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thatsdemko · 3 months

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my valentine - o.piastri

masterlist | pairing: Oscar piastri x fem!reader

summary: a red lacy Valentine’s Day seems to be just the kind of thing Oscar needs…

warnings: not intended for minors + oral (f receiving) + talks of Valentine’s Day + some errors here or there

a/n: I’m baaaack! while I know this isn’t the part two to the secret Santa that’ll hopefully be here soon I’m having some trouble writing that rn… but please enjoy this!!!

what did men like on Valentine’s Day? was it lace? was it red? or was it just sex? you couldn’t decide the answer. while you stood dumbfounded and dripping in nervous sweat inside the Victoria secret, it left you no choice but to leave and hope scrolling on Amazon wouldn’t lead to the same amount of panic and overwhelm.

you’d wanted to make Valentine’s Day perfect for Oscar. with all of his training and simulator work he’s been doing this winter break, you figured he deserved something special. you perused store upon store for the ideal lingerie for that special Wednesday night, but came up with nothing.

“you’re back from the mall awfully early.” Oscar comments hearing his apartment door shut behind you.

“really? felt like I was there for ages.” you huff out an exaggerated sigh before plopping down on the couch, “if you were wanting something for Valentine’s Day, what would it be?” you ask staring into his big brown eyes.

a laugh escapes his lips. he’s told you infinite amount of times he wanted nothing for the silly hallmark day. he just wanted a nice meal and some quiet time with you. what more could a man ask for? it was a door you never wanted to open, but you knew there was more to it.

“please don’t buy me anything—“

“oh no it’s not like that.” you cut him off, the heat returns to your cheeks when he looks over at you with a knowing look. you sink further into the couch cushions hoping to disappear, but his eyes stay glued to your growing redness.

“well then I guess I’ve always liked the color red on you.”

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the red lace underneath your pajamas is uncomfortable. you’re unsure how anyone woman could deal with the deep wedge of material up their ass, and the sheer itching against their stomachs, but you figure you can power through. it’s just one night— well that’s unless Oscar decides the 10 dollar red lace bodysuit was to stay permanently.

you hear the lock of your apartment free, and the door swing behind him indicating Oscar and the carry out food had arrived.

“darling, where are you?” he calls out from the kitchen, and taking no time to wait for you. he’s unpacked the styrofoam containers from the bag, opening his box, he takes in a few bites of food that attempted to spill out the container.

reaching for a napkin to clean up his mess, he quickly glances up to see if you’ve made your way in only to stop in his tracks, jaw nearly smack to the floor at the sight of red.

“you look—“ he doesn’t get the chance to begin, there’s not a word he can find to finish the sentence, because whatever it was he was already feeling against his pants.

moving around the counter, he finds himself in front of you where he can see just how much you’re doing to him with so little. a giggle escapes your lips as you pull his face to yours, “did you want to eat first?” you ask.

shaking his head he whispers a no, before placing his hands against your hips, finger tips gently trail the red lace up your body, “I want you first.”

it’s not a long walk to your bedroom, but it feels like ages for him. every second he doesn’t have his hands on you is a waste, and when he finally does get them, it’s not wasted removing the lace from your body revealing every part of you faster than you expected him to do.

he takes the second to fumble with the condom, his fingers shake with anticipation, it’s almost like the first time you’d done it in your relationship. the nerves got to you both, trying to figure out what worked and didn’t, but now, you’d say your pros. knowing the ins and outs of each others bodies, like how he favored your lips around his dick and you liked his fingers inside of you. with time, you learned all of this.

this was a gift on its own, one that had him dripping in precum and aching to get inside you. and when the condom finally was secured, he, once again, didn’t waste a second to find your cunt and fuck you.

his hips grind against yours creating warmth between your bodies. his hair falls across his forehead that you can barely see with the blur of pleasure in your eyes.

he doesn’t say much. he never does, but he doesn’t hesitate to praise you, adore you, and remind you of how lucky he is.

“you’re so good to me,” he’s saying, transitioning from being inside you, his lips travel across your warm skin all the way down to your hips. his fingers gently nudge your thighs open, and you get the hint, “let me do this for you, my valentine.”

you’re unsure if it was the kisses, the words, or his warm tongue against your wet folds, but one of them got the air stuck in your throat. there’s nothing more than you love than the sound of Oscar eating you out. the slurps, the hum— all of it. the sounds were pleasing to your ears, even more so than the action itself you were gripping the sheets.

he’s edging you, playing you. its ridiculous and maybe you deserve it. after all, you’d put the idea of you in red in his head days ago and he’d been unable to concentrate. the patterns of floral dancing across your chest, a low cut neckline, he’d wanted it all— or none of it if you’d decided that. but you deserved this in some way. you’d been the one to send his dick rock hard any hour or second of the day.

“osc,” the moan comes out more like a pity plea. the chuckle against your pussy sent a chill down your spine and a twirl in your stomach. so you deserved that much, you thought, but this? not letting you come? too much.

“I’m gonna come,” the words spill as does the warmth out of you, his face covered in you wasn’t something he could ever be mad about, but not giving him the chance to edge you? you’ll be paying for that later.

“I wasn’t finished.” he slides a finger inside, barely giving you time to rest and recover, “you fucked with my mind all week.” he groans at the very sight of you from a couple minutes ago. he wished he’d taken a picture, saved it for later, but he was too antsy. his pants did the thinking more than his head. and that’s why he’s stuck his finger in your pussy.

he loves the sound of you. moans, groans, whines, whatever it was. he knew you liked the way he rubbed your clit, the way he kept going until he felt the shake of the frame against him, and that’s when he removed his fingers letting you come.

“what a jackass.” you swear closing your legs up and pushing yourself up off the mattress to find your clothes, “didn’t even let me cum on your fingers, like it’s not Valentine’s Day—“

he shuts you up with a soft kiss, “I think we should eat first before another round.” his words hang in the air as he watches the anger sizzle out of you, “and I want you in that red thing again.”

“anything for you, my valentine.”

tags: @monzabee @lovelytsunoda @leclerc13 @smoothopz @imsorare @lpab @lunnnix @frreyaa

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whimsyfinny · 3 months

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Charlie discovers the Winchester boys to be struggling with keeping the bunker tidy, looking after themselves and being able to do their job simultaneously. Luckily she has a friend who’s from a Hunter family that is in need of work and can help them with research. Or so she thought that’s what her job would be. When Dean sees your more domesticated side, his head won’t stop swimming with all the wrong ideas.

Slow burn, enemies to lovers, smut

Warnings: None (Yet) in chapters to come there will be smut (and lots of it) and possible violence/blood/gore

Chapter Word Count: 1566

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A/N: My first Supernatural fic so I hope it doesn’t suck ass. Only proof read by myself, so pls let me know of any errors so I can correct! Also I know at this point in the series Dean is more serious, however I love pre-Hell Dean so imma bring some of those vibes in here. This is also posted on my AO3.

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Please Read the below first:

Prologue

Chapter 1

I’m Not Your F*cking Maid

Chapter 2

The journey to the bunker was pretty uneventful, with Sam and Charlie chatting amongst themselves in the front of the car whilst both myself and Dean sat miserably next to each other in the back like a couple of criminals who’d been arrested. The chains on my handcuffs jangled as I rubbed my sore knuckles; the skin raw, bruised and red from either my own blood or - most likely - Deans. As I did, I could feel a red hot glare burning into the side of my face from the older Winchester, as though he was in disbelief that I even had the audacity to feel any pain or discomfort right now as dark red scabs formed on his nose and cheek. We pulled up next to the bunker, and I didn’t get much chance to look at the surrounding scenery as the moment we were parked, the golden retriever duo up front hopped out, slammed their doors shut and threw ours open, Sam gently yet firmly grasping my elbow and pulling me to my feet whilst Charlie did the same for Dean. We were marched into the building and we soon arrived in what I assumed to be the kitchen. Sam pushed gently on my shoulder, urging me to take a seat at the table to which I obliged with Dean following suit and taking a seat opposite me. We stared each other down from across the table for a few moments, the atmosphere growing thicker by the second as his brilliant green eyes pierced mine.

“Enough the pair of you!” Charlie exclaimed, throwing her hands up. “Look, I’ve got some things to say before we release you both back into the wild. It won’t take long,” she sighed and rubbed her temples. “I wanted to introduce you guys to (Y/n) because I thought you would get along! With your shared interest in hunting, bootcut jeans, rock music and most importantly - pie.”

Dean and I shot each other a quick glance before looking away again. Charlie continued.

“You’ve had one disagreement, and even though I was impressed by the performance it definitely didn’t warrant the carnage. You’re both adults, so act like it and stop bickering like children. You’re going to be living and working together now so you’re both just going to have to suck it up and move on.”

Sam stepped forward; “I agree with Charlie. (Y/n) you have no idea how much of a help you being here is going to be. We’ve been going around in circles for months and we really need a fresh pair of eyes. Plus you get free food and board, if that helps,” he grinned slightly trying to lighten the mood. I humoured him and softened my eyes, raising my eyebrows in acknowledgment to the pros of staying here.

“Right,” he clapped his hands together, “we’re going to remove the tape and you’re both going to be civilised. You promise?”

I gave Dean one final long, hard stare before nodding.

”Good,” Sams soft cool fingers grazed my cheek as he pulled up the corner of the tape, gently peeling it back until it was removed and I could finally take a deep breath. Meanwhile, Charlie approached Dean and in one swift movement ripped the tape from his mouth in under a second.

“FUCK!” He cried out as he tenderly touched his now extra sore swollen lips. I couldn’t help but smirk.

“Right, I’m going to go and get (Y/n)s belongings from the motel room she’s staying in and check her out then I’ll be right back with all her stuff. I’ll see you guys later!” And before I could even protest for her to take me with her, she’d turned on her heel and hightailed it out of the bunker, leaving Sam to undo our cuffs and set us free.

“That bitch,” I sighed, huffing a strand of hair out of my face. Sam knelt before me, that kind look in his eye ever twinkling.

“(Y/n) I promise you that you're safe here. It’s warded to the teeth and full of everything we need to survive. We’ve got you,” he patted my knee before taking my hands in his, using a small key to finally undo the cuffs right before they clattered to the floor. I leant down to pick them up, and by the time I’d sat back up to place them on the kitchen table, he was already beside Dean doing the same for him. His own cuffs removed and rubbing his wrists, he stood, looking from me to Sam a few times before speaking.

“Well I’ve already suffered enough today so I’m going to spend time coming up with a better excuse as to why I look like this,” he gestured to his beaten face and turned to leave, mumbling a quick ‘see ya later’ to Sam before leaving the kitchen. Sam stood awkwardly for a second, before declaring that he was going to get some lunch for everyone and also scurried away, leaving me completely alone in alien territory. I was still sat at the table as I began to look around.

This place was a dump.

