#masa x reader

[suguruslut]

Your first kiss

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Gwen’s Notes: smooch smooch up in here. cooties! beware!

🐉𝒯𝒶𝓉𝓈𝓊🍳

-it happened late one summer evening when the sky was orange and pink, the two of you slowly walking home after getting a few groceries. it was warm, but not too warm, casual conversation breaking off when Tatsu suddenly stops to admire you

-he doesn’t realize that he’s stopped walking, and what else can you do but stare back at him, trying to decode that mesmerized, dreamy look in his eyes? nothing in particular prompted this urge, just you being you, maybe the sunset’s glow making you look even more like an angel than usual

-the man keeps boundaries at all times, and even before he leans a little closer, Tatsu asks if it’s okay. the last thing he wants to do is make an unwanted advance and have you hate him forever

- “This alright?” Tatsu asked with only a smidgen of fear in his voice. yakuza fights, getting yelled at by the boss man, fighting for sale items is nothing compared to this moment, and he’s secretly terrified

-you give him the okay immediately, but Tatsu still moves slowly, giving you several chances to change your mind. he knows he can be a bit intimidating at times, but is happy when you don’t seem to be afraid

-after what seems like an eternal moment of waiting, Tatsu’s lips finally meet yours, and it’s as sweet and gentle as you expected it to be. he doesn’t fully press your lips together until he’s certain you won’t shove him away

-Tatsu exhales the breath he had been holding and presses just a little more into the kiss, enough where you can feel his facial hair graze over your skin; you don’t mind. you’ve been waiting a long time to figure out what Tatsu’s flesh felt like against yours

-your movements are slow and memorable, even when you both suddenly remember you’re still in public, but the perks of kissing a former yakuza is that you know damn well none of them would say anything about what they saw, or risk being reprimanded by Tatsu about social etiquette 

-(sure, you’re breaking a few ‘social etiquette’ rules yourself, but try telling Tatsu that. “No rules apply when you’re in love, Y/N!”)

🐅𝒯𝑜𝓇𝒶𝒿𝒾𝓇𝑜🍰

-your first kiss with Tora happened on a rainy night; you had just gotten off work, running to Tora’s crepe truck for shelter, only to find that he had closed up shop and was without an umbrella, too

- “I’ll protect ya from the rain, Y/N! They don’t know who they’re messing with!”

- “Who doesn’t know, Tora?”

-ignoring your gentle refusal, Tora rips off his outer layer and throws it over your head, and the two of you take off through the wet streets, avoiding cars and trying to find a place to hold up until the rain let up a little. you’re not sure when you startled giggling, but soon Tora was grinning along with you as you splashed through puddles

-after several blocks you two find a public park with trees that are full enough to shield some of the cold raindrops. Tora gently pulls you into the park, your laughter dying off as you both stare at the street, watching the rain continue to pour down. it was at this moment Torajiro looked down at where you were dripping wet in his jacket and felt the need to kiss you

-Tora Tora Tora...he’s been waiting to kiss you for a while, now, fighting the urge until the time was right, until he was sure you actually wanted to kiss him back. there were a few times he thought you were going to initiate it, but you chickened out, and certainly weren’t thinking about it tonight as you shivered and wondered when the sky would stop looking so stormy and gray

- Tora swallowed nervously, feeling a chill unrelated to the cold rain dribbling down his bare arms, and his nerves only increased when you suddenly gazed up at him with a smile so bright it made the gloomy scene look a thousand times less dreary. why did you seem so happy? he wasn’t sure, but knew he needed to make this perfect moment even more perfect for the both of you

- “Can I kiss you?!” Torajiro blurted out like an idiot. not so perfect after all, but imagine his shock when you said yes

-not wanting to hesitate or procrastinate any longer than he already had, Tora grabbed your face and tugged towards his chest; he swept down to kiss you, but realized with horror that he might have startled you, a fear that was quickly put to rest by you pressing your lips together

-your first kiss with Tora was pretty passionate from the get-go, neither of you caring if anyone saw you two. all Tora cared about was your lips moving together, undeterred by droplets of rain sneaking their way into your kiss

-one of Tora’s large hands moved away from your face to your back, weaving around to ensure that this was real, not another one of his crazy daydreams--this was a million times better than any lame fantasy he could put together. a first kiss in the rain, standing within a beautiful park? fuck yeah, romance

-when you finally broke apart after five minutes of kissing, rain pouring even harder and breaking through the trees, you started giggling again, looking so happy Tora finally allowed himself to believe that he was a good man for you, and you for him, letting you throw his soaked jacket over the both of you as you ran home to finish what you started

🐕ℳ𝒶𝓈𝒶🥡

 -Masa is a lovable coward at heart, so it would take months for your first kiss to happen. you didn’t mind at first, content to hold hands, cuddle and tickle each other until someone almost pissed their pants, but after a certain amount of time, you realized you would have to make the first move if you ever wanted to kiss him

-you had just finished “making” dinner (takeout again) and were now doing the dishes that piled up over the last week, Masa whining under his breath as he dried the silverware

-you’re not sure what prompted it, maybe the househusband-like image of Masa actually doing housework for once in his life, but you slowly began to develop the idea of leaning over and kissing Masa right on the lips, breaking the ice that had built up for the past several months with one moment

-oblivious Masa just keeps doing his best at drying, not realizing you were up to something until he finished drying the last fork and triumphantly waved his dishtowel in the air like a maniac. he was so stupid you had to kiss him--there was no other option

-Masa’s smile faded when he suddenly saw your hands reach out and grab onto the collar of his shirt, yanking him forward. the boy honestly thought he was about to get a beatdown, the “tough love” method that Tatsu used to teach him a lesson, but what he got was the exact opposite

-your lips smashed against his, getting no response for several seconds, Masa too shocked that a super hot person like you was actually kissing him that he forgot he was supposed to participate. finally, Masa let his eyes close and began kissing back, unsure and uncoordinated, but still meaningful

-the kiss didn’t last too long, you leaning back to see Masa’s reaction, laughing breathily at his dumbfounded expression, eyes still closed like he was afraid this was all a really good dream

- “W-Well, it...it was just drying. I don’t know if my skills were worth that...” he mumbled

- “They were, Masa. Good job.”

-Masa’s eyes opened again and were lit up with joy, smile gracing his lips before he leaned back in for another kiss, hoping his aniki would be proud of him tomorrow for having his first kiss with you and for drying the dishes

                                                     🐉 🐅 🐕

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[thewildsophia]

.Blondie. The Way of the Househusband//Masa x Reader

Masa x Reader

A/N: Since no one else wanted to do, I guess I will.

Word Count: 2159

You didn’t like being called a “fighter.” The meaning of that word could mean two entirely different things. It could range from being someone who was “admirable” and “resilient,” someone who wouldn’t be deterred. It could also mean someone who was “combatant” and “difficult,” someone who only caused trouble for others. 

A good part of your life consisted of you being defined by the latter. You were a good student, smart and respectful. The only thing is that you fought a lot during your years in middle and high school. It wasn’t your fault, really; others would antagonize you, hoping to get a rise out of you. And -- to their credit -- they often did get a rise out of you, along with a broken nose. You didn’t like fighting, but you also didn’t like being ridiculed by your peers, especially considering how poorly they did in school. 

In the end, you ended up being the one walking out of your school with a degree while they were expelled and forced to finish school elsewhere, assuming they were even taken in. 

You were by no means a professional-level boxer or wrestler, but you put up a damn good fight when needed. That’s partly why you were about to leave the small street fight you walked by alone. Just outside of the grocery store where you had just gotten your food for the week, you saw a fight starting to brew. 

There was a scrawny blonde guy -- who was actually not that bad looking -- wearing a patterned shirt and blue jeans being yelled at and pushed around by a group of four or so men. Trying to get past them, you walked behind the blonde guy at just the wrong time as one of the men pushed him backwards again, knocking into you and spilling your groceries on the ground.

The blonde guy turned to look at you, but you kept your eyes fixed on the ground and watched the milk from the carton spill onto the street. With balled fists and a clenched jaw you asked,

“Who just shoved him?”

“What’s it matter to you?” One of the guys asked. You turned your head to look at the others and that’s when the blonde pointed at the guy with jet black hair and black suit. 

You shoved past the blonde and walked up to the brunette asshole. He put his hands up to grab you, but you pushed his hands down and away before punching him square in the nose. He backed away with a groan with his hands over his, now broken, nose. Your fingers slipped through blackness as you grabbed him by his hair and dragged him over to your spoiled groceries. Pointing, you shouted:

“THAT’S WHAT IT FUCKING MATTERS TO ME!” You threw him to the ground and into the milk. “Making me waste my money and shit. You ought to pay me back for that.”

You felt the blonde panically pat your back and cry when you noticed the other three now encroaching on you two. You clicked your tongue in annoyance.

“One of you gonna pay me for my groceries? I have the receipt right here,” You said, dangling the receipt in your hand. The shaved head guy glared at you two and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Get ‘em.” 

The blonde yelped as you pushed him out of your way. It’s during that movement that you used his body as cover to position a punch at one of the guys stomach. As predicted, one of them tried to hit you in the face. You ducked down and punched him in the stomach before hooking a foot behind his knee and pulling him forward, causing him to fall backwards. You didn’t mind the other guy as he seemed more focused with the blonde. 

The last guy charged at you and pushed you on your back to the ground with him on top. You blocked a few hits to your face with your arms before wrapping your legs around him and flipping him underneath you. From there, you grabbed him by his collar and headbut him in the face til it was nothing but a bloody mess. 

“Help-” The blonde shouted, “Help me-PLEASE!”

You rolled your eyes before getting up and pulling the two apart and kicking the other guy to the ground. You stared at the guy on the ground before looking back up at the blonde.

“Well?” You asked, “Get him.”

The blonde frantically looked at you then back down at the guy who was getting up. Quickly, the blonde began kicking him over and over again. You looked away in favor of collecting your groceries that were still good, hoping that none of that asshole’s blood had gotten on any of it. 

Once collected, you stood up and saw that he was still kicking the other guy. You placed a hand on the blonde’s shoulder and he looked over panicked.

“I think that’s enough,” You said, slinging your bags higher on your arms, “You don’t want to kill now do you?”

The blonde shook his head ‘no’ with his mouth slightly ajar. 

“Thank you,” He said, taking your hand and shaking it. You groaned while pulling your hand away due to a dull ache in your knuckles.

“I didn’t do it for you,” You said while rubbing the cuts on your right knuckles, “Asshole spilled my groceries. Speaking of which…” You trailed off while bending down and digging around the first guy's pockets. You stopped once you found his wallet. You pulled all his cash out of it before dropping the wallet on him. 

“Eh, it’ll cover what he ruined,” You mumbled with a shrug while carding through the bills. 

You started walking back into the store when the blonde began to trail you, making you stop.

“I’m-I’m Masa,” He said nervously, once again holding your hand in his own hand, “If there's anything I can do to repay you, anything at all, just let m…” 

You ignored most of his rambling, instead focusing on his face. He was rather beautiful with a sharp jaw, dark-almost black eyes, and bleach blonde hair. And yet he had his very own uniqueness when it came to his finer features, such as the shape of his eyebrows and the point of his nose. 

Masa fell silent when you slipped your hand from his and grabbed his face, turning his head to the left and then right. 

While examining his face earlier, you noticed a few deeper cuts on his eyebrow and cheek. 

“What a shame,” You mumbled while inspecting his face further, “You have such a pretty face, it’s a shame you went and got it busted up.”

Masa grew flustered at that and tried to pull his face away, but your grip was firm.

“I-ha, um…thank you?” He muttered, his hands reaching up to caress yours and pull your fingers away. You let him. 

“Why don’t you come to the store with me? I have to get some band-aids anyway; that first fucker had some sharp teeth.” You asked while inspecting the cuts on your knuckles. 

