tears. Silently she let herself cry it out, she couldn't bottle it up any longer. Kakashi wouldn't be home until the sun was already set, and now the sun was still high in the sky.

The woman couldn't look herself in the mirror after that. Hiding the test in her room she decided that it was best to tell her beloved the sooner the better. Hiding it from him would only prolong her fear and anxiety, and she didn't want to imagine the reaction he would have after hearing the news and how much she just waited to tell him. Not to mention it would be quite a task to hide something like this from someone like Kakashi. The evening was spent with a poor attempt to make some food, something to fill the gaping hole in her gut, something to make her feel warmth again. Filled with the vast expanse of helplessness she barely made anything in the end.

When Kakashi arrived home he was met with coldness. Something he became familiar with when Y/n wasn't in the best of moods. He padded through the hall quietly, listening for any sounds that may come, but all he heard was the sound of shuffling. Pushing the door open it unexpectedly creaked, a long cry of the old worn door caused the woman on the bed to startle. Body twisting around like an eel to meet his confused stare.

"Hey, it's just me, love.. What's the matter..?"

He felt worried immediately, he was used to sadness and gloomy moods but he wasn't used to her being so frightened. Not around him. Not on the battlefield and definitely not in the comforts of their shared house.

"Oh I didn't hear you, that's all.."

Came her reply, yet she found yourself moving into him, arms embracing around his middle in a desperate need of comfort. Kakashi didn't hesitate to return the hug, nuzzling his cheek into the side of her head for a moment. Mind running laps in an attempt to figure out what got his belovee like this, but it all came back blank.

"Kakashi I have to talk to you."

The sentence made him stiff, but he nodded and let her lead him to sit on the bed, one arm loosely wrapped around her tense shoulders.

All words that came to her died immediately on her tongue, and swallowing hard her gaze fell to the ground. Eyes threatening to spill tears again but she pushed them back.

"I…"

Y/n tried, but it all felt like bile in her mouth. Not having rest properly,the stress of missions and now this too. It was all catching up to her now. From her peripheral vision she could see the brows of the silver headed ninja furrow in confusion and worry.

"Did something happen? You're looking sickly, are you feeling ill?"

"No."

Her response came a bit too quickly, head shaking before she took a deep breath, exhaling before she looked at him. His eyes searched hers as if he could find the answer that way. Y/n felt horrible. He had gone through enough and all the attempts of telling him about it came to a halt. She couldn't do this to him, not now, he had to rest. She could tell him some time during the week, she told yourself.

"I just… it was a long day, I barely got any rest last night too. I missed you Kakashi.."

His expression suddenly lightened but it did not lose its worry and confusion. She had slept alone the last few nights before work prevented him from coming home at all, so he understood. Yet he couldn't help but feel something was amiss. A small voice at the back of his head whispering something incoherent.

"I missed you too."

He replied and pulled her into another embrace. Sighing out his worry he focused solely on caressing her, hoping that would ease the stress and worries of that day. And it seemed to work. For the rest of the night they both rested in each other's arms, leading a small talk about random things, it eased both of them and even made them forget about worries and fears. In the morning, when Kakashi was getting dressed and Y/n, watching him with sleep heavy eyelids, he came to crouch before her and kiss her on the forehead. Telling her something about how he'll leave Pakkun with her that day. Smiling when he saw you blink at him, trying to grasp at his words. In the end she only nodded and attempted to wipe away the sleep from her eyes as he left.

And as promised, Pakkun remained at her side. He would occasionally chip in to say something, and even the nin asked if she were alright, saying how something felt off now. Y/N only nodded, everything was fine.

Y/N missed going on missions but ever since she started feeling so ill, she was given several days off, not that she had any choice but to accept as even Kakashi was fussing that she couldn't fight in such a condition.

In the middle of the day the nausea returned. Y/N have just eaten freshly prepared lunch and it all came back up soon after. Toppled over the toilet seat she took in a mouthful of air when she finally felt her gut settle down. Pakkun sat at the door to the bathroom, worried look plastered on his canine face.

"Hey, you should really go and visit a medic. This has been going on for a while, it can't be any good."

She heard him say through buzzing ears, a static feeling coursing through her as an after effects of having thrown up. Pushing herself away she stood on shaky legs, feeling a tad bit better but awfully tired. Only a nod came in response to his words before she padded into the living room to sit down only to end up passing away on the couch. Head feeling heavier and heavier until she felt the plush material of the couch press against the side of her face. Hands curled around a pillow she placed over her stomach, some semblance of comfort and warmth coming from it.

