#just changing who he answers to because he got his ass kicked. and you're just supposed to feel fucking NORMAL about that???????

[larrythefloridaman]

google :)

love u goog <3

#to explain the dotted squares: Why Are You A Redhead When You Are Bing's Clone. #and the other is like. lets get one thing straight i love goog to death everything in season 2? wouldnt change a damn thing #but i feel like the susan thing was resolved too quickly. and his relationship with mac has gone. underaddressed. #goog was raised by dr. order and i love that he defects right away when shown a first glimmer of something more meaningful #it works well to demonstrate the point that kindness is what we're. as people. most naturally drawn to when circumstance allows for it #but i think how easy it ultimately comes to him even when that's challenged by his personal hurt later kinda. cheapens it a bit? #kindness is easy but its also very hard sometimes when we are faced with the desire or need to protect ourselves from being hurt #and susan letting goog get his catharsis from attacking her even though it wasnt Her her that hurt him #is something i feel should've left him feeling a bit more. conflicted a bit longer. the resolution was sweet but not fully earned imo? #and then theres mac. your little brother almost kills you in cold blood chasing the same meaningless victory you were raised to achieve #and then just. befriends your platonic partner's little sister and becomes part of the family while changing very little of his outlook #just changing who he answers to because he got his ass kicked. and you're just supposed to feel fucking NORMAL about that??????? #idk just think google should get to bite people and be dysfunctional a little more he was raised by doctor order hes not even two years old #he's a shonen protagonist with anxiety but the anxiety doesn't even really interfere meaningfully with anything narratively best i remember #machi has the excuse of being baby to explain why he's so innocent and even he's distinctly self-centered at times #google is a grown man and chooses kindness every day after he got out of there #and that rules. but id like to see him struggle with it just a LIL more #a bit too much of a perfect victim after he gets out for my taste. i had a similar problem with adora in she-ra #lots of not having a frame of reference for a different normal than theirs but always choosing the Right™ thing to do the first time anyway #but thats a mild 'show dont tell'-y writing gripe #its been a good bit since i watched the eps referenced so my feelings might change when i get to them in my rewatch #i simply think meeting a version of your shitty mom that's largely the same but not shitty should make you feel. a lot of different ways #and we didnt really get to see goog wrestle with that after finding out susan wasnt Really her and i think thats kind of a shame #and i dont remember if mac and goog have even shared any screentime after that time Mac Injured Him Terribly with plus ultra

[oreoluvskento]

hate sex w nanami

a/n: uhhhh heres that hate sex fic i promised two months ago :D my bad yall i got really busy and lost all motivation to keep writing on here, but i'm back now :)

cw: female reader, wrote this with black reader in mind but no mention of specific race, NOT PROOFREAD, no use of y/n, cunnilingus, overstimulation, cum swallowing, brat tamer nanami, brat reader, im very horny, that should be me honestly

"fuck, what are we doing?" you ask as you and nanami kiss feverishly. he climbs up onto his desk with you, laying you down onto your back roughly.

"don't know," he growls, his hand coming up to cup your jaw as he kisses his way down to your neck. your eyes widen as he bites you, and you feel your knees go weak when he pushes his thigh against your throbbing core while sucking your neck at the same time.

"i thought you couldn't stand me," you moan, rutting yourself against him, to which he groans at. he reaches down and tugs your pants off, your legs kicking them away.

"i can't," he answers, now tossing your underwear to the side and kissing his way down your thighs.

about two minutes earlier, you and nanami were just yelling at each other about your recent mission. you had a plan and nanami completely disregarded it for it's lack of, well, planning. you were more erratic and spontaneous, wanting to go with the flow, while nanami was more calculated and careful, always wanting to stay organized.

you barged in immediately after your checkup with shoko, still fuming because he ignored you when you tried to ask him on your way back about why the plans changed. you complained to shoko about it, to which she said "instead of yelling at me, why not go yell at him," to which you took literally.

nanami didn't acknowledge you once ever since you came in, which infuriated you even further. although his face was stoic, a slightly noticeable vein was popping out of his forehead and his fingers were gripping his pen tighter.

you spun him around in his seat, still complaining in his face, your noses almost touching, which ended up being his last straw. "you are incredibly childish, irresponsible, and i simply have no respect for you at all! you endanger our lives every time we go on a mission together, but all you can think about is how much fun you're having! you're selfish, and honestly a little bit dense, and i wish you'd shut up and leave, you're disturbing my peace."

your eyes widen as he speaks, his voice barely raising but his anger clearly showing. "you can kiss my ass." you grit and the look of disgust that appears on his face makes you even angrier. before you can say anything, he beats you to it.

"please leave," he says, standing up and now looking down at you.

feeling stubborn, you stand your ground and cross your arms. "no," you childishly protest and he leans his head back with a sigh.

"leave or-"

"or what?" you interrupt, moving closer to him and something in the atmosphere changes. for you it could've been the way he looked at you with such an intimidating expression, one that made you submit almost too quickly. for him it could've been the way you were pressed up against him, your chest against his and your pelvises almost touching.

before you could process what was going on, you were sitting on his desk, his lips attacking yours furiously and you were kissing him back.

his mouth is now on your pussy, eating you out like you were his favorite meal, his anger fueling his actions. "fuck don't stop, it feels so good," you moan and nanami grunts against your clit.

"stop fucking talking," he growls, his tongue darting back out to play with your clit and you slide your hands into his hair.

"fuck...you," you respond, breathless as he continues to mercilessly eat you out. nanami sucks your clit into his mouth over and over again, essentially treating it as a pacifier, and just when you think you're about to cum, he stops and inserts two fingers inside you.

"who knew something so sweet could come out of someone so bitter," he teases, watching as your pussy swallows his digits. you're unable to speak properly, your mouth open mid gasp and your back arching off the table. nanami speeds up, the sound making him even harder, and you finally gain your ability to speak again.

"shut up and eat- oh fuck- me out," you moan, pushing his head back onto your pussy and he complies, slurping away what has been produced by his ministrations. you choke on another moan and rut your hips against his face, to which he responds by holding your hips in place with his free hand. now completely controlling your pleasure, nanami fingers you faster, the tips of his fingers constantly brushing against your g-spot and before you knew it, you were having an orgasm.

you struggle to stay quiet as your body lights up but you find it difficult as nanami refuses to let up, his fingers fighting against your constricting walls and his tongue still hard at work on your clit. as you come down, you truly start to feel the overstimulation and try to pull away. "mm mm, stay right here. you should've left when i told you to. now it's my turn," he says, muffled by your pussy and you cry out when he starts sucking your sensitive clit again.

"please, its too much, i can't," you plead but it falls onto deaf ears as he goes on. nanami adds another finger and your eyes roll to the back of your head, the stretch adding a new sensation to focus on.

"if only you were as obedient as your pussy. look at how she sucks me right in," he coos and you subconsciously get tighter at his teasing. he chooses not to say anything about it yet, and focuses on stretching you out for his dick. your breathing picks up and nanami recognizes the cues for your next orgasm so he dives back onto your clit, spitting on it and slurping it loosely.

you cum unexpectedly this time and nanami keeps fucking you through it, your body thrashing against his hold. he finally pulls away from you, sitting up to look at your blissed out face. you open your eyes when he grabs onto your jaw with one hand and prods at your mouth with the other.

"open," he commands and you do as he says, the fuzz in your brain stopping you from thinking clearly. he puts his fingers into your mouth and you moan as you suck away the mess on them. he pulls you off the desk and leans you against it, your upper body folded over it now.

he pushes his clothed erection against you from behind and groans when you push back against him. nanami thinks about teasing you some more but he has a meeting with yaga about your partnership soon and he's racing against time. he quickly pulls his dick out, the tip turning slightly red as it's been begging for attention sine he kissed you.

your head is down when he pushes into you and you snap it up when you feel the way it stretches you out. a high pitched moan escapes you and nanami slaps his hand over your mouth while pulling you up to talk to you. "shut up, i'm not even all the way in yet," he rasps and you et out a sound of desperation.

once he bullies the rest of his cock inside of you, he pulls out and snaps his hips back into yours, and if it wasn't for his hand on your mouth, the entire academy would've heard the moan that came out of you. nanami sets a relentless pace, his anger towards you growing the louder you get.

"you really don't know how to be quiet, huh?" he growls, pushing all the way into you, shimmying his hips to get deeper, and you fall over, stopping yourself from moaning this time. tears come to your eyes and he fucks you deeply, the pleasure too much for you to handle and your knees going weak. nanami realizes you effort and scoffs to himself. "so you do know how to follow directions? i knew it wouldn't take much to put a brat like you in her place," he says and nod furiously, not even sure of what he's saying.

he speeds up now, his eyes fixated on the way your ass jiggles every time he thrusted into it. your pussy begins squeezing him like it did earlier but nanami isn't having it. he pulls you up by your hair and grabs you by your throat. "you'll wait, do you understand me? hold it until i say you can cum," he instructs and you let out a whine in protest. ultimately, you listen, and although it was extremely hard to focus on not cumming, you succeed.

nanami takes the hand on your throat and begins rubbing your clit with it. "make sure you stay quiet just like this. go ahead and cum for me," he says and not even a second later your gushing all over his dick. he moans out curses as you cum, your pussy holding onto his dick and when you're done, he pulls out. he yanks your shoulder and pushes you onto the ground, and you catch on, taking his dick in your hand and stroking it.

this is your first time seeing it and god was it big. you take the tip in your mouth and bob your way down his shaft, wanting to feel it in your throat. nanami moans as you suck him off and before long, he cums in your mouth. you swallow it as it comes and when he's done, he pulls you back to your feet. he carries you onto the desk and rubs the side of your hips as he comes down from his own high, his head on your shoulder.

"i'm sorry for barging in here and acting an ass," you say softly and he chuckles, his head still down.

"i'm sorry for calling you childish, irrisponsible, selfsih-"

"alright, i get it you're sorry!" you interrupt and he laughs a little harder. he stands up, tucks his dick away, and helps you put your pants back on before giving you a bottle of water and watching you leave.

later that day, during his meeting with yaga, at which he wanted to request a partner switch, he decided on sticking with you for just a little longer.

#jjk nanami #nanami kento #nanami kento fluff #nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader #jjk smut #nanami kento smut #nanami smut #nanami x black reader #nanami x black!reader #jujutsu nanami #nanami x y/n #nanami x you #nanami x reader smut

[cherryflavoredvamp]

Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time

Part 2

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female reader

Summary: An innocent game of teasing your best friend Eddie drives him to the point of obsession and lust. Taboo as it may be, Eddie Munson can’t seem to keep his hands to himself when it comes you, his best friend who he's fallen head over heels for

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, Eddie is really slutty & irresistible, soft dom Eddie, condescending mean Eddie that's obsessed with reader, Eddie being a sweetheart too, mentions of Ronance, sneaky sex *Steve is in the same room as it’s happening, a lot of other sexy things that I want to be a surprise, etc.

Author's Note: This was originally going to be short & sweet, but I got too into it. Oh, and make sure to comment & reblog if you liked it. It really helps and encourages me to share my writing. Enjoy! <3

There’s been a change in Eddie Munson lately that you couldn’t ignore. Ever since you started hosting Friday get togethers at your new house, Robin and Nancy being your roomates, you noticed Eddie started looking at you differently. Robin and Nancy were too busy being lovebirds to note this change in behavior, but Steve was all too perceptive. The last two times he pulled you to the side to ask if there was anything going on between you two.

"No, we're just friends. I know he's been...off lately, but it's probably nothing."

"Maybe he has a crush on you," Steve nudges your elbow with a smile, you scoff at this.

"He does not," you assure Steve, laughing it off.

"He's been doing more than just staring you know, I see the way he passes you in tight spaces and always wants to sit next to you on our movie nights. And he stares at your ASS, like constantly. You need to talk to him, because if he's making you uncomfortable I'll kick his a-"

You interrupt Steve, "Don't. I'll handle this, I'll talk to him next week on movie night. Besides, I don't really mind it that much," you shrug and cross your shoulders, trying to sound nonchalant about this admission.

The truth was you really didn't mind at all, in fact, Eddie's longing looks and lingering touches ignited something in you. It was thrilling when he did it. Two weeks ago Eddie offered to help you cook dinner, hovering over you as you stirred the pasta. Eddie had dipped his head onto your shoulder and held onto your hip pressing himself to your ass, sniffing the pot of pasta, his head lolling over to ask you if you thought it needed more garlic salt.

"I don't know, what do you think? You think it smells edible?" You couldn't concentrate with him this close, much less answer truthfully. Your head was clouded with the closeness of him, the heat from the pasta fanning both of your faces. You felt warm in more than one place.

Eddie took the spoon and had you taste test, "hmm, maybe oregano," you answered.

"Here you got a little something," Eddie used his thumb to wipe away some sauce from the corner of your mouth, then proceeded to lick his thumb. It was almost pornographic the way he did it, sucking on his thumb for a brief moment that felt like forever. In that moment all you wanted to do was ask him to put his fingers in your mouth.

Then there was the time Steve offered to take everyone to the lake, Robin and Nancy had a date night already planned so they were out. But that left you, Eddie, and Steve being the only ones going.

"So, whose the third wheel in this situation," Steve joked while driving Eddie's van to the lake, you were in the passenger seat and Eddie was in the back. Eddie seemed to be distracted doodling in his notebook, maybe he was writing something, you weren't sure.

"No one's third wheeling, god, uneven numbers don't mean shit," you say rolling your eyes at Steve.

"You say that, but someone always feels left out when there's only three. Robin and Nancy somehow even it all out, maybe it's because Robin has enough personality to fill a room and make everyone feel included, and special, you know?"

"You're just pissy because Robin couldn't come," you tell Steve, he rolls his eyes right back at you and laughs.

"No shit, she's my best friend. I guess I'm still not used to not giving her rides everywhere, ever since Nancy got a car I feel like I don't see her anymore. It blows, but hey, seeing her less means I get to see more of you. That's always a plus," Steve says, and you're never really sure if he sees you as a potential love interest or just flirts casually. Either way, it made you blush a little.

"Yeah, you think so?" You say, blushing in the passenger seat.

"I know so," Steve smirks, glancing over at you and your heart jumps a little.

Eddie pipes up from the back, "get a god damn room, jesus christ," he tries to hide the hurt in his voice. The thought of you with Steve made him jealous, even though Eddie had a crush on Steve, he couldn't help being so drawn to you.

Steve pulls into a nearby gas station, "do you guys need anything, snacks, drinks? It's on me."

"I'm good," you say.

"Cherry coke," Eddie answers, Steve nods and shuts the drivers door, leaving you and Eddie alone in silence.

Eddie's the first one to talk, of course, "why do you get the front seat and I sit in the back?"

"What, do you wanna trade or something. I don't mind," you say turning to Eddie. Eddie's wearing a white tshirt and black swim shorts, you've never really seen him this casual and it's sort of taking you aback but you try not to stare too much at the way his white tshirt is see-through enough to show his tats underneath.

"We can both sit up front, how about that," Eddie lights up with the idea.

"How does that even work," you ask, a sassy tone resonating in your voice.

"I'll show you," Eddie says climbing out of the back and opening up the passenger door, climbing in and lifting you up to place you on his between his spread legs. "See, now it's fair, we both get to sit next to King Steve."

You can't help but notice how Eddie's hands rest on your knees, drawing little circles. For once, you're speechless and little do you know, it will take a week to process what happens at the lake.

It was nightfall and the three of you had made a fire, made smores and hot dogs, telling ghost stories and drinking wine and beer. When it hit 12 am Steve refused to sleep in the van like Eddie suggested because, "If I'm going to camp, I'm going to do it the old fashioned way on the ground in my sleeping bag. Enjoy the van, I'm sleeping next to the fire."

"Good for you, Harrington," Eddie says crawling into the back of the van where he had set up an air mattress with blankets and pillows, I'm not big and strong like you."

"Goodnight, kids" Steve says playfully before cuddling up in his sleeping back next to the dying fire.

"Are you coming," Eddie asks, you're standing right outside of the van, cursing yourself for not bringing a sleeping back. Eddie stretches a hand to meet yours and you take it, hopping in the back of the van with him where he shuts the doors and it becomes increasingly clear how close you two were on the edge of the air mattress.

"Thanks, by the way," you blurt aloud, "I don't really like the idea of sleeping on the ground anyways," you hold a pillow to your chest. You're wearing your bikini from the lake swim, feeling a little self conscious from the lack of clothes.

"Do you want my shirt," Eddie asks, taking his shirt off and handing it to you.

"Sure, thanks," you start to put it over your bikini but Eddie stops you midway.

"You shouldn't sleep in wet clothes, you'll get a cold. You should probably take this off," Eddie says tugging at your bikini string, untying the top for you and tossing it to the side of the air mattress.

You scoff in flustered disbelief, Eddie speaks up again, "put it on, sweetheart," referring to his tshirt. You did so, thinking that was the end of that. But Eddie wasn't done yet, he had to make you more flustered to make up for witnessing you and Steve flirt on and off throughout the night. It was driving him fucking crazy.

"This too," Eddie pulls the string to your bikini bottoms, tossing them on the mattress and fiddling around in his bag for a pair of his boxers. You're speechless as Eddie climbs over top of you and dresses you in his blue boxers. It felt so intimate, being undressed, and then dressed in his clothes. It was exhilarating as much as it was caring. Eddie had already changed out of his swim shorts and into sweats.

"Thank you," is the first thing you can think to say to Eddie, he's hovering over you, staring at how cute you look in his clothes. He thinks he could probably get off to just seeing you in his clothes alone. The thought of jerking off over you while he stared down at your body crossed his mind, the way your face would look so cute and shocked at the vulgar act. But he pushed the thought aside and put the idea in his spank bank for later.

"Don't mention it," Eddie says laying down next to you, "you're probably cold, aren't you?"

"Well yeah, the lake was freezing," you answer and then Eddie's pulling you to his chest to keep you both warm. You two were face to face and your jaw was agape at how forward and casual he was being simultaneously, Eddie laughs quietly and touches your chin. "What, cat got your tongue? What's wrong, honey? You can tell me," Eddie says in a mocking tone, his hand grabbing your ass shamelessly. He felt this was more subtle than jerking off over your body. "We're just two friends trying to keep each other warm, don't be weird," he's smirking at you and all you can think about is kissing that smart ass smirk off his face. It didn't help he was only wearing his sweats, he knew exactly what he was doing to you. It was time you one-upped his antics with your own.

You shiver, "I'm really scared, Eddie. Do you think it's safe to sleep in the woods like this, we're basically the textbook definition of victims in slasher movies right now. Can you hold me?"

The question stopped Eddie dead in his tracks, you asking him to hold you wasn't something he saw coming. "Oh, you're scared, huh" Eddie said in a mocking tone, jutting out his bottom lip in a pouted frown. "Poor baby, you're scared of the dark, aren't you? C'mere sweetheart, I'll protect you," Eddie said with a wolfish grin spread across his face. You didn't hesitate to jump into his arms, hugging his chest and burying it there for comfort.

"Thank you, Eddie," you say breathlessly and now he decides he's fucked. You were perfect. The more this happened, the more it didn't feel like a fun little cat and mouse game anymore. Eddie's feelings for you were real, the way he felt about you made that clear. But Eddie decided to stay in character, risking telling you his feelings just felt too...vulnerable? He didn't know, he'd never quite felt this way about anyone before. It was all new to him, the feeling of never wanting to let go and risk loosing everything. He wanted you to be his everything, but he forced himself to play it safe anyways.

"You are really cold, wouldn't want you to catch hypothermia," Eddie says, hands trailing up your shirt to grope your breasts and roaming down your hips leaving a trail of fire where he touched you. It felt like your whole body was on vibrate, "has anyone ever touched you there?" Eddie's said this while he snapped your underwear to your skin and you yelped in surprise.

"Ow, Eddie. I don't know what you mean," you said, the clueless act had Eddie's head in a spiral. He didn't know if you playing the same game he was to keep this going, to keep the excitement at a high.

"What are you saying, Princess? No one's ever been here, not even Steve," Eddie says teasing you, his finger tracing your slit over your underwear.

"No, Eddie. He hasn't," you kiss his jaw, "let's just go to sleep please."

"So he's never fucking touched you at all then, don't lie to me," Eddie's voice rises and he's clearly mad over something he's only imagined.

"We've hugged, that's it," you admit, that was a half lie. You and Steve had kissed but it was experimental and you both laughed about it afterwards, meaningless flirting suited your friendship you both decided. Steve did teach you how to kiss though, he insisted upon it, he kept saying how he knew all of these tricks and taught them all to you. It was hot, but still you only saw the flirting as just the way your friendship was, it was never serious, only fun. Eddie didn't see the flirting between you and Steve as fun and carefree though, he was jealous, jealous he couldn't have you for one. And jealous he couldn't have Steve either, but soon, he decided his hormones were driving him mad and there wasn't much else to do about it besides watch you like a hawk and to always be around so nothing happened between you two.

"Liar," Eddie says gritting his teeth, his hand sliding into your underwear to play with your clit while he seethed.

"Eddie what are you doing," you say, your pussy throbbing at the mere thought of Eddie being jealous, and the feeling of him inside your underwear made you hot. Suddenly, the freezing lake's cold wrath was gone, all you could feel was fire.

"You like it though, you like making me angry. That's why I have to punish you, baby, I'm sorry," Eddie said sinking two fingers in your hole, curling just right and just deep enough to make you squirm in his grasp. Eddie's other arm held you close to him, imprisoning your body to his.

"I'm sorry," you said and kissed Eddie softly, your moth open and welcoming his tongue. Eddie moaned into your mouth and wondered how experienced your really were, you knew how to kiss, that was certain. But the way you did it so eagerly, your tongue pushing his, and the way you sucked on his bottom lip made him groan.

"You're about to be fucking sorry, don't give me that pouty lip," Eddie fucked your pussy with his fingers relentlessly, wishing it was his dick instead. "On second thought, you shouldn't even get to wear my clothes. Take them off, now."

"Eddie please, why are you being so mean. This isn't fair I'm not lying," you say, but you were and he could fucking feel it in the way you stammered.

"Did you hear me, strip. Take off my fucking clothes before I make you," Eddie said, anger in his voice. You were so turned on your pussy squeezed his fingers and he gasped, "fuck, did you just squeeze me?God, that's so fucking hot. Now be a good girl and take these off," Eddie bit his lip, completely blissed out at the way you moaned his name and how wet you were for him. It was just like heaven.

"No!" You said, "you can't make me sleep naked!"

Eddie furrowed his brows, it was clear you were a brat and needed to be bossed around to get off. "Fine, I'll do it then," Eddie rolled you onto your back and tore your clothes off, he had never been this hot and bothered before and it was overwhelming but freeing. "You're sleeping naked with me as your punishment, when you decide to be a good girl for me I'll let you wear my whole fuckin' closet." Eddie hovered above you, pinning both of your wrists with his ringed hands, staring down at your naked body. Then the idea from earlier popped into his head again, he was going to jerk off over your body he couldn't resist the idea.

"Stay like that," Eddie said pulling his sweats down so his cock sprang free. Something in you couldn't help but wish he would fuck you right then, but Eddie started jerking off instead, staring at you. His cock hitting your stomach as he pumped it in his hand. "I'm going to come on your pussy, fuck baby you look so beautiful," Eddie spread your folds open with his fingers. Rutting against your clit with the head of his cock, "touch yourself for me." You did, you moaned Eddie's name and he lost control, your pussy covered in his come.

"Fuck," Eddie exclaimed, laying down beside you, scooping you up in his arms so your ass was to his front. Eddie sank two of his fingers in your hole, playing with the come on the outside and occasionally pushing the come inside you.

The two of you curled up into a blanket the rest of the night, Eddie fell asleep with his fingers inside you. You fell asleep speechless and wanting more.

Now it was movie night at your place again, it was dark and all the lights were out as you all watched The Shining for the fifth time. Robin and Nancy went to bed early, like usual whenever Nancy had work early the next morning. Steve was passed out on the loveseat, arms crossed over his chest, sleeping like someone's father that said "I'm just resting my eyes," then fell into a deep slumber, minus the snores.

Eddie had made a point to sit close to you, draping his arm around the couch adjacent to the loveseat. When Robin and Nancy went off to bed, Eddie seemed to inch closer and closer until he was thigh to thigh with you.

"Are you cold," Eddie asked you, his arm moving to hold your waist, pulling you closer for warmth.