“Uh,” Masa stutters, fingers massaging your palm still in his hands, “Sure. I’m not doing anything.”

You flip your hand in his and grab his hand.

“Alright, let’s go.” You said while walking back into the store.

While in there, you question Masa on why he was in a fight with those idiots. He explained that one of them had bumped into him and he mouthed off to one of them. Things escalated, a fight started and for a moment one of his friends -- whose name is “Tatsu” -- walked by, but while trying to convince him to fight off the group of guys, he just slapped Masa and walked away. 

“Shitty friend,” You said, placing a pack of band-aids in your basket. 

“He’s not a shitty friend!” Masa shouted, “He just wanted me to fight my own fight.”

“Can you fight?” You asked.

“Of course I can fight,” Masa answered, puffing out his chest and flexing his arms at you. You raised an eyebrow at him. 

“Why didn’t you then?” You asked. He deflated at that.

“Well-You see…um,” Masa stuttered, looking away from you.

“Do you even know how to throw a punch?” 

“Yes! Why wouldn’t I??”

“Well, based on your hands alone,” You started while grabbing one of his hands, “You don’t fight much, if at all.” You ran your thumb over his knuckles, noting their scarless complexion. He pulled his hand away, almost offended.

“What do you mean by that?” Masa asked pointedly.

“Relax,” You said, waving your hand dismissively, “There’s nothing wrong with that. You just have too nice of hands to be someone who gets into fights a lot. You should be happy about that; You have very nice hands.” 

Masa looked down at his hands while flipping them over to inspect them.

“They’re nicer than mine,” You murmur, subconsciously rubbing over your own hands. Masa looks up and holds out a hand for you to put yours into and you do.

He holds your hand gently, inspecting every little inch of skin and you can’t help but feel a little flustered at all the attention. Warm fingers run over the lines and creases of your palm and the soft pads of fingers ghost over the numerous scars and bruises that line your knuckles and fingers.

“What happened?” Masa asked and looked up at you for an answer, but you didn’t want to meet his eyes.

“I get into fights a lot,” You said, shifting your stance, “I don’t mean to, I just get angry sometimes and people like to push me -- get a rise out of me.” You pull your hands away.

“I’m not too proud of them to be honest,” You admitted while walking over to the checkout area, “My parents never liked it when I fought with the other kids, but I also never liked getting insulted.” 

“I think they’re badass,” Masa said with a smile, “Shows that you can take care of yourself; beat up anyone who gets in your way.” 

You chuckled low in your throat at his theatrics.

“I guess,” You smiled.

“590 Yen please,” The cashier said. You pulled out your wallet.

“Most guys and gals don’t care for them,” You said, handing the money over to the woman, “Gives off the impressions of being combative.”

“Well, I like them,” Masa remarked and walked with you out of the store.

“Makes one of us,” You comment while looking around outside, “Looks like they left.” 

You move to sit on the curb next to the building with Masa following soon after. You pulled out the band-aids and gauze out of the bag and opened one up. Masa lets you grab his face again and place two band-aids on his cheek.

“Close your eyes,” You demanded, “You need one on your eyebrow.” 

Masa did as told and you quickly placed a band-aid over his oddly-shaped eyebrow.

“There. All better,” You said while smoothing down the band-aids on his cheek with your thumb. 

“Thank you,” Masa mumbled gratefully.

You hummed, placed the band-aids aside and began unrolling the gauze. You wrapped your right hand up with the gauze and secured it, flexing your fingers to test the stability of it. 

“And, um, thank you again for helping me with those other guys,” Masa added, fiddling with his fingers, not looking at you. 

“Like I said,” You clenched your jaw, “I didn’t do it for you.”

You glanced over and sighed.

“Although,” You began with a small smile, grabbing his attention, “I’ve always liked blondes.”

Masa’s face flushed, a beautiful light pink dusting his cheeks, nose, and ears, as he stuttered. 

“Well-I-uh…haha-” You smiled wider. 

“Are you shy?” You asked.

“I’m-No, not at all!” He quickly rebuttals, but he sounds unsure himself.

“Are you sure?” You prodded further and listened to him try to convince you otherwise. Not really expecting a cohesive response. 

“Well, whatever,” You said while standing, “I guess I didn’t mind beating up those shitstains if it meant I got to meet such a sweetheart like you.” 

You cupped the top of his head in your hand, blonde locks slipping in between your fingers, and pressed a kiss to his forehead. You ruffled his hair as you pulled away and began to walk home. 

“Here, you can keep the band-aids,” You said while throwing the box to him. To his credit, he caught it while trying to say something.

“What’s-What’s your name?” Masa finally asked. You paused, looking behind at him. 

“Y/N,” You answered before continuing on your way, “You should call me.”

“Huh?” He asked looking up from the box, but you had turned the corner and were gone.

Looking back down at the band-aid box in his hands, he finally spotted the neatly written name and phone number written on the front in black sharpie.

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[thequietkid-moonie]

I checked your rules and didn’t see anything about this, but if it’s uncomfortable for you I understand. Would you be willing to write fic or drabble where Masa (The Way of the House Husband) is comforting a depressed s/o, like they’re trying to recover from a s/h addiction and they just need the extra help? I look forward to reading it should you chose to write, and if not I understand completely.

Blessed ❤️

Helping depressed S/O who have self-harm problems

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Masa ]

[ The way of a House Husband / Gokushufudo ]

⚠️ TW: depression and self-harm

Don't worry dear, I don't have no problem with writing this stuff, i really like to write this comforting headcanons, it help me and im happy it help other too

Masa can be pretty dumb and irresponsable at times, but he loves you so he cares for you, he worries whenever he sees you worried or sad and he always offer you his help (he may not be the best like Tatsu, but he wants to help you)

If you don't tell him directly that you have depression he won't know, but he will notice the trails of it, like how you some days you seem more down or that don't have much energy, how you make efforts to hide your body (even more where you self-harm or have scars), and it broke his heart seeing you so bad, he believes from the bottom of his heart that you deserve all the happiness in the world

Masa is always asking you about it, asking how do you feel, if everything is alright, if there is something bothering you, if there is something he can do to help you, he may not know what you are going through but he wants to help you

You will have to open up to him about your depression at some point so he could help you (and finally relax a little with the topic because he worries a lot for you), he heard all you have to say and even ask a lot of things too, he want to know everything he can but he has a hard time trying to understand it. Masa may doesn't fully understand what are you struguling with nor why you feel what you feel, but he isn't going to leave you alone with this

He will try to learn more about depression on his own, he will search and read a lot about the topic so he can comprehend what you are going through, and is for sure that at some point he will ask Tatsu for advice of what he can do to help you and make you life easier

One the mainly ways he try to help you is distracting you, he is always inviting you over to do different things like going out, to see a movie or maybe pay a visit to Tatsu and Miku, whatever he is planning to do you are always inviting to go, especially the days that he sees you down

He is really irresponsable and tend to forget to do daily task, but just to be able to help you he will try more to remember to do housechores and to do them properly, he wants to be able to take care of you when you feel like you can't

He doesn't like to leave you alone either, he had read that is not too good for depressed people to be alone for too long since their mind tent to play them tricks, so he prefer to stay by your the most amount of time he can, unless you really need time alone then he will leave you alone hesitantly

Also, Masa is not shy at all so he will always telling you how much he loves and apreciate you, how special you are to him (he sometimes say it dramaticly or like is nothing, but everytime he say it he mean it)

If you decide to tell him about your self-harm addiction he will heard you carefuly, since he is really worried he ask a lot of things and may even can seem rude or like he is judging you but he's not, is just that he can't fully understand it, that doesn't supouse to hurt? then why do you do it? At the end he admit that he doesn't understand why you do it but he wants to help you

Still, the first time he catch you doing it or just see that you have a recent injury he panics, he runs to you and hold you as gently as he can manage to inspect the injury, even if you already told him about it the thought of that injury being caused by yourself never crossed his mind, he asked you what happen thinking that it may be an accident (if he see just the scar he fear that it was someone else who hurt you)

He will help you take care of the injury at the best of his habilities, its okay if you don't want to say anything but if you tell him that you were the one who cause you the injury he will be shocked, he will stare at you for a moment before going back to help you

Masa doesn't want to say much about it unless you ask him, since he doesn't fully understand it he doesn't want to accidently say something that could make you upset or make you feel ashame (specially if you already feel embarrassed of it), so he just help you clean it and take care of it, maybe try to make a joke to light up the mode (but he's not making fun of you)

He will offer you to try and find other things that could help you, something where you can keep busy your hands and mind (it could be something simple like drawing or playing video games, or maybe even learning something, like how to weave or to play an instrument), whatever you want to try he will keep you company with it and will join you if you ask him to

He may doesn't have an addiction himself but for being in the yakuza world he knows how dangerous, serious and difficult things could get, thats why whenever you say to him that you have some time clean without self-harming yourself he congratulate you cheerfuly, it doesn't matter if is just one day or a whole week he is proud of you, and when you fullfil a while clean he will offer you to celebrate!

Also, he congratulate you for every improvement you have, like, for example, if you were having some bad days and you didn't want to do anything but that day you decide to get out of the bed or maybe you take a bath and change your clothes he congratulate you, he's not trying to babying you he just want you to know that he know how difficult this "small and normal" things could be for you and he apreciate every efford you do, even the smallest

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[hisbitchhh]

AYE A DRABBLE WITH MASA FROM FUKUMEN D. YK HIM RIGHT?? make it smut💗

Shut your horny ass up.😒

OF COURSE I KNOW WHO HE IS BITCH!!! HE'S DADDY. THE HOTTEST OF THE HOTTEST. Oh yeah.. this is WAY longer than a drabble. Sorry, babe...🥰

The Office Desk

Pairing: Masa Muto × fem!reader

Word count: 729

Genre:❤️‍🔥

Notes: I saw a spicy ass scene in this one drama that I'm watching, and holy shit, I GOT INSPIRATION.

Warnings: Vaginal sex, rough sex, fem recieving, no kinky bs just normal seggs.😜 Please don't read if you're uncomfortable with the mentioned warnings.

“Hey everyone ~” You greeted with a smile, walking into Your boyfriend’s workplace– or at least that was what he called it. Instead of anything being tidy and organized, the place was an absolute mess. Four big tables in the center of the room full of house phones, telephones, weed, cigarettes, bright lamps, and more. The smell of nicotine absolutely disgusted you, and everything was either dusty and old, or newly ordered with someone's stolen money. It was a club; The Cabaret Club. It was quite big for an illegal business, yet you couldn't shake off the vision of seeing Masa in jail because of so much stolen money.

The employees either hummed or gave you a wave in response, only paying attention to the amount of money that they received per delivery. You spot your boyfriend sitting on a spinning chair at a table, talking on the phone while writing something down on a piece of paper. Grinning, you strolled over to him, dropping your satchel down on one of the tables and placing a hand on his shoulder once you got to him.

“Hii~,” You say in almost a purr, smiling down at him with glossed lips. He glanced up at you, quickly glancing back down at the paper.

“Okay, 650… alright, perfect. Bye.” Masa murmured, hanging up the call and putting his phone down, leaning back in his seat with a sigh to look at you, raising a brow. “What? I'm busy, Y/n.” He licks his lips, running a hand through his wavy, messy hair. You frown, crossing your arms.

“Can't I say hi to my boyfriend? I haven't seen you in days.” You complain, plopping down onto his lap. Masa chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist, drumming your thigh with his fingers. “Did you miss good ‘ol Masa?...” He mutters questioningly, smirking up at you. Your smirk reflects his own.

“Of course,” You bite your lip, leaning toward his ear and sliding a hand up his baggy shirt. “I've missed all of Masa…” You run your hand along his abs, and he grins, shaking his head as his hand pulls yours out of his shirt.

