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gay-dorito-dust · 17 days

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Hii sweetie, how are you? Are requests open rn? I'm soooo sorry if they arent and i'm botherig you, but can i make a sugestion please? How would batboys (including bruce if possible) would "react" to missing you while on a mission? And maybe in the end the reenconter? Just an idea❤️

I’m sorry that it’s taken me this long to write this and I hope that it’s everything you want and more.

Dick; sits and sulks as he stares at his phone.

I’m joking…or am I?

He’d be mentally counting away the hours before he came back home to you once more. He tries to act professional and keep a level head seeing as how leaders aren’t meant to have room for errors, he’s learnt that the hard way many times. But he can’t help but yearn to be in your arms and fall into the deepest sleep ever knowing that you were close by and above all safe.

He would use this as motivation to get through the long, long night of patrol in hopes of making time take pity on him and go just that little bit faster, just for his selfish convenience. He just so desperately wants to see you and Hayley cuddled up together on your shared bed, or watching a movie together if you were still awake this late at night. You held a piece of his heart without even knowing it.

So when he feels the patrol come to an end, he’s gleefully beating the piss out of the goons he’s come across with a smile across his face. It’s borderline terrifying image that will forever remain burnt into the deepest parts of his teammates memory for a good long while.

The minute Dick came home and you so happened to be waiting for him, he was already scooping you into his arms and holding you close to his chest as he buried his head into your neck.

‘I missed you.’ He murmurs.

‘I’m pretty sure that’s my line you’ve just stolen.’ You joked as you ran your hand through his dark hair, relived in seeing him home safe and unharmed.

‘Well it’s my line now because I really did miss you,’ Dick said, tightening his hold on you, ‘you we’re all I thought about tonight and how much I wanted to come home and be where I want to be most, in your arms.’ He adds tired and you couldn’t help but coo softly at him.

‘Aww Dickie bird.’ You began. ‘You sound about ready for some much needed sleep.’

Dick lets out a deep sigh as he practically slumps against you. ‘That sounds like a good idea. Is Hayley in bed?’

‘Yes.’ You answered, rubbing his back soothingly.

‘Her bed or ours?’ Dick asks.

‘Do you even need to ask?’ You reply with a chuckle and from that alone did Dick get his answer.

Jason; he’s a little impatient with having to wait to come back home to you, so much so that it tends to end with him brutalising his adversaries more then usual.

Whoops.

He doesn’t apologise at all.

He was so use to coming home to a empty apartment after patrol that long nights like these never use to bother Jason, as it often meant he had something else to do other then stare up at his ceiling, waiting for sleep to catch up to him. Now that he had you however, all Jason wants to do was come home as soon as possible just to catch a glimpse of your sleeping figure on his -now your- bed.

He’s grown addicted to being at your side no matter what that being apart from you for prolonged periods of time made Jason feel hollow, as though he was missing a vital part of himself somewhere and that vital part was you.

So when he gets home he’s already dropped his helmet off somewhere and kneeling before you as you held his face in your hands and groaning as he presses his face further into your hands.

‘I’ve missed you so much tonight chipmunk.’ He admits.

‘I’ve missed you too jay bird.’ You replied, pressing a kiss to his nose, squealing when he stole a quick peck from your lips as you smacked his bicep shortly after. ‘Someone’s feeling particularly loving tonight.’ You add.

Jason groans as he looks up at you with his pretty, pretty eyes that never fail to take your breath away. The mere image alone of this six foot something man kneeling before you was enough to make you feel like the most powerful being in existence. ‘Is it blasphemy for a man to show his partner how much he’s missed them now?’ He asks and you couldn’t help but laugh as you pressed another kiss to his nose, pulling away enough to see him smile dopily at your kiss.

‘No, but it would be great to be warmed ahead of time before you try to steal another kiss.’ You said and Jason smirks. ‘So you’re telling me there is going to be a next time?’ He says teasingly.

‘Don’t let it go to your head hotshot.’ You reply, grabbing one of his hands and pulling him towards the bedroom.

‘I think I already have sweetheart.’ Jason says with a smile, happy to be home.

Bruce: keeps tabs on you during patrol whilst also remaining vigilant and dedicated to the task at hand.

Bruce was a master at multitasking.

He would always make sure you were safe and decried whenever he got a couple minutes to breathe on his own. He even has a special alert made for you in the instance where you were in danger walking home.

He even finds himself looking at shops you’ve told him about going to, but never doing so due to scheduling conflicts and making a mental note to take you there as a treat to spoil you rotten.

Bruce had more experience in neglecting his own wants and needs for the betterment of Gotham and everyone living in it. So while he may miss you dearly, he knew that his dedication to bettering Gotham’s crime rate one villain, underground drug syndicate, crime lord at a time outweighed that greatly.

So the moment he comes home to you he smiles softly as he allows you to remove the cowl from his head, gently place it down elsewhere, before moving on to wiping the black makeup clean from his eyes.

Bruce knows he could easily done it himself but much rather prefers it if you were the one to do it instead, as it often allows him to have a moment alone with you. No interruptions nor distractions could make him break his gaze away from yours.

‘You’re doing Gotham a whole lot of good Bruce.’ You tell him as you finished wiping off the last of his eye makeup that he puts on under the cowl. ‘ Not many people would be willing to try to keep a dying city alive. Im so proud of you for doing the unthinkable.’ You add as you press a kiss to his cheek.

‘Someone’s got to shoulder the responsibility of this town and I’m more than willing to shoulder that responsibility everyone else who can’t.’ Bruce replies as he takes your hands in his own, kissing the backs of them as his thumbs caressed each of your knuckles. ‘But coming home to you reminds me I’m not alone in this endeavour and I don’t know how to thank you enough for standing by me.’

You smile. ‘You don’t need to thank me at all, just take care of yourself alright? We don’t want the Dark Knight running on fumes now when he’s just getting started.’

Damian: naturally goes by his father’s example and remains focused on the task at hand.

He was trained for long nights like these but you’ve become somewhat of a problem during them.

Damian had often found himself sat on a rooftop somewhere, looking down at two people enjoying the other’s company, and immeditly starts to imagine that it was him and you instead.

He hates how easily his mind drifted towards you during patrol with his father or his other siblings but he just can’t help it but crave for your presence. It makes him feel weak and vulnerable but ironically he doesn’t hate it as much as he probably should’ve. He’s even found himself wanting to count stars with you at one point during patrol until he got him act together to take down a few goons.

He doesn’t admit this to anyone as he’s already felt embarrassed enough that he didn’t needed to be embarrassed even further by the miscreants he’s made to called his family. For he knew they’d never let him live it down for being so caught up on you, they’d called him everything their small minds can come up with for the sake of teasing their younger brother.

So when he comes back to you, he doesn’t say anything other than hugging you uncharacteristically tight against his chest.

‘Someone’s missed me.’ You joked but when Damian didn’t say anything but tighten his grip on you and huff did you change your tune. ‘Oh you did. If it’s any consolation I missed you too.’ You add as you both stayed there in each others arms.

‘Just…hold me will you…please.’ He said softly as he sunk further into your embraced and he closed his eyes, secretly happy to be back home with you.

‘I’m fine with that.’ You replied as you concede to his wishes, just happy to see him home in one piece.

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tinfairies · 8 months

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About the Spice Prompt List 😶‍🌫️

4, 31, 40

Aaand character sugestions: Law, Luffy, Shanks

Please

Monkey D. Luffy, Shanks x AFAB!Reader

Exhibitionism, vibrators, orgasm denial

AN: I left out Law because I haven't seen the anime in years and I'm afraid I'll butcher him horribly

Monkey D. Luffy

He'd really done it this time. Luffy tries to be a good boy, but it's hard. Especially when he's bored, which is almost all the time.

You can't get anything done when he's hounding you for attention, so you get an idea.

"I want to play a game."

Luffy is excited by this idea, but he's going to be sorely disappointed when he realizes your full plan.

He's laid on his back in bed, a bullet vibe tied the tip of his cock, and it's been set to high.

You told him that if could hold his orgasm until you're done with work, then he can fuck you all night long.

Luffy didn't think of the technicalities of that agreement before he was nodding eagerly and pulling his clothes off.

You're sat at the desk across the room, finishing something or other. Truth be told, the work had been finished nearly 30 minutes ago, but you just wanted to torment Luffy a little longer.

He'd been a whining mess since the beginning, but after about 15 minutes of his cock throbbing and bouncing against his stomach, he began to beg.

