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thelemonsnek · 10 months

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The two legendary dragons, despite how long they've been alive and how much they've been through, have never been apart in any meaningful way. Zekrom!Ingo is not having a good time (neither is Reshiram!Emmet, but that's neither here nor there :) ) More on this under the cut!

[image id: a two page comic featuring Ingo and Melli from Pokemon Legends Arceus. The entire comic is a sketch, with guidelines still visible, and is done in black and white, aside from cyan lightning. The entire comic is set on a mountaintop cliffside, in the middle of a huge thunderstorm. Everything is very dark, and rain is visible throughout.

Ingo stands at the edge of a cliff, facing away from the viewer and looking into an intense storm. Lightning strikes off in the distance, and harsh winds are ripping at his clothes. The second panel is a closeup profile view of his face. He is leaning into the wind, eyes shut, seeming to be either looking for something within himself or trying to lose himself in the storm. The third panel is a closeup of Melli's face, shadowed.

Melli comes up behind Ingo, and asks him, "Why are you chasing storms, Ingo?" Then, gaining momentum, he seems to yell louder above the storm, "you have a life, so live it. the time before now is long gone." Ingo, still facing away from Melli and staring out at the storm, says nothing for a beat, then without turning around, asks, "Do you think that I do not know that, Warden Melli?"

The next panel looks out over the stormswept mountain. Multiple lightning strikes are visible as Ingo says, "I am well aware that my tracks are without destination. But I cannot switch over to new tracks, lest I risk derailment."

The next panel switches back to showing Ingo and Melli. Ingo has turned around now to face Melli. He has placed a hand to his chest, teeth bared as he shouts, "I know that this could be my home station, if I let it." His eyes now have lightning branching off from them, and his teeth are sharper. Black scales are visible, creeping up his hand. Melli is braced against both the storm and Ingo's sudden anger.

In the final panel, Ingo has somewhat collapsed in on himself, and half turns away. His hands are now twisted into claws, with more obvious scaling, and his teeth are sharper. "But I cannot," he says quietly, visibly defeated. Melli seems less ready for a fight now, and has drawn back, possibly out of sympathy or fear (and maybe both). End id]

Ingo and Emmet are Zekrom and Reshiram!

the gods are real and they're autistic about trains

they can "shift" in and out of their draconic forms, and have several stages in between (human, partial, mid, etc) basically it's a sliding scale of traits! Here we can see Ingo's "partial" state, where he has fangs, claws, and scales but not much else

the two of them have never really been apart. Oh sure they've been on differing sides of the continent, and sometimes one of them will work a differing shift than the other, but not in any meaningful way

not til Ingo gets eebied :)

separated for the first time with no way to reunite, they find themselves completely unable to shift fully, only barely able to get to a partial form. For Ingo this is pretty convenient! Not as much to try and hide/explain away :) for Emmet this is terrifying

there's another side effect to them being apart, and it's that their roles...don't switch, but Emmet finds himself endlessly driven by the ideal to find his brother, while Ingo is constantly seeking the truth of who he was and what he left behind. We get to see a little bit of the conflict this causes within Ingo here!

they do eventually reunite and it's cool as hell, I'd love to draw it out someday

#art #my art #digital art #lemon yemon #pokemon #pokemon art #subway boss ingo #pla melli #legendary dragon au #highlandshipping #sort of? technically #not yet but later on in this au. this is like the prelude for that #anyways i have sooooo many thoughts about this au #many thoughts about all my aus but right now especially this one #in the months before this comic ingo and melli had never really interacted #ofc they have interacted before bc they live in the same general area so ofc their paths would overlap (like we see in game!)#but theyre definitely not friends #friendly yes! or at least ingo tries to be friendly. melli is melli. but not /friends/#melli has noticed a pattern though and hes not about to let some self destructive warden drag him down too #melli voice no dont die! thatd be so much paperwork!#not that they have to do paperwork for deaths #i mean maybe idk diamond clan procedures for deaths #but probably not im guessing #but those 'no! paperwork!' vibes are whats driving melli here #(after this though ;) after this that changes a bit ;) )#submas

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level91 · 1 year

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I’m so stressed out I hate having responsibilities ;-;

#I hate you emails I hate you paperwork I hate you communication #and I fucking hate you balancing studying and work sooooo fucking much

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irndad · 2 months

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won't you be my sunshine-a.h.

a/n: runner!hotch x sunshine!reader !! sooooo fluffy, first hotch fic of mine so be gentle with me! lots of pining and happy end <3 happy to continue with these two in an au!

Aaron Hotchner is not a particularly emotive man.

This is a skill he has honed, a cherished quality that was not born of luck or of natural ability, but a skill that he has honed down to a fine tip point. He needs to be, in this job. It’s cost him things, of course, but for the most part, Aaron is happy with his choices. He takes a firm line with people he works with, and does not always let up in his personal life.

The only time this sometimes causes a hitch, is in his romantic life.

Which isn’t to say that he has one.

There is a woman who reads in the park every morning. Aaron affectionately thinks of this bench as her bench, as it is marked by wisterias and hyacinths on either end of it. It’s something of a ritual, after his runs, that they talk.

It’s fun. He doesn’t have a lot of space for fun. He’d collapsed on the bench one day after siphoning his anger at a particular case into a difficult run. He’d crashed onto the bench, sweaty and exhausted and hadn’t even seen her there. Which is a bit impressive, as she’s hard to miss the sight of. It is also in equal measure embarrassing. It’s not every day you collapse in front of a gorgeous woman, disturbing her from what is likely a lovely afternoon in the park.

That’s how it started, anyway. She doesn’t run, so each break is punctuated by her company. He’s actually not sure if they’re flirting. He’s not very good at that- the last time he has to he was 17 and so full of unearned confidence, he lucked into a partnership.

Now, he’s a bit older and a lot more scarred. She’s younger than him, not by much. She laughs with her whole chest at his dry, glib humor- and this is something Aaron had forgotten. The joy of a beautiful, wonderful woman’s company beside you.

He feels a little out of place next to her. Romance is not something he does. Ever thought he’d do again, really. That’s not to say that this is romance. Their romance is almost entirely hypothetical. He thinks of her at work, which is a monumental development in and of itself.

“So, how was the paperwork? I know you’ve been taking a little more on since your colleague had a baby. It’s so kind of you to do it.” She asks him on a beautiful August morning.

He fights off a blush that she remembers what he’s done for JJ. He’s not big on mentioning his own good deeds. Aaron believes that this would cancel it out. Still, her praise is a warm balm to the exhaustion that plagues him. It’s hedonistic, the way he wants her to say more about him. He wonders absentmindedly if she knew everything about him that’s hard to love, she’d still paint him with such a light and warm glance. She’s bright enough, he’s tempted to tell her everything about him just because she asks.

“It was…alright. My team is excellent. I’m lucky to work with people like them, it makes the process better. I couldn’t ask for more.”

She giggles a little at this, and there’s that roar of affection.

He feels a sense of ease around her, one that is suspicious for him. He tries not to romanticize, but this connection is hard not to. She’s beautiful- this is obvious to anyone who meets her, a simple truth of her. But Aaron is trained to notice things little factors that show the truth of someone.

He likes to watch her- it’s a pleasant thing, getting to be in her presence. It’s a little addicting, the way she looks at him. It makes him feel like all of the things he knows to be true of himself- his relative failures, the closed-off nature of his demeanor- are things that not only can be overlooked, but don’t seem to be in her line of sight at all. It’s an honor, to have her doe eyes rake over the sight of him, to meet him with gentle conversation.

He tries not to notice that she is gorgeous. Aaron has been around beautiful women, of course- this is not something that should surprise him. But there’s something effervescent about her, something that his him wondering if it’s possible that she might feel the same way about him. He knows that he used to be a more attractive man, but now. Well, he’s a bit bruised, both metaphorically and physically.

It feels odd to even think of this happening. She’s just got a warm, sweet tone and he replays what it’s like when she greets him. She smiles her brilliant grin and sometimes hugs him. It’s embarrassing how much he likes the feeling of it- soft curves against hard muscle and scarred skin. She always smells wonderful, and he wonders how nice it would be to have more of this.

“I like your new shirt, by the way.” She smiles at him, and his heart jumps. It feels juvenile, but- she’s wearing a new lipstick, it seems. Her beautiful pout looks awfully tempting.

“I like the lip color,” he tries to compliment back amenably, but that doesn’t stick. Instead, it comes out too earnest. He’s hyper aware of the fact that she’s right by him. She flushes, and Aaron feels a surge of pride.

“Thank you,” she says, voice softer and flattered, and isn’t that a pretty sound? He’d love to do that for her, make her feel seen, make her feel like she’s as beautiful as she is, “I thought you might like it.”

It’s her directiveness that breaks the seal, he supposes looking back. Because she wore the lipstick for him. That’s just about the only thing it can mean, and he is struck with a particularly sensory fantasy of what it would be like to slot his mouth against hers- he gets the feeling it might be worth it even if he gets the color on his mouth.

He’s a gentleman, though, he decides after a decidedly ungentlemanly amount of time spend staring at the gorgeous curve of her lips.

“Would you want to get dinner with me?” He hears himself say it before he’s processed it, and then it’s out into the world. His heart is hammering and he’s blaming on the run, when god, it’s absolutely about how breathtaking she looks, the sunlight reflecting off her hair like a halo. When she beams back at him, she looks particularly angelic.

It’s then, she leans over and kisses him on the cheek.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

(Months later, when she is sitting on his kitchen counter and he is standing between her legs, gazing down at her with unabated fondness because he is entitled to that, he reflects on this moment and thinks god, how lucky am I, that I ran past that bench?)

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redamancyys · 1 year

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All Around Me - Kaz Brekker

WARNING(S) ◆ smut, piv sex, oral (fem recieving), cursing, unedited.

WORDS ◆ 3.7k

REQUEST(S) ◆ based off of this request, though i did stray a little. basically kaz and the reader have sex for the first time!

AUTHOR'S NOTE ◆ sooooo this ended up being a lot steamy-er than i intended, but i hope that you enjoy it, because i definitely liked writing this one!

To say that the desire was eating you both up from the inside was an understatement.

Kaz had never wanted a person the way that he wanted you. It was a raw, carnal desire that came from deep within him. He had never been a person who ached for touch until he met you, he wished that he was able to be the man that could grab you by your hips without spiraling into a panic, or could kiss you for as long as you wanted without having to take a break because his internal thoughts were becoming too much to handle.

You would always explain to him that it wasn’t his fault.

Hushed whispers, your hands placed ever so carefully on his clothed body, trying to keep him grounded whenever the aversion got too bad. You had seen him at his worst, where he had to put his head in between his knees in order to stop the flashbacks from coming back to him. Though sometimes no matter how hard you tried, Kaz would morph back into that little boy again, feeling his brother's dead motionless flesh against his own as he floated back ashore. He would feel alone, no matter how much you tried to explain that you were here, he didn’t have to worry, he wasn’t there, he was safe.

And what was even worse, he felt like he was somehow disappointing you. He was with you, but you couldn’t even touch his bare skin without him spiraling into a mess. No matter how many times you explained that you were there for him, that you were always going to make sure that he was okay, there was still a piece of him that wished he was different. But Kaz’s wishes never came true, it would never magically go away. He had to face this head on if he was ever going to be able to properly love you, and for you, he was willing to try anything.