Meanwhile Pakkun slowly waltzed into the bedroom, hoping to find a blanket he could drag back to Y/N. Taking the corner of the folded blanket in his maw he moved back, paws pushing into the slippery surface of the polished wood. Groaning he forcefully pulled, the blanket now flying out from under the rest of the folded sheets, making Pakkun fly back and hit the work desk. If it weren't for the clank of something falling from the top drawer, the ninken would've ignored it. But the item that fell at his paws even made him stop in his tracks. His ears pinned back in surprise. It fit like a puzzle piece, the girl's weird illness finally made sense. He figured Kakashi didn't know, otherwise he would've said something along the lines of that his partner was pregnant.

Nonetheless, Pakkun figured out why that was the case too, he knew Y/N well enough, but seeing how things were going he decided to tell Kakashi on his own. To spare her some of the stress of it all. Before he took his leave he did manage to drape the soft blanket over the woman's figure, having had to jump on the couch and do quite some pulling to get it over her all while staying silent.

Pakkun found Kakashi just when he was heading home, in one of the paths between two houses that he called a shortcut. Abruptly halting the ninken panted, his gaze narrowing at Kakashi's figure.

"Hey boss. I have something to tell you."

Pakkun started, perched up on one of the roof ledges where he stared down at Kakashi who didn't quite expect him to see him there. Exposed eye widened at the sight of him, the worst coming to his mind.

"What are you- is Y/N alright?"

The silver head blurted out before he could think of anything else, hands falling out of his pockets. Kakashi already felt a small tightness in his chest, anxiety creeping up on him.

"Y/N is just fine, but why I'm here does concern her."

Pakkun responded as he made his way down from the roof, hopping from ledge to window and window and to the ground. Now standing in front of Kakashi he huffed and looked up at him.

"You really should look into bigger homes, you're gonna get a small addition soon."

At that Kakashi looked at him, guffawed. Silence followed soon after Pakkun spoke, Kakashi at loss of words as he still tried to make out the riddle the sentence represented. "What..are you saying?"

Kakashi looked at Pakkun quizzically, even as the puzzle pieces slowly fell in his head as well, he was still slow to fully process the information.

"Y/n is with a child, Kakashi."

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When you woke the next time the sun had already been setting, only the small arch of the sun was visible on the horizon. The sky painted in warm and vibrant colors of orange and red. Your head swam with the unconscious, still not grasping the sensation of being awake yet. Eyes blinking lazily at the bedroom window. Wait…

Finally breathing in you felt the blanket tucked around you. Yet Kakashi was not there with you. A small sense of panic grasped you as you sat up, looking around. Sleep hazed mind sent you into a frantic state and almost instantly you found yourself searching for the pregnancy stick where you hid it. It wasn't there. It was not there. Pushing books and papers aside you still couldn't find it. It was not there.

"Y/n."

Kakashi's voice rang out and you turned around. He wasn't wearing his uniform, nor his mask. A simple gray shirt clung to his figure along with some black sweatpants. He held the door open with his hand, a small hint of worry was present on his face. His lips pressed together in a thin line before he approached you and pulled you into himself. You now knew that he knew. A shaky breath escaped you as you still waited for him to speak up first but that never came. He just held you there, caressing up and down your back.

"Kakashi… "

You started but your voice soon trailed off.

"I know. Pakkun told me today." He stated simply, nose brushing against your hair and inhaling your scent.

"Oh… I was planning on telling you myself.. I just didn't...I didn't know how to tell you last night.. I'm sorry."

You felt him nod against you, humming in response. And to your surprise, you felt him smile.

"It's alright. I'm not angry… It is a bit surprising but I could never be angry at you, not for this.. Please do not feel afraid anymore, it's alright."

Kakashi reassured, pulling away just enough to move his hands to cup the sides of your face. Looking into your eyes he saw the anxiety you held melt away, his own anxiety disappearing as well. He felt nothing but pure love for you. He wouldn't like anyone else to start a family with but you.

His thumb brushed over your cheekbone and then he leaned in and pressed his lips to your temple, holding you like that for a moment before he pulled away. A smile pulled at the corners of his lips, a smile you soon mirrored when you saw it. Leaning down slowly he pulled you into a kiss, you meeting him half way and smiling into the kiss.