“Not now, baby. I'm busy.” He yawned, leaning forward on his seat. A pout formed on your lips, and you huffed in annoyance. “Really? Not even after a week?” You hum quietly, scowling at the immediate decline. Your hand travels down to his sweatpants, licking your lips as you gaze up at him. “You don't miss me?...” As you felt the bulge under his pants, you chuckled. He was already hard. Masa let out a sigh, a soft groan escaping his lips. You smiled, your grin widening when he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

“Go into the office.”

—--

Your arms automatically wrap around his neck as he pulls you into the office, desperately pressing his lips on yours.

“Masa, wait– the blinds!--” You say between kisses, but he quickly shuts you up, biting down on your bottom lip.

“They can watch us,” Masa growls, ripping your jean shorts off of your body, his hands all over you, fumbling with your clothes and fondling your body as he pushes everything off of his desk, placing you down on it. You wrapped your legs around his hips, letting out soft whines as he kissed and suckled on your neck, allowing him to manhandle you.

“You were desperate for it anyway, weren’t you?” He groaned, pounding into you with such roughness that you almost lost your balance on his office desk. You moaned quietly in embarrassment of the other workers hearing you, but he soon enough quickened his pace in a successful attempt to make you louder, looking down at you with pursed lips, the bright sunlight shining on his body with a seductive glow as he viciously fucked into you, cock ramming against your walls like a maniac. You moaned uncontrollably loud, and he smirked at the sound of that, slamming into you in broad daylight.

“You like that, Princess? You like it?” His face inches closer to yours. “Quit fuckin’ around with me, baby. You know what I'll do to you,” He moaned out, holding you in place as he continued to push himself into you, throwing his head back in pleasure.

"This man will be the death of me," You always told yourself-- and you weren't wrong on that part.

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[greensagephase]

Making Tamales with Miguel O'Hara

Miguel O'Hara x FemaleReader

Summary: You make the first batch of tamales for the season with Miguel.

Word Count: 1,909

Warnings: Reader knows or at least understands Spanish; Reader knows how to make tamales; Miguel talks in Spanish a bit but translations will be provided at the end (italicized); teasing and smug Miguel; It's alluded Miguel and reader did it at the end

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As soon as Miguel feels the first chill of the season, he tells you it’s time to make tamales. You agree with him, of course, so the two of you plan an afternoon to make them. Miguel and you prep the kitchen. You have all the ingredients and supplies out from the leaves to the masa, the filling that the two of you prepped, and other items like the big pot where they’ll be cooked.

Miguel takes charge of preparing the masa. It only seems right as his large hands can get it just right and much quicker than you and your smaller hands. Of course, it also helps that this man is like a walking furnace, which means his warmth is perfect to help the melted lard mix in with the masa. His playlist is playing in the background, which is composed of music that he grew up listening to and that will help keep both of your spirits up as you make the tamales because he knows how exhausting it can get after twenty minutes of working. Thankfully, he has upbeat songs like those from Joan Sebastian such as “Tatuajes,” Bronco’s “Que No Quede Huella,” and Los Angeles Azules’s “Como Te Voy a Olvidar.” You notice Miguel bopping his head as he prepares the masa, his lips moving as he sings silently to the songs, which you can’t blame him for because he’s playing iconic bops.

Meanwhile, you prepare the leaves. You soak them in warm water in a large bowl, making sure to sink them with your hands so the top ones get covered, too. You dump the water out a few times, making sure the leaves are clean before you leave them to fully soak. You prep the pot and the containers you’ll be putting the tamales in as you make them before you put them in the pot.

At last, Miguel tells you the masa is ready so the two of you start. You’ve seen other methods on social media, but Miguel and you stick to the traditional method using spoons. The two of you take a seat and start and well, this is where the peace starts fading because the two of you start to get competitive. If you grew up making tamales with all your family pitching in to help “para terminar más pronto,” you know how competitive it can get with who prepares the most leaves. And of course, for you and Miguel, it’s no exception as you both grew up competing with your relatives.

Neither of you say it but you can tell. Miguel casually looks at the stack of leaves with masa you have ready. He grins to himself, knowing that he has at least three more than you when he looks at his taller stack. You notice his grin and force yourself to hide a frown, thinking it’s unfair. With his large hand, Miguel can cover more ground. He doesn’t have to turn the leaf on his hand so many times like you to cover the same amount of space even if the leaf is the same size.

You speed up, casually, of course. You don’t want to tip Miguel off. You want to win this, even though it’s silly, especially when you see his little grin like he knows exactly what you’re thinking.

“With this speed we’ll be done in no time, preciosa,” he says, trying to sound neutral but oh, you know when Miguel is teasing and he’s definitely teasing you right now.

You fight the urge to roll your eyes at him, knowing that will only give him more satisfaction. So instead, you nod and smile.

“I hope so. You know how the first batch of the season always hits different,” you reply as you pick up another leaf and quickly grab a spoonful of the masa. Your movements are fast and experienced as you spread the masa over the leaf evenly, but it still takes you double the time it takes Miguel to get one done.

And you’re not as slick as you think you are. Neither of you are. You both know you’re in an unofficial competition with each other now. The playlist Miguel has playing in the background is kind of forgotten at this point even when a song that you both enjoy is playing. You’re both focused on beating each other, though Miguel isn’t really worried, and you can tell. He feels so comfortable with his progress that he slows down, preparing the leaves in a calmer manner, unlike you.

It just makes him grin as he steals glances at you. And just when it looks like you’re about to tie up with him, Miguel picks up the speed again, whistling as he does so to whatever song is on now. It gets on your nerves, but you keep a neutral face despite knowing he’s doing it to annoy you. You pick up another leaf and grab a spoonful of the masa once again, wincing as the spoon makes contact with the finger you’ve been supporting it with this whole time. You can already feel the skin tender and sore, a sign that tomorrow you’ll have a full-on blister if not by tonight before you go to bed.

Miguel’s eyebrows furrow as he notices you wince. He puts his leaf and spoon down and walks around the table to you. You continue to spread the masa over the leaf, still trying to beat him when he takes your hand, the one that’s been holding the spoon the entire time. You begin to protest but he hushes you as he leans forward, bringing your hand to his face. You sigh agitated and look at him. Miguel is looking at your finger before he rubs his thumb over the sored area gently. He meets your eyes and gives you a small grin as he does so.

“How about I take care of the rest, preciosa? You can start on the filling with what we have already,” he suggests quietly.

You’re about to decline but he brings your hand to his mouth, kissing the tender and sore skin of your finger, while meeting your eyes. You shut up and sigh. You’re competitive but you know when to admit defeat. You nod.

“Fine. I’ll do the filling,” you mutter and retrieve your hand after he kisses your finger again.

“Muy bien,” Miguel replies, giving you a grin and kissing your cheek before he returns to his spot.

So, you finish making the tamales by putting the filling in them as Miguel finishes using the masa. And yes, you’re a little upset. Just because you know when to admit defeat doesn’t mean you aren’t a little sored about it. You always beat your relatives growing up, so you’re not used to losing this competition.

After putting the tamales in the pot together, Miguel and you clean the kitchen. You head to the living room and lie down on one of the couches once you’re done with your part, knowing it’s going to be about an hour before the tamales are ready. You turn on the tv, still feeling upset as you switch channels. Not long after, Miguel walks out of the kitchen drying his hands with a towel since he volunteered to wash dishes, which just made you feel crappy because he always volunteers to wash dishes to spare your hands from the harsh dish soap but especially today due to your sored finger; his kindness is like salt to the wound, and yeah, maybe you’re being a little dramatic but who cares.

He approaches you, throwing the towel over his shoulder before he stands behind the couch. He peers down at you, noticing the pout as you switch channels, and grins. He knows you’re sored over losing even if it was a friendly competition. He leans down on the couch and caresses your face with the back of his hand.

“¿Sigues enojada, preciosa?” he asks in a whisper.

Your pout becomes more noticeable as you turn to look up at him, meeting his red eyes. You stare at him, unable to stop yourself from feeling a little breathless at the sight of his face. You cuss internally because it’s so unfair for this man to look this good after making tamales. Some strands of hair hang over his forehead and he has a bit of powder flour on his cheek from when he was first prepping the masa. You lift your hand to his face and wipe it off gently.

“I wasn’t upset,” you reply, clearly lying, as you retrieve your hand from his face but Miguel grabs it before it’s away from his reach. He brings it to his face.

“Ah, okay,” he answers with a grin. “That’s good to hear. I thought you were a little sore back then. And not just from your finger.”

You snatch your hand from his grip and turn away from him, facing the tv and ignoring him. Miguel chuckles lightly at your reaction, clearly amused. He walks around the couch to the front and before you can protest, Miguel is over you. He has no problem moving you to his liking, placing you between his legs before he lies down on you.

“Miguel! Seriously?” you say trying to move but your efforts are useless when it comes to Miguel, who settles on top of you with ease. You sigh annoyed even though you’re in no discomfort because Miguel knows exactly how to position himself to avoid crushing you.

So, you just lay underneath him and turn your face to the tv as an effort to at least ignore him, though that’s a very challenging task because the man is on top of you and now his mouth is on your neck, peppering your skin with kisses.

“Andale, preciosa. Don’t be upset with me. We have a whole hour before the tamales are ready. You can’t avoid me. You can’t even leave the house. You know the rule. We both put the tamales in the pot, and you know what they say,” Miguel says, planting a kiss on your neck at the end of each sentence. “¿No queremos tamales pintos, verdad?”

You try very hard to ignore him but his warm breath, his lips on your neck, the weight of his body over yours keeping you in place always does something to you. And Miguel knows it. So, he uses it to his advantage. He continues to kiss your neck, eventually escalating to biting your neck gently, which instantly has you closing your eyes and whimpering underneath him.

Needless to say, the tamales weren’t the only thing that got a filling, and thankfully the two of you remembered to check on them once the hour passed by. You concluded the evening by eating some delicious tamales, definitely needing the energy after so much work.

As the two of you eat tamales, Miguel leans closer to your face and pecks your cheek.

“The first batch of the season definitely hits different,” he whispers with a grin, causing you to roll your eyes at him but now that you have food in your system and took out your annoyance on him, you grin back.

“I don’t know how but I’m beating you next time. So be ready,” you answer.

“Preciosa, I’ll help you win as long as I get to have you and tamales at the end.”

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Translation for italicized words: Masa - dough para terminar más pronto - to finish sooner preciosa - beautiful muy bien - very good ¿sigues enojada, preciosa? - still mad, beautiful? Andale, preciosa - come on, beautiful ¿No queremos tamales pintos, verdad? - we don't want painted tamales, right?; "pintos" is used here in place of "raw" (there are several myths (my family and I have never tested any) about tamales getting "painted," which means that some parts are cooked and others uncooked for different reasons, one of them being that the person who prepare the dough or the people who put them in the pot can't leave the house). _____

My family and I made our first batch of tamales this week and I just got inspired by it. Imagining Miguel mixing the masa got me in my feelings. 🥺 This is just based on my experience but other people who make tamales may have a different method(s)!

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara imagine #atsv miguel #miguel o hara #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara scenarios #spiderman 2099 #atsv x reader #atsv x you #miguel spiderman #across the spiderver fanfiction #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara x you #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara x y/n

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Contingent.

Commissioner by the very lovely @pale-horse-writing.

Pairing: Yandere!Warrior!OC x Reader.

Word Count: 3.5k.

TW: Dub/Con, AMAB!Reader, Mentions of Blood + Gore, Obsessive Behavior, Codependent Relationships, Unhealthy Relationships, Mentions of Past Trauma, and Possessiveness.

He returned from the battlefield only minutes before sunset, bathed in golden light and backed by the crimson sky. From a distance, you could almost trick yourself into believing you didn’t recognize him, that you didn’t know why a masked man carrying enough weaponry to supply the better part of a legion would be approaching your ramshackle home, but you weary mind was not so yet exhausted as to slip so easily into such pleasant delusions. Maybe, one day, you’d be able to find that escape, to allow yourself a world without such gruesome rituals, but for now, you didn’t have the time to be so optimistic, so hopeful.