"Please, please. Can't I just touch myself? I can make myself cum, you don't have to touch me!"

You reminded him of the agreement which earned a loud cry from him. It was hard not to give in, you'd stolen glances at him as you worked. The sight was absolutely divine.

His tummy was soaked in precum and his cock looked painfully hard and red. The sheets beneath him were wrinkled from how tightly he gripped them. Part of the agreement was not being able to touch himself.

You're shocked he'd actually lasted this long. You expected him to have cum all over himself within minutes, but he's determined to prove how much of a good boy he is.

Maybe you'll stop torturing him and let him finally drain his balls.

Shanks

"Started without me princess?"

His voice startles you, and you stare at him wide eyed.

Shanks is leaned against the doorframe, staring you down, a smirk on his lips and a devilish glint in his eyes.

You pull the vibrator from your clit, expecting him to come to you and make you feel good. He just clicks his tongue.

"No no, if you're start without me then you're gonna finish without me."

He sets himself in the chair by the desk, looking at you expectantly. You feel like prey under the eyes of a predator.

"Well? Show me how you get yourself off."

You press the vibrator against yourself again, your hips jolt as it hits your clit. The delicious waves of pleasure washing over your body once more.

Your thighs are wet with slick and sweat and you close your legs to feel more friction. Shanks narrows his eyes at this, "Darling, how am I gonna be able to see that beautiful, dripping cunt of yours if I you got your legs shut?"

He moves forward and grabs your knees, spreading you open and smirking at the sight.

"That feel good princess? Better than my fingers?"

You quickly shake your head 'no' and a whine leaves your lips as your orgasm draws near. Your wrist swivels the vibrator and you gasp at the pleasure.

Shanks admires your body, sliding his hands up your thighs and using his thumbs to spread your folds.

"Fuck that's good."

#one piece smut #one piece #one piece x reader #op x reader #op smut #opla x reader #opla #opla smut #luffy x reader #luffy smut #monkey d luffy #shanks #shanks x reader #shanks smut #Smut #Headcanons

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lukespookie · 2 months

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sweetheart. | luke castellan x f! child of ares!reader

about - "i need you more than i want to." - camila cabello

warning - smut, all characters are 18+, petnames, oral (f receiving), luke is MEAN. brat taming sorta kinda maybe

a/n - guyssssss i luv enemies to lovers im gonna SOBBBBB anyways i hope this is good lmao

here you two sat. in mr. d's office while he yells at you for fighting again. it wasnt even in a in trouble way, more of a shut the fuck up and get along kinda way.

but it wasnt your fault!!

it all started when you were training. you were extremely upset since luke had, once again, beaten your team at capture the flag. you had such a good plan too!

then, luke just had to come on over and brag.

"you look a bit tense, sweetheart. don't tell me your upset that we won?" luke smirks from behind you, making you turn around.

"you only won because you cheated." you say, your eyes squinting.

from there, it basically turned into you insulting each other back and forth.

you hadnt always been like this. there was a time when you two were the best of friends. but you were driven away by your siblings since the ares cabin and hermes cabin hated each other

so now, here you were getting chewed out all because luke is cocky!!

"you two are both banned from capture the flag until next month." mr. d says, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"what?!" you and luke say in sync.

"luke started it! this isnt fair!" you groan, standing up from your seat.

"how did i start it? you're the one who started being rude!" luke argues. the two of you ramble on and on before mr. d gets fed up at kicks you out.

you and luke walk outside of the big house, burning in anger. leave it to luke castellan to ruin your month!!

his stupid handsome face is always getting on your nerves! and what annoys you the most is that you cant stop thinking about him.

mostly at night, when you touch yourself in your bedroom. luke is who you think of. but who can blame you?! hes just soso hot when you spar, sweat dripping down his forehead and his chest heaving. :(( his veiny arms tense as he holds his sword and swings it with ease.

and gods, his lips!!!

"you started it!" you repeat, annoyed that he was blaming it on poor lil you!! :((

but, thats when you get a genius idea. you had to find a way to put luke in his place, and thats what you had.

as a child of ares, you had the power of telumkinesis, the power to curse your opponents' weapons and transfigure any object into any weapon. you could also change the weight of your opponents weapons, which is exactly what you planned to do.

"we could settle it with a spar?" you sugest, shrugging to look as natural as possible!!

"you're on." he smirks.

you get dressed in your camp half-blood shirt, cut and fitted to be shorter and tighter, and some jean shorts. you throw on your super dirty, red converse and grab your sword, walking to the arena to spar.

you see luke and look down at his hand, holding his sword.you stop walking and.. okay, how does this shit work?

you stare at the sword, focusing only on that and eventually lukes arm drops a bit and he brings his sword up to his face and examine it. it worked!!!

you walk over, feeling as confident as ever.

"you okay, castellan? you look a bit stressed out." you smirk, making him snap around to face you, a scowl on his face.

"what'd you do to my sword, daughter of ares? dont think im dumb." luke snaps, making you scoff.

"i dont know what you're talking about." you shrug.

luke looks around before snatching you wrist, his grip tight as steel as he drags you into the forest.

luke ignores your insults and protests as he pins you to a tree, his hands on your waist and him towering over you.

"not so strong now are you? hm?" he growls, grabbing your face.

"l-luke.. this isnt funny.." you whisper, stomach twisting into a billion knots. "wasnt tryna be" he mutters, grabbing your sword and throwing it gods know where.

"so fuckin' pretty when you're not talking." he sighs looking at you for a moment before connecting your lips.

he kisses you sloppily, not caring to try to use skill. you're stunned for a moment before you kiss back, kissing with as much desire as him.

he pulls away. "shit, can i?" he breathes, making you nod rapidly.

he unbuttons and unzips your jean shorts, tugging them down and letting them pool at your ankles.

"gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart." he mutters, kissing your cheek before he kneels down in front of you.

he rubs his thumb over the wet spot on your panties with a groan, making you shutter.

"you're soaked." he smirks. he pulls your panties down and your pussy is connected to it with a string of wetness. "fuck, who knew you were such a whore?"

he digs in, lapping at your swollen clit like a starved man. your hands find their way to his messy curls, tugging as hard as possible out of spite.

he slightly pulls away. "don't tug so hard." he mumbles, arousal all over his chin. you push his head back into your cunt, moaning when his nose connects with your clit.

he thrusts his tongue in and out of your hole, making you cry out and tug his hair hard. "pull my hair like that again and i'll stop." he warns.

you quickly move your hands to his shoulders, not wanting him to stop eating your cunt.

he goes back to pushing him tongue inside of you, your moans and cute noises egginng him on.

"fuck, luke! dont stop, dont stop." you cry out, back arching off the tree.

he pulls away, breathing heavily onto your cunt. "im not baby, im not."

he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue on it.

"luke! cant, its too much!" you sob, trying to push his head away. "you can take it. you'll take it."

your orgasm crashes over you, shuttering as luke licks it all up.

he stands up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

you notice the prominent tent in his pants, making you frown. "what about you?" you ask, looking up at him.

"just gives me a reason to see you again." he shrugs, kissing your cheek.

#luke castellan smut #luke castellan #luke castellan x you #pjo series #percy series #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo fanfic #pjo tv show #luke castellan fanfic #luke castellan angst

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4wkjun · 4 months

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rude | lhs

pairing: lee heeseung × afab!reader

summary: heeseung has never loved anyone as much as he loves y/n. y/n’s father has never hated someone as much as he hates heeseung. but it doesn’t matter, heeseung’s gonna marry y/n anyway.

contains: heeseung riding a motorcycle (🥵), smoking, cursing, toxic father, sugestive.

obvious note: inspired by magic!'s rude (don’t kill the magic, 2014).

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“marry me” heeseung said, looking at you. you were laying on top of him, his own body occupying at least 80% of his mattress. you laughed, covering his mouth with your hand.

“stop saying that!”

“i’ll stop when you say yes” he said in a muffled tone behind your palm. his long fingers wrapped around your wrist and he kissed your palm before removing your hand from his lips. his other hand held your lowerback as he turned the both of you on the mattress, laying your head in his arm. “you know i can make you happy.”

“you already make me happy, lee heeseung.” heeseung sighed, frustrated at your answer. you chuckled and lifted your head a little to peck his lips. “it’s getting late. c’mon, i gotta go home.”

“why can’t you sleep over?” heeseung asked and tightened his grip around your body, not letting you get up.