How did these grown ass men live in conditions like this? The dirty dishes were piled so high that it was a surprise they hadn’t toppled over yet. Empty beer bottles cluttered the table and countertops, the bin was overflowing with bulging bin bags dumped right next to it without being taken outside and the smell was starting to make me feel a little nauseous. How does Sam expect us all to eat and live together in conditions like this? It was like living with a couple of wild animals. After a few silent moments to myself I released a breath I’d been holding whilst I pondered. I ran my hands through my hair and laughed at myself in disbelief. I’m gonna have to clean the fucking kitchen. Without giving it a second thought and running the risk that I’d change my mind, I scooped my hair into a high ponytail using the bobble on my wrist and pushed up my sleeves, finding a pair of rubber gloves under the sink. Let’s clean this bitch.

In the space of about an hour and a half (a gruelling hour and a half), I’d washed and dried the dishes, putting them away in their respective places, taken out all the trash and lined the bin with a fresh bag, scrubbed and disinfected every surface and had even mopped the floors. The smell of rotting trash was dissipating and the urge to claw off my own skin had gone. I’d propped the mop against the wall and stepped back to admire my hard labour when I heard a door open and close, the entering footsteps heading my way. Sam emerged into the kitchen, a stunned look on his face as he walked to the table slowly, placing about 6 bags of ‘groceries’ on its surface. His mouth opened and closed a few times like he was searching for the right things to say.

“You’re welcome,” I cut in, hoping to help him find his words.

“Yeah, thank you! I’m sorry, I didn't know what to say - you really didn’t have to do this. It’s embarrassing that you were even put in a situation where you felt you had to,” he grimaced a little, only now realising what a horror show it was that they were living in. “But seriously thank you, I really appreciate it,” he smiled and I couldn't help but smile back. Sam was sweet and easy to like - unlike his Neanderthal brother. I felt like I could trust him.

I peeled my gloves off, threw them in the bin and approached the kitchen table where Sam was pulling out a case of beer.

“Here, you deserve one of these,” he said, handing me one. The bottle was nice and cool on my hot fingertips, my warm skin instantly relishing the coldness.

“Thank you,” I smiled before popping the cap and taking a long, well deserved drink. I savoured the moment, genuinely appreciating Sam’s gesture. Although all nice moments comes to an end, and soon Dean was striding into the room bold as brass, seating himself at the table and helping himself to a beer without so much as a hello. It wasn’t until he’d drained half the bottle in one gulp that he realised the kitchen was clean. He grinned and looked at his brother.

“Hey, nice job Sammy! It looks great in here, I owe you one,” he raised his bottle as if making a small toast whilst Sam’s eyes flicked to mine.

“Uh, Dean… this wasn’t me. You need to thank (Y/n) for that,” Deans grin faulted slightly as he looked between the two of us before it returned. I couldn’t help but raise my eyebrows in suspicion. His forest green eyes pierced into mine as he almost purred his next sentence.

“Well, Sammy, it looks like we’ve bagged ourselves a maid. Does she cook too?”

I slammed my bottle on the table, much like I did earlier. Only Sam flinched.

“I’m not your fucking maid,” I snarled, resenting that shit-eating grin on the older Winchesters lips. He chuckled, the sound coming deep from within his chest as he rose to his feet.

“Sure thing sweetheart.”

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Taglist: @creative-writing92 @suckitands33

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Up Next:

Chapter 3

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yandere-kokeshi · 2 years

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Congrats on the 979 followers!!! 🥳

If it would be okay I'd love to request a yandere Dabi, yandere Hawks and any other yandere you may want to add in, with a darling who either loves to sleep and refuses to leave the bed for anything if the yandere is a early riser, or if the yandere sleeps in, an early rising darling who fights to escape the bed?

Again congrats 😊

Warning: Yandere behavior and some sexual hints(?)

Authors note: Thank you!!!!! That means so much. I didn't expect to get here! Sorry if this isn't what you wanted, I had to hurry this. Feel free to request again! :DD

Dabi:

Dabi isn’t an early riser, more so forced to do so because of Shigaraki's tantrums. He absolutely hates waking up, but has to; meaning leaving you in a cold room, coming back with some takeout that may or may not be healthy.

Don’t get me wrong, Dabi absolutely loves to sleep in with you, something about waking up with his giant arms surrounding your body and the soft snores of his beloved gives nothing but butterflies in his stomach; calming his anger and hidden anxiety that he didn’t even know he had.

Buuut… that doesn’t mean he gets up on his rare days off to make you two nice, eatable breakfasts. Though, that doesn’t mean he can be an asshole waking you up at times.

At first, he’ll shak you awake, placing butterfly kisses on your face and shoulders before whispering with his deep voice: “Come’ on doll, get up. I made you your favorite.”

you decide to groan and roll over, pulling up the covers to ignore the now-blinding sun; he’ll think it’s cute at first, smiling: “I know.. Come’ on doll, get up.”

But the more you whine, the more he gets annoyed.

Finally, he’ll get more stern; ripping the covers off of you, climbing over you to rest on your stomach. “Come on, get up. I know you’re tired but your food will get cold, and no; I’m not re-heating it.”

Rarely, will he give in and let you sleep, but he likes to spend time with you when he’s not ‘working’. Though, if you do use the ‘puppy face’ and beg him to sleep him with you, he'll give in and come back to bed; laying on top of you with his head on you're chest.

Keigo Takami / Hawks:

As he’s a Pro-Hero, he’s forced to wake up pretty early and function till around 10 pm or later. Usually, when he leaves, he always pecks your face with a few kisses, maybe blowing on your face lightly to wake you up so you can eat something.

Sometimes, he will fly over to the shared apartment to hang out with you, either on his lunch break or on his rare few minutes off; if Keigo still sees you asleep… he’s the devil waking you up.

Much like above, if you decide to whine and refuse to get up; he’ll let it slide one or two times, trying to wake you up again in 5 minutes or so. If you don’t, he will blow raspberries on your belly; tickling you while whining: “You’re killing me, [Name!!!]”

If you don’t wake up, he will huff and puff while saying “Fine!” and storm into the kitchen, ordering your favorite takeout; once it’s at the house, he will take it out, go into the room and eat near you, making loud “Mm!! So good. Such a shame I don’t have a hot [Name] near me to satisfy my other needs!” — “It would be a shame if I ate it all and couldn’t share any with my darling.”

In other words, he’s baiting you to get out of bed.

Either way, he’ll annoy you awake: slightly biting your thighs, stomach and shoulders, blowing raspberries and tickling you awake. Or, he’ll whine away about how ‘he’s dying’ and ‘you need to save me’.

On rare occasions, if he does have a day off; he will let you sleep in, yes, even into the afternoon. But, 2pm is the max.

Though, if you are just too cute and refuse to get out; he will crawl back into bed with you, cover you with his wings and fall back asleep with you, maybe asking if you two can do... special work-out sessions after you two wake up.

Katsuki Bakugou / Dynamite

Much like Keigo, he also needs to get up early.

Normally, Katsuki gets up around 5am to train about an hour or more before heading to work. Rarely, does he ever wake you up, unless it's urgent. He understands that it’s pretty early in the morning and you despise getting your beauty sleep disturbed.

But, when he does have his rare day off; he likes to train, take a shower when he comes home then make you two breakfast. Usually, Katsuki will (try) to wake you up around 9am, with a nice, hot plate of home cooked breakfast and do the usual scheduled thing you two do: cuddle on the bed while watching some drama TV show.

He will wake you up much like Dabi, sure, he’ll be a bit more rougher; but still nice enough to let you wake up naturally and not have a heart attack when you see his red eyes.

“Wake up, [Name]. Made your favorite.” – “Come on. Not in the mood to play games, you’re acting like a child.”

Either if you whine and throw a pillow at him or mumble a ‘no’ and turn around to face the other way; be ready to have the covers ripped off of you, his warm hands grabbing your ankles and dragging you off the bed.

Katsuki doesn’t like wasting food, so if you decide to not want to get up, he’ll be a bit snarkier than normal and force you to get up; whether that’s shaking your shoulders, pulling the covers off of you or kissing your neck to the point it’s uncomfortable, he will make you get up.

Now, if you decide to use the famous ‘puppy face’ and try to convince him to sleep in a bit more; he’ll try to resist your pretty face but sooner or later, he’ll give in and let you sleep in for 10 minutes. Which turns out to be 30 minutes because he ended up joining you.

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deartouya · 1 year

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i like you a latte | denki kaminari.

denki kaminari's determined to make you fall in love with him, cheesy one-liners and all, even if it takes months and puts him in debt. little does he know he's already won you over, you just like watching him fumble.

pairing: denki kaminari x gn!barista!reader

word count: 1.3k

content: reader has a job!, mentions of food/eating, lots of fluff, denki's cheesy but it's fine bc he's cute

hehe do you like my very clever pun ?? i think writing this made me realize i'm a little in love with denki </3 he's a charming dork idk. written as part of @cup-of-fluff's time to shine collab !! ty so much for hosting ^-^ this was soso much fun to write,, im sorry for being a whole month late ;—;

You’re beginning to think Chargebolt doesn’t have any friends. At least, you would if you hadn’t seen him sitting at their crowded table—Red Riot, Alien Queen, Deku, Ingenium, Cellophane, even Dynamight makes the occasional, disgruntled, appearance—his elbows planted in their sides and smiles splitting their faces. Or a poorly hidden grin in Dynamight’s case. But, you reason, he must not like them very much with how much of his time is spent alone in the cafe. Always in the same spot, the same order, with the same barista: you.

So, he has friends. He’s just decided to spend all his precious free time drinking over-priced lattes and eating equally expensive cheese Danishes. Sometimes he brings a binder, thick with unorganized papers and what looks like incredibly important reports, but he never even opens it—too busy monopolizing your company and stretching over the little cafe table to get your attention.

You can’t really complain, though. He always attracts a crowd, even with an incredibly inconspicuous cap pulled over his eyes, which means more orders and more tips and more money. You also can’t deny that you’re just the tiniest bit amused with him, all with his cheesy smiles and jokes and flattery.

Which, he’s not nearly as skilled at as the press pretends. Pro Hero Chargebolt, with his bolstering reputation as a flirt with—reportedly—never-ending charm never fails to come up with the most nauseatingly cheesy café puns. Puns which have, regrettably, endeared you to the Pro.

“Just admit it, you’re in love with him! Y’know it’s healthy, everyone is in love with at least one member of class 1a,” Izumi’s wrought with faux consolation, “it’s human nature, inevitable even. And most people don’t have them sitting in the front of their shop every week.”

“I’m not in love with him,” you huff, sounding too much like a petulant child for your liking. Izumi’s tease isn’t new either, ever since Denki first showed up during one of your shared shifts, she's been insufferable.

“That’s not what your eyes say—they get all hazy and lovesick when he’s ordering,” Izumi says, voice high and sing-songy as she finishes clearing the last table, “and I think your chargebolt keychain says otherwise too.”

“You bought me that.” She doesn’t falter under your glare, though, smile only widening as she perches on the counter, chin cradled in her palms. “And you’re just hoping if he keeps coming around, he’ll bring Ingenium with him.”