"Yeah, it's always really chilly in this room," you drape your leg over Eddie's thigh as casually as you can manage.

Eddie's eyes drop to your thigh, taking in the sight of your tiny pj shorts that left little to the imagination. "I can warm you up," Eddie said eagerly. You bit your lip and nodded at him.

Movie nights were like sleepovers occasionally, Eddie was dressed in only a pair of boxers like usual. It was normal, Steve wore his old basketball shorts shirtless too, it's not like Eddie was being inappropriate. He was comfortable in your home, that's the way it was supposed to be. You only wondered if having these thoughts about your best friend was also the way it was supposed to be. All you could think about was the way he was in the van, you wanted to see that side of Eddie again.

Eddie reached behind him to grab a fuzzy throw blanket and placed it over you two, his hand going back to squeeze your waist, and then your thigh, rubbing you there. His eyes were trained on the movie, trying to look distracted while his hand kept inching toward your heat. Suddenly Eddie's hand rested on your clothed pussy, his fingers curling so that you could feel his middle finger poking at your hole slightly, still unmoving to do anything else, the two of you stayed that way for a few minutes in silence, neither of you saying anything like it wasn't happening. You felt your chest rise shallowly and your hand reached inside Eddie's boxers where your hand rested on his hard cock.

Eddie took this as a chance to slip his hand inside your shorts, his middle and index fingers curled inside your pussy. Your hand moved under the covers, stroking him while you two kept your eyes fixated on the movie. But all you could think about was how Eddie's fingers were slowly fucking your underneath the blanket.

"You're so warm. Do you wanna cuddle, I need more heat," Eddie said, what he really meant was he needed more of your heat, specifically the heat between your thighs.

"Mhm," you lay down, Eddie spoons you from behind, covering you two up with the blanket and making sure Steve was still asleep.

Eddie nuzzles into your neck and kisses you, his hands reach up to cup your tits. Eddie keep one hand up your shirt, his other hand pulling your shorts off, all the sudden you feel Eddie's cock slot between your thighs. You gasp and Eddie covers your mouth and shushes you, "shh, this is the best part, sweetheart," Eddie refers to the movie while his fingers work your clit expertly. Eddie kisses your cheek and then your mouth, "need you to keep every part of me warm, hm?" Eddie whispers this into your ear, then slams his cock into your wet hole, wanting nothing more than to hear you moan with his hand over your mouth. Slow, hot, and wet strokes of Eddie's cock fills you while he keeps his hand over your mouth to keep you from waking up Steve.

"I've wanted this for so long, baby. You have no idea how long I've waited to feel this pussy, I knew you'd be ready for me. I can't seem to keep my eyes off you ever since you sat on my lap two months ago when we were playing cards. I know you didn't mean to, but you kept wiggling around. I know you felt my dick digging into your ass, that's when the secret touches started. You didn't tell anyone about that, did you?"

You shake your head no, you didn't tell Steve about the touches and when it actually started. You knew he wanted you, it was all about the back and forth game you two were playing, the secrecy. He'd touch you accidentally, and you'd do the same back, feigning innocence to keep the ongoing game more exciting. You had him on edge, waiting for the right moment to act on the desires that clouded both of your minds.

Eddie's hand still clasped over your mouth he spoke about that first night, "at first, I thought it was an accident. But once you felt my cock get hard you kept wiggling and then you, fuck- you really started humping my thigh. You rode my fucking thigh when everyone was too drunk to notice, I jerked off in your bedroom that night. Hand down my pants, I came in my own pants. I stained my underwear and left early, holding my jacket over my front. You knew exactly what you were doing, don't act so surprised that you love my cock inside you. You've been waiting for it for so long," Eddie whispered in your ear, giving you full body chills.

Eddie spoke again, "when I let go of your mouth, don't make any noise. Just do what I say, and I might go easy on you." You do what he says and turn to face him, he turns you around to face him and hikes your leg over his hip and you sink down onto him, letting Eddie fuck you as fast and hard as he wants. You can't help yourself, you smother Eddie in kisses all over his chest, neck, and end at his lips, you suck on his tongue and you can hear a deep moan come from him. The two of you go wide-eyed and glance to see Steve stirring under his covers, you and Eddie pretend you're sleeping, Eddie covering both of you up to your necks. You two close your eyes and pretend to have fallen asleep, cuddling innocently, as Steve wakes up and makes his way to the guest bedroom.

You start to move but Eddie grabs your ass with vigor and slams you back down on him, "I didn't say to move, baby. Be a good girl and don't torture me any longer, please." It's demanding, but mainly pleading of him. Eddie's desperate to keep this going for as long as possible.

"I'm not going anywhere, Eddie," you kiss his cheek and Eddie smiles at you, wide and Cheshire-like, like he's up to something.

"So you're saying you're my little cockwarmer now, guess that's better than cock-tease," he chuckles and you swat his arm. "Hey, I like you whether you're a cockwarmer or cock-tease, as long as you're near my cock we don't have a problem," Eddie laughs at his own ridiculous statement, being that he was still completely serious in all he was saying though.

"I'm going to miss our little game though, that was so exciting," you say grinding yourself on Eddie.

"I bet you do, you just love to torture me don't you, babydoll. We can play games all you want, that's fine. But the more you tease me the rougher I'm going to be, you know that though, brat," Eddie chokes you, bringing your lips to his for a passionate steamy kiss.

"Don't threaten me with a good time, babe."

#my fanfics <3 #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson smut #eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #perv!eddie munson

[kairiscorner]

Hi! Do you mind writing a hobie x gender neutral reader fic where the reader is a new recruit to the spider society and as they’re getting toured around they get introduced to hobie and he falls head over heels right then and there? The rest is up to you :)

OOOOOOO HI ANON !! omg that's really cute, OFC I'LL MAKE IT RAHHHHH

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

nobody quite like you – hobie brown x gn!spiderperson!reader

summary: hobie had never expected the new recruit to be so kickass, and he never expected for his heart and face to act so... so excited at the prospect of getting to see and be with them more and more. word count: 685

hobie had just come back from a mission, and instead of the usual scenery he's greeted to back at HQ, it's surprisingly way calmer. this could only mean one thing, 'they're tryna impress a new recruit,' he thought to himself with a smirk as he took off his mask and walked off into the lobby, where most new recruits are held prisoner at before they get to the real fun stuff.

when he gets to the lobby, he doesn't notice any new faces; it's all the same faces he's seen over and over a million times in the past already, not a lot has changed about them though, surprisingly. hobie shrugs at the change of atmosphere but lack in the change of faces in the sea of spider folks he's been seeing, that was until an anomaly broke out of its containment from the upper floors and was dashing out into the lobby in an effort to escape–oh yeah, some action's finally happening.

hobie put on his mask and swung up a few floors up to get a good look at where he can hit the anomaly at, though before he could even land a hit on it, he was greeted with a blurry figure that came out of nowhere and kicked the anomaly to the opposite side. it tumbled down with anomaly as it tried to keep it pinned down to the lobby floor. the 'it' turned out to be a 'they', a spider person, one hobie had never encountered before.

hobie looked over at what was happening, and the spider person looked back at hobie. "web this guy up!" they exclaimed as hobie did it, not because they wanted to, but because it was the most effective way to subdue this anomaly. hobie webbed the anomaly up, and soon, the guys who were tasked to bring this anomaly back into its containment came and cleaned up the mess it left behind in its wake.

the new spider person gracefully hopped down off the webbed and subdued anomaly and dusted themselves off, hobie took off his mask as he looked at them, looking around for their tour guide who disappeared in all the havoc that's been wreaked. hobie came forward and smiled up at them. "well, aren't you something." he complimented you with a chuckle as you returned the chuckle back to him. "and aren't you just... so cool, without the mask too, like, wow." they said with a smile as they took off their own mask, and in that moment, hobie felt something in him—something that felt heated and soft in him. it was a feeling that permeated in his chest, that throbbed when he met their bright gaze; oh damn, what is this ethereal feeling?

he felt a warmth creep up in his cheeks, which he tried to laugh off, but failed, and this was totally new for hobie—he never fails to look or act cool, never when he could do something about it. "ah, huh, guess i am, hmm?" he stuttered out as he leaned against the wall and felt his face get hotter and more flustered as they looked into his eyes with a curious smile. "totally." they answered him as he muttered a 'wicked' under his breath and chuckled again out of sheer embarrassment and sheepishness.

"guess your tour guide got lost in all the chaos, you're a newbie, aren't you?" he asked them as they nodded a little awkwardly. he smiled as he offered them his hand. "whaddya say to maybe skipping all the formalities and just jumping to the next universe over to kick some villains' asses? i won't tell if you won't." he promised with a smirk as they, without hesitation, took his hand and smirked back at him. "oh, you are on." they said as hobie nodded and opened a portal right then and there and looked forward to whatever the two of them would see on the other side, hoping to see them more in action and... possibly feel that wonderful, confounding, lovely feeling in his face and chest all over again.

tags !! @k4tsu3 @fiannee @luvstarrstruck @toneystank-3000 @ii01vq @maxoloqy @pixqlsin @solecitoszn

#hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x you #hobie brown x y/n #hobie brown fluff #atsv #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #atsv imagines #atsv fluff #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse fluff #spidersona

[sommerflue-22]

Hi! I just read starting over and I'm kicking my legs rn!! Anyway, I wanna request something where the hashiras are hanging out, (which is very rare, so according to Mitsuri, a hashira not coming is a no) but Mui decides to ditch them and cuddle with reader under the shade. Then the hashiras went to go find him but instead they find reader and him cuddling. Oh, they're in a secret relationship btw, so yeah, wonder how that'll go.

Thank you❤️

A/n: such a cute prompt i'm combusting >.< sorry for the long wait, i got caught up with uni stuff T^T i hope you like this :D

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Under the Cherry Blossom | Muichiro Tokito

Featuring: Muichiro Tokito, Shinobu Kocho, Mitsuri Kanroji, Obanai Iguro, mention of other Hashira

Content Warning: gn!reader, reader lives in the Butterfly Mansion, reader is a year older than Muichiro, fluff, mention of death, secret relationship

Word Count: 1.8k

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Usually, the Hashira never really got together after their meetings. They always had patrols, emergency missions to go to, or reports to write. So when Tengen's half-drunk ass suggested to Kyojuro for the Hashira to hang out, and after Kyojuro took the initiative to coordinate the whole thing ("It's a good morale booster!"), the pillars gathered for lunch. Kyojuro had reserved a private room in one of the most popular restaurants in the area.

However, Kyojuro realized that there were only eight of them.

"Wait a minute, where is Tokito?"

"Oh no!" Mitsuri exclaimed. "Is it possible that he forgot about this gathering?"

"There's no way he forgot. I wrote the details with semi-permanent marker on his hand," Shinobu said. "Though, I did see him walking to the opposite direction when we left the headquarter."

"He likes that small park nearby, doesn't he?" Obanai piped in.

"Maybe he did forget. We should go get him!" Mitsuri stood up from her seat and hurried to leave the restaurant, Obanai following closely right behind her.

༻❁༺

You closed your eyes and inhaled the spring air. The scent of cherry blossom was pleasant, and the sun was shining but not scorching hot. Such a perfect day to sit back and relax. You were lost in your thoughts, enjoying the nice weather, when a finger suddenly prodded your cheek gently.

"What's wrong, Mui?" You smiled, eyes still closed.

"Hmm," he mumbled, "You're sleeping?"

"No, I'm not. Why?" You finally opened your eyes and was immediately greeted by Muichiro's face, only a few inches away from yours.

Muichiro tilted his head and leaned back into his original position, arms around your torso and his head rested on your shoulder.

You cooed at him and caressed his cheek. It's one of your most favorite thing about Muichiro, his soft cheeks. You remember the first time he let you touch them, how you felt so warm and fuzzy all over your body.

You've always adored Muichiro ever since you first saw him in the Butterfly Mansion. You were assigned to take care of him when he came back from a mission. Every day for almost three weeks, you delivered his meals, changed his bandages, gave him his medicines. He never started a conversation, but one day you entered his room and he stared at you with wide eyes.

"You... Do I know you?"

You were aware of his memory loss, so you answered him kindly. "Yes, I always bring you food and medicines."

"...Deer."

"I'm sorry?"

"You're like a deer."

You didn't quite understand what he meant, so you just continued to give him his meds and talked about the weather outside.

Muichiro often visited the Butterfly Mansion for his check-ups with Shinobu. You weren't always around, busy doing your chores. So, you were really intrigued (as well as Shinobu) because apparently Muichiro often asked where you were. Muichiro didn't know your name so he referred you as "Deer Nurse". Everyone knew you were assigned to be Muichiro's caretaker, so they knew who he was referring to. (Shinobu ended up telling him your name, because he wouldn't stop calling you Deer Nurse).

Eventually, you started waiting for his visits. Every time he's in the Mansion, you dropped whatever chores you had and stopped by to greet him.

"Hello, Muichiro-san!" "Nice weather, isn't it, Muichiro-san?" "How did your last mission go, Muichiro-san?"

You called him Muichiro-san even though he's a year younger than you, out of respect. He didn't react much to your cheerful remarks, but he did answer them.

"Hello, (Y/N)." "It's too sunny." "Huh... I don't know..."

Sitting under the tree had been one of things you started doing after knowing Muichiro. One day you found him under a tree, sleeping as he waited for Shinobu to finish her other business. You curiously sat close next to him, muttering 'good afternoon, Muichiro-san' and accompanied him. He woke up surprised. Not only he didn't sense you coming closer in his sleep, his head was also on your shoulder. You assured him it was fine and you just wanted to keep him company. Muichiro didn't react much, but his mind was racing. He didn't understand why he wasn't aware of your presence in his sleep, why he was leaning on you, why he remembered your face, why he even remembered your name...

...why he wanted to see you every time he's in the Mansion.

Muichiro didn't understand that he was having a tiny crush on you. What started as a tiny crush began growing, getting bigger and bigger. Because you were always there for him, waiting for him with a smile, eager to tell him about things you did or learned while he's away. He didn't understand why his heart was beating fast every time you're around. He noticed those things and reported this to Shinobu.

"...I think I'm going to die."

"What made you think that way?" Shinobu asked.

"My heart races faster than it usually does... and I'm sweaty."

"Do those symptoms occur almost every day?"

"...no, only when I'm..." His eyes widened before he could finish his sentence. Shinobu quickly picked up what caused the young pillar to come to her today, despite not having a check-up appointment.

"Yes, Tokito-kun?"

"...I have to go..."

"Sure. I believe (Y/N) is hanging the laundry outside."

Muichiro didn't even bother to say anything to Shinobu, he just bolted outside her office and made his way to you.

You were hanging the last two sheets that you just washed, thinking about the next chores you were supposed to do. It had been cloudy the past few days, and you just hoped it wouldn't rain that day.

A small, slim hand grabbed your elbow and you yelped in shock.

"W-what..."

"(Y/N), I think like you."

You tilted your head to one side, Muichiro followed. "Muichiro... san?"

"Do you like me?"

Your face turned red. Did you like him? You actually asked yourself that question, again and again. Did you actually like Muichiro? If you're being honest with yourself, you did. That's why you always made time to see him whenever he's visiting the Mansion. That's also why you decided to sit next to him that one time, under the tree when he was taking a nap. However you weren't quite sure, mainly because of two things:

One, you didn't know if he's actually ready for a relationship, considering his job and his memory loss. You thought it could be quite difficult, dating Muichiro. He might not know what to do, he might even forgot that he's dating you. You weren't sure if you're patient enough for that.

Two, you didn't want to lose him. You were aware of his position as one of the pillars. You were aware of how dangerous this job was. You had witnessed many lifeless body brought to the mansion, either for autopsy or for getting cleaned up before the coffin was sent to their family's homes. You didn't want to open a coffin one day and saw the person you've loved and cherished the most lying inside it.

But staring right into his wide eyes, knowing that he meant what he said, all of your doubts and fears were washed away. Muichiro had became an important part of your life in just a few months. He remembered your name, remembered a few things about you, remembered a few things that you liked. Little did you know, he remembered more things about you than he did with anyone else.

"I... do like you."

Muichiro didn't say anything. Instead, he lift his hands, reaching out to cup your face. His eyes were still wide open as he traced his thumbs on your cheek.

"My heart... it's beating faster again."

You chuckled, "Are you happy, Muichiro-san?"

"I think so..."

You knew he probably wasn't familiar with the feeling, so you just smiled. "Can I hug you, then? My heart is also beating faster."

"Yes."

You slowly pulled him into a hug, giving him the time if he wanted to pull away. But Muichiro didn't move, he let you engulfed him in a warm embrace. You could feel his heart beating fast and so could he.

"Does this mean you're mine, (Y/N)?"

"If that's what you really want."

"I want you."

"Then, I'm yours."

"What are you thinking about?"

You snapped out of your thoughts, reminiscing the day Muichiro kind of asked you out.

"Nothing," you answered, looking down to his mint orbs. "It's been a year since you asked me out, Mui."

"Oh... really?" He hummed. "I didn't know..."

"Well, now you know." You pecked his forehead. "I'm happy you did, Mui."

"...You are?"

"Yeah, I'm happy being with you." You hugged him even tighter. "Not gonna lie, I wasn't happy when you said you want to keep our relationship a secret. But, I know that you're just trying to keep us safe."

Muichiro sighed and buried his face on your chest. "One day."

"Hmm? What was that?"

"One day we will live together."

"Ah..."

You couldn't help but imagining a brighter future. No demon, no more fighting. You could maybe get a comfortable, little house on the mountain with Muichiro. Maybe his memory would improve, maybe he'd remember your anniversary date and bought delicious food from the town nearby.

"Yeah, we'll live together."

Muichiro hummed and sighed, content with the warmth of your embrace. "I like you, (Y/N)."

"I like you too, Mui."

Maybe it's too early for the two of you to say the word "love", but it's okay. You still have a long way to go.

Unbeknownst to you and Muichiro, two figures watched from afar as the two of you held each other close under the cherry blossom. Mitsuri was covering her mouth with her hands, trying so hard to suppress a squeal. Meanwhile, Obanai stood next to her, his usually sharp eyes grew soft at the sight of you two. So young and full of love.

"Good for him." He murmured. He really hoped the two of you make it until the end.

"Iguro-san, what should we do? They're so cute... but the lunch!" Mitsuri clutched his striped haori. "Oh, but they're so precious... I think they're asleep..."

Obanai turned around and started walking away. "Let them be. I don't think the kid would want to leave, anyway."

Mitsuri finally squealed once they were far enough from the two of you. "I wanna cry, Iguro-san! They're so lovely! What are we going to say to the others, though?"

"...Just tell them we couldn't find Tokito."

"Eh?! But we did find him, though..."

"You never heard Tokito mentioning anything about his partner, right?"

"Oh, that's right..."

"He might want to keep it a secret. For their own safety."

"You're right... Oh, I hope nothing but the best for them."

Obanai nodded, "They deserve the best."

#kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny headcanons #kny imagines #kny x reader #demon slayer imagines #demon slayer x reader #reader insert #tokito muichiro #muichiro x reader #muichiro x y/n #shinobu kocho #mitsuri kanroji #obanai iguro #mitsuri x iguro

[stellamancer]

for the love of god, please don't perceive me.

barely proofread. established relationship. written with infinite loop!verse reader in mind, but can be read stand alone, especially i because i think they'd hate to be perceived too.

You roll over, turning your back to Gojo. He whines out your name but you ignore him. Dumb pricks like him do not get attention at bedtime.

Doesn't stop him from trying though.

He whimpers like a kicked puppy but you remain steadfast. You're used to these tactics of his— you can ignore them. Gojo should realize that too.

And he does, because he changes them.

You feel him scooch closer to you, the warmth rippling off his body calling to you like a siren song. It's hard, but you do not lean into him; you won't give him the satisfaction.

Then you realize Gojo has gone silent and in your experience that is never a good sign. You don't say anything. You don't budge.

Everything is completely still.

And then it's not.

Your entire body tenses up when you feel Gojo's hand at your back, sliding your shirt up as high as your stillness will allow. He cannot seriously be—

The bed groans as Gojo moves closer, his hand keeping your shirt secure as he approaches you. A shiver wracks your entire body when you feel the searing heat of his lips against your skin. You try not to move, try not to show that his actions are having an immediate effect.

He pulls away for a split second before going for another one, kissing a spot just beneath the first one. Gojo's other hand finds your waist, his fingers gripping you tightly, almost desperately, as he presses his mouth to your skin again.

With each kiss he moves lower and lower and lower still.

Your heart is beating wildly in your chest. It's so hard to stay still, but you must, you must, you must.

And then Gojo's mouth kisses the band of your pajama bottoms. He drags the hand on your waist down to your hip, fingertips dancing over the section of skin just above your pants. He traces the edge of them, before his fingers slide under to—

You can't take it any more.

You start to roll away but he's faster, grabbing you and flipping you around so that you're facing him. Gojo's legs tangle around yours as he yanks you close, arms winding around your form, trapping you in.

"Dammit!" you hiss.

"Got you now!" he gloats, cheeky, every bit of sensuality abandoned and thrown to the wayside now that he’s got you in his grasp.

Defiant, you flail around, trying to free yourself but it only results in Gojo's grip going tighter and eventually you give up and go completely still as if that'll get him to loosen his grip.

It doesn't.

"...so, how long are you gonna play dead for?" Gojo finally asks. He sounds amused, but there's something else in his tone— faint but enough to put you on edge. There's no doubt that he's planning something.

You don't want to, but you should say something; who knows what Gojo will do if you don't. Intent on feeding him some smart-ass remark, you tilt your head up only to find you've played right into his hands.

As soon as you move, so does Gojo, closing the distance between you to press his forehead to yours, angled so his lips are just hovering over yours.

You freeze. Gojo's breath is sweet, almost intoxicating, and suddenly you are at war with yourself. Instinct bids you move in closer, hungry and desperate for a taste of him, but your mind keeps you still, knowing that he's insatiable. You'd be going for just a taste but he would be consuming you whole.

"You alive in there?" he murmurs and the phantom touch of his lips makes it hard to focus. "Or do you need me to bring you back to the land of the living?"

Yes. No. Both words, both answers duke it out on the tip of your tongue and you don't know which one will come out on top.

Does it even matter? You know the real winner here will be Satoru Gojo like always.

The thought of it burns you a little. You hate letting him win and that's enough to give one side the edge it needs. "No."

He chuckles and you can tell he's not surprised in the slightest. "Oh yeah? Prove it."

You know what he's trying to get you to do, in fact he couldn't be more obvious. Truthfully, there's a part of you that wants it too—to feel his lips on yours, on you, breaths mingling as you grasp at him, fingers tangling in his hair while he tugs at your clothes, desperate for as much skin on skin contact as possible.

But there's another part of you that wants to deny him. It's the force of habit, really, the denial almost ingrained in your soul, hard-written into your body like your cursed technique. There's no reason to deny him anymore, not when you've become intimate like this and yet…

You cannot help it.

You wish you could take a third option.

(You wish you were more honest.)

There's little else you can do like this, angled and positioned for the kiss that Gojo has cornered you into. You feel his lips shift as he exhales, as if his grin is widening, as if he knows that you're realizing how inevitable the kiss is. That makes you only want to fight it more.

You just don’t know how.

“You know,” Gojo murmurs after a couple moments of silence and inaction on your part. “You’re not doing a good job at proving that you don’t need me to give you the kiss of life.”

“Shut up,” you grumble. “The fact that I’m responding should be enough for you.”

Gojo hums, making it look like he’s considering what you’ve said. You know better though, especially when he says, “...nah.”

“You are so…” you trail off as Gojo moves impossibly closer, his lips are feather light against yours and any normal person would probably consider this a kiss.

Not Gojo, though.

"So… what?" he probes. "Cool? Awesome? Irresistible?"

"None of the above."

Gojo’s arms and hands shift, his grip clearly loosening. For a split second, you consider taking the chance to see if you can free yourself from him, but you’re no fool; you know better— this is just preemptive positioning for whatever he has planned.

This is checkmate, then.

Gojo chuckles and you wonder if maybe he can read your mind as he says, his mouth hot on yours, voice a low timbre that stirs something deep in the pit of your stomach, “Guess I better prove it then.”

#satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x you #gojo x you #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #nsft #nikuniku fics #the nsft tag is mostly a precaution #nothing happens #maybe one day #but for now i will continue to do these kinds of things #infinite loop!verse

[hrdenha]

...touch me, puppy | s.jy

synopsis: The sounds of his groans made its way through your ears and echoed to the walls. Pride swells up on your chest at the fact, that the untouchable and elusive, Sim Jaeyun is now on your couch whimpering and pleading for your touches. He looks like a guy you want full control of thus, you can't blame the other girls for wanting him, after all, you also want the same thing.

pairings: shytype!sim jaeyun x softdom!reader

warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. jake's celibacy from sexual endeavors 🤭 reader and jake using her undies in some ways thus, panty kink (?) shy and soft jake. pen*tration, unpr*tective s*x, wrap it up guys!

— AUTHOR'S NOTE: this should be publish on the upcoming weekdays but it's currently our hell week and school is also kicking my ass for the last time before we go home for christmas. so, i decided to just drop this. hope y'all enjoy ❣️

"Seriously, Y/N? Do you even realize what you're saying right now?"

You hum in agreement, eyes looking straight to that man who currently sitting on the sofa. He's not looking so comfortable with how stuck he looks while an unknown girl was trying to flirt with him.

Yeji groaned, still trying to give you some 'sense'. "I mean, Jake's not bad. He got the looks, and he got the brains. He also has sense of humor..." You hummed again, now, while nodding but still, watching on what the woman was doing with your target. "That's why a lot of girls want to take him to their bed but all of them failed. Rumor has it that he's still a virgin but it didn't even take a toll on his famed career. Girls doesn't care if he is. If all, knowing his a virgin just adds fuel to the fire. I wouldn't be surprised if he thinks that that woman was just trying to strike up a conversation with him instead of flirting with him. Jake is just... He's just, umm, how do I put this nicely? Nerdy... and innocent. Yeah."

You chuckled, "And, he's cute... I like him" then, you stopped to analyze what you just said but "... yeah, I like him." You mumbled again.

Your friend took a sharp gasp, all attention in you. "Wait... You mean LIKE like? Girl, may I remind you that a whole Lee Felix is waiting for you? Are you for real?"

"I don't like Felix, though. I don't like playboys." You said in a matter-fact tone, eyeing your friend to add thickness on your claim before looking back at Jake who's now talking with the woman. His head was now gently swaying from left to right obviously rejecting the unknown woman's advances.

Even if the place was loud and somehow dimmed because of the lights, you clearly see how the woman were annoyed before it left. You also saw how Jake sighed, his body finally relaxed after the encounter. He pushed up his specs, his eyes catching yours as he did so. You smiled, not breaking the eye contact, "... I always like the innocent looking ones"

It was almost a week after the party. In Yeji's surprise, you didn't make a move not even an attempt. After the eye contact, or in Yeji's perspective — after the unknown woman left, your friend convince you to strike a conversation but jake immediately avoided your eyes and you let him. You knew he was uncomfortable, and you don't want to push that so, you let him go do his thing. Not even glancing at his way again throughout that night.

"I'm still confused. I thought you like him?"

You hummed but didn't answer. You're busy trying to open a file on your laptop but it keeps crashing until a message box appear saying that you should wait for awhile. You clicked you tongue before pushing your swivel chair to the side where Yeji was, err, you don't know what position she has but she was comfortably laying on your sofa as she waited for your answer.

"I do. I like him. I told you, he's cute"

"So, why didn't you took the change to flirt with him?"

"Do I need to?"

Yeji unbelievably scoffed, as if she wants to give up, "What— but, I thought you like him?"

You shrugged, "Yeah, because I just thought he's cute"

"Oh, so you just like him? Not LIKE like?" She ask again.

Your forehead creased, slightly tilting your head to her. You seriously don't understand what Yeji was yapping about. You like Jake because you seriously think that he's cute. You're not sure if this is just a small crush, as of now, you're also trying to figure it out.

You were about to open your mouth to answer when your laptop and Yeji's phone produced a sound. Your eyes move to the screen where a text box flashed.

"Shit..." Your laptop got a virus. Talk about being unlucky.

"What happened?"

You sighed, shaking your head "Just my beloved laptop catching a virus"

"That sucks. What about your files? You backed it up, right?"

"Fortunately. What about you?"

"Nothing, just that Mr. Baek sends the partner composition for the final project this semester. Did you get it?"

"I didn't have my phone, charging. But, who'd I got?" You casually asked, still trying to get your laptop working.

There's a moment of silence, you reasoning with your device while Yeji trying to find your name from the lists. You were about to ask again when she suddenly shrek.

"What in the world happened to you?"

"You got Jake as your partner!" Yeji exclaimed all smiles.

"I did?"

"You fucking did!" She screamed again, standing up, walking, and then putting her phone under to your face. Letting your eyes be the one to confirm the information. Talk about being lucky.

—

Yeah, you're really lucky now that the elusive Sim Jaeyun is now on your apartment. After confirming the partnership about the project, you two decided to start the project today at your house. He slowly walks to your couch, putting down his things and trying not to meet your eyes.

"You can relax there, I'll just get us some foods" Jake nervously coughed trying to blur the silence before nodding. A smile crept in your lips but you tried to tone it down. He's just so cute, you can't help it!

After spending a few minutes, you finally step out of the kitchen with tray of food in hands. Putting it down, oblivious at the set of heavy eyes throwing a lingering look on your body as you did so.

"Is it okay if we use your laptop? Mine's got a virus."

"I dont... mind. You can use it." He whispered, eyes focused directly at you. Nodding, your hands took his laptop and put it in your lap. You clicked the button and the monitor automatically lights up, displaying the password bar in the screen. You silently face the laptop to Jake who's currently sitting beside you, his slender fingers typed the password with ease before pushing down the enter.

The laptop opened but instead of the home screen, the laptop automatically displays a tab from the browser. The four walls of the room were now filled with moans from the speaker of the said device.

Jake mumbled a cursed, hands immediately taking the laptop from your lap and exiting the tab that cause a thick silence and awkwardness in between the two of you.

You look at his side, his whole face, some part of his neck and ears are now in shade of red. If he can't look straight in your eyes earlier, at this moment, you doubt Jake still know how to breath.

In an attempt to not further embarrassed him, your fingers travel on top of your lips trying to hide the curve smile that was playing on your lips, "I'll just get more water for us" You excused yourself taking the pitcher even if it was still half way full. It's the least you can do, giving him the solitude to calm himself.

When you come out for the second time, you decided to finally settle beside Jake to continue your business but to your surprise, the man immediately scoot away as if he just got burned by your presence.

You eyed him in shock which jake also did albeit, he's more on a nervous side.

What did I do? Is he that disturbed by my presence?

The silence that made its position between the four walls of living room from the very start became more palpable though you decided it was enough, "I think—" You started carefully, trying not to spook him. Heck, you're not even looking at him, just keeping your eyes in front scared that you might scare him even more. Although, you saw how jake focus his eyes on you from your peripheral. You realized that this is the second time— since he walked inside your abode, that he looked at you straight. You felt slightly pleased at the manner in which he looks at you, yet the way he averted his body played on your mind again causing you to shun the positive emotions away.

"I think, It would be better if... we just divide the tasks and work in it separately. I'm sorry for wasting your time" You repeated, loud and clear. No one said anything after that, room filled with silence once again. You were about to stand up and walk away when a hand gripped your wrist, pulling you back.

The unexpected impact made you loss your balance. And the next thing you knew, you were on top of Jake. On his lap, to be exact while both of you positioned like sitting and laying on the couch at the same time.

"I-I'm sorry..." He uttered trying to scoot away from you, again.

And before you can even think, words started pouring out of your mouth, "Do you hate me?"

Jake was stunned, his body freezing under you before meeting your eyes, "What? No!"

"Do I make you uneasy?"

He, again, shook his head before answering, "Of course not!" in a defensive voice.

"Then, why—"

"You make me nervous!" He said in large voice. "not in a bad way, though. It's always in a good way. You're just so different. You're beautiful and smart and I... I like you. I like you so so much. I like you ever since I saw you last year in freshmen orientation. I like you so much that when you look at me last week at the party, I started think about... things with you. I can't help it, its just—"

"Is that the reason why you're watching porn in the middle of the day?" You asked, cutting him off. A sly smile, that you didn't try to hide this time — is now displayed on your lips.

"I-I'm so—" You hushed him, putting your index on his lips. His pinkish, plump, and kissable lips. You sighed when his bulge starting to let its presence known under you. He's turned on.

"You sure I don't make you uncomfy?" You asked again which he immediately answered with a shake of head. "No..." He whispered, his hot breath making contact with your neck.

You stand up taking a step back and putting a distance between the two of you, just enough for your eyes to hug his presence. The action made Jake confused, in fact, his hands didn't leave your wrist even though there's a reasonable distance in between the both of you. In his eyes, a lot of emotions are playing. Disappointment... Doubt... Awe... Lust?

You silently put your hands inside your shirt, unclipping your bra before sliding the straps on your arms and finally disregarding it somewhere. Jake silently watching you, mouth slightly ajar, eyes observing your actions as your hand touched his clothed dick. After a few touches, your hands travel on his waist. He lets you unbuttoned it, taking off his underwear and pants completely causing his hardened to sprang forward.

You look at his dick in surprise. Oh! look. at. that. His face and ears weren't the only red on his body, that's for sure. It was twitching, his tip in the painful color of red, plus the precum oozing on its tip. You're not a masochist, you know how painful it is to be exposed and not touched. You knew how Jake wanted to be touched just by how his dick twitch, hips slightly buckling up when your breaths made in contact with it. He's, maybe, a 6 inch with a good thickness. You want to lick it, to touch it. You really do. His dick is so pretty. The way his pubes were cut clean tells you more about him and you don't mind spending your time with it in your mouth but not before you drop the million dollar question.

Jake watches with a heavy eyes as you climb on top of him in straddling position.

"Tell me what you want..." You can feel his dick on top of your pussy even though you're still wearing your cotton shorts. You wanted to move your hips but controlled yourself. "What do you want right now, Jake?" You ask again looking down at him, his mouth slightly open ajar as he met your eyes. "You. I want you, Y/N... please"

You smiled giving him a peck. Jake must've been expecting a different kiss from the way his lips tried to chase yours. You smiled, not yet. He groaned in response but you paid him no mind. You kneel in front of him, in front of his dick and you didn't waste your time. Your hands immediately grip it, tongue making contact on his tip which you tease wholeheartedly. Jake's moans poured out of his lips together with a curse moreover, when you finally took him inside your mouth.

With the way your tongue play with his shaft, his tip hitting your throat, and how your mouth suck the life out of him, Jake's groans and moans intensifies as well. You look up to him, eyes fluttering behind your long lashes. The man was vocal, his groans are making you wet. You can feel the heat between your legs increases in every suck you did and moans that came out of jake's mouth. Your eyes met, and you can't help but to chuckle on how fucked up he looks which by the way, send vibration to his cock. He was trying to look at you, to imprint how you suck him on the deepest part of his mind yet he can't help but to close his eyes and lose himself in the pleasure... in you.

"Shit, Y/N... yes, that— that feels good" He moaned again, "I'm gonna..." You felt his hips meeting your mouth causing you to pick up you pace. And with his last groan, he cummed. His thick and white cum flooded your senses, you swallowed it before sucking him again.

"You're so... beautiful" He mumbled breathlessly, eyes boring from the way you lick him clean. His dick was still hard and hot, even after cumming, his dick refused to soften up.

You smiled, before you crawl up to him. Jake was focused on you, on your lips to be exact. He wanted to kiss you, and you let him. You gently clash your lips with his, letting his tongue explore your caverns as you tease his cock with your hands. Jake groaned in between your make out session, tasting his own cum on your mouth did unspeakable things inside him.

"Please, I need to be inside you... please. please." He whispered as he kissed your lips, saying it like a prayer over and over again, hoping his goddess would make his wish come true. And, what can a goddess do but to answer his prayer?

With that, you straddle him again, "You mind if I'll do everything myself?" You asked which came out as a whimper when you directly felt his dick on your tight pussy after taking off your shorts and panties, before straddling him. Jake looks up as you allowed him to take in your body. To let his brain register that a woman is willingly giving her body to him. His head shook before answering a breathless 'no'.

"Tell me, jake... are you a virgin?" You asked again, kissing his checks then his lips. "No... but ever since I saw you, I stopped. It's been a year since." He sighed, eyes closed as he feels the way your sinful lips travel dow his neck, adorning it with bites.

"So, I'm the first in awhile?" He nodded again. "And, hopefully the last." You chuckled at his words. You pulled back looking down at him, your eyes took his visuals in.

Jake looks good. He always is. He looks cute with his specs on, a small amount of sweat on his forehead after the stunt you two pulled earlier. He's wearing a casual long sleeve that has a black collar. The longsleeve has a patterns of horizontal lines with an alternate color of black, white, and red. his neck was adorned with a simple yet elegant silver necklace. His hair was soft, not to mention his lips. That sinful swollen lips of his. He looks hot and irresistible. You can't blame the other girls who wanted him by themselves. You also want the same thing.

At that thought, pride swelled up on your chest. Letting yourself fall in temptation of kissing him deeply again while hips slowly thrusting to create a friction. Your hands pull up your top that perfectly hugs your curves to completely expose yourself to jake as you rub onto him.

Pulling back from the kiss, you finally lift yourself, hands gripping his shaft as his tip scratch on your folds. Letting him know how wet you are because of him.

Jake moaned, still looking at you. He won't close his eyes, he wouldn't miss this for the world. He just want to slam your body down his cock but he control himself. The fact that you're the one in charge is making him crazy.

You gently aligned his tip on your whole, allowing your wetness to naturally push him inside you. His breath hardened, groans getting fuller and louder when you finally let yourself down his cock.

You moaned, head tilting back when you felt his thickness. "You felt thicker now than earlier on my mouth. Fuck, Jake... you felt good"

His dick twitched inside you and in response, you felt your legs shaking. Jake's breath pick up it's pace, his hard breathes filling the room. "You're not going to cum, Aren't you?" He shook his head, answering a 'no' with bated breath. You hummed, smiling down to him as your hands slowly took his glasses off before putting it down on the side table.

He looks handsome, as always. And the way he looks up to you with such innocence in his eyes is turning you on even more. You pushed yourself for a kiss which he accepted gladly, allowing the both of you to be engrossed by each others tastes.

Clenching him painfully inside, jake groaned again. "Fuck... so tight" You start going up and down on his cock. Pleasure starting to build up as you did so. But then, you noticed something. He's not touching you. His hands softly and were carefully pleased on your sides as if he's scared to fully lay his hands on your body.

You took jake's palm, slowly sliding it upwards to your body and onto your breast, persuading him to hold you.

"You can touch me, it's okay..."

"I'm just shy—"

"Don't be, don't be shy. You can touch me, puppy. It's okay" You said in assurance hips continuously fucking yourself in his dick. And, he did. Jake deliciously gripped your bossom, teasing your nipples after. And to your surprise, Jake took your left breast in his mouth while the right was still on his hand. His tongue plays with your erect nipple, biting it hard enough that adds on your pleasure causing you to moan.

"I don't mind if you leave a mark. I would even gladly accept it" You whispered, chuckling on how hard he sucked your breast.

"Does it feel good?" You ask, keeping up your pace. The man under you whimper in response, and you can't help but to kiss him messy again. After a while, an idea sparks your mind.

"Let's try a new position, puppy" You immediately laid on your back, a pillow supporting your upper body as it leans on the arm rest of the couch. "Come here, and fuck me" You said again, as your legs invite him in between.

Jake got on top, kissing you again while letting you strip him his remaining clothes. You pulled his shirt up before pulling him closer to you together with his dick sliding inside as he started rutting you.

Your hand made contact with your lacey panties. Jake's still observing you and swear that he saw the mischief writing on your eyes as you push the garment up to his nose.

"Smell it if you're a good puppy, Jake." You render, trying to stabilize your voice from the bliss of his thrusts. "Are you my good puppy?" You ask again, teasingly. He obliged, sniffing it. Taking a good whiff off of it. You smell good, the fabric is soaked with your pussy's natural smell and he knew that he's addicted. Jake was turned on even more, even taking a mental note of wanting to eat you later.

You relased a breathy chuckle, and silently inserted it into Jake's neck which made his dick twitch inside. "So, you like this? I can't believe how perverted my puppy is." You teased, chuckling again as Jake's cheeks get redder. You pulled the red dainty garment down making him kiss you.

"Red really suits you, jake." After those words, you felt how his thrust becomes sharper and harder. "Ugh! Tight..." He moaned, "Fuck me, jake. Yes, please harder!"

He picked up his pace, who would've taught the elusive sim jaeyun fucking you hard with his thick, veiny, and long cock? Fuck, the pleasure was intense. You can't help but scream, basking yourself in pleasure itself. The room was filled with groans and skin slapping now more than ever.

Your walls clench him tightly at the same time you feel something building up on your lower abdomen, "Jake! Ugh, I'm gonna—! Come inside!" And, then you screamed, the same time you cum. You don't care if your neighbors can hear you. You don't fucking care. Jake continues to thrust, as you are slowly being overstimulated while he rides your orgasm.

"Shit! Y/N!" You felt another wave building up on your abdomen together with how your legs uncontrollably shake. "J-jake!" You cried, eyes keeping close at the intense pleasure. With the last curse and thrust, you came for the second time as you felt him filling you up to the brim with both his cock and cum, giving you a creampie. His thick load painted your walls as he collapsed on top of you.

"That's a good puppy..." You whispered in his ears, brushing his hair as you felt his cum slowly oozing out and down of your hole. "You're a good puppy." Mumbling the last words and a pair of lips kissing your neck was the only thing you felt before darkness got you.

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Bucky Request (1)

It's More Than Just Friends

This is a cute little request from @itsplumwriter, I messed up on this first one but I feel like it wasn't going in the way that I was wanting it to any way so let's start over. I am sorry my dear for taking so long on this but in the end I truly hope you enjoy.

You walk into something after a mission you know you wasn't supposed to so you turn to the only person who truly understands you.

Bucky X Y/N (female)

Maybe some bad words other than that no warning.

"Come on Buck, I know you're in there!" You banged on the door as loud as you dared, any louder and you would probably wake the neighbors which at this hour wouldn't be very good. "James Buchanan Barnes, if you do not open this door I'm gonna kick it in." With no answer you slide down the door and propped your head against it.

"Ya know, for someone who just spent three months away from your boyfriend and instead with me you would think that you would be there instead of here." Bucky said leaning against the railing of the stairs coming up to his landing. He was carrying Chinese food in one hand and a grocery bag in the other.

"Yeah, well, kinda hard to spend time with a guy who's balls deep in another girl, in your bed." You sighed standing up so that he could unlock his door. "I even think about you not being here. If I had known I wouldn't have been yelling like I was." He cocked his eyebrow up at you. "There is a small possibility that you may have a few complaints in the morning." You shrugged walking by him into his place.

He stood at the door as you walked in and plopped down on his couch. "Can we rewind back to the beginning of that sentence? He was what with who?"

"Balls deep, another girl. If I had to guess he probably met her at a bar, took her home, and didn't expect me to come barging in while they were, well, ya know.". You leaned over to take off your boots. That's when it hit Bucky that you still had on your gear, not changing when getting back to the compound because you had been so ready to get home.

"That doesn't surprise me." He asked walking into his room to grab you something to sleep in. This wasn't the first time you had stayed the night at his apartment because of the ass of a boyfriend. "I don't understand what you see in that guy. It feels like he's just using you Y/n."

"I get it though, I get that he probably gets lonely every time I have a mission and I'm gone weeks of not months sometimes. I'm lucky he gave me a chance-"

"That asshole is lucky you gave him a chance. If you were the one I was coming home to there's not a chance in hell I would chea-" he stopped mid sentence with his eyes wide looking at you. Your mouth dropped at the confession.

"You don't mean that Bucky, I have a lot of baggage that comes with this. You're just saying heat of the moment stuff now." You got up from the couch and walked to the door.

"Where are you going? Not back to him." Bucky almost whined.

"I think I'm just gonna stay at Nats for the night, let everything settle, clear my head." You were reaching for the door knob when Buckys hand caught your wrist turning you around.

"Don't go, stay here, with me. As long as you want. Y/n I love you, I love you so damn much but I will wait as long as you want me to." You looked up at his pleading eyes tears springing to yours. You loved Bucky more than anyone else, he opened up around you and you him. Everything you went through you went through together, he wasn't just your partner he was your best friend. "As for the baggage, we've spent more time together than we have with anyone else, I know every little article of baggage that you carry."

"Kiss me." You whispered looking into his eyes. "Kiss me right-" his lips met yours and you felt fireworks. It was needy, slow, and wanting all in one. You didn't want it to end, his lips the softest you had ever felt. Kissing him was the lifeline that you needed, every pent up emotion you had shoved to the back of your mind because you shouldn't feel that way about someone who you're supposed to work with. "I love you James Barnes. Always have." You pulled away placing both hands on his cheeks.

"Stay with me, for now till we find you an apartment here, stay with me forever, the choice is yours." He leaned in placing a kiss on your forehead.

You spent the remainder of the night curled up with him in his bed finally getting some much needed sleep. When the sun peeked through his binds causing you to stir you heard a heated argument in the living room.

"I know she's here, Barnes. Tell her I need to talk to her." You heard your ex yell.

"I didn't tell you she wasn't here, I told you that she didn't want to talk to you. I know what happened last night, you are pitiful. Going out and hooking up with some random girl. After everything she's done for you?" Bucky yelled back.

"Everything she's done for me? Like hoping on the avengers jet every chance she had with you? Going God knows where, doing God knows what? If I had to guess it probably wasn't a mission every time, probably going off just to screw you behind my back." You stormed into the room at that point heading straight for him. "She's here right now, wearing your clothes, coming out of your room. Did you have a nice little escapade last night?" There was a sound of skin hitting skin and your ex falling flat on his back with you standing over him.

"Get out Y/ex/n, I'm coming to get my stuff later and you had better not be there. You have no right coming in here, accusing us of sleeping together when you've been doing it for God only knows how long." Bucky came over and placed a hand on your shoulder trying to get you to come with him. When you finally did move he took your hand in his to examine your knuckles to see how bad they were.

"You good, doll?" He asked bringing them up to his lips to kiss them.

"Yeah," you smiled and turned back to your ex who was now holding his cheek where you had hit him. "I want you out of my apartment, and I don't want you to be at yours when I pick up my stuff." You glared at him as he nodded before walking out the door.

"Your apartment? So are we gonna be roommates now?" He laughed.

"If that's still ok with you. Besides you have a decent size guest room that I can make my own.". You laughed at his wide eyes.

"Oh, darling, if you think you're sleeping anywhere else besides my bed you're deathly wrong." He said cornering you against the back of the couch to kiss you again.

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How did we like it? I hope it was all good seeing as it was the first one I had written in.... Well.... A while. I loved every minute of it though. Thank you again @itsplumwriter for the request. I truly hope you enjoyed it.

If you have any requests, asks, prompts, anything send them my way. It may take a little bit for me to write them but I will work on them!

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Fucking RA

Group : ATEEZ

Pairing : RA!seonghwa x afab!reader

Genre : College!AU, smut

Word count : 5.5k

Warning : MDNI, dirty dirty explicit smut; dom!seonghwa, sub!reader, masturbation slight voyeurism (??), unprotected sex (don't do this irl if you don't want your cooch or peepee to clap), creampie and I really don't know what the fuck I wrote

a/n : I'VE BEEN WORKING ON THIS FOR A LONG ASS WHILE 😭😭 i told @bobateastay about this back then and i decided that maybe posting this before whoretober ends is a good idea. but then i got distracted and shit happened so i said ehh posting this before nutvember ends is fine too. mind you this is an experimental work. as in if this fic receives positive feedback and support, i might make more oneshots like this lmao

You had just arrived back to your co-ed dorms when your friend, Wooyoung suddenly barged into your room with a stupid grin on his face. "Guess what happened," he told you, sounding beyond excited.

As you placed your bag by the side of your bed, you dropped down to sit on your bed. "They're finally getting rid of extra cost for extra cups at the cafeteria?" you guessed first. Wooyoung shook his head. "They... Are changing the campus mascot?" you guessed again which caused Wooyoung to scoff, "Please, that bunny might be crusty, but it's a sex symbol," "Ewh, how?" you cringed but he didn't answer. "Come on, guess again!" he whined whilst walking towards your bed and plopping down on it as if it was his own bed. "Why can't you just tell me?" you pretended to whine back at him. He rolled his eyes at your attempt at showing how annoying he is but he talked anyways, "San finally got caught fucking by Seonghwa hyung so he's being punished as we speak!" He wheezed out happily.