“you know why...”

“your dad is not a good reason. gimme a good reason.”

“well, when he is the one who pays for my bills, he is a good reason.”

heeseung pouted.

“i can pay your bills” he said, smiling. you laughed, shaking your head. “if i give you my credit card, will you stay?”

“oh, please. i already love you for free” you said. he smiled big. “hee, i want to stay” you said and your thumb circled his bottom lip when his smile faded. “but you know i can’t, my dad’s gonna kill you.”

“worth the price” he sighed.

you smiled, getting rid of his grip. heeseung groaned when he saw you reaching for your purse sitting on his chair, knowing you’d walk home by yourself if he didn’t drive you. he got up behind you, upset because he couldn’t even spend the night with his girl.

heeseung parked his motorcycle in front of your gate, waiting until your feet reached the floor before getting out himself. you smiled when he took his helmet, fixing his smooth hair – or at least trying to, because the wind wouldn’t stop blowing. he looked so good like that, still holding onto his helmet, his leather jacket zipped up to his chin, trying to protect him from the cold wind announcing the autumn was coming to an end. the sunset was so pretty, reflecting golden streaks of light into his beautiful skin.

“are you cold?” he asked, his gaze fixed on your face. his hands fixed your sweater, pulling the collar up to protect more of your skin. “i know you hate the wind when riding, i tried to come as slowly as possible...”

he pouted, now focused on fixing your wild hair post-helmet. you smiled, holding his waist. your hands felt cold inside of the gloves and your face hurt as if all of your blood disappeared, but your heart always felt warm next to heeseung.

“i love you” you said, your eyes fixed on his. he lowered his gaze to meet yours, smiling.

“and i love you, silly.”

in your tiptoes, you reached his neck and pulled him closer to kiss his lips. he kissed you back, his hands holding you in place for a little longer than needed. you chuckled when he let you get away from his touch.

“go, get inside and take a warm bath. i’ll wait you get inside” he said.

as always, you waved to him while closing the gate, his smile never fading until you closed it entirely.

heeseung sighed, leaning against his motorcycle and taking the cigarettes pack out of his pocket. with the cigarette between his freezing lips, he searched for the lighter inside of his pockets. it took him a while to find it and when he lifted it up to his face, he saw your dad’s car pulling over.

“fuck” he groaned, finally lightning his cigarette. the smoke filled his insides, warming up. heeseung watched closely as his lovely father-in-law got out of the car, closing it behind him. he let the smoke out of his mouth, making a cloud. “what’s up?” he grinned.

your father sighed, clearly annoyed.

“what are you doing here?” he asked, cutting to the chase.

“just passing by” heeseung shrugged. he couldn’t tell your father he just dropped your by, he didn’t know you spent almost everyday with heeseung in his house.

“if you’re planning on taking y/n out, drop it. she’s not going anywhere with you, specially at this time.”

heeseung checked his clock between his puffs. 18:02. he laughed.

“don’t worry, old man. before you notice, we’ll be a married couple” heeseung started, taking his time with his last puff. he let the smoke out slowly, directing it towards your father’s face. your father tried to fan the smoke away with his hand, his eyebrows frowned. “i’ll let you visit us, though. even past six.”

heeseung smimed at him, throwing the rest of the cigarette on the sidewalk. as your father filled his lungs to start speaking, heeseung grabbed his helmet, ready to leave.

“she’s not gonna marry someone like you. i’ll never get you my blessing.”

“we don’t need your blessing, we need a priest” he responded, getting on top of his motorcycle again. he laughed at your father’s facial expression before actually leaving.

it was half past three in the morning when heeseung finished his shift at the bar, tired as hell. he drove straight home and doze off without even a shower, completely worn-out. he woke up around noon, his phone blowing up with random texts you sent, just like every morning. he smiled at his phone, finding amusing a specific text you sent: “did you see my father yesterday?” he opted for speaking about this when you got out of class. heeseung took a long shower and cooked a quick meal for the both of you before taking off to pick you up.

you felt like you could almost drool at the sight of heeseung riding that motorcycle, with his usual leather jacket and skinny jeans. unfortunately, the other girls waiting for their rides also could drool at the sight of him. you almost lost your shit when one of them said “i wish he was picking me up like this.”

heeseung knew the thirsty girls around you made you go nuts, so everytime he parked to wait for you, he would take his helmet off so he could peck your lips, allowing you to show them he’s yours.

the drive back to his place was chill, he would rub your hands around his waist at every red light, trying to keep you warmer. you waited until he properly parked the motorcycle in his driveway before throwing yourself in his arms, kissing his lips.

“i missed you” you muffled before kissing him again. heeseung chuckled, kissing you back. he caressed your hair when you let go of him, smiling.

“i missed you too.”

he held your hand as you walked into his apartment complex, taking a good look at your ass while you walked in front of him in the stairs.

“so” you started, taking your shoes off and placing your helmet inside of the tiny closet in the hall. “did you meet my dad yesterday?”

“it’s more of he met me” heeseung answered, laughing behind you. he followed your steps, putting his helmet away along with his shoes. “i was outside and he arrived, that’s all.”

you hummed.

“why?” heeseung asked, reaching for his pack of cigarettes on top of the table. “did he say something?” he mumbled, holding that damn cigarette between his lips.

you sighed, walking towards his mini kitchen – pretty much delimited by his counter. you reached for the top shelf while scolding heeseung:

“what do i have to do for you to stop smoking?”

heeseung laughed, letting go a cloud of smoke towards the opened window he was standing next to.

“say you’ll marry me and i quit right now.” you sighed again, placing the plates you just grabbed on the counter. “won’t you answer my question?”

“to marry you?”

“hmm, i was talking about what your dad said about me, but... y’know” he said, puffing the cigarette again. the nicotine rush made him feel completely calm and relaxed, but he meant it. if to you said yes, he’d quit immediately.

you turned around with a plate in your hand, opening the budaejjigae pan. as you filled your plate, you said:

“he said something among the lines of my boyfriend being disrespectful towards him and i should leave him, just the usual” you shrugged. heeseung laughed, shaking his head as he exhaled the smoke again. “did you say something i should worry about this time?”

“no” heeseung said before inhaling and exhaling again. “just told him he won’t have to worry about controlling the time you go out with me in a while...”

“let me guess” you said, putting one of the plates on the counter and grabbing the other one to fill with food. “because we’re gonna get married?”

“yeah” heeseung smiled. after two seconds, his smile faded. “i mean... you’re always rejecting my “proposals” and i assumed you were joking because we’re young and... i don’t know, do you actually want to marry me someday?”

you turned around, only to face heeseung with a worried expression on his face, still sucking onto that damn cigarette.

“of course i do, heeseung” you said, serious. “i just can’t run away and marry you right now, but i dream about the day i’ll be able to say yes.”

“oh” he said after exhaling the smoke for the nth time. “i thought you were like bella in eclipse.”

you let out a loud laugh, walking towards him. ignoring the smoke on his tongue, you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. he smiled during the kiss, throwing his cigarette down the window to properly wrap his arms around you. he loved you so much.

you were only officially “allowed” to see heeseung during weekends. he would call an uber to your place and pretend as if he didn’t give your personal helmet as soon as he bought his motorcycle so you could ride with him. he would get inside, greet your lovely mom, your annoying younger brother, pretend he could deal with your father and leave as soon as possible, desperate to kiss your lips. however, when you and heeseung were walking towards the door, your father stopped you.

“we need to talk.”

“right now?” you whined. “we have thirty minutes to be inside of the movie theater, dad.”

“the movie can wait, y/n. i pay for your credit card, i can afford to lose the money of a ticket.”

heeseung fought the urge to flip your dad off and tell you to get your stuff upstairs so you could move in with him.

“sit down” your father pointed to the couch in front of him. you and heeseung took a seat, heeseung already running out of patience. “you know, y/n... i ran across heeseung smoking in front of our house a couple of days ago. he said something about marrying you. did you accept marrying this man without my approval?”

“i didn’t. not yet.”

“not yet? do you want me to ground you?”

heeseung took a deep breath and bit his cheek. he needed to smoke immediately or at least punch your dad in the face, otherwise we would lose his shit.

“ground me?” you laughed. “i’m 21. you can’t ground me.”

“i can stop paying for all of your crap and let you starve while you do that shitty university course – which i pay for the tuition.”

“she doesn’t need your money, mr. choi.”

you tried your best not to slap heeseung and say: i do, actually.