For now, you had to entertain Hidemasa – lest he find himself craving pastimes less wholesome than vying for your favor.

Today was a worse day than most to be so closely tethered to reality. Even from the stone steps of your cabin, you could see the fruits of his labor, make out the scarlet blood dripping from his blade and splattered across his bare chest. A jagged cut had been carved into his right cheek, visible above the grinning mouth of his wooden mask, but you saw no other injuries save for the bruises and scrapes he brought on himself with his relentless training. Even the cut, as ugly as it looked, had probably been his doing; either a blow taken deliberately or his own work, committed with the shattered sword of a fallen enemy when he realized the battle had left him unscathed. He was many things – brutal, manic, unyielding – but Hidemasa had never been exceedingly strategic. To him, injuries were tokens that could be traded in for your attention. The idea that there would be a wound you couldn’t bandage was as foreign as that of an opponent he could afford to leave alive – something that scared and worried you in equal measures.

With a sigh, you shut your eyes and stood, an age-old injury protesting from somewhere deep within the scar tissue of your side. As you fought to ignore the pulsing ache, a pair of well-toned arms found their way around your waist, lifting you off the ground entirely and hauling you against Hidemasa’s broad chest. Thankfully, he remembered himself before you had to correct him, placing you back onto your own feet as delicately as a man the size of a mountain with the strength to match could. Still, his hands remained on your hips, his face soon buried in the crook of your neck, then the dip of your shoulder as he slotted himself against you. You could only be grateful exposure had left you numb to his constant affection.

Carved wood grated roughly against your skin. With no small amount of hesitation, you brought a hand up and raked your fingers through his long, untamed hair – tangled and matted with gore after such a long fight. You tugged, and with only a slight groan by way of protest, he raised his head, blinking curiously. “I saw the size of their encampment. Were there any survivors?”

There was a delay before his answer, and you reminded yourself to be patient. Speaking was still relatively new to Hidemasa. A well-forged weapon had no need to respond to its commands. “There weren’t.”

“This is not a matter you can take lightly. Warriors traveling in such great numbers might be here on behalf of the shogun, and a single survivor could bring—”

“There were no survivors.” His voice was gruff, his tone clipped, and yet, he practically keened into your palm, more than happy to melt into your touch. “Have I done something to upset you, master?”

It was a question asked with complete sincerity, his earnestness alone enough to lodge a tight knot of guilt in the back of your throat. You pulled away from him quickly, taking a step back. “Never, ‘masa.”  You paused, nodded towards the two straw baskets sitting by the door to your cabin. Fruit and vegetation spilled over the sides of each in excess. Personal trinkets had been nestled among the bare necessities, and you saw Hidemasa‘s on a palm-sized plush rabbit before flickering back to you. There was no doubt in your mind that it‘d be added to his ever-growing collection before the night ended. “A group of women from the village wanted to show you their appreciation for staving off the newest wave of invaders. Can you take them inside?”

You watched as he stiffened, cocking his head to the side. “You…” Speech was still new to Hidemasa, you repeated to yourself. He did not have the necessary training to disguise negative emotions so easily. Even if he’d been a better liar, the way his eyes dipped to your exposed chest would’ve given him away. “You spoke to the villagers? Alone?”

“They came while I was fetching water. We only passed each other briefly.” You, on the other hand, were a skilled liar. It would’ve been hard not to be, when Hidemasa provided so many opportunities for practice. Before he could linger on the subject, you beckoned him inside. “If I must, I’ll recite the encounter to you in its entirety later on. Right now, you need to bathe - I won’t have you tracking filth through our home.”

At the mention of ‘our’ home, he immediately softened, any jealous outburst delayed in favor of following after you like an overgrown lapdog. The overflowing baskets were lifted without a trace of effort and carried to your meager kitchen while you found your way to the back porch, where a carpenter had been kind enough to build you an outdoor onsen after Hidemasa saved his family’s farm from a group of pillagers. Your routine was well-defined, and you played your part dutifully – filling the stone basin and igniting the small stack of coal and kindling that laid underneath. Hidemasa didn’t mind the cold, but he’d be unbearable if you caught so much as a chill.

He appeared as you finished, already undressed and, for the most part, unarmed. With a quick glance to you and a nod by way of permission, he collapsed into the basin. Water sloshed over the stone walls, and you took your place behind him, running a comb through his now-damp hair.  He let out a satisfied groan, shutting his eyes and settling into place. “Heard there was going to be a festival in town tomorrow,” he muttered as you worked, barely audible. “Wanna go with you, to celebrate.”

You frowned. Handling Hidemasa was a balancing act. He was tolerated so long as he protected the village from greedy warlords and roaming samari, and you were tolerated so long as you were able to keep him in-line; a task easier said than done, considering his own strength had surpassed your own long before you’d ever met him. The fact that he had such a gentle demeanor only complicated things. Trying to read his expression was useless when he could strike down a hundred men without ever letting his smile falter. He didn’t have a taste for civilian blood, but he didn’t have to. A single misstep around you, and every man, woman, and child in the village would be cut down within the hour.

With a hum, you set down the comb and began to braid his hair with a rushed sort of swiftness. “What are we celebrating, exactly?”  

“Our anniversary.” He glanced over his shoulder, a slight grin painted across his lips. “It’ll have been five years since the day we met, come sunrise.”

You tugged the final strand into place. “I’d hardly think that’s something worth remembering. It took three weeks before I could believe you wouldn’t die in your sleep.”

“It was the happiest day of my life,” he countered, his tone one of dream-like wonder. “It was the day I fell in love with you.”

Something large and sharp lodged itself in the pit of your stomach. Another sigh, another moment taken to gather your composure before you pushed yourself to your feet and found your way to the edge of the basin. You took a few seconds to reevaluate his injuries (or lack thereof), but again, found only the cut on his cheek. You didn’t think before raising your hand to it, dragging your thumb underneath the thin line of tattered skin. “You were barely alive. You would’ve fallen in love with whoever filled your stomach and gave you a place to sleep.”

“Which is why I’m so happy that it was you.” His grin widened as he melted into your palm. “You loved me too, right? I know you do now, but—” His smile took on a shy lilt. “—did you love me back then?”

It was a familiar question, one he asked as often as he could afford to, and you gave a familiar answer. “Of course.” You leaned toward him, letting your lips ghost over the top of his head and lingering there. “How could I not grow to love such a devoted student?”

He didn’t laugh, this time, but purr – the sound reverberating from somewhere deep in his chest. Before you could draw back, an arm caught you by the wrist and dragged you into the scalding water, into his lap. Out of instinct, you made a weak attempt to straighten yourself, to pull away from him, but your pride crumbled quickly under Hidemasa’s strength and, with only a thin scowl and a half-hearted glare by way of protest, you settled against him, his chest against yours and his face once again buried in the side of your neck. Without his mask to act as a barrier, he was free to latch onto you, his teeth gazing over the curve of your throat before he found the target of his harsh affection: the tender patch of flesh underneath your jugular vein. His canines pierced vulnerable skin without resistance, and he groaned as fresh blood washed over his tongue, as he lapped over the fresh puncture marks as if in apology. Again, you fought the temptation to push him away, your hands finding their way to his shoulders as his fell to your waist, then lower – his calloused fingertips digging into your ass through the now-soaked material of your yukata.

With his face buried in the dip of your shoulder, he rutted into the knee that’d fallen between his legs, his agonizingly stiff cock grinding against your thigh. You’d been fortunate enough not to notice his arousal before being pulled into his lap, but you could only imagine he’d been hard long before he’d gotten into the water. Since he got home, if not from the moment he departed from you that morning – his head full of thoughts of victory and his body already aching for the reward he’d come to expect from you. Distantly, you heard him whine, saw a dark flush begin to spread over his pale cheeks, and for a moment, you could almost believe that this was not the bruised, battered, half-staved boy you’d taken in, but someone else entirely. For a moment, you could almost believe that a monster had crept into the home in the dead of night and taken away your poor student, leaving only this unsatiable beast of a man in its wake. For a moment, you could almost believe that you didn’t truly hate Hidemasa, but only pitied the creature he’d become.

Then, one of his hands fell that much lower – gazing over your hip before curling around your limp cock, and once again, you were freed from such juvenile delusions.

“Need you,” he muttered against your shoulder, beginning to pump his fist over your shaft in stunted, hasty movements. You weren’t hard, let alone excited, but if Hidemasa could tell the difference between his eagerness and your suppressed dread, if he minded the pained look that came across your expression as your cock begin to pulse against his palm, then it would’ve been impossible to tell. As always, he was more than happy to do the work himself, to grind the heel of his palm into your base and swipe the pad of his thumb over your tip until you were leaking in his vice-grip. His technique was sloppy, his pace prone to waning whenever his attention drifted to nipping at your throat or nuzzling into your chest, but he knew your body well. It was almost endearing, his clumsy passion, how whole-heartedly he devoted himself to your pleasure. It might’ve been, had you been more willing to endure that pleasure.

“Been thinkin’ about you all day.” A hitched breath, his cock jutting against your thigh. “I never wanna be that far from you again. Thought I might—” He drew back, allowing just enough distance between your body and his to slip an arm between you. There was a moment of relief, then a renewed pressure as he took his cock up along with yours, pumping his fist over both in tandem. His gaze softened, and your skin began to crawl. “Feels like I can’t breathe when I don’t know where you are. Think my heart might stop beating if I ever have to be away from you for that long, again.”

His pace grew more erratic, this grip tightening to a nearly painful degree. You winced, moved to tell him to be more careful, but a ragged groan cut you off as his mouth crashed into yours. Kissing, too, was an art he’d never taken the time to perfect, despite all the time he’d put aside to practice it. His tongue forced its way past your teeth as his lips moved against yours, teeth clashing against teeth as he did his best to suffocate you, to leave you entirely pliable under his touch. He wouldn’t. As far as you could tell, his greatest desire was not unrestrained pleasure, but mutual pleasure – for you to be as obsessed with him as he was with you. If something were to happen to you, if you told him to stop and truly meant it, he would. You had to believe that he would.

Not that you would ever get a chance to try. Hidemasa had not been taught to endure rejection, and he sought your approval so relentlessly - you could only imagine what your refusal would do to him. You could only imagine what his anger would do to you, after that kind of—

His hand flexed around your cock and for a blissful moment, your thought blurred and distorted before blotting out completely. Moaning into Hidemasa’s mouth, you came into his hand and, although he’d only received half the stimulation, he did the same – the evidence of his satisfaction splattering messily against your stomach. You would’ve been content to sit in the lingering pleasure, to let the aftershocks fade with his body pressed against yours, but Hidemasa was less lethargic; winding an arm around your waist and hauling himself upward. The basin was forgotten entirely, and with a clumsy haste, he carried you into your home, into the bedroom you shared with him. You were laid unceremoniously onto your unfurled futon with another messy kiss, another hitched whimper that seemed to fall from Hidemasa’s lips in fractured pieces. Hands that you’d seen crush skulls and split open rib cages came to rest on either side of your head, and for a moment, he hovered above you, dark eyes boring into your skin, kiss-bruised lips ever so slightly parted. For a moment, all you could picture was the blood on his chest, the battlefield’s worth of bodies the villagers would be burning long into the night.

Your hand found its way back to his cheek. You shouldn’t have asked, but you couldn’t seem to stop yourself – the question slipping out before you could so much as attempt to swallow it back. “Does it ever bother you?” His head lulled to the side inquisitively. “What we ask you to do, I mean. I know it’s gruesome work.”