You can only stare as your friend laughed hysterically on your bed. "I don't know how you can be so happy at your friend's misfortune," you sighed. It took Wooyoung a while but he stopped laughing, "It's not that it gave me happiness, but we made a bet that he wouldn't get caught by Seonghwa hyung! Out of all the RAs, he's the only one who has a stick up his butt and maybe seeing San's balls can calm him down," he said as he wiped a stray tear away from his eyes.

The man in question, Park Seonghwa, is one of the people in Wooyoung's close-knit friend group. Not so surprisingly, he's the RA. He's notorious for being a strict person, following the rules and never showing bias even with his friends. He once let Hongjoong spend the night on the lobby sofa because he came back at 3 am from working on his assignment. Sure, it might be affected by the fact that Hongjoong had accidentally kicked Seonghwa's on progress lego death star and ruined them, but the dorm has a rule where they are not allowed in after 12 am so he was just following the rules. Another incident was when Wooyoung created a commotion in the middle of the night for a stupid TikTok trend that cost him a week of helping the janitors clean the dorm toilets.

Not to mention, Park Seonghwa has this ability to bust anyone who's having sex in the dorm. It's like a super sense or something. The co-ed dorm is truly lucky to have him, but the students found it annoying. If his friends can't bribe him, their fate is worse than death when faced with the man.

Despite his strictness, you can't deny that the man is extremely hot and given the chance, you'd wanna get railed by him. The thought, of course, you kept to yourself. If any of your friends found out that you have the hots for Seonghwa, that'll be the end of you. But you realized that you are always affected by Seonghwa without him having to do anything. So to evade accidentally letting anyone know, you simply avoid Seonghwa and kept your personal interactions to a minimum or made sure that you're with other people when he's around. It might sound too much, but the system works.

You cringed at Wooyoung's comment, "I'd be concerned if seeing San's balls calm Seonghwa down," to which Wooyoung teasingly squinted his eyes at you, "That's homophobic," he joked. You only rolled your eyes and threw a pillow at his face, "Get the fuck out Wooyoung, I wanna go take a shower," you tried to shoo Wooyoung away. He raised an eyebrow and instead of moving away, he strikes a ridiculous pose on your bed, "Is that an invitation?" to add to his teasing, he winked at you. Wordlessly, you lift up the same pillow that dropped to his side as a warning that you'll hit him again. In the end, Wooyoung ran out of the room cackling happily after messing with you.

You knew that you had to be quick to secure a shower because, in less than an hour, people will start piling in. Due to a sudden change in your schedule for the week, you had the luxury of being able to show in peace with no one around. Being in a co-ed dorm means that while you don't shower with the males, they are only separated by a wall. And luckily, you've been blessed with the opportunity to shower in a completely empty communal shower room. Call it what you want, you decide it's the universe's way of rewarding you for being good.

So you quickly gather your shower caddy and a change of clothes and head to the bathroom. As you closed your door, you bumped slightly into someone and when you turned around, you saw Seonghwa staring down at you with a smile on his face. "Hey, showering?" he asked, nodding his head to the things in your hands. You looked down to see your panties on full display and you immediately tried to discreetly hide them under your shirt (but you failed). You chuckled awkwardly and nodded, "Yeah... The bathroom should be empty now so I can shower more comfortably," Seonghwa nodded slowly at your answer. Thank God he was gentlemanly enough to not mention your panties or you would've dropped dead at that very moment. "Well, have a good shower!" he waved to you before walking away.

Almost immediately after Seonghwa left you, you dashed to the bathroom that was only two doors down from across your room. You can't lose the chance of showering in peace just because you embarrassed yourself in front of Seonghwa. Sweet, sweet Seonghwa who seems to always have glossy lips, long and delicate fingers, and his damn tongue that darts out like a snake. Without you realizing it, you were clenching your thighs.

You were in such a hurry and so deep in your thoughts that you didn't even realize you hadn't brought your towel to the bathroom. Sadly, you realized this when you're already butt naked.

Cursing yourself, you immediately put on the oversized shirt on your body, neglecting your underwear because you'd only be a minute and your room's so close.

Knowing that you were in such a vulnerable state, you peeked your head first into the hallway, making sure that no one was around. Thankfully, the hallway was very empty, not a single soul can be found. Heck, you were sure not even the ghosts are roaming the floor at that moment. So you got cocky. You walked leisurely into your room, get your towel, and then walked back to the bathroom. On your way, you accidentally dropped your towel on the floor so you mindlessly bent down to get it, not caring that you were very much exposed.

As you walked into the bathroom, however, you managed to miss the person standing at the end of the hallway with wide eyes, frozen in his place.

The shower was refreshing. You took your time scrubbing the ickiness from studying (not that you sweat or anything in class, but you feel the need to rid yourself of studying), and then you washed your hair, carefully massaging the scalp that you hope can transfer to your brain as it has been forced to think hard that day.

Whilst in the shower, you couldn't help but think of your interaction with Park Seonghwa earlier. Your mind drifted off to the way he spoke to you, how his voice is melodious and smooth and thick like honey but still has an edge of command to him. Makes you wonder how he is in bed. You were pretty sure that he's dominant with maybe a daddy kink. How could he not? The man LOOKS like that. You can't really put it into words, but he feels like the embodiment of the words "daddy" and "mine". He might have a baby girl fetish too, but it might just be your wishful thinking.

Mind elsewhere, you didn't even realize that your hand had slipped down between your legs and started caressing your inner thighs. The stimulation made your mind drift from thinking about Seonghwa and his kinks to thinking about Seonghwa and his kinks. You parted your folds to feel your arousal slowly seeping out of you. The feeling made you bite down a small moan. As your fingers began circling your clit, you imagined him naked in front of you, puffs of breath leaving his pink luscious lips as he panted out your name. Your brain imagined how he would sound like when he was putting you in your place, how he wants you to do things to him. And you can only imagine how pretty his cock would look like and how big and girthy it is. You couldn't help but physically shudder at the thought. Your fingers worked quicker, chasing your high. You imagined it was Seonghwa playing with your pussy. When you slip two fingers into your hole, you imagined it to be his fingers. Though, you believed that his fingers are more experienced and it could reach the parts inside you that you'd never reach before. Just the thought of Seonghwa probably able to make you reach an earth-shattering orgasm made your knees buckle and you had to anchor yourself onto the shower wall in front of you. The warm water running down your back drove your brain into believing that Seonghwa was behind you and that was his body heat you're feeling. You began whining to yourself as you felt your climax approaching.

"Seonghwa, oh god- please, please, please, please, please, I wa- I wanna-" you couldn't even finish your sentence before your legs buckle as you finally reached your orgasm. As you slowly catch your breath, you pulled your hand from between your legs slowly. The sight of your fingers covered in your juice from the thought of (what you can only classify as) your friend made you blush. You felt guilty for thinking of him in such a way, you honestly felt like a pervert. Still ashamed, you immediately wash off your hand and continued with your shower with the image of a naked Seonghwa that your brain concocted at the back of your mind.

After (finally) finishing your shower, you came out of the bathroom feeling fresh and a lot more relaxed. Looking at yourself in the mirror outside of the shower stall as you massage your hair with your towel, you saw the way your skin glistened and you honestly feel like a goddess. You wondered, does the effect come because of the relaxing shower you just had or was it because you just had an orgasm from the thought of the hot RA?

As you were walking out of the bathroom area, you were stopped when you bumped into a hard chest. You looked up to see Seonghwa towering over you. His eyes seemed dark and intimidating and he was standing tall. It both terrified but also turned you on.

"Uh... Hi Seonghwa, wha-" you couldn't finish your question because he had already menacingly stepped forward which made you step backwards until your back hit the cold mirror of the bathroom. He caged you by putting his hands on either side of your head, making sure you can't leave. Seeing him look at you with menacing eyes and confidence made you very nervous. Had he heard you moaning? Had he heard you touching yourself while moaning his name?

"Did you know I was standing at the end of the hallway when you bent down, showcasing, or perhaps flaunting your pussy like a bitch in heat?" he asked, tongue darting out from between his lips and you could've sworn your knees buckled at the sight. Or maybe it was his VERY dirty words. "I- I- I-," your brain couldn't seem to be able to function at that moment, you don't know if it was the steam you just inhaled while you were showering or if it was because of Seonghwa. You're willing to bet it was the latter.

Seonghwa saw your state of incoherence and smirked, "Cat got your tongue now? Where was the brazen slut who roamed the hallways without underwear?" he asked as his right hand suddenly drop to caress the length of your arm before it rested on your hip. "Gotta say, I wasn't done looking at it. You were so quick to stand back up and leave, I couldn't get enough image to get myself off," at that, your eyes dropped to his crotch and that's when you finally took notice of his boner. The fabric of his jeans seemed snug and the crease only emphasized the size of his cock.

The sight of his cock straining in his jeans made you clench your thighs together as if to suppress the feeling growing between them, something that Seonghwa noticed immediately. He smirked as he grab your hand carefully and brought it to his crotch, "You feel this? This is all because of you," your knees almost buckled but thankfully he pressed on your body and his lips caught your earlobe, "I hate that a glimpse of your pussy is able to turn me on like this," you moaned out when he bit into your earlobe, your own hand automatically squeezing his clothed cock. "Tsk tsk tsk, naughty girl," he chuckled when he felt you slowly stroking and squeezing him through his pants. "Is this why you've been avoiding me? Because you know you couldn't keep your hands off me if you got the chance to?" he teased. You blushed and pouted, "Don't tease me, it's not funny," you whined. Seeing you like that made Seonghwa coo and leaned down to softly press his lips to you. "Don't worry, baby, I understand because that was always my strategy too," he confessed.

Before you could react, he had pulled you flush against him and his hands immediately went into position; one cupping the back of your head and the other holding one of your legs up so your crotches were touching. You couldn't help but moan into his mouth and began grinding onto him. Seonghwa felt how much you wanted him and he groaned into your mouth. The vibration shot down to your pussy and at that point, you just couldn't take it anymore.

You pushed away from Seonghwa slightly, confusing him. But a smirk grew on his face as he saw you slowly undressing in front of him. You didn't even care that the floor was wet and that it was soaking your clean clothes, you wanted him. One by one, each article of your clothing dropped to the floor and once you stood buck ass naked, Seonghwa immediately followed suit, taking his own shirt off and pants. But before he could pull unbutton his jeans, you dropped down to your knees and began unzipping his pants with your teeth. "Oh, you're dirty," he sighed out, voice slightly trembling from how horny he was.

Once his pants were on the floor, you were about to pull his briefs down but he tugged you up, "I really need to taste you," he breathed out and before you know it, your body had been pressed to the mirror with Seonghwa occupying the space between your legs. He lifted one of your legs up his shoulder and let out a shaky breath at the sight of your pussy in front of him. "It looks even better up close," you gasped when he started slapping your pussy a couple times. When you looked down, he was staring at your reaction with a smug grin on his face. He didn't say anything else but you could sense him getting the satisfaction he needed from the way your body jolted when he slapped your pussy or your thigh, how it squirms when the parted the lips to toy with the slickness there. "Seonghwa," you whimpered out, the sound of your voice was a little above a whisper but that was all you could muster, "Hmm?" Seonghwa replied as he began peppering kisses on your thighs. "Don't tease," you managed to choke out. He chuckled at your desperation, the vibration from his voice shooting straight at your pussy and by god, you think you could've cum just from his voice.

Thankfully, he moved to lick a fat stripe from your entrance to your clit in an antagonizingly slow pace. You've seen his tongue darting out like a snake and by god you never could have imagined that it'd feel so good. Your eyes rolled back and your head fell back to the wall, chest arched in pleasure. As Seonghwa began eating you out to his heart's content, he peered up to look at you and the sight of you in a state of bliss made his cock twitch. A moan left his mouth and the vibration shot through you to the point that your legs trembled. Seonghwa had to repositioned his hands as to not let you fall.

"Seonghwa, Seonghwa, Seonghwa," you called out, it was as if you were possessed and your mind cleared of any other words other than his name. The way you called him only proved to stir him up even more. What was slow, ravishing licks turned to hungry possessive slurps, it was as if he was trying to leave his mark on you and making a point of letting you know your puaay is his. The obnoxious wet sound of him completely devouring your pussy made you clench around nothing.

Just as you were a whiny, moaning mess, Seonghwa too was affected. Unbeknownst to you, he had pulled his cock out of his boxers and slowly stroked himself. He used his precum to lubricate his movements. His own eyes rolled back at the pleasure of tasting you and the stimulation given to his dick and the more he pleasured himself, the more he craved for you.

Seonghwa abruptly detached himself from you, making you whimper in protest. As he came back up to tower over you, you automatically wrapped a leg around his waist and your arms around his neck, seeking his touch. His exposed cock made contact with your pussy, wet from your own juice and his spit and the feeling when he made contact with you was beyond any words in existence. You began grinding onto his cock, begging for him. "Why'd you stop?" you whined, your eyes glossy with tears of frustration that began to gather and cheeks flushed from pleasure. Seeing you in that state made Seonghwa smirk in arrogance, pleased that he was able to put you in such a state. His tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip, maybe in hunger from seeing you or to taste the remnants of you left on his lips. With the appearance of his tongue, he pressed his stiff cock on you more. The heaviness of it and the pulsing tip bumping and brushing deliciously against your clit, making your breath hitch and head thrown back. He took that as a sign to dove down and mark your neck with his mouth. Teeth nipping at the sensitive skin, the sound of you so pathetically affected by him only spur him as he growled and the vibration shot from your skin down to your core. You were sure that you were leaking an embarrassing amount down there. But you couldn't care less.

"I need to be inside you," Seonghwa panted, his tongue dragging upwards from your neck to your earlobe where he let his teeth nibble on, "I need to fill you up with me," he begged, voice raspy.

Your pussy throbbed with each drag of his cock. The tip was inching slowly down to your hole at a deliberately slow pace. You hated how he was taking his damn sweet time but the torture felt so good.

Just as he was about to slip his cock in, chatters were heard from outside. Voices grew louder and louder towards the bathroom and before you know it, the front door was slammed open and in came a group of giggling girls. Seonghwa pulled you to the furthest bath stall, only closing the door slightly due to being hurried. He trapped you between his arms, back pressed on the wall as he panted over you.

"...Yeah, and I heard they weren't even trying to be discreet!" one of the girls laughed.

Both your and Seonghwa's eyes widened at that. Had you both been caught by other people?

"Please, San was asking to get caught,"

You recognized the voices as the group of girls who gossip and tattle just to cause drama as soon as your brain can work. It was hard to think straight with Seonghwa's heaving chest right in front of your face and his dick brushing against your hip.

"It was crazy that you reported him to Seonghwa though. If San ever finds out, he'll go ballistic,"

"Oh please, what can he do? He might look like a constipated cat but he's all claws no bite,"

It began to seem like they were never leaving and you couldn't ignore the fact that you're really needy. And that Seonghwa's penis is RIGHT THERE. Plus, you kinda hate the fact that Seonghwa was focusing on those girls instead of you. He might just be worried that he'll get caught, but the horniness in your brain disregarded that fact and choose to do something that can get his attention back to you.

Seonghwa's eyes widened and his head snapped to you when he felt you touching his dick. "Hwa..." you whined, batting your eyelashes at him. "Are you crazy?" he hissed lowly, "There are still people out there! They could catch us if we're too risky," he scolded. But you couldn't care less. You wrapped a leg around his hips and began grinding your naked pussy onto his dick, coating it with your arousal as you wrap your arms around his neck, lips peppering kisses all over his jawline, neck, and cheek. "(y/n)..." he warned but you could tell that his resolve was slowly breaking. You ignored him and kept grinding and kissing him, even moaning out whilst nibbling on his bottom lip to egg him further.

Suddenly the voices of the people outside fade away. Although, it could be because his mind is now fully clouded with lust, focus completely distracted with your naked body pressing onto his own. He could feel how warm your cunt is and he really wanted to know how you'd feel with him stuffing you completely full. "(y/n), you're killing me," he groaned, grabbing onto your shoulder to stop you. But his grip wasn't that strong that it would actually prevent you from moving. "Then do something about it," you smirked against his lips.

That seemed to push him just enough as he suddenly pushed you off of him. Your eyes widened and you thought you did something to piss him off. But he flipped you over, forcing you to brace yourself on the wall as he grip your hips tightly. Before you could say anything, he had spread your legs open and shoved himself in you in one swift thrust. Your body lunged forward from the sudden impact as you let out a yelp. Seonghwa clicked his tongue in disapproval at the yelp you let out and spanked you harshly on the ass. "You be quiet, we're still in a public area so we can't be too loud or else people can hear us," he said as he began thrusting slowly. Despite his warning, you couldn't help but whimper and moaned at the feeling of him stretching you out to accommodate his size. Seonghwa watched you with a satisfied smirk etched on his lips, taking pleasure in not only feeling how tight you were gripping him but also from your reaction, tics and twitches each time he moves, the sounds you make, and the way your back arched. He snickered and chuckled to himself, "But you might like that, huh? Do you like the idea of someone catching us like this? You whimpering and begging for me like a needy bitch while I have my ways with you," he then snaked a hand to your throat and pulled you back so your back hit his chest, "You're a needy, unsatisfiable whore, aren't you? Is that why you were touching yourself, moaning my name in the shower?"

Your eyes widened and immediately you snapped your head to look at him. Your shocked face was met with his cocky, smirking one. "Oh yeah, I heard you. I heard you loud and clear," he then snapped his hips up harshly, making you roll your eyes back from the sudden pleasure. The pace of his hips picked up, "Were you hoping that I'd catch you?" then you felt the hand that was on your hips snaked down between your legs all the while still keeping a firm grip on you, "Because I did catch you in the act. And I almost went in there to punish you for being so reckless after flashing your pussy in the hallway like that. But I thought I should give you the courtesy of finishing first," as he finished his sentence, he delivered a sharp smack directly on your clit. The impact made you gasp and squirm in his tight grip, "S-Seong- Seonghwa," you called out. You felt his lips kissing from the back of your ear down to your neck and back up again.

"You've had your fun, now is my turn,"

That was all the warning you got before he started slamming his cock in and out of you at a rapid pace. Seonghwa's grip on you was so tight that you couldn't even anchor yourself on the wall, it even felt possessive. So you opted to let your hands hold onto Seonghwa's instead; one on his hand that was around your throat as your other on his other one that was on your hips. Seonghwa chuckled at the realization of your attempt to anchor yourself, his lips were pressing onto your skin and the vibration from his voice made you shudder. Your position felt intimate and Seonghwa liking the way you reacted to him made you feel confident. His thrusts never slowed, and his pace was constant and powerful. "Do you feel good?" he teased, knowing just how good you were feeling from the way your body reacted but he wanted to hear it from you. He wanted verbal confirmation that he was making you feel so good. Your back arched and the movement made your hips shift a little just in time for Seonghwa to hit a new spot that made you see stars. "O- oh fuck, shit!" you yelped. Seonghwa's eyes darkened and his dick twitched inside you almost immediately. His grips shifted to secure your position and if you think his thrusts were fast before, his new pace was animalistic.

He pounded into you as if he was releasing all his anger and frustration at you. You couldn't help but feel overwhelmed at the new pleasure he was bringing you, it was almost painful but you didn't want it to stop. "Se- Seonghwa-" you called out as your knees began buckling down. Hearing you, Seonghwa slipped out of you and let go of his grip. You turned around and whined in protest at him, you didn't want the pleasure to stop. He chuckled at your neediness and reached to cup your face, "Don't worry, I'm not stopping. I'm just repositioning so you won't fall." His voice was kind and soft, a stark contrast to the things that he was doing to you before. "Still, you could've warned me," you pouted, making him chuckle and lean down to peck your lips.

It didn't take long for him to press you onto the wall with his own body. He had your left leg as high as it could around his waist to open you up to him as you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders. The new position allowed you to feel his whole hard length resting on your stomach as it rubbed against your core. You whimpered as your head fell back onto the wall, exposing your throat to Seonghwa. Seonghwa bit his bottom lip as he saw how you react to the feeling of his cock on your skin alone. "God, you're gonna make me burst," he groaned out, diving down to nip at your exposed skin.

"Seonghwa please, please, please, please I need your cock in me right now," you begged him as your hips ground with his. Thankfully, Seonghwa seemed to share the same urgency with you as he shoved himself back into you. "You felt me once and now you can't get enough of me, huh? Greedy," he teased as he began a slow pace with you. You shook your head at him, "No, more, Seonghwa! More! I want more, I need more!" Seonghwa raised an eyebrow at you and shook his head, "Your wish is my command," he simply said before returning to the previous animalistic pace he had. You were glad he changed positions because in this position, he was able to reach deeper. By now, you were a moaning mess and even with your mouth biting down on Seonghwa's shoulder, your moans were still very loud.

Despite you being loud, Seonghwa couldn't seem to care. At that moment, he was chasing his high and he was getting close. The way your walls hugged him so snugly and the way your mouth kept softly chanting out his name was turning his brain to mush. "S- shit (y/n) I'm close," Seonghwa grunted. You nodded quickly as you pulled back to look at him, "Me too, God- I- I- Seonghwa," your bottom lip quivered from the pleasure. Seonghwa captured your lips with him in a steamy kiss as he continued pleasuring you and him. His hard cock rubbed your insides so deliciously while Seonghwa's hips allowed some friction on your clit, stimulating you even more. You might not sleep around much but it was obvious that Seonghwa is the best there is. Seonghwa on the other hand felt like he was about to burst at any second. Your core was dripping so much that it allowed him to move inside you with ease. He knew that this was wrong, fucking in the co-ed dorm, but he couldn't deny the thrill and excitement of doing it. Though he knew that his excitement was not just because of the notion of doing something wrong, but it was because he was doing it with you.

Seonghwa pulled away from your lips reluctantly to draw another breath. With foreheads rested against each other, he stared into your eyes. "I'm g-gonna cum, where-" he didn't even get to finish his sentence before you cut him off, "Inside me Seonghwa, please. Make me yours." Your words made Seonghwa's cock twitch. He had never felt more aroused by anything other than you telling him to claim you as his. Your words affected him so much that he couldn't even warn you before spilling his cum inside, painting your walls white. The warmth of him filling you made you moan loudly as it triggered your own release. Your thighs shook and your left leg tightened around Seonghwa's hips.

Seonghwa watched you come down from your high slowly with chest heaving and eyes glazing. His fingers carded through your hair, comforting you as you calm down. You couldn't help but smile at his thoughtful gesture. You might not know if he used you just because you're available and he just wanted a one-time thing with you, but he definitely knew how to treat a girl right.

"You okay?" he asked, concerned. You nodded at him as you pushed his hair back with your fingers, "I feel great, honestly." he chuckled at your words but nodded in understanding, "Great because I do too." You rolled your eyes playfully at him and pushed his shoulder slightly, "Now you're just copying me."

Before he could answer you though, someone coughed, making both of your eyes widen in horror. Neither of you remembered to lock or even pay attention to the stall's door.

"Are you hypocrites done?"

Seonghwa snapped his head back but didn't move his body to cover yours. He could only grin awkwardly at the man standing in front of the stall. "Hey San, what are you doing in the women's bath area?"

Suddenly, another head popped out from the sides, making you yelp and duck to hide in Seonghwa's arms.

"Well lookie here. I guessed you didn't accept my shower invitation because you already have a shower buddy, huh, (y/n)?" Wooyoung snickered.

Now, how the fuck are you going to deal with this?

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[itjazzbicch]

Never Happened

Pairing: MKX Erron Black x Reader 

First time writing for Erron so I hope I did well! (I'm obsessed with MKX Erron so here we are lol)

Summary: Faking their death, the reader had been in hiding for a long time, only returning to Outworld because of the war between Kotal and Mileena, her motives a mystery to an old friend who discovers her and they both agree that nothing ever happened...

Warnings:  Swearing, some flirting, hinted that they used to have an intimate relationship

Word Count: 0.7k 

There was inevitably going to be a wild turn of events given Mileena and Kotal were waging war over Outworlds' thrown and what exactly was that wild turn of events?

Me.

I had to stay hidden for one more night, in an untouched forest. Given the creatures that called this forest their home, it made for a good hideout if you had the survival skills that were necessary, which I did.

Everything was going according to plan. All that was left was to weather through the night, till a specific piece of my past came back for me.

Hearing some leaves crunch, I had high ground in a tree. In the darkness, I couldn't make out who it was, but I found it strange that they made it to exactly where I had been.