“oh, yeah? and who’s gonna provide for her? you? a barman?”

your blood boiled inside of your veins. “stop talking about him like this, dad. you’re no better than him.” your dad scoffed.

“that’s ok, love. he wouldn’t understand what it means to really love someone” heeseung said, caressing your head as he always did.

“no, this is not ok. i’m in love with heeseung, dad. i’ll go anywhere he goes.”

heeseung smiled at your sudden confession. your mother and brother watched the whole show from the kitchen, afraid to step in.

“oh, yeah? then grab your things and go.”

“fine” you said, getting up and pulling heeseung’s hand. he followed you towards the stairs, proud but worried. you slammed the door behind your back and locking it. heeseung stood there, confused. “help me get that bag on the top shelf” you said, sliding the door of your closet.

“babe, wait...” heeseung started. he grabbed your hands, stopping you from walking around the room. “take a deep breath. are you sure you wanna do this?”

“why? aren’t you the one who asked me to marry you literally everyday?” you asked, confused. heeseung pulled you close, hugging your tiny torso.

“yeah, of course. i dream about marrying you everyday, baby. but... your father provides you a lifestyle i won’t be able to continue. i am a barman at the end of the day, love. i’m afraid i won’t be enough.” your eyes filled with tears as you hugged him back.

“you are enough, hee. i don’t need a fancy house or diamond earrings as birthday gifts. i need you. only you.” heeseung smiled against your hair, kissing the top of your head right after.

“ok, then... let’s make your bags and leave, hm?” he said, slowly getting away from your figure. as you turned around, heeseung searched through his pockets inside of his signature leather jacket. you heard the sound of the leather rubbing against itself, turning around.

“you’re not gonna smoke right now, are you? we’re gonna asphyxiate here.” heeseung laughed, kneeling down.

“i’m not looking for my lighter, babe” he said, pulling a tiny box inside of his inner pocket. “i’ve been keeping this around for a while now, waiting for the right moment... honestly, this seems like a point of no return of our lives, so... y/n, will you marry me?”

the next three weeks were though, but you loved them. heeseung lived in a tiny apartment – really tiny with only one bedroom, a single bed, a bathroom of the size of your actuall mattress and a kitchen you could barely cook in – but now that it was also your apartment, everything felt different. you enjoyed the nights you spent smashed against heeseung’s chest, and enjoyed even more the nights he smashed you against that mattress with no intention of sleeping at all. you loved coming home, taking a shower and dressing your clothes that were tidy inside of heeseung’s wardrobe. you loved cooking and cleaning the tiny house while heeseung worked at the bar of the club, saving all of his tips for you. you loved that he actuall quit smoking right after you said yes.

right after you shoved all of your bags inside of his small living room, heeseung drove you to the official registry so you could pick a date to get married. heeseung paid for the fee right on the spot, surprising the employee behind that desk. the two of you called your closest friends to attend the wedding at witnesses and now you were ready to take this step.

“maybe i should be at jay’s right now” heeseung said, zipping your white dress for you. “the groom isn’t supposed to see the bride before the wedding!”

you laughed, putting your earrings on in front of the mirror. “we don’t need any of this superstition, baby. we’re gonna be happy no matter what, remember? you’ve been telling me that all of the time since we started dating.”

“yep, saying the same thing for about four years paid it’s price” you laughed, turning around to kiss his lips.

three hours later, the both of you signed all of the papers you needed and exchanged your rings. with a lovely kiss and weird applause from your best friends, you and heeseung were officially married.

“i told you i was gonna marry you anyway” he whispered against your lips. you smiled, kissing him again.

he did say it, a million times. and you realized as time went by that he was actually right. you moved out of that tiny house, he got a more stable job, you graduated and started working in your field. sometimes the money was indeed a problem, but by the end, everything was worth it.

heeseung is worth it.

#heeseung au #heeseung #lee heeseung drabble #heeseung drabbles #heeseung drabble #enhypen soft hours #enhypen fanfic #enhypen fluff #heeseung fluff #enhypen au

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acourtofmoonlightandstars · 21 days

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Find me

Pairing: Azriel x fem!reader

Summary: At a ball you meet the one person you thought you would never see again, you left him once. Will you leave him again?

Word count: Currently no idea

Warnings: Some sugestiveness, angst and minor details of Azriels work as a spymaster.

Note: So this is loosely based on a dream I once had, it was heartbreaking so I thought I might as well use writing as therapy

The ballroom was huge and the light flickering from the crystal chandeliers that hung above your head made all jewels, sequin and glitter reflect the light. It was a beautiful sight.

You walked through the crowd of people, looking for no one in particular. You had no idea how or when you’d gotten here, you weren’t even quite sure who had invited you. Usually you stayed within the borders of your own court. But it seemed that you’d made an exception for once.

Everyone seemed somewhat familiar. You smiled at the friends who laughed around the tables filled with food as they filled each other goblets with fairy wine, at the couples who snuck away to find somewhere a little more secluded to steal a minute or two and at those who filled the room with laughter that echoed through the room.

As a waiter walked past you, you grabbed a flute of champagne from his tray. You sipped at the bubbly drink as you scanned the room once more, hoping to see at least one person you recognized. And then you spotted him.

He was beautiful in his black suit, it was such a stark contrast from his usual leathers and blue siphons. His wings were tucked close to him, almost as if he was afraid to take up space. His hair was combed back, revealing his forehead and the slight wrinkle he had between his brows. Your breath hitched, and you suddenly wished you were able to turn invisible at will.

You wanted nothing more than to walk up to him and ruffle his hair, once again revealing his somewhat loose curls that you’d once loved to run your fingers through in the late hours of the night. You wanted nothing more than to once again kiss his lips, to taste him.

But you had left him, that much you knew. But you just couldn’t remember why.

His shadows pooled around his feet, and indicated the constant stream of information that was always available to the Shadowsinger of the Night Court. You felt something cold around your ankle, and as you hiked up your skirt you saw the little rouge shadow that had slipped past its master. It almost looked like a puppy happy to be reunited with its owner as it twirled around you.

You giggled, which only seemed to amuse it even more.

In the hope that you could turn it away before he noticed its absence, you looked towards where he had been mere seconds before, and your eyes met his right away. The eyes you had once loved to stare into for hours at the time, the hazel pools of a man you once knew, seemed sad all of the sudden.

It was an emotion that seemed so out of character for him, and you felt your heart breaking a little at the sight of it, especially knowing that you were most likely the cause of the sadness and the purple shadows that hung underneath his eyes.

Azriel furrowed his brows at the rouge shadow as he no undoubtedly tried calling it back to him. But it seemed like it refused to listen to his quiet command. He walked towards you with a confidence that would make lesser males crumble in his presence.

You felt the blush creeping up your neck before it settled in your cheeks.

“Excuse me” he almost whispered, as he went out of his way to not meet your eyes. He bent down and physically yanked the shadow from you. You could’ve sworn it looked almost sad to leave you behind.

He stood up, and quickly turned away from you, almost fleeing. You don’t know what came over you but you grabbed his wrist and saw him stiffen as your skin came into contact with his.

“Y/N… Please, dont” it was an almost silent plea, one who broke your heart, but there was no way you were letting him walk away from you.

You pulled him towards you, forcing him to face you. He had a pained expression on his face and his eyes were closed. Despite of that you still send a small smile his way. Your other hand found his other wrist and you slowly pulled his arms around your waist.

He reacted instantly and despite not even noticing, he pulled you closer to him. “I’m so sorry” You whispered as you raised your hand to his cold cheek. He leaned into your touch as he finally looked at you, a single tear escaping his eyes. Your thumb quickly whisked it away before anyone had a chance to notice it.

The shadows swirled around the two of you desperate to give you some privacy, and even his wings seemed to be shielding the two of you from wandering eyes.

“I don’t know why I left you, I won't ever leave you again, please just give me another chance” you whispered, your voice threatened to crack, as his eyes searched your face for any sign of a deception, any sign of what you were saying, was nothing more than a lie.

“Don’t say things you might regret…”

You shook your head and sent a small smile his way, it was filled with regret and sadness. “It’s always been you and I’m here now and I promise it won't ever happen again”

But were you able to promise him that? You still couldn’t remember why or how you had left him behind, it was like a distant memory that was locked away, one you couldn’t access.

He pulled you from the ground and you couldn’t help the giggle when he nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck. Desperate for your scent, desperate to feel your heartbeat against his own. “You better mean it” he whispered against your exposed skin.