#kakashi #kakashi hatake #kakashi hatake x you #kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake x reader #kakashi x y/n #naruto x reader #kakashi imagine #kakashi oneshot #n0tamused oneshot #n0tamused writes

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taetaesbaebaepsae · 3 years

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Do you do Mafia fics??

I have a sub!mafia!JK suggestion: y/n finds out Jungkook is a Mafia (idk how- you can decide how) and likes the idea of this scary Mafia submitting to her.

There’s not a lot of fics like this out there.

I don't do full requests but I'm doing drabbles right now so I hope this will suffice ps I LOVE this idea and might well revisit it this got away from me and way too long so there's a cut lol

Warnings: smut, top fem reader, domme behavior, bondage, consensual hitting, degradation, blindfolding, sub Jungkook, uhhhh a little pet play? I am a sinner in the eyes of God and men

Jungkook

6:45 AM

He's always coming home late, always sneaking past you to the shower and you suspect there's someone else until you find a gun holster in his laundry.

He makes all kinds of excuses (target practice, protection), but when your lip starts to tremble, he tells you everything.

How he'd inherited a business, of sorts, and how it wasn't exactly above board but he assures you his father had never done anything awful like sex trafficking.

You sit with it for a moment, even head out to the balcony to think, but he follows you, all big brown eyes, not speaking but you can feel him waiting for an answer.

You finally turn to him, say his name softly, and he starts as if you'd yelled at him.

"I'll stay."

He lets out a long breath, opens his mouth but you clamp your hand over it.

"On one condition."

Jungkook has been in quite a few scrapes for someone so young, but he doesn't think he's ever been in a situation like this one.

You're straddling his lap and he's got his hands above his head. You've tied his wrists together with his belt with an exuberance and skill that almost frightened him.

His father had taught him that women were for fun or for marriage and Jungkook had assumed those things must be mutually exclusive due to his father's multiple mistresses.

He'd had a few girls for fun before you, but your sharp wit and sky smile made him wonder if his father had been wrong.

Falling in love with you hadn't been a choice he made, he'd just looked at you one day and known he wanted to look at you and touch you and love you as often as he could.

He'd never planned for you to find out who he really was, but now that he had, you have this fire in his eyes that makes his skin feel hot.

You talked to him about it before this, how you'd like to take the reins in bed but it had never actually happened.

You knew his hard limits and he knew yours after the time you'd already spent together, so at this point he feels there's nothing new to learn. He's beginning to think he's wrong about that, too.

Jeon Jungkook, feared mobster boss, is blindfolded with his own tie and tied with his own belt and at the mercy of his girlfriend. He can imagine the fall-out if any of his guys found out.

"You think you're tough," you say, your voice soft despite the cutting words. You roll your hips against him and he's already hard and naked beneath you. You're still clothed in a blouse and skirt, but Jungkook realizes you aren't wearing panties when your slick slips across him and a loud groan comes from the back of his throat.

"Loud," you scold, slapping his chest slightly.

He whines despite your scolding because your nails scrape against his nipple and it sends a wave of heat through him.

"Loud, bad boy," you scold, slapping him again on his other pec and he bites down on his lip not to make a noise again.

"Dirty," you continue. "You're dripping wet, you know that? Already."

Jungkook gasps in a breath. "Baby," he begs, and he doesn't even know what he's asking for other than more.

You strike him across the face, not hard, but enough to sting and he gasps again. He wonders why the pain makes him harder, why it makes his hips twitch under you, his heart race.

He thinks of fights he's been in, thinks of the adrenaline rush, and wonders if it's related before you guide his cock inside you without any warning and he can't think at all any more.

Your hand circles the base of his cock, tight, and you only let him about halfway, rocking your hips back and forth slowly, your breath coming faster.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck-" he cries out before you slap him again, stuff damp fabric into his mouth. He tastes you on it, realizes that it's your panties and tests the strength of the belt around his wrists in rapid fire.

He could break it, it'd be easy enough, and he wants to because he wants the spring coiling in his stomach to snap but he doesn't want to because everything you're doing feels so good, and because most of all, he wants to be good for you.

"Dogs don't speak until they're spoken to," you say, voice sharp now, and fuck, he's close even half inside you, biting down on the fabric so hard his jaw aches not to thrust up into you, not to make a sound.

It seems to be an hour before you stop rocking your hips, when you gasp out his name and finally let him all the way inside you and you pull your panties out of his mouth before bracing your hands on his chest.