It was as if we were reading each other's minds, making our presences known as I pulled out my dagger, blocking a bullet, the gun that went off giving away their identity.

"Well shit," Erron huffed at me, finding my eyes in the moonlight under my hood, "It's a ghost."

"I figured you of all people could figure out I've been alive this whole time, cowboy." A long, long time ago, I faked my death in order flee Outworld. I had only returned because of this war Mileena and Kotal had caused, but I wasn't there to choose sides as Erron assumed:

"Mileena must be pullin' every card she's got, hu-"

"Who said that I was here to aid, Mileena?"

"What are you doing here then?"

Erron and I's past was complicated to say the least, but there was always this something between us. It'd been there since the day we met and with the look in his eyes, we could both feel that it was still there.

"So many questions," I huffed, not letting my motives out and teasing him, "Can't even say hi to an old first? Also, I'd appreciate an apology for trying to kill me just now."

"But I didn't," He chuckled, swirling his gun back into its holster, "And if I wanted to, I could've."

"Yeah, right," I laughed, recalling, "Remember the first time we met, and I kicked your ass?"

"As nice as it is to catch up and all," Stepping up to me, he was done playing games, direct and stern in his tone, "I'd like to know why someone who's supposed to be dead suddenly reappears when a war is breaking out."

"I'm not here for what you think I am, Erron," Staring deep into his eyes, I wasn't going to answer him; he didn't know my extensive past, thus why I was there, instead explaining to him, "I know that you're short on time and the story would be too long to tell. So, let's just pretend this didn't happen? Hm?"

"I don't think so," His fingertips were ready at his holster again; he must've been on edge, "I don't know what happened when you 'died' but I know this shit is way too coincidental."

"I see where you're coming from," Sighing deep, this was my one last effort to try and convince him before either fighting or retreating, my hand resting against his mask to pat his cheek, "But I swear to you, I am not your enemy."

The spot he had for me started to soften up, the emotion in my eyes showing I told no lies, longing to see his face, pinching his mask and whispering softly:

"It is nice to see you again, although it's not how I imagined."

"You owe me," Revealing his face, he hadn't changed a bit since the day I met him, smiling even though he was mean mugging me, his voice dying to a growl, "If anyone knows-"

"No one will, because this never happened, remember?"

Exchanging smirks, I had to giggle because it felt like old times again, hooking an arm around his neck for a soft hug, kissing his cheek and promising in my whisper:

"When the time's right, I'll tell you everything, but for now, this never happened."

"Alright," He mumbled, fixing his mask as I began to walk away, stopping at the slap I felt on my ass, quickly turning to look at him chucking, "What? Nothing happened."

Even I had to laugh, blowing a kiss before I disappeared into the night, "You haven't changed a bit, cowboy."

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Baki boys with afab reader who had abs or just muscles

Simping hard is the short answer, but that's not what you're here for lmao.

Baki:

The first time you take your shirt off or show your muscles in any way, shape or form he almost breaks his own neck trying to get a proper look at you. He knew you were a bit more toned than Kozue, but he had no idea you were absolutely ripped.

He's got abs, he knows he does and he thinks they're pretty cool, but he doesn't really care that he has them. Yours, on the other hand? He could stare at the all day and never get tired. They're the greatest things in existence.

He'll beg you to come with him to train so he can see what you're doing that might be different than what he's doing. Do you want a spotter? There he is. Want someone to count your reps? He'll do that too! Honestly, you'll need to remind him to also work out or else he'll just watch and help you the entire time.

He'll take you to the arena once or twice and basically peacock around you so the others can see how stunning you are, you're the prettiest person out there in his eyes and nothing can change that for him, so he's going to show you off to the other fighters.

Hanayama:

He's seen a lot of muscular people, but it's different when you're dating someone that fit, because normally he doesn't care, but with you he just can't get enough. The first time he sees your arm muscles his brain stalls because hot damn bby, those are nice.

Your abs are nice, but so are his. He'll subtly compete with you to see whose abs maintain the best forms. So what if he'll subtly flex the entire time so he can win? That's the point of having abs if you can't look at them?

Try all you want, but your hands will never be as muscular as his. He's got big, thick meaty hands, and that extends up into his wrists. You try and hold his hand and it's just all muscle and tendons. He feels strong, and unfortunately for you, wheter you're amab or afab, you're never gonna be able to get to that level.

You want to go to the arena with him whenever he's going? That's fine. He's proud of you, so he doesn't mind showing you off a bit, especially to Baki or Chiharu. Those are his buddies, and them being able to see the hottie he bagged waltzing around the arena like you own the place is affirming to him.

Chiharu:

You take off your shirt once and he starts full-on licking your abs. No hesitation, no asking for permission. He sees your abs and he's on em. He's got his hands on your hips, and his tongue on your stomach.

He just??? Licks you??? All the time. He doesn't stop. Showing your shoulders off? Lick. Showing your bicep off? Lick. Abs? Lick. Lats? Lick. He's not going to stop licking you because you're just so damn tasty.

He's more than happy to help you workout. You want some weights? Sure thing baby, he has those, he can get some more for you too! You wanna go on a run! He'll book it ahead of you so the route is completely empty for you to enjoy on your own.

He knows you can take care of yourself, those muscles aren't just for show, but hot damn does he not want to put you in a situation where you might be forced to protect yourself, so going with him to the arena or to a gang related matter is off the table.

Katsumi:

YES! HELL YES! Curves? You got em. Muscle? You got em. You'll find him staring at you when you get undressed, drooling. He is looking very respectfully.

You wanna work out? He can work out. You can both workout together!! He has access to a gym, the dojo, anywhere you wanna go, whatever you wanna do, he's doing it with you.

He's gonna grab your hips and hold you close whenever there's something he doesn't like nearby. Is there a shady person around the corner of an alley? He'll hold you close and glare at him until he leaves. You're his pookie, and you might fully well be able to kick some ass, but he's going to make sure you don't have to.

You want to go to the underground arena? It'll take some convincing, but he will eventually take you, if only so you can see him fight and show off.

Jack:

Honestly, he's the most normal about it. You're buff, cool. Good on you, he is proud of you and your work, but like, he's also buff. He's fucking huge. This only means he might be a bit more open to being a bit rougher with you.

You wanna wrestle? Oh he'll wrestle. You'll see that mischievous glint in his eye only seconds before he tackles and pins you to the ground. Will he get up? No, silly, you wanted to wrestle, so you can push him off of you.

You wanna work out? That's something he'll agree with regardless. Honestly, the easiest way to bond with him is to spend time with him while he's working out if only because he does it so often. He's a fantastic gym partner.

You wanna go to the underground arena? Hell no. You're going to have to prove to him that you can protect yourself first, and even then, there are rules that he needs you to follow. He loves you, but if anything happens to you, he'll never forgive himself.

Kosho:

He's oddly quiet and pensive. He's staring straight into your soul really. You're so pretty, he can't help it. Ignoring the muscle, he finds you stunning regardless of how you look, but knowing that you're strong too? That just does something for him.

You wanna work out? He'll work out with you. You can go and bench press comfortably while he meditates in the corner and does some stretches.

He'll just randomly walk up and grab your stomach. Just full-blown wrapping his arms under yours, hands on your abs kinda grab. He likes touching you, and when it's someone else's abs, he can see why people like them so much.

You want to go to the arena? Him too babes, just give him the chance to train a bit more so he can make a comeback. He promises it won't take too long.

Kureha:

He wants to study you. Not in a creepy way or anything, he just wants to look at your muscles and really see how it compares to his own. Really, he knows the differences, but seeing it in person does something to him.

He sees your workout regime and then the next day he gets you another one, one that he said will yield maximum results, and he's not wrong, but it's a really heavy workout.

He's the type to just grab your arm and start tracing your veins. Just worked out? He's tracing all of the little raised veins in your arm up until your shoulder. He's playing with your fingers too.

You want to go to the arena? Sure, he'll swing by next time Jack's fighting and he'll bring you along. He'll just say that he's there to treat the wounds after the fight, it's the perfect cover.

Retsu:

Looking very respectfully, but he's embarrassed to admit that he's looking. It's just a body, he's got no reason to be acting like you're a fresh body of water after a draught, but it's your body and he can't help himself but think that you're just so beautiful.

He has a habit of rubbing your abs after a while. Just laying together in bed or on the couch? His hand is under your shirt, tracing up and down your abs with little nothings.

Workout plan? Done. Meal plan? Done. Meal prep? Done. Leave it all to him, he'll make sure that you have everything you need for your workouts.

A bit hesitant to let you go to the arena, but he won't stop you from joining him. He loves your company, he's just worried you'll find one of the others more suitable than him.

Doppo:

He'll poke you in one of your few soft spots and tease you a bit, but it's in a "oh, you missed a spot! Time to work on your glutes a bit more!" in that highly sarcastic tone he's used a few times.

He likes training alone, but he doesn't mind watching you workout or train when he isn't doing so. He'll bring you water, a snack, and a towel, give you a quick kiss and off he goes to start training himself.

He likes your back. He likes running his hands on your back, for a reason he can't quite understand or tell. He just thinks the softness of your skin and the hardness of your muscles contrasts so interestingly, he can't help it!

You can go to the arena if you want, why wouldn't you be able to do that? He can protect you if you need him to, and he knows you can protect yourself. The arena is a natural place to want to be in his world, and he's happy to include you in that.

#baki the grappler #baki son of ogre #baki dou #grappler baki #baki headcanons #baki hanma #hanayama kaoru #chiharu shiba #katsumi orochi #jack hanma #kosho shinogi #kureha shinogi #retsu kaioh #doppo orochi

[genshinluvr]

Little Moments with You

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader

Summary: You and the men cherish every moment with each other; while going on with your day after coming home from the Akademiya, the things that you do and say make a few men in the estate think about the little moments with you.

Note: This fic is somewhat of an example of what the mini-fics will look like when I type them out and have them posted on Tumblr and AO3. Speaking of AO3, all of my fics are officially locked aka only registered AO3 users can read my fanfics because there's, apparently, an AI scraping all of the AO3 fanfics, and I don't want my current and future works to be plagiarized by AIs and humans in general. So, if you're an unregistered AO3 reader, you're going to need to make an account to view my fanfics and other fanfics that are locked. Finals week is approaching for me, it's next week and I'm hoping I do well so I can start on a new series for you all soon :> ❤️ Anyway, I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: There's a pinch of angst in Kaveh and Al Haitham's part of the story, but it's not a major angst. It's a smidge of angst, but everything's okay! This story is 99.9% fluff and 00.1% angst.

Word Count: 9.2k

You let out a sigh after walking through the estate. It’s been a long day at the Akademiya, and all you want to do is take a shower, change into your pajamas, and sleep for who knows how long. You take your shoes off and place them on the shoe rack, taking your beret off and place your backpack down on the ground where the shoe rack is. You massage your aching shoulders and rub the back of your neck, letting out another sigh.

“You’re home!” Childe exclaims, bursting into the living room of the estate, breathing heavily. Childe looks like a mess; he is sweaty, his hair is messy, and his clothes are disheveled. Childe, in general, looks like he got into a fight with a hilichurl. 

You give Childe a look. “Yes, I am home! And you look like a mess,” you said, raising your eyebrows at Childe. Childe ignores your comment and walks to you, throwing his arms around your shoulders and burying his face into your hair, tangling his fingers into the strands of your hair. You smile and wrap your arms around his waist, rubbing his back as he sways the both of you from side to side without letting you go. 

Aether runs into the room and stops in his tracks when he sees you with Childe. You raise your eyebrows at Aether, who has a sword in his right hand. Aether follows your gaze and gives you a sheepish smile. “Childe and I were sparring. As you can see, I’m kicking his ass!” Aether smirks, letting his sword disappear in thin air before strolling toward you and Childe. 

“And what interrupted the little spar between you two?” You ask, running your fingers through Childe’s soft, sweaty hair. Your face pinches up with disgust before slowly taking your hands out from his hair, wiping your fingers on Childe’s back— which you now realize is even sweatier than his ginger hair.

Kaeya leans against the door, a small smirk on his face. “You did. Well, technically, I did because I announced that you’re finally home from school, and Childe decided to drop everything in the middle of their spar just to greet you,” Kaeya says.

You look up at Childe, who is looking down at you with the cutest (and most dramatic) pout on his face. You chuckle and pinch his cheeks. “You’re so cute!  Are you charmed by little ol’ me?” You coo, giving his hand a squeeze. Childe doesn’t answer you; instead, he brings you into a hug and buries his face into your neck. 

“Welcome home, [Y/N]. How was school today?” Dainsleif asks, walking up to you while ignoring Childe’s clingy self. 

You give Dainsleif a smile and release Childe from your hug, but he doesn’t let go of you. “Hello, Dainsleif! School is the same as usual; exhausting and makes my head hurt,” you reply. “I’m glad that I’m finally home with all of you,” You said softly, patting Childe’s back.

Diluc walks up to you and places a hand on your shoulder, giving your shoulder a comforting squeeze. “And we’re glad that you’re home from school. Why don’t you go upstairs and change out of your uniform? We can prepare something for you to eat if you’re hungry,” Diluc says.

Thoma pops up from behind Diluc’s shoulders and holds his hand up. “And by someone, he means me,” Thoma deadpans, shooting a glare at Diluc, who ignored the glare that Thoma threw his way.

Zhongli grabs Childe by the back of his shirt and yanks the tall ginger from you. “I understand that you miss [Y/N] dearly, but please let them settle in first before hounding them like an electro cicin,” Zhongli sighs, shaking his head.

You mouthed a “thank you” to Zhongli before making your way up the stairs to change out of your uniform, take a shower and change into your pajamas. You end up taking a thirty-minute shower to make sure you have scrubbed down every part and crevice of your body. You refuse to walk out of your bathroom with a speck of dirt and dust on your body, mainly when you dealt with plants and fertilizer in your botany class not too long ago. After successfully shampooing, conditioning your hair, scrubbing your body down in the shower, and changing into one of your most comfortable pajamas, you grab onto the door handle of the bathroom and walk out of the bathroom— only to walk into someone’s chest. 

“Oof!” You stumble back and look up at the person, rubbing your nose. “Itto! Care to explain why you’re standing in front of my bathroom door?” You ask, continuing to rub your nose.

Itto smiles at you and rubs the back of his neck. “Well, I wanted to be the first person you see after your shower! I was pretty disappointed when I heard that Childe was the first one to greet you when you got home from school. He’s been stealing my thunder!” Itto pouts, crossing his arms over his chest like a petulant child. 

You sigh and toss your towel into the laundry basket inside your closet. “Would cuddling with me cheer you up?” You ask, looking over at Itto. 

Itto stares at you with a pout on his face and arms still crossed over his chest. You raise your eyebrow at Itto and grab onto his hands, giving his hand a squeeze. Itto lets out a silent sigh and nods his head glumly. You nod your head and pull the oni out of your bedroom and down the stairs towards the living room. Itto plops down on the couch across from Childe, who raises his eyebrows at the oni.

You pat Itto’s head and let him pull you onto his lap, making the two of you lay on the couch. You’re the small spoon, and Itto is the big spoon. Itto wraps his arms around your waist and rests his head between your neck and shoulders, sticking his tongue out at Childe before proceeding to cuddle with you.

“Oh? I didn’t know there was a cuddling session going on,” Ayato says, entering the room with Venti and Heizou following behind. 

“Ooh! Can I join in on the cuddle session? I’ll cuddle with [Y/N] from the front!” Venti says, getting ready to approach you and Itto when Heizou lurches forward and grabs Venti by his cape. Venti looks at Heizou quizzically while Heizou shakes his head, pulling Venti back by his side.

Heizou crosses his arms over his chest. “While I’m not against you cuddling [Y/N] with Itto, judging by the look on Itto’s face, I think it’s best for you to cuddle with [Y/N] when Itto isn’t cuddling them,” Heizou whispers to Venti.

You let Itto cling to you like you’re his lifeline and the only thing that’s keeping him alive and breathing (you kind of are, technically). Gorou looks at you and Itto with amusement; the way Itto holds onto you reminds Gorou of how a child would carry a kitten and a puppy. It’s cute and also a little bit worrying.

Baizhu walks up and stares at you and Itto with his eyebrows raised up at what he’s seeing in front of him. “Is it just me, or is Itto being just as clingy as that ginger-haired Harbinger?” Baizhu asks, looking over at the men that stand beside him.

Gorou shrugs his shoulders, letting out a long sigh. “It’s Itto being Itto. He’s only this way because he was disappointed when Childe beat him at greeting [Y/N] when they got home from school,” Gorou explains to Baizhu.

With the men being clingy with you, you couldn’t help but think back to the times when you had these sweet moments with each of them. The little moments you had with them made you feel warm and squishy on the inside, your cheeks heating up to the point where you can feel them start to throb, and thinking back to these moments makes your heart race. You lay there in Itto’s arms, reminiscing on these moments. Little did you know, the men around you are doing the same thing as you are.

The one time when you and Scaramouche lay in the hammock, your back pressing up against his chest as the two of you swayed from the breeze. Your head rests on his shoulders, and your eyes are closed, basking in Scaramouche’s presence. You feel Scaramouche shift beneath you, causing you to stir and open your eyes to look up at the indigo-haired man. 

Scaramouche pauses his movement and stares back at you like a fox that would freeze up and scurry away when it spots a human. “Did I wake you up?” Scaramouche asks.

You give Scaramouche a small smile and shake your head. “No, you didn’t wake me up. I was awake the entire time,” you said, turning onto your stomach and resting your head on his chest, wrapping your arms around his slim waist.

Scaramouche hums softly and lays his head back on the pillow that is connected to the hammock. Scaramouche closes his eyes and rubs your back gently. Scaramouche feels you shift in his arms; he’s about to open his eyes when he feels you press your lips against his eyelids. Scaramouche slowly opens his eyes and looks up at you questionably. 

You smile down at him innocently before sitting on his lap, cupping his face in your hands before peppering kisses on his cute face that you love so much. Scaramouche doesn’t object to your affections. Instead, he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to him as he sits up in the hammock. 

“You’re pretty. Did you know that?” You ask softly, smiling down at Scaramouche.

Scaramouche raises his eyebrows at you. “I don’t think my beauty can be compared to yours; I believe that you’re more beautiful,” Scaramouche murmurs, smiling up at you. 

You pucker your lips and plant a big kiss on his forehead. “You’re cheesy, but I love it,” you murmur, burying your face into his neck and snuggling up against him. You crack your eyes open, and your gaze falls upon his hat on the ground, an idea popping up in your mind. You slowly lift your head from Scaramouche’s shoulders and look at Scaramouche, pointing at the hat on the floor. “Is it okay if I try it on?” You ask shyly.

Scaramouche chuckles softly and nods his head. “Go ahead,” he murmurs. A small smile appears on his face when a big smile appears on your face before you lean over to the side to grab his hat from the ground. You slowly back away from Scaramouche and put on his hat, tilting your head side to side to feel its weight on your head.

You look at Scaramouche. “How do I look?” You ask, striking a pose with the hat.

“Beautiful, as always,” Scaramouche says, grabbing onto your hand and placing a kiss on your knuckles. You grin at Scaramouche and scoot close to him, cupping his face in your hands before pressing your lips against his.

Scaramouche blinks and is brought back to reality when he hears Itto let out a loud sneeze and you groaning and whining about Itto sneezing in your face. Scaramouche looks over and sees you getting up from the couch, face scrunching up in disgust as you walk to the wooden table in the middle of the living room to grab a tissue to wipe your face. Scaramouche presses his lips into a thin line and looks away, trying his best to hold in the laughter that is making its way up his throat. 

“I’m going to have to redo my skincare routine all over again,” you whine, trotting up the stairs to your bedroom.

Kazuha chuckles and rests his head back on the loveseat, and stares up at the ceiling. Kazuha remembers a time when you dragged him and Xiao to your bedroom to do skincare with you. Xiao shakes his head at the horror that is skincare; he’s an Adeptus; he didn’t need to worry about something like skincare. But you somehow managed to convince him and Kazuha to do skincare with you. You kick your bedroom door open with a big smile on your face. 

“Xiao! I brought some company with me!” You sing happily, pulling Kazuha into your bedroom with you. On your head, pushing your baby hairs away from your face is a cloth bunny headband.

Xiao looks up from the face mask instruction and stares at Kazuha, who smiles and waves at the Adeptus. “As long as I’m not the only one that is dealing with your shenanigans,” Xiao jokes, cracking a smile when he sees you look at him with your mouth agape. You huff and pull Kazuha toward your bed, where Xiao is sitting. You make Kazuha sit down before walking over to your vanity and throwing the fuzzy cloth headband at Kazuha.

“Put this on your head so it can prevent your hair from sticking onto the masks,” you said. 

Kazuha looks over at Xiao as he puts on the headband, pushing his hair away from his face. “How long were you sitting here for?” Kazuha asks, tilting his head as he gazes at the Adeptus curiously. 

Xiao sighs and shakes his head. “Way too long, but they told me that it would make them happy if I joined in on their skincare routine,” Xiao says softly, looking over at you as you walk to the bathroom to grab skincare products from your bathroom.

You walk back into your room with a bottle and small packages, holding them up to show the two anemo users in front of you. “Which one of you wants a peel-off mask, and which one of you wants to try on a sheet mask?” You ask, holding the products out in front of the two men.

Kazuha eyed the products for a moment before looking over at Xiao, who was staring at the products cluelessly. “How about you choose for us? After all, you are the expert,” Kazuha says, smiling up at you.

You hum and think for a moment. “Peel off masks can be a little bit painful….” you trail off, ignoring the looks the two men shot in your direction. “You two will be trying sheet masks instead! They’re quite hydrating, and I think you two will like the sheet masks!” You conclude, nodding your head.

You place the products down on the bed and pause for a moment. “You two should wash your face before starting the sheet masks,” you said. The two raise their eyebrows at you as you grab their wrists and pull them to your bathroom. “Don’t worry; I’ll show you two how to do it,” you reassure Kazuha and Xiao with a smile.

Teaching Xiao and Kazuha how to cleanse their face was amusing but fun! They watch you closely as you instruct them on how to wash their face with face wash. Xiao and Kazuha soon followed suit, washing their face like how you had shown them. Xiao ended up getting cleanser in his eyes, making him curse under his breath while rapidly rinsing the cleanser off with water and wiping his face on the face towel that you handed to him.

After both Kazuha and Xiao finish washing their faces, you drag them back out into your bedroom and have the two of them sit at the end of your bed. You rip the first sheet mask packaging open and point between Xiao and Kazuha.

“Which one of you wants to go first?” You ask, pulling the wet face mask out from its packaging. 

Xiao points at Kazuha without saying a word while Kazuha holds his hand up with a small smile on his face. You smile at Kazuha and stand in front of him, tilting his head back slightly with your index and middle finger. You can see Kazuha’s cheeks gradually turning pink from your actions, but he tries to remain stoic so you wouldn’t mess up the placement of the sheet mask. 

When you place the sheet mask over Kazuha’s face, you see him wince from the sudden cold feeling that falls over his face. You giggle and make sure the mask aligns perfectly on his face without it being crooked or out of place. 

“I should’ve warned you about the mask being cold; that’s on me,” you said softly, patting Kazuha’s cheeks to let him know that you’re finished putting the sheet mask on his face.

Kazuha looks over at you curiously as you step in front of Xiao with another sheet mask packaging in your hands, tearing the top part of it off. “How long do I have to keep this mask on? Is there a specific time?” Kazuha asks, laying back on your bed and looking up at the ceiling of your bedroom. 

“It depends on what mask you have on! Let me check and see,” you said, turning to the side and grabbing the sheet mask package discarded on your bed. “Fifteen to twenty minutes! If you want to take it off immediately at the fifteen-minute mark, you can. If you want to leave it on a little bit longer, you can do that as well,” you reply.

You walk over to your trash bin and toss the package into the trash can. You walk back to Xiao and tilt his head back; Xiao stares at your face intently as you pull the soaking sheet mask out from the packaging and begin to unfold it. Xiao watches the way the serum drips down your fingers. Xiao is brought out of his thoughts when he feels the cold sheet mask touches his face. Xiao flinches back and grabs onto your wrists.

“Is the mask supposed to be this cold?” Xiao asks, narrowing his eyes at the mask that is hovering above his face. 