You pulled at his hair, ruining it even though he had most likely done his best to bend his curls to his will for the event tonight. But you didn’t care, you always liked him better with his bed head anyways.

He kissed his way from that sweet spot where your neck met your shoulder, he nibbled at your ear and kissed you from there, down your cheekbones until his lips hovered over your own. And in a blink of an eye he stole your shallow breaths from your mouth with his own. He ate every whimper and small moan, as if they all belonged to him and him alone, as if it would be the crime of the century if any other male heard it.

“You do know you’re in a public place right? Everyone can see you” the voice was teasing, but in no way cruel. Without letting you down Azriel turned towards the other winged male that now stood in front of the two of you.

Azriel laughed, and his brother realized he hadn’t heard that sound in months.

“I apologize Cass” and he felt you stiffen in his arms, and sent you a reassuring smile, before once again returning you to the ground. He was here, the Lord of Bloodshed, Cassian. But of course he was, they would all most likely be here.

“It’s all good. But Nesta is gonna hate that she skipped this ball tonight, she would’ve loved to see you take a female in front of all these fancy fae”

This time it was your time to laugh, and you flet how your muscles relaxed at his way of addressing the elephant in the room. Azriel couldn’t help but to pull you closer to his side, lips kissing the top of your head.

“So you must be the one who broke my brother's heart” Cassian said as he crossed his arms, to anyone beside you and Azriel, he would look angry, almost disappointed in the way he stood before you. But all you could see was the happiness he held for his brother.

Cassian sent you a small smile. “Don’t worry, I don’t judge, my own mate was indecisive as well”

You couldn’t help but almost wince at his words. It wasn’t that you were indecisive, or at least you didn’t think that was it…

“It’s okay. It all worked out in the end” Azriel said.

The night went on and his hand never left your hip, he pulled you as close to him as he could whenever he felt a male came too close to you. You adored his possessiveness. Now you just needed to feel like you’d earned it.

The two of you spent almost every day together after the ball. It didn’t take him long to introduce you to the rest of his family. The inner circle of the Night Court.

Your father had told you the stories of both their power and their beauty, but despite all the stories, they were kind, welcoming and warm. You felt right at home.

At no point did you regret making contact with him the night of the ball. In fact you could feel yourself falling in love with Azriel, a little more every day.

He adored you, and he spared no expenses in showing you exactly how much you meant to him. Everytime he came home from a mission, he would bring you flowers from the given court. He would either make you homemade meals, or take you out to eat at the most beautiful restaurants in the city.

He would take you on flights over Valaris, on walks near the Sidra or just down to the nearest cafe or bakery to pick up something sweet or warm whenever you felt a little down. Apart from that he spoiled you rotten with gifts, to such a degree you almost had more diamonds than Amren.

You were however your happiest whenever you woke up to him by your side, and nothing beat the beauty that was his eyes as they reflected the morning sun. They were like liquid gold. He was beautiful, and sometimes you couldn’t help but wonder if this was all a dream.

As time went on he opened more and more up to you. He told you about his life, both the good and the bad. About his childhood, who he had become after Rhys and Cassian had found him. He told you about his role in the court as both shadowsinger and spymaster, and how he had days where he loathed who he was and what he had done, and others where he celebrated the screams he carved from the lungs of his prisoners.

And despite his fears you didn’t flee or coward when he reached out for you. You had instead held him, and whispered sweet nothing in his ear, confirming that you loved him despite all he had gone through, and that you loved him because of who he was. He had cried in your arms at your words.

You saw him, all of him and you loved both the good and the bad.

At no point had you ever expected to be with a man of his profession, but here you were. The people of Valaris were quick to catch on. They always greeted the two of you, they helped you with picking his gifts and selecting his favorite sweets at the bakery he loved to visit each sunday morning.

The fact that you got to be his in Valaris of all places, was more than enough. Being out and public to all fae, to all courts, would only paint a target on your back. One that he feared would take you from him too soon, whereas you feared that you would be used against him. You had no interest in ever letting it come to that.

After All you wanted nothing more than to protect him, to keep him safe, and he felt the same. He had given you one of his shadows, the rouge that had left his side that night of the ball. After all it seemed like it liked you more than him anyways, but this way he would know if you were ever in any kind of danger.

Nesta had told him it was a little much, especially since the two of you were basically joined at the hip, it was rare that you saw one of you without the other. You were one soul separated into two people. It was clear for all to see.

The inner circle had quickly started making bets on just when the bond would snap for the two of you. And despite the fact that you always rolled your eyes when they began speculating, you couldn’t help but hope that they were right.

Your brother had his mate, and so did Azriels brothers. It would only be right if the two of you had one too right? And if so why wouldn’t the Cauldron grant you eachother? With every fiber of your being you hoped that he was yours and that you were his.

One morning you stood in the courtyard at the house of wind as the sun was slowly rising from its usual hiding place beneath the horizon. Azriel was circling you, wearing nothing but his boots and leather pants.

The look of his tattoos and his muscles were now covered with sweat that was glistening in the morning sun, was enough for you to skip practice and go back to bed with him. You wanted nothing more than to be entangled in him and his scent.

The sun that shone through the fine membrane of his wings made him look like a god of death and war. What a sight to see. He sent you a dazzling smirk as he saw the pure lust and adoration in your eyes. He most likely smelled it on you as well.

You smirked back and sent him a little wave. But it wasn't enough for him to lose focus on his task at hand. It rarely was.

“You look so beautiful angel,” he said. Despite what you might’ve thought he couldn’t help but adore you in the morning light either. He was mere seconds away from abandoning his workout only to throw you over your shoulder and have his way with you. Where that would be, he didn’t care. You chuckled. It was his favorite sound in the entire world, and he hoped that he would always be the one to make you laugh.

And then you felt it. It was as if the world shifted on its axis, it was like it had been so many months ago. It was the same feeling you had the first time you had left him. And as the memories came rushing back to you, you paled.

As your smile dropped and your eyes became distant, almost as if a fog now hid them from the world. “Y/N…?” You heard his fear and desperation as he said your name.

“Promise me you’ll find me, promise me” It was all you could say, you struggled with getting the words out as you felt yourself drifting from this reality. You saw him spring towards you, his wings giving him momentum.

And then everything went dark.

When you woke up the darkness was still surrounding you. You laid there with your eyes closed for a few minutes as you tried to recall his features, his name, where you had been. But there was nothing, nothing except an ache in that place that usually held your heart.

All you remembered was the feeling of running your hands through his hair, how his lips sent electricity down your spine as he kissed that sweet spot right beneath your ear, whenever he snuck up behind you. You remember his rough hands, and a feeling of something cold that you couldn’t quite place. Everything else was a blur.

As you opened your eyes you looked towards the small clock that stood on your bedside table. 06:45. You had to get up soon, but the mere thought of leaving your bed made your head spin. It felt like you had lost something precious, it felt like you had lost your heart, and in its stead there was now only a black hole filled with nothing but emptiness and pain.

You had no idea how to start your day, it felt like you should stay right here, stay at home and mourn the loss of him.

Maybe he remembers, maybe he will be able to find me. You thought as you tried soothing the emptiness in your chest by rubbing the palm of your hand over where it ached.

But how could he? He was after all only a figment of your imagination, he was after all only a character in your dream. But he felt real, and you could nothing but hope that someone, someday would ever love you as unconditionally as he had.

At the other end of Prythian, Azriel Shadowsinger, Spymaster of the Night Court, had woken with such pain in his chest that he for a second had been convinced he had been stabbed in his sleep. And as his dream, no his memories of you, flooded his senses he knew what he needed to do.

You had to be real, he needed you to be real. So he sent out his shadows in search of the one person who now held his heart, the one person he would never stop looking for, you, his mate.

I promise you darling, I will find you

note: aaaaah this is my first ever acotar fic! don't be afraid to leave feedback, I would very much appreciate it! I feel like a part two would be absolutely amazing, but maybe I'll just do it as a stand alone since it's kind of heartbreaking. But we'll see!

#azriel rec #azriel x reader #a court of thorns and roses #acotar #acotar x reader #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger #azriel spymaster #azriel #acosf #azriel angst #azriel fluff #azriel mate

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suugarbabe · 7 months

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hii penelope, how are u doing? i have a writing sugestion

slytherin boys headcanons on the yule ball season, like how they would invite reader to dance and so on

i practice dance for hobby so i thought it may be a great ideia, hopefully you'll enjoy writing this!

Yule Ball Headcannons

Mattheo Riddle:

he doesn't ask you in a grand gesture, more so like he kind of traps you against the wall in a corridor, tone dripping with honey and silk telling you he'd go mad if you don't go with him

when you agree (because of course you do) he insists on buying your dress, whatever you want (as slutty as you want because he can fight so he's not worried)

his dress robes match your dress effortlessly

some form of him is touching some form of you all night, there's never not a hand, finger, lip not touching you

he's a surprisingly good dancer, both traditionally and relaxed when the better more current music starts playing

you and him definitely leave early for some 👀 alone time before the others make it back to the dorms

Theodore Nott:

Theo is a shy boy at heart, especially with those he fancies (like really truly fancies)

he asks you by passing a charmed note, a cute little drawing of the two of you dancing drawn in the corner

you immediately say yes, nearly knocking him over when you jump on him after class

Theo's a little awkward on the dance floor when it comes to traditional dancing, but he does his best effort to twirl you when he should twirl you

and he's fantastic of dipping you because then he gets to kiss you passionately like the men he sees in old muggle movies that you show him

Theo takes you to the astronomy tower once you're both tired of the ball activities

hes obsessed with the way you disregard your dress and just sit on the floor, legs hanging over the edge while all the floof pools around you as you share a spliff back and forth to cap out the night

Lorenzo Berkshire:

when Lorenzo asks you, it's not a grand gesture but an incredibly sweet one

he would buy your favorite candies and probably some flowers and come up to you in your common room, he'd kneel down in front of you, tell you how beautiful you were and ask you to accompany him to the ball

you'd of course say yes (because who can deny this sweet faced boy)

and then you'd go dress shopping with Pansy who would convince you to get the perfect combination of classy and slinky for a dress

so when you come down the common room stairs wearing it Enzo's hands are immediately in front of him because there's no way you look that good (he thinks hes about to pass out)

all throughout the dance Enzo does not take his eyes off of you

he ends the night with the sweetest, longest, most passionate make out session your brain goes fuzzy and he leaves you chasing for more

Draco Malfoy:

Draco is money; not just money but wealth; not just wealth but generational wealth

when he asks you it isn't necessarily in person

but one day you get home from dinner and there's a large box on your bed

and when you open it you find the most beautiful dress that you have ever seen, in your exact measurements, with a hand written poem

of which at the end just says 'all my love xx D'

so when you see Draco the next day at breakfast you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him deeply

and when he pulls back he's laughing lightly with a "so is that a yes darling"

at the dance he's similar to Mattheo, surprising you with how good of a dancer he is

and you're enjoying each other so much that you're some of the last students there and you didn't even notice until you hear the last call

Blaise Zabini:

when Blaise asks you it's with earrings in your birthstone

Blaise is elegance and silent power and it drips off him with everything he does

he pays for your dress, and your shoes, and your jewlery for the evening

at the dance he accompany's you for a few songs

but he's secure enough to let you dance with just your friends for a couple songs as well

does the gentlemanly things and asks to "cut in" before wrapping his arms around you and holding you close for a slow song

at the end of the dance is when he tells you he loves you for the first time and it makes your heart swell because you're both dressed so fancy and it makes your brain go wiley thinking about what it would be like to be married to him once you both finish school

#slytherin boys #enzo berkshire x you #blaise zabini x you #theodore nott x you #theo nott x you #draco malfoy x you #mattheo riddle x you #lorenzo berkshire x you #slytherin boys x you

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senkonoko · 7 months

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||KINKS I THINK GENSHIN AND HONKAI MEN WOULD HAVE|| ||Dan heng, Neuvillette, Blade, Wroithlesly|| ITS SUGESTIVE MINORS DNI

NEUVILLETTE + i think he'd have a kink that involves crying or sobbing you would be crying from him slamming his dick into you so hard, he would also be crying from how good it feels. +most likely a lactation kink imagine him sucking your nipples so hard that milk comes out, he wouldn't stop there, he'd suck your milk up like its his last meal. +he'd also have a breeding kink since hes a dragon he'd lay 3-5 eggs in your abdomen and i think it would hurt since well there dragon eggs.

WROITHLESLY +he would have a hand cuffing kink or more like a bondage kink he would pin you to a wall and then cuff your hands together and toy with your body, he would also tape your mouth shut. +he would also have a hair pulling kink when hes eating you out, he loves it when you pull his hair while his tongue works on your clit. +he would have a role playing kink he would love to play prisoner and guard, like why wouldn't the guard himself not like to play that.

DAN HENG +he would for sure have a food play kink he would be turned on by just watching you eat, he would take you to a bedroom and use foods to put on your body or clit and lick it off. +he would also have a lactation kink he'd suck your breast until they pop with milk and then gladly suck it all the sweet milk up. +he would love it when u grab his horns since he is a dragon as well he loves it when you ride him and hold onto his horns to stay sturdy and they would also be pretty sensitive

BLADE +face riding kink he loves it when you ride his face as he eats you out, he wouldn't care if he cant breath, he'd eat you out like your his last meal. +daddy kink he would definitely want you to call him daddy when he slams his cock into your leaking hole. +hair pulling kink he loves it when you pull his hair while he eats you out, biting and sucking your clit.

#neuvillette smut #dan heng x reader #neuvillette x reader #dan heng smut #wroithlesly smut #wroithlesly x reader #blade x reader #blade honkai #hsr blade #hsr dan heng #genshin impact #honkai star rail

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codisgay · 4 months

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MORE Body & Cuddling HC's

*SFW*

Kinda sugestive tho (☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞

Holy shit, I didn't mean to make these this long but I love my boys so, eat my children, feast away.

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Graves:

-Twink.

-I mean he's a brat, we know this. He has a very feminine waist and is clean shaved all over, he buys the most expensive shit.

-He has a tattoo, right above his ass. Yes. It's a tramp stamp.

-Always has to be the little spoon, but if he's really stressed he'll lay on your side and knead your pecs. Maybe take a chomp if he notices you're starting to nod off or if you even suggest you're bored and just want to get a book to read.

-He really is just a brat.

-^-^-

Alex:

-Im thinkin... Otter.

-Definitely has chest hair and some on his back too, happy trial starts right under his belly button.

-He's such a pretty boy and he knows it. Will absolutely use it against you. I'm talking making his way into your office when you're having to pull an all nighter because of paperwork. He'll slowly roll your blinds up, make his way to the couch in your office to lay in the moon beams as they shine ever so beautifully off his skin and highlighting his hair perfectly.

-Still ignore him? He's making noises now, clicking his prosthetic leg against the floor to piss you off, maybe saying nasty things to you in morse code while he's at it.

-When you eventually give in, just pick him up like a cat and plop him in your lap. Occasionally kiss his forehead while you're rubbing his back and he's passed out in record time, head tucked in the crook of your neck, his breath and stache occasionally tickling your skin.

-^-^-

König:

-Ok, I'm aware people hc him as big and hairy but I'm in love with @bluegiragi design of him. Just wet cat. So I'm gonna say twunk, a tall hunky twink.

-Minimal amount of hair on his chest and a nice sprinkle disappearing into his pants. Very, very pronounced v-line. Small waist big hips.

-Under his hood is a mop of stringy dark burgundy hair kept in a lazy low bun. Has a scar starting from his chin across his nose and up to his left eyebrow. Other minimal scarring across his body. His left nipple and tounge are pierced, on his back is a tattoo of a malnourished ork upside down hanging from a tree with tears streaming down it's cheeks.

-If he's on the verge of a panic attack and has completely shut you out, pinch the scruff of his neck that way you have his attention before taking his hands and setting them on your chest. The rhythmic thumping of your heart calms him down. Basically just cuddle and talk with him and he'll fall asleep in your arms.

-He's kinda lanky so he'll koala around you without even realizing, and God forbid your arm or leg falls asleep. He's comfortable with you so he'll blink his long lashes at you while jutting his bottom lip out, and you'd have to be an ass if you still tried to shift after he looks at you like that.

-If you're both in a meeting, and y'know he's a colonel so he's acting all serious and it can occupy his mind for a while. Not being affectionate because he drills into that head space heavily, just give him a minute or ask if he's up for a spar. Do not get all lovey dovey while he's like this, he tends to get angry and won't mean any of it but he can be quite scary and will just glare down at you until left alone.

-Eventually he'll come back and climb into your shared room. If you're awake and reading or something he'll wiggle between your legs, using your stomach as a pillow as he absent-mindedly traces hearts on your thigh in apology.

-But if you're asleep he'll dig that octopus plush out of the drawer and flip it on it's happy side, setting it next to your pillow so you see it the next morning before crawling under the covers and spooning you with his arms over yours and fingers intertwined.

-^-^-

Keegan:

-Def an otter.

-He'll trim his pubes but that's it, but only if you complain directly to him about them scratching you.

-Has both ears and his nose pierced.

-He reeks of musk constantly, at this point you're worried he doesn't shower at all. Sweat and testosterone oozing out of every pore.

-On a less grossly sexy note he has freckles, little ones dotted along his shoulders and this tiny beauty mark under his lip. Goes feral when you leave a hickey directly on the mark, he's feral in general but like... extra feral.

-He's Mr.Hotshot but like every human he has a weakness.

-Keegan P. Russ is extremely ticklish and hates it, you on the other hand love it, obviously. Because he tends to get huffy like a toddler and starts going off on you, just wiggle a finger under his chin and watch as this squeamish little giggle escapes his lips. His face will go tomato red as he points as accusing finger at you as he lets out a gasp of betrayal.

-Sooth him over by scooping him up and crushing him under your weight, he lives for the feeling of you going deadweight on him. Eventually calms down and traces the muscle lines on your back while you both begin to doze off.

-But don't celebrate now because he sleeps like a rock and snores like a pig.

-You still love him though.

-^-^-

Roach:

-Twink twink twink. Tiny bug man has stolen my heart.

-Has like no body hair except for his surprisingly hairy legs.

-He has antenna, just like actual antenna and know one knows why. Ask him and he'll chitter at you and scurry away. You've checked his entire body by the way, trying to figure out if he was hiding any thing else bug like while he has a smug smirk.

-Imagine getting up in the middle of the night and uh oh. Your pest of a boyfriend has mysteriously disappeared. Or... you thought until you swung your legs over the bed to find him and hear a startled squeak from under your bed.

-I mean, how dare you step on his hand like that?? What do you mean it's his fault for hiding under the bed? Nuh uh, all your fault.

-And like I said before he just has functioning antenna because they just move around, because you'll be sitting on the bed or maybe in your office and all of a sudden these little buggers pop up.

-He used to do it to scare you but as soon as you got used to it you figured out how sensitive the little antenna are. He'll be standing in the locker room, fresh out of his gear, antenna drooping with exhaustion.

-Just sneak up behind him and flick his antenna and watch as he trills, body shuddeirng and goosebumps all over his freckled skin as he looks back at you expectingly. Can't just leave your boyfriend all high and dry like that, especially not after such a brutal(in his words.. er, hands) attack to him.

-Let him scramble up you like a tree before you walk back to the bedroom with him on your shoulders, a freckled thigh on each side of your head with his swinging feet bouncing off your chest.

-If you're both in the mood, usually just him. He'll give you sloppy kisses, until you've got a throbbing vein on your forehead because he won't just fucking kiss you properly so you manhandle him under you, sitting on his pelvis as a whispy noise leaves him. Immediately craning back up to litter hickies wherever he can reach, he bites, not nibbles. Mostly on your nipples.

-Tugging those darned piercing until your nipples are raw and you have to shamefully wear tape over them since your uniform tends to scratch at them either way and it's even worse now. And the tiny fucker giggles about it too. If you aren't on mission and you stretch your arms out, your shirt pressing tight to your chest and the indent if the tape being visible once again he's break out into loud giggles if you're alone or with the squad but if with people that aren't the tight group of 141 boys his shoulders will just shake with silent, mocking laughter.

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Pt.3 is also in the works ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶

I never expected these to be getting so many notes.

I might be missing a few tags, so oopsie.

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I just started reading y’all’s work and I’m really enjoying it, I don’t know if you ladies write hybrid 141 but if you do I was wondering if you would write and wolf hybrid-soap and a bunny hybrid-reader where she’s a new medic and soap is in some need for some stitches. He can’t help his attraction to the pretty little bunny and he can’t help himself when he snatches her in his arms and sets her in his lap so she could “reach” his face a little better. Breathing in her wonderful intoxicating scent and rubbing her fluffy ears because it “makes him feel better” while she ditches him up?

If this isn’t y’all’s cup of tea that’s totally fine, I’m sure I’ll come up with another ask that mine peak interest

Bunny - John 'Soap' Mactavish

Pairing: Hybrid-wolf!John 'Soap Mactavish x hybrid-Bunny!Fem Medic Reader

Warnings: Hybrids? Sugestive content?, Fuff MDNI 18+

Soap had a rough fall today while training, now you’ve heard of Soap. Tall,Handsome, and respectful. So when he was assigned as your patient you were ecstatic. What you didn’t know though? Well A. He’s a wolf and B. Has the fattest crush on you, but how could you even know that?

When Soap walked into your room he took note that you were a bunny, he was very fond of that. He went to sit down on the bed and waited for you to examine him. “Alright let’s see…Clean cut over your eye definitely need stitches, how’d this happen?” “Ah, Just training lass nothing special.” He smiled at you and your face turned a little red. You turned around to grab your medical kit for the stitches.

“You need to be more careful, any closer and you would’ve gone blind.” “Hm..You worried little bunny?” You stuttered for a second. “Well-Yeah I’m your doctor so yes.” He chuckled as he picked you up and sat you on his lap.

“What are you-” “Shh, just so you got a better view yeah? I’ll hold you nice and tight. Promise.” Your whole entire face was red by now and you just let him hold you as you finished cleaning it and began to stitch. You felt his calloused hands run up and down your ears. “Soap…Why are you playing with my ears?” “Calms me down, cute when they twitch.” You rolled your eyes and just let him do what he pleased so you could get the job done. Then you noticed he started breathing your scent in, like some sorta good smelling candle. You chuckled as you finished up the stitches. “Alright big boy I’m done.” “Oh no…My stomach hurts and I think I have a fever…Darn I’ll just have to stay here like this.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes as you tried to hop off of his lap but he did not comply. “Soap!! You can just tell me sometime and you can come to my barracks okay?” He then let you down off his lap and his tail slightly wagged happily he got up off the bed and nodded.

“Tonight. 11:30 P.M. be up bunny.” He placed a small kiss to your forehead and in that moment you realize how tall he actually was and how terrifying that is. But you just nodded as he pet your ears one last time and walked out. Man you could not wait till he stopped by later tonight.

I actually really liked this, AU maybe…😋

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ratcash-wasgud · 4 months

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Heeyyy!! Lol, sorry if this came out a little short, I didn't have much time. Plus I'm sorry if I'm doing this incorrectly, i'm still very new to tumblr. Also, this one will have sugestive themes (not flat out smut lmao), so watch out if you're not comfortable with those. And sorry for the possible spelling mistakes too lol

Like swimming in the sunset /part two/

Mizu felt an aching in her head when her eyes opened once again, one she grew quite familiar with over her journey. She reached for her sword out of instinct, but it wasn't at her hip. She tried sitting up quickly, maybe even too quickly as a sharp pain striked into her side. Her vision was blurry as she glanced around the room, and took in it's emptiness. A sudden bitter, but kind of calming feeling washed over her as she recognized the room she grew up in. It was the same, which made a small tinge of relief awaken in her heart. She noticed her sword was lying next to the futon she was sitting on, and quickly gripped it as she weakly stood up and stumbled out of the house. Outside, she was met with Taigen chatting with...a familiar figure.

You.

Mizu felt a pang in her chest. It was...strange, seeing you after so long. Question flood through her head. First off, you were alive, which made her feel relieved, but on the other hand...she hasn't seen you for years, and she knows how people change. She remembers how you were, but are you still that kid she grew so close to? She stood there for a couple moments before Taigen notcied her and gave her a scoff. You turned in her direction too, and for the first time in so long, Mizu felt...nervous. She felt the tips of her fingers numbing, her blood pumping slightly, and she had to gulp. When you saw her your lips curled into a small smile...a sweet one. That same smile that brightened her days all those years ago.

You looked different. Your features matured, your skin had a different tint from the sunlight, your form grew taller and your eyes...well, those stayed very familiar to Mizu. Warm...they were still warm.

"Mizu," You stepped forward and said gently. Your voice changed a little bit too, and even though it shouldn't have surprised her, you grew up, it did. "You woke up. What a relief." You said, putting your weight onto one leg, and a lighthearted smile. Mizu just lowered her gaze and shrugged a little.

"You need more to take me down." She said and she stepped forwad, which you rewarded with a small chuckle. She took a better look at what you two were doing, and it seemed like you were about to light a campfire. There were coal stains on your fingers...the same fingers she never let do hard work back in the day... and there were stains on Taigen's haori too, on his shoulder...was it because you touched his shoulder? Was it affectionately, or was it a playful bump? Did you smiled at him as you did it? Was is the sweet smile she always gets?

Mizu had to shake her head to shoo those thoughs away. Was she so overwhelmed to get lost in details like this? She never thought like this, so why now...

"Taigen told me he knew you when you were small." You say with a small smile, and shoot Taigen an eye roll. Mizu shrudders at this. Like Taigen would ever talk about her with compassion, and just the thought of the you hearing that spiteful talk that came out of his mouth about her...Mizu clenched her teeth as she showed both of you aside to crouch down and start lighting the campfire.

You softly sighed, and crouched next to her, and after reaching into your kimono, you opened your palm to her, revealing...a piece of candy. This flooded Mizu's mind with memories of you and her sharing candy, and the fact that candy was the reason she managed to "reconcile" with you when you two were kids. She cracked a half smile and took the candy, popping it into her mouth.

Taigen broke the moment with a clearing of his throat. "I...am also glad you woke up. I was starting to expect you died or something." He says, but not maliciously this time...it was even a little playful. "I need you in the best condition, so that I can beat you with honor." He says and he scoffs, and Mizu just rolls her eyes in response but she herself cracks a small smile. As Taigen busies himself with cutting wood, Mizu takes a deep breath and speaks up.

"I thought you were dead." She says, deadpan. This draws a bitter smile from you.

"I thought I was gonna die too." You say softly, like it's no bid deal. Like the whole thing didn't ruin her years. "But now I'm here." You say, moving your gaze to the sparks flying between Mizu's hand she lights the fire. You hear her sigh again. "You're just as grumpy as I remember." You try to joke, in hopes of lighting the mood.

"When did you get back?" She asks, unfazed by your attempt.

"When I arrived Grandpa Eiji told me that you just left, and that could mean anything." You say lightheartedly. It came to Mizu's attention that you took things more easy now. You haven't puffed, or shied away. "He told me you went on a quest. Honestly I was quite happy." You say, as you sit down in the cold grass, because your knees went tired from crouching.

Happy? Mizu's eyes squinted at her own hands. Why were you happy that she left? Were you relieved that you didn't have to face her? Did you want her to keep believing that you're dead?

"I knew you went on to calm something inside you. I always thought that you will one day, so I was relieved I wasn't there for the bitter goodbyes." You says, her smile softening into something genuine.

At that, Mizu cracked a smile. "If you would've been there, you would've begged me to stay." She says, glancing at you, and the gilnt in her eyes is a little smug. Almost cocky.

"Maybe." You shrug. "But I know your quest is not done." You sigh and lean back on your arms, looking at the sky, which is uncommonly clear. "You will leave once again, won't you?"

Mizu looks back at her hands, and blows on the sparks, giving life to the fire. After some moments of silence, she speaks up, stoic once more. "I have to. I will not rest until I finish what I started."

You snicker. "Yeah, I know that. You're as stubborn as ever." You say, playfully tapping her knee with yours. "But that's alright. You'll survive, and then you'll come back." You say confidently.

"I will?" It slips out from Mizu's lips withouth thinking.

"You will." You answer withouth hesitation. "After all," You start as your eyes meet hers. "They need much more to take you down."

That draws a small smile from Mizu, one you return. The following moments are spent with you and her just looking at eachother, and all she sees is your smile. It's a vulnerable moment for Mizu, something she always manages to avoid, but something is different now. She feels...something fluttering inside her. Something she felt long ago once, when she was by Mikio's side, but...this cannot be the same. Even if you don't know that, she is a woman, just like you. You were her family back in the day, almost like a sister so why...why is she longing to feel your touch so suddenly?

Sure, she always liked to be near you, but that was nothing out of the ordinary, since you were the first kid to be nice to her, and her first ever friend. Does she feel for you as she'd feel for a true friend? Not like she'd ever know how to feel for a true friend, this is her first time, but...it still bothers her. You move in and out of her life on a whim, how does she know she will see you again once you get out of her sight once more? And she remembers where that fluttering feeling took her when she had a husband, so it wouldn't be wise to embrace it again. You probably won't even return it, since even if you did...you would be for the man she's pretending to be.

And she's pulled out of her train of thought when you stand up from next to her. "Your friend is nice." You say suddenly, wanting to change the topic. Mizu's brows furrow. "You mean Taigen?" She asks, scoffing.

"No, no. Ringo." You say with a chuckle. "He's very skilled. He helped me make dinner yesterday, and he is currently chopping vegetables for today's meal." You say, nudging your head towards Ringo, who is chopping vegetables on a log. That leaves a bitter taste in Mizu's mouth, remembering how Ringo is still mad at her...or even hates her entirely. "Yeah...he's useful." She murmurs, and goes to throw wood at the fire while glancing at your form as you walk away. She sees you kneel beside him and show him how to peal carrots in a more efficent way, and she...isn't sure how to feel.

Mizu expected almost everything at this point in her journey, but the last thing she thought will happen...is that she'll be in war with her own emotions.

She spends the rest of the day quietly, just...watching things happen in silence. She sees Taigen sitting next to you at dinner, and how you two giggle together. She hates seeing it. It's not like she hates seeing you giggle, she just...hates seeing you giggle with him. Taigen is a moron, why can't you see that? Plus, you only known him for like a day and a half so...why are you talking to him, not Mizu, the one who's your actualy childhood friend?

The next day, after staring at her broken sword for a couple minutes, and thinking about how to ask Eiji to help her make a new one, she heads outside, and she sees you with Ringo. You're making new bands for his stumps, so he could hold things better, and she sees you smiling at him softly as you do. You're caring, that one she knew ever since she was 13 years old...but for some reason, she thought you were only this caring towards her. It burns her insides seeing you act so sweet towards others...men, to be specific. Mizu knows you also see her as a man, but knowing you're also this tender with people who could actually be love interests in your life...people who'd be normal if you wanted to marry, or...people who could possibly please you...it's eating Mizu alive for some reason.

She can't be acting like this, she needs to cool her head. So, she decides to go and have a bath.

There is a warm water source near by, one she used to visit a lot when she was a child. She heads there, and before making sure that nobody is near, she slips out of her clothes and submerges her body into the water. She feels her wounds sting for a minute, but she quickly gets used to it, and leans back against a rock. It's peaceful. She looks down at her wounds, and they're treated nicely. The deep ones are swen together, and the burns are bandaged with care. She knows this a work of your hand, you probbaly did it while she was unconcious...you always treated her this softly when you were kids too.

As she sits there, her eyes slowly fluttering closed, she suddenly sees you behind her eyelids. How would it be like if you were here with her? She never saw your...body before. Do you have scars on your delicate skin? Do you have birthmarks on your back?

Is your skin as soft as she imagines it to be? How would it feel if you...touched her, with that precious hand of yours? Maybe...maybe you'd slowly glide your hand along her jawline, down her neck, across her collarbones...Maybe you'd pay close attention to her scars, and caress them one by one, trace them with your fingertips. Maybe you'd even place your soft lips on one of them... Mizu shivers. She feels so...wrong thinking about this, but it's certainly hard to stop. She hates it that even just this mental image makes her a little happy.

Her imagination forces even more pictures about you into her head, no matter how much she tries to protest. She sees you slowly moving closer, placing yourself in her lap as you two sit in the water. Oh, how nicely you'd fit there...and how soft you'd feel. She'd place her hands on your waist, maybe even let them slip lower to your hips and thighs as you'd play with her hair and push your body against hers, your breasts meeting hers while her hands would circle around your thighs, slowly finding-

Mizu sugmerges her face and lets out a loud scream into the water. What is she even doing? How could she let herself sink this low? Oh, she can just see the look on your face if you'd ever found out about her thinking like this...you'd be utterly disgusted! She needs to be rid of these thoughs anyways, she needs to snap her mind back to her quest. She'll leave this place as soon as her wounds heal, so it would be foolish to get comfortable here...even if it's temping.

But now, she has something that will motivate her to actually come back from her journey one day.

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