A forlorn look suddenly passes over Izumi’s face as she remembers the one and only time he visited, a time she wasn’t even working, “and alas, it’s only happened once.”

“I’m not in love with him. He’s a good Pro Hero and I respect the work that he does.” She scoffs a laugh, earning a very pointed stare, “now, back to work—if you burn my muffins, I'm making you re-bake them.”

It ends the conversation—Izumi disappearing back into the kitchen, palms raised and facing you with a grin—but it settles deep and heavy in your mind. Her words repeat themselves to you throughout the day and into the next. You’d gotten used to Denki being there, to all his cheesy flirts and smiles. So used to them you’re not sure what a week would be like without them. Some selfish part of you hopes you never find out.

“They’ll work on you someday,” Denki catches your eye as you pass, the rest of the cafe quiet and empty. He’d been there since his morning patrol, entertaining the same blueberry muffin and attempting to fold his napkins into paper cranes. He was getting better at it despite the little stack of lopsided and half-formed birds.

He smiles, as bright as the dying sun streaming in through the cafe’s open windows. He watches you clear the table next to him, eyes trailing the slope of your nose and the subtle curve of your smile. His grin broadens when you scoff to hide your grin.

“Don’t you have t-shirts and headshots to sign, hero?” You can’t help the way you chew at your lip, fighting off the warmth bubbling there. He’s right, it’ll work on you, it is working on you. His voice calling you brew-tiful haunts you everytime you make a chai latte. He’s sunny and determined and you can’t help the way you relish the whole of his attention being focused on you. “You’ve had three tables staring at you the entire hour you’ve been here.”

“I’m not trying to woo them, I’m trying to woo you,” it’s a simple sentence, but it's the way he says it that gets to you. Sure and just a little exasperated—like it’s obvious he’d rather watch you clear tables for the next hour than anything else. “Is it working?”

Denki’s grinning again—wider, brighter, and utterly charmed by himself—from where his cheek is squished into his fist and you can feel the way your pulse stutters. He’s charming, disarmingly so, bundled in some obscure graphic t-shirt and bright pink puffer, jeans marked up with lightning bolts you’re pretty were done by him, he’s pretty. Prettier than you’d ever admit to his face, you think his ego’s plenty big enough.

“Maybe,” your voice is drawn out and teasy, hiding any nerves as you move to clear the last few tables of cups and pastry platters, “maybe not.”

Denki’s face warms just a bit in the way it always does when you tease, cheeks splitting with the force of his grin as he—somehow—leans closer. He watches you disappear behind the counter, picking through what's left of the muffins and danishes to reemerge with a square of cake—bright and citrusy in a way which always reminds you of him.

“I’ll see you again tomorrow,” he fumbles with the words despite saying them every week, a stack of manilla folders and binders, the same ones he’d been using as an arm rest, decidedly not working, are stuffed under one arm. He smiles and you’re reminded of spring and the warmth of the sun on your face, “rain or shine.”

“I know. I can’t wait.” You return his grin, lifting the slice of cake, now nicely wrapped and ribboned, “for the road.” The road being his half a block walk back to his apartment, though you know he’ll probably still have the slice eaten before he gets there.

Denki’s fingers brush against yours as you hand off the box. A chill runs up your spine at the contact. His hands are always warm, he’s always warm and this close you can smell the familiar citrusy warmth of his cologne. The thought makes you want to hold his hands, wonder what they’d feel like laced with your own.

You shake the thought with a smile, ignoring the little hitch in your chest when he turns to leave, forcing yourself not to watch him and hoping he’d find your note once he got home.

The note, written neatly on a slip of construction paper a week ago, is tucked into the top of the box. You’d written it the day after Izumi had teased you, hiding it beneath the tip jar and hoping that you’d work up the courage to slip it to him. ‘ I like you a latte too, hero. just make sure to save some of those lines of yours for the date ;)

xxx-xxx-xxxx

You think he forgot how glass works, pausing in front of the shop's corner to pump a jittery fist, the one still clutching your napkin and number—full and happy. The sight startles a laugh out of you. Denki’s head whips up to find you—face flushed and beaming—and he makes a show of waving the notecard in his hand.

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #denki x reader #denki kaminari x reader #kaminari denki x reader #✶ writes #✶ writes.bnha #✶ writes.denki

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specialagentlokitty · 19 days

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Aizawa x reader - the heart of a hero

Part 2:

You woke up to something being thrown at your head and you groaned, rolling over to the side.

“Don’t be such a bitch…”

“You need to take your tiny foods!” Venom yelled.

Reaching down, you pat the floor, trying to find the bottle and you picked them up, reading the label before looking at the symbiotesface in front of yours.

“You know these are food right?”

“The science man said you have to take them!”

You grumbled, tossing them back across your apartment, only to have venom fling them back at your head.

“That’s abusive man, what the fuck?”

“Take your tiny foods!”

You sighed, sitting up as you picked up the bottle, walking over to the sink to get a glass of water.

“Will you stop throwing them at me if I take them?”

“Maybe.”

Venom came over, studying you for a moment as you took your medication.

“I still don’t understand why we have to take the tiny food.”

“They’re antidepressants idiot, they’re supposed to make me so called normal. Anyway, I have work, so let’s go.”

You grabbed your work shirt, pulling it on over the one you were wearing, and you made your way to the quiet cafe.

You didn’t work much, you worked part time, it was the only job you could get, the pay was crap, your boss was horrible, but it paid for your medication you had to take, and let you buy a little bit of food each week.

As always, you finished late, you threw your hoodie back on and pulled your hood up as you left the kitchen of the restaurant, making your way into the dark street.

“I am hungry!”

“You’re always hungry…” you grumbled.

“I want brains!”

“You wouldn’t eat the damn chickens!” You hissed.

The creature huffed a little bit, taking control of your legs and you just sighed, letting him.

You couldn’t be bothered fighting him, and you didn’t feel like going home straight away either, so you let venom lead the way.

He jumped up on to a building, and you pulled your bandana up as you crouched down, resting your arms on your legs.

You stared at the ground below, yawning a little bit.

“This blows, can’t we just go to the shop. You’re not going to eat their heads anyways.”

“I crave violence!”

“Of course you do…”

Sighing heavily, you rested your elbow on your knee, and your chin on your hand, slowly looking over the streets.

So many people wondering about, probably having actual homes to go to, friends, families, maybe some of them felt the same way you did, you weren’t sure.

You were half asleep at that point, but when you heard a noise behind you, and the feeling of being tangled up in some sort of fabric you just sighed as you were dragged backwards.

“You’re coming with me venom.”

You recognised that voice.

Tilting your head up a little, your eyes bore into his, and you looked away again.

“Venom mask…”

Soon enough your body was gone, and he free of the scarf, and he let out a loud laugh as he pointed at the hero.

“I will eat your brain!”

“Don’t hurt him.”

“You are no fun!” He huffed.

Venom looked around, noticing a helicopter light was on him.

“Look, just try lose them if you can.”

“Fine!”

Venom ran towards the end of the building, jumping down the ledge.

He used the surrounding buildings to jump around, jumping between them, or swinging from them to get around corners.

He was fast, but you noticed that the pair of you weren’t alone in the skies, and in his attempts to escape from the heroes, you realised it was on purpose.

“It’s a trap!”

Before venom could stop, he came crashing into a clearing full of pros and police, all then them focused on the pair of you.

Venom looked around the construction site, grabbing some steel beams as he held them above his head with a roar.

“Venom don’t! They’ve got us, just sit down.”

You didn’t want to hurt any of them, so you forced him to give himself up as well, watching as they cuffed you, leading you to the back of a van.

You were taken away, taken to an isolated cell with guns in each corner, and you were strapped to the chair.

“I want food!” Venom yelled.

A police officer stood in front of the glass, arms crossed.

“Tell is who you are first. What’s your real name?”

“We are venom.”

“We know you have another form, I want to speak to that one, we believe that’s the true owner of the body, am I right?”

Venom tilted his head a little, grinning widely to show his teeth.

“I have eaten them!”

“No you haven’t. Where is the human? What is your quirk?”

Venom pushed his feet on the floor, pushing his chair backwards, and the guns followed him.

“I will stare at the ceiling!”

Half of venoms face receded to show yours.

“You dumbass, we’re going to be stuck like this now. Idiot.”

“I do not want to look at his ugly face!”

“I don’t want to lay here forever either, push us back up!”

“Fine! But you can look at his stupid face!”

Venom pushed you both back up, quickly covering you as the guns fired, and you waited for them to stop.

When they did, he fully disappeared, hiding inside of your again.

The officer couldn’t see much of you, you kept your head down, and you were still wearing your bandana.

“What’s your name?”

“His name is venom.”

“I want to know your name.”

You didn’t respond.

“What’s your quirk?”

Again you didn’t respond.

“Who do you work for? The league of villains?”

This caught your attention, and you lifted your head just enough so he could see your eyes.

“I’m not a villain.” You spat.

“Then what have you been doing?”

You refused to reply to his question, and he sighed, crossing his arms.

“Fine, I’ll try again tomorrow.”

They kept trying, day after day, you had your food delivered by robots, which venom enjoyed messing with.

You wouldn’t give the a chance to get closer to you to see your face, or try take your hood down, venom always had you covered, the mist they would flood the room with to knock you out didn’t affect the alien.

So he would keep you covered while you slept, or while they flooded the room with it.

You had broken free of your restraints a while ago, but you didn’t have the effort to try and break out of the prison, so you kept to your cell.

You were sitting in the corner playing a game with venom with some cards you had hidden in your pocket when you heard the speak activate.

“We have some heroes who are here to talk to you.”

Venom lifted his head to look up, and you smirked, swapping his cards before going back to looking at your own.

The speaker was shut down, so you couldn’t heard their conversation.

“Why aren’t they restrained?” Aizawa asked.

“They kept breaking out, they seem to have no interest in escaping.”

Aizawa nodded his head, putting his hands in his pockets as he looked through the window.

“He’s strong enough to escape, why won’t he?”

“We don’t think he’s the one in control, at least not fully. He seems to sometimes listen to what the other says. We don’t know their name, they won’t tell us, they just keep telling us they aren��t a villain, that’s it.”

Aizawa nodded his head, carefully studying the pair of you before.

Venom used your left hand to pick up his cards and he narrowed his eyes a bit before throwing them in the air.

“You cheated!”

“No I didn’t!”

He took over your body before launched you across the room, quickly uncovering you so your back slammed into the wall.

You fell on the floor with a heavy groan.

“This is why no one likes you…”

“They do this every day.” The officer sighed.

He left the room, leaning Aizawa sitting there.

“Venom the hero who found you is here to ask you a few questions.”

You and venom looked up, and you stared at Aizawa, pushing yourself to your feet.

Walking over, you stood in front of the glass with your hands in your pockets like him.

“Who do you work for?” He asked.

“I’m not a damn villain! Stop asking that!” You snapped.

“We eat villains!”

You turned to venom.

“Stop saying that shit we don’t eat them!”

Aizawa narrowed his eyes a little, then activated his quirk.

Venom decided to play along with this and hid himself inside you, and you rose a brow in confusion.

“You’re not a hero either, so what are you? Who are you?”

You sighed heavily.

“I’m a vigilante. Bringing down villains, we’ve never actually hurt somebody who didn’t deserve it.”

“That’s still a criminal offence.”

“Doesn’t make us a villain, just a criminal then.”

“What’s your name?”

You stayed quiet.

“This is the same question they refuse to answer. That and what their quirk is.” The officer said.

Aizawa released his quirky, and venom came back out, putting his face against the glass.

“We want our tiny foods!”

“You won’t tell us what your tiny foods are! What does it mean?!” An officer shouted over the speaker.

“The tiny foods that make us normal!”

“Medication? What kind of medication?” Aizawa asked.

Maybe this could narrow down their search, if they could find the matching name or description from doctors, they might be able to figure out who you are.

“The tiny foods make us normal, so we are not so sad.” Venom said.

You sighed, placing a hand on top of your hood.

“He means antidepressants. I take antidepressants.”

“What’s your name, we can get a prescription for you.” Aizawa said.

“Im not stupid.”

“We’re going to find out anyway.”

You walked over to the back of the room, sitting down, resting your arm on your knee as you began throwing the cards across the room.

“No you’re not. I’ve been out of the system for years.”

“You’ll still be somewhere, we’ll ask around.”

You scoffed.

“I don’t get why you won’t leave us alone…”

“You’re using your quirk, scaring civilians, and taking justice into your own hands.”

“Well if people just left me alone like I wanted…”

“What’s your name?” Aizawa pressed.

You pushed yourself up again, marching over to the glass and you pulled your bandanna down, letting him get a good look at your face.

“There, happy now? You know exactly who I am.” You snapped.

With that, you pulled your bandanna back up and went back to your corner.

“Just leave us alone…”

“(Y/N)…” he whispered.

“Bring us the tiny food!” Venom roared.

Aizawa narrowed his eyes a little bit.

You were you, he’d recognise you anywhere, but he couldn’t recognise you all at the same time, you looked so tired, worn down, you looked so sad and void of emotion all at the same time

#my hero academia x reader #my hero academia x you #my hero academia imagine #my hero academia #mha #mha x reader #mha x y/n #mha x you #mha imagine #Aizawa #aizawa x reader #aizawa x y/n #aizawa x you #Aizawa imagine

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river13245 · 3 months

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Hi! Hope your doing okay

I wanted to ask if you could do I fic with Dean Winchester x Male reader who is autistic and has a sensory meltdown? And Sam us freaking out not knowing what to do or what happened and Dean’s handling it like a pro. Season one episode 8 possibly? If not any episode is fine.

Thank you! Have a nice day!

The Bugs

Dean x autistic male reader

Another day means another case and as much as you loved traveling and taking down the supernatural. Today just already wasn't your day.

Your morning started out really good. Waking up next to dean who was holding you tightly against him was how you always wanted to wake up. You stayed in his arms for just a few minutes wanting to be close to him as long as possible. However what made you slip from his arms and out of the room was the fridge closing and a bag rustling.

Getting up and putting on one of your shirts and sweatpants you made your way into the kitchen. What you saw was Sam opening up a fast food bag that he must have went and gotten earlier. "good morning Sam" "good morning" he says before handing you a breakfast sandwich. You tell him a quick thank you before eating the food.

You knew that you didn't have much time before the three of you needed to leave for the next case that had popped up. So when you finish your sandwich you make sure to grab Deans before walking to your bed. Leaning down to place a kiss to the top of deans head you wake him up by shaking him gently. "hey get up and eat while I take a quick shower" He slowly wakes up and you put his sandwich on the bedside table.

Dean sits up in bed his hair barely a mess since he kept it short. However it is sticking up in different directions and his face looks softer than usual. "Want me to join you?" there was a slight tone in his voice and you knew he was joking. "shut up and eat. Any other time I wouldn't mind sharing the water but we have to leave and You took a shower last night"

He nods and eats leaving you to get ready. Once you get undressed and make sure the water is warm you step under the water. The water falls against you and it feels nice. However the repetitive noises got to you after a while. The small splattering sound it made as it fell against the bottom of the tub and the sound you heard as it came out of the facet.

Instead of getting frustrated and letting it ruin your day you made sure to hurry up your routine. The three of you were in a old hotel room so you wouldn't complain but man did the sound agitate you just a little. When you step out and turn the water off is when you let out deep breaths and manage to calm yourself down and get ready.

When you walk out the boys are already getting their shoes on and so you get your shoes and jacket on. Dean grabs his keys and the three of you get into the car. "so we have to go to a barbeque?" sam asks and dean smiles "absolutely. Just think about it, we get free food"

The three of you continue to talk for a while but you eventually to fall asleep. Which is something that happens alot on long car rides. and a few hours later Dean is waking you up while Sam is grabbing a few things from the trunk. "hey were here come on. Lets eat" This causes you to roll your eyes with a smile and get out of the car.

Walking up to the door you could hear a large crowd. This is not how you wanted your day to go. A lot of noise can cause you to have sensory overload. However you have been working on things to distract yourself so you are trying to be confident.

The door opens a moment after Sam knocks and a man walks up and he looks at the three of you and after a bit of talking he lets the three of you inside.

In the place and outside in the back there's a lot of people talking and just living their life. The whispers of so many people that are going straight to your eardrums are causing you to close your eyes. You were observant of many noises whether you wanted to be or not. But every little noise was overwhelming sometimes. However you distract yourself by talking to as many people as you need to. You even got some information out of it.

When the three of you all met back up to exchange data. You all left and began searching for more information and leads to figure out what exactly was happening in this town.

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The day is spent searching and sneaking into places to try to get to the bottom of this. and sure enough you guys have it figured out. The kid that was super interested in bugs was part of the problem. So Dean calls the kids father who was the man who was the owner of the place you went to just earlier that day.

When the man picks up and Dean says this lie to make up a story it doesn't go exactly how he plans and he hands up. You could tell that Dean was frustrated and frankly you were beginning to be. Your head hurt a little bit and you just couldn't understand why people couldn't just listen. If someone tells you that your family is in danger you would listen.

Sam sighs "gimme the phone" before taking it away from his brother and he calls the kid. Sam is telling the kid to make his father listen and trying to keep him calm about the whole thing. However Dean wasn't having any of that so he grabs the phone and starts telling the kid to lie. To lie to his father to get him and his family out of the house.

Tension is in the air but you don't speak. Instead you just put your hand on deans as he drives. There is not much talking until you arrive and when you do the door opens and the dad comes out yelling at the three of you. "get off my property before I call the cops"

Sam is the next to speak "mr Pike listen"

Then there's a whole lot of yelling and talking to try to reason with the man. It didn't look like it was going anywhere but then there's a noise that causes everyone to shut up. The sound is flying insects/bugs, whatever you want to call them. One wouldn't cause any alarm but when the sound is loud it causes you to cover your ears and look around.

The sight makes the man start running indoor to get his wife. There high in the air are hundreds or even thousands of bugs flying towards the house. There isn't much time so instead of leaving everyone goes into the house. Dean is the first to snap into action and he gets everyone prepared while Sam is helping everyone.

You are helping Dean find things to secure the house. Anything that he needs you've managed to find and hand it to him. everything seemed to be going the best it could until the bugs started coming in from the fire place. They swarmed you all and the sound went right to your ears and you covered your ears trying to block out as much as the sound as possible.

Dean was quick with a lighter and bug killing spray so that it created fire to kill them as quickly as possible. "everyone get upstairs now" he ordered and you stand there for a moment before Sam grabs ahold of your arm and pulls you upstairs with him.

When all of you are upstairs you pull up the ladder and for just a moment its quiet. There's no bugs and so you open you close your eyes for a moment just resting your head against the wall. Of course it doesn't last long. When does it ever. The bugs begin to eat through the ceiling and now they are swarming all of you again. You are quick to take off your jacket and draping it over the kid. "shield yourself as much as possible with it. Okay?" he nods and does his best and it seems to be helping him a bit more.

You huddle with the family leaving Sam and Dean to try to figure it out. The family took off their own jackets and started covering themselves up with it. Blocking the bugs as much as possible which was difficult to do. They were covered for the most part but you weren't so the bugs were gravitating towards you more.

The sound from all of them. The buzzing was starting to make you become extremely sensitive to all sound. You shut your eyes and took deep breaths but your body still started to shake. "fuck not right now" you said to yourself. Your legs soon started to give out and so now you were sitting on your knees swatting at the bugs that were flying around you.

You were like this for a long while until the sun started to come out. Which made the bugs disappear. You were sitting down with your hands on your ears trying to calm yourself down but you couldnt. The family start to get up and put down the jackets that were shielding them while Dean and Sam are helping them back downstairs. Sam is the first to notice you handnt gotten up so he comes over to you while telling Dean to continue helping them. "hey come on its over" he grabs ahold of your arm causing you to flinch back.

Sam is confused because hes never seen you like this. Usually you would already be with the family making sure they were okay. But here you were curled up in yourself shaking. "Man come on get up. We gotta get back to the room" he wasnt frustrated or anything just concerned as you went mute.

He calls for Dean and he instantly comes back upstairs and sees you. "I don't know what to do. He's just mute and shaking" Dean holds up his hand silently telling him to shut up before sitting next to you. When he speaks he does it quietly. "i'm going to hold you now okay" he doesn't wait for you to respond because he knows you aren't able to and so he just holds you in his arms for a moment. Your head rests against his chest as he runs his hands up and down your back lightly.

Sam goes downstairs talkling to the family for a bit making sure they knew what they were doing. Eventually you look up at Dean and he looks down at you. "you okay?" he asks and you nod. "yeah im okay just really want to go to the hotel and pass out." He laughs quitely before standing up and helping you up.

When the both of you go down Sam gives you a thumbs up and you give him one back. Sam knew about your autism but he had never seen you react that way before. You knew it wasn't his fault for how he reacted. The kid that you had given your jacket walks up to you handing you it. "its a bit ripped sorry"

You shake your head. "its okay just means it worked well. I'm glad you all are okay" He and his parents both tell the three of you thank you and then you all leave.

A while into the car ride is when you finally spoke. "i'm sorry for how i reacted back there. I should have helped more" Dean quickly grabs onto your hand and Sam puts his hand on your shoulder. "don't apologize for something you cant control. we will never think of you any different" Dean says and then Sam speaks "Also you helped so much. You were helping the family in any way that you could even when you were feeling badly. Thank you"

Sam squeezes your shoulder before sitting back and for once Dean doesn't turn on rock music. Instead he puts on soft quiet songs that make you fully relax.

The rest of the night is spent with fast food and cuddling in bed with your boyfriend. You have your head on his chest while his arms wrap around you. Neither of you speak because its not needed and eventually you fall asleep with him holding onto you.

#river13245 #fluff #male reader #supernatural #sam winchester #dean winchester #dean winchester x male reader #supernatural masterlist #supernatural fanfiction #masterlist

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averysmolbear · 1 year

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Perfectly Imperfect

CW: Features a f!reader, pet names such as princess and babe are used, reader is referred to as his girlfriend, established relationship, aged up characters (mid 20s), pro player Kunigami Rensuke, and yes, I refer to it as soccer because I'm American, also reader is going through a slight breakdown during this so there might be a touch of angst but it definitely leans toward hurt/comfort more.

A/N: I had a slightly rough day so ✨catharsis✨ and it also means this is kind of self ship coded. Get ready for self indulgence but feel free to insert yourself in this as well. And yes, it fades out before the good stuff. I wasn't feeling adding all of that so the hint of intimacy is definitely there but that's about it this time.

The silence that met Kunigami Rensuke as he opened the front door of the house you two shared felt uncanny to him. He had been gone for almost a week recently for work but the two of you had called and video chatted every day that he was gone, at every opportunity the two of you could steal. He had even put up with a few of his teammates giving him shit for taking a video call with you while in the locker room before a game.

Hearing your voice kept Kunigami sane while he was away and he loved how excited you were to hear about his games and how his days were going in general. If you couldn't be there to share in the moments with him, then he still wanted a way to share everything with you anyway. In fact, he had been happy to hear you tell him that the next time he had to leave for a bit, you were going to be able to tag along with him since you worked out a way to be able to take your work with you while hitting the road with your boyfriend.

He had fully expected you to run and jump into his arms when he arrived home but instead the house seemed dead silent. He could smell something burning in the kitchen though so he followed the scent. Kunigami looked around, not seeing you but glad to see that nothing was actually burning in the kitchen. Still, it was a mess with bits of food everywhere and pots and pans overflowing in the sink. He even noticed that the garbage can looked like it was nearly going to spill over.

As he moved toward it, ready to take the bag out before getting started on cleaning up the kitchen, he heard you sniffling softly. Kunigami looked down and felt like his heart shattered.

He hadn't seen you because you were tucked into a corner, hugging your legs to your chest with your head resting on your knees. It was clear you were crying, your body softly trembling as the tears flowed down your cheeks.

He stopped what he was doing and moved toward you carefully. He knelt down beside you and took a sharp, shaky breath when he felt you flinch as his large hand lightly touched your shoulder.

"Baby, what's wrong?" he asked in a soft, soothing voice.

You looked up at him with a tear streaked face, eyes red and swollen. Each breath you took felt like it took so much effort as you tried to stop yourself from shaking. You opened your mouth but you couldn't seem to form any words so you quickly shut it again, biting your bottom lip so hard you nearly drew blood.

Kunigami gently lifted your face as you started to look away from him. He wiped at your tears and leaned in to press soft kisses on your temples and your forehead. He made himself as comfortable as he could on the floor beside you and pulled you closer so you were tucked safely under his arm.

"I'm so sorry, princess," he continued, shaking his head a little. He couldn't help but to blame himself. Every time the two of you had talked, however, you had seemed so upbeat and cheerful. He hated that he had missed any signs of you feeling this low. "Y'know, if you were feeling like this before, you coulda told me."

You nodded weakly as you rested your head on his shoulder. The truth was that you had been fine while your boyfriend was gone. The constant calls and video chats helped you miss him a little less. This feeling had come on suddenly when you realized that today was the day that Kunigami was coming home. You had been excited to have him back and you had only wanted to make him a nice dinner to show him how much you missed him.

Everything you tried to make seemed to burn or you managed to cut something too small or not small enough. It wasn't perfect and that was all that you wanted, to make something perfect for him. You should have known better, of course, because Kunigami would have been just as happy to come home to find takeout on the kitchen table waiting for him but he was always doing so much for you (or at least it felt like it) and you had just wanted to do this one thing for him.

You climbed into his lap and, of course, he let you, nuzzling his nose in your hair as you let out a soft sigh. You listened to his heartbeat for awhile with your eyes closed, feeling Kunigami's long fingers gently playing with your hair.

"I was just trying to make dinner for us," you finally said. Even to your own ears, your voice sounded so small. "It seemed like I couldn't do anything right today."

When he heard you choke down a sob, he sighed and wrapped his arms even tighter around you. "Only thing I need is my beautiful girlfriend in my arms again," Kunigami said with a soft smile. He felt like he almost couldn't breathe as you looked up at him. Your wide eyes and your pretty face couldn't be marred by the tears you had been crying earlier.

He leaned in and softly kissed you. As he felt your body relax against his, Kunigami relaxed as well. You meant the world to him and he knew how lucky he was to have someone like you in his life. It was the reason that he did so much for you without ever expecting anything in return. Just being with you was the only thing he needed.

Since he knew that there was nothing in the kitchen that could be a danger to either of you, he slipped his arms underneath you and scooped you up as he easily rose to his feet from the floor. You let your head rest lightly on one of his broad shoulders, your eyes closing as you breathed him in. Kunigami smelled like freshly laundered clothes with a hint of bergamot and citrus. It was a scent that, to you, distinctly belonged to your boyfriend.

He set you down in your shared bed before climbing in after you. His arms wrapped around you almost immediately, pulling you toward his chest. You gently peppered his jaw with little kisses, making Kunagami smile softly. His fingers threaded through your hair, pushing it off of your forehead. He gently tucked some hair behind your ear, letting his fingers linger slowly along the shell of you ear. He chuckled as he watched your eyes flutter closed for a moment, his touch making you tremble in a very different way.

"Feeling better, princess?" he softly asked, his already deep voice seemingly dropping another octave as he stared at you.

You nodded, feeling your face flush. Your body suddenly felt so warm but you didn't want to move, especially not as you felt Kunigami's fingers teasingly dipping under the bottom hem of your shirt.

"I promise to make you feel even better," he added, his lips already on your neck. Now that he had you in his arms again, Kunigami was going to do everything that he could to show you how much he missed you and just how perfect you were to him.

#tessie writes #kunigami x reader #kunigami x y/n #kunigami rensuke x reader #kunigami rensuke x y/n #blue lock #blue lock fanfiction #bllk fanfic

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thesunshineriptide · 2 years

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Stores I’m taking the TWST boys to and why (brutal)

Cw: light bullying of every boy and half of the stores. Also crackfic material

I’m taking Ace, Deuce, and Grim to Walmart at 3AM. That’s where you go to ride a child’s bicycle, cry in the cereal aisle, and play with toys that you don’t intend to buy and not worry about getting kicked out or banned. It is the only store safe for the braincell trio to go

I’m taking Cater to Starbucks so he can buy a $7 drink and post a picture of it on magicam. Then I’m taking him to therapy

I’m taking Trey to sur la table because he can behave and I think he’d like looking at kitchen equipment like a single 40 year old dad. He and I have to go alone though because I trust him not to get me banned but I don’t trust him not to spend all my money

Riddle is going to Barnes and noble and I’m sitting in the kids section reading picture books while he goes through every single bookshelf. After I run out of picture books I’m sitting in the Starbucks. He’s halfway through the store and moving at a snails pace. Ends up picking out one book so I buy him that and one of the really cute plushies they keep near the kids stuff

I’m taking Leona to the pound target and I’m making him guess how much basic household items are. He will fail and I will laugh at him and shame him

Ruggie and Jack are going to five below. I give them each $25 and tell them to go wild. Jack brings back plant holders and squishmallows while Ruggie has filled a cart with $25 of food and a sleep mask. Now every time we pass a five below they both beg to go in there.

I’m taking Jade to world market because a) they have cute mushroom mugs and soup careens, and b) exotic snacks. He will drain my bank account and I will let him. I am a complete simp for this man

I’m taking Floyd and rook to bass pro shop. We are forcibly removed from bass pro shop after Floyd throws a basketball at a workers face and rook shoots an arrow and almost hits another customer.

I’m taking Azul to ikea. He said he’s really passionate about interior design and likes clean looking spaces so I’m taking him to ikea. I will force him to eat a Swedish meatball. We end up buying pillows and also dunkleskög (we have shared custody of him)

Im taking Kalim to hot topic. He is intimidated but then he sees Sanrio shit and he is THERE bro he falls in love so fast with that little frog thing. End up buying matching best friend bracelets for both me and him and also for him and Jamil

Im telling Jamil that I’m taking him to the grocery store but in reality I’ve stolen his grocery list and I’m leaving him at therapy for an hour. I buy the groceries and drink coffee until he’s done and then we go home. I sleep with one eye open because this boy is anti self care with a passion

Vil and I are going to hobby lobby and stealing materials for Vil’s next film project. We don’t even pretend to hide them and the workers literally don’t care. Vil curses one of the cash registers and doesn’t tell anyone which one, just that he did it. The workers still don’t care because working at hobby lobby is a curse in itself.

It’s not a store but I’m taking Epel to the farmers market. He’s given $20 and ends up coming back with three heads of lettuce, a bushel of apples, two jars of jam, a jug of honey, and $34. I ask no questions and we go home to make an apple galette.

Idia and ortho are going to GameStop. Idia gets in a fistfight with a normie and is immediately hired by GameStop. Ortho comes out crying because he’s proud of Idia for making a friend

I’m taking Silver to a mattress store. We take a nap and get locked inside the building until morning. Spend the night talking and drinking the free coffee. We are banned upon the store opening the next morning (the coffee wasn’t free and we didn’t call anyone to get out)

I’m taking Sebek to a Jamba juice. Not technically a store, but he can yell as loud as he wants and it doesn’t bother anyone

I take Lilia to a guitar store. He plays an amazing ballad on a $4000 bass, then smashes it at the end. We are banned and being sued by the guitar store.

I take malleus to forever 21. He turns into a dragon and kills me

Malleus (real) I take him to lush and he picks out some bathbombs. Now the dragon smells like patchouli and lavender. Neat! And some of the workers there recognized him as a princ-

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soapyghostie · 10 months

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Heyy I love these Sawyer brothers posts👍 can you do a Sawyer brothers and a ventriloquist S/O? Alive Nubbins?🙏

Hey Anon! I’m so glad you like my Sawyer posts. A lot of people tend to love TCM so that’s mostly the asks I get. Moreover, hope you enjoy!

Drayton Sawyer

You have talent hmmmm? That’s nice… Now get back to work! Drayton doesn’t have time for you to do all this voodoo hoodoo: there are chores to be done and food to be caught. Including you. Time for you to put down that doll and come help with chores. You know that every Sawyer has to do their part right?

Whenever you do have free time, you love to practice with your doll. Of course, that’s probably around the end of the day and even then Drayton is still working. He has to cook for the family; he can’t just let you and his brothers starve. However, he secretly loves when you are in the kitchen with him, practicing your ventriloquism. It’s not lonely or boring for him anymore: he can cook and listen to your mini puppet show.

He’ll every once and awhile ask your puppet a question or respond to one of your jokes just for the fun of it. Drayton never really has time for anything fun so he’ll make the most of what he’s got. He finds your jokes amusing, but never laughs at them. He’s not much of a laugher.

Drayton isn’t the one for giving compliments for your information. If you’re looking to receive compliments, you’ve got the wrong audience. Well, since you are his S/O, maybe he’ll give you a compliment or two. It’s not over the top, but it’s better than nothing. Drayton will never tell you this, but he thinks you're super talented and is hoping you keep at it. He thinks, if you showed your talent off to the world, you’d make big bucks.

Nubbins Sawyer

OMG! You can make that puppet talk?! Surely he can do it too! Takes an animal carcass; takes out all the insides; takes his hand and stuffs it inside the animal carcass, making the animal’s mouth move. Gross…

Besides Nubbins trying to mimic you with his dead animal puppet, he wants you to put on a mini show for him all the time. He loves all your jokes, singing, and anything else you make the puppet do. He thinks you’re magic and, secretly, is trying to find out your tricks for bringing the puppet to life. Spoiler alert! The doll isn’t alive at all Nubbins: you're just really talented.

Nubbins loves participating; he’ll clap, sing, and joke along with you and your puppet. His favorite are the dad jokes; most of the time, he’s telling you those jokes because he’s a pro. He’ll hand it to you that you have some pretty good ones that have made him laugh, but, sorry to say, no one can beat Nubbins in a dad joke contest. Choptop is probably the only one who could rival Nubbins and actually beat him.

He’ll beg you non-stop to teach him ventriloquism. You eventually just give in and teach him. If you were a teacher, Nubbins is not a student you’d want in your classroom: he gets distracted easily and he likes to do his own thing. That is literally what he does with you when you try to teach him ventriloquism: gets distracted with his photographs, doesn’t follow your instructions, and gets frustrated when he doesn’t understand it right away. Yeah, let’s just say he never ended up learning it.

Bubba Sawyer

You are so talented! Wait… your puppet is sooooooo cute!!! Bubba wants to dress your puppet up. Do you have any clothes for your puppet? No? Don’t worry! Bubba is a phenomenal sower and outfit maker. He’ll make your puppet the most perfect outfit. OMG… maybe he can make you, your puppet, and him matching outfits!!! He’s so excited, he’s screaming.

Bubba loves your mini shows. After a long day of work, it’s nice to relax and have fun. Bubba really enjoys when you make your puppet sing: he loves music and your voice is so soothing to him. You’re so focused on your mini puppet show that you don’t even realize Bubba fell asleep.

Bubba will babble compliment after compliment; he needs you to know how perfect and talented you are. After every performance, he’ll jump up off the couch and clap for like five minutes. Then he’ll come running over to you, giving you the biggest hug with so many kisses. He never wants you to think he doesn’t appreciate you and your talent so he’ll shower you in affection to make sure you get the memo.

Bubba likes to take care of your doll. He’ll polish it, dust it, brush its hair, change its clothes: anything to keep it nice and clean. He has your puppet show ready for every time you use it, even if it’s just him watching. You appreciate it a ton. It’s the least he can do for everything you do for him.

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Blowing Bubbles

Title: Blowing Bubbles | AO3 | Rating: T | Masterlist

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F! Reader

Summary: Your stay-cation isn't exactly going as planned...

Warnings: Kissing. Mildly spicy thoughts/behaviors.

A/N: This is the second fic I've written for Hawk and Frankie. Here is the first. If people show interest and the muse sticks with me, I might continue writing little drabbles for them. :o)

“Hawk, what are you doing?”

Frankie’s sudden appearance just inside the living room threshold prompts you to glance up so fast that your neck crackles and pops like dried wood. You let out a hissed curse – not only at the pain, but also because you know you’ve just been caught.

The oversized mug at your elbow is steaming with your third (maybe fourth?) serving and the table in front of you is covered corner-to-corner with tools and supplies of various kinds. There’s really no hiding what you’re getting up to – especially not when it’s zero-two-hundred, and you’re so damn jittery from too much dark roast and exhaustion that you’re practically tap dancing in your seat. You really should’ve eaten the toast you made for yourself, but you just got so wrapped up in it…

“Por favor, cariño,” he rasps. “Come to bed.”

“Five more minutes,” you counter, refocusing on the remaining bits and pieces spread out in front of you. “I’ve almost got it this time.”

“You said that yesterday.”

“I know, but--”

“And the day before.”

Your absentminded grunt. His put-out sigh. The refrigerator hums lightly and the floorboards creak with every other step he takes toward the kitchen. Bare feet patter along the tile, and then, he’s standing over you – the broad, muscular form of him distorted by the headlamp magnifier you’re wearing. A blurry cutout of sinew, Frankie is lit up by a tiny row of LEDs, and his eyes morph, all comically large, before his visage starts to become clearer.

“You look like a mad scientist,” he remarks, deft fingers working to remove your headgear and scoot your mug of black-one-sugar aside. “Even your hair is wild.”

“I think the term you’re looking for is sex hair,” you quip back, unable to hide the smirk crawling its way up the left side of your face. “And I lay the blame at your feet for that.”

A flicker of pride, and then, a furrowed brow. Frankie crosses his arms over his chest and props his cute ass up against the table, but it’s not until his expression morphs into what you’ve dubbed his “frowny, grumpy face” that you know he’s no longer thinking happy thoughts. A man of careful consideration, he weighs his words, practically rolling them around in his mind and mouth before finally speaking.

“We had plans,” he says, succinct, but not unkind.

You rub the back of your neck and stare at your lap, “And I’m ruining them.”

“No, baby, not that – never that. It’s just…A whole week together. Just you and me. That’s what we agreed to. Remember?”

You fiddle with the hem of your t-shirt and nod, your mind recalling the hours-long conversations the two of you had, going over the pros and cons, weighing up the mutual fears and excitement. The serious lack of alone time and the desperate, mutual need for a break – that’s what ultimately clinched it. You and Frankie would have your own, private staycation, while at the same time, a very excited Isabella would be with her grandparents for a getaway at an out-of-town water park/resort.

You and Frankie never have the house to yourselves, and the two of you had plans to celebrate via unabashed orgasms, eating pizza naked in front of the TV, and taking prolonged showers together. No chores. No projects. No plans to go out or catch up with friends or even grocery shop…

But instead of a distraction-free, sexed-up weekend, full of takeout food and Netflix shows without singing cartoons, you’ve been tinkering with Isabella’s damn bubble blaster. You’ve allowed an easily replaceable, three-dollar toy to take up entirely too much of the infrequent, precious alone time you get with the man you otherwise can’t ever seem to get enough of.

You repair helicopters, for crying out loud. And you’re good at your job. In fact, you’re so good at it, the exorbitant salary you pull isn’t just for your mechanical skills – people also hire you on a contractual basis just for your opinions. Shit, you could buy Isabella a plethora of brand-new bubble blasters. Hell, you could upgrade to one of those fancy machines they use at clubs and in movies, but there’s something about fixing this particular butterfly-themed bubble blaster that you simply can’t let go of…

“The replacement parts you’re putting in this thing are more expensive than the toy itself,” he says, voice gruff with sleep and perhaps a hint of agitation. “And with how she plays with her toys… You know it’s not gonna last long.”

Frankie’s remarks prompt you to glance at the table’s surface again. Every inch is covered with a mess of trial-and-error, and the presence of all that’s accumulated – like the multimeter, soldering iron, repair kit, and empty supply packages – simply makes you shrug.

A deep inhale. A long exhale. Frankie closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose – the picture of an exasperated partner who really wanted to get laid without fear of interruption and maybe – just maybe – eat first and sleep in late for a change. You feel terrible for getting caught up, for allowing your obsessive, one-track mind to take over, and you would apologize for it if not for him speaking first.

“I love the way you love her,” Frankie says, tone now warmer, more understanding. “I may not get why you’re doing this, but… I love you. And I love you more for loving her.”

You find it difficult to keep the tears at bay – especially when he looks at you, all soft, soulful eyes full of adoration and even deeper admiration. Frankie has always had the uncanny ability to see you, to get you right down to the marrow, and it would terrify the hell out if you weren’t so in love with him.

“It’s her favorite,” you say, hoping that somehow explains the reasoning behind the sudden madness that’s gripped you. “And I just… I should be able to fix this for her.”

He scratches at the hairs along the column of his throat, “I know, cariño. I know.”

A long pause, and then, you press your luck. “Does that mean I can have five more minutes?” you wonder, sticking out your lower lip and batting your eyelashes for good measure.

The sound that escapes his throat is a combination of a bemused groan and a warning growl. You know you haven’t exactly won, but you haven’t lost, either. Frankie is a man of compromise who always has a caveat, and you know it’s coming when he leans forward, cups your face in his hands, and stares at you in such a way that you’re powerless not to meet his gaze.

“Last chance,” he says sternly. “Then, it goes in the trash. That’s an order.”

You lick your lips and nod slightly, “Yes, sir.”

Frankie’s pupils expand, and his smile wide enough to reveal his dimple, then, he’s kissing you – a relentless, frantic demand of your mouth that’s all possessive and purposeful. Then, he’s slow as syrup when he pulls away, the epitome of stark contrast when he drops a chaste peck to the middle of your forehead and calmly sets a timer on his wristwatch. He doesn’t hover – he simply hands you the headlamp magnifier, wishes you luck, and leaves you to it.

With your heart racing and the clock ticking, you set about reassembling, working off your own drawings of internal components and how the toy had been put together before you started tinkering with it. You slide the battery into place and close the compartment. With a flick of your thumb, the power button slides from off to on, and the colorful lights built into the handle come to life.

The bottle of bubble refill twists neatly into place. You slowly press down on the trigger, and the enclosed blower fan comes to life with a high-pitched, mechanical whir.

“Alright, come on,” you murmur, watching as the soap dribbles pathetically down your wrist and along your forearm. “Come on, baby, come on…”

A strange gurgle. A death-rattle-type wheeze. Then, one, big bubble gives way to dozens more, and you don’t realize you’re on your feet or that you’ve even left the kitchen. Suddenly, you’re jumping on the bed, practically screaming your victory at the top of your lungs, jostling the hell out of Frankie and covering him, the blanket, sheets, and pillows with glittery bubbles.

When you eventually stop your crowing, you’re panting, and your mouth tastes like soap. Frankie’s laughter has slowed, and he’s trying (and failing) to brush the glitter out of his hair and mustache. There’s no denying you’re still giddy and wound up as all hell, but still, you’re careful when you step down from the bed and even more mindful of where you place your prized work, opting for the top dresser drawer and nestling it safely in a pile of socks.

“I did it,” you exhale, mind settling in its relief. “I actually did it.”

“M'proud of you,” Frankie grins sleepily.

You sigh and happily crawl into strong arms covered in soapy sparkles. You let yourself bask in for a moment, permit yourself to soak up Frankie’s sincere compliments, revel in your achievement, and think of how happy Isabella will be. It feels good – good in a way that’s entirely unexpected because the motivation was different.

“I do love her,” you whisper, the words tumbling out like a confession against the soft cotton t-shirt covering his chest.

A beat of silence. Then, you feel warm fingertips beneath your chin, coaxing your eyes up until his gaze meets yours. Frankie cups your cheek and his smile – the one reserved just for you – fills you with such warmth, such comfort, that you can’t help but smile at him in return. His kiss is brief, but tender, and then, he rests his cheek against the crown of your head and holds you just a little bit tighter.

You nuzzle his chest and sigh, “You think she knows?”

He chuckles and nods slightly, “Yeah, cariño. She knows.”

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tender-rosiey · 2 years

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Can I request baking headcanons with Nanami, Gojo, Itadori, and Megumi?

❥ Baking with JJK characters

Includes Gojo, Nanami; Itadori, and Megumi

ᴀ/ɴ: ily and this request is amazing also no proofreading cause it’s 2am 👩‍🦲

GOJO SATORU:

Mistake of your life time like don’t be fooled by how cool he is in the gif

I am serious

One of the laws of the universe is to not let this man near the kitchen and I don’t care if he says he is the best at everything he tries

SO NOW TO HOW THIS PREDICAMENT HAPPENED

Gojo wanted to try something domestic with you considering he doesn’t have the chance to spend a lot of time with you

Hence why he is gonna make the best out of his free time

So what’s better than baking? Baking with your lover who you adore so much

Man only cared about the lover part really, he was planning on letting you do all the work while he just annoys you like the menace he is

But guess what?

He is baking because he got challenged and “the great gojo never backs down from a challenge”

Famous last words HAHA

Okay now let’s get a bit fluffy

He actually tries, surprisingly and it’s pretty cute ignoring the crazy amount of sugar he puts, I am surprised he didn’t get diabetes or cavities my god

He plays around a lot though like finish the freaking cake then get the other type cake sheesh

Is the type of guy to put whipped cream on your nose and your cheeks then kisses them off

But then, he gets bored

God knows why

But the problem isn’t the boredom, the problem how he solves said boredom

𝐒𝐢𝐫 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Well guess what

It wasn’t

Food fights never end well, there has to be a lost soul in the process 😔✊

But he starts it anyways because screw everyone

It ends up very fun though

“TURN YOUR INFINITY OFF YOU COWARD!” “HAHAHA NO!”

Smack him— or at least try to

He deserves it

T r u s t M e

Helps you in cleaning but only after you give him lots of affection and losing a bet because nothing is for free

Thanks for the reality check gojo

8/10-ing his toothbrush looking self

NANAMI KENTO:

Nanami is quite the organized man, and as we can see in most of his actions: said organization applies to all things he does to the best of his ability

So the recipe is to be followed step by step, no more no less

But he won’t mind adding a little more sugar or decreasing it a bit if you like it either way

To put it simply, baking with nanami is domestic love and acts at its best

I feel like he would be the one to just gently press a kiss to the side of your head when he walks by you in the kitchen

He also doesn’t reprimand you whenever you make a mistake or mess something up, instead opting for a more favorable way to deal with such mistakes

If you broke the egg, getting its shell in the dough, he would just take it from your hand politely and tell you “How about you go cut the fruit instead?”

And if you injure yourself then you won’t continue the baking, sorry but he is trying to spend time with you without having to worry about you

Injuring yourself with a knife DOESNT fall under the “no need to worry” category

PRO TIP: Make him read the recipe out loud

It would be like an audio book and a very good one at that

And if you fall asleep with him around then…you lucky bi—

10/10 would do again

ITADORI YŪJI:

We have gotten the understanding that yuji can cook if not fully then to a respectable extent

So I will be freely abusing this here

Consequently, baking with him is not peaceful nor chaotic, rather soft chaotic

Soft chaotic such as imitating conversations and throwing little comments here or there to fill up the silence when needed

“Y/N, what do you call a pig that does karate?”

“What do you call it, yūji?”

“pfft— wait give me a moment… it’s a PORK CHOP BWAHAHAHAA!”

“Get out, your speaking privileges have been provoked.”

In general, he is really fun to be around; messing up anything is just another reason for a shared laugh

Also, I am pretty convinced he would record you guys baking to save it as a memory and acts like it’s a cooking/baking show

“Today’s chef is y/n!”

“Your mom’s gay.”

“what.”

“what?”

A LOT OF VERY VERY ADDICTING AFFECTION

b👏a 👏c 👏k👏 👏h 👏u 👏g 👏s👏

And tickling your neck with his nose

He is so fluffy I am gonna die

9/10 mwuah mwuah stan yūji

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI:

Very quiet and occasional small conversations here and there

I don’t see him choosing to cook unless you beg or ask him to and for like a really long time

To the point he feels like it’s a necessity so he agrees and here we are 🎉 hooray toot toot

The kitchen is generally filled with a comforting silence, save for the sound of the utensils and dough being beaten

He would also randomly start small conversations

“Y/N.”

“Yes, ‘gumi?”

“Thank you.”

“Huh? For what exactly?”

Crap ton of appreciation from both sides to both sides and woe is me the lady who’s alone

Aside from these conversations, it’s generally quiet as we have mentioned but the one you need fell

INTRODUCING GOJO PLAN OF REASON 202:

meet the megumi -> mess with the megumi -> observe the reactions of the megumi -> proceed to step five you are his lover -> miss with his ass sweetheart

Like we said, mess with him and put a bit of whip cream on his cheek or eyebrows

“You kind of look like gojo-sensei.”

“I am absolutely dont.”

Overall very nice and comfy and entertaining and chef’s kiss

9.5/10 😌✨

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mauvecherie-writes · 2 years

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during a dumb long going argument you start touching yourself in the kitchen cabinet to shut him up for once

18+ NSFW below!

The argument is petty to begin with. He wants you to move in with him but you’re not ready to give up on your own space yet. As much as Lewis is a sociable person, he is an introvert at heart and he’s always enjoyed his personal space and you don’t want to intrude on that. However he’s very adamant that he can handle it but you know him. He doesn’t say it but after day three, you begin to notice his ticks but they don’t bother you , you know what it’s like to have someone in your space when you’re typically used to being by yourself.

Lewis says he can handle it and is very persistent that he can cope with you being here. He loves you too much to think that you being in his space for longer than a week would be a problem. So it lead to an ongoing argument about pros and cons of living together and honestly as the day comes to an end, you’re getting annoyed but you’re watching parade around the kitchen as he cooked dinner for the both of you.

Even though the both of you are being petty and not talking to each other but he’s in his loose red pants and slides. The pants are hangs so low on his waist, the curve of his ass is on show. His brown skin and tattoos making your mouth water, begging you kiss him all over. He’s too handsome for his own good and you hate him for it. You can’t even be annoyed without finding your body reacting to his presence.

An idea goes off in your mind and it’s completely brazen but you want to end the argument and you were going to use temptation to get your way. Moving from the door frame, you approach him and stand beside him before taking off your underwear and leaving them on the floor beside him.

“What are you doing?”

You ignore him as you sit on a counter he wasn’t working on and part your legs showcasing your wet pussy to him.

“Fuucck, baby what’s going on?” His eyes are transfixed on you as you move your hand down and you tease yourself, coating your fingers with your with your slick. You bite your lip as you push one finger inside of you as your other hand pulled your tank top down to expose your breasts.

“Come take a look baby.” He comes close but he tries to touch you but you shake your head and press your free hand on his chest. “I said look baby. I don’t want you touching me.”

You rub on your clit and pinch on your nipples as you watch Lewis restrain himself. Your wetness and heavy panting is all he can hear and he wants nothing but to bury his face deep in your cunt but he chooses to listen to you and watches.

You love tormenting him like this. Telling him how you think about his fingers doing the same thing to you, how you love the way he feels stretching and filling you up. Your pussy clenches around nothing as your own imagination and his heated gaze drives you to your climax.

“I’m gonna cum baby, fuck fuck fuck.”

“Let me lick you clean please sweetheart? You know I love the way you taste.” He groans, the food momentarily forgotten as he holds onto the counter on either side of you, his knuckles almost going white from how hard he’s gripping it.

“On one condition.” You lick your lips before smirking softly. The dawning in his eyes is clear but the need on his tongue to taste you is far better than wanting to win a petty argument.

He gets on his knees and moves your hand away, locking his lips around your clit and filling your pussy with two of his fingers.

“Yes yes yes yes yes yes!” You cry as your chest heaves and your muscles contract as your orgasm plummets through you. As he drank from you, eagerly flicking his tongue, you knew that that he’ll be quiet for now ….

— this is the last one of the night and I’m tired. GN 💕

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the-anxiety-academy · 10 months

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⚠️AVOID NESTLE ⚠️

Nestle is one of the biggest companies in the world, selling a wide range of products such as water, baby formula, baby food, sweets/candy, ice cream, meals, and so much more.

They benefit off the work of slaves, especially child slaves, they have ruined places in the poorer sides of Africa that have running water so the locals have to rely on their bottled water, the ceo is quoted in saying "water is not a human right", their water branch has been responsible for droughts in places like California and Flint, Michigan, they pump over 700 gallons/2649 litres of water from reserves and communities. They even have the nickname "baby killer" because they are responsible for the deaths of around 66,000 babies, possibly/probably more, because of scheme in the 70s-80s where they claimed breast milk is bad for babies and even paid of doctors to endorse them, they gave free baby formula to mothers but the supply was only big enough for the amount of feeds it would take for the mothers milk to dry up, meaning by the end of the supply they would have no choice but to buy the formula. A lot of these mothers didn't have access to clean water, so they had to use unsanitary water and a lot of babies died because of this.

Nestle owns thousands of brands world wide and it's almost impossible to avoid them

Here's some products owned by Nestle:

● Pure Life

● Nesquick

● Deer Park

● Perrier

● Gerber

● Neslac

● Gluten Free Gofree

● Ceregrow

● NAN

● Fitness

● Uncle Toby's

● NAT

● Ice Mountain

● Bar One

● Curiously Cinnamon

● Cini Mini's

● Aero

● Polo

● Rowntree's

● Milkybars

● KitKat

● Coffee Crisp

● After Eight

● Nescafe

● Nespresso

● Lean Cuisine

● Gloria

● Ideal

● Chef Mate

● Klim

● La Lechera

● Trio

● Nesfruta

● Milo

● Svelty

● Carnations

● Abuelita

● Drumstick

● Fibre Choice

● Nutren

● Impact

● Compat

● Novasource

● Boost

● Thicken Up

● Compleat

● Meritene

● Optifast

● Dreyer's

● Breakfast Essentials

● Garden of Life

● Movenpick

● Tidy Cats

● Alpo

● One

● Frosty Paws

● Fancy Feast

● Kit Kaboodle

● Friskies

● Pro Plan

● Purina

● Cat Chow

● Felix

● Delissio

● Nestea

● L'Oréal

● Garnier

● Nerds

● Laffy Taffy

● Turtles

● Wonka

● Chips Ahoy!

● Choclait Chips

● Alpia

● Chocco Crossies

● Cheerios

● Hot Pockets

● Starbucks at home coffee

● Caramac

● Smarties

● Randoms

● Fruit Pastilles

● Jelly Tots

● Fruit Gums

● Lion

● Splash

● Sanpellegrino

● Essentia

● Acqua Panna

● Poland Spring

● Urban Decay

● Lancôme

● Nutrisse

● Olay

● Chuckie

● Vittel

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● Mackintosh's

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● Libby's

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● California Pizza Kitchen

● Maggi

● Purity Organic

● Nido

● Beggin'

These are just SOME of the products this company owns, they are one of 10 corporations that own the whole food industry. Here are the products we know are owned by Nestle:

#nestle #fuck nestle #end slavery #slavery #chocolate slave trade #capitalism #corporations #africa #asia #drought #california drought #water is a right #big corporations

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bleachbleachbleach · 5 months

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That Time the 9th Division Revolutionized Gotei Dining

When I think about what I most want to see Bleach characters doing, it is either admin, eating, or the most depraved crimes imaginable. And when I think about how I want food to work in the Gotei, my guiding light is what I think would be the most fun. Generally, this means I think the Gotei should be run like a Girl Scout camp.

In general, my headcanon is that:

Like everything else within divisions, how food works really depends on the Division's particular whimsy. But in most divisions, there's a kaper chart and every week you're assigned to a chore in addition to whatever it is shinigami do all day: cooking, various forms of cleaning, etc. (Some divisions choose to outsource much of this to the pros at the 4th.) If you're deployed into the Rukongai hinterlands or the Living World, your kaper duties are either replaced by similar duties within your deployment group, or you're wandering around the Living World solo like some kind of contestant on Alone.

When you're on cooking duty, your group decides what you're capable of cooking in bulk, within budget. This might mean the same rice and soup every meal every day of the week if you get a cooking crew that's not into it. Others are more excited about cooking and sharing things they like. Matsumoto's tenure in the kitchen pre-VCship is somewhat legendary for its inventiveness. Usually, every meal there's just the one option, but some divisions offer a Set Meal A and B, and some have specialties that persist regardless of which shinigami are specifically in the kitchen.

Shinigami usually eat at their own mess halls in their division, but depending on where their duties take them or how far they're willing to travel, they can eat at other divisions for a fee.

These mess halls are separate from the various restaurants in Soul Society, though the restaurants are pricey. (The mess halls aren't FREE per se; you just don't have to pay when you go because a portion of your paycheck is automatically held back for meals. You're paying whether you eat there or not.)

Then there's the 9th. The 9th under Kensei, and then Tousen, and then Kensei again. By Kensei's tenure, the 9th was already well on its way to sub-specializing in multiple ways throughout the division--there's people doing stints in the SC editorial office, people specializing in field assignments in Team Muguruma. And then there's the 9th Division canteen, staffed by shinigami who still work their normal shinigami duties, but work primarily in the kitchens. They've gotten REALLY good at it.

But it's kind of a best-kept secret, because this is what the 9th Division mess hall looks like from the outside:

After being charmed by the incredible curb appeal of the 9th Division mess hall, you walk in and there's a whole wall with different meals you can order, cafeteria-style.

Each has a little slip of paper with the name of your meal and the price!

The "Stamina Don" is a very popular choice for lunching shinigami.

Once you've made your choice, you take it to the shinigami working at the order window:

And when your order is yelled out, you come back to the front and pick up your meal on a tray and grab whatever utensils and toppings you need. As pictured here, Soul SocieTV is playing nonstop in the 9th Mess Hall.

After your meal, you can enjoy some tea on these very Soul Society Approved couches:

Always the sort to embrace idiosyncrasy, the 9th Division mess hall is the only place in all of Soul Society that stocks these elegant Jesus mugs (so they know that you stole it, should a patron happen to "accidentally" walk off with one).

They also stock copies of the SC for your reading pleasure. This edition is extolling the wonderment that is "Smallmouth Disneyland," the Seireitei's annual bass fishing competition.

The 9th likes to keep all of this on the DL, because it's *amazing* that there's a mess in the Seireitei with dedicated cooks (well, their official employment is a 25/75, with 75% cooking and 25% Shinigami Stuff), and so many different options to choose from at every meal, and they don't want it too get too crowded/so popular as to be unsustainable.

Still, there's a small cabal of non-9th division folks in the know (Hisagi's Friends, mostly. Minus Matsumoto), which the 9th is fine with because their patronage = additional revenue for the mess hall, but overall it's probably the only secret in the history of Soul Society anyone has been able to keep successfully.

Ironically, this mess hall is also where Aizen, Tousen, and Ichimaru held a lot of their after-hours secret planning meetings.

#this is my favorite japanese restaurant in the entire us of a; of course i had to bleach brain it #no one's doing it like them truly #i hadn't been since pre-pandemic and had to cross an international border to go but the vibes are 1000% worth it #please feel free to love the 9th division mess hall as much as i do #bleach headcanons #shinigamiology #no brain just bleach

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Mirko X Female Reader

A/N: It's angsty

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Being in a committed relationship with the number 5 hero had both its perks and its cons. The perks were that you got to live with her in a nice comfy mansion, you didn't have to work but, you weren't a free-loader so you worked online and got paid online as well. You also loved to clean and cook so that's what you would do whenever you weren't working. Always made sure grocery was done, garbage was taken out, always had food whether it was takeout or homemade, clothes clean and just the house is clean. These were things that you enjoyed doing though. However, there were some cons and that was that she was always busy, always fighting villains and crimes, going to meetings, hanging out with her pro-hero friends and doing paperwork. She would come home but usually, it was to shower and pass out and do the same thing the next day. It was straining on your end but, you never said anything. You didn't feel like arguing with her.

"Hey babe, did you finish cooking dinner?" You turned to look at her nodding your head. You got up knowing she was going to ask you to get it for her. It was katsudon with a glass of carrot juice. You handed it to her and sat on the loveseat watching her dig in. It was nice seeing her relax.

"How was your day?" She shrugged her shoulders digging into the food a little more before answering

"Well, it wasn't much besides a bunch of paperwork that I hate. Secretary couldn't do it so I had to. Got a last-minute call about a robbery so I went 'cause I was itching for a fight." She loved to fight villains and kick ass. That was her favorite part about being a hero. Not the paperwork, kicking all the villain's ass.

"Sounds like an okay today." Nothing else was said between the two of you as she finished her meal and left it there on top of the table as she went to the bathroom to shower for bed. Unless something happened which sometimes it did. You washed the dishes and cleaned the kitchen and sat on the couch to watch some TV. You listened as she showered and masturbated as well. You cringed realizing the two of you haven't been intimate in months and she treats you more like a roommate/maid than anything. Was this a good idea? Was all of this really worth it? You looked around at the very beautiful house but, it didn't feel like a home. It felt like you were intruding more than feeling welcomed. You deserved better even if said person is a well-known hero.

"Damn, I got to go. An emergency happened at the agency." You glanced at her out the side of your eyes as she rushed to the room to get dressed. You didn't want to say anything but, she doesn't like working with anyone and you knew she didn't have any interns or partners. It was just her and her secretary. Who happened to be Fuyumi, the number 2's only daughter. You rolled your eyes at your train of thought. You had already cried enough about her, about the situation, and just, everything in general. You had left Rumi mentally months ago but, some part of you felt guilty for wanting to leave. However, your mental, physical and emotional being was unwell and it was only so much that a person can handle no matter who the offender may be. In this case for you, it was Rumi. "I'll catch you later." She came out of the room, rubbed your head, and with a resounding slam of the door she was gone. You sat there for a few minutes before determining you had enough. Unbeknownst to her, you had your own apartment and half your stuff was already there. The only things you needed to bring back to your place were the clothes you left here. She hasn't taken notice that the home used to be lively and full of both your things but, now? It was barren. Now, it was just Rumi

"Hopefully you can treat Fuyumi better than you do me. I think that's the girl you really want to be with." You were talking to yourself out loud not caring. Once you were packed, you went outside and put everything in your car. You went back inside to triple-check and when you had everything you left her key on the table. Something told you as you were leaving to check your phone. You listened to your gut to see a picture taken by Shinya showing Rumi drinking with her friends and low and behold. Fuyumi was there giggling, with red cheeks and all. He had sent you the location which surprisingly happened to be 20 minutes from where your new apartment was. Smirking you put on your favorite music and went to your apartment humming the whole time. Once there you placed all of your stuff in the entrance and hallway choosing to go over it once you came back. You got back in your car and made your way to the bar. You looked down at what you were wearing glad that you chose to wear a dress that showed off all your good sides. You parked calmly outside the bar and decided to make your hair a bit cute and put on gloss with mascara. Satisfied with the way you look, you got out making your way inside. You greeted the waitress whose eyes flashed fear but, there was nothing to fear. You weren't upset. This was the closure you needed and maybe now the two of you can move on and be happy. You sauntered over to the table and it couldn't have been more perfect. Rumi and Fuyumi had their backs to you but, everyone else saw you walk up with a smile and something glinting in your hand. You stopped behind them and tapped their shoulders. They both turned around before sputtering and going to separate

"oh, don't separate Mirko you're going to make Fuyumi sad." You turned to Fuyumi who didn't meet your eyes. "Fuyumi look up when someone is talking to you." She flinched looking up at you guiltily. You shook your head and handed her Rumi's spare key. "Just wanted to give you this. Now the two of you can live together and don't have to meet up whenever Mirko has 'an emergency at the agency'." You giggled looking over at Mirko who also didn't meet your eyes.

"Y/N I-" You held up your hand not wanting to hear it

"There are no excuses. You didn't want to be with me, you want to be with Fuyumi. Now the two of you can be here all cuddled up! Your hero friends don't get to smile in my face no more knowing they knew about the two of you either." You looked at everyone at the table who had the decency to look ashamed. good. "Don't worry I won't leak any of your information. None of you are worth losing my life or freedom over. Also, Fuyumi's stuff can be moved in, I had an apartment already and moved all my stuff in." Rumi looked at you distraught. "I had the apartment for a few months. I left you mentally 8 months ago. I just needed time to make a plan to leave." You turned to all of them one more time "Have a good life, hope to only see you on T.V" You turned on your heel glad they were silent. You felt eyes burning into the back of your head but, you ignored it. You felt good. You felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders. "Time to start a new chapter."

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What are your thoughts? Also, this book is getting too long. I am going to make 5 more chapters and whatever one shot that was supposed to go here will just be placed in book 3. I will add a link to that book 3 at the end of this book.

#anime #manga #fanfic #bnha #mha #fanfiction #quotev #quirks #ao3 fanfic #fluff #pro hero mirko #Mirko x Female reader #rumi usagiyama #Rumi X Female reader #mirko x reader #mirko x fem!reader #rumi usagiyama x reader #mirko

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