You nod your head. “Sheet masks are usually cold, but it’s okay! You’ll adjust to it,” you reassure him with a tiny smile. Xiao sighs and releases your wrists, letting you continue with what you’re doing. You place the sheet mask over Xiao’s face and make sure that it fits his face entirely without being crooked or out of place. “There! Now, yours is the same as Kazuha’s face mask. You can take it off after fifteen minutes or twenty minutes! It’s all up to you,” you said, walking over to the trash can and throwing the packaging away.

You walk to the bathroom and grab your silicone brush, and plop down at the vanity, popping the squeeze tube of the peel-off mask open. You begin applying the peel-off mask with an even layer, making sure that you don’t get any hairs stuck onto the peel-off mask. After successfully applying the peel-off mask, you get up from the small vanity chair and walk to the bathroom to wash your silicone brush.

You trot back into the room and smile down at both Kazuha and Xiao. “Thank you for tolerating me and my skincare routines! And for volunteering to try it out,” You said, lying down between Xiao and Kazuha. Kazuha and Xiao look over at one another over your head, knowing that they’ll do anything to make you happy— even if it means putting wet cotton sheets on their faces.

Xiao and Kazuha snap out of their daydream when they hear you stomping down the stairs, your cheek red from scrubbing your face really hard with a towel. You grumble to yourself, complaining about Itto sneezing in your face and how his spit and snot stuck to your face afterward. You stumble on the last three steps and almost fall flat on your face. Zhongli and Childe grab you by your arms to steady you while you groan and rub your ankle. Even though you didn’t twist your ankle, you did land on it, and now it’s starting to hurt. You give Childe and Zhongli’s arms a squeeze.

“Thank you for catching me. I’m okay; I just didn’t watch where I was going, and it caused me to stumble! My ankle does hurt, but it’s not to the point where I have to visit the infirmary to get it checked on,” you said, giving Childe and Zhongli a smile. “Today’s been a long day; I just got home from school, Itto sneezed in my face, and I almost broke my ankle going down the stairs! I need a good nap,” you sigh, rubbing your neck.

Albedo hums and nods his head. “Perhaps you should get some rest! I’m sure Childe and Zhongli will be happy to assist you to your bedroom so you can take a nap,” Albedo says, looking over at the Snezhnayan man and the Liyuen man. 

Childe and Zhongli look over at each other with knowing looks. It wasn’t the first time the two of them had to drag you to bed in order for you to get some sleep. The last time you slept beside them was when you drowsily dragged them to Zhongli’s room, not knowing that you were going the complete opposite of where your bedroom is located. Their favorite memory was when you woke up from your sleep, clueless as to where you were and how you ended up in Zhongli’s bedroom.

You crack your eyes open and look around the room with bleary eyes. You slowly close your eyes again and wrap your arms tighter around your body pillow. When you realize that your body pillow feels denser than it usually does, you open your eyes and look at what’s in front of you. Your arms are wrapped around someone, and your head is resting on someone’s chest; you can hear their steady heartbeat beating against their chest. You slowly look up to see amber eyes gazing down at you; the owner of the beautiful amber eyes is gently rubbing your back.

“Ah, it looks like you’re now awake, dearest. How was your sleep?” Zhongli asks softly. 

You feel heat rush to your cheeks at the sound of Zhongli’s morning voice. You cleared your throat and hugged him tighter, smushing your left cheek against his chest while snuggling up against his warmth. “I slept okay,” you said softly, yawning and rubbing your face into his side. “How did I end up in your bedroom?” You ask, lifting your head up to look around Zhongli’s bedroom.

“You dragged Childe and me to my bedroom after we discovered you in the library, passed out asleep on your textbook at two in the morning,” Zhongli answers, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you gently.

You stare at the wall and look up at Zhongli. “That would explain a lot. Although I would assume that I was going to my bedroom, seeing my current situation, I am going to assume that I was too tired to realize that my bedroom is actually your bedroom?” You said in a questioning tone.

“That’s right, snookums!” Childe says, popping up from behind you, startling you. 

You didn’t even notice that Childe was lying behind you this entire time. Childe props himself up and looks down at you with a pout on his face. Oh, no. You know that pout on his face. Childe usually has that pout on his face when you’re not giving him enough attention as you are with the other men. You slowly release Zhongli and lay on your back, looking between Childe and Zhongli tiredly. You rub your eyes and stretch your arms and legs while remaining in bed, letting out a small groan when the stretch hits the spot. 

You yawn and poke Childe’s cheeks with your pointer finger. “Why are you so pouty at this time in the morning? It’s too early to be pouty and needy,” you tease Childe, lightly pinching his cheeks while Zhongli turns on his side to wrap both of his arms around your waist, face pressing up the side of your head. 

Childe grabs onto your fingers and laces his fingers with yours, gently squeezing your hands. “I don’t like it when you give other men more attention than me! I deserve just as much attention as they do!” Childe huffs, his cheeks puffing out, reminding you of a puffer fish. 

You pat his cheeks lightly with your free hand and smile at him sleepily. “I know you do, you big baby. I woke up not too long ago, and you already want my attention,” you coo. Childe grumbles and rolls over on his side, burying his face into your neck while trying to swat Zhongli’s arms away from you, only to be unsuccessful. “You two are so clingy, but I’m not complaining,” you murmur, feeling them tighten their grasp around you.

Zhongli and Childe manage to sandwich you between their bodies, leaving little to no space between the three of you. Childe has his arms wrapped around your shoulders, while Zhongli’s arms are wrapped around your waist. Childe’s face is buried where your neck and shoulder meet, and Zhongli has his chin resting on your head. The three of you lay there in silence; a thought suddenly appears in your mind.

“Who knew that little ol’ me magically made the Geo archon and Fatui Harbinger weak in the knees,” you giggle. You feel Childe clamp his teeth down on your collarbone, making you groan and swat at his head for biting you. “No biting, Childe!” You mumble. Childe reluctantly pulls his mouth away from your collarbone and rests his head on your chest, listening to the sound of your heart beating steadily against your chest.

Childe and Zhongli snap out of their thoughts when you suddenly shoot your arm up in the air and wave it around. Childe and Zhongli look over at each other with confusion over why you’re raising your hand in the air and waving it around. You bounce in your spot and raise your hands with a big smile on your face.

“Can I help, Thoma!? I really want to learn how to cook some dishes! It’s been way too long since I’ve cooked something because of how busy I was with school,” you said.

Thoma nods his head with a smile on his face and motions for you to follow him into the kitchen. You silently cheer to yourself before following behind the blond pyro vision user. Ayato pushes himself off the wall and follows after you and Thoma, shaking his head as he prepares for what is to come.  When Ayato steps into the kitchen and sees you putting on the apron with the help of Thoma, you smile and wave at Ayato as he walks over to you and Thoma, resting his elbow on the kitchen counter. 

After getting your apron on, you walk over to the pantry and pull out a few ingredients to cook something for you and everyone to eat. Seeing you waddle around in the kitchen wearing an apron sparks something in Ayato and Thoma. You place the ingredients down on the counter and begin searching for measuring tools. 

“Oh, I found them!” You exclaim, pulling out the cat and dog-shaped measuring spoons with a big smile on your face. Ah, the measuring tools that you have bought at a marketplace in Inazuma. The very same market where you almost got scammed by a merchant right in front of Ayato and Thoma. 

You, Thoma, and Ayato stand in front of a small marketplace in Inazuma City. Your eyes scan the small trinkets in awe. The items are cute, but it wasn’t something you’re trying to find. You turn to look at Thoma and Ayato, who is standing right behind you, looking at the smallest things that are being sold at the stands. You poke both Ayato and Thoma and point to the inside of the stand.

“I’m going to look at more things to find if anything catches my eye if that’s okay with you two,” you said. 

Thoma and Ayato nod their heads, letting you know that you can go in as you please while they stand around and survey their surroundings. You walk further into the small marketplace, searching for a few items to buy and bring back to the abode. You stop in front of the kitchen supplies section of the store, and on the rack, a small cat and dog-shaped measuring tools catch your eyes.

You gasp silently, and you grab the measuring spoons, analyzing the small details that make the tool too cute to resist. You’re a sucker for cute items, even if they’re kitchen supplies. You try to search for the price, but much to your disappointment, you can’t find anything that matches the item in your hands.

“Find anything you like?” Thoma asks, walking up to you with Ayato in tow.

You nod your head and hold up the measuring spoons. “These are cute! I want to buy them just in case I cook again,” you said.

“A measuring tool for cooking,” Ayato says slowly, raising his eyebrows at you with amusement. 

You nod your head again with a smile on your face. “Yes! Plus, they’re cute! Look at them!” You said, holding the measuring spoons up to Ayato and Thoma’s faces for them to get a better look at the cooking tool in your hands.

While Ayato and Thoma are staring at the cat and dog-shaped measuring tools in your hand, you wave over at the merchant. The merchant walks over to you, Thoma, and Ayato with a perk in his step. The man looks strangely lively for some reason, but you brush that off to the side and give him a polite smile when he stops in front of you three. 

“Hello! What can I do for you three?” The merchant asks, crossing his arms over his chest as he rocks back and forth on the balls of his feet.

You show the merchant the measuring tools in your hands. “This cat and dog-shaped measuring spoons caught my eye, and I was hoping to buy it! I couldn’t find the price of the measuring spoons and was wondering if you could tell me what the price is,” You said.

“Ah, I see!” The merchant says, grabbing the measuring spoons from your hands and beginning to analyze them closely. “This would cost you about one thousand five hundred mora,” said the merchant, handing back the measuring spoon to you.

You give him a look and point at the item in your hand. “These two measuring spoons are fifteen hundred mora?!” You ask, giving the man an incredulous look. 

The merchant nods his head. “That is correct! I know it sounds preposterous, but look at the design of the measuring spoons! They are decorated differently and are not your typical measuring spoon shapes,” the Inazuman man says. 

You slowly turn to Ayato and Thoma, mouth agape and pointing down at the measuring spoons in your hands, speechless. Ayato and Thoma trade glances with each other before grabbing the item from your hand without saying a word. Thoma walks off and begins to look around the small shop without saying a word while Ayato stands next to you.

Ayato hands the item back to you and crosses his arms over his chest. “I have a hard time believing that two sets of measuring spoons would cost that much mora,” Ayato huffs, glaring at the merchant in front of you two.

The merchant lets out a huff of breath. “Well, I’m not lying at all! This is my shop, and I remember every single price of each item in my shop,” the merchant says, glaring at Ayato while crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Is that so?” You mutter, looking down at the cat and dog-shaped measuring spoons in your hands. “This item feels like it would cost around one hundred fifty mora, perhaps three hundred mora altogether,” you said to yourself. 

“And you’re correct, [Y/N], because I found the tag for the dog and cat-shaped measuring spoons,” Thoma speaks up, walking up to you, Ayato, and the merchant with a small tag in his hands.

You grab the tag from Thoma’s hands and examine the label. “It’s one hundred fifty mora each,” you said, looking up at the merchant with your eyebrows raised. 

The merchant began to stutter out excuses, his face turning bright red with embarrassment and shame. Ayato and Thoma cross their arms over their chests, glaring at the merchant while the merchant continues to sputter out apologies after getting caught red-handed. The merchant ends up giving you, Thoma, and Ayato a discount on the item after the incident, and the three of you have never come back to the store since then.

“Ow, fuck! My eyes!” Thoma and Ayato snap out of their thoughts when they hear you groan. Ayato and Thoma look over to where you’re standing, only to see you chop onions with tears running down your face. You release the onions and wipe your tears with your shirt, making sure that you don’t touch your eyes with your hands.

Tighnari peeks his head into the kitchen after hearing your groans. “While cutting onions isn’t a medical emergency, let’s take you elsewhere. After all, you’re almost done cooking. I think Thoma and Ayato can handle the rest,” Tighnari says, gesturing for you to walk to him. 

You sigh and nod your head. You look over at Ayato and Thoma; the two ruffle your hair with small, reassuring smiles on their face, letting you know that it’s okay to leave while they take care of the last step. You take your apron off with the help of Ayato before leaving the kitchen to follow Tighnari to the infirmary where Baizhu, Albedo, and Dottore are at. 

“Oh? Why’s my little butterfly crying?” Dottore asks, walking up to you and Tighnari.

You sigh and wipe the remaining tears from your cheeks. “I wasn’t crying. I was cutting onions, and the gas stung my eyes, causing me to tear up,” you said, closing your eyes and letting Tighnari and Baizhu guide you over to the examination bed.

Baizhu sighs softly, helping you up on the examination bed. “Remember how you were a frequent visitor to the infirmary?” Baizhu asks. 

You lay down on the examination bed and rub your eyes. “Don’t remind me. Not my finest moments, and you all know that,” you mumble.

“Hey, don’t rub your eyes,” Tighnari lightly bats at your hands.

You crack your eyes open and give Tighnari a weak smile. “Sorry, Tighnari, can’t help it,” you said. Albedo walks over to you and places two cool cucumbers over your eyes to ease the swelling of your eyes.

“Every time you visit the infirmary, I always assumed that something had happened. I’m glad that this visit is because you were cutting onions, and it made you tear up,” Albedo chuckles, rubbing your head while you press the cool sliced cucumbers on your eyelids. 

“We might as well wrap you up in bubble wrap to prevent you from getting injured,” Baizhu chuckles, stroking your hair.

You snort. “I would love that, but I don’t think it’ll work. Remember how you all tried that last time, and I fell down the stairs?” You ask, lifting up one cucumber to look at one of the men. 

Tighnari’s ears droop at the memory. “Don’t remind us,” Tighnari frowns, resting his head on his hands while his elbows are propped up on the table in the infirmary.

“We should’ve thought that plan out more, but we failed to do so, and you got injured because of us,” Albedo says. 

You sit up on the examination bed, the cucumber slices falling off your face and landing in your lap, bouncing to the ground. “Don’t blame yourselves! Things happen, and it’s okay! Plus, the bubble wrap broke most of my fall, and the only “injury” I sustained from my fall was a giant bump on my head,” you said. 

Dottore chuckles and shakes his head. “As if your comment is any reassuring,” Dottore snorts. “They wouldn’t stop beating themselves over that incident,” Dottore says.

You get off the examination table and pick the cucumbers off the ground before tossing them into the trash and walk over to the sink in the infirmary to wash your hands. “Well, don’t let the guilt eat you guys up! I’m fine, and I’m not mad at any of you,” you said, patting each of their heads after washing and drying your hands. 

The four of you hear a knock at the door. Pantalone stands at the entrance with a small smile on his face, his arms crossed over his abdomen. “Food is ready,” Pantalone says. His eyes land on you, and his eyes form into crescents when his smile grows. “I see that you’re doing well now,” Pantalone tilts his head to the side, “you had me worried when I saw you get escorted to the infirmary by Tighnari,” Pantalone’s smile slips off.

You wave Pantalone’s comment off. “Don’t worry about me! I was just being dramatic, and my eyes stung a lot from that damn onion,” You said, scratching your chin. “Anyway! Let’s go get something to eat now because I’m getting hungry,” you said, gesturing for the men to follow you.

“Absolutely not,” Diluc says firmly.

You stop in your tracks and look at Diluc, then at Kaeya and Venti. It’s like the three men are having some kind of a showdown in the living and dining area of the estate. Diluc looks like he’s about to burst with anger while Venti is pouting at the wine tycoon, and Kaeya has an amused look on his face. 

“Oh, come on, brother. Don’t be a killjoy now,” Kaeya chuckles, sitting down on the armrest of the couch.

Diluc raises his eyebrows at Kaeya. “I’m being a killjoy for not wanting [Y/N] to join in on your little drinking game with that bard?” Diluc asks.

“We’re going to be cautious this time, Master Diluc! You can trust us, right?” Venti asks, throwing his arm over Kaeya’s shoulder with a smile on his face. Diluc stares at Venti and Kaeya, not saying a word.

Capitano speaks up, “The last time you three had a drinking game, [Y/N] nearly passed out from how much alcohol they’ve ingested,” 

“Like what Venti has said earlier, we’ll be careful this time and not go over the limit,” Kaeya trails off. “Plus, isn’t it cute to see [Y/N] drunk?” Kaeya smiles.

You laugh nervously and scratch the back of your head, a new habit that you’re starting to form. “As much as I would love to join in on your drinking game, I think I’m going to pass this time. I had an awful hangover the next day and could barely get out of bed,” you mumble, feeling your face heat up at your lack of alcohol tolerance. 

“Maybe it’s best for you not to drink alcohol at all. While you’re old enough to drink alcohol legally, we know you don’t like to drink alcohol compared to those two drunkards,” Pierro says, approaching you from behind.

Dainsleif quickly grabs you by your wrist and gives you a small smile. He looks up at Pierro and gives him a tiny glare before pulling you to the dining room. “You should eat something,” Dainsleif says softly, pulling the chair out for you to sit. “You did have a long day at school, and I can hear your stomach rumbling just by standing next to you,” Dainsleif cracks a smile.

“Oh!” Your eyes widen. “You can hear it!?” You ask, placing both of your hands over your stomach while looking at Dainsleif with wide eyes. Dainsleif nods his head and tucks a stray hair behind your ears.

“Dainsleif’s not wrong. Tighnari and I can hear it as well,” Gorou says, sitting down beside you. “But that’s also because Tighnari and I have good hearing,” He points to his ears.

Kaveh plops down on the seat across from you. “While it’s good to keep the little abyss mage fed, I don’t think we should feed the abyss mage after midnight,” Kaveh says, smirking at you.

You stare at Kaveh with your mouth agape. “You’re going to continue to call me an abyss mage?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest.

Kaveh nods his head. “That is correct!” Kaveh smiled proudly and quickly thanked Thoma when Thoma placed the plate of food in front of him.

You look over at Al Haitham and point at Kaveh. “He just called me an abyss mage again, Al Haitham!” You frown, lightly tapping your feet on the ground. “He could’ve given me a cuter nickname, but he calls me an abyss mage instead!” You grumble, letting your hand fall onto your lap.

“Yeah! Give [Y/N] a cuter nickname, Kaveh!” Itto exclaims, sitting down next to Dainsleif and grabbing the side dishes to eat with his rice. “I call [Y/N] my onikabuto booboo bear. It’s cuter compared to whatever you came up with,” Itto says, beginning to stuff his face with rice and cooked unagi meat.

Kaveh chuckles and shakes his head. “I think the nickname abyss mage fits [Y/N]. Sometimes I have dreams of their head on an abyss mage’s body,” Kaveh snickers.

You suddenly get up from your seat and march over to where Kaveh is sitting before you begin to hit him lightly. “How dare you!” You exclaim, smacking him lightly while Kaveh is trying to dodge your sad attempts to hit him.

“I think it’s funny how it was Al Haitham and I that were the ones to bicker with each other daily, but now it’s Kaveh and [Y/N],” Cyno says, shaking his head with a faint smile on his face. 

Al Haitham sighs and glares at Kaveh and Cyno before pulling you away from Kaveh. “Kaveh annoys me as much as he annoys you, [Y/N]. Your feelings are valid,” Al Haitham says, stroking your hair. You grumble and latch yourself to Al Haitham’s side, peeking from Al Haitham’s massive biceps to stick your tongue out at Kaveh.

“Is that how Kaveh shows that he loves and cares about [Y/N]? By annoying them?” Heizou murmurs to Aether.

Aether shrugs his shoulders. “Maybe! But it’s a strange way to show that you care about someone by calling them an abyss mage, but to each their own,” Aether sighs. He sits down at the table and grabs a small plate of butter chicken.

“What do you call someone with no body and no nose?” Cyno asks, looking up from his tahchin.

Pierro raises his eyebrows. “No clue. What is the answer, Cyno?” Pierro asks, taking a sip of his drink. 

A smile appears on Cyno’s face. “Nobody knows,” Cyno replies, earning groans from the other men around him. 

Capitano leans back in his seat. “That has got to be the worst joke you have ever told us all,” Capitano comments. “But your jokes are nothing but torture for the other men, so I’ll excuse it for now,” Capitano says, rolling his sleeves up to his elbows.

Venti laughs and takes a bite out of his food. “Torture? I like Cyno’s jokes! He’s hilarious and a genius when it comes to his jokes!” Venti says, giving Cyno a big smile. 

Cyno clears his throat and gives Venti a smile, muttering a shy “thank you” to the anemo archon. Finally! Someone appreciates his jokes! Other than Nahida actually finding Cyno’s jokes funny and Tighnari tolerating Cyno’s jokes.

“Hey, remember how we lost [Y/N] in Inazuma when we first started hanging out with them without their other boyfriends tagging along?” Heizou asks, poking the dumplings in front of him with his chopsticks before devouring them.

Aether laughs nervously, ignoring the raised eyebrows the men from Sumeru are giving him. “We don’t talk about that! That’s how those Harbingers end up staying at the abode, and it took us a while to regain [Y/N]’s other boyfriends’ trust!” Aether whispers loudly to Heizou, nudging the young Tenryou detective with his elbow.

Al Haitham leans back in his seat and adjusts you on his lap. “You two will need to explain to me how you lost [Y/N] in Sumeru later,” Al Haitham says, narrowing his eyes at Aether and Heizou, who gulped and nodded their heads nervously. “Now, to answer your question about Kaveh and [Y/N]....” Al Haitham trails off, looking over at Kaveh.

“Oh? So he does show that he cares about [Y/N]?” Childe asks, his eyebrows shooting to his hairline as he sits back with his leg crossed.

Pierro lets out an amused huff of breath. “This should be interesting,” Pierro says, taking a sip of his drink while ignoring the glare that Kaveh shot in his direction.

Al Haitham and Kaveh remembered a few weeks ago, they stumbled across you leaving a classroom, looking very tense. Al Haitham and Kaveh had stopped their bickering when they saw how distraught you looked, and your hands were shaking at your side. The two men began to approach you as you were pacing back and forth, deep in your thoughts, your eyebrows knitted together with worry.

“[Y/N]?” Al Haitham speaks up, stopping in front of you.

You look up and see Al Haitham and Kaveh standing before you, gazing at you curiously. “Oh! Al Haitham and Kaveh, it’s nice to see you two here!” You said unenthusiastically. You looked out of it; something was bothering you on a deep level.

“Did something happen?” Kaveh asks, his eyes trailing over to where a familiar student walks out of the same room you previously exited from. It was Ali. Kaveh narrowed his eyes when the both of them made eye contact. Ali froze in his tracks before scurrying off, his head down and eyes focusing on the ground. How strange. Usually, when Ali sees you, he approaches you and disregards the men’s presence. For some reason, he was avoiding you and looked terrified when he and Kaveh made locked gazes. 

You give them a fake smile and shake your head. “No, nothing happened,” you lie, clearing your throat.

Al Haitham crosses his arms. “Are you sure? It doesn’t look like it was nothing,” Al Haitham says, raising an eyebrow at you.

You sigh softly and swallow the forming lump in your throat. “So, you know the research I was working tirelessly on for weeks? The one with flora and fauna of Sumeru?” You ask softly, your gaze falling to the ground.

Kaveh tilts his head to the side. “The one where you conduct research on how well the plants and flowers survive and thrive on another region’s soil?” Kaveh asks. You nod your head at Kaveh’s question. 

“I… submitted in my research report a few days ago and….” You trailed off, pressing your lips together, and clench your hands into tight fists. “I found out just now that someone had plagiarized my research report,” you choked. Al Haitham’s story time ends up being interrupted by everyone at the dining table with their loud exclamations. 

“What?!” Itto exclaims, breaking you out of your thoughts.

Tighnari’s eyes widen, “Someone plagiarized your report?!”

Cyno sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Those two took it right out of my mouth, but continue your story, please,” Cyno says. Al Haitham clears his throat before continuing where he had left off. 

“Do you know who it is?” Al Haitham demands, his eyebrows pinching up with anger.

You slowly nod your head. “Professor Safar told me that my report is eerily similar to Ali’s research report. Which I found strange because his report was supposedly about combining plants of different regions to make a hybrid plant of some sort,” you explained. You took your beret off and began scratching at your scalp with frustration and anger.

“That motherfucker,” Kaveh whispers, his head whipping around to search for the academic twerp that had the audacity to plagiarize the report you had worked so hard on. 

“And because there’s no way for me to prove that I wasn’t the one that plagiarized, I’m at a really high risk of getting kicked out of the Akademiya all because someone copied my report word for word and claimed it as theirs,” You whisper. Tears pooled around your eyes before cascading down your cheeks, your body trembling with cries.

