#v3 imagines

[floorbe]

"Mornings Apart" [Korekiyo Shinguji x Fem!Reader]

**Commission for @jesseapples !**

Summary: Korekiyo has been off in the field researching for the past few weeks. You two make it a habit to call frequently, but it's hard not to miss each other more... intimately, as well.

Warning(s): none really?? mutual "mowing the grass", phone s/x, dirty talk

A/N: Hope you enjoy!! I've missed writing my fav v3 lad lol

Word count: ~1.9k

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The sharp, familiar chime of your phone rang out from its place on your bed. You quickly abandoned your night routine, rushing out of the bathroom and towards the ringing. Your cheeks were still speckled with drops of water from the shower, eyelashes clumped together and glimmering in the dim lighting of your room. You were, thankfully, already dressed, though the cold droplets still ran down your neck and soaked into the neck of the fabric. 

“Shit, shit–!” you cursed softly as you nearly tripped over a stray shoe, whirling away from the hazard to hastily stumble towards your bed. You hastily wiped the palms of your hands against your bottoms to dry your hands, snatching the phone from your bed. You were sure your face lit up at the familiar picture of Korekiyo on the screen, a swell of excitement forming in your chest. 

“Kore?” you called his name hesitantly as the camera connected, still loading. 

“Ah, there you are, dear,” his smooth voice flowed through the phone as his camera finally connected, revealing his rumpled morning hair and drooping eyelids from his recent sleep. You grinned at the sight, taking in the rarer sight of him disheveled before his voice sounded again, “Just out of the shower, I presume?” 

Just as you processed his words, another cool drop of water slipped from your cheek down your neck. You laughed a bit, running a hand through your hair as you responded, “Oh! Yeah, you caught me mid night routine.” 

“Ah, apologies, love; however, if I may, you look… divine right now,” his voice dropped easily into a low purr, his head tilting as his gaze trailed over your features appreciatively. 

The compliment sent a rush of heat through your form and you could feel warmth already filling your cheeks. You bit your lip with a chuckle, waving him off with a flustered grin, “Oh my God, stop–” 

“And miss seeing you so flustered? Never, dear,” he retorted easily. You could almost hear the smug look on his face as he watched you, trailing a hand through his hair, “Mm, speaking of…”

You paused, humming curiously as you turned your attention back to the screen. His camera had shifted slightly, the rustling of fabric muffling his microphone. He was wearing a thin pajama shirt, hair still ruffled from his sleep moments ago. You tilted your head as you heard his smooth chuckle over the receiver. 

“You see, dear, I have a bit of a… problem,” he purred, eyelids drooping invitingly as the camera tilted down slightly. You barely saw the tip of the tent in his pants before he moved the camera back up to his face with a fake gasp, eyes widened in mock embarrassment. “Oh my! I sincerely apologize, my love… your beauty entrances me, love. It’s difficult to… control myself,” his voice trailed into a lower tone, inspecting your expression as he spoke. 

Your jaw dropped open as you processed what you’d just seen, eyes widening as heat inflamed your cheeks. “Wh– K-Kore–” you sputtered, covering your face with your hands as he chuckled.

“Forgive me, dearest, truly… I simply can’t help myself when you answer looking as delectable as you do,” he sighed innocently, head tilted, “...Especially after the dream that plagued me last night.” 

You paused, fingers slipping down your cheeks to peek at the screen, “...Dream?”

The brief crinkle of his eyes showed satisfaction at you taking the bait, and he sighed innocently once more before resting his cheek on his palm. “Oh, yes. The most wonderful dream, Y/N,” he murmured, “Are you intrigued?”

You bit your lip beneath your palms, feeling your chest tighten at the glint in his eyes. A familiar heat had already started to throb in your core, making you shift slightly to ease the persistent beat. Your words caught in your throat, torn between sputtering in a flustered manner and actually answering his question. Apparently you’d taken too long, for he cleared his throat gently to grab your attention once more.

When your gaze flicked back to him, his expression (or what you could see of it) was considerably softer, eyebrows pulling up to brighten his expression, “Have I overstepped? I apologize–”

“No!” you cut him off, watching as his eyebrows twitched up in surprise before you continued, “Um– I–... tell me.” You averted your gaze briefly, chewing on the inside of your lip. 

His expression changed immediately, mask stretching with the grin hidden behind the fabric as he chuckled, “Very well, then. Mm… where to start?” He tapped his chin with his finger in mock thought, “Ah, yes… Well, my love, I believe it began when I walked into your room and you were beautifully wrapped in the deepest red silk, wound carefully around your wrists, your ankles, your gorgeous breasts...” 

You swallowed hard, heart racing as his melodic voice slowly painted a picture for you. He trailed off once he saw your expression, eyes crinkling in amusement as you encouraged him onward, “...And then?” 

“And then,” he continued, lowering the camera ever-so-slightly to allow you a glimpse at the straining tent in his pants once more, “I began to unwrap you, of course. How could I not, with the obvious care you put into my present? Though, quite unfortunately, love, the dream ended there… Such a shame, hm?” He sighed dramatically, though you saw the twitch of his smirk beneath his mask, “I was left yearning for you with no reprieve.” 

“I could help you with that,” you offered in a sudden boost of confidence, swallowing hard as you let your hands drop to your lap, “If you– if you want?” You continued after a moment, wincing at the slight quiver in your voice, heart pounding in your ears. 

“Oh, love,” he cooed, expression lighting up, “You truly are too sweet to me. Yes, I would adore your help.” 

You paused briefly, considering your next move before shifting the camera back, letting him see your full criss-crossed form, settled comfortably on the bed. You took a deep breath, calming your racing heart before carefully unfolding your legs, placing the bottoms of your feet flat on the bed as you leaned back onto your palms. 

Though embarrassment flooded your body from the exposing pose (even if you were already dressed, albeit in pajamas), any nerves left in your body left the second you heard Korekiyo sigh softly, shifting his own camera back to reveal his arousal for you. 

You watched as he carefully rubbed his bulge over his pants, his eyes raking appreciatively over your body before he murmured, “There you are. Breathtaking, as always.” 

You wasted no time in slipping your own hand down your torso, fingers wiggling under the hem of your pajama bottoms. He watched with keen interest, palm momentarily pausing as you let out a shaky breath. The pads of your fingers found your clit easily, working it slowly and gently, imagining Korekiyo’s nimble fingers. 

“J-just how you would,” you breathed, eyes fluttering as your hips bucked into your hand, moving teasingly slow. You heard a low moan from Korekiyo, and when you opened your eyes his hand had snaked beneath his bottoms. You saw his fist move beneath the fabric, slow and languid, though the way his breath was hitching told you he was much more excited than he let on. 

“Just like me, hm?” he repeated breathlessly, “Speed up for me then, won’t you?” 

A moan escaped your lips as you acquiesced, now starting to rub circles over your sensitive nub. You watched his head tip back at the noise, a low sigh mixed with a groan emitting from the speaker as his hips twitched. “Mm, there it is, keep going, love,” he nearly whispered, panting lightly, “Oh, you haven’t the slightest idea how much I missed you.” 

“Tell me,” you encouraged him breathily, allowing your hips to grind against your fingers when his gaze met yours, “T-tell me, please.” 

“I’ve missed your moans, your pleas,” he continued, the movement hidden under his bottoms hastening, “The-...” he cut himself off with a soft gasp as, you assumed, his thumb rubbed over the head of his cock, “The way you squirm underneath me, how debauched you look after I make you cum on my fingers… Oh, love, do you have any idea how gorgeous you look when you cum?” 

A choked whimper forced its way out of your lips, hips bucking as another wave of heat flushed through your body. “Kore–” you began, but he cut you off with a soft, breathy chuckle. 