"Think you're so big and bad, some scary mobster." A strike across his left pec, then when his hips buck involuntarily, across his right thigh.

Jungkook manages not to make a sound, muffling a whine in his throat. He's trembling all over, his balls aching, his jaw hurts from gritting his teeth, the skin on his chest and thighs and face sensitive from your blows.

He still doesn't want it to stop.

"You're just a dog," you snap. "A puppy willing to get whatever I give you."

Jungkook nods at this, his head fuzzy, tears pricking the backs of his eyes and he's thisclose to begging you to let him cum because you're still pulsing and hot around him.

Not being able to see you makes everything more intense and he can barely stand it.

Then you lean forward, brush your lips against his mouth and he parts his lips, thinking you must be kissing him but instead you drop a glob of spit into his mouth.

"You can swallow it when you cum," you order, and his head is spinning and all he can think about is being good, being your good boy.

You start to ride him in earnest and he fights the urge to cum until he can't, until he's crying out, tears spilling down his cheeks and spilling inside you.

As soon as he cums you lean down to kiss him, hard and dirty and then again, softer, again, pecks all over his face as his heart rate throws.

You untie him, take the blindfold off slowly and it's dark but he can see the outline of your face in the moonlight and he feels weird, floaty, almost drunk but it's nice, how you touch him, a cool cloth on his face, more kisses.

"Was I good?" Jungkook asks, almost slurred, and you tuck yourself under his arm, put your head on his chest.

"You were so good. I love you so much," you promise, and he tightens his arms around you.

Jungkook loves you too, loves you back so hard it might end up getting him killed, but he's not thinking of that now.

He's not thinking of anything but how you feel in his arms, how nice it is to drift off to sleep with you. How he'll let you tie him up and torture him for days if only you'll stay.

#jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #drabble game 3000 #jungkook drabble #jeon jungkook x reader #btscreatorscorner #btswritersclub

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w-ndrr · 3 years

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distraction | diana prince x batgirl!reader (m)

a/n: this is nsfw! viewer discretion advised :) i also don’t write a lot of smut so i will try my very best. thanks for reading! <3 xoxo isabelle

summary: (possessive wonder woman x batgirl!reader smut) after diana and bruce’s little sister!reader have a falling out, they meet again at bruce’s little soirée and they do the thing >.<

word count: hold up idk yet (update ok now i know it’s 4.27k+)

warnings: AHEMMM the tiniest bit of angst, overprotectiveness, jealousy, possessiveness, make up sex? idk, smut; top!diana, fingering, oral, dirty talk?, hair pulling, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, marking, body worship, and her f*cking lasso

Gotham City was the pride of criminals and wrongdoers. At every corner of any street, there is always a victim at the receiving end of these crimes. It was dark place to be—to live in. The endless corruption in this city felt suffocating to be even a part of. You couldn’t imagine why a person would want to live here. Especially, with a clown always on the loose. But, the Batman has always come to save the day... Usually.

Batman was the shoulder the people of this crime infested city would lean on. Time and time again, he’s saved his city, delivering justice to the criminal element. But, he was a busy man. Under his vigilante persona, he was Bruce Wayne; he’s got a company to run, a public to satisfy and little sister to protect.

Unfortunately, having a brother like him, you followed a lot of his footsteps and decided to go save the city sometimes, too, which he passionately protested for you not to do so. You were Batgirl. And you told him that he’s got other bigger responsibilities like being a highly treasured member of the his little superhero club, the Justice League.

You’ve met the members of the Justice League. They were interesting people and they were friendly sometimes. One of them stood out, though.

Her name was Diana. Diana Prince. And you had fallen in love with her as did she. Her intelligence and determination to protect everyone was endearing. Not to mention, she was a beauty amongst beauties and you had willingly wrapped yourself around her finger.

Her love for you was undeniable. She wanted to protect you at all costs and if any harm had come to you, she would never forgive herself for not being there. She wanted you safe all the time.

But, as Batgirl, that was something you couldn’t promise.

Sometimes you would come home to her with fatal injuries and she would have to tend to your wounds. And every second, she loathed it. She hated it when you bled. She hated it when you came home with bruises and cuts. She hated it when you would cry when it was too painful.

And after almost two years of being together, the both of you fought and argued and screamed at each other. Out of anger, Diana had admitted to you being weak with no powers. She has faced many strong dangers and she believed it would be hard for you to stand against a villain who possesses powers from beyond. The words that spilled her mouth had shocked even her and she tried to take it all back but, it was too late.