“We’ll prove your innocence,” Al Haitham says, pulling you into his arms as you cry into his chest, grabbing his shirt tightly. “Let me speak to your professor, and we’ll conduct an investigation and interrogate Ali. We know you’re not the one that plagiarized; Ali is in the wrong, and he’s the one that should be at risk of getting kicked out of the Akademiya, not you,” Al Haitham says, wiping your tears away.

“All of my hard work went down the drain,” you cried, burying your face into Al Haitham’s chest. “I put so much time and effort into my research, only for someone like Ali to steal every piece of my research and slap his name on it.”

Kaveh places a hand on your shoulder and turns you around to face him, wiping your tears away with his thumb. “We won’t let him get away with it. You have plenty of people to prove your innocence, unlike Ali. At the end of the day, it’s him that will be expelled from the Akademiya for plagiarism, not you,” Kaveh reassures you. You stare up at Kaveh with tears blurring your vision, slowly making their way down your cheeks. Kaveh sighs softly and pulls you into his arms, letting you bury your face into his chest, wetting his chest and his white open-chest shirt.

Al Haitham ends up excusing himself to speak with your professor while Kaveh pulls you outside of the building to distract you from your situation. Kaveh sits you down on a chair and holds his hands out in front of him. You slowly hand him your beret. Kaveh fixes your disheveled hair before placing the beret on your head, adjusting it so it wouldn’t look strange or slip off your head if the wind blows. 

“You’ll be okay, alright? Al Haitham and I will make sure that you won’t get kicked out of the Akademiya over false plagiarism claims,” Kaveh murmurs, sitting down beside you. You nod your head and rest your head on Kaveh’s shoulders, looping your left arm over his right arm. Kaveh grabs your hand and interlocks your finger with his, pressing a gentle kiss on your head while whispering comforting words into your ears. 

“This is news to us.” Dainsleif’s voice brought Al Haitham and Kaveh out of their thoughts. You look over at Dainsleif, who has his arms over his chest.

Aether nods his head. “Yeah! Why didn’t you three tell us about that situation!? We could’ve gotten it handled in no time,” Aether says, frowning at you, Al Haitham, and Kaveh. 

Heizou shrugs his shoulders. “They probably had it solved and didn’t need to tell us about it after,” Heizou says, reaching for his teacup.

“You didn’t get expelled, did you?” Zhongli asks, looking at you worriedly.

You shake your head. “I didn’t get expelled, thanks to Al Haitham and Kaveh. They were able to provide solid evidence to prove my innocence, and Ali got expelled from the Akademiya for academic dishonesty,” you answer. 

Diluc sighs and nods his head, both of his hands cupping the mug in his hands. “That’s a relief,” Diluc says softly, bringing the cup up to his lips and taking a sip from it.

“I’m confused. Did Ali frame you or falsely accuse you of plagiarism?” Xiao asks, looking at you quizzically, leaning back in his seat with his arms over his chest.

You shake your head. “He didn’t falsely accuse me of plagiarism. What he did was turn “his” report in before I did. The only reason Al Haitham and Kaveh could prove my innocence was by providing photographic evidence of me doing my research. They even had to dig into the trash bin in the estate’s library to find the previous drafts that I threw away,” you said.

“Wow, so that brooding blond does care about you,” Scaramouche comments, staring at Kaveh with a blank look on his face. 

Kaveh scoffs and rolls his eyes. “I do care about them. Just because I call them an abyss mage and we bicker from time to time doesn’t make me care less about them,” Kaveh says. 

You smile shyly and reach over to Kaveh’s face, lightly squeezing his cheek. Kaveh sighs and lets you continue to pinch his cheeks while he sulks beside Al Haitham. You get off of Al Haitham’s lap and go back to where you previously sat to finish your food. After everyone finished dinner, everyone went to the living room and sat on the couches, loveseats, and sofas, letting their food digest. You’re snuggled up between Zhongli and Venti, head on Zhongli’s chest and legs sprawled over Venti’s legs; you’re on the verge of falling asleep.

“Are you falling asleep?” Venti whispers, lightly poking your tummy. 

You nod your head and bury your face into Zhongli’s chest before you rub your eyes with your fist. “I am; I think the day is finally catching on to me,” you mumble, slowly sitting up and stretching your arms in the air with a groan. 

“If you’re tired, we can take you to your room,” Capitano offers.

Dottore looks over at Capitano with a surprised look on his face. “Oh? The Captian is being nice? What a shocker!” Dottore gasps, earning a smack on the back of his head from Capitano. 

You shake your head. “No, no, it’s okay! I don’t want it to end up like last time where I trapped you and Pierro in my bed, mistaking both of you for my body pillows,” you said.

Pierro chuckles. “It’s not like it bothered us,” Pierro says, ignoring the looks that Scaramouche and Childe were giving him.

“You should get some rest if you’re tired, butterfly,” Pantalone says softly. 

You plop back down on Zhongli’s chest and snuggle up against him. “If I take a nap now, I won’t be able to sleep tonight!” You protest, wrapping your arms around Zhongli’s waist and rubbing your face into his chest, fighting back a yawn while Zhongli rubs your back.

“If you are tired, you should take a nap. We’ll wake you up after two hours; how about that?” Thoma asks, tilting his head to the side as he gazes at you curiously.

“I’ll be okay; I think I can nap here. Plus, Zhongli is really comfortable, and Venti is giving me a leg massage, and it’s making me not want to get up at all,” you mumble, your eyelids getting heavier and heavier. 

Kazuha chuckles and shakes his head, watching you slowly drift off to sleep on Zhongli’s chest, your mouth slightly agape. With all the time in Teyvat these men have with you, it’s the little moments that they’ll cherish the most. Whether it’s cooking food with you, doing the smallest things to see your eyes light up, or watching you fall asleep in their presence, every moment spent with you is a precious memory to reminisce every day.

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Hidan x Reader x Kisame Love Triangle Headcanons

Tags/Warnings: No Reader Pronouns, Vulgar Comments, Boundary Pushing

𓆃 Insufferable and quite dangerous, too! While there are most definitely insufferable and dangerous dynamics to beware of— especially with two members of the Akatsuki fighting over you— being stuck between Hidan and Kisame is probably one of the most dangerous dynamics.

𓆃 Bless your soul, because both are unbearably pushy and quick to a make altercations physical with little regard for their surroundings.

𓆃 The real factor to be aware of is Hidan's temper. While Kisame may be around for a good time, he's also an instigator, and with Hidan's hairpin temper, their feud will be as traditional and blatant as a love triangle gets.

𓆃 Make no mistake, both men are going to make their interest in you very obvious and very explicit.

𓆃 Hidan is far more blatant with his flirting, stating exactly what he wants and what he likes. Hidan isn't above commenting on your physical appearance. Everything is fair game and he doesn't care about your environment or anyone who may hear in the slightest.

𓆃 Telling him to stop will make him confused, because he doesn't find anything wrong with what he's saying and will insist that, "Ya know, there are some real sickos out there with no self restraint. Some real perverts" before making a vulgar comment in the same breath.

𓆃 "What's wrong with me sayin' I like your ass? It's a nice ass; what am I supposed to say? I like other things too if that's the problem. I can go into detail. Want me to go into detail?" No matter the answer, he has already started going into detail.

𓆃 He's also surprisingly particular on a certain level, laying out the kind of relationship he wants with you, what he expects from you, and what you can expect from him.

𓆃 Which, might be mistaken for intelligent thought if it weren't for the fact that his terms are stupid and change constantly.

𓆃 He wants monogamy, but if he thinks someone else is hot, he doesn't want you to be mad if he has a relationship or relations with other people. But he doesn't want you to... unless he also thinks that person is attractive in which case he wants to— wait no, scratch that, monogamy—

𓆃 Oh, and he wants a homebody, but he doesn't want to do mission work any more so you'll have to take a good amount of high-class shinobi missions. But he doesn't actually know what a homebody does of what that is, so—

𓆃 Kisame is a bit more subtle and one to poke at you and tease you. He likes getting a reaction, no matter if it's positive or negative. And while he'd prefer it from you, he's not above getting his kicks from the people around you (Hidan).

𓆃 Hidan, on the other hand, is completely oblivious to Kisame's mental games and will respond accordingly.

𓆃 It feels like Kisame is always trying to lure you into something. Whether it's just a verbal blunder or a literal "how about we take a walk... I don't think anyone will notice" he's always got something up his sleeve.

𓆃 "No"s are met with prying before he eventually gives in with a hearty laugh which makes you wonder if he was ever serious to begin with.

𓆃 "What? You don't like nature? Afraid I'm gonna get ya?" he'll laugh.

𓆃 He likes to phrase his pushing of your boundaries as teasing questions, a favorite being, "What? You're too good to have friends?"

𓆃 Yes, Kisame loves to insist that you're friends. All the time, and that's practically his excuse to seek you out for fist bumps, conversation, and sparring.

𓆃 You think he just wants your attention and your time, but it's up to you to determine how sinister he's feeling on any given day. It's less that he wants to hurt you specifically and more the fact that Kisame plays rough.

𓆃 And if you can't handle that, well, then Kisame supposes you weren't the one after all.

𓆃 He also seems to always have you on lock as Kisame likes to keep track of you visually whenever you're in the same vicinity. Although, Kisame doesn't try to be so blatantly near you all the time.

𓆃 He isn't "desperate" like some "other Akatsuki members."

𓆃 Hidan, on the other hand, likes your attention to feel recognized rather than more playful reasons. Kisame does not need your approval or validation, which can be one of the more refreshing aspects of your relationship.

𓆃 Unfortunately, Kisame is too smart to be distracted. While Hidan is very easy to distract, you can often find yourself stuck in between misdirecting Hidan and avoiding Kisame.

𓆃 If you can pull it off, you might be able to pit them against each other. Kisame wants a fight and Hidan can be riled up enough to engage, but too much of this can easily land you in hotter water.

𓆃 Sending Hidan out on random tasks and staying assertive with Kisame might be your best bet for survival... you know, until you figure out what you actually want to do...

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[amostimprobabledream]

Stardust in my eyes (Homelander x Reader)

Also available on Ao3: stardust in my eyes - UnluckyAmulet - The Boys (TV 2019) [Archive of Our Own]

Sometimes, working for Vought just gets to be too goddamn much. Which is why that fateful day, you and a couple of friends had gone to get lunch and in the corner of the canteen for worker bee drones, things went from gossiping about random drama between colleagues to playing an oldie but goldie. You and your friend Claire had been playing Smash or Pass for the past ten minutes and you'd gone through damn nearly every person you knew at work. Obviously, it was all good fun, and you were being careful not to be too loud about it, but as you picked at your lunch, Claire decided to up the ante a bit. Now, it was Smash or Pass: Supe edition. Specifically, you were talking about the Seven. You’d already done A-train and Starlight, both of which you’d said Pass to, while Claire said Smash to both. "Okay, so how about...The Deep?" she said. You made a face. "Ew. Pass." "How come?" "Firstly, he smells of fish.” You say, slurping on your drink. “Like, constantly. Secondly, I heard a rumour he made an intern cry because he was rubbing his crotch against her ass on the elevator ride up, so yeah, no. If I wanted a fucking creep, I could go to any dive bar in the city." “Ew, I didn’t know that last thing.” Claire says, making a face. “Okay, fine, I’m changing my answer to pass too.” You snort, and she points at you. “Hey, don’t judge me! It’s not my fault you’re so picky you’ve said no to like everyone.” "I'm not picky, I'm selective." you counter. "It's not my fault you'd let the Seven pass you around like a Christmas present." Claire scoffs but she can't argue - she's said Smash to way more people than you have, not just Supes or co-workers. "Queen Maeve?" "Pass." "What?!" Claire shrieks. "Why?!" "Because unlike you, I don't have a mommy kink." you say, rolling your eyes. "I dunno, she's not my type. Plus, she always acts so damn bored by everything - she'd probably just expect you to get her off and then kick you out of bed and play fucking Candy Crush or something. No thanks, I don't want to do all the hard work." "Okay, okay...what about Homelander?" You pause.

Okay, that one isn't quite so simple. The Deep, A-Train, Starlight and Queen Maeve were all a fairly straightforward "no" and you haven't gotten to Black Noir yet, but somehow the answer eludes you. Homelander seems so far removed from normal human with their normal, squishy desires that it's difficult to even imagine having sex with him. You're sure you've never seen him out of that costume of his, either. But you're definitely considering it... "You're taking way too long to answer~" Claire singsongs. "Don’t tell me you’ve got a boner for that sexy cape?” "Firstly, shut up. And secondly, yeah, okay, he's attractive but like..." you paused as you try to organise your thoughts, wondering what made you hesitate, except for the whole 'Almighty symbol of America who can shoot lasers from his eyes' thing. "I kinda feel like I'd be getting it on with someone's dad?" You had no idea how old Homelander was, only that he was definitely older than you. Plus, there was his vaguely patriarchal vibe when he addressed the adoring public, like he was steering them onto the right path or something. Not that you exactly opposed to sleeping with older men, per se, but you’d prefer to know how much older somebody was first.

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Claire says thoughtfully, chewing on her sandwich as you both stand up to toss your wrappers away and get back to work. “There’s something a little fake about him. And he probably says ‘God bless America’ when he comes or something.” You nearly spit out the last of your soda, and bubbles go up your nose, which makes you hack and cough from an effort of not cackling, pounding your fist on your chest. “Fucking hell, you’re the worst!” you say, giving her arm a playful shove. She smirks and shrugs. “Just being honest. Anyway, we’re not done playing yet. Black Noir?" You think about it. "Smash." ~ You were about to head back to your desk with Claire when Ashley suddenly comes clacking up to you both with her usual harried expression on her face. Some days you feel like she's maybe a hair's breadth away from having a nervous breakdown, and you'd nearly feel bad for her if she wasn't so annoying. You can't pretend you haven't seen her, either, because she calls your name. You make a face at Claire, then turn to Ashley as she approaches. "Hey! I'm glad I caught you. Listen, the Seven have a meeting later on this afternoon but I don’t have time to put their itinerary in the meeting room, can you do it and just make sure everything looks presentable before then?” You suppress the flicker of irritation - what do you look like, a Janitor? "Uh, sure, I guess. It's just the desks, right?" "Yeah, everything else has been taken care of!" Ashley says, looking a little calmer at confirming that nearly every other matter is all perfectly sorted and pencilled into her little schedule. "Thanks so much!" She goes clicking off and you exchange a confused glance with Claire. "That was weird. Why did she ask you specifically?" Claire said. "I have no idea, but at least it'll only take me like five minutes." you sigh. "I'll be back soon." ~

The conference room is so fucking big that you take a second to just stand there and gawk at the panoramic view of the city through the windows, before you snap to attention. You don't want to linger in here - even if you're just here to straighten up the table before the Supes get here for whatever big important meeting they have. You still think it's weird Ashley told you to do it, and it feels even odder to be in here alone. Like you're trespassing. "Let's just get this over with..." you mutter to yourself, crossing the room and beginning to put the piles of papers on each table, starting from Starlight's seat and working your way around. After a few minutes you relax. It's even a little nice, getting a couple of moments away from everyone else. Vought is a massive office building but there's nowhere to be really alone - people are always sneaking out the fire escapes for a smoke, the toilets have gossiping employees, the canteen full of people with differing lunch shifts, etc. There's always a buzz, always endless humming in the background. You've compared the place to a beehive before for good reason. You're just about done, wondering if by doing this, Ashley was testing you or something - maybe she wanted to see you could be trusted in here, and now you've basically finished, you've passed and she might think about putting in a good word for you to the higher-ups, when a voice damn near give you a heart attack: "Lost in thought?" You shriek and drop the handful of papers you were holding. When you look around, the Homelander is standing there. You didn't even hear him come in. For a minute you're so startled you just stare at him - it's like seeing a snow leopard, something impossibly exotic and rare, and the fact he's even talking to you is even more of a surprise. Your heart is pounding loudly in your chest, and you wonder if he can hear it - he's smiling like you've just told a good joke. "Oh, Homelander!" you say, because it's what he tells all the staff they should call him, pressing a hand to your chest. "You scared me. Um, I can leave, I'm pretty much done here." His familiar smile only widens, and he gestures with a flick of his wrist. "Don't let me stop you. Might as well finish up what you came to do, right?" You awkwardly smile in response, unsure of what else to say, and go to grab the papers you dropped, blood rushing through your ears. You're hyperaware of him in the room, where he rightfully belongs, while you just wound up here because Ashley needed somebody to do some last-second grunt work. When you put the stack of files on Black Noir's desk and pointlessly straighten them, Homelander speaks again, pacing a little closer. "You know...you should probably be a little more careful about what you talk about with your friends while you're in the building." You freeze. Oh shit. "I mean...I guess you had no way of knowing who was listening, but...well, let's just say, it was pretty hard not to tune in, you know?" Oh my god. You went to melt through the floor. You straighten up to watch Homelander, who has an expression that's slightly chiding but amused, like you're a little kid who's learned a new swear word or something. He doesn't seem angry, but the thought he overheard you and Claire paying fucking Smash or Pass is enough to ignite your anxiety like a spark to gunpowder. "I-"

"I gotta say, you're not wrong about The Deep - he does fucking stink of fish," Homelander says conspiratorially. "Your little friend didn't seem to mind that, but she said Smash to nearly everyone. You though - you didn't seem interested in anyone besides Black Noir - I'll have to let him know, I don't think he's seeing anyone right now. Though who fucking knows, with that guy?" You feel like it's probably not the time to point out you did also admit you thought he was hot. You've got to do some damage control, here. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean - I wouldn't have said that if I didn't think it was being overheard." you blurt out hurriedly. This is a disaster. You want to strangle Claire, the fucking game was her dumb idea in the first place, she's the one who should be getting told off by Homelander, not you! "It- it was just a stupid game to pass the time." He cocks his head. "Was it?"

"I mean...it's not like...you're not..." you say, babbling like a fucking lunatic, doing anything you can to backpedal out of this. This has to be a dream - a fucked-up one. "You guys are Supes, so it's a totally moot point anyway! I-You- you were dating Queen Maeve until recently, right? It's not like you'd want to...I mean, we're just normal people and you're..." "Oh, I don't know about that." Homelander says, his tone almost jaunty, stepping a little closer. His hands are tucked behind his back, which makes you nervous, because you can't tell what he's going to do with them. "Let's see what we're working with here. Turn around." "What?" you splutter. "Go on." Homelander says, making a circular motion with his finger. "Do a spin for me." You feel queasy, like you need to go pop an antacid tablet, but what can you do? If he wanted to, he could well have you fired. Or chased out of town. Or maybe even deported. Who knows? You'd probably deserve it, to be honest - what the hell were you thinking, letting Claire rope you into that stupid Smash or Pass game?! Of course, you had no idea he was in the building at the time and could hear you, but still! Slowly you turn all the way around, aware of Homelander's eyes on you the entire time, heart pounding in your chest. When you turn back to him, his head is tilted slightly, mouth parted like he was about to say something. "Huh." was all that came out.

You had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from demanding to know what 'huh' means. Unfortunately for you, he decides to share. "You know...the dress code for you people isn't very flattering, is it?" he muses. "I hadn't thought about it before. But you...huh. I think you've got a lot more going on under there." He gestures at you, a kind of 'go on' hand movement. "Take it off." It's not a suggestion, it's an order. A command. Your face prickles with shame, unable to quite grasp this is actually happening to you. And from Homelander - Mr. America himself. You're naive to be so shocked - around here, he may get treated like a god, but he's still just a man. "Go on." Homelander says, smiling, and you can't stop looking at those prominent canines. "Show me." You can't procrastinate further, lest he get impatient enough to strip you himself, or even worse, laser off your clothes or something. He probably wouldn't be overly bothered if he scorched your skin too, and the thought makes you sick. He could just use his X-ray vision if he wanted to, but that's not what this is. This is a punishment and you'd be stupid to make it any worse for yourself. You'll be lucky if you walk out of this room with your job. Your fingers shake as you unbutton your shirt and you keep peeking anxious glances at Homelander, but it's impossible to read his mood just by looking at him - his expression could be anything, bored or annoyed or merely waiting. It's eerie. He says nothing as you drop your shirt on the ground - you don't quite dare put it on the table or one of the chairs, so you're just grateful you know for a fact the floor has been vacuumed recently. But you can feel his never-wavering gaze on you like a weight as you keep going. You're down to your underwear and bend down to unzip your boots when he finally says something. "No, leave those."

You straighten up hurriedly, even though you really don't want to. This is beyond humiliating - America's golden boy is seeing you in just a bra and panties, for fuck's sake. They don't even match. Your face is burning and a squirming sensation writhes in the pit of your stomach, like you're about to pass out or puke or both. Homelander prowls around you like a lion, taking in everything from all angles, and you have to ball your hands into fists to stop yourself from covering yourself with your arms. You don't think you've ever felt so naked before, even if you're still technically clothed. His boots click as he comes to a stop right behind you. "You're shaking." Homelander mocks you, his breath hot on your neck. You can feel the heat of him right behind you, like you're standing right in front of a sun lamp. "Yeah," you say in one breath, even though you didn't think he was looking for a verbal response. He spins you around to face him, his grip bruisingly strong on your upper arms. He's smiling like he's won something, and his eyes slide down to your tits, eyelashes casting tiny shadows across his cheeks. "Yeah," he says softly, more to himself than you. "I'd fuck you." The words barely have time to register in your shellshocked brain before he's on you. His hand tangles in your hair to jerk your head back and you let out a squeak of pain, but it's muffled by his mouth on your, hot and vicious and unyielding. There's nothing tender about the kiss - he kisses you like he wants to devour you, a growl in the back of his throat that honest-to-god make your knees buckle. He's not shy about feeling you up either, hands roaming over your body like it’s a toy that he’s just ripped the wrapping paper off of, manhandling you however he wants and all you can really do is go with it, heart pounding like a goddamn jackhammer. This has gotten so out of hand so quickly that it’s dizzying trying to make sense of any of it. …So why is a little part of you enjoying this? Just why is there a wet patch pooling at the crotch of your panties and your skin erupting in tingles wherever he touches you? He snaps your bra open, ruining the clasp, and wastes no time in fondling your tits, the material dragging over your sensitive skin breaking them out in goosebumps. They’re fucking soft against his palms, hands that have killed, killed and killed again, but here he is massaging your tits like they’re priceless objects. He lowers his face and runs his tongue over them, and you nearly collapse right then and there – it’s like a fucking livewire pressed straight to your skin. He hums in approval at how responsive you are, teasing your nipples with the pads of his thumbs. Apparently Homelander is a tits guy – that’s definitely never come up in any interviews before. Why are you finding yourself so fucking humiliated and wanting him to do more? Knowing you can’t do anything to stop him? Homelander pulls back for air and slowly swipes his tongue across his bottom lip – the taste of your lipgloss lingers, something sweet that makes him hard, dick pressing against his suit. You stare back at him, caught in the fragile place between lust and disgust. He likes that look on you, hair all messed up, pupils blown wide until there’s barely any iris left, just a thin circle of colour wrapped around blackness, and your lips look red-raw and swollen from his rough mouth. He smirks. “Don’t tell me you’re enjoying this,” he teases, sliding a hand down to your hip and squeezing. “You like getting ordered around, huh? Like being told what to do?” He doesn’t give you time to confirm or deny it – a second later he’s casually shoving his hand into your underwear, smirking as your mouth drops open in disbelief, his fingertips teasing against your slit. It drives a moan from your mouth, and he grins, holding you in place with his free hand, like he knows you’re tempted to bolt.

“You’re so fuckin’ wet,” he hisses, plunging his fingers deeper inside your cunt and you gasp, making a pointless grab at his arm – to steady yourself, to get your bearings, you don’t know. “I think you were lying before – Pass, my ass. I’ve barely touched you and you’re soaked. Do you go home and fuck yourself thinking about me?”

“Homelander…” you moan, you can’t help it. Your head is swimming and his fingers are so thick and he’s relentless, pushing and pushing you without a care in the world about what might happen. Whether it’ll break you or not.

“Go on,” he whispers, working his fingers in and out of you, clamping you to his chest with an arm around your back so he can watch the emotions flashing across your face like his own personal picture show. “Say my name.” “Nn- Homelander!” “Louder.” “Homelander!” And then, as it starts to get fucking unbearable, the intoxicating fog blanketing your brain rendering you unable to concentrate on anything else, when you’re gonna fucking cum all over his fingers, he stops. Pulls his hand free. Your expression drops, surprise and outrage making your eyes snap to him. “Wha-?” “Didn’t think it’d be that easy, did you?” he all but purrs, clearly taking deep amusement in your bewilderment. “You fucking desperate little slut. You’ll come with I say you can.” He makes a show of wiping his slick-coated glove off on the back of The Deep’s chair, before he looks back down at you and something in his gaze makes you stand stock-still, a classic prey response to being stared at by a predator. “Now,” he says, and there’s no forced geniality in his voice anymore, his tone not far away from being a growl. “What was it I said a minute ago?”