His answer was delayed, and you ran your thumb over his cheek by way of encouragement. “I don’t like anything that takes me away from you,” he admitted, eventually. “If I could, I’d like to fight by your side again, but that’s—” His gaze fell to the scarring stitched into your side, and he shook his head. “Sometimes, I think it’d be better just to get rid of everyone else – everyone but me or you. That way, there wouldn’t be anyone left to fight, and we could always be together.”

You weren’t surprised. You couldn’t be, not he’d always worn his twisted heart on his sleeve. “That’s a rather callous solution.”

“Oh.” For the first time since his return, his lips quirked downward. “I’m sorry, should I… should I have said something else?”

He remained steady, but his voice shook, his hands curling into fists on either side of you. Of course, you rushed to comfort him and of course, he embraced your sympathy with enthusiasm – allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck, to draw him that much closer to you. “No, ‘masa, of course not – I shouldn’t have asked at all.” It was your turn to kiss him, now, although your affection was much more delicate than his own. You stopped yourself from pulling away until you were breathless and he was distracted, his concentration once again centered on rutting his cock (still hard, still leaking, you noted with more than a drop of despair) against your thigh. You couldn’t help but laugh, the noise more weary than amused. Still, it didn’t seem to make a difference to Hidemasa. “Do you want to take care of me, tonight?”

This time, there was no hesitation, his immediate answer coming in the form of an eager nod, an abrupt desire to paw at your clothes. Your sash gave out with a single tug and the damp material of your yukata was shoved aside; disregarded in favor of leaving you completely and entirely exposed. You let your head roll back, your eyes fall shut, but Hidemasa was far more proactive – straddling your waist as he aligned your cock with his entrance. There was only a moment of solace, of anticipation, and then, you were fully sheathed inside of him.

You’d tried alternatives, before, when Hidemasa was younger and you had yet to fully grasp the weight of your responsibilities. You thought it might be a more passive role, that you might just be able to close your eyes and allow it to pass over, but Hidemasa’s size made that impossible; even after hours of preparation, a single thrust had been enough to leave tears welling in the corners of your eyes as you begged him to pull out. You’d been unable to walk the next day, but this – his body on top of yours, your cock buried inside of him, the walls of his tight canal clenching around your length – was hardly better, only slightly less overwhelming than the feeling of him tearing you open had been. His back arched as the head of your cock brushed against something soft and sensitive inside of him, knocking his braid loose and leaving you trapped within an impenetrable curtain of pitch-black hair that smothered the world around you, swallowed everything that wasn’t Hidemasa, Hidemasa, Hidemasa. “Been thinking, and—” His breath hitched, and he rolled his hips, immediately falling into a steady but unrelenting pattern of rising and falling, grinding and rutting. “—I wanna marry you, master.”

For the first time in months, you felt your blood run cold. You only barely managed to stop yourself from shaking your head, from letting your revulsion show. It was a useless precaution – in his fervor, you doubted he would’ve noticed if you’d screamed, doubted he was capable of acknowledging anything save for the feeling of your cock fucking into him, of your nails biting into his scalp as your hands shot to his hair. “…think it’d be nice just to be able to call you my husband.” he went on, voice airy and concentration clearly elsewhere. You felt him clamp down around you and drew back sharply, only for Hidemasa to catch your wrist, to press your limp hand against his cheek, against the proof of his devotion to you. “Think it’d be nice to hear you call me your wife.”

“No, ‘masa, that’s not—” You were cut off by a ragged whine from Hidemasa, his hands soon braced against your hips as he started to ride you properly. The pleasure was rough and invasive, that sudden spark of heat enough to turn your body unbearably hot, and whatever you might’ve said was lost to the pure heat that coursed through your form. He’d caught you off-guard, last time, but you could feel him dragging you toward your second climax, see it on the horizon despite your best efforts to hold out for that much longer, to spare yourself the guilt of coming undone so easily for your former student. He was relentless, though, determined to split himself open on your cock, never happy unless you were buried as deeply inside of him as was humanly possible. He was warm, and tight, and you couldn’t stop your hip from snapping against his ass; your eyes clamping shut and your body going stiff as you came undone inside of him. Hidemasa wasn’t far behind you, his hand wrapping around his cock and pumping once, twice before you felt something thick and searing crash onto your stomach, your chest. You didn’t let yourself look at the damage, you didn’t let yourself look at him – letting your head roll to the side and keeping your eyes shut, even as you felt him shift, even as he leaned over you, your cum leaking out of his ask and spilling onto your thighs.

His tone was so light, his voice so innocent, you could almost believe it was a question posed out of love rather than obsession.

Almost.

“We’ll always be together, right, master?”

You couldn’t think, but you didn’t have to.

There was only ever one answer you could give, when it came to Hidemasa.

“Of course.”

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere oneshot #yandere oc #yandere warrior #yanderecore #yancore

[sockiestupidity]

Papusa Making-Miguel O'hara x platonic teen reader

Description; Reader is the complete opposite of Miguel and does not easily trust, reader gets caught stress making papusas at ungodly hours by Miguel💀Alternatively:Miguel unexpectedly befriends the newest addition to spider society over food

no spanish bc im a no sabo kid🙈(sorry if he seems too white for y'all)

warnings- lowercase intentional, bad writing/bad grammar, fluff, angst??, implied abuse/neglect, ooc miguel(acts a lot like peter b.???), not proofread, idk what else, let me know if i forgot anything🤷‍♂️ the reader is gn!!! reader is also implied to be nonverbal bc i said so🥰

also the povs slightly change at some points (just ignore it🙏)

first time writing a fanfic pls be nice :))

it was dawning 4:00 am and y/n still had yet to fall asleep, their mind preoccupied with anxiety and paranoia, they took a deep heavy breath, and tried not to close their exhausted eyes. they squeezed their eyelids shut, feeling a headache approaching, and as soon as they did, images of their past events played. they quickly shook their head, trying to get those images out of their mind. as grateful as they were for having a place to stay at hq, they could not help but think about the comforts of their own home. despite the imposing threats of their home, there was almost something cathartic about sleeping on an old bed that was on the verge of falling apart. the young spider's new housing situation felt too safe, too quiet…to… comfortable. as a new spider, they did not know for how long these types of comforts would ve provided without a cost. they almost never slept, as they felt as if they did, these comforts would suddenly gone, as if it was all a sick joke, or a dream

suddenly y/n felt something wet drip down their cheek. "am i crying?" they thought to theirself.

they took another deep breath in, trying not to hyperventilate. in times like these, y/n would usually either bake or cook (only when their parents were not present) or they would just straight up bottle their emotions. y/n sighed as they weighed their options. despite their brains constant paranoia as to what might happen if they get caught baking, they decided to go against their paranoia for once.

as y/n quietly treaded towards the communal kitchen, making sure not to wake anyone up (AN: i imagine that hq house is just a rlly big ahh house so that why theres a communal kitchen). as they looked through the contents available, they remembered that a previous spider had make masa recently, and had leftover masa that desperately needed to be used. y/n also recalled how another spider had previously made pickled vegetables and cabbage and ended up not needing it. this gave the young spider an idea. they swiftly grabbed out the needed ingredients for papusa filling. which included beans, cheese, and loroco. y/n decided to make vegetarian papusas just incase other spiders were interested in eating them. since they basically acknowledged no one in spider society, y/n decided that this could at least be seen as a token appreciation for being taken into the society.

they happily began mixing, almost forgetting the previous events that were plaguing their mind, until a large, menacing figure was seen in their field of vision. y/n suddenly stopped mixing, their hands now trembling with fear, panic clouded their mind, and their eyes began to blur, as they began hyperventilating the figure got closer. in response, y/n decided to continue moving back until they were trapped in a corner of the room.

the figure suddenly came to a halt, y/n looked up to the figure, not being able to recognize the harsh features of the figure.

the figure held a hand up, as soon as the figure did, y/n flinched. the figure suddenly donned what looked like a frown. suddenly, the figure began to speak, "hey, its going to be alright kid, i need you to breathe with me okay?" y/n nodded, still trembling with fear.

the figure began to count with their fingers, "just follow my lead, alright? in for four seconds, hold for seven, and out for eight, alright?" the young spiderlings breathing soon began to calm down after the figure repeated the exercise. soon their vision began to clear, and as soon as it did, they realized that the figure was the stoic man who led the spider society.

he suddenly spoke again, "everything alright?" y/n nodded.

"what are you doing up so late?" he asked the young spider. y/n noted how it looked like he was attempting to soften his features for them.

y/n just simply gestured to the bowl of mix, as well as the pickled vegetables and bag of masa. miguel nodded.

"i have never made papusas before but i have made tamales, could i possibly help you out?" he questioned.

y/n pondered. could they really trust this man? miguel's stature was huge, and could easily take advantage of them. y/n looked down, trying to blink away tears.

miguel attempted a look of sympathy towards the newest spider. he had felt so bad for not monitoring your earth earlier than he decided to. he had seen what had happened after it was far too late. it frustrated him, those events weren't even canon, he could've done something if he had known, there was no need for you to go through that much pain. going through his loss of his daughter made him sympathize with you, not only did you remind him of gabriella, you also reminded him of himself. he felt obligated to take care of you because of your naivete not only that, but he also didn't want to see you go down the same path of destruction he went down.

he took a deep breath in and out, "i understand why you don't trust me, and i respect that alright? but i just want to make it clear that i would never do those things to you. i want you to be able to trust me" he explained to you.

y/n looked back up. he seemed to be trustworthy op enough. after all, he was a grieving father, and seemed as if he had really cared for his daughter.

y/n gestured towards miguel, then to the abandoned products, and then to themself.

"you want me to help you?" he asked, wanting to clarify that he interpreted your gestures right. you nodded in response. he responded with a rare smile.

the two of you got to work, mixing the filling and placing it into the masa. after all the papusas were finally finished with shaping, he finally spoke up.

"maybe next time i can show you how to make tamales, we can even incorporate the banana leaves as well" he suggested.

you pondered his suggestion and nodded with a smile. even though you often did not trust adults, miguel seemed like someone you could trust, and you found it admirable that he was willing to incorporate your culture.

"alright kid, lets cook these" the two of you began to cook the papusas. when the two of you were finally done with cooking the papusas, and cleaning the area, most of spiders in the hq housing were awake, as it was around 6:00 am (AN: realistically papusa making doesn't always take that long but just ignore it for the sake of the story🙏). some of the spiders heading towards the kitchen commented on how good the kitchen smelled.

one of the spiderpeople looked towards you, "did you do this?" they asked. you gestured towards yourself and miguel, miguel simply looked away, "the big bad boss helped you out?" they questioned in shock. the spiderpeople could not believe it. the cold, harsh man had helped you, the timid new kid make food? but it seems that the surprised chatter was soon silenced as people started to eat your papusas.

needless to say that they encouraged you and miguel to cook more often.

AN: if u got this far tysm for reading, i rlly do appreciate it-feel free to leave feed back, or interact in any way🥰 i was inspired to write this bc despite the amount of miguel x hispanic reader works there were, i felt like most of them were targeted towards mexican ppl (or like some of yall forget that other latin countries besides mexico exist) and i wanted to see some rep for salvadorans

#across the spider verse #spiderman across the verse #miguel o'hara #x reader #platonic relationships #platonic reader #teen reader #miguel o'hara x gender neutral reader #spideverse #hispanic reader #platonic!reader #teen!reader #spiderverse x reader #atsv #hope you like it #let me know #running out of tags

[princessdimondheart]

Hot Tamales | Ghost x Canis! OC + TF-141 + Los Vaqueros

Pairing: Ghost x f! OC

Warnings: language, the bois simp for food

Edited: No

A/N: A little post for Hispanic Heritage Month, a day after it ‘ended,’ but it’s always Hispanic Heritage Month for me lol. My mom and I made tamales a few weeks back and that kinda inspired this. I know it’s not what you’re expecting that I update but I wanted to get this posted even though it’s late. This could be considered part of the It’s The Dog series but as a separate one shot. Canis is Mexican but it can be read as any Latina Reader.