You were livid. She thought you were weak, and you were angry. You stormed off and cried into the arms of your big brother. Bruce understood what Diana was thinking. At some point, he thought of you like that, too. In a way, he still kind of does. And that was okay. He’s your big brother and he should be protective the same way Diana should be.

It had been months since you spoke to Diana; the last conversation you had together didn’t go so well. You were still angry at her, but you also missed her. You loved being with her. Sometimes, because of it, you wanted to just forget about the whole fight and go back.

But, you’re not weak. And you knew that.

Lately, Bruce has been trying really hard to make your days better. He knew it would be hard to do so without the Amazonian. He also knew she was the key to making you happy.

So, he threw a gala in an attempt to get the two of you back together.

You hated parties, whether it contained solo cups, cheap beer, and blaring music or inconsequent polite conversation, canapes, and wine. You didn’t like them. You would usually put on an act as you entered the room; Bruce Wayne’s beautiful little sister. She was charismatic, a little cocky, liked to mingle, liked to drink. All which you are not.

Even though Bruce knew you wouldn’t want to go to a stupid party at the top floor of one of his hotels, it was the only way to get you and Diana into a room together without worrying about world problems. Bruce told her about the plan. You would be angry, she already predicted that, but she missed you. By the gods, she misses you so much. She would do anything to see you.

And when she did, her body ached for you. She saw you through a sea of business men and women and other important people she could care less about. You glowed in that beautiful silk gown and her eyes stuck to you like glue. Your stride, your confidence and your back, on full display, caught the eye of innumerable people in the room and she wanted to hide you—to keep you away from their lingering eyes. You belonged to her.

As she was just about to walk towards you, she heard your laugh. When she looked to the side, there was a man dressed in a fancy, three piece suit standing in front of you with a glass of champagne in between his fingers, just like you.

Bruce walks past Diana and before he could walk away successfully, she grabbed the collar of his suit jacket and pulled him close enough to talk.

“Who is that?” Diana pointed in your direction.

Bruce’s eyes darted to you then to your partner, “Oh, that’s Jamie Harris, one of the head scientists at my Biotech department... Also, (Y/N)’s—”

“Ex. Got it.”

Diana shook her head and sighed. You had only mentioned him once when you and Diana had talked about past significant others.

“What’s your plan, princess?” Bruce raises an eyebrow at the tall woman.

“What do you think I should do?”

“I would recommend just going up to her,” Bruce suggests. “Interrupt them before they doing anything big. You never know, he could be asking her out right now.”

The Amazonian nodded as she turned her head back towards your direction. Clenching her jaw at the sight of you and this short man, she walked over confidently with her eyebrows furrowed. When she got close enough, Diana had to clear her throat to grab both of your attention.

“Ahem,” Diana pursed her lips slightly before putting on a synthetic smile. “Do you mind if I interrupt?”

Diana watched as you met her gaze before immediately taking a large sip of your champagne with your soft, pretty lips. She sees your jaw clench and your eyes glance everywhere but her.

“Not at all,” the man exclaims happily, straightening his posture as he watches the woman that joined them. “Mind I interest you in a glass, Miss...”

“Prince,” Diana nods at him although she could care less about whatever comes out of this puny man’s mouth. “(Y/N). It’s nice to see you again.”

After preparing, you give her a fake smile and say, “I wish I could say the same to you, Diana.”

The Amazonian swears her she felt a sharp pain in her chest. She licks her lips and stares at the floor. She notices your foot tapping against it as if you were getting impatient and her eyes traveled from your feet, to the hand the rested lowly at the curve your hip, up to your collarbones, then to your neck that she missed to kiss so much. Diana felt her mouth go dry. You looked so good. All she wanted now was to take you away from this man and everyone else in this room just to have you all to herself. Her body ached to touch you—to feel your skin against hers.

But, this man was in the way.

“Ahem. Nice to meet you, Miss Prince,” Jamie gives her a smug smile and puts her hand out to shake hers. “I’m Jamie Harris! You can call me Jamie. A scientist working under Bru—”

“That’s great, Mr. Harris,” Diana says without even giving him a glance given that her eyes were practically glued onto you. “You look stunning, Miss Wayne.”

“She does, doesn’t she?” Jamie butts in with a laugh. “You should see her in the morning! Her does this curl thing and it looks ridicu—”

“I beg to differ, Mr. Harris,” Diana clenched her jaw even harder and glares at him. “In fact, I hope you are not criticizing her hair when you have the same do as Colonel Muammar Gaddafi.”

“I—Uh. W-Who—”

“ A dictator. I’m sorry. I forget you’re a scientist, not a politician—”

“Diana.”

Your voice held so much authority over her; it stopped her in her tracks and she stutters only for a moment before turning her head back to you. She swallows the lump in her throat as she studies the look on your face. Your eyes were bold, glaring at her with her brows furrowed.

“A word, please,” you tell her with a sigh. “Alone.”

Diana takes a deep breath in attempt to let out some steam. She feels your hand grab her arm to take her away from the crowds and out into a secluded hall. The moment you touched her, she felt like she was on fire. She followed behind you and watched the way you walk and by the gods, she wanted nothing more than to put her hands on your hips if you’d let her.

After you decided that it was far enough from the party, you turned around with your brows furrowed as you looked at her, her brows furrowed as well. You inhaled slowly as she crossed her arms over her chest. God, she was distracting. You shook your head and closed your eyes.

“What are you doing?”

“What are you doing talking to your—”

“Ex, Diana? What’s wrong with it?” you yell at her. “I’m doing the same thing right now, aren’t I?”

Diana is taken back for a moment. Sometimes, she denies that the two of you actually broke up. You watch her as she brings her long fingers up to scratch her neck slowly. God, it was distracting.

“(Y/N). I don’t like it when you talk to other people who are obviously interested in you,” the Amazon tells you firmly. “It angers me.”

“I can do whatever I want, Diana. The last time I checked, we’re not together anymore,” you step closer to her. “And I’m not weak! I don’t need you or Bruce to tell me what I can and can’t do. I know I don’t have powers like you or Clark or Barry. I know that very well. I know I have to be more careful than all of you because I don’t get a second chance. But, Bruce does the same thing everyday! Why can’t I? I’ve trained the same as he has. I’ve fought the same as you all have! I make my own choices. Diana, I’m tired of everyone treating me like I’m glass!”

After you were finished, you heaved for air and your eyes had brimmed with tears. You had barely taken a breath since you started talking. Diana had watched your chest rise up and down and to be honest, it was really attractive when you did. Diana mentally cursed at herself for thinking about you like that after you had poured your heart out. But, by the gods, you were so distracting.

Diana had only stared at you after your speech and it only made you furious. Rubbing your fingers over your temples, you closed your eyes and let out a sigh.

“I’m done with this,” you throw your hands into the air and attempted to walk past her.

Before you could get away, Diana places her hand on your upper arm and pulls you back. She wasn’t really thinking as much as she was doing. And you weren’t exactly prepared for this next move she had in mind; in fact, it’ll leave you speechless.

“Diana—”

Her lips pressed against yours, hardly wasting no time to slide them together with a tilt of her head. Her nose brushes against yours and you sigh into the kiss. God, you’ve missed her. Even if she made you angry, you’ve missed her so much these past few months.

Diana kisses you like you were the finest thing she’ll ever taste. She kisses you with so much force that it’s all you could think about. And when she slipped her tongue past your lips to meet yours, you almost fell weak at your knees, but she released the grip on your arm and pressed her hand flat on your back, pressing you against her front firmly. You held onto her shoulders as you moaned into her mouth. Gods, when you did, Diana aggressively fought the urge to take you right there in this hall.

Diana pulls her head back to look at you. Your lipstick was slightly smudged and your eyes were half lidded as you breathed heavily.

“I’m getting us a room.”

The Amazonian thanked Bruce in her head for throwing this damn party on the rooftop of one of his hotels. So, she dragged you far, far away from the soirée and into a bed.

Before the door even opened into the room, Diana had your legs wrapped around her waist as she carried you in. She almost wanted to kick the door down after struggling to get the keycard through the slot, but it didn’t even matter. She had pressed your back against the door, lips sliding over each other, as she slipped the keycard in.

The door opened with an electronic beep and you were met with a wide room with a large white bed in front of a large window looking down at the city lights almost seventy stories up from the ground. The view illuminated the room dimly and there was no need to even turn the lights on.

Diana closed the door with her foot and slammed you against the wall (as lightly as she could without hurting you). Your hands tangled up in her hair as she moves her lips from your mouth, to your jaw, and then down to your neck. She bit on you lightly before sucking passionately until a bruise formed. And she didn’t stop. She marked you all over your neck. After she would give you a hickey, she would run her tongue over it softly. She would kiss you behind your ear, underneath your jaw, and back to you lips. She missed you so much and she couldn’t wait to mark you all over your body like you belonged to her; and you did.

Diana easily ripped your gown off and slid it down from your shoulders (it’s fine, she’ll buy you a new one). You were pressed up against her and the wall behind you as you held her waist tighter with you legs. The Amazonian rested her head in the crook of your neck as her hand slid down from your waist to your panties. She felt the warmth and wetness through the fabric and it made her groan. By the gods, you were so wet. It turned her on so much.

“Diana,” you heaved.

She waited. It was all up to you if you wanted to continue because, fuck, once she starts taking you, she won’t stop. But, if you wanted to stop, she would stop.

“Diana, Diana,” you whined as you ran a hand through her hair. “Please. Please. Fuck, Diana... I need you.”

Diana immediately slips her hand into your underwear and pushes a fingers into you. She listens to you moan as she presses against your walls. Quickly finding your g-spot, Diana pulls her head away from your neck to watch your mouth open, to watch you gasp, to watch you furrow your eyebrows, and to watch you lean your head back against the wall.

You had said her name ten times already tonight and each time it turned her on. She couldn’t wait to get you to moan and scream her name as many times as she could get you to. She couldn’t wait.

“You sound so beautiful,” she coos. “I’m going to make you come and come until you can’t take it anymore.”

Diana slips another finger into you and you held onto her shoulders as you moan at the sound of her voice and the feeling of her long fingers pistons in and out of you quickly.

“You’re going to scream for me, my love,” Diana whispers in your ear. “You’re going to let everyone know who you belong to. Okay?”

“D-Diana,” you moan.

“Is that clear?”

“Yes!” you yell. “Fuck yes, Diana!”

Her fingers move faster and faster and it keeps you moaning for her. You get tighter and tighter and soon, Diana has to speed up and apply more pressure to bring you closer and closer to the edge. Searing sensations spread from your core and through out your body and the moment she pressed her thumb onto your clit, you come undone.

You can feel wetness gushing out of you with each flick of her thumb as your legs shake around her. Diana breathes into your neck as she listens to you pant for air with a shaky breath. She lets you ride out your orgasm only for a moment because she wants to move on to the next step.

You moan as you feel her fingers slip out of you with a squelch. Without breaking eye contact, Diana brings her slick fingers to mouth and licks your juices off, sucking on her fingers like a lollipop. By the gods, you tasted divine. She can’t wait to have more. You gasp as she leans in to kiss you again with the taste of you still on her tongue. Her kisses were far from controlled as she sucked on your bottom lip, biting it softly until you groaned into her mouth.

“Shit, Diana.”

Diana smiles and easily carries you over to the bed and lays on you on top it, near the edge. She stood in between your legs and before she does anything else, you watch her slide out of her dress smoothly down her skin. Her eyes never left your gaze. She was so turned on seeing you laid out on the bed, waiting for her to take you. The Amazonian climbs on top of you and kisses you passionately with a moan as your hands meet her bare back. In a swift movement, Diana slips a hand underneath you and unclasps your bra before sliding the straps down your pretty shoulders.

Her eyes hungrily roam over your breasts and your curves and Diana wastes no time to mark you. She leaves hickeys on your shoulders, down the valley of your breasts, and on your stomach. She was in love with the way you looked right now.

“You look so beautiful, (Y/N), my love,” she says, putting a nipple into her mouth. “Your body was made for me.”

She sucks on it for a seemingly long period of time before switching to your other breast. Listening to you moan as she ducked on your nipples gave her butterflies. She starts kissing your lower stomach at the moment and hooks her thumbs through your underwear, pulling them down at a painfully slow pace. When she finally pulls your underwear off, your entrance is met with the cold air.

“Nobody can have you but me,” she tells you firmly, running her hands down your sides. “You’re mine.”

Diana excitedly pushes your knees apart for each other, spreading your legs for her. She stared desperately, eyes swallowing the beautiful sight of your slick entrance. Your thighs were still wet from earlier and she wasted no time kissing up your inner thigh. They starts off as soft, light kisses before leaving hickeys on the inside of your thighs. You were so close to her entrance but she still hasn’t put her tongue on you yet.

“Diana, please.”

She hummed against you before dragging her tongue up your thighs, tasting your juices from earlier. She used her fingers to spread your pussy lips apart. Her tongue ran up and down your lips, lapping at whatever she could to simply gather your taste. And once she did, gods, she drove her head deeper into you.

All you could do was pant and moan as the woman, with her head between legs, devours you like it was her last meal. You run your hands through her hair before pulling on it when her tongue reaches a sensitive spot. And when you moaned louder because of it, she doesn’t stop stimulating that spot over and over again until you’re a moaning mess for her.

She lapped all the juices that were spilling from your entrance like she was starving as she her fingers kept you spread open for her. Diana’s lips wrapped around your lips and sucked as hard as she could before they moved to another much more sensitive area. She pursed right around the nub of your clit, sucking it into her mouth. She flicked her tongue against it causing you to moan her name over and over again until you came a second time on her tongue.

Your juices spill out of you and your legs tremble uncontrollably as your heavy pants were heard throughout the room, however, Diana doesn’t stop just yet. She continues fuck you through your orgasm, sucking on your sensitive clit before slipping two fingers inside of you, moving at a quick pace.

“Oh, my god, D-Diana! I’m—Fuck! Please—”

You’re screaming at this point as she continues to overstimulate you. Your hands desperately pushing at her head as your legs keep trembling. Pulling her fingers out of you, she pulls her golden lasso from out of nowhere and quickly ties your wrists up to the headboard. Diana spreads your thighs as wide as they could go once while holding your hips down as she goes back to lewdly sucking your clit. Slurping at whatever she tastes, she groaning in happiness as she covers your whole pussy with her mouth. Her hands reach down to grope at your the flesh of your ass and push your hips further into her face.

“God, Diana! You’re gonna make me come,” you shake your head as moan, “I’m coming, I’m fucking comin—— Diana!”

She pushes you into a third orgasm as you arch you back against the mattress and scream her name once again. Diana happily laps and swallows all of the juices spilling out of you before pulling her head up from between her legs. You came twice on her tongue already and you felt drained of energy.

“You taste so good, (Y/N),” Diana licks her lips; there’s a visible shine on chin where your cum was dripping from her mouth.

You don’t have the energy to respond just yet, so you lay there catching your breath. Feeling lips kiss you softly up from your stomach to your neck and jaw, Diana presses her lips softly against yours with the taste of you still on her tongue, but you pull away to speak first.

“What about you?”

“I only intended to making you feel good. Besides, your pleasure gives me pleasure,” Diana shakes her head and smiles, leaning down to kiss you again.

“I’ve missed you so much,” you murmured against her lips. “I barely lasted these few months without you. I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to go back to you so badly, but I’m going to stand my ground because—”

“(Y/N).”

She stops you from going any further, knowing it was the lasso making you talk. With a sigh, Diana looks away from your face and unties the golden ropes at your wrists and throws it onto the floor.

You gently place the palm of your hands on her neck just below her jaw, using your thumbs to turn her head and face you.

“I do miss you,” you quickly give her a peck, only for her to chase your lips with hers. “But, Diana, I need you to trust in me a little more. We all get hurt in our battles and we all come back stronger afterwards.”

You can feel her jaw clenching with your thumbs. Her eyes were closed shut and her breathing staggers a little bit.

Diana opens her glossy eyes after a moment as a single tear drops from her eyes to your face, “I am truly sorry for what I said. I don’t think you’re weak at all. You’re strong, (Y/N). And brave. And you’re willing to give your life to save people. I guess I’m just scared of that because—”

“I know, Diana. I understand,” you nod your head as you look up at her, propped up by her elbows so that she could hover over you. “I’m sorry.”

Diana shakes head rapidly and apologizes more. She puts a hand over one of yours which was caressing her face. She kisses the palm of your hand before finally giving in and puts her whole weight on you, placing her face in the crook of your neck where she kisses you softly.

“Are we okay?”

“Let’s just have this moment and deal with everything else later,” Diana smiles into your neck, seeing all of the hickeys she left on you.

You nod your head as your eyes start to get heavy. Closing your eyes shut, you let your self fall into a calm slumber as Diana’s voice was the last thing you hear.

“I love you. We’ll be okay.”

a/n: i’m sorry if this was kind of long and if there’s some errors bc i didn’t proofread this at all bc i’m fking lazy haha but thank you so much for reading!!

xoxo isabelle

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