Oh, jesus christ. You think, which you’re pretty sure wasn’t what he was aiming for. “Aah, yeah, I remember now,” he says, nodding. “I said I’d fuck you.” The room spins as he abruptly grabs you and aggressively turns you round, and next thing you know you’re bent forwards over the very desk you’d just spent the last fifteen minutes tidying – he only needs one hand pressing down on your back to hold you down. You hear his ragged breathing and the sound of his belt being loosened, and you squeak as he yanks down your underwear like he’s personally offended by them – you’re sure you hear something rip – and he’s back against you, so hot it’s like a furnace and oh shit, wait, he’s going in raw?! You grab pointlessly at what’s in front of you, papers crumpling in your sweaty fists. He does not go gentle as he thrusts into you and all you can do is make a strangulated keening noise – he’s so thick, filling you up and stretching you out. You bury your face into your forearms, muffling your gasps and squeaking against your skin because the noises he’s driving from you are making you want to combust with embarrassment. Not that he can’t hear them anyway – he’s made the fact he has superhearing more than plain, after all. But he can’t help finding it endearing you’d even bother to try hiding it – like anybody would dare walk in and interrupt him right now. Not after he specifically told Ashley to keep everyone away from the meeting room while he dealt with you. “Fuck, you’re tight…” Homelander growls as he thrusts into you, his own words being drowned out by moaning of his own. “So fuckin’…” You stare at the doors across from you, terrified somebody’s going to come in and see you like this, getting fucked by Homelander like a bitch in heat – he hasn’t even taken off his gloves but here you are, only the straps of your bra and a pair of over-the-knee boots covering you. Homelander removes the hand from your back and grips your hips with enough force that you yelp in pain – it’s nothing close to what he could really do, but you know you’re going to have hand-shaped marks there later. Not that you care much with how he’s fucking you with total abandon now, and each stroke of his cock drives you closer and closer to your breaking point and you cling onto the table with one hand like it’s going to help you somehow. “Still feel like you’re fuckin’ someone’s dad?” Homelander taunts you as his thrusts start to get sloppier, more erratic, and you groan to have your words thrown back at you. “No, no, Homelander, I- “ He pinches your clit and rolls it between his fingertips, and you keen out loud, nearly sobbing with pleasure and pain at the same time. Your head is buzzing with the stimulation, trapped between so many sensations, terror of getting caught, of getting so close to relief, panic that he’ll go too far and break something, of what he’ll do with you when he’s finished… “No, no,” he chides you, clicking his tongue like you’ve given him the wrong answer in a quiz. “Call me daddy, if that’s how you see me.” Is he serious? You have no idea if he means it or if he’s just being a bastard, but a particularly hard thrust that actually nudges both you and the table forwards has you saying it anyway, babbling like a lunatic. “Sorry- agh- daddy, fuck, that feels so good-!” “Thassit…nnh…I’m gonna…fuck you full of my cum…” he pants and it sends a bizarre buzz of pride through you that you managed to make a Supe short of breath. “And you’re gonna take all of it, aren’t you? Take all of my cum…”

Like you have a choice, since he didn’t bother to put any protection on. But you’re too lost in your own orgasm to care, the force of it rendering you utterly blissed out, too busy riding that glorious, tingling high to care much about anything else going on, even if you can’t ignore the hot, sticky flood as he comes, and fuck there’s so much of it, how are you going to go back to work like this?? Homelander makes a sound between a groan and a snarl as he comes and you know you’ll be hearing that noise in your dreams.

Finally, it stops. For a moment neither of you move or speak, except for panting breaths, and you want to look behind you to see what mood he’s in now, but you don’t quite dare. He moves away and you slump onto the floor, because you’d really rather not have your naked ass just there on display across the table. You feel blindly across the floor for your skirt and tug it on as Homelander tucks himself back into his suit and sniffs once, swiping a hand through his hair. You can’t find your fucking underwear, you realise with a stab of panic – he must have literally ripped them straight off you, so you wouldn’t be able to put them back on anyway, so you just shove your arms through your shirt and try in vain to button it with trembling fingers.

“Tell Ashley the room’s ready now,” Homelander says, and his voice is impersonal, like he’s done nothing more than take care of some trivial order of business. You can only nod and get to your feet, wobbly as a newborn deer. Homelander smirks as he watches you from the side of his eye, you look so pathetic and off-balance he’s almost tempted to fuck you again, but he does have work to get back to. You’re off the hook – for now. When you get to the doors, you pause and look back at him. It would probably be better to just leave with whatever semblance of dignity you still have intact, but you have to ask him.

"Um...do I... I mean like...I still have a job, right?" you hedge nervously. "What?" Homelander glances over at you laughs, like this is the most ridiculous thing he's ever heard. "Did you think I was going to hand you your fucking notice?" Yes? No? You had no idea what he was going to do. But you just shrug, because it seems safer than speaking. He scoffs and gives his head a shake, but his gaze drags down your body and your stomach clenches again, despite what’s just happened. “Run along and get back to work like a good girl,” he says softly, but loud enough you can hear every word just fine. “I think we’ll be seeing each other again real soon.” You can’t muster a response to that, so you just nod and hurry out, trying your utmost not to break into a run, lest he be tempted to give chase. You pass a mirror on your way down the corridor and the sight makes you freeze. You look like you’ve been mauled by a wild animal, and you can smell Homelander’s cologne all over you. You probably reek of sex. You’re not sure how far that is from the truth, to be honest. Hopefully you can make it to the toilets on this floor without anybody seeing you and tidy yourself up a bit – you can’t go back to your desk like this. And you can only hope to god nobody finds your discarded panties in there because Ashley would likely figure out how and why they got there. At least I still have my job. You think, even if you know it will never be the same now – you’ll never be able to look at Homelander, or any of his posters or action figures or T-shirts – without thinking about his hands on you, of him watching you strip with that hungry look on his face, ever again. Maybe it will fade in time, maybe not. Maybe Homelander has fucked half the people in the building on equally flimsy pretenses, or you could be the first time he’s indulged himself like this. He might forget all about you, or you could forever be known as ‘that mouthy assistant I fucked once’. You have no idea.

And that’s maybe the scariest thing of all – not knowing what comes next. ~ Meanwhile, Homelander stands in the meeting room, awaiting the rest of the Seven to enter. In his hand he toys with the now-ruined pair of underwear you’d had on earlier – you were so fucked out you hadn’t even him notice him swipe them off the floor. He’ll hang onto them as a…souvenir, if you will.

His superhearing picks up the sounds of the others approaching, and he turns, plastering on a smile as he approaches his desk. A tongue swipes across his bottom lip, a lingering taste of that sweet flavour – cinnamon or butterscotch, something that reminds him of dessert – only sealing your fate further.

After all, when you get a taste of something like that, why wouldn’t you go back for a second bite?

#Homelander x Reader #Homelander x You #The Boys (2019) #The Boys imagines #Fanfiction #Blogging #Writings #Smut #PWP

[jerzwriter]

If your MCs asked the age old question "Would you still love me even if I was a worm?" what would their LIs respond?

Nonny, I got far too excited by this. Especially thinking about the difference in how Tobias & Casey's Exchange would go vs. Ethan & Kaycee's. Then I had to throw Eli & Zoe (WTD) into the mix too.

Text Fic #1: Open Heart | Tobias x Casey | Teen+ Text Fic #2: Open Heart | Ethan x Kaycee | Teen+ Mini Fic: Wake the Dead | Eli x Zoe feat. Troy | Teen

Tobias x Casey:

Ethan x Kaycee:

Eli x Zoe:

It had been a long and hot summer day. Chores felt almost unbearable in the sweltering heat, but without a zombie sighting all day, no one was complaining. Well, except Troy. He and Zoe were resting... to different degrees... on a shaded patch of grass beside the main lodge.

Troy was laid out flat. If not for the occasional movement of an arm to fan himself, he would have easily been mistaken for a corpse. Meanwhile was on her stomach, perched up on her elbows as she played with the pile of dirt in front of her with all the wonderment of a child. She was so enthralled she didn't hear Troy's incessant groaning, much to his chagrin.

"Zo!" he finally yelled. "How are you even upright? I swear... this is where it ends. I'm dying here, Zo!"

She shook her head with a dramatic eye roll, but those eyes stayed on the patch of earth before her as she replied.

"Troy, my little drama queen, a hard day's work isn't going to kill ou."

"A hard day's work in what's likely 100-degree temperatures just might."

"It's not that hot in the shade. You could always go take a jump in the creek."

That got his attention, he lifted his head just slightly off the ground. "Care to join me?"

"Mmm-mmm," she shook her head. "I'm staying here. I've made a friend."

"A friend?" He asked with a cocked brown.

"Yes. Willie," she said, holding a little worm up in her hand. "He's my new friend."

Just then, Eli approached. The smirk on his face made it clear he had heard their conversation. "You're friends with a worm?" he said as he sat next to Zoe.

"Yes!" She answered proudly. "Not just any worm, Willie! Isn't he adorable?"

"Uh, Zo?" Troy muttered. "How do you know it's a he?"

Zoe's face twisted as she contemplated the answer. "Come to think of it... I have no clue. So, maybe it's Willie, maybe it's Wilma, maybe my little friend goes by both... I don't care, I love them anyway."

"Now you're in love with a worm?" Eli chuckled.

She shot him a look as if he was the one who was insane.

"Eli, I said I loved Willie/Wilma. I didn't say I was in love. Gosh, do you know the difference?"

"I think so," he chuckled. He leaned back onto the cool earth, enjoying the silence... for as long as it lasted.

"Eli?" Zoe asked. "Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

"What?" he groused.

"You heard me. Would you love me if I was a worm?"

"I might love you," he smirked, "But I don't think I'd be in love with you."

"What?" she replied, clutching her heart in mock horror. "And why not? You'd stop loving me just because I turned into a worm."

"Wait," Eli said, sitting upright. "You're changing the rules. You didn't say you turned into a worm. You said you were a worm. Like, when I met you, you were already a soil dweller."

"And that would make a difference?"

"It would," he stated firmly.

"Zo," Troy bellowed without moving a muscle. "I'd love you even if you were a worm."

"Thank you, Troy," she said, sticking her tongue out at Eli. "But would you be in love with me?"

"Hell no," he replied without hesitation.

"What? Why?"

"Because I wouldn't want Eli here to kick my ass. Not for nothing, but I don't think he'd be into sharing."

"But he said he isn't in love with me in this scenario. Although I think he's full of it, he'd still fall for me. So, Eli... since you're in love with me, and Troy's in love with me...."

"I didn't say..."

"In this world, you're in love with me, Troy. So Eli, can we interest you in a little throuple thing?"

"Wait!" Troy bolted up. "Are you saying it would be Eli and me as a throuple with 'worm Zoe'?"

"Yes! Exactly!"

Troy shook his head with a shudder. "Sorry, Zo. You lost me. That's a little too kinky, even for me."

Eli shut his eyes with a sigh. "Oh boy..."

"Great! So now I'm a worm, a lowly, little worm, out in this scary world all by myself... and my boyfriend and my best friend have just abandoned me."

"Zoe," Eli muttered.

"Yes?"

"I would still be in love with you if you were a worm."

"You would," she gushed. "Why?"

"I don't know. I just need to shut the two of you up before I lose the little that's left of my mind."

"Regretting that life of solitude right about now?" Troy teased.

"Totally," Eli laughed, and Zoe was not amused.

"Oh? Really?"

"Yeah," he insisted. "Back then, it was just me and my worm girlfriend... and she never talked at all. Hey, wait," he grinned. "Suddenly I'm seeing the benefits of you being a worm."

Zoe placed Willie/Willa lovingly back on the ground, then pushed Eli back on his back and pounced on top of him.

"Really!" she said, peppering his face and neck with kisses. "Would worm Zoe do this?"

"I guess human Zoe has her merits," he surrendered.

"That's it," Troy mumbled. "I'd rather sit in the sun than have to keep listening to this."

"You're just jealous because you're not part of the throuple!" Zoe laughed as Troy rushed away.

"We got rid of him," Eli smiled.

"It gets easier all the time," Zoe agreed. "But... you would still love me if I was a worm...right?"

"Of course," he said, giving her a gentle kiss. "You are the only worm for me."

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DeadTides of ao3

I know I already requested somethin once BUT. I think you will like this one:

Reader giving the love Vash deserves, praising him and kissing all, i repeat, all the scars on his body. Like. Homeboy needs this so much.

and g/n reader pretty pls <3

A/N: Aw, Dead! Don't you know this is an all you can eat request buffet???? Make as many requests as you like, as long as you don't mind a wait time!!

You emphasized ALL the scars, so I Hear you loud and clear! I love a good challenge. I'm gonna kick Nightow-sama's butt for not making proper references for his scars. Finding all the manga panels with his scars is a pain in the ass. Challenge accepted! Body worshiping is back on the menu, ya moots!!!! AND IT'S GONNA BE PRETTY SPICY

(Also when I say "his left/right" it's from his perspective, not as you look upon him. That gets confusing for me sometimes too.)

Until Your Heart is Full

It had been a long day of travel on the Sand Steamer, and the two of you had finally arrived in December. The twin suns had sunk under the sand, allowing the chill of the night to keep you both awake long enough to get back to the Inn.

Arriving in the room, you both set down your bags, and were quick to change into pajamas. The two of you were used to sharing a bed at this point, and you were even familiar with his scars, though you respected that he didn't want to show them often.

Vash had been pretty quiet since this morning. He was in his head again. The two of you had a visit from a friend of Vash's who worked on the Sand Steamer. Dropping by unannounced, Vash had been wearing his pajamas, consisting of a t-shirt and sweatpants. This showed his mangled looking arm and prosthetic.

Although his friend still made friendly conversation, the look that flashed from astonishment, to worry, to pity, and then back to normal wasn't missed by you, meaning it certainly wasn't missed by Vash. Since then, he'd been quiet, only speaking when spoken to.

You cuddled up to him in bed, and he curled into you, snuggling into your chest.

"Are you okay, Vash? You've been quiet ever since this morning." You broke the ice on the subject.

"Yeah, it's just…" Vash trailed off. He hugged you tightly again with a long deep breath before answering, "I'm so ugly." He huffed.

"Excuse you?" You immediately peeled him off of you, "What the fuck did you just say about my boyfriend?"

"You saw the way Dan looked at me, I'm-"

"Nu-uh, absolutely Fuckin' not. You are not allowed to Insult my beautiful, gorgeous, divine, absolute Angel of a boyfriend. That's my future husband you're talking shit about, and I won't fucking stand for it." Vash's eyes were wide in astonishment, his brain still trying to process such threatening kindness.

"I-Im sorry?"

"Damn right you better be sorry. Nobody talks about my man like that. You spend so much time giving your love to others that you don't even use any on yourself. I'm insulted."

"What? No! Don't be insulted!" He held his hands up on both surrender, in an attempt to comfort you.

"I am! You are gorgeous from your spiky needle noggin, down to your cute little toes!!!"

"But, all of these-"

"Especially your scars, Darling." You pushed his shoulder to the bed, climbing on top of him once he was on his back, "and I'm gonna prove it to you." Your voice softened as you leaned down where he was hiding his bright red face with his hand,

"Can I show you the love you deserve?" You removed his hand, pinning it above his head, your fingers intertwined. His eyes stared into yours, a little fearful, but softened as he audibly gulped.

"Please? Fuck." He huffed. You two were no stranger to the horizontal dance with no pants, but Vash was always so shy and sensitive with such vulnerability.

You loved the constant blush, and how loud he got. It almost got you thrown out of a hotel because he had been so loud. He enjoyed sweet love, but nothing compared to when you took charge and left him a blushing, incoherent mess beneath you.

"Your hair is always so soft, and the color of sunflowers that my mom used to tell me about." You pressed kisses into his hair, messing it up on purpose, "Your cute little ears, and the little earring here." You nibbled on the shell of his ear, eliciting a squeak from him,

"Your sensitive neck. I love to just kiss it, and hear your beautiful voice. Moaning for me, screaming my name like a good boy. You always do such a good job." You whispered into his ear before kissing the scar on the left side of his neck. His body shivered at the praise, and he sighed out your name,

"Lemme take off your shirt, and love you until your little heart is so full it could just explode. Can I, Angel? Can I?" You kissed his jawline and tugged on his t-shirt.

"Rip it off me for all I care, I need you." He whined.

"We can't keep buying new T-shirts everytime we get in bed, Love, but I'll take this pesky shirt from you." You leaned back, and helped him sit up so you could peel his shirt off of him.

"There's my handsome angel." You said when the shirt revealed his face, giving him sweet kisses as you eased him back onto the bed, You kissed each piece of metal covering his left pectoral before making your way up to his left shoulder where the three slash marks curved with his shoulder.

You made your way down, kissing the line with dots that led down to the border of his prosthetic arm. You lifted his arm, kissing down every inch.

You knew he didn't feel as much through this arm, but it deserved the same amount of love as the rest of him. You kissed his hand, and every finger tip and bottom. He chuckled lightly at your enthusiasm. You let his arm go, leaning back down to visit Vash's lips once more.

"You're so kind, Vash. Protecting everyone, even though you pay the price." You whispered as you kissed the large scar that lay over his right shoulder. You moved to the mirroring curved scars on his shoulder, feeling his hips buck under yours.

"I've always loved your arms. You're so strong, and you work so hard to stay in tip top shape." You praise as you kiss the scar that wraps around his right bicep, "remember that time you held me against the wall in the shower? That was the hottest shit."

"I almost dropped you… twice." His face turned away in momentary guilt.

"I would have been okay, Angel. We humans aren't so fragile."

"Oh I know you aren't." He smirked. You gave a gentle bite to the two little bolts in his arm, causing a small yelp from him. You giggled as you lifted his lower arm, kissing the scar near his elbow, the one below it, the line with dots below his elbow, the slash of 3 above his wrist, the line with dots below it, the wide one on the top of his hand, and the little stitches just above the joint of his thumb.

This was quite the task, but you were having fun so far. Vash was still a feverish mess below you. His unoccupied prosthetic hand rested on your hip. After kissing each of the fingers in his right hand, you returned to his chest once again, kissing the large spreading scar on his right side.

"You're so sexy, Angel. A beautiful person inside and out." You kissed a trail over to the little cross on his left hip, "please never forget that, as long as you live." You moved to the scar between the cross and the grate, "you deserve to be loved," you kissed the top metal bar on his left rib, "adored," the second, "and cared for." The third.

Kissing the scar below the bars, and the lines with dots, it appeared you'd covered every scar on the front of his torso.

"Aw, looks like you're out of places to kiss." Vash almost seemed disappointed.

"Nonsense, my love. You just gotta take your pants off. I told you I gotta get all of them. Every. Single. Scar. Needs. Love." You pressed kisses along the elastic of his pants. The hitches in his breath were all you needed to hear before his hands rushed to remove his pants.

"Can we make love after this? This is just so much." Vash sat up and pressed kisses into your neck.

"If you're patient, and let me kiss every scar on your body, we can. But you gotta be a good boy for me. Can you do that, Puppy?"

"Y-yeah, Mayfly, I can." He gave you a few more kisses before laying back down.

Though it pained you to prolong making love to your precious Stampede, you were on a mission, and you would not fail.

Thankfully, Vash didn't have too many scars in the… boxer space. He had one that ran along the V of his hips, and you pressed an especially sweet kiss to it before moving to his thighs.

You caressed the metal strips on his right thigh before gently kissing them. Vash stifled a moan as you kissed the large scar on his thigh, and pressed a trail of kisses to the scar that trailed around his right knee. You snaked your kisses to the slashes on his inner calf, the twin ripples on his ankle, and the scar that spanned the width of his foot.

Kissing a scar on his left ankle, you continued your quest up his left leg to the scar below his knee, and on the outside of his knee.

You kissed the wide gash on Vash's outer thigh, before hooking your hand underneath his knee to give the scar on his inner thigh a few gentle misleading kisses before giving a snarky pinch with your canine teeth.

The yelp that came from Vash was higher pitched than anything you'd heard him emit before, his hips jerking away from your grasp.

"Can't let you get too excited, Vashie." You giggled at the disgruntled pout in his face as you rubbed your cheek against his raised knee. You let go of his leg, allowing him a brief moment to breathe. This was a lot for him to take in.

Although the two of you spent a lot of time caring for each other on such an intimate level, he usually got a break while he took his turn giving you love. However, with this scar kissing endeavor, he hadn't had any time to cool down.

"Are you okay, my love?" You checked in, giving gentle kisses to his jawline.

"Please hurry. I'm gonna explode if this goes on much longer." He whined.

"But you've been such a good boy for me. You can hang on a little longer, can't you?" You cradled his face, looking into his pleading ocean eyes. Those eyes then accompanied a half lidded sigh, your name and airy melody on his lips.

"Vash~" you mimicked him. You giggled at his frustration, captured his lips, and tangled your fingers in his hair with one of your hands.

"Alright, Angel, Flip." You smirked.

"F-flip?"

"Yeah, I don't know if you noticed, but you have hella scars on your back too."

"Oh, Fuck, but those are the real sensitive ones!" He whined.

"You'll be okay, Angel. You'll do great, I promise. You're my big strong man, after all." You smiled as you moved off of him to allow him to lay on his stomach. He folded his arms under the pillow, propping himself up slightly.

You climbed on top of him once more. Finishing the kisses to the scar that spanned his right shoulder, you trailed around the back of his neck, kissing the two on his left shoulder.

You gently caressed the triangular plate on his left scapula, before kissing the three bolts, then the plate itself. You trailed down to the gash near his spine, giving attention to the two on the opposite side.

You kissed the scars just on the outskirts of the three metal bars on the right of his ribs you'd kissed previously, kissing them again just for funsies.

The largest scar on his back splayed from his ribs, to his hip, and nearly around to his side. For this scar, you made sure to kiss every point, and every spot in between. It needed extra love.

You felt Vash tense up, his hips pressing into the bed below him. You heard your name escape his lips, and you repressed a giggle before continuing. You gave gentle bites to the little bolts that stuck out of his left side.

He yelped once more, shooting you an attempted dirty look, but the lust in his eyes covered it up all too well. You kissed two lines of sutures on his right hip, feigning ignorance on the annoyance you had given him.

Before you would proceed to his legs, there was one scar you might have admitted you were afraid of kissing. It was the one on his right butt cheek. You massaged his lower back to buy yourself some confidence. Actually kissing his ass? You would never live that down. On the other hand…

You thumbed the cheeky scar, Vash voicing a little hum.

"Well, Mayfly? You said all of my scars." He didn't lift his head from the pillow, but you know he had that stupid sneering kitty face plastered to his sassy mug. Annoyed, you leaned down with the utmost elegance before giving a gentle but equally snarky bite to the scar. Vash's body tensed as he yelped, and nearly turned over, but you held his leg down. You giggled as you continued down his leg like nothing had happened.

"Wow, so-rry!" He grumbled, but quickly fell back into bliss as you kissed a rippling scar on his right thigh. You noticed another stitch job on the inside of his left thigh, and you took a moment to give it a gentle kiss.

Vash tensed up again as you moved to another set of three metal pieces on the back of his left thigh. Farther down there was a scar of the upper part and lower part of his calf.

On his right calf you found another line of stitch work, and two more metal bars. You bent his right leg at the knee, and kissed the scar on his ankle, and the one on the bottom of his left foot.

"There, Angel. That should be all of them." You smiled, allowing him to roll over. He sat up, basically tackling you to the bed. He pelted you with a barrage of kisses all over your face, lips, neck and shoulders.

"Mayfly, you made me feel so loved. My turn. Please lemme have a turn." He begged. You giggled and tangled your fingers into his hair.

"Okay, okay, Vashie, we can make love as your reward for being such a patient boy." You cooed to him, bringing his lips to yours. He sighed out your name once again as he gave you the sweet and tender love that only a scarred man like Vash could give.

#trigun #vash the stampede #vash x reader #trigun brain rot #jesus fucking christ theres so many scars #but i will eternally love all of them #because he's worth it