“You look divine,” he continued, the skin just above his mask beginning to flush as he grew closer to his own orgasm, “Watching your mind blank the moment you tip over that edge, your body writhing, how your walls tighten around my cock so deliciously–” 

You felt yourself growing closer to the edge, thighs trembling as your fingers rubbed fervently over your swollen clit. Your eyes were trained on the way his fist worked under his pants; the way his eyes fluttered with each stroke let you know he was just as close as you were. 

“I’m… close,” he moaned softly, eyes locking with yours, “You are too, aren’t you?” 

You felt the familiar tightening in your abdomen at his words, biting your lip harshly as you whined, quickening your pace on your clit. “That’s it, relax, love. You’re so close,” he encouraged you, leaning forward to see you more clearly as he pumped himself fervently. 

You came with a cry of his name, back snapped into an arch as pleasure flooded through your body, wave after wave drowning you in a haze. You watched Korekiyo’s eyes roll back, his form stiffening visibly before a low moan escaped him. His hips bucked into his hand, stilling momentarily before pumping once more as he came alongside you. 

You shuddered as you came down from your high, hips still weakly grinding against your fingers in an attempt to prolong the ebbing pleasure. You watched Korekiyo’s body slacken on the screen, relaxing back into his bed with a heavy sigh. Chests heaving, it was silent for a few moments as you both recovered from the daze. 

“...I miss you,” you murmured after a moment, slipping your hand out of your bottoms with a weak smile sent his way. 

His expression softened immediately, an adoring sigh leaving his masked lips as he shifted closer to the screen, “And I, you. In two weeks we’ll be reunited, my love, I promise.” You hummed in response, murmuring a soft “yeah” before he spoke again, “I love you, dear.” 

A smile stretched across your face immediately and you chewed on the inside of your cheek, “I love you too, Kore.” 

“I assume you’d like me to stay on call while you fall asleep?” he asked breathlessly, sliding his hand out of his pants and shifting to grab a tissue. You nodded, sitting up and rolling off the bed with a low groan, legs sore from tensing. 

“If you don’t mind?” you asked sheepishly, rummaging in your drawer for a new pair of underwear. 

“I never do,” he promised, tossing the tissue off screen, “I’m going to shower, love. I’ll keep you on so you can hear the water running, hm?” Fabric ruffled past the microphone as he grabbed his phone, taking it with him to the bathroom. 

Climbing back into your cozy bed, you snuggled beneath your blanket, placing your phone beside you on the pillow. Your eyes began to drift shut as you listened to him hum to himself, the familiar sound of the shower starting soothing you into a comfortable sleep.

#danganronpa x reader #danganronpa scenarios #danganronpa imagines #n*sw// #danganronpa #korekiyo shinguji x reader #korekiyo shinguji #v3 imagines #v3 #prayingggg that this man is in character lmfao its been a hot second

[evercelle]

my friends: excitedly waiting for Fontaine to drop

me: annoying everyone around me by constantly pointing out how extremely oumacore lyney is

#danganronpa v3 #ouma kokichi #ever makes art #every new piece of lyney trailer and dialogue we get is just more evidence for my file #i wanted to paint thos but im in death valley and dj comes first... please imagine color for me ty #prayer circle all lyney wanters win their 50/50

[fannyspammy]

Tell Me More

Adam Warlock x Reader

Summary: Adam gets hard for the first time.

Warnings: 18+, nothing too too graphic (yet, hehe), still very steamy tho, mostly just dry humping & fantasizing

A/N: Two parts posted in one day??? Who is she??? Here’s the third part to the Firsts series! Wanted to get the next part out to you all asap because you’ve all been so supportive & I’m shocked at how much attention my posts have been getting lately 🥺🫶 If you haven’t read the previous parts yet, my masterlist is here! (Can be read as a stand-alone tho!)

[not my gif]

Since their first kiss, Adam couldn’t stop kissing y/n. He’d kiss her at every available moment — greeting her hello, after each compliment, with every please & thank you, waiting to cross a busy intersection… not that y/n was complaining. She loved kissing her golden boy too, & he was good at it.

A couple weeks later, Adam & y/n were in the middle of their most intense make out session yet. It began while they were sitting on the couch, listening to music. They sat side-by-side, but their bodies faced each other hands grasping at whatever they could — hair, face, & neck.

Craving for more of him, y/n lifted herself onto his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. They were a mess of touch and tongue.

Y/n could feel his bulge beneath her in this new position — still soft, but large enough for her to feel it pressed against her clothed core. She moaned at the feel of it, picturing herself lowering onto it, being stretched out by its size.

Y/n was growing increasingly aroused by her fantasy, supported by Adam sucking relentlessly on her neck, and soon her core was craving attention. Seeking friction she began to grind herself against the god beneath her, slowly but firmly dragging herself against his grey sweatpants. The feel of him pressed against her clothed core provoked a sinful moan from her, and Adam sucked harder on her sweet spot. She quickened her pace, stroking her soaking self against him fervently.

Then Adam stiffened as he, well, stiffened. Not fully, but enough for her to notice.

“Mm, baby, don’t stop,” y/n panted, never ceasing the eager roll of her hips.

“It’s… supposed to do that, right?”

“Yes, baby.”

“Okay, I just- it felt good, I just wasn’t sure.”

Y/n slowed her thrusts.

“Wait, you’ve never been hard before?”

“No.. This is the first time we’ve been this intense, so I’ve never felt… like this.”

Y/n smirked. “Well, let me help you.” She lifted her shirt over her head & tossed it onto the floor. Adam’s eyes widened at the sight of her in her bra.

“Mm, you like that?” she asked, although the hardening length beneath her gave away the answer.

Adam caressed her bare waist as he returned his attention to her neck, this time matching the movement of his hips with hers.

The growing friction left both of them moaning loudly, and Adam pulled y/n’s hair for better access. Throwing her head back in pleasure, she gripped Adam’s strong shoulders to steady herself as she quickened her pace.

“Mm, wanna know what I’m picturing right now?”

“What?” He asked, lips never leaving her skin.

“I’m picturing us naked, with you inside me.”

Adam pulled away from her neck to look at her, pupils dilated, before meeting her in a rough kiss. His hands squeezed her breasts through the fabric of her bra, and he sucked vigourously on her tongue.

Sucking the skin beneath her jaw, Adam gripped her waist firmly with one hand, rolling her left nipple in between the fingers of his other.

“Tell me more.”

Y/n gently pushed his head down to direct him toward her breasts. Receiving her message, Adam freed her right breast from its cup and latched onto it, swirling a tongue against the hardened nipple. He increased the intensity of his thrusts & y/n cried out in pleasure before continuing.

“You’re- mm!- taking me however you want, wherever you want- oh, yes- and your- ah!- cock is making me feel s-so good- mmm, yes!- as it moves in and out of me.”

Adam pulled her back by the hair to look at her, and his eyes studied her features — the glisten on sweat on her forehead, the redness of her cheeks and swollen lips, the way her face contorted in bliss.

“You’re so beautiful, y/n,” he said, his golden features glistening softly in the dim light. He thrust his hard member hard against her, and watched her mouth part as she moaned.

“Adam, I-I’m close,” she said, her thrusts becoming more frantic.

Kissing her neck once again he mumbled against her skin. “Mm, close to what, baby?”

“C-close to- mmm- close to my climax.”

Climax, that’s what he was feeling himself building to! He felt it growing the more his hard cock rubbed against y/n through their clothes, but he wasn’t sure what it was. Now it made sense.

“I think I am too,” he said, quickening his pace. She followed. After a couple more heated minutes y/n came, crying his name as he sucked her tit & continued grinding her through her climax. The sight of her trembling in his lap was enough to bring him over the edge too, and the next thing Adam knew there was a stream of cum soaking his sweats.

Panting heavily, they began to wind down from their highs. Adam placed tender kisses across her collarbone and jaw, making his way back to her lips. He kissed her sweetly and rested his forehead against hers.

Y/n smiled with a small chuckle.

“That was… wow.”

Adam met her smile with his own, placing another quick kiss on her lips. Looking down at the wet spot on his crotch he laughed lightly.

“I think I need to change my pants.”

#adam warlock #adamwarlock #adam warlock x reader #adam warlock imagine #adam warlock smut #will poulter #will poulter x reader #will poulter imagine #will poulter smut #gotg #gotg v3 #gotg 3 #guardians of the galaxy #guardians of the galaxy vol 3 #gotg imagine #gotg 3 imagine

[lunarin64art]

average bestie hangout

based on this

#danganronpa #ndrv3 #danganronpa v3 #new danganronpa v3 #miu iruma #ouma kokichi #kokichi ouma #gonta gokuhara #sad i couldn't include Kiibo so just imagine Miu's texting him or smth

[ashsirens]

It's funny that when Kodaka tweeted about Shuichi being bisexual everyone screamed for joy, but when he tweeted about Komaeda being totally cool with going out with girls, everyone went blind.

#danganronpa #sdr2 #drthh #super danganronpa 2 #super danganronpa 2: goodbye despair #sdr2 goodbye despair #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #danganronpa v3 #new danganronpa v3 killing harmony #dr v3 #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa headcanons #danganronpa fanfiction #danganronpa cosplay #danganronpa 2 #super dangan ronpa 2 #danganronpa memes #danganronpa fanart #nagito komaeda #shuichi saihara #sdr2 nagito #drv3 killing harmony #drv3 #drv3 shuichi

[turbo-tsundere]

Let’s disturb da balance of the universe

#gonta gokuhara #gokuhara gonta #kokichi ouma #ouma kokichi #danganronpa #v3 #ndrv3 #pregame #ougoku #if you squint at the second pic #my art #tbh I don't really subscribe to the fanon that the pregame personalities are the exact opposities of ingame ones #(but then does anyone really?) #with v3 writing being overall more nuanced and usually going the 'yes but no but maybe except it's complicated' route #personally I like to imagine that even if they act differently at their core they aren't that different #and their in-game personalities are actually their repressed/subconsciouss true selves - or perhaps their ideal versions of themselves #that they couldn't reach due to being cynical/jaded and disillusioned with society #(nevermind what they wished for comes with its own set of grievances and pitfalls ;p) #that's just my impression given the audition tapes and what-not #BUT for the purpose of entertaiment let's imagine how much of an absolute menace the first combination would be XD #(whether it's a menace for Kokichi or they're a menace to everyone else is an entirely different matter ;p) #side note but drawing this made me realise and appreciate smth - Kokichi's gakuran is dark contrasting his in-game outfit #but Gonta also has his own contrast - the blue/indigo color historically associated with royalty #vs the brown of his in-game suit - color more associated with commoners and plainness but also symbolising being down to earth and friendly #that's really neat actually #esp considering he's from high-status family

[five-hxrgreeves]

Not Like Quill

PAIRING: adam warlock & fem! quill’s sister!reader

WC: 2.5k (longer than I intended, oof!) 

SUMMARY: after your half-brother and half-sister leave, you’re left to fill in Peter’s shoes on the Guardian team. Unfortunately, Rocket can only see the faults where you lack the qualities that his best friend has. Luckily, though, a certain golden boy is always there to cheer you up.

WARNINGS: slight gotg three spoilers, fluff, angst if you squint.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: so this is my first official one shot AND first time writing for GOTG (hopefully I did a good job.) I saw GOTG3 in the theaters almost a week ago and WOW, was I surprised by Adam!! (I make it a point to not watch trailers to avoid spoilers.) I liked Will in The Dawn Treader but I haven’t seen any of his other movies since they’re not genres I usually watch, but I have been SLEEPING on this man!! I’m now obsessed with Gally (I’ve never even seen TMR but I’ve now read a ton of FFs) and, of course, Adam. So, here’s a one-shot :)

I know that Peter gave Rocket his Zune but in this scenario he gave it to you, his other half-sister. You do have powers but they’re not really mentioned here; if anyone is interested I can make a sequel/prequel.

Part 0 , Part 2

The repairs to Knowhere were going well— or at least as well as could be expected with leaders who bickered as much as the remaining Guardians. Peter and Mantis had left the planet a few weeks ago, leaving everyone quite sad at their departure. But, there were things to do so those that remained moved on as best they could in order help out. You, however, as Peter’s half-sister, had been hit harder by their departures than the others. Mantis and Peter were the only family you had, especially since the group had killed your father (not that he’d been a good one, of course.) Sure, the other Guardians had become like family to you over the years, but they weren’t blood— but this is also the only reason why you decided to stay instead of going off on your own like your siblings.

To make matters worse, the only physical reminder that you had of your brother was his Zune, which he’d left to you since you’d always stolen it anyway. Almost every day since his departure you could be found with the Zune clipped to your belt with at least one— and often both— earbuds plugged in to drown out the world. You busied yourself with helping the rest of the population repair their homes, enjoying the physical work as it tired you out too much to think about your missing family. When you weren’t working, you were training, which is how you (more officially) met one of the newest members of the Guardians, Adam. It hadn’t been the best first meeting, but that was a story for another time.

You were grateful to him for saving your brother so after he apologized for almost killing you, you forgave him pretty easily. Since you wanted to fill up your free time as much as possible, you offered to help train him because although he had powers, he’d barely been a match for the Guardians during the initial fight. You became close because of this and you found that you enjoyed his myriad of questions. You made sure to always be patient when answering him since you knew that the other Guardians were either too busy or would snap at him.

However, that was about the only good thing that had happened to you since the defeat of the High Evolutionary. The only time you really saw Rocket, Groot, Drax or Nebula was when you helped out around the headquarters or went on a mission, and even that wasn’t the same as it used to be. Rocket was a very different leader than Peter; he was, well, smarter, so that was good, but he had yet to acquire any sort of nurturing or encouraging attitude. When they trained as a team to get used to each other (as they had also added Kraglin and Viola to the group), Rocket would veer towards critical rather than critiquing.

“No, on your left, you idiot! Your other left!”

“You call that aim? Blurp could hit the target better than you!”

And, lastly, “that’s not how Quill would do it!”

Ouch. That one was always aimed at you, for anything Rocket could criticize you for. It didn’t have to just be training; sometimes he took it to ridiculous levels, either for the music you selected or the food you cooked. Anything you did, he compared you to your brother. And of course, you loved Peter; along with the other Guardians, he had saved you and Mantis from Ego and for that alone you would love him, but he had left you terribly big shoes to fill and you weren’t even the leader. You tried to hide how much Rocket’s words affected you— usually by keeping your Zune close at hand to drown him out, but they did get you down.

Even worse was his nickname for you. Although it had once been endearing, “little Quill” now felt like more of an insult— as if he knew you could never measure up to Peter. You never confronted him about this since you knew Rocket had a barbed tongue, but after being abandoned by your siblings, his words seemed to hit you harder than before. So, you kept your distance from him as best you could and tolerated it when you couldn’t.

On this particular day, you had decided to make chocolate chip cookies, which Peter had taught you to make on the first ‘Christmas’ that you’d been with the Guardians. You were really missing your brother so you plugged in your earbuds and started on the familiar recipe. In this instance, the kitchen that you were using was communal, so it was no surprise that someone else walked in on you as you baked. You didn’t notice at first, too lost in the music of Bohemian Rhapsody.

Adam had come into the kitchen after following the sweet scent that had caught his attention. He smiled a little at the sight of you standing at the counter, elbow-deep in. . . something. It was golden in color, although lighter than his skin, and flecked with black. He waved to get your attention but as usual, you were oblivious to your surroundings (and you were a fighter?) so he made his way over to you and tapped you on the shoulder.

Feeling the presence of another person, you turned around to see who it was— if it was anyone worth talking to— and when you saw that it was the (literal) golden boy, you sent him a smile and pulled one earbud out of your ear. “Hey, Adam.”

“Hi,” he replied you, still a little uncertain with less formal greetings. “What are you making? It smells really good.”

“Chocolate chip cookies,” you said. “Peter taught me how to make them. Do you want to try some?”

He looked at what was in the bowl curiously. “What does it taste like?”

“It’s sweet. If you liked the smell I’m sure you’d like the taste. Watch,” you instructed. Then you carefully picked up a small bit that had a chocolate chip in it before you at it. You closed your eyes and hummed at the delicious flavor.

Adam copied your action carefully, even going so far as to close his eyes and make the same sound— and then he repeated it more genuinely as he realized how good it was. You grinned at his reaction. “You like it, huh?” When he nodded, you added, “want to help? I’m almost at the fun part!”

“What’s that?”

“It’s where we make the cookies— this is just the batter,” you explained.

After you both washed your hands, you showed him how to form the batter into matching spheres and line them up on the baking tray. As you worked, you talked about the music you were listening to and even transferred your spare earbud to him so Adam could listen as well. Bohemian Rhapsody had become Starless by the band King Crimson. . . and of their better-known members, Adam Belew. You couldn’t help but find it amusing that Adam had the same name, and that one of the lines was “sundown dazzling day/gold through my eyes.”

As he finished forming one of the last cookies, Adam glanced up to see the hint of laughter in your expression. Although he didn’t know what was funny, he smiled back at you. For some reason that he didn’t understand, he was happy that you were happy; it was an emotion that you didn’t really seem to show that often, so the rare chance that he got to see it only made it more special. Your grin widened at you leaned forward to whisper conspiratorially: “now comes the fun part!”

He frowned with confusion. “I thought making the. . . cookies was the fun part,” he said slowly, trying out the new word.

“Sort of, but everyone knows the fun part is licking the bowl!” you exclaimed happily. “Like this.” You scraped some of the remaining batter together until it was big enough to eat before you popped it into your mouth. Together you made quick work of the remaining batter and then you put the bowl in the sink. You’d started the oven earlier, so it was ready for the tray.

After setting the timer, you made a face. “Now it’s time for the worst part: doing the dishes. Peter hated doing them so much that we usually just put them in the contamination chamber and chucked them out to space,” you explained with a giggle. “If anyone asked why we had to buy so many new dishes we just said that Peter was really clumsy.” You finished the story with a wistful look, remembering all the fun that you and your siblings had had before the Snap had ruined everything.

Adam wasn’t sure if doing the dishes was really that bad, but the happiness that had been present while making the cookies had slipped off your face, so he figured that it must be an arduous task. Wanting to spare you the discomfort, he offered: “I can do them, if you want. You did most of the work anyway.”

His suggestion pulled you back to the present and you shook your head. “You don’t have to. Since this is your first time having cookies you can just enjoy them. Next time you have to help,” you added playfully, covering up your sadness as you always did with humor— you learned that from your brother, after all.

The golden boy allowed a small smile at that, although he’d picked up on your habit. “I can wash and you can dry?”

You agreed, and soon the task was done. While you waited for the cookies to be finished you answered a few more of Adam’s questions. You found his curiosity refreshing after spending so much time with smart-ass, know-it-all teammates that wouldn’t know how to ask question if it slapped them in their face. (And yes, you did love your teammates— that’s why you could call them out on their stubbornness.)

The cookies were done about fifteen minutes later and you took them out to cool for another ten before you took one for yourself and one for Adam. You sat down next to him and bit into the warm dessert, closing your eyes again to enjoy it. As much as you liked the batter, the finished cookie was definitely better. Adam seemed to agree as he made the same sound of enjoyment from before, causing you to open your eyes and grin at him. “Good, huh?”

“Definitely,” he agreed, and he was finished with his cookie before you were done with yours.

You saw him eye the tray greedily, which caused you to laugh. “Go ahead, you can have another one.”

As he did so, the other members of the Guardians entered the room, apparently drawn by the same scent that Adam had smelled. Kraglin took his with a nod of thanks, stuffing one in his mouth as he left the room. Viola took one as curiously as Adam had, seeing as she’d never had a cookie either.

“You can take some to the other kids,” you told her— you’d made a double batch since they were pretty popular, so there was plenty. She thanked you as well and took some extra for her friends.

Then, it was Rocket’s turn. After the rest of his reactions to whatever you did, you found yourself holding your breath as you waited for his opinion. It only took a moment before he pronounced: “not bad, Little Quill.” You perked up at that, eyes wide with hope that you had finally done something right— something that Peter couldn’t do better than you. But Rocket wasn’t done: “not like Quill’s, though.”

You slumped in your chair as he took a few extra, oblivious to the effect his words had on you— but Adam noticed. “I think hers are better than Peter’s,” he spoke up quietly.

“Sure, blondie. You ain’t never tried Quill’s though, so ya don’t have a comparison.”

“I don’t need to,” he insisted, glancing over at you. “I know they’re better.”

Rocket scoffed with disbelief but didn’t bother arguing the point (he knew he was right, anyway), and left the room without so much as a thank you. Adam glanced over at your defeated posture; you’d been so confident and happy moments before the other Guardians had come in, but now you seemed to shrink into yourself, as if Rocket’s careless words had physically hurt you. Normally your recovery time after such an incident would be fast so no one else could pick up  on your feelings, but this was the proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back— if you couldn’t do cookies right, what hope did you have for anything else?

You suddenly felt a warm hand settle on top yours, which had been resting on the counter. You looked up sharply, surprised by the touch— you hadn’t been so much as hugged since Peter and Mantis had left. Adam’s expression was sympathetic, but there was a hint of anger in his golden eyes. “You’re not like Quill,” he said.

Unfortunately, you mistook his words after being so used to Rocket’s insults and looked away. You’d expected this sort of thing from him, not from Adam, and the blow hit you harder than anything Rocket had ever said. “I know,” you snapped, taking your hand away from his. “Thanks for the reminder.”

He gave you a confused look since he wasn’t sure what chord he’d struck to cause your reaction. It dawned on him quickly how his words could have been interpreted and he gently took your hand again as he repeated more firmly: “you’re not like Quill. You’re. . . there isn’t anything to compare. You’re not your brother— Rocket shouldn’t expect the same things from you that he did for Peter.” He hesitated for only moment before he added, “I can. . . talk to him, if you want.”

As he’d spoken, you realized you’d made a mistake and your initial thoughts had been right: Adam wouldn’t use your brother against you. You felt guilty for jumping to conclusions and gave him an apologetic look. Then, his words really sank in; a statement about how special your uniqueness was from someone whose society was literally carbon copies made your face heat up at the impact of his sentiment. You found that you couldn’t look him in the eyes and lowered your gaze to your still-connected hands. “I— thank you,” you said softly. “I just wish Rocket would see that. You don’t have to talk to him— I should be able to do that myself; I’ve been his teammate for longer, after all. But. . . I really appreciate it.”

His expression softened as he squeezed your hand, which inexplicably made your stomach roll nauseously (but in a good way, like when Peter would do loop-the-loops with Milano’s pod.) “Anytime, Little Quill.”

And just like that, “little Quill” went right back to being an endearing nickname.

#adam warlock #adam warlock x reader #adam warlock x y/n #adam warlock x you #will poulter x reader #will poulter #marvel x reader #will poulter imagine #gotg imagine #gotg v3 #guardians of the galaxy #adam warlock imagine #mcu fic #mcu x reader #adam warlock fluff #adam warlock fanfiction

[fooled-around-and-fell]

Hugs, Massages

Summary: It's been a terrible day. But you know who can comfort you best? Your boyfriend, Will.

Genre: fluff

pairing: Will Poulter x female reader

Warning: language (cursing), suggestive

It was a rough day.

Work was a bitch -- when is it ever not -- but today took a toll on you. It was much harder than other days, and you just want to crawl in a hole and cry.

Will knew it was a bad day just from the way you closed the door. Quiet, slow, unannounced. Usually you'd go in the bedroom to find him, but this time you immediately went to shower.

Closing his book, Will picked up the bag and coat you left on the kitchen counter and put it where it belonged before joining you in the shower.

He was careful, not wanting to interrupt, he just wanted to comfort you.

He took his shorts off before getting behind you, kissing your shoulder. "Hi," he said softly. "want some alone time?"

You shook your head, wrapping his arms around you.

He kissed your neck before lathering his hands with your favorite soap, massaging your shoulders, your back, your arms..

"Nothing I ever do is good enough for them."

Will knew you meant your bosses.

"I work my ass off for this project.. put down ideas, developed them, worked with other people... only for them to shut it down, put their ideas and want me to do those instead." You chuckled bitterly. "So much for a free, creative space."

Will helped you rinse your hair, listening to all your complaints while he's at it. After showering, he then went to make some tea while you dried your hair.

He knew during nights like this, you didn't want to talk much. You just wanted him there with you, holding you, and that'll let you know everything will be alright.

The mugs were on your bedside table, next to it was Will's book and your favorite eucalyptus candle. He really knew how to help you relax.

A smile slowly crept up to your lips and you felt a pair of arms embrace you from behind.

"There's that beautiful smile."

"Hi," you whispered.

"Hi," he whispered back, kissing you gently. "Want me to read to you?"

You both settled on the bed. You rested your head on shoulder, holding your hot tea, while Will took his book. He was reading Albert Camus's L'Étranger, a philosophical fiction about life, existence, one of the classics, you'd say.

A few sentences in, Will stopped reading the book. "Probably not the best book for this."

He put the book down and turned to cuddle. You left your tea on your bedside table and succumbed to his warm hug.

"You're such a perfect boyfriend." You complimented.

His hand rubbed circles on your back. "I literally just burnt dinner last night."

You chuckled, "That was a little funny."

Will kissed the top of your head, pulling you closer.

"Your bosses are stupid for not recognizing your dedication and talent." He continued, "I'm sorry they're not treating you the way you deserve to be, but I'm here for you. Every step of the way."

"Thank you." You kissed him. "I love you."

"I love you too," He smiled, "Now lay back, and let me give you a massage."

"Ooh," you smirked, "what kind of massage?"

Will smiled slyly, kissing your knees and thighs before sending a wink your way. "Any kind you want."

#will poulter #romance #female reader #fluff #suggestive #adam warlock #gotg fanfiction #gotg 3 imagine #gotg vol 3 #gotg v3 #guardians of the galaxy vol 3 #guardians of the galaxy 3 #gotg #gaurdians of the galaxy #will poulter imagine #will poulter fanfic #will poulter x reader #will poulter x female reader #dopesick

[angelltheninth]

Cockwarming + clit stimulation and lots of teasing with Adam Warlock?

I knew people are gonna be thirsty for this man, you are all so very predictable.

Pairing: Adam Warlock x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, neck kissing, cockwarming, nipple stimulation, dirty talk, clit stimulation, slight temperature play

A/N: I'm still not over the movie guys it was so good what the hell?!

Adam had been insatiable since you became a thing, he never seemed to get enough of you, in whatever compacity that was

That's why even when you had downtime, when he was reading books in his room he had to have you sitting on his cock to keep him happy

Your pussy is all sensitive and abused from a full night of rough and wild fucking, him fucking your body into his bed so hard you wondered which will break first, you or the bed

"Taking it easy today baby, I know I wore you out yesterday. You can sit in my cock, all pretty and sensitive for me, fluttering around me, holding me still." He was incredibly gentle in times like this, kissing and caressing every sore spot across your body

You can't take anymore rough pounding from him but you love the feeling of his hard cock pulsing slowly inside you

"You kept all that cum inside all night, my good girl, what do you want for your reward?" He whispers in your ear, his hand already making its way between your legs, "I know, I neglected you here a little last night didn't I? Apologies, I was so focused on you taking my cock. Let me make it up to you."

Adam's hand goes down to your clit, tender from your rubbing last night and rubs it in very slow circles with his index finger, his hand pulling your hips back when you thrust them towards his hand, "No, no baby, you're tired, let me do this for you." The smug bastard knows full well you need this bad right now

He puts a little energy in his fingertip, warming it up on your clit and doing the same to your nipple which he alternates between pinching and rolling between his thumb and forefinger, your whole body erupting with pleasure, making it build up more and more

"Like it? A little warming up for you since you're warming me up." He smiles against your neck as your orgasm ripples through your body, getting him to come too, his body thrusting against yours and throwing the book to the side and you over the table, "Fuck it, you're getting pounded all day today too baby."

#adam warlock #adam warlock x reader #adam warlock imagine #adam warlock smut #will poulter #will poulter x reader #will poulter imagine #will poulter smut #gotg #gotg v3 #gotg 3 #guardians of the galaxy #guardians of the galaxy vol 3 #gotg imagine #gotg 3 imagine

[lowcosmic]

btw since requests are open now... can i request headcanons for kokichi x reader who looks at kokichi with admiration whenever he speaks? like, reader is just silent while listening to kokichi's dramatic rants and then he notices this, goes silent *blank* for a moment and then gets flustered? 💫 i dont expect a bunch of headcanons, just afew fluffy headcanons are good enough!

—— admire .

— 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : headcannons of kokichi with a reader who always admires his words.

— 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚 : fluff

— 𝙘𝙬 : none

— 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨 : so pure

↳ kokichi was rambling on and on about how a certain drink compared to another and so forth , when he noticed , again , your silent figure and lidded staring.

→ it’d been like this for awhile , where he’d begin talking and you’d just … listen. not interrupt his crazy theories or add in some opinions of your own , but you’d just … agree and continue.

→ kokichi liked it at first , but then he realized that maybe you were waiting for him to stop talking so that you could talk. so for a few days , he sort of just … limited his talking. then , trying to hint more , he said to you : “ you can talk too , y’know. ”

→ you smiled softly. “ ah … yeah. but … i like it better listening to you talk. ” from there on , you had captured his heart.

→ kokichi had always found you to be nice. someone he could talk to with days on end , someone who was there for him and wouldn’t push him away. but he didn’t predict the feelings that would come from it , from him to you. soon enough , he began spending all of his free time with you ; encouraging you to speak more since he wanted to return the favor , something that others would see as uncharacteristic and would assume the worst.

→ he always felt a tad bit guilty when physically pranking you , so he’d do more verbal pranks. of course , all in good natured fun.

→ he always gets a bit hot in the face when you say that you like hearing him talk. no one really listens to him fully on a daily basis , so this change of pace was different. he always gives you opportunities to talk , though. he still values your rights especially since you value his.

→ while he continued liking you , he’d notice that every time you complimented his words and such , it’d be harder to hide his growing blush on his face. he ( barely ) managed to hide it , but it didn’t change the fact that he got flustered by your words.

→ when you got together in a relationship , kokichi would start hugging and kissing you every time you were sweet to him while he was talking. he especially loved talking while cuddling.

→ now , one day , he lost his voice. it was pretty quiet , until he kept gesturing for you to talk , forcing you to give him what he wanted. and it turns out — he loved your voice. he loved listening to you too while he hugged you , and so , a talkative couple awakened.

please don’t repost , translate , or claim my works as your own.

#danganronpa #drv3 #danganronpa drv3 #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa v3 #drv3 killing harmony #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #kokichi ouma #kokichi oma #ouma kokichi #kokichi #drv3 kokichi #kokichi ouma x reader #fluff

[chickensoup1025]

Fake dating trope for oumota would go so hard cause they're both amazing actors.

#just IMAGINE it #oumota #drv3 #danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #Kokichi Ouma #Kokichi Oma #ouma kokichi #Kaito Momota #Momota Kaito #winnie talks

[angelfleurry]

♡Falling Asleep on Hajime, Shuichi & Makoto!♡

꒰ა Shuichi Saihara ໒꒱

♡ He’s actually rather calm about it.

♡ He doesn’t exactly freeze up, just stills a little.

♡ Shuichi can often tell when you’re tired, but he didn’t anticipate you to fall asleep on him.

♡ It’s very endearing to him though.

♡ The minute he felt your head slowly fall upon his shoulder, the darling detective had a feeling you were adrift on some distant dreamscape.

♡ He’d still call your name, though softly, sweetly.

♡ The silent response was all the confirmation he needed.

♡ For a moment, he sat still, book still in his hand.

♡ Then, rather tenderly, he’ll plant a quick kiss upon your head, reaching a hand to rest upon your shoulder.

♡ “Sleep well, Y/N,” he says, voice breaking out into a stammer as his eyes turned away to his book, “I…I love you.”

꒰ა Hajime Hinata ໒꒱

♡ He definitely freezes for a moment, processing.

♡ Whenever you fall asleep on him, it tends to be when you’re cuddling up together.

♡ “U-uhm, Y/N?” he’ll begin, shaking his head as he realises there’s no way you’re going to respond.

♡ He looks over at your sleeping form, and it always makes him chuckle.

♡ Not in a mean way, he just thinks it’s sweet.

♡ He’s a big ol’ softie, really.

♡ Likes to take a hand and intertwine it with his.

♡ Definitely watches you for a bit.

♡ It doesn’t matter if you’re an ungraceful sleeper or not, he just finds such an element of peace through watching you.

♡ Eventually, he’ll close his eyes too, bringing you closer to him.

♡ Even if he doesn’t intend to, Hajime is one hundred percent going to fall asleep with you in his arms.

♡ Waking up together is nice, though.

♡ Even if he’s bright red and stubborn to admit he fell asleep…

꒰ა Makoto Naegi ໒꒱

♡ He’s so awkward bless him.

♡ “H-hey, Y/N…?” his voice squeaks out, the answer already obvious.

♡ Hesitates for a moment, slowly leaning his own head upon yours, a myriad of “uhms” escaping his lips.

♡ Just stays there for a while, silent.

♡ His breathing definitely hitches; like, the regulation is NOT THERE.

♡ Doesn’t matter how long you’ve been together for, if you fall asleep ON him, Makoto will get all sorts of weird fuzzy feelings as if it’s the first time you’ve done it.

♡ If he has enough courage, he’ll snake an arm around you, supporting you as you sleep.

♡ Should you be, say, on the bed, or somewhere comfortable, he’ll gently lean back with you; desperate not to wake you.

♡ Is definitely a blushing mess as you sleep.

♡ Probably won’t want to move until you’ve woken up.

#danganronpa imagines #danganronpa scenarios #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa #x reader #goodbye despair #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #danganronpa v3 killing harmony #makoto naegi x reader #makoto naegi #hajime hinata x reader #hajime hinata #shuichi saihara x reader #shuichi saihara

[fannyspammy]

Butterflies

Adam Warlock x Reader

Summary: Adam has never felt the way he feels when he’s with you.

Warnings: none ! just a lotta fluff on fluff on fluff hehe hence the cheesy title. There aren’t really spoilers i think unless you count the location maybe? Idk it’s pretty general imo

A/N: watched gotg 3 twice over the weekend & im obsesseddd with this man lol. Might make this a series of firsts with Adam if yall would read it 👀 lmk if you’d like to be tagged in future chapters!

[not my gif]

He was built like a man — perfect in every way with his chiseled body & god-like strength — but he had the innocence of a child. And y/n loved that about him. He was the purest person she knew, embracing every new experience & every new discovery with such wonder. And she loved that she got to share so many firsts with him.

Y/n always smiled to herself when she remembered the first time he told her he had feelings for her. Or tried to, at least.

They were sitting in silence on a roof in Knowhere, people-watching. They’d come there every afternoon since meeting after the defeat of the High Evolutionary. Having lived in Knowhere with the Guardians before the attack (his attack, ironically), y/n knew all the spots for when you needed a moment alone, & when they’d met, she could tell he was someone who needed that space to just be.

So she introduced him to her spot, & they’d been coming ever since. But Nebula had needed their help with a few tasks that afternoon, so their daily retreat was pushed later into the evening. By this time, the community was out in the streets, dancing & playing & having fun. Music & laughter filled the air, & the faint scent of liquor presented itself as everyone began to drink the night away. It was getting late & y/n was getting tired, so she scooted closed & rested her head on his shoulder.

Y/n felt him tense at the initial contact, before quickly relaxing and melting into it, laying his head on hers. After a couple minutes he spoke.

“Y/n, I… feel something.. when I’m with you.”

She looked up at him without moving from her position, raising an eyebrow in confusion. “Hm?”

“Something.. warm. Tingly? I-I don’t really- how do I- it’s hard to explain…”

Y/n giggled at his flustered attempt to explain himself.

Adam sighed & tried again. “I.. care about you. A lot. But it’s different from the way I cared about my mother. Or Blurp. Like, I want to be with Blurp all the time & hug him & cuddle him, and I want to do the same with you, but in a different way. But I can’t explainhowit’sdifferentitjustknowthatits-”

“Adam!” y/n said with a laugh, stopping his rambling. She lifted her head from its resting place to look at him, amused. “Slow down!”

“See! When you smile at me like that I feel it!”

Y/n bit her lip to restrain the smile spreading across her face, her brows furrowed in thought.

“Can I try something?” She asked. Adam nodded.

“Do you feel it when I do this?” Y/n gently brushed a lock of hair away from his face. He nodded again, slower.

“What about.. this?” Y/n brought her hand down to his shoulder & dragged it down slowly to rest on his chest. She felt his heartbeat quicken.

“I feel it more now.”

Using her other hand, she grabbed his arm to raise it between them, and then placed her hand on his, gently interlacing their fingers. “This?”

His heartbeat quickened again and he nodded. A curious smile spread over his lips.

“I feel it right in my stomach.. almost like it’s.. like it’s fluttering. Like-”

“Butterflies.” Y/n said, finishing his sentence.

Adam nodded again, excitedly, like she’d just solved a puzzle he’d been stuck on for days. “Like butterflies!”

Y/n leaned in closer, resting their intertwined hands in his lap. “Adam, you like me,” she said with a teasing smile on her lips.

“Well yeah, you know I like you. I like most people. Except the ones I need to fight, which used to be you & our friends but now I like you guys.”

She chuckled and pressed her head against the nook of his neck, back resting on his chest, pulling his arm around her, fingers still locked together.

“No, Adam. I mean you like like me. Like, romantically.” She tapped his torso with her free hand. “That’s why you feel all warm and gooey inside when you’re with me, or when I touch you. You having feelings for me. Romantic feelings.”

“Romantic…,” he whispered to himself, then paused shortly. “Do you like me too? In the romantic way?”

Y/n felt his chest tense as his breathing hitched, anticipating her answer. He may not understand his feelings yet, but he knew he wanted her to feel the same way. She squeezed his hand softly in reassurance.

“Mhmm. I like you a lot.”

He eased beneath her & then was quiet for a moment, as if deep in thought, processing the new feeling he had just discovered.

Then he held her tighter, and she felt him smile as she melted into his embrace.

“I like liking you. It feels nice.”

#adam warlock #adam warlock x reader #adam x reader #will poulter #will poulter x reader #adam warlock imagine #will poulter imagine #gotg #guardians of the galaxy #guardians of the galaxy vol 3 #gotg 3 #gotg imagine #gotg vol 3 #gotg v3

[malereadermaniac]

Alt-boy headcannons - Rantaro Amami x Male Reader

College AU, both of you attend hopes peak, but it's a college (ages around the 20s)

Some longer headcannons of Rantaro as your alt-boy crush

NSFW near the end! MINORS DNI!

(U/t) = Ultimate Talent

Pining over him

How could you not find the tall, deathly looking white boy from your class attractive?

Rantaro caught your eye almost immediately - with his muted-green dyed hair, his baggy clothes, the crystals around his neck, and his sexy, smug smirk

His style overall was just straight up hot! That alt-boy had you wrapped around his pinky finger - and the two of you barely ever even interacted!

Sure, you were both in the XXth class at Hope's Peak, but there are 15 other students in that class!

What changed things was a paired project sent from the God's above, forcing the two of you to spend at the very least A WHOLE WEEK TOGETHER

To say you were buzzing was an understatement

During that project, you two became friends, and you both started to talk inside and outside of school afterwards

It's great that you can talk to Rantaro, it's what you wanted, of course! But man, is it hard not to blush anytime you two interact or not stare at the man's beautiful features

He pines over you

Rantaro had known of you before that paired project. You were both in the same class, so of course, he knew your name and that you were the (u/t)

He did tend to admire you from afar. If a class ever got boring, Rantaro would wander his gaze over to you and watch as you clumsily played with your stationery

During the group project, Rantaro really got to know you - and that's when he found himself falling for you

Being in a closer proximity to you allowed the alt-boy to admire you up close; he found your features cute and attractive, the face you made when concentrating funny, you hands gentle & soft looking, and Rantaro fully could not get enough of your voice

He loved it when you talked and explained something to him, the hum of your voice sounding like waves on a beach

But Rantaro also found himself talking too, talking to you more than he does to his other friends at school - something about you, maybe your comforting look and tone, just made the green-haired man feel like he could open up to you

And while you two did chat about random shit and classes, more interesting things were talked out too - like your ultimates

And that's when Rantaro noticed that he could, for some reason, be vulnerable with some classmate he'd never talked to that much before

The stylish man opened up about his sisters, the reason behind his talent being how he's always searching for them and wants to dedicate his life to finding them

And the fact that you simply just listened to him and wished him luck, Rantaro was officially head over heels for you

Listening to music together

Rantaro insists on you giving his music a try

Even though you're more of a pop listener, Rantaro's pestering gets more intense by the day - so you have given in before

The first you gave in had you thinking about it for like 5 weeks, smiling 'n giggling and kicking your feet st the thought of it

What happened was Rantaro had his wired earphones in, listening to his indie music and swearing in his life that you'll like it more than whatever you were currently listening to

And to prove that, Rantaro took an earphone out and popped it into your ear, forcing the two of you closer together for the headphones to not fall out

You, of course, blushed immediately, Rantaro smiling down at you as you both listened to some Arctic Monkey's song

After getting over the fact that you two were practically at kissing distance, his scent and cologne making yoh feel dizzy, you started to actually listen and enjoy the song

Rantaro chuckled at you and said a very proud "I told you, you'd like it" as the two of you looked into each others eyes with an oddly romantic song playing in both of your ears

God, you still haven't really stopped thinking about that moment - and neither has Rantaro

Dress-up

As your bond with Rantaro grew more and more, you and the stylish man had become more comfortable with each other

Enough to go over to each other's houses and enough to change in front of each other

So when you went 'round Rantaro's and looked through his wardrobe, he offered to play a little dress-up with you

Not only did the handsome man let you borrow his attractive, baggy clothes that smelled of him in the best way possible, but he also dressed you himself then and there

You were embarrassed at first, stripping in front of your close friend/kinda crush, but Rantaro made you feel comfortable

You liked how he eyed up your bare chest nonchalantly, how Rantaro briefly ran his fingers over your skin as he put one of his huge jumpers on you

After trying on a few outfits, stripping to your boxers over and over, you couldn't help but notice Rantaro desperately trying to cover his crotch - he's lucky that his clothes are ridiculously baggy

The confession

Looking back on it, you still have no idea what came over you, but one day you just randomly confessed to Rantaro

Maybe it was the overwhelming romantic and slightly sexual tension between the two of you, or maybe it was the universe saying that you two are meant to be together

Whatever it was, it overwhelmed you to the point that as you were leaving Rantaro's house, as you were hugging him for a second too long, you looked into his hypnotic eyes and just word vomited your feelings

By the time you were done rambling about Rantaro's pretty eyes and good clothes n music taste and his kind personality and his fucking hot look and body, the taller man was blushing almost as much as you were

Rantaro covered his mouth with his lean hand in such a sexy way, his other arm crossed against his torso, as he looked down at you

You took the silence as rejection and instantly started to tear up and apologise

However you were quickly interrupted by Rantaro's fucking hot, slightly raspy chuckle as he nonchalantly said "I've been waiting for you to say all that y'know... I like you too, (y/n), my ultimate (talent)

Your brain just about short-circuited when you heard your now boyfriend say that

After talking the situation through briefly, you had to get back to leaving - bur Rantaro wouldn't let you leave until he'd had his fill of your lips and tongue

According to him, he'd been "deprived of your taste for so long now... been so patient for you"

Dating

The two of you are happily dating, you aren't an overly clingy or annoying couple - but you do see each other every day, and most weekends

You love to spend the night at Rantaro's, most of your dates take place in his home - but on special occasions, you two make the effort to go out on fancy dates

Cuddling, spooning, and falling asleep in each other's arms is usually how your little date hangouts end - Rantaro's huge clothes offering you both so much warmth along with his lanky arms around your waist and chest

Listening to music is almost a daily ordeal now, sharing headphones while eating lunch or just laying on each other's lap - you aren't clingy, but small amounts of PDA is a must with you two

If you two wanna go out but not for anything fancy, arcades and parks are your go-to's - especially if there's a bakery nearby, sweet treats, and time with one another really gives you both a dopamine rush

Rantaro can also get jealous pretty easily - something you did NOT expect. He's told you that he would get jealous and possessive even back when you were both just friends

But the green-haired alt boy isn't very obvious about it, he'll just get in his head if some guy tries to chat you up - cuddling into you a little more or holding your hand a little tighter for the rest of the day

Spice

Rantaro may not seem it, however he is one horny mother fucker!

Saying that, the two of you didn't have sex for a little while - but you both made up for it in making out like hell

On every single one of your dates/hangouts, once it got a little later into the evening, you would with no doubt end up on Rantsro's lap somehow making out with your boyfriend like your life depended on it

Rantaro loves holding onto your waist and the back of your neck, his slim, masculine hands gently holding you in place

Of course (being men with dicks which get hard at the smallest movement) you would both grind into each other, Rantaro's hard dick poking into your thigh while you rub your own against his abdomen

But for a while, the two of you wouldn't go any further, just make out for ages and then blue-ball yourselves

That was until you both got sick of that and wanted to go further

You prepped before going over to Rantaro's and double-checked his roomates were out of the apartment for the night - they were.

After making out until your lips were sore and your tongues were tired, you stopped Rantaro from moving away

With a deep blush, you mentioned wanting to go further, and your alt-boyfriend perked up even more in mood and in body; the smile on his face was immense and adorable

You were eachothers firsts, and while it wasn't perfect it was pretty damn good

Ever since that day, Rantaro has been insatiable, he couldn't get enough of you before when you two would just kiss but now he's practically addicted to you

Missionary, Doggy, lotus, hell you've even tried a full-nelson! Rantaro and you fuck almost every night now and it's fucking heavenly

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[nabateaprodigy]

I'm so sorry if you actually aren't taking requests I am a little confused as English is not my first language I'm still learning as I go

could I request for kokichi and nagito for a s/o that's emotionally sensitive, cries alot and comes off as clingy and really enjoys simple physical touch like hand holding and pats, stuff like that generally (thank you if you can and so sorry if you closed requests for all)

Kokichi and Nagito With a Sensitive S/O

Series: Danganronpa.

Characters: Kokichi and Nagito.

Genre: Fluff.

Reader: Gender Neutral.

Notes: Don't worry! Your English is fine! Honestly English is my first language and sometimes I can't even write or speak it lmao.

Kokichi

This little...well at first like anyone else he would trick and play pranks on you. When he first played a prank on you he expected you to be confused or annoyed. He well...he didn't think you would end up crying because of the prank.

Because of this, he ended up feeling pretty guilty about it. So pranks were something he wouldn't do to you. Well, he'd still prank Miu, Gonta, Shuichi, and the others.

So instead he'd tease you! Not nearly as bad as a prank so this would be fine right? Well, it seems not you'd also get upset from the teasing as well. What a horrible boyfriend always making you cry smh. 🙄

But over time he'd come to realize this was just how you were and to keep the pranks and teasing to a minimum or stop all altogether if that's what you wanted. However, in his heart he couldn't stop teasing you he just had to see your cute flustered face!

I feel like Kokichi would at first act annoyed by how clingy you are. But in truth, he loves it oh so much. He loves how you feel comfortable and safe to hold hands and hug him.

In truth, it probably also made him a little overprotective of you. But seeing your smile and just the fact you've stuck with him. Means the world to him and he wants nothing more for you to be safe and happy.

Nagito

"Huh? Why would want to hug trash like me?" This mf I swear it never stops with him 🙄. He knows you're clingy but he still doesn't understand as he puts it to hug. "Trash like me."

(Tbh he should know the answer because he's your boyfriend!) Even though Nagito says things like this he loves how clingy you are with him. Plus in my opinion, he'd be great to cuddle with just look at that hair! It's so soft!

I feel like if you don't see Nagito for a while or if he's with his friends. You can get pretty jealous and even more clingy! If he is talking with someone you'll go up and hug him from behind.

Honestly, if you were to cry or ever feel insecure Nagito wouldn't allow you to feel that way for long. You're his S/O you're amazing and are such a great person! He'll love you no matter what so don't be afraid to tell him anything.

In his eyes, you're an angel and he thanks his luck he was able to be with you. If you ever are feeling down have no fear Nagito is here! He wants you to be happy so if you're feeling down he can be just as clingy!

Of course, he'll get cuddly with you and get you whatever you want! Just ask as long as it's for it's worth it. "You look wonderful today angel. I know trash like me doesn't deserve it but can I have a kiss?"

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[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Ok I love the way you write Peter Quill and I need more smut of him but just delete if you hate this! How about messy drunk angsty Vol. 3 Quill and the reader in a bar on Knowhere? He’s kinda (or a lot) drunk and trying to be charming and fuck the reader and she knows it’s mostly just him trying to forget Gamora but he’s hot so she’s willing. With Peter being slightly dom/giving praise. Maybe in public? In the bar? Or not? Whatever you feel like! Ok thanks! ✨👑

hii!! aaahh thank you sm!! loved writing this! thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

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beers and backrooms

peter quill x fem!reader

word count: 945

warnings: 18+ sexually explicit content. blowjob and swallowing, praise. mdni

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More often than not, you liked to 'unwind' with a drink at a bar within your closest proximity, any bar- you didn't mind, you weren't picky. It just so happened that the closest was a shitty and rundown one.

It was quiet, no one other than you, the bartender, bugs and a drunken guy slouching over the table, sobbing. 

You pick up your bottle and walk over to him, sitting at the table beside him. "Hey dude, wanna stop sulking? Some of us are trying to enjoy warm beers in this shithole. We don't need someone crying to make it worse." 

"I'm not crying," the guy protests, sitting up straight. "I am not crying," he says again, wiping his snotty nose on the back of his hand.

"Yeah," you say playfully. "You kinda were." You joke, pointing to the patch of drool on the table. 

"That's so embarrassing," he mumbles, mopping the wet patch with his sleeve. "I spilt my beer," he lies, twisting around to face you. "Peter." He says with false confidence, extending a hand. 

"Yeah, I believe you," you snicker. You shake Peter's hand as you exchange a fake name.

"What're you doing in this dump? It surely ain't for the drinks.”

"I happen to love warm and expired beer," you joke, swirling your bottle before taking a sip. 

"Yeah?" he laughs, taking a swig of his own. "Really... what are you doing here?"

"Chatting up cute drunken guys," you flirt, speaking into the brim of the bottle. 

"The bartender?" he plays along, shaking his head. "Sorry, that was so stupid... I feel like I'm blowing this."

"Blowing what?" you ask with wholehearted intrigue.

"This," he gestures between the two of you. "Not as good at this as I remember... you're just so pretty— and I dunno." He shrugs, playing with his bottle. 

"If it's any consolation... you're much better at this than the bartender," you lean towards him, whispering, a soft smile lining your lips. 

His eyes dart around the room, his tone serious. "He's half cyborg."

"Exactly... cyborgs are hot."

... 

After an hour of chatting and sobering up, Peter decided to try his luck and take you to the storage rooms at the back of the bar. He knew they'd be empty for what he had in mind.

You weren't typically one for random, risky hook-ups with strangers, but there's something about Peter that made you want to disregard your qualms.

"Gimme your jacket," you instruct, folding it in half and dropping it to the floor by his feet. 

Your crouch down, kneeling on the jacket between his legs as you fiddle to undo his pants. You tug the fabric down, pulling the waistband of his boxers in the same motion. His hardened cock springs out, standing attentive like it was begging to be touched.

You spit into your palm and snake it around his surprisingly large dick, brushing over his shaft with softened hands. 

"Fuck," he mutters, his head dropping back against the door. 

You itch yourself higher on your knees and lick a stripe up the underside of his cock, tracing his most prominent vein as you gaze up at him, looking through your lashes. You tease his head with the flick of your tongue before you finally sink around him, his thick cock slipping past your lips.

"Fu— yeah, like that," he grumbles, snaking his hand into your hair, holding it in a bunch at the back of your head. "Get the— fuck— god, that's it," he praises, his grasp tightening around your lock of hair.

You work over his base with your fisted hand as you hold his head to the back of your throat, keeping his twitching tip pressed there. 

"You look so pretty with a mouthful of dick," he says, his voice hoarse. "Of my dick.” He adds, barely above a whisper. 

He strokes over the apple of your cheek with his spare hand, his thumb caressing your skin, angling your face upwards to see your eyes. 

"So beautiful with your lips wrapped around my cock," he praises again, his eyes fluttering closed. "Right there, yeah— that's it, get the head."

You continue to work over him, running your mouth and lips over his lengthy cock in a pace that makes him twitch. Peter jolted and pulsated against your tongue, and you could tell he was right there. 

"Shit," he grumbles, cupping your jaw. "Please let me cum in your mouth— god."

You nod, slurping him just that bit harder to push him off the edge. 

"I'm right there—" he cuts himself off with a groan.

He spills ropes of warm cum onto your tongue, twitching against the back of your throat as you continue to milk him dry. 

"Oh my god," he pants, dragging his dick from your mouth. "That was..." he pauses, shaking his head in disbelief. 

"Yeah?” you glance up at him, wiping the corners of your lips on the back of your hand, standing up. "Guess I better get going." You sadly smile, reapplying your lip gloss. 

"Woah woah woah," he says breathlessly, blocking the door. "I don't think so."

Your head cocks to the side in confusion. "What?"

"You think you can do that to me and just... leave?" he grins, pulling up his pants, adjusting himself. "My apartment is around the corner." Peter prompts, nodding.

"And?" you smile, waiting for him to say it.

He sighs, pushing back his curls. "Come back with me... for your turn."

You flatly say your real name, extending a hand with a grin.

"I should be offended you used a fake name," he laughs, shaking your hand. "Name's still Peter."

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