Masterlist 

Character banner ©️ Me

🫔.

For the last day or so, Johnny not Ghost could find Canis and both were beginning to get a bit worried. So, Johnny asked around the base they were on if anyone had seen her. No luck until one of Alejandro’s Corporals said that she had been in the mess’ kitchen. Quickly sending a text to Ghost, Johnny made his way to the mess hall. 

An incredible aroma came from the large room the closer down the hall he went. Ghost was already standing at the doors waiting for him. 

“Ah, that smells so good L.t.” He grinned at the taller man. 

“Very good.” Ghost replied, shockingly in approval. 

Johnny was just about to push the doors open when a loud bang sounded from down the hall. It was Alejandro and Rudy. 

“Te dije, Rudy! The smell is coming from here!” The Colonel shouted. “Mmm… tengo hambre.”

“You were right, Ale. But who’s making them?” The two men jogged to where Soap and Ghost were standing. 

“You know what’s goin’ on, Alejandro?” Johnny questioned. “It smells really good! What is it?”

“No idea, amigo! Those are tamales!” He shook Johnny’s shoulder. “Don’t tell me you’ve never tried tamales before?”

Johnny shook his head and when Alejandro looked at Ghost, he also denied ever having them. Both Mexicans shook their heads. 

“Oh, you’re missing out!” Rudy looked at them with pity. 

“It’s only one of the finest dishes Mexican cuisine has to offer.” Ale added. “You’re in for a treat!”

They finally head in and see that a decent sized crowd had formed around the kitchen doorway. Many of them were practically drooling at the delicious smell. They made their way through the crowd and inside they saw Canis. 

Rudy called out to her first, “Canis! You’re the one making tamales?”

She turned around at his voice. “Rudy, sí. I’ve been prepping since yesterday and now the tamales are steaming. I think they’ll be ready in about ten minutes. Think you boys can wait?”

Canis was wearing an apron that had the Los Vaqueros logo on the front. Earlier that day, she decided she would make one with the 141’s logo on it. It was stained with mole, pork, and masa. There was a very large pot behind her on the stove filled to the brim with tamales. The food station was relatively clean after the mess she had made the previous day and that morning. She’d taken the time to put everything away and clean up. Although, there were still some corn husks left on the table. 

“Of course we can wait, lass!” Johnny called out from behind Ghost. Whose body took up much of the doorway. 

Then the group had the others waiting around go to sit at the tables while they waited for the tamales to finish cooking. When the ten minutes were up, the mess staff helped Canis distribute the tamales to the voraciously hungry soldiers and staff. They thought that the tamales would be gone by then but out came Canis with a large warming platter filled with tamales. 

“I saved a bunch for you guys, and there’s more in the freezer to be steamed later on.” Canis smiled at them, placing the platter of tamales onto the table. She gestured to the food. “Go ahead.”

Alejandro and Rudy were quick to place a hot tamale on their plates. They were not as careful to spread apart the corn husks and dug into the steaming meal. 

“Ah-Ah!” The two sucked in air to their mouths to cool off their burning tongues. 

Canis shook her head at the two traviesos. “Con cuidado! You’ll burn your tongues.”

“It tastes better when they’re hot and fresh.” Alejandro panted, still cooling his mouth. Canis rolled her eyes at him. 

On the other hand, the Brit and the Scot were going at their food at a much slower pace. They seemed to be enjoying themselves. 

“This is good, Canis.” Ghost looked at her. 

“Thank you, Ghost.” She smiled and her cheeks burned. Alejandro cleared his throat. 

“If a woman makes you tamales, she’s probably in love with you.” Alejandro smirked at her. The other men whipped their heads to look at her with wide eyes. Ghost squinted at her, an unfamiliar emotion in his dark eyes. Canis’ brow rose in question. “Who on the team have you fallen for, amiga?” 

“No one, Alejandro. I just wanted to make some tamales for everyone.” She side-eyed him. “It’s my Abuelita’s recipe. I was feeling a bit homesick so I made these to help cheer me up.”

Ghost hummed while Rudy and Johnny nodded their heads. 

“They’re the best thing I’ve ever eaten, and I’ve eaten lots of things, lass.” Johnny complimented. 

Canis chuckled. “I’m glad you guys are enjoying it.” She fiddled with her fingers. “I was worried that I’d mess it up or something. I even messaged my Abuelita about a few things.”

“Nothing to worry about Canis! They’re the most delicious tamales I’ve ever had.” Alejandro went to go back to eating but jolted upright. “Don’t tell my mama I said that!”

Canis and Rudy burst out laughing. Johnny grinned at them and Ghost ignored them. He basically inhaled the whole tamale in three bites, and was glancing at the plate of tamales. 

Canis noticed. 