That had been a few months ago, and since then the two of you had worked very hard to overcome his aversion. You went slow, placing bare hands against each other, small kisses, anything that you could think of that would be enough to help but also just enough to not make Kaz feel uncomfortable. It had gotten to the point where you two were able to cuddle with one another, his hands could go up and down your spine and paint small drawings on the skin of your arm and legs. And you could do the same towards him. After a while, you both were able to take your tops off, explore those parts of your bodies, and every time you went farther, the desire began to creep its way into both of your chests. Both of you were aware what the next step was, you both weren’t dumb, but neither of you had the inclination to talk about it. It was like the two of you were dancing around the conversation, doing everything that you could to not bring it up.

Wylan and Jesper were always talking about it. Well, that was a lie, Jesper was usually the one that would talk about it with you. He always talked about the pining, the excitement of getting to explore your lover's body . . . it was something that you wanted but had never experienced before and before you knew it, you were sitting on your shared bed with Kaz, trying to concentrate on a book while he did his paperwork at his desk. You took a moment to stare at him, watching as his hands pressed against the paper, quill etching sounds into the silence between the both of you. You took your bottom lip into your teeth, sucking in a harsh breath. You could do this.

“Kaz, I wanted to talk to you about something.”

You could’ve gone about it a different way, because the moment Kaz stopped what he was doing and turned to face you, there was a hint of worry in his expression. Most of the time when a person told another that they had to talk to them about something, it was bad news, and you were quick to assure him that it was nothing of the sort. “Nothing bad, I promise. I just wanted to bring an idea up to you.” His face immediately softened, one that you knew he didn’t share with many. You took a moment to study his expressive eyes, your own going from them to his lips, the ones that you wished were kissing the delicate skin on your body. Giving him a tiny smile, you said, “I wanted to see what you . . . thought about having sex with me? We’ve been getting to that point for a while now and I just thought that it wouldn’t hurt to ask if you wanted to go all the way?”

This was definitely something that he wasn’t expecting to come out of his mouth, especially because of the unspoken barrier between the both of you when it came to talking about these types of things. Of course he wanted to, saints, if he could he would take you right then and there but you and him knew that it would take a lot more mental preparation on his end for this to happen. And perhaps for a moment you thought that you had struck a nerve with him, that he would dismiss the idea and you would leave to compose yourself, but that was far from the truth. Instead he set down the quill and turned to face you completely, his gloved hands playing with one another as an attempt to ground. You didn’t move, eyes attentively staring, waiting for him to say something. Kaz eventually opened his mouth to say, “Of course I want to have sex with you.” He said it as though you were dumb thinking that he wasn’t, but you knew that this was his way of trying to guard himself from the actual thoughts that came into his head. “I think I just need a little time to prepare first-” “Yes! I know, I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable first,” You cut him off, not wanting him to think that you were going to pressure him.

Soon enough you two were discussing the logistics, almost as if you were scheduling a business meeting of a sort. It made you chuckle at first, but as the days went by, closer to the date that the two of you planned to finally go the final step, your nerves began to jumble up.

You sat down at the edge of his bed, very reminiscent of a few days ago when you popped the question, but instead of Kaz sitting at his desk, he was sitting beside you. His breathing was slightly rigid, he was nervous which you completely understood. In order to comfort him, you placed your hand on his gloved one, looking at him with a look of kindness in an attempt to show him that you were nervous too.

“I love you,” You said to him.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

One finger at a time, you began to pull his gloves off of his hand, and then the other one, setting the pair onto the bedside table. You held one of his hands with yours while the other one made its way to the back of his neck, pressing soft kisses to his lips. Kaz responded by putting his hand on your waist, eagerly kissing you back. He pulled you closer to him, until you got the idea of straddling his waist, legs on either side of him as you sat on his lap. This kissing went on for a while, semi for comfort but also for pleasure, as you knew that you would never get tired of kissing Kaz Brekker. His lips tasted like honeyed tea and you relished in the notion that you would be the only one who ever got to taste such a sweet thing.

You were still sitting on his thighs and you needed him more than ever now. That familiar feeling that bubbled up inside of you whenever you two got this far began to resurface, causing the kissing to become even more fast paced, filled with want and need. Though the most enjoyable part was that the two of you were having fun, taking moments to stop and admire one another. For a moment a sly smile came across his lips and you wiped it away with a kiss, going back to the fast pace that had been set before. Your hands came and tentatively went under his shirt, feeling the taut skin of his chest with calm and courteous fingers, not wanting to upset him, though clearly beginning to fog up the idea of being gentle. The thought of him above you with a body like that? It made you falter in your movements. He was beautiful, and you were sure that you would never allow him to forget it.

Using the break in your concentration to his advantage, Kaz began mouthing along your skin, knowing that your neck was sensitive in a multitude of places and skimming your skin with his teeth ever so gently, hands pulling up your shirt above your head. His eyes scanned your body, raising an eyebrow. “No bra?” He asked, making you shy away and look anywhere but at his face. You didn’t reply, but he seemed to not like that. His hand came and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. You gave a small smile, “I wanted to be comfy.” He hummed, somewhat disappointed in your answer but not disappointed at how compliant you seemed to be with him. Kaz went back to kissing your neck, teeth grazing along your soft skin, making you jump whenever he bit down on a particular spot.

You were beginning to grow impatient. Perhaps it was with the way that he was worshiping you, wanting to kiss every single inch of you and make you keel into his touch over and over again. Or maybe it was because no one had ever made you feel this way before. You hadn’t been with others before, never trying to get this far with the men of Ketterdam for fear of ruin or awkwardness in the morning. You had only longed for Kaz before.

His hands found your breasts, squeezing them and kneading them together, fingers coming to pinch your nipples. Your back arched into him and you almost fell over on top of him, using your hands on his muscles to stop you. You reached and decided you wanted to please him, to show him how much you wanted him. You trailed your hands under his shirt and came to the band of his pants, pushing your fingers past it and making your way down. Before you could hit his obvious hard on, one of his own hands came and grasped your wrists, pulling your hand away. You looked up, thinking that you did something wrong. Tilting your head, you gave him a silent what? Maybe you had made him uncomfortable, and he was trying to come up with a way to tell you off.

Though that didn’t seem to be the case when Kaz’s lips offered a smirk.

“I’m not done with you yet,” Kaz explained. In one movement he put his hands to your back and flipped you two over, him now on top of you. Your head hit the mattress with a small humph and wondered what he had in store for you.

You worked with him to shimmy your pants and panties off, throwing them to some side of the room. His hands splayed against your thighs and you watched with an open mouth to see what he was going to do. He gave you a look, a familiar one that reminded you that you were actually here with him, no one else, the two of you were doing this amazing thing together. Your heart swelled with adoration as you thought that this was the man that you loved, the one that you trusted more than anyone else in the entire world. You were also well aware of the slick that was beginning to coat your thighs, body betraying you and showing him how much you wanted him, how you ached for him. Kaz seemed to like it though, bringing his flesh hand to your slit and scooping some of it up. When he brought his hand back up, you could see the way that it glistened on his skin, popping a finger into his mouth and humming sinfully at the taste. He did it again and again, humming every single time your arousal hit his tongue. You looked down with heated cheeks, feeling a little embarrassed that you were getting so worked up over something so small. “You taste . . .” He trailed off, bringing his tongue to your folds and swiping up from your hole to your clit. “Amazing.”

“It’s all for you,” You said, wiggling your hips and urging him to pleasure you again. Kaz smirked, feeling a sense of pride wash over him at your words. He brought a finger to you and pushed it in, watching your mouth open into a wide ‘O’ at the feeling. He curled it up, making your muscles tighten around him. Kaz built a steady pace and he came back up to your face, pressing a kiss to your cheek sweetly as if he couldn’t hear the lewd sounds that were being created when he added a second finger in.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this,” He said, towering over you. His thumb rubbed against your clit while his fingers fucked into you. “To see you under me like this.” The both of you seemed to have this desire for each other for the longest time.

You moaned out at his words, thighs clenching around his hand to keep him there. You couldn’t respond, too busy thinking about the steady fire that was building in you. You reached to climb higher, hoping he would grant you some kind of release. He didn’t give it to you though. Instead, whenever you were getting to that tipping point, he would stop all of his movements altogether until you stopped shaking, then repeat the process over and over again. It was making you go crazy, how he had the power to push you towards release but he just wouldn’t do it.

You opened your mouth to speak but you couldn’t. As if to test you further, he pushed a third finger into you, making you moan out his name loud and roll your eyes to the back of your skull. His thumb kept rubbing languid circles on your clit. You thought if you stayed quiet you could sneak an orgasm, cut him off guard. But as if he heard your thoughts, his movements stalled and he put his other hand firmly on your hips so you couldn’t even move against his statue-like hand. His dark eyes bore into your own and you squeezed around his fingers. “You make me feel so good, Kaz.” The praise fell from your lips with ease, lava pooling in your stomach as if threatening to burst at any moment. If only he would just rub a little bit more . . .

He pulled his hand away from you. Kaz didn’t even respond to your statement and you wondered if you said something wrong, if he had enough. And he had enough all right, but not enough of you. He wanted to see you cum, just around his cock and not his fingers. But you couldn’t hear what he was thinking, which made you whimper when he pulled himself away fully, standing at the edge of the bed. You opened your legs up to him, the farthest that you could go without hurting yourself and hoping that it would make him come back to you quickly. Your clit was aching from several denied orgasms, almost thinking about pulling your hand down to finish yourself off, though deciding against it when knowing Kaz would never allow something like that. He liked seeing you writhing like this.

Kaz’s hands shed all his clothing. He wasn’t exactly putting on a show for you but you marveled anyways, watching the way that his muscles flexed when his shirt came off and how you wanted to lick all around his abdominal region and make your way all down to his cock, which was pressed against his stomach and slightly glistening with precum. It was big and felt your insides clench just thinking about it sliding into you. Once he was satisfied with his clothing off, he came back down to the bed and kneeled between your spread legs.

“Kaz,” You whispered. “Please.”

There was a hint of mischief in his eyes and it took all of your strength to not roll your eyes. “What do you want me to do to you?” Of course he wanted to hear you say it, to announce what he was inevitably going to do. You couldn’t ignore the way you loved how controlling he was with you, how he ordered you to do some things. And as much as you hated that he didn’t let you cum, you also loved how he would make you cum when he wanted you to, not you. He took his cock into his hands and rubbed the tip against your glistening folds, teasing you in the most sinful way possible.

“Please . . . Fuck me Kaz. Make me cum, I can’t take it anymore.” You just wanted him inside of you so badly, you were going to scream if this went on for any longer. He was right there, denying you both the pleasure. With a nod of his head, he pushed into you in one fluid motion. The feeling of him bottoming out inside of you made you grip onto his bicep, pulling him close so his warm chest was against your own again. He wasted no time moving, the sound of it deliciously sweet in your ears. Kaz took your legs and pushed them upwards, your feet hanging off of his shoulders and pressing your thighs further up until they were almost hitting the mattress. The change in position had you crying out, feeling him hit deeper inside of you.

You could feel every single scrape of his cock against your walls, increasing that fire in your stomach until you were sure you were about to cum. He kept at it with such loyalty and vigor, his motivation to make you feel the best you ever had fuelling him to a tenfold. He was such a devoted man to begin with, so you should’ve known that he would handle things the same way in bed.

You squeezed around him. “Please,” You whimpered.

“Go ahead.” Those two words were all you needed, allowing yourself to scream out as your orgasm ripped through you, built up again and again and now it was finally here and it was amazing. It rippled through you like shockwaves, and made you go limp under him, legs completely boneless. Kaz didn’t let up as he rode through your orgasm, keeping the same pace with you. He was unforgiving, not giving you time to adjust and instantly making you feel the feeling of overstimulation. You were so sensitive to his cock ramming in and out of you that you could feel a second orgasm already building up. The tip of him hit a particularly nice spot in you and you yelled, curling your toes and your hands came to tangle and grip in his hair. You almost stopped for a moment thinking that you were hurting him, but when you looked at his face, you saw only fucked out bliss, white incisors showing in a ravenous grin. His eyes opened and they were almost fully dark, making you shiver.

“You feel so good,” He mumbled, as though he was talking to himself. He was completely thrown into the pleasure that you were giving him, hot and warm and just perfect , like you were made for his cock to be rammed into over and over again. “Made for me, all for me.” He used your past words, them never losing their meaning no matter how many times he muttered under his breath.

Time seemed to slow and grow faster at the same time, the whole room disappearing as both of you focused on only each other. You weren’t sure how many times he had made you cum at this point, you took whatever he gave you and took it well. When you got enough strength to crane your neck down, you watched as your hole enveloped his cock, it coming back out slicked with the remnants of your past orgasms. Kaz saw where your eyesight was and a sense of pride washed over him again. “Do you like watching that? Seeing how well you take me?” He asked, egging you on. His hand went to grab your own and placed it on your lower abdomen, and you could feel the skin slightly raising up every time he went into you. You could see it too, sliding in and out. Though, even if he didn’t want to admit it to himself, his movements were beginning to falter. He was becoming more sloppy with his hips and you knew he was about to cum. So, to give him what he had worked for, you wiggled your hips up, matching his hips. Your oversensitive clit rubbed against the base of his cock and you were clenching around him, and as if on cue, you were cumming again, feeling weak under him. Kaz wrapped his arms around you and pulled you up, his cock splitting you open until he was spilling inside of you.

The moans that left his mouth were probably the hottest things you had ever felt in your life. You could feel his cum dripping down his cock, coating your thighs and dripping onto the soiled sheets. He put you down on the bed and followed you, eyes watching your own and kissing your sweaty forehead. He finally stopped moving and stilled inside, not wanting to leave you. He didn’t want to leave this moment and neither did you.

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cathedral-of-sinners · 8 months

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I humbly request a Tighnari NSFW alphabet please whenever you're free and if you're willing to dear author!

Tighnari, Tighnari, Tighnari, Ti-

For him, I'm always willing <3 (being free and having motivation was a different story though lol)

CW: gn!reader (no pronouns/genitalia mentioned), reader can be either sub/dom and top/bottom depending on the letter, creampie (C)

— Tighnari: Full Alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He's deliciously buzzed, so high on cloud nine that he doesn't want to come down. His head will drop to rest on your shoulder or in the crook of your neck, trying desperately to inhale as much of your scent as possible. You’ll even catch his tail flicking gently like a happy puppy’s would, something you can't ever bring up outside of the moment or else he'll never recover (not to mention the teasing Cyno would bring if he ever somehow heard of this habit lmao). Once he's collected himself though he grows insanely soft, ears relaxing as he places a kiss on your forehead, asking if anything hurts or if you want anything. Food, some water, medicine or a warm/cool cloth, he had it all set up on the nightstand before you started and reaches for what he needs before curling up beside you, tail wrapping around you in some way.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of their partners)

Your shoulders and arms! Adores when you wrap your arms around him both in and out of the bedroom, their presence something he simply really enjoys. Loves when he can bury his nose in your shoulders too, careful though, he's a biter ;)

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Addicted to cumming inside or on your stomach. The way his seed dribbles and dots your skin makes his head swirl - as for inside? He could pass out from how good it feels to stuff you full <3

D = Dirty Secret

Has very big thoughts and feelings about teasing you all day with a toy. Wants you to roam the forest or into the city as he stays and does some paperwork in his home, the knowledge that you're no doubt struggling to keep it together until you get back at the forefront of his mind. By the time you get home he can smell the arousal dripping from you as he turns and smirks. Don't worry, he rewards generously to well behaved individuals :)

E = Experience (How experienced are they?)

Honestly could see him as both a virgin and not. Like, there's the idea that he's not interested in sex at all during his studies and then when he became a Forest Watcher there was both no time and no one that piqued his interest. But then I think he could also be the kind to have a one-night type thing once or twice while he was in school. He’s an I do want when I want kinda guy in some ways after all.

THEN AGAIN!! Fennec foxes mate for life sooooo, there’s that… but other than that he’s had plenty of moments when the topic came up in his research or conversations he’s overheard (both willing and unwillingly), therefore he’s really only lacking in the practice aspect.

F = Favourite Position

Lotus!! This is mainly because of how close the position makes you both, chests pressed up against one another, every breathe felt and every noise of pleasure heard. Plus, like mentioned before, it lets Tighnari rest his head on the crook of your neck, drowning him in everything that is you.

A close second is doggy style.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

He’s sassy no matter where he is (man has no fear honestly) so I’m damn certain he’ll unintentionally (or even intentionally) be funny during the moment. For the most part though he’s pretty serious.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

*chef's kiss* he is very well-groomed. Tighnari takes extremely good care of both his ears and fluffy tail, so it’s only right he takes equal care down below. Firm believer that his pubes are the same shade as his tail and not a mix like his hair or solid black. Pretty clean shaven, the thinnest of bushes present.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

He can be very romantic when he wants to be!! Holds your hand, kisses you all across the face, down your neck, across your chest, he’ll whisper praise and compliments in your ear, all the things like that!

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Doesn’t jerk off much simply because he doesn’t feel the need to. The only times he would are if you’re not available (like out of town unavailable) or if he’s in a rut and you’re just taking too long to come home :((

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Marking: He's a bitter like I said but Tighnari also likes to admire the scratches left on both of you after an intense round. Really likes to trace them with his eyes as you both cuddle or as he takes care of them.

Breeding: I’m totally not adding this because of his fennec fix urges lmao (I am a little), but it doesn’t matter what you got downstairs, your hole will be stuffed with his cum to the point of overflowing.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Tighnari isn't picky about where you do it but he favors the bedroom slightly above the rest. It's just far more comfortable and there's less of a chance of being interrupted by a patrolling Forest Ranger or some random hiker

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Let him drown in your scent and he's yours. Also, he’s really sensitive when you kiss or drag your tongue over his Adam’s Apple ;)

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

He likes the risk but he's not stupid enough to risk your safety. He likes to play around with strange mushrooms and flowers but if he doesn't know everything about them - effects, antidotes, the like - then he's not bringing it around you. (But that’s honestly what any good lover would do).

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Honestly??? He’s got no preference. However, there is one pro when it comes to sucking him off: you get to see his ears cutely twitch.

A natural when he goes down on you. It’s partially due to his boldness and lack of hesitation. With minimal kitten licks, he dives right in like he might die if he doesn’t get a taste of you right that second. Bonus points when he looks up at you through his lashes too - it's really a sight to behold.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He's honestly a mixed bag, he can go either way most days. It also depends on the circumstances: did you tease him? How much time do you both have on your hands? What are your preferences in the moment? As a default though he leans slightly more on the fast side.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

"Really? Now? Right before I'm suppose to leave for patrol?" He'll act like it's an inconvenience but really he doesn't mind. If either you or he are feeling needy before one of you have to leave or are expecting company he's not opposed to busting out a quick round. Just to satisfy you both until later where you have all night to play.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Again, dude's got no fear. Can and will fuck anywhere he wants (with your consent of course). Forest? Hell yeah. In the Akademiya? Oh how it’d piss the higher-ups off! Tighnari also doesn’t mind introducing new things he thinks you might like or something he wants to try, always opening up with “there’s something I’d like to try, if you’d let me?”.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

Tighnari in heat can go for what feels like forever even though it’s really only a mighty 7 or 8 rounds. When he’s not in heat however, the Forest Watcher averages about three. He’s always able to take some time before orgasming.

T=Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

KINKY TIGHNARI 🥵😫 (I thought it once and I’m never going to let it go, it’s permanently stuck in my head)

Owns every fucking toy under the sun (exaggeration but damn close to the truth). Loves using them and doesn’t mind bringing them into the bedroom with you either. For himself, has a favourite combo between a dildo and a cock ring (vibrating or not doesn’t matter to him). He just fucking loves bouncing on it, hitting that one sweet spot with the added stimulation from the ring.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Nodding my head vigorously. He so loves to tease you. “What? Did you really think I was going to touch you? Just like that? You’ve got me all wrong.”

Fucking loves teasing your nipples too. No explanation, it is what it is.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

If you manage to catch him off guard he’ll moan really loudly and slutty before growing red at the lewd sound ;) Tighnari whines and whimpers more than he does moan. He’s usually not too load but when he gets lost in pleasure, drunk on you, he can get pretty loud that people passing by will hear it

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Enjoys seeing you in lingerie and would die a happy fox if you surprised him in a black set, body draped along his bed as you await for him to unwrap his unexpected gift.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Average length, ‘bout 5 to 5 and a half inches. Definitely has a little more girth to it though. Has a prominent vein that travels along the side of his dick. Is a grower.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Not overly high, like it’s there but its also not. Before meeting you and before things in Sumeru calmed down there was just so much to do. Withering Zones, Elezar, the Akademiya constantly bothering him, the list goes on. The only time it's high is during the season *wink wink*

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

After catching his breath, going through the motions of caring for you both and finally laying down, Tighnari is asleep after 10 to 20 minutes, provided there’s minimal post-sex talk. He doesn’t mind chatting so if you do then he’s out after about 45 minutes.

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earthtooz · 1 year

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BABE I HAD AN IDEA- Reo Mikage ANGST where he calls reader a gold digging whore in the middle of an argument, ultimately affirming all of her insecurities so he has to figure out a way to show that he didn't mean it and that he's sorry without using his disgustingly abundant wealth 💔 anyways ilysm hope you take care of yourself

NO YOU ARE LITERALLY DISGUSTING FOR THIS (affectionate) YOUR MIND >>> YOU ARE SOOOOO RIGHT. SHUT UP THIS WILL LITERALLY BE THE MOST SCRUMPTIOUS FIC EVER BECAUSE I AM LITERALLY ABOUT TO PUT MY WHOLE EARTHUSSY INTO INCORPORATING THIS IDEA SOMEWHERE !!! BUT FOR NOW, TAKE THIS SNIPPET I WHIPPED UP IN ONE SITTING.

girl feel free to come back into my inbox WHENEVER and giving me your juicy ideas bc holy shit i loved this.

CW: HURT/COMFORT - A LOT OF BOTH, SWEARING, UNEDITED - I WAS GOING THRU IT WHILST WRITING THIS DON'T LOOK AT ME!

IMAGINE THIS: it's been a rough night for both you and reo, he's been through a lot in the past weeks because his dad just had to during the middle of soccer season to lecture reo about how to run a big business. the transition process is beginning to happen since father mikage is about to retire and although your purple-haired boyfriend has been preparing for this his whole life, having gone to business school part-time and graduating with honours, there's still a little part of him that feels weary from all the responsibilities.

all this accumulated stress needs to have an outlet eventually, right? welp, you just happened to be there at the right (wrong) time. you were simply delivering a platter of apples to your boyfriend who had his head in his hands, hunched over an endless pile of paperwork that was beginning to irk him with each passing second. countless images of him shredding up the paper flowed into his mind, a fury that manifested into his reality, except the paper was you D,:

one thing evolved into another, reo's endless stream of venomous words didn't stop flowing out of him as he spat poison after poison, burning you with the intensity of it all.

"you're so overbearing, can't you see that i'm fine? unlike you i can handle myself when things get hard," he spits, eyeing you with fury in his eyes, one that makes you gulp thickly.

"reo-"

-but you wouldn't know the first thing about fighting for what you want right, you fucking gold-digger."

that stops you in your tracks, silences you effortlessly, causing you to let your hands drop limply back to your sides as you stare at your boyfriend blankly. you're sinking into an abyss of hurt and insecurity, it's getting harder to breathe because of the way your chest swells with anger.

reo only continues, not noticing the way you physically and emotionally drop. "even if you don't give me attention for one second of the day, i won't forget you exist, so stop being so clingy and unnecessary! my money isn't going anywhere either, you don't need to occupy majority of my day so leave me alone. go shop online or something."

that was it. was that all reo perceived you to be? a dent in his money, the expenses of his bank account?

"fine. goodbye," you simply mutter before slipping through his office door, out in the hallway.

"don't bother me whilst i'm in here," he says with finality, one last declaration before you shut the door behind you.

the luxurious walls of reo's penthouse look down at you mockingly, the spacious area caging you in, chanting 'gold-digger' over and over again until it's all you hear.

staying here feels wrong.

so, you grab your purse and leave, as quietly as possible. slipping down to the garage where your (second hand) car was parked, you start the engine up and begin reversing out of the parking lot.

you begin to reflect on your relationship with reo. you love him, you really do, you love him because he's reo, the man who was always capable of making you smile, laugh, and make you feel like you were on top of the world. his money and fame was an added bonus that you truly didn't care much about.

but ever since dating him, you've had your own insecurities that have been forced on you by other people. there were crowds calling you a 'gold digger' who was only with reo 'for the money', and although you were sure of yourself and your intentions, your armour breaks down sometimes.

what reo said tonight was the final jab that allowed it to fully disintegrate.

you had a stable job of your own and finances to your own name, money wasn't something you avidly chased, sure having a few zeroes in your bank account was nice but that was all you really needed. as long as you could buy necessities and spoil yourself, it was satisfactory, and you could provide that for yourself!

reo loved to spoil you, showering you in luxurious gifts that you never knew how to accept. it would take a great deal of convincing for you to take what he bought you, and when you promised him to stop buying them for you, he agreed before buying you more material stuff.

as you pull up to the parking lot of the apartment complex that you resided in, you get into the elevator with a heavy heart, pressing the button to your floor with a lot of emotions.

the ride is silent. everything is so silent.

your apartment is even more silent. it's unused, slightly barren. your furniture was still there, except some dust had gathered on the tables and cabinets from how long you've neglected it.

the only reason you were able to keep your apartment was because you had no expenses outflowing since reo took care of almost everything. anything you needed, he bought it, groceries, bills, whatever, were charged on his card. for a period of time, your bank account merely grew and never decreased.

and since you hadn't been here for a while, electricity and water bills never bothered you too much.

you flop onto your made bed with a sigh. it wasn't as soft as reo's but you didn't find it in you to care, you just needed some well-deserved shut eye.

well, 'shut eye' occurred for merely an hour before your phone started vibrating violently.

with a groan, you shove your face back into your pillows before blindly reaching for your phone.

you already knew who it would be without looking at the caller id. of course reo would be looking for you, noting your obvious absence in his penthouse.

"hello?" you mutter.

"y/n? where the hell are you?" comes reo's frantic voice from the other line. he sounds genuinely concerned.

"doesn't matter."

"i'm sorry for everything i said. please, come back."

"reo, i'm tired, i can't do this with you right now."

"i'm sorry, i'm really really sorry."

"i don't want to hear this right now."

"i love you."

you sigh and you're sure reo can hear it on his end. unsure of how to respond, you just hang up on him before throwing your phone away. normally, you would feel bad about the way you left him, but that wasn't the case this time. you just needed to sleep on this.

but, it was reo you were talking about, and the last thing he was going to let you do was sleep without him.

at 1:24am, there's a series of ferocious knocks on your door, followed by screams of your name.

oh my god it was so embarrassing, you literally shoot out of bed as soon as you register what was happening and dash for your door. you don't want to disturb your neighbours' sleep and let them hear that the pathetic grovelling of your boyfriend. the entire hallway could hear reo and his shouting.

you open the door, pull him in, and slam it shut behind you again, leaving the purple-haired to stare at you with a bewildered expression.

"what are you doing here?" you hiss.

he looks at you the same way a puppy does when its owner kicked it out of the house.

you should've known that merely telling reo 'i don't want to hear this right now' would not be enough to pacify his determination and the fact that you hung up on him only intensified his pettiness. the purple-haired always sought you out, pulling himself into your orbit like a magnet. where you went, reo followed, even if it was to the ends of the world.

he had the money to do whatever he wanted, you suppose.

"i wanted to make sure you were safe," he pouts. "i didn't know whether you'd be here or not."

"well, i'm safe, and i'm here. so."

"i can see that," he leans against the back of your couch. reo looks so out of place in your small apartment, awkwardly playing with his hands. "so... should we go to bed?"

the audacity. "what do you mean 'we'? go back home, reo, i'll see you some other time."

as you turn around to go back to your bedroom, reo's quick enough to round around you, blocking you from the hallway with his larger figure.

"but you are my home. please, i'm really sorry about what i said, i didn't mean it," he pleads, grabbing your face so you could look him square in the eye.

you step out of his grasp easily, shaking him off. if you were in your right mind, you would've seen the look of heartbreak on reo's face.

"sure, if you didn't mean it then you wouldn't have said it in the first place, mikage."

you swerve around him to reach your bedroom and he follows you the entire time, trailing behind you, desperate for an ounce of your attention.

"i know i fucked up, but i didn't mean to hurt you and project my frustrations like that onto you when you were just trying to care for me." you sit down on your bed with a sigh and reo takes a seat beside you. "you know i love you right? like, a lot."

that's right. if there's one thing about reo it's that he loves you to an endless degree.

"thank you for always caring for me. i know you don't do it because you're after my money or fame, but because you want to ensure that i'm healthy and not rotting in all that i have to do," his voice cracks. is he beginning to cry. "i don't know what i'd do without you."

you let a beat of silence pass by before dropping your walls. he was always going to smash through them no matter what.

"i've always felt insecure in our relationship," you confess, no louder than an exhale and if reo wasn't holding on to every action of yours, he wouldn't have heard you. "being called a gold digger became normal when i started dating you and i didn't really care. well- i tried not to care."

you continue. "i don't want to let these comments get to me, but then you said it and... i don't know, it just felt horrible."

you feel an arm sneak under your leg, and another hand come to your elbow, both of which simultaneously pull you to straddle reo's lap. you don't look him in the eye- something he frowns at.

"i love you for you. you're the best i'll ever have, reo, but sometimes i-"

"-please don't finish that sentence," he murmurs, breath fanning against your face.

you meet his gaze. he's crying freely. tears are running down his cheeks like streams and you instinctively bring use your thumbs to catch the drops. you hate it when he cries.

"i don't want it to be anyone else but you," confesses the purple-haired. "i hate it when we're separated, i can't stay away from you too long or i think i will go insane."

his statement causes you to giggle a little.

"you laugh but i'm telling the truth."

"i laugh because you make me happy."

his arms wound around your waist, keeping you pressed against him, leaving you with no room to escape or part from him. just what reo likes.

"i'm sorry for what i said," he says against your collarbone. "when i didn't see you in our home, i didn't know what to think. i got so scared for a second because i had no idea where you could've gone so i started spamming your number-"

"-yeah wait, was calling me 24 times necessary?"

"i was going to keep calling you until you picked up so it could've taken 24 or 1000 times or more. now let me speak." you nod wordlessly, smiling a little at how silly reo can be. "and when i realised that you went back to your apartment, i felt horrible that i drove you out."

he looks up at you with glossy eyes.

"you came here because you wanted to prove me wrong, right? because you bought all this by yourself and don't need me, right?"

"well, kind of, but i also didn't want to be around you so i came back here."

reo frowns before leaning in to press delicate kisses to your neck. "please don't leave me. i need you by my side," he inhales before whispering his next statement. "even if you don't need me."

a hand of yours go up to thread through his hair. "don't say that," you use your other hand to direct his face away from your neck, pressing a kiss against his puckered lips. "i absolutely adore you, my love. you're my favourite person ever."

he smiles before leaning in again, kissing you with more fervour and passion. you can feel another tear slide down his cheek.

"lets go to bed, reo," you say when you part and he simply nods, laying you on the side of the bed before laying beside you, arms naturally finding themselves around your waist as reo tugs you as humanely close as possible. "sorry if this mattress isn't as comfortable as your twelve grand one back home."

"i couldn't care less," he whispers whilst tracing patterns on your bare skin.

so long as it's you he's next to, reo doesn't have a lot to complain about.

#bro when i say i literally wrote this in one go #I WROTE THIS IN ONE GO #reo mikage x reader #reo x reader #mikage reo x reader #blue lock x reader

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elizabethsnuts · 2 months

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Winterwidow's kid always seeing old man bucky groaning while trying to sit up or stand up and she thinks she has to do it too!!!

Getting up from the bed and letting out a cute ass groan like an old man (yes i got this idea from tiktok)

Like father like daughter maybe🤭🤭🤭🤭

Like Father like Daughter

WinterWidow x Daughter!reader

Summary: You just can’t help but copy Bucky by acting like an old man

A/N: This is such a cute request!!

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Bucky sat on the edge of the messy bed, stretching his arms overhead. The events of the day had taken a toll on his body, and every movement seemed to elicit a groan from his tired muscles. Nearby, Natasha was occupied with some paperwork, occasionally stealing glances at her husband and their daughter, Y/N, who was playing with her toys on the floor.

As Bucky attempted to stand up from the bed, he couldn't suppress the groan that threatened to escape his lips. The strain of the day weighed heavily on him, and his body protested the movement. To his surprise, he heard a tiny voice echoing his groan. Looking down, he saw you attempting to mimic him, your face scrunched up in concentration as you grunted like an old man.

“I’m sooooo old! Ouchie my back!” You exclaimed with an exaggerated tone, you found great joy in mocking Bucky.

Chuckling softly, Bucky ruffled your hair before making his way to the couch where Natasha sat. With a sigh, he lowered himself onto the cushions, feeling the familiar ache in his back. As he pressed his hands into his lower back, trying to find some relief, your eyes widened with curiosity.

Copying your father's actions, you stood up on your little legs, kicking a few toys as you did and staggered over to where Bucky sat. With exaggerated grunts and stretching movements, you mimicked his every action, your tiny fingers poking at your little back as if trying to alleviate nonexistent discomfort.

“My back! Sooo sore!” You fake complained again, you couldn’t stop the little giggle that escaped your lips and the smirk crawling up your little face.

Natasha couldn't help but smile at the adorable sight before her. You were always looking up to your parents, whether that being copying Nat’s combat moves or Bucky’s old man groans.

With a playful chuckle at Natasha, Bucky scooped you into his arms, planting a kiss on your forehead. "Looks like someone's learning from the best," he teased, earning a giggle from you.

As the evening wore on, Bucky and you continued your imitation game, much to Natasha's amusement. Sticking your hands in your back and letting out exaggerated groans to try and copy each other, it was moments like these, simple and full of love, that made their little family feel whole.

#daughter!reader #bucky barnes #natasha romanoff #winterwidow #bucky barnes x daughter!reader #buckynat #natasha romanoff x daughter!reader #winterwidow x daughter!reader #buckynat x daughter!reader

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exhaslo · 5 months

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Hi I have a weirdly specific request for a Miguel fic! I was watching a fav movie Dirty Dancing and the part where baby and Johnny are practicing and they do the crawling to Love is Strange, I was wondering if you could write a one shot of the reader attempting to make Miguel less stressed at his office by dancing for him and when the “hey Sylvia? Yes Mickey?” Part comes on she’s crawling over to him and on his lap and smut ensuuuuues and he plays along cos he can’t help it. SO SORRY IF that’s so jumbled idk how else to describe it 🤷‍♀️

Sooooo, embarrassing enough, I've never seen Dirty Dancing. I could never get into those movies as a kid or even now. But I'll watch that scene so I have an idea of what you mean and I'll do my best to write it!

Also, sorry this was late!! I can't catch a break at both jobs for the holidays!

Warning: Minors DNI, dry humping, smut, almost caught, teasing

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No one liked working at Alchemax and if you did, you were insane. Alchemax was a company that would literally drag your soul down to the depths of hell if you even dared to relax. Shit, it was impossible to quit because the CEO would drug everyone who tried to leave. Especially if they were a good worker.

You fell into that group of good workers; however, you knew better than to quit. Once you saw some of your coworkers acting funny, you were stuck. At least you had something to keep you going at this horrible job.

Your sexy crush of a coworker, Miguel O'Hara.

You would do anything for that man. Give him coffee-check; help with a project you knew nothing about-check; stay hours late to help Miguel with an assignment-check. You were down bad for that man, and honestly, you were ready to make your move.

Miguel was a man of few words. He was one of the coworkers whom many avoided because of his resting bitch face. His tone felt cold and cruel, but hell, you loved that about him.

"He's pissed again," One of your coworkers whispered.

Your ears perked up, knowing full well that they were talking about Miguel. Already walking with a skip in your step, you went to Miguel's office with a nice large cup of coffee in your hands.

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Miguel threw his chair across the room, letting out a frustrated yell. Everyone in the lab had left already, leaving Miguel all alone in a fucked up lab. Breathing heavily to calm himself down, Miguel cussed before pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Miguel?"

Ah, music to his ears. Miguel inhaled deeply, listening to your sweet voice as you entered his lab. You were the most beautiful women he had ever laid eyes on. Oh how Miguel wanted to eat you up. To have you in his arms, crying out his name.

"(Y/N), brave as always," Miguel said softly.

You just smiled, handing him a cup of coffee. His hands grazing over your fingers just for a moment. Miguel felt the urge to hover over you, watching that creeping plush cover your cheeks.

"The others are just lazy wimps." You said with a chuckle. Miguel hummed in response as he took a sip,

"Indeed. Now I have to clean this mess and do a mountain of paperwork."

"Why don't you have the others clean?" You asked. Miguel glanced at you,

"Ha, and why would they do that?"

Miguel watched your smile turn mischievous . Oh, how he loved that look. You were such a trouble maker sometimes. Always giving Miguel a rise with your antics. Another thing that Miguel loved so much about you.

"Weeeeell, maybe because you are suuuuch a genius and everyone wants to willow at your feet." You teased, bumping your hips against his, "How about I help you with your paperwork later?"

"So you aren't going to help me clean either?" Miguel hummed, resisting the urge to grab your hips.

"Nope~ I have a report to finish."

Miguel watched as you skipped out of the lab. Your ass swaying ever so slightly. Damn, Miguel wanted you bad. Licking his lips, Miguel just closed his eyes and relished your fleeting presence. He was going to have to be patient until later.

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You held your cheeks as you paced back and forth in front of Miguel's office. Everyone had gone home for the day expect the two of you and now you were about to seclude yourself in a small room with him. You had already planned this all out.

But you were still nervous.

"Wow, that really is a lot of paperwork." You whispered, entering the office. Miguel scoffed,

"I told you,"

You huffed your cheeks out since Miguel had his stressed tone. Slowly approaching him, you kept a smile as you readied your plan. Miguel kept watching you, wondering what you were doing as you placed your phone on the counter.

"(Y/N), music isn't going to help." Miguel said with a soft sigh.

"Not with that attitude."

You swayed your hips with the music and stroked your hands across his shoulders. You could feel Miguel tense up. With a soft pull, you motioned Miguel towards you and kept dancing to the rhythm. Miguel was still not moving with the groove.

"Loosen up, let your body do what it wants,"

Miguel felt a shiver run down his spine as he followed your movements. To let his body move to how it wants? Hopefully you won't regret those words. Placing his hands against your hips, Miguel felt drawn to you like a drug.

"There we go, but someone is a little handsy~" You cooed.

"Moving to the music," Was all Miguel whispered.

You felt your heart race as Miguel's hands kept roaming your body. You teased him and pulled his hands back a little, which ended up with his face near your chest. Immediately letting go of his hands, you bit your lower lip as Miguel grabbed your ass.

"Eyes up here," You sang, moving his hands away.

You shuddered softly as Miguel brought his face to your belly. You gently raised his chin, making eye contact with Miguel. He looked different. You weren't sure what it was, but it was starting to turn you on. This dancing was getting sexual.

Miguel's hands were groping you ass and stroking up to your stomach. You shuddered once more, moving his hands again. Miguel licked and kissed your stomach, making you shiver.

"Miguel," You muttered, gently moving him away.

Miguel inhaled deeply, as he moved away from you. As you kept dancing, Miguel kept his eyes on you. He got on his knees and knew that this was going to be hard for him. He was losing his control against you.

"Hey, (Y/N)" Miguel hummed to the tune. You turned towards him, sliding over,

"Yes, Miguel?"

"Could you call me your lover boy?" Miguel's smirk started to show as he sang to the song. You pressed your body against his chest,

"Yes, lover boy?"

Like instinct, Miguel grabbed your face and brought you in for a deep kiss. Neither one of you hesitating as your tongues started to battle each other. You crawled onto his lap, straddling him as Miguel won the battle of your tongues.

You moaned softly as Miguel kept his kisses against your neck while his hands kept wandering your body. You felt like you were on fire. Everything Miguel did was turning you on more and more. Gasping softly, you started to rub your hips against Miguel's crotch as he kissed your chest through your shirt.

"That's not in tune to the music," Miguel hummed.

With a bite, Miguel undid your button down shirt and bra with his teeth alone. You were surprised and honestly, impressed. Complying with his demand, you started to grind to the music as Miguel kissed and sucked your nipples.

"Hah, hey lover boy~" You hummed to the music. Miguel picked you up and laid your back against his desk,

"Yes?"

"You aren't going to fuck me to the rhythm are you? Because I don't think I can last that long," You chuckled. Miguel smirked to your response, his hands already working on your pants,

"Is that a challenge?"

You wanted to whine and complain, but Miguel had continued his kisses and grinds. Once he undid your pants, Miguel made sure to do the same to his. His dry humping getting a bit rougher and faster as he kept playing with your breasts.

You flung your head back from the friction, moaning in the process. Who would have known that your plan was going to work so well. Arching your back, you cried softly as you felt your growing orgasm. Miguel was rubbing you in just the right spot.

"Miguel~" You moaned out, trying to move your hips more.

Miguel grunted softly as he made quick work of your panties. He immediately stopped rubbing against you and brought his fingers to your swollen clit. His lips captured yours again as he rubbed against your sensitive bud, bringing you to your first orgasm of the night.

"Miguel, are you still here?" One of your coworkers knocked.

With haste, you dropped down under the desk while Miguel turned off your phone. He cleared his throat as your noisy coworker entered and simply dropped off more paperwork. Once he left, Miguel leaned back and groaned towards the sight of you.

"Maybe we should get back to work?" You said with a soft chuckle. Miguel glanced at his paperwork, then you,

"Hm, perhaps." With a smirk, Miguel placed the music once more, "You can still help me be my desk while we work."

"Desk?" You questioned. Miguel grabbed your hand and placed you on his lap, "Ohhhhhhhhh,"

"Let's see how long we can last staying in tune, hm?" Miguel hummed as he brought you in for a kiss while rubbing your clit once more. You pressed yourself against his chest,

"Not long."

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I hope you enjoyed this! I had to rewatch the scene from that movie a few times to try and understand the movements, haha.

@tojishugetiddies

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader #spiderman 2099 #miguel spiderman #atsv miguel #across the spiderverse #miguel x y/n #miguel x reader #miguel x you

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paperweight91 · 6 months

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The Other Side of Tomorrow - Part 1

Summary: Your boss takes a sudden interest in you at the news of your impending divorce. He’s just being nice though right?

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Warnings: talk of divorce, Lloyd being…Lloyd.

A/N: sooooo this happened. I’m pretty sure that I’m kind of in love with how this is going so far. 😈 please leave allll the feedback and reblogs are most welcome!

You stared at the piece of paper in front of you, not really listening to the conversations happening around you. This wasn’t the place to be doing this. Unfortunately, you had to get this back to your lawyer ASAP. So, here you were in the middle of the lunch room, signing your divorce and custody agreements.

People were bustling around you, laughing, gossiping. Unbothered by the solemn task you had in front of you. There was nothing to read through. You had talked this to death with your lawyer. And his lawyer. And your mother. God that had been a painful conversation. So why were you hesitating? Why couldn’t you just sign and be done with it?

You were so absorbed in your own head that you didn’t even notice when the atmosphere in the lunchroom changed. The others quietly whispering, rather than the loud conversations from before. You felt someone nudge your shoulder before they spoke, “What’s that?” Fuck. Not only had someone noticed you sitting in the middle of the lunchroom staring at your divorce papers, but it was also the CEO of the company. Lloyd Hansen.

You fumbled with the papers, signing them quickly and hiding them in the red folio the lawyer had given them to you in. “N-nothing Mr. Hansen. Just some paperwork I have to get to my lawyer.” To say you were mortified was an understatement. He clucked his tongue and held his hand out. When you just stared at it with a bewildered expression on your face he motioned toward the folio and snapped his fingers impatiently. When you still didn’t move he grabbed the folio from your hand huffing as he opened it.

“Sir that’s, it’s private. Please, give it back.” Tears had gathered in your eyes. Throughout the separation you had prided yourself on keeping up appearances at work. In fact, other than your immediate family and best friend no one knew about your separation and now divorce. No one at the office had even suspected anything, or so you thought.

Lloyd hummed as he looked through the papers quickly, his eyebrow quirked, and you knew he was up to something. Working for Hansen Government Services was great in terms of benefits and hours, but it was the worst to work for Lloyd. The man was all about appearances. From his perfectly kept hair to his shined shoes. The only thing that seemed out of place was the mustache on his clean kept face, but even that was neatly trimmed and maintained. Lloyd seemed to thrive on making everyone around him feel small. You were lucky that you were so low on the totem pole that he had never noticed you before.

To say the man was intimidating was an understatement. Lloyd’s face was blank as he handed you back the folio. You winced as you waited for him to make some joke at your expense. But it never came. The look he gave you as his hand brushed yours confused you. So much so that you didn’t even notice as his thumb stroked against the back of your hand. It hit you all at once. Pity. Lloyd Hansen pitied you. That was a new low.

“I’m sorry Mr. Hansen, I’ll go back to work now.” You sniffed and hung your head as you left the lunch room. You could hear the other staff members whispering. Fuck, this is not what you needed today.

Before you could make it to the door you heard Mr. Hansen call your name. You wiped at your eyes quickly before you turned. “Yes sir?”

“I need to see you in my office. Fifteen minutes.” With that he called one of your colleagues a douche and strutted out of the lunch room.

As soon as he was gone the murmurs began again. The lunchroom suddenly filled with sound from every one still in there. You could feel their eyes on you. Probably judging you. You glared at the few that dared look at you then stomped out of the lunchroom to your desk. Deciding you should check your appearance before your impromptu meeting with Mr. Hansen.

You rushed into the ladies room and saw a couple of the girls from your department. Nothing new. They still hated you. God you hated this place. Not one person was nice, everyone was out to step on each other. Meanwhile you just wanted to do your job, get your pay check and go home. You fixed your makeup in the mirror realizing there wasn’t much you could do about the red rimming your eyes. It would have to do.

You could feel the dread bubbling up in you as you walked to his office. Could feel the eyes of your coworkers as you got closer. Checking your watch you saw you were right on time. You raised your hand and knocked on Lloyd’s door and waited for his answering “Come in” before entering.

He gestured for you to enter and you snapped the door shut behind you. You’d never been in his office before. You liked keeping to yourself. Keeping your head down. Now you had drawn the attention of a shark, and you were terrified.

“Sit.” It wasn’t a request. It was a demand. His eyes never left the computer screen on his desk. You tip toed to the nearest chair and stiffly sat down. It was the most uncomfortable and ugly chair you had ever sat in. But you weren’t about to tell Mr. Hansen that.

“I’m sorry for what happened in the lunchroom sir. I can assure you it won’t happen again.” You looked down at your hands clasped on your lap. Hopefully that was all he called you in for and he would let you leave so you could wallow in your workday.

“Huh?” He still hadn’t looked at you, and it seemed like he wasn’t even paying attention to you. Why were you even here?

“Uh, I can go sir if you’re busy.” At that his eyes snapped over to you. You could feel him take in your appearance from head to toe. It was like he was undressing you.

“You Sourpuss, aren’t going anywhere.” You flinched at the nickname, but didn’t comment. As you raised your eyes to his you saw that look on his face again, only switching to mirth quickly at your flinch. Pity again. How you hated the way people who knew looked at you now. It was almost enough to make you lose your cool. But you choked down your ire and sat looking at Lloyd.

“Is there a reason you wanted to see me, Sir?” Luckily your tone came out inquisitive, rather than accusatory. You knew why Lloyd normally brought women into his office. He wasn’t shy about it.

Usually they were screaming so loud you could hear them at your desk at the other side of the office, with noise canceling headphones on. They usually quit or were fired within days of being ‘called into Mr. Hansen’s office.’ You never thought you would be ever receiving attention from Mr. Hansen.

“Excellent question: Why. Did. I. Call. You. In. Here.” His eyes were dancing with mirth now, the blue more green as his enjoyment of your misery increased. You sat shocked for a moment before you realized he was actually asking you.

“Umm, I’m really not sure Sir. I-I know you saw my divorce papers and um, and you know, all that. And again I’m sorry for bringing that into the office. My lawyer said I had to get them back before 5, and they’re all the way across town so...” Oh god there was the word vomit. Why were you like this?

Lloyd snorted eyes darting back to his computer screen momentarily as he held a finger up towards you. The longer you sat here the more you hated this man. At the rate he was going you’d wind up working late to make up for this “meeting” of his.

He sighed as he turned back to you after typing out something quickly on his computer. “Fine, take all the fun out of it, why don’t you.” He rested his elbows on his desk, tenting his fingers in front of his face. He was assessing you. “You are the data analyst who is most useful to me right now.” He paused, likely to let you soak in his praise, what an ass. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat and opened your mouth to respond, before he held his finger up to you again. “You had your chance Sourpuss, now it's mine.” You flinched again at the nickname, his eyes were sparkling now. “We are being sent on an OP in Oslo. I’m going to need someone on site to mine the data. I want it to be you. Think you can get your brat squared away long enough to get our jobs done?”

To say you were shocked was an understatement. Mr. Hansen wanted you to go on an OP? Thinking quickly on your feet, you knew this was an opportunity you couldn’t pass up. “I-um-Of course Mr. Hansen. I will just need to know the date of departure and how long we’re expected to be out of the country. But, um, Sir, I’ve uh, I’ve never done field work before. I’ve only ever been remote from head office.”

Lloyd snorted at your eager reply, “Obviously, Sourpuss. I’ll have my assistant send you over the details after our meeting is over. Now what do we say?” He was smirking as he asked his question. With the look on his face you knew the wrong answer would land you in a heap of trouble.

You twisted your fingers and kept your eyes on your lap, “Th-Thank you sir. This is an amazing opportunity, and I really appreciate it. Can I let you know for sure tomorrow once I’ve had time to talk to my hus- I mean ex-husband?”

Lloyd hummed at your response. “Not quite what I was going for Sourpuss, but it’ll do for now.” You dared to glance up at his expression. You weren’t quite sure what to make of it, of him. This was the most conversation you had had with the man since working for him for 6 years.

As you got up to leave his office he slid a card across his desk towards you. “Before you send those papers to your lawyer, give him a call. Tell him I sent you. He’ll get you a better deal, I promise.” Lloyd winked at you before returning to his computer.

You took it as the dismissal it was, and promptly left his office. You were shaken by the bizarre meeting with your boss. You knew the man was awful, you didn’t realize he was unhinged as well. When you got back to your desk you finally looked at the card in your hand. Andrew Barber. It couldn’t hurt to call right?

Glancing around to make sure everyone either had their earbuds or headphones on you quickly dialed the number. “Barber, Grant and Mills, how can I help you?”

Oh god she was just as perky as the blonde that worked at your lawyers office. “Hi uh yes, my boss um Lloyd Hansen gave me Mr. Barbers card and said that he could help me with my uh…my divorce and custody papers. Is there any chance I could speak with him today?”

You hated what the divorce had done to you. You never used to be like this, stuttering, sad, pathetic. You always took charge and were the go-to person in the office and at home. Now, you could barely answer the phone without becoming a stumbling mess.

“Hmmm well Mr. Barber has a pretty packed schedule today, let me put you on a quick hold, okay gun?” Ew did she just call you hun? You had to pull yourself together. This was no way to carry on.

Just as you were debating hanging up the phone a deep baritone picked up on the other side. “Andy Barber speaking.”

You couldn’t believe it, your mouth opened and closed a few times before you were able to get words out. “Mr Barber! Thank you so much for taking my call, I apologize for requesting a call so urgently, but I uh, well I just heard about you today.”

There was a chuckle on the other end of the line, “Please, call me Andy. Now let’s start from the beginning, I know Lloyd gave you my number. Why don’t you start with your name?”

You could slap yourself, actually you did slap yourself. You quickly gave your name. “I’m sorry Mr.” At his hum you quickly changed to his first name, “Andy. I’m sorry, this whole divorce has just taken a toll on me.”

“It’s not uncommon for that to happen. Lloyd said you have divorce and custody agreements from your lawyer that you need to sign today?” You gave a quick yes. “It’s tight but email me over the agreements, and I’ll have a quick look. If there’s anything I can do, I’ll call you back right away.”

Shocked. That was the only word for it. “Thank you so much Andy, I’m sending everything over now!” You heard his light chuckle at your excitement. “I hate to ask after you’ve made this amazing offer, but could you give me an estimate for how much this would cost all together? Don’t worry I can pay for this consultation, just want to know if I’m eating sandwiches or ramen this week.” You laughed at your own joke and Andy laughed through the phone.

“Not to worry, I’m on retainer with Lloyd and I owe him a favour.”

Wait, what? Just more weird on top of an already bizarre day.

“Thank you, Andy. Truly. You should be receiving the documents in the next 10 minutes.” You walked over to the copy room as you wrapped up the call with Andy. He seemed pleasant for a lawyer, at least more pleasant than your own lawyer.

“No worries at all, I’ll call you soon.” With that the line went dead. You quickly scanned both agreements, and emailed them to yourself. You forwarded the email to your personal email in case Andy decided to hit reply instead of calling. You carefully copied Andy’s email into the to: field and hit send before you could second guess yourself.

As you heard the swoosh of the email sent you felt a new lightness to yourself. Like a weight you didn’t know you’d been carrying was, maybe not lifted but definitely lighter.

You quickly jumped back into your current assignment, not wanting to mess up when Mr. Hansen had been so weirdly kind in one day. You were so absorbed in your data tracking that you almost didn’t notice as your cell phone started vibrating. Recognizing the number as Andy’s you immediately picked up.

“Andy, I didn’t expect you to call right away. Thank you for calling me back so quickly.” You’re definitely gushing, so not cute.

He chuckled before responding, “It's not a problem at all. I took a look at the paperwork, and I’m not gonna sugar coat it, he’s trying to pull one over on you. If you’re okay with it, I’m going to respond today with new demands. I know this has been a drawn out process for you so I’ll make it as quick and easy as I can.”

Were you shocked that your ex was trying to get away with something in the divorce? Not entirely, but did you really want to fight him anymore? That you weren’t sure of.

“Andy, that all sounds good, but I don’t know. It’s taken us so long to get to this point. I just want it to be over.” You could feel the tears and exhaustion coming. The same way you always felt when you got a call from your lawyer. You looked up to see if there was a place for some privacy, deciding the stairwell was your best option you farted over as quickly as you could.

“What if I can guarantee to have him sign by the end of the day tomorrow?” Andy’s response shocked you.

“How is that possible? I’m sure you’re good, but I don’t think you’ve met my ex.” You started to wring your hands as you paced along the edge of the stairwell.

“You leave that to me, I promise we’ll get you sorted. I’m emailing you the revised ask for both custody and the divorce now, as soon as you approve I will contact his lawyer.” Andy’s tone was all business. Your phone pinged with the arrival of the new email and your eyes widened as you took in the lists. Everything was exactly what you had initially asked for with your last lawyer who told you it would never happen after one meeting with your ex.

Before you could stop yourself you were responding to Andy. “Yes, please. If you can get me all of this, you’ll be my new hero.” Your tone was flat, but Andy still chuckled at your words.

“Alright, you sit tight and I’ll call you tomorrow with an update. If all goes to plan I’ll have the papers couriered to your office to sign. Take care.”

You nearly skipped on your way to the break room deciding to reward yourself with some coffee and a day old donut. What you didn’t expect was to find Lloyd there.

“Mr. Hansen! Thank you! Andy thinks he can get me everything my last lawyer said wasn’t possible. I can’t believe it! Thank you so much for this you have no idea how much I appreciate it.” Normally you’d hug someone who had done you a favour like this. There was no way you were going to hug your boss.

He grinned like a Cheshire Cat. “No problem at all Sourpuss. You come in here looking for a pick me up after the good news? I can help with that.” He winked.

Was Lloyd hitting on you? There was no way. “Just coffee and something sweet sir.” You averted your gaze as you grabbed the carafe and filled one of the company mugs. You fixed it quickly and turned to find Lloyd right in your personal space.

“Check your email for the assignment info. If you’re still good I’ll need a response by tomorrow, no later. You got it Sourpuss?” He reached up and tucked your hair behind your ear.

Now that you were closer, you realized how good looking he truly was. When he wasn’t making fun of someone or being an ass in general. He had sharp features, but they didn’t seem harsh. Now that you were closer you also noticed that his mustache almost suited him, almost.

“Yes, sir of course.” He nodded at your response and it was only then that you noticed his hand was still in your hair. It seemed to occur to him at the same time as he quickly yanked his hand back, with a shocked look on his face. He did a quick about face and was marching off towards his office.

You shrugged off the weirdness and celebrated your tiny victory with a coffee and a well earned day old donut while you finished up your work for the day.

#chris evans #lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #the gray man #the other side of tomorrow #reader insert

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forgetminot · 10 months

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Can i request leon with s/o that likes to pamper him after a long day at work? Yk like giving a bunch of cuddles and kisses, a warm bath, home made food and all that<3

Bubble Bath

✿ Leon Kennedy x gn reader ✿

Warnings : Bubbles? Bubbles. Sooooo much fluff, sharing a bath, Leon staring.

Author's Note : I'm sorry it took me so long to get around to writing this! Enjoy 💙

Summary : You keep Leon company after a long day at work.

You glide your hands through the hot running water, turning both taps off when you feel that the bathtub is full enough. You hum quietly to yourself as you dry your hands on the small grey towel hung up on the back of the bathroom door and shout for Leon.

He grins widely as he enters the bathroom, taking in the sea scented candles and bubbles that are practically overflowing from the tub. "Are you joining me?" He questions as he pulls his shirt over his head.

"If you'd like me too?" He nods, removing the rest of his clothing before taking a few slow steps towards you and resting his calloused hands against your hips.

"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want you too." He lifts the bottom of your shirt slightly and you raise your arms for him to remove it. "Are the candles new?"

"Mhm, I bought them a few days ago." You smile, cheeks tinted pink as you step out of your pyjama shorts.

"I like them, they smell nice."

"Just nice?" You joke, taking off the remaining clothes on your body as Leon leans back.

"Beautiful."

"Are we still talking about candles?" You giggle faintly as he takes your hand in his, pulling you into the warm water; you sit between his legs, resting your back against his firm chest as he wraps his arms around your waist tightly. "How was work?" You ask, bringing your hand up from the water and blowing the bubbles softly.

"Paperwork." He chuckles, breath fanning against your cheek.

"I could see the second you walked through the door it was something like that." You say, turning slightly so that your side was now pressed up against Leon. "You should book some days off..." You suggest quietly.

"I'll see what I can do." He responds, placing a loving kiss to your temple. "I can't promise anything, everything is so chaotic right now and-"

"Don't worry, Lee, I understand." He smiles thankfully, watching as you continue to play with the multitude of bubbles.

"Don't you think you went a bit overboard with the bubbles?" He teases.

"You can run your own bath next time if you're going to complain." You laugh, throwing some towards his face.

"I'm not complaining!" He smiles, picking up a handful and dumping them on top of your head.

"How do I look?" You beam.

"Hmm." He takes another handful of bubbles, this time placing them on your chin. "Now we match." He jokes, pulling you closely towards him and connecting his lips with yours.

"Perfect." You mumble against his lips, smiling sweetly as you pull back.

"You know- I'm really fancying some more of that curry you made the other week..." He says cheekily.

"Okay, Okay." You giggle as you step up and out of the bath. "I'll cook for you, If you clean up this mess." You motion to the bathroom floor.

"I told you that you used too many bubbles."

"You can never use too many bubbles, Leon."

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irradiatedsnakes · 2 months

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btw in the tmagp launch celebratory stream alice's voice actor said her favorite scene that'd been recorded by that point was "alice and sam go to a place". so i suppose we'll be getting that next week :]

other notes. this statement (hey! actually a statement this time! what the fuck) was SOOOOO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD

the cursed dice angle is so good, the way the statement giver took on that role (roll), played the part, UGH it's so fun. the theme of choice that was brought up is also so good- just. ONE more roll for old time's sake :) especially given that this is a TMI statement and how HUGE IMPORTANT of a theme choice and free will were in tma, felt very fitting. fantastic, loved that.

continuing on my stuff about the entities in tmagp- once again some things here feel very on the nose, particularly the statement giver literally calling himself a mysterious stranger. this feels like a fun little red herring to me, for people a bit hung up on the entities stuff. that's how i interpreted it, anyways. i wanna know more about this world so fucking bad, dude.

also, the institute's in manchester in tmagp, not chelsea/london. which means no milbank prison, no panopticon. interesting. (though soemthing that was known from the arg already- i really need to deep dive on that. tomorrow, maybe.) statement taking and artifact storage are still a thing, evidently, but noting that there's no mention of an archivist or anything like that. and the subject/agent/catalyst stuff, that's Very interesting.

once again, chester bringing up a magnus-related statement, here in obvious reply to what sam was talking about- just when he was considering to celia about dropping his investigations- clearly (imo) to goad him into not leaving it behind. excellent. and fun given the first TMI-related incident with redcanary had the obvious conclusion of THE MAGNUS INSTITUTE IS WEIRD AND DANGEROUS while also having enough mystery to draw sam in further. sam's seen the canary die in the coalmine and has made the decision to keep digging and that's fantastic.

now! characters! sam's paperwork :) VERY intriguing that he's getting all this stuff and celia's got none of it- he said it was due to that box about the response department, but i've got my doubts about that being the reason he's being saddled with all this weird stuff. also the questions on the thing made me laugh, very good. sam and celia have such good interactions, i love how they bounce off each other. also, with regards to the paperwork- i think there's a connection to be made about the statement giver's continued rolling of the dice (it always felt like my choice.) and sam filling out all this creepy, utterly pointless paperwork to "refuse to give it the satisfaction of giving up".

GWEN AND LENA. nigel dickerson, you know, from tv? possibly. i don't watch television. i do hope we'll be seeing exactly what gwen is being told to do next episode.. delivering something, keeping calm, recording the detailed reactions to what's being delivered. maybe we'll get a bit more of a clue as to what the oair is actually for. i do like that gwen's not become one bit less indignant, skeptical, and disrespectful towards lena now that she's got this job. i'm very excited to see her on her fist job she's gonna suck at it i think

i'll admit i was a little surprised to see teddy again. i was worried for a sec he might be going in the direction of getting dragged back to the oair, but nah. not yet, at least :) and ALICE. ALIIIIICE auaaaaagh!!! i don't know if i have much to say baout this part that isn't just (shaking a plushie in my mouth like a dog). very neat that she has agreed to help sam investigate this and actually go to the institute when she's been so staunchly don't get caught up in the creepy stuff! leave the magnus institute stuff ALONE you don't want to get into this spooky shit! like.. she does not want to get involved with spooky shit and she doesn't want sam to get involved with spooky shit but she cares about him and their friendship a lot and this is obviously important to him. so. (plus, the thing about alice's brother having been at the institute alongside sam and gerry..) i like them both so much. i am so excited for next weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek

#tmagp #tmagp spoilers

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temporaryrose200 · 1 year

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Hello sweetie! How are you? Firstly, let me tell you that your blog aesthetic is simply ✨awesome✨

I'd like to request headcannons/oneshot (whatever you prefer) with William J. Moriarty, having a relaxing bath with his fem! s/o.

Thank you very much, have a good day

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✩Lavender✩

✟pairing: William James Moriarty x Fem Reader

✟genre: Fluff

✟warning: No use of Y/N, Not proof read

✟One-Short

✟fandom: Moriarty The Patriot

✟a/n:Hello I’m doing really good and thank you! I really love Renaissance paintings and just aesthetically pleasing blogs:) Anyway sorry, this took sooooo long. I’ve just had no will to write things much for the past few months. This request tho was really fun to write after months of writer’s block. Hope you enjoy<3

Hearing the door creek open, William looked up from his paperwork, watching as he saw your head peek out from behind the wooden door. Upon entering William’s office, you strolled over to where your husband sat. “And what can I do for my lovely wife?” your husband questioned with one of his charming smiles that would make any woman swoon over him.

William had been very busy these past few weeks, from going to social events, working at the university, and his other job…So after growing tired of waiting for your husband to finally be available, you took matters into your own hands.

Placing both your hands upon William’s shoulders you began slowly massaging. Feeling how tense the man in front of you was, a pout makes its way on your face. “My dear, you’re so tense” you gasped, placing a hand over your ‘frown’. “Why don’t you take a break?”

Gazing down at the unfinished paperwork, William thought for a moment. It couldn’t be so bad taking a small break and anyway, how could he say no to his darling Wife? Not when you’re staring at him with your doe eyes. “I suppose I could take a small break,” William muttered but it was loud enough for you to hear it. Joy overtook your body and you couldn’t help but let out a squeal of excitement.

Wrapping an arm around your husband’s neck, you couldn’t help but pepper kisses on his cheek. William sat there with a pleasant smile, marvelling at the affection. Moving towards the blonde man’s ear, he could feel the outline of a smirk against his skin. “How about we have a bath” you suggested.

With a raised eyebrow William turned to you, a viable smile making its way on his lips. “We?” Your husband repeated, seeing if he heard what you said was right. Once William saw you nod to his question he stood up from his comfy leather chair. “Well then” William started, clapping his hands together, your husband giving you one of his closed eye smiles. “Lead the way my dear.” You didn’t need to be told twice, grabbing William’s arm, you lead the man down the corridors of the manor towards the bathroom, that you had set up only 5 minutes ago.

Opening the door, William was met with the relaxing scent of lavender. Feeling the stress of the day being washed away and replaced with tranquility. Scented candles flickered in the corners of the room and scarlet rose floated in the warm watered tub. Guiding William into the bathroom, shutting the door while doing so, you strolled over to a bucket. Hearing the sound of rattling of ice, William knew exactly what was going to be inside the mystery bucket. Spinning around to face your husband, you held two empty wine glasses and the bucket with an wine bottle sticking out. Picking up the bottle, William began observing it. “45 year old red wine, good choice my dear” he smiled, handing you back the wine.

It was finally time to get undressed and unwind in the sweet scented bath.

#moriarty the patriot #yuukuko no moriarty #moriarty the patriot x reader #yuukuko no moriarty x reader #william moriarty x reader #x reader #x reader imagines #imagines #william james moriarty #william moriarty #william james moriarty x reader #fanfic #⚰️

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cloudraker · 2 years

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Hello :) I saw that requests are open so may I have romantic headcanons TFP Ratchet, Optimus prime, Arcee, Bumblebee, and Ultra Magnus with a female human s/o who is extremely intelligent, 'cause they work in the military as a mission coordinator who carefully plans ideas and strategies towards enemies, and sometimes when the kids have homework and they have a certain misunderstanding in a certain lesson, they ask s/o to help them with it and s/o is more than happy to help. (Hope this wasn't too detailed lol)

No worries, this isn't too detailed at all! The more the better tbh, gives me more to work with :D

Ratchet, Optimus, Arcee, Bumblebee, and Ultra Magnus with a military S/o

Under the cut :)

Ratchet

Swears up and down you're a gift from whatever god is out there listening

He admires your work ethic; while most of the bots (and humans) he works with are usually pretty good about doing what they need to do on time, it's always nice to have somebody on top of things around

Your personality was what drew him in. He's old and he's tired and having somebody that wasn't seconds away from Starting Yet Another Incident was honestly the best way to get in his good books

Though he spends most of his time at base, he's still got plenty to do and can't always help the kids with any homework they have. The first time he caught you helping them was after he had already shooed them off himself, having too much work to do to be of any actual use. Knowing that you were there when he couldn't be was a small comfort that he'd be a bit embarrassed to admit

Ever the hypocrite, he'll chastise you if he thinks you're overworking yourself. Take the opportunity to rope him into resting as well, he needs it more than he probably knows

Optimus

Like Ratchet, he thinks your work ethic is admirable. As a former archivist, he's picked up some of his own tips and habits for staying on task for longer period of time, and is happy to share them with you

Your willingness to step in and help the children with their homework never fails to make him feel warm inside. To see such a simple act of kindness shouldn't make him so sentimental, but being at war for so long he's had to learn to enjoy the little things

Does his best to take any ideas you have regarding missions into consideration; he values your input greatly and makes it known as often as he can

Depending on if you do field work or not, he might offer (insist) on accompanying you to do your work. It’s a way for the two of you to spend time together as well as be productive

Arcee

Girlbosses at work

As somebody who’s dedicated to the cause, she absolutely understands where you’re coming from. She’s probably one of the most understanding when work things come up and you’re not able to spend as much time together as you’d like

Like Optimus, she might insist on joining you when you’re doing field work, or she might invite you along when she does patrols

You helping with the kids is something that she takes seriously. Jack is her partner, and she wants what’s best for him. Even when she can’t be there or she doesn’t know enough about a particular subject to be much help with school work, she’s relieved he has you to fall back on

As both a fighter and a scout, she picks up quite a bit of intel when she’s out and about. While she doesn’t report directly to you, she does end up giving you a secondary report if the one you get from your superiors doesn’t have all the information

Is adamant on teaching you some form of hand to hand combat; she knows you’re a military operative and you can handle yourself, but she still worries

Bumblebee

Honestly isn’t a huge fan of the amount of paperwork you have to do. He knows it’s necessary, but there’s just sooooo much

Like Arcee, he’s both a scout and a fighter and he also picks up a lot of intel. When making reports or filling in the others in what’s happened, he tries to wait until you’re in the room so you can hear it first hand as well

I feel like he didn’t have a lot of time to get a proper education back in Cybertron (or at least as much as he’d have liked), and isn’t the greatest help when it comes to homework. He really enjoys listening in when you’re helping the kids though! He’s curious and enjoys learning, and the fact that it’s you doing the teaching makes it all the better

Because of how much you know, it’s not uncommon for him to ask questions about seemingly random topics. It could be about something he saw on tv or something he heard somebody else talking about and he is absolutely not using it as an excuse to hear you talk, whatever do you mean?

Might try and recommend you some strategy games that the two of you can play together, seeing it as both a way for you to play together and stay sharp

Ultra Magnus

Power couple if there ever was one

Work ethic is something he views as incredibly important, and when you prove yourself over and over again by being punctual and doing good work, he might as well be head over heels

Admittedly, the idea of being in a relationship during wartime (with an organic, no less) isn’t an idea he ever entertained. However, sometimes exceptions can be made in the form of somebody who understand the importance of getting their reports in on time

As a commander, he’s almost always present when briefings and planning meetings are happening. He’s not afraid to point out any flaws he sees in your plans, and appreciates that you take the criticism in stride and into consideration for next time

Reports sometimes get sent to the both of you depending on the nature of them, and he’s not above reading them with you and considering it a date

The fact that you’re able to juggle your responsibilities as a coordinator and still have time to properly help others with their own work is just the cherry on top

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epiclamer · 2 years

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Hey just wondering if you could do something where Villian (or Hero) is flirting with Hero (or Villian) until they are extremely flustered to the point they can't comprehend anything :) All good if you can't👍 Thankyou:)

I WANTED TO WRITE A TRAPS SNIPPET SOOOOO-

(No reposts but reblogs appreciated <3)

Trapped

Hero didn’t like the odds of the situation they were currently trapped in. Literally. Here they were, hanging in the air, tangled in a net, in the middle of Villains base.

Resources? None. Help? None. Backup? None. Hope? None. Pure, raw fear? Lots.

Villain was well-known and feared by the city itself. They didn’t waste time in getting the information they wanted or needed and held a reputation as a cruel torturer; nobody that went in, came out. Villain was a cold-hearted murderer, with no respect or mind for others as they went about their crimes and shenanigans. The last thing any hero wanted was to be assigned a post with Villain, it was practically suicide.

However, Hero was tired of living in fear, they were tired of cowering and hiding from their assigned nemesis. They had been trailing Villain for the past month and everything had been going just fine until three minutes ago when Hero had practically dug themselves a grave.

They had gotten too cocky and now they were going to pay for it.

“Well, well, well… If it isn’t my favourite nemesis yet.” The voice sent cold chills running down Hero’s spine, making them freeze from their wriggling escape and still out of pure terror. “You know, I was waiting for you to get caught. You’re the only one to have made it this far and the bravest to ever even consider setting foot in my territory. I’m impressed.”

Villain stood just a few feet away from the dangling hero, watching them intently with clever eyes and a knowing smirk, almost as if they could hear Hero’s heart beating out of their chest and the sweat collecting along their spine. Hero didn’t dare move a muscle, afraid it would get them killed, but Villain seemed almost lax at the sight of the intruder in their home base.

“Darling, if we’re going to have a conversation you need to talk, hm? Or have you lost your words along with your head?” The casualness with how the Villain flirted was so incredibly charming, Hero could hear their heart skip a beat as blush rose to their cheeks.

“I-I uhm… H-how did you know I would be here?” Hero wasn’t fooling anyone with their shaking voice and sweaty palms, but Villain seemed to find their fear adorning as they smiled.

“I’ve been watching you for the past month, lovely. You’re quite the talented little hero, it’s too bad that a trap as simple as this one would be your fate, hm?” Making the hero squirm and turn a ghostly white seemed to only amuse the villain. “Maybe if you have something more… interesting to offer I could let you off the hook just this once…”

Hero’s face went from a sickly pale green to a tomato red unusually fast and Villain couldn’t help but chuckle at the display. They stepped forward towards the net, Hero’s face just a few inches above Villains as they stepped close enough to feel the others hot breath fanning against their ear.

“Oh Hero, you and I both know that ever since you’ve been assigned as my new nemesis, you’ve been enjoying the position a little too much, hm?” Villain raised one hand and Hero flinched back, trying to create as much room between the two of them as possible.

“W-wait- please-” But before Hero could get another word out Villain had grabbed hold of the netting and yanked it down so the two were face to face. Locking eyes with their nemesis as they leaned forward until the net was the only thing keeping the pair apart.

Villains smell was intoxicating and their close proximity drove Hero wild, they just wanted to press their bodies together and forget about everything else. No more task force, no more heroism or paperwork. Just the villain and just the hero, together.

It was true that Hero had been studying a little bit too intently on the villain and their suit, but they couldn’t help themselves. Villain was ravishing and all of Hero’s senses were zeroed in on their primal instincts of need. They needed the villain and they needed them now. That’s what had pushed them to try and pull off such a risky task in the first place, driven by greed and lust to try and even just get another taste of what Villain had to offer.

“I know what you want little hero, but I promise you won’t be able to do so much as think tomorrow besides dwell on how good my touch felt against your skin.”

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skyss-personal-hell · 9 months

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Biting their cheeks lmao. That's it. That's the whole thought (Take this as you will)

YES! Idk if u want this as hcs or a fic/imagine sooooo i’m doing hcs and a tiny crumb of fic. ALSO BROSKIS I HAVE NO IDEAS💔💔💔 PLS SEND SOME IN MY MIND IS A WINDTUNNEL (don’t ask how many times it took to try and spell that😭) idk if it’s just me or nah but i bite people to show affection so that’s how i’m using this. Literally went to a friends house and bit their shoulder so now they’re buying me a chewable thingy💀

Since I didn’t say any characters uhhhh fuck it I’ll pick some randos.

Jouno (like always bc i have an obsession w this man)

• Would be so confused

• Like wtf did u do to him

• Would probs be a bitch to u about it like “wtf was that for you idiot”

• You’d have to be like “I’m showing u affection” even then he’d still think ur weird asf

• if he’s feeling playful and having a good day he’d bite back

• the first time you do this he just turns to ur direction (i wanted to say he just stares but uh…………… he’s kinda blind sooooo idk how to word this) and stands there very confused and slightly concerned.

“What the hell was that?”

“I bit you.”

“Well no shit, but why?”

“Because why not…?”

He sighs and and face palms.

(PLS HES SO DONE)

Dazai

• Would bite back (probably harder)

• Like u just nip at him and he goes chomp

• high key funny asf

• Acts like nothing happened after he FEROCIOUSLY BIT U😡

• First time you did this he thought you were gonna give him a kiss on the cheek lmaooo

• He went from smiling to confusion to smug and bit u back

• He’s basically playing russian roulette after this and trying to guess whether you’ll bite him or give him a lil kith (i like saying that word lol)

You lean in close to his cheek, Dazai was expecting your lips on his cheep but then suddenly…

“Did you just bite me?”

Your smirk says everything. Then he bites your cheek and smiles.

“I can bite too dear.”

Ranpo (never written for him sorry if it’s bad😭 i had a random bsd wheel decide who all to be here)

• He bites you first one day bc why not and now you both just randomly bite each other

•This man will literally get off his seat to grab more candy, see you on the way, and just nibble on u before going to his snacks.

• He knew you were going to bite him bro knows everything. He knew there was a s l i g h t chance you’d give him a peck on the cheek but it was more than likely you’d just go “nom” and bite him

• Biting becomes your love language. (me fr)

You walk up to your victim boyfriend and bite his cheek. Ranpo huffs out and starts to plan his next attack.

When you’re sitting down enjoying lunch he comes up behind you and…

BITES YOU ON THE SHOULDER!

“Nom.”

Yosano (once again ty to the random generator✨✨)

• Would sigh and call you childish probs pat ur head too

• Tells you about how humans have the most absolutely nasty mouths and so it’s unsanitary

• Eventually decides “fuck it” and bites back

• Only harder.

“Sweetheart I know you think it’s cute but human bites are some of the most dangerous bites. The infection rate is very high.”

You pour at her and she sighs

“You’re so childish.”

Yosano pats your head and walks away.

Later that day you’re filling out important paperwork when Yosano sneaks up behind you and bites you.

She then snickers before speaking.

“I can see the appeal now.”

RAAAA IM SORRY FOR NOT POSTING MUCH I HAD MENTAL ISSUES LMAOOOO BUT IM CHILL NOW! Anyways I love biting people it’s so fun, I’ve bitten practically everyone around me because it just like feels loving to me. Also I don’t think I’ve mentioned this here but I LOVE YOSANO AND KOUYOU AND JUST LIKE ALL THE ADULT GIRLS IN BSD😛 I LOVE WOMEN🔥🔥 And I also love Kajii sm he’s my pookie smookie cherry barf koolaid kitten queef king💜

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