“Who wants seconds?”

~~~~~

Bonus:

“They remind me of my grandmother’s tamales.” Rudy teared up. “I miss her.”

“Ayy, don’t cry Rudy.” She pat his back. “Here, have another tamale.” 

Canis placed another wrapped tamale on his plate before turning back to the stove to finish cleaning up. She didn’t see the glint in his eyes nor the smirk on his lips, but Alejandro did. 

“Rudy, you cabrón! That’s your fourth one!”

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🔖 Taglist:

@missroro @wobblywolf @animarix @islanderr @sae1kie @abbiesxox @frazie99 @undercover-smutlover

#Tamale enthusiast here!! 🙋‍♀️🫔 #call of duty #simon ghost riley #codmw2 #simon riley #cod #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #john soap mactavish #rodolfo parra #rudy #alejandro vargas #alejandro #sergeant canis #canis cod #canis call of duty #it’s the dog #it’s the dog one shot #one shot #ghost #cod ghost #ghost call of duty #ghost cod #ghost x reader #ghost x oc #ghost x dog handler oc #ghost x female oc #ghost x female reader #ghost x f!reader #ghost x latina oc

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

Killshot (Series Masterlist)

“… if I get to know her, then I might save her.” ~ c.

Series Description: The occupation as a member of SAS came with many restrictions and rules one had to follow to a dot. It could get even more intense for a soldier carrying a lot of trauma and not enough self-love, if any at all. Thank God, this lonely soldier meets a lonely florist one day, and as they say - animals have the best judge of character.

Pairing: Simon Riley x fem!reader

A/N: So, I was never into CoD. I was born and raised a gamer, but CoD had never seen the light of day in our household - until my uncle started gushing over the MW remake last year (at least I gathered it's a remake). I didn't pay much attention to the gushing and one day, randomly, Simon Riley started living in my head rent-free and hadn't left since. It's interesting to imagine what type of person Simon would be in day-to-day life and I like that the fandom is so diverse, doesn't matter which member of 141. Hope you'll have fun reading and hope you'll find my version of Simon at least a bit likeable.

Music inspo: Meet Me At Our Spot by the Anxiety, Killshot by Magdalena Bay heavily inspired by Mura Masa's self-titled album, namely by tracks Lovesick and What If I Go?

Trigger warnings: Dealing with anxiety, low self-esteem, smoking, alcohol usage, domestic violence (gets graphic in some parts), usage of violence, blood, Simon being an anxious sunshine, both of them being a broken mess, occasional depictions of readers wardrobe (girly wears glasses sometimes), MacTavish paired with an OC created for this fic while also being a menace, Price guest appearance (stealing everyone’s thunder), Gaz hangs out with our girly.

☀️ indicates fluff; 🌊 indicates smut; 🌪️indicates angst, potentially trigerring content

Ghost's tapes: P L A Y L I S T

Read here: 

1. The Genius Florist ☀️ (Word count: around 6.5K) 2. The Cactus ☀️🌪️(Word count: around 6.1K) 3. Her Song☀️🌪️ (Word count: around 6.5K) 4. Their Song ☀️🌪️ (Word count: 9.5K) 5. His Past (TBA, in progress) 6. Their Past (TBA, in progress) 7. (TBA, in progress) 8. (TBA, in progress)

#call of duty #cod modern warfare #task force 141 #lessgo 141 lessgo #i like each member of 141 wtf #like them bitches are so funny #simon riley x fem!reader #johnny mactavish #yea johnny is also here and my boy is getting married #we love to see a king thriving #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #john price #simon riley cod #john mactavish cod #kyle gaz garrick #two fishes in a tank

[chiquititaosita]

Hey! I happened to come across your blog and I absolutely love it! I have a request for a scenario if you don't mind? GN! Reader bringing Zoro to their family home to help make tamales 🫔 its getting close to tamale season so I thought it would be a cute and funny little scenario. Imagining Zoro being surrounded by your tías and them questioning him to hell and back and your little cousins thinking he's so cool they're doing everything in their power to tear him away from you 🤣🤣🤣

tamales and familia

zoro x gn latine reader

post type: scenario

bears note: Tlazohcamati/muchas gracias amor Im glad my blog makes you feel included and represented! have a happy holidays! omg the fact i was eating tamales this morning and this made me get all giddy inside I’d be gladly honored to bring this into the spotlight

contents: established relationship (zoro x reader),

the minute that you landed on your motherland of the island. you’ll hear kids cheering, drunk men doing gritos outside of the bars. Ladies laughing and dancing to the music. You’ll walk out of the ship taking a big inhale to let your mind settle down and take in the atmosphere.

“Well, go on, what are you waiting for?” Zoro will scan your body language and observe you. He understands your nervous. In fact he is too. it’s because this is the very first time meeting your family. He hasn’t considered anyone his family besides well you his partner and his crew.

“S-sorry, im just nervous, it’s been so long. I know they’ll love you. it’s just umm.” You’ll look at him and give the pirate hunter a gentle squeeze.

“It’s okay. we got this.” he’ll kiss the top of your head, and hug you back. gently nudging you to open the door. Once the knock on the door was made, you’ll see your mom talking to your abuelita through the window. Walking towards the door with your peripheral vision. your mom opens the door and sees you, dropping her plate of food she made for dinner tonight. Gazing at her child, alive and all in one piece. (I need to stop with these puns LMAO)

“Hola mama..” you gave your mother the biggest hug you could with all of your life.

“Y/n!!!” Your mothers (colored eyes) started tearing up. She smiled as you both laughed.

“Aye chingada!!! Look how skinny you’ve gotten you need to eat more!!” Your mom will grab you by your ear. “M’mama!! That hurts!!” You’ll groan in embarrassment as your tall moss head for a partner will snicker.

When you introduce zoro to your family, let’s just say your family is going to lecture him, and try to embarrass you.

“Nah!- mijo did y/n ever tell you about how they wanted conchas and they said panocha?!”you faced palmed, blushing in embarrassment.

“What does panocha mean?” he was confused and you explained to him, as he took a drink of corona. Spitting out his drink and wheezing. Joining your male relatives laughing. All this happened while you were prepping the masa mix for the tamales. you sighed.

“So you scoop the masa with the spoon and place it to the press, and press it.” you demonstrate the process to your moss head, he starts to sneeze after smelling some of the spices, and meat with the tamales. you watch him have flour on his face.

“What?! do I look bad?! Or what?!” he grumbled and crossed his arms tasting the filling, the tias couldn’t help but laugh at the fact that your partner had never had tamales. that was until when you gave him a sample.

“that’s really good…..” he blushed and avoided eye contact with your colored orbs. he’s trying to keep his “machismo facade.”

“Do you ever get lost when you and your crew are together?! “

“How would I say this?-“

“Yes.” you bluntly say drinking your agua fresca.

“Do you want some more food mijo” your abuela will guilt trip him..

“No- I’m g-“

“Mijo you’re too skinny have some more.” He couldn’t say no. he just ate all he could. Here are some things that your family says

“Why are you with y/n?”

“Is your hair really green?”

“Have you killed anybody?”

“does the carpet match the drapes?!”

“TIA!!-“

“Why do you have one eye?”

now when it comes to your dad and tios. Drinking matches are indeed happening. He out drinks them. I think zoro prefers the alcohol y’all have now (don’t forget sake of course). Of course zoro makes everyone laugh unintentionally with his stories of his life, as a pirate and as a boyfriend.

“Aye güey!! Y/n you have a good man to be looking out for you!” Your cousin is just in shock seeing how he crosses everything off their list!

Your cousin will mouth thank you to zoro, because your cousin is very overprotective and possessive over you.

When it comes to the kid tios and tias he tries to put two and two together. You just said “don’t worry about it.”

The little kids with the silver teeth will be taking zoros swords from him and attempt to beat him up. he pretends to play dead like. “Oh noooo I’ve been hit… if only there were some pirates to save a weak man like me.” It’s all sarcasm and the kids find it funny. It’s canon that zoro is amazing with babies and kids in general. So yes they’ll be little shits and zoro will chase them!

“Oi! Don’t touch those!! Those aren’t toys!!” There is this one time your little niece said that zoro’s hair looked like a moco (booger). Mans had never felt so violated by a child. Of course that little nina grown a special place in his heart. Because of you taking care of her when you both had to babysit.

Overall I think zoro making tamales and being at a carne asada is one of those times that zoro will never ever forget. Because it was filled with that feeling of acceptance he longed for from a family.

#zoro x latina reader #zoro x reader #Hispanic reader #roronoa zoro #one piece x reader #pirate hunter zoro #zoro fluff #one piece imagines #zoro x fem reader #zoro x afab reader #zoro imagine #one piece #zoro one piece #⋆˚✿˖° osita’s chisme time #ੈ♡˳ zoro x latina reader

[suguruslut]

The Way of the Househusband Headcanons (Masterlist)

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴 🇧‌🇾‌ 🇬‌🇼‌🇪‌🇳‌

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MASTERLIST BELOW CUT

Your first kiss

First date

Date night

Going to a carnival

You get a tattoo that matches theirs

Couple outfits

Your wedding (part 1/ part 2)

Telling them you’re pregnant

Going to a concert

General relationship headcanons: Masa & Tora

ˡⁱˢᵗ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᵘᵖᵈᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ʰᵉᵃᵈᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵖᵒˢᵗᵉᵈ! ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏˢ ᶠᵒʳ ʳᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ~

                                                     🐉 🐅 🐕

#househusband headcanons #tatsu x reader #tora x reader #masa x reader #yakuza #humor #masa the way of the househusband #the way of the house husband #immortal dragon #reader insert #fandom #manga #kousuke oono #tokyo #torajiro #couple things #established relationship #developing relationship #preferences #imagines #the way of the househusband #fluff #romance #dating #first kiss #wedding day #dates #couple outfits #living together #gwendolyn grimaldi

[hugejk]

hey every1 hugejk with part 2 of jude x hispanic!reader headcannons bc the last one got so much luv 😜🫶🏽🫶🏽

ordering a box of mexican candies and having him try each one no matter what he says 😈🙏

“this one looks spicy…” “eat it.”

making him some dishes from family recipes 🥹

like texting your mom or dad for the recipe just for jude to try ☹️🫶🏽

doing ‘copy and paste latina makeup’ on him 😭

“your eyebrows look amazing babe 🤩”

if your a few shades lighter than him he would definitely end up looking like a ghost 😭

TAKING HIM TO A QUINCE OMFGGG 😭😭

“get up we need to dance to this one!” “I DONT KNOW HOW TO DANCE 😢”

a few months prior you would definitely have to teach him the dances 🥸

giving him takis 😈💀

he’s like coughing and tearing up from just one taki 💀

“what *cough* did you put in this? *cough*”

jude would definitely want to learn curses in spanish 💀

if he learned it correctly he would say it without an accent just to piss u off

if you guys were together when you were teenagers he would definitely be in your quince

he wouldn’t know what a chambelan is so you had to explain it to him 😭

“uhm…what is a chambelan?…”

buying him evil eye bracelets 😛

you like basically interview him to see which evil eye would help him the most 😭

“do you struggle with any relationships at the moment?” “i don’t think so…”

making tamales with him omg 😭💀

making him spread masa on the husk bc that’s all he knows how to do

“babeee my arm hurtttsssss ☹️” “that sucks”

he would definitely eat raw masa tho 💀

that’s it for now bc i’m trying to think of more 😭 anyways you know the drill HIT THAT HEART AND FOLLOW ME FOR MORE BANGERS LIKE THIS ONE 🇲🇽🇲🇽🇲🇽🇲🇽‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

#jude bellingham #jude bellingham imagines #jb22 #jude bellingham one shot #jb5 #jude x hispanic!reader #🇲🇽🇲🇽‼️‼️‼️🤑🤑🤑

[rririsstuff]

sparkle x F!reader

genre: yuri, gxg, girls sex

rating: 18+

warning: rant, nsfw pov, kalau ooc atau menyimpang dari karakternya maaf soalnya saya masih pemula bikin fanfic 🙏

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jam menunjukan pukul 20:00 terdengar suara dari sebuah kamar mandi yang mana itu seorang gadis yang sedang membersihkan badannya

gadis itu nampaknya seperti sedang bernyanyi layaknya orang dikamar mandi pada umumnya. setelah selesai mandi, gadis tersebut beranjak dari bak dan shower, membuka gorden dan mengambil handuk dan hairdryer. setelah menyingkirkan air dari tubuhnya, gadis itu keluar dari kamar mandi dan dia menuju kamar tidurnya tanpa menggunakan handuk bahkan tidak menggunakan pakaian sama sekali alias telanjang

gadis itu kemudian ke tempat tidurnya dan mengambil novel yang ia akan lanjut membacanya. pada saat ia membaca novelnya tersebut, tiba-tiba ada seseorang entah bagaimana ia bisa aja membuka pintu kanar gadis itu tanpa ijin

"WOI! kalo mau masuk ijin dulu!" sontak gadis itu kaget, setetika tangannya menutupi area badannya yang bersifat 'privasi'

"maaf, lagian gw mencet bel lunya kagak keluar" jawabmu

"hah?! masa sih?!" tanya gadis itu heran

"ya gtw, gw mencet berkali-kali lunya tetep gk keluar-keluar rusak kali itu bel" lanjutmu

"btw sparkle jadi gk kita belajar buat ulangannya? sekalian kita ngerjain tugas bareng" tanyamu kepada gadis kecil yang bernama sparkle

kamu dan sparkle temen sekelas, cukup dekat juga sampai kamu merasa kalau kamu memiliki hubungan yang lebih dari sekedar teman atau bahkan sahabat tetapi kamu malah memendamnya dikarenakan kamu takut jika saja sparkle menolakmu

"btw gw boleh gk ikutan bugil kyak lu?" tanya kamu kepada sparkle

"heh?! ngapain hayo?" tanya sparkle dengan ekspresi sus

"ya salah lu lah, ngapain coba lu gk pake baju apalagi daleman sange kan gw jadinya"

setetika kamu melepaskan semua pakaian termasuk daleman, kamu menaruhnya di tempat pakaian di kamarnya sparkle dan akhirnya kalian berdua telanjang bulat di dalam kamar. sparkle melihat kamu yang telanjang bulat juga merasa horny dan vaginanya-pun mulai lembab

sekarang kalian mengerjakan tugas bersama-sama, kamu dan sparkle saling bertanya-jawab untuk menyelesaikan tugas kalian dengan cepat

"huh selesai juga" -sparkle

kamu melihat sparkle yang selesai mengerjakan tugasnya itu terfokus pada sesuatu yang dibawah sana, iya vagina sparkle terlihat mulai basah pertanda apa itu?

"btw gw tau lu sekarang maunya apa?"-kamu

"apa? lu juga sange kan? lihat noh pepekmu" sparkle menudung vaginamu yang juga mulai basah

"lu pengen juga kan? bilang aja" katamu sambil mengangkat tubuh kecilnya sparkle

sebenarnya dari bentuk dan ukuran badan kalian semua sama karena kalian sekelas dan seumuran tetapi kalau dari segi kekuatan kamu yang menang

sparkle sekarang duduk di pangkuanmu membukakan pahanya dan melihat vaginanya yang sudah basah sekarang

"sange amat lu, kyanya lu mau deh"-kamu

"anjirt"-sparkle

tanganmu mulai mengelus-elus vaginanya yang sangat mulus tanpa bulu itu, vaginanya sudah basah bahkan sangat basah karena kamu mengelusnya dengan perlahan membuat sparkle melepaskan suara yang sangat merdu di telingamu

"segini doang keenakan ya?"-kamu

"ahhh... nghhhh..."-sparkle

sparkle menerima sensasi yang belum pernah ia rasakan selama ini, ia sering telanjang bulat di dalam kamar pada malam hari tapi bukan untuk hal kyak gini sendirian apalagi sama sahabatnya

kamu melepaskan tanganmu dari vaginanya sparkle dan menjilati tanganmu yang basah dari cairannya sparkle. rasa manis yang happy membuat jadi semakin meningkatkan rasa untuk berhubungan badan dan seks dengan sparkle

kamu mencium bibirnya dengan lembut dan menggendong sparkle menuju ke ranjangnya dan kemudian ciuman tersebut menjadi ciuman panas setelah menaruh sparkle di ranjang

sparkle tidak menyangka kalau temannya ini begitu pandai berhubungan seksual apalagi dengan dirinya itu, dia berpikir apakah sahabatnya ini menyukai dirinya tetapi dia tidak mengatakannya alias diam-diam?

ciuman berhenti setelah mereka berdua mengambil nafas sebanyak-banyaknya. kamu kemudian turun ke lehernya dan mengecup lehernya sparkle dan membuat tanda disana bahwa sparkle adalah milikmu sontak sparkle tersentak kesakitan karena ulahmu itu

setelah di leher, ia kemudian turun ke dada dan menjilatinya dan setelah itu dia menuju ke susunya. meskipun payudaranya sparkle tidak menghasilkan asi, tetapi jika kamu menghisapnya itu akan menimbulkan rasa yang bisa saja membuat pikiran sparkle melayang

setelah menuju ke dada dan payudaranya, kamu turun menjilati perutnya yang sangat mulus dan sampailah di selangkangannya sparkle yang sudah sangat basah karena rangsangan. kamu menjulurkan lidahmu dan menjilat vaginanya sparkle, mengkulum kemudian menghisapnya

"AGHHHHHH!!!!......" sparkle tersentak demi tuhan ia tidak menyangka kalau sensainya seperti ini, bagaimana kalau dimasukin beneran? ah lupakanlah lagian juga keperawanannya gk sampai hilang toh mereka berdua sama-sama cewek kan?

sensai itu membesar kembali setelah kamu memasuki 4 harimu di vagina sparkle untuk memasukkan lidah dan mulutmu lebih dalam tentu saja sparkle ditimpa sensasi yang sangat amat luar biasa bahkan ia seperti ditimpa oleh reruntuhan

"AGHHHHH.... AAAAAAAAAA!!!! MAU KELUARRRRR!!!!"

belum selesai pelepasan, kamu malah melepaskan hisapan dan jilatan di dalam sana, sparkle melihat itu kesal

"apaan sih lu?! udh enak-enak ini malah berhenti!"-sparkle

"emang yang keenakan cuma kamu doang?" kamu terkekeh

sekarang kaki kalian saling mengyilang, posisi saling berbeda-beda dan kamu posisinya ada di atas sparkle vagina kalian menempel satu sama lain. sparkle tau akan ada di tahap mana

kamu memulai gesekan dan gesekan itu lumayan pelan, kamu mengenjang merasakan sensai yang belum di rasakan sebelumnya begitu juga sparkle mereka berdua pertama kalinya berhubungan badan dan seks bahkan sesama perempuan

"nghhh... s-sparkle"-kamu

"apa (y/n)?"-sparkle

"i love you... gw suka kamu dari lama tapi aku gk mau kasih tau kamu takut kamu gk suka sama aku lagi" kamu terus terang kepada sparkle kalau kamu menyukainya

"i love you tooo... gw juga suka lu dari lama dan gw pendem takut terjadi hal yang sama dengan kamu katakan" jawab sparkle

mereka berdua saling berpelukan dan berciuman. di sisi lain, vagina saling bergesekan semakin lama semakin intens dan kencang rangsangan dari mereka berdua meningkat tajam kalian berdua saling berpelukan erat dan vagina kalian menempel dengan sangat rapat membuatmu merasakan vagina sparkle berkedut kencang begitu juga vaginamu

"AGHHHHH.... (y/n) AKU MAU KELUARRRRR!!!!......" sparkle teriak memohon, ia sudah tidak dengan sensasi ganas yang menerjang tubuhnya yang sedari tadi ia terima

"tenang ya, kita akan keluar bersama oughhh..."-kamu

gesekan semakin kencang dan akhirnya kalian berdua sampai di pelepasan, cairan muncrat sedikit-sedikit karena vagina kalian menempel dengan sangat rapat sehingga kalian merasakan cairan kalian saling bertabrakan dan ingin masuk satu sama lain

setelah melakukan hal itu, mereka berdua akhirnya tidur karena kelelahan. kalian berdua saling berpelukan dengan penuh rasa cinta dan puas

"good night baby"

#honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #fanfic #sparkle x reader #female reader #yuri #gxg #fanfic id #fanfic indonesia #fanfic bahasa Indonesia #honkai star rail #honkai star rail indonesia #hsr pov #honkai star rail pov #honkai star rail smut #hsr smut

[solomons-poison]

I’m nervous cause I’ve never asked for a prompt, but here it is: Could I request 2 for the soft kisses for Masamune. Embarrassed Masa is my favorite. I understand if you can’t do it :). Thank you!

Hello hello! No need to be nervous, I don't bite~ I'd be happy to write something for you! I haven't written for Masamune before so I hope this turned out okay

(Requests are now closed upon posting this, but feel free to check out and share the kisses prompt for yourself!)

Date Masamune x GN!reader

♡ kissing their rosy cheeks when it’s cold out

Staying warm as the seasons changed in the Sengoku period was difficult, to say the least. It helped a lot to have Masamune's maids and servants assist in managing the fireplace and kotatsu, and adding straw beneath the winter-style futon you had. You'd admittedly grown used to the existence of modern heating methods in the present— central heating and electric heaters, as well as your sweaters and sweatpants— and wished you hadn't taken them for granted. Now, you could only rely on good old charcoal and the warmth of your warlord lover to hold off the chill of winter in the night.

Morning came, but the chill simply seemed to stay. No amount of layering or gathering close to the fireplace seemed to help remove the cold from your bones. While Masamune was working, you spent the day doing small chores that generated movement and drinking down hot tea, hoping something would help warm you up. But nothing seemed to work. All you could do was hope for your lover to come home and spend some quality time cuddling. Unfortunately, he'd left for a short trip by order of Nobunaga, leaving you to cuddle a wiggly and rebellious Shogetsu in his place.

However, unbeknownst to you, even the great Masamune couldn't seem to shake the cold either. Despite the maids advising otherwise, you'd gone to the front gates of his castle to greet him back from his trip, layered up and ignoring your shivering to hear the distant hoofbeats getting closer. Finally, the gates opened and Masamune and his small entourage came through, and the cold was temporarily forgotten as the happiness of seeing him filled you up.

You couldn't help running over right as Masamune dismounted from his horse. As you opened your mouth to greet him, you couldn't help but notice the red tint on his cheeks, giving him an attractive, boyish look. Unfortunately, his good looks were enough to distract you, and you felt your foot lose traction on a patch of ice, sending you forward into his arms much more roughly than intended. Masamune let out a grunt from the impact, but a moment later, both of you were laughing. After welcoming him home, you pressed a kiss to his cold, rosy cheeks, earning a tight squeeze in his arms.

In the midst of your excitement, you'd both forgotten the rest of Masamune's men were still in the courtyard just a few meters away. That is, until a couple wolfwhistles resounded, coupled with excited chatter. You could clearly hear the words "endearing", "romantic", and even an unexpected "couple goals", making your face burn hotly. Even your lover couldn't escape, a rare embarrassment filling his facial features for once. But as you looked back at each other, the embarrassment turned to love, happy to have each other's warmth again in the chilly winter season.

#masamune x reader #ikemen sengoku #ikesen masamune #ikemen sengoku masamune #˗ˏˋ꒰ minx replies ꒱ #the minx can write ✍️

[theanimewriter]

hihi its me again i have an idea for a scenario ( Deja vu ~ ) Soo basically I'm thinking of a chapter in the manga ( this one -> Ch 218 : Mom and Dad's kiss) where basically the shuuko (komi sans mom) and masayoshi (i think) try to kiss but got caught by masa's mom (komi sans grandmother) so what if it also happened to shousuke and the one who caught him is also his mom (a great little thing in the end is where the mom thinks of it and is like "ahh how familliar" or like deja vu? - 06/12/2022

I know you get Deja vu!

pairing: gn!reader x Shousuke Komi

genre:Fluff

Warning: Slight embarrassment!

Summary: You and Shousuke had evening going out for about a month or so.Still the two of you didn’t even have your first kiss yet.This is the day you both share that experience.(Let’s just hope that no one would interest you two.)

It has been so long since you went on your first date with Shousuke and after everyone found out that you two were dating,it has turn out ok in the end and everyone has gotten used to it.

Unfortunately,there is one problem that you two face (Mostly Shousuke) and that would be Hitomi.She’s the one that bugs you two and teasers your guys relationship.She mostly mocks Shousuke for able to get such a good-looking and amazing person such as yourself to be all his.I mean-who would she been if she didn’t mess with her little bro.

Lately,she has been more persistent towards Shousuke than ever before. Shousuke was sitting at his desk and when the bell finally rings to tell everyone it was time for lunch.Of course,everyone try to ask Shousuke to join them and as always he just walked away.Why would be have lunch with them,when he can have lunch with you.

Right before Shousuke was able to meet up at your spot that you two usually are together,Hitomi was able to catch up to him.(pray for Shousuke) “HEY! Little bro.” Hitomi wrap her arm around Shousuke’s shoulders.”Where are you heading to?” Hitomi said in a joyous voice of hers.All Shousuke did was stare at her and walked away.

“Aww,come on! Why are you being on moody?” Then it hit Hitomi of why he wants to leave faster than normal, “OH!~~~ You just want to see your little lover,don’t you~” Hitomi can’t help but mock Shousuke every time he wants to see or be near you.

Then Hitomi randomly asked, “Can I join you two?” Then there was about two minutes of Shousuke and Hitomi standing there.When this happens,Shousuke just gives up after a while,but strangely enough-he’s not doing that.

Hitomi was a bit confused at first than she got an idea and said “I get it.You must want Y/N all to yourself so you two can make out or something,ya?” That Hitomi for you,putting things so bluntly without realizing it.

Wildey when Hitomi took another look at Shousuke after she made her joke,she saw how red he looked.Well-his whole face wasn’t red, but rather the tip of his ears are.(This is Shousuke we are talking about.)

When she saw that,she couldn’t help but make it all the more worse for him.”What~~Are you trying to say you two still didn’t kiss?Even through you been together for so long?!Poor Y/N,I bet they been having to wait so long for you to man up,HuH!!~~”

All Shousuke could do was stand there are suffer for whatever time that Hitomi was teasing the hell out of Shousuke,just for not kissing their lover.Plus,he also miss way of lunch with you and Hitomi join him and you anyway.(much to Shousuke distaste)

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After school has ended,Shousuke took you to his house, where you two spent your afternoon in his room.

You did notice how strange Shousuke was acting.He was more fidgety than he should be and nervous or maybe uncomfortable? It’s hard to tell because he never been like this around you.

To Shousuke,he has evening wanting to kiss you,these just one problem;he doesn’t know how to ask or do it without feeling out of place.It’s his first time have a lover and let alone kissing them,so it a little strange for him.

So now,Shousuke has been starring at you for about an half hour and it’s getting more intense as time goes on.”uh…Shousuke is something wrong?” All Shousuke did was stare more but it did look like he want to say something…or maybe do something.

You have been with Shousuke for a long time so you know what he wants just from a look and he has been doing it for a while now,so…”Shousuke,do you want to kiss?”

That took Shousuke by surprise but nevertheless the less agree to it with a nod.

“Alright then.” Rather if you were nervous or confident it was still a lot to kiss a boy such as him.

You and Shousuke sat on the floor in front of each other.He grab you by the shoulders, while you held his waist and when you did that you did feel him shiver a little.

“Are you ready Shousuke?”

All Shousuke did was swallow and hummed to Indicate that he wanted to do this and was more than ready to go through with it.

Just as you started to lean in and getting close enough to feel his breath and smell his lovely sent,you and him heard the door open.

“Huh?” Was all that Shuuko (Shousuke mom) had said when she saw you two.All she did was smile and said, “I’m sorry for interrupting,I just wanted to bring you two some snack but I see you both need some alone time~ Remember don’t get to carry away~” Shuuko chuckle and then put the drink down on Shousuke desk and left you two be.

After she left you and Shousuke agree to kiss only if the door is locked or you two are alone for sure.(A very traumatizing experience for the both of you.)

ఌఌఌ bonus ఌఌఌ ▼・ᴥ・▼ఌఌఌ scene ఌఌఌ

“Yes and then I walk on them when they were about to kiss!”

“Really!how cute.”

Shuuko was talking to her sister-in-law (Ryouko) about what she saw today of what you and Shousuke was doing or about to do.

“You know that reminded me when I was younger,like how mom (Masayoshi mom) walked in on us trying to kiss as well.I was so embarrass that I couldn’t even explain what was happening.” 

“It really is cute,I guess it runs in the family~” Ryouko snickered.

“Hahahah, I guess it does~oh my,it’s like deha vu.” Shuuko said.

Truly it was very nostalgic to see that again,even through it may have embarrass the both of her son and soon to be child-in-law,but it was fun to remember how fun it was for her back then.



#headcanon #anime boy #x reader #anime #romanticism #gn!reader #boyfriend #komi can't communicate #komi san wa komyushou desu #shousuke komi x reader #kissing #getting caught #young love #scenario #komi doesn’t need to communicate #Shousuke komi #komi Shousuke #Shousuke #shousuke x reader #anime x reader

[narumika]

Hello!! How are you doing??

I hope you wouldn’t mind me send thing this request ^^ i also saw your listen to masa and I really enjoy her music so I wanted to request something! now without further ado…

Could I request Any of the twst characters you like With a S/O who makes similar music to MASA WORKS DESIGN??

Thanks my friend!! Have a wonderful day ^^

Signed As: 🇵🇱 Anon

MUSICIAN!

jamil viper x gn!reader | no warnings

a/n; MWD IS MY SHIT secret story is the best story of his frfr

— he’s surprised at some of the art and lyrics, and how gruesome some of it can get. but the instrumentals always surprise him. being able to incorporate traditional instruments alongside more modern sounds? absolute talent.

— he brings up the topic of using instruments from his hometown and asks if you’d ever consider incorporating them, since he just wants to know how you’d pair them with the other sounds used in your music, or the lyrics you’d use. he’s absolutely astounded by the song you create!

— he’s super proud of your talent, i like to think he keeps a diary and he definitely writes about you and your music. nothing bad! just compliments and small critiques.

— he’s danced to a few of your songs, with of without your knowledge. he finds the beats and sounds easy to dance to.

— if you ever made a story with him as a character he feels super special (even though he won’t say it). he revisits the songs a lot and probably have a special place on his playlist.

#jamil viper #jamil x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst