#I'm half conscious writing this lol

[hauntingofhouses]

hi, it's me. the fic writer that uses culturally-specific idioms in a very different cultural time setting and keeps confusing words like reign and rein. this is my story.

[glitchfiles]

heatstroke. [ljn]

pairing. mechanic! jeno x (afab) reader

wc. 3.8k+

cw. SMUT MINORS DNI!!, hard dom! jeno, profanity/cursing, outdoor/car sex, oral (m receiving), throat fucking, boot grinding, rough sex, degradation, name-calling (’slut’, ‘fucktoy’), etc…

an. i had this idea in june, but haven't had much time to write until recently. i had to rush a bit because i wanted to get it out before august/summer ends, I just made it lol. if there’s typos… oops… hope you enjoy :3

just before the muggy summer air lulls you to sleep, a series of sharp knocks at your windows jolts you fully conscious. as your eyes snap wide open, you turn to look to see a man standing outside of your car. he can tell by the bemused expression on your face you're struggling to figure out why he's here.

"roadside assistance, you called." realisation washes over your features, and the mystery man can't help but find it amusing how little control you have over your countenance.

you open the door slowly, allowing him time to move back, and groggily step out of the car. rays of sun prick your skin - the floral mini dress you had on left more of you exposed than covered.

"thanks for coming," you laugh nervously.

the sun is blinding, you can just make out the figure before you as you give your knight in shining armour a squinted once over.

his uniform consists of navy overalls and heavy boots; though he had taken the top half of his overalls off and tied the sleeves around his waist, you're sure he's sweltering. the white tank top he wore hugs his broad, muscular torso, which you can't help but ogle at.

"no problem. any idea what the issue is?" as he nears your car, you get a better look at his face. and just as you feared, he has a face to match the body.

his features are sharp, from his jaw to the upturned corners of his mouth to his nose. in contrast, the way his eyes soften up as he smiles at you fills your stomach with butterflies.

you catch yourself then clear your throat before responding. "no, it just broke down. i'm lucky i pulled over in time."

if you were trying to hide that you were checking him out, you were doing the worst job ever.

unabashed stares were far from foreign to him, he couldn’t say he minded them - especially when they were from someone cute.

he takes a quick walk around the vehicle, checking for any external damage. "tyres look fine," he mumbles to himself.

then he stops at the hood to pop it open. a frown settles upon his features as he begins to try to diagnose the issue at hand.

you don't even try to understand what he's doing, you're honestly far more concerned with analysing every square inch of the adonis before you.

"you okay standing out here? it's pretty hot," he turns to you. you had lost track of time, has it been a few minutes or a few hours? "you can sit in my truck, it has ac, or i can get you some water."

"just the water is fine!" you respond, even though cold air sounded like paradise right now actually, "i've always been somewhat interested in cars and stuff." you lied again.

"oh, really?" he raised an eyebrow, unconvinced.

"yeah, my dad used to fix old cars up - he'd make me hand him tools from time to time." you walked closer to him, leaving a few centimetres between your bodies.

"then, you wouldn't mind helping me out a bit? i think i know what the issue is here." you nodded vehemently, unable to stop yourself from forming an eager smile.

only when he walks away do you realise you have been holding your breath. you barely have time to catch it before he's back with two chilled water bottles in one hand and a hefty toolbox in the other. bulging muscles ripple across his arms, the sight puts a fluttery feeling in the pit of your stomach.

he sets the box down with a light grunt, then looks at you kindly and with an outstretched arm to hand you a cool bottle. the fact his hand, which you notice is comparatively larger and rougher, brushes against yours only exacerbates your condition.

you can barely look him in the eye as you take the bottle from him; you waste no time before cracking it open and gulping down a considerable amount. his eyes can’t help but follow the droplets of water that escape the corner of your mouth, trickling down your chin, your neck and then your chest before disappearing between your cleavage (which he had been trying to ignore from the moment you stepped out of your car).

“someone’s thirsty,” he mentally slaps himself and comments with a chuckle to ease the moment of tension.

he takes a swig of water before putting on gloves, picking a took out of the box and getting to work.

for a moment, only the sound of distant wildlife in the surrounding area can be heard. leaving you ample time to watch. the way his brows furrow as he concentrates on his job is more attractive than it should be.

“my name is jeno by the way,” he breaks the silence. you hadn’t even thought to ask, you quickly reply with your name. “where are you heading?”

“my friend’s place for a barbecue. this was supposed to be a shortcut, but it ended up leaving me stranded in the middle of nowhere.” he lets out a sympathetic hum before letting a comfortable silence fall between the two of you again.

he hands whatever tool he has in his hand to you and asks, “can you pass me the torque wrench?”

you stare at him blankly then you stare down at the array of tools laid out. the temperature of your body increases even further as he smiles at you knowingly.

“hard to think with the heat, huh?” he chuckles walking past you to pick up the tool you would have never guessed was what he was asking for. “don’t worry about it, you can just stand and watch,” he said as though that wasn’t what you had been doing up until now anyway.

he’s sure you’re not actually interested in cars in the slightest but rattles on about the topic. most of it all flies over your head but you nod and giggle as your gaze trails over the veins on his arms are he tightens bolts.

after a short while, he stands up straight. wiping his forearm over his sweaty forehead he declares he thinks he’s done.

“key?” he plucks off his gloves as you fish it out of your purse and hand it over to him. “glad you know that one.” he teases.

you watch with bated breath as he gets into your car to start it; sure enough, the engine purrs when he turns the key.

he jumps out of the car and flashes you a proud smile that makes you melt more than the heat.

"so...” he starts tucking his gloves into his pocket then he rubs his hands together before placing them on his hips. "how would you like to pay?"

"oh yeah, let me just get my purse. how much was it?." you open your bag to rummage around for your wallet as he tells you the price.

your phone…

sunglasses… 

a pack of gum…

lip gloss…

no wallet.

you smile up at him nervously, excusing yourself to go look in your glove compartment.

jeno follows you around to see you bent over and rummaging around. he loses track of time, too preoccupied with the way your dress rides up to barely cover your ass. he didn't notice how translucent the fabric was until now, he could just make out the outline of the thong you were wearing.

while he blissfully enjoys the show, dread fills you at the realisation you may not be able to pay. you desperately look for stray bits of cash, but you can’t seem to find even a penny in your car all of a sudden.

your frantic search yields absolutely nothing. you take a second to steel yourself before stepping back onto the ground and turning towards him with a doe-eyed guilty expression that makes something stir in his abdomen.

"i swear i had it but-" you mutter, finally moving to sit facing him in the passenger’s seat. he suddenly feels a lot bigger now you're staring up at him and he's looking down at you. "but it's not- i don't have any money so-"

"well, there are other ways to pay." only when the words leave his mouth does jeno realise there is room for misinterpretation but, for some reason, he doesn't feel like correcting himself.

maybe it was the warmth or the stress of your predicament, but your mind began to entertain itself with thoughts that had nothing to do with getting this man that you had only met today his money.

you blinked dumbly, absolutely none of the cogs turning in your brain as you started eyeing him again. starting at the neckline of his tank and then fixating on his deep collarbones momentarily before drifting down.

sweat had turned the white cotton covering his torso almost transparent. the material clung to the ridges of his toned chest and abs, leaving almost nothing to the imagination.

your mouth went dry; you were eyeing him like a dehydrated desert wanderer who had just spotted an oasis.

“like… how?” you blink up at him as though you don’t catch his drift. the innocence you feign starts to chip away at his self-control.

though he comes off as rather relaxed on the outside, jeno is rather rigid with himself. he had to be to run a business with any success. but at the end of the day, he was his own boss; no one had to know about this.

he glanced around. you were on a road in the middle of nowhere surrounded by woodland and he couldn't remember the last time he had seen another car drive past.

he could bend his rules this once for you.

“you’re not just a pretty face, you’re a smart girl, right?” finally, he gives into the desire that had been building inside of him since the moment he laid eyes on you. his charming eye-smile turns into a dark glare; his voice drops a couple octaves. “use your head.”

without another word, you stand up and sink down to squat, reluctant to get your knees dirty. you stare up awaiting further instruction.

“you know transfers are a thing, right?” he laughs sliding a hand over your cheek, feeling a switch inside of him flip. here you were debasing yourself for a man you had just met. “i think i like this much better though, clever girl.” 

he can’t believe you’re doing this.

he can’t believe he’s doing this.

you untie his overalls letting them drop down to his knees and tug down his boxers. internally you let out a sigh of relief at the sight of a well-groomed semi-hard cock. feeling it twitch up to attention as you wrap a hand around it. he groans out an obscenity as you begin to tentatively stoke him.

“you’re gonna need to do a lot more than that if you plan on giving me my money’s worth.” he tuts down at you, sliding his hand to rest on the back of your head. 

“whatever you want.” the seductive lilt of your voice makes him reel.

“whatever?” his chest rises as he takes a deep breath and forms a light grip on your locks. 

“anything.” you nod.

“then open your fucking mouth, slut.”  his voice suddenly becomes gravelly and commanding as he cranes your head back. you obediently open up for him, wrapping your lips around his tip to lap at the salty fluid that had started to spill out of it.

“hands behind your back,” the look in his eyes is wild as he watches you promptly obey him without reluctance. you want to please him, repay him for his kindness.  

you take the initiative to take him even deeper, creeping down inch by inch deeper with each bob; the more you take, the more drool escapes the corners of your mouth, dripping down in thick strings. you let out garbled moans, sending vibrations through him; his hand instinctively grips your locks, pushing his cock harshly into the back of your throat. you swallow a gag and tears prick your eyes but keep going.

“you’re so good,” he huffs, abdomen tightening, “you do this often? bet you’d let any man shove their cock down your throat, cheap fucking slut.”

you whine around him in protest, he lets you up to speak. you vehemently shake your head and choke out, “only you.“

“just for me.” his thumb softly endearingly caresses the back of your head. “god, what did i do to get this lucky.” he half mutters to himself before shoving himself back into your accepting mouth.

he continues to fuck into your face like you’re nothing but a hole and you take it. his head tips back as he lets out unbridled moans, comforted by the fact there was no one for miles to witness your debauchery, but infinitely turned on by the fact you were so out in the open.

jeno's breathing gets more ragged with each thrust, he hunches forward at the feeling of his orgasm hurtling towards him. if your mouth wasn't currently stuffed, you would smile as you brought a hand up to toy with his saliva-coated balls.

"oh my fucking- i'm cumming." it was the last push he needed before shooting his load down your throat. keeping you locked in place, nose smushed up against his pubic bone. all strength leaves your legs and you fall to your knees, the hard ground digs into your skin but the pain means nothing when he’s groaning about how well you’re taking his cum. you can barely breathe and your head is spinning but you wish you could make him cum again already. 

after a while, he settles down from his high and slowly removes himself. his hand grips firmly at your hair, keeping you in place. 

“what a fucking mess.” he sneers while admiring his work, how filthy you look kneeling before him. spit and cum cover your chin down to your chest; the low neckline of your dress is soaked. not to mention your makeup, black inky streaks ran down your cheeks. “liked taking my cock so much you forgot you had something to look pretty for.”

the look in your eyes was close to piety, unfazed that there was no way you could go to your friend’s house in this state. maybe he’d fucked your face a little too hard and knocked some sense out of you. it was the only explanation for you so gleefully offering yourself to every whim of a stranger; jeno was not a good enough man to refuse such an offer. 

“want more? you know, most of my customers tip.” he says in an expectant tone. “no pressure though.”

“wanna fuck me?” you run a finger up his thigh, skipping being coy - you needed him.

“i don’t know, can i?” he wants to toy with you, however.

“i said you can do anything, didn’t i?” you shuffle closer to him on your knees, batting your eyelashes up at him. 

“anything…” he repeats, dark thoughts run through his mind. a deep, shaky breath leaves jeno’s nostrils as he tries to contain the arousal stirring back up inside of him. he moves his leg forward, situating one of his heavy work boots between your legs; with the grasp he still has on you, he forces your core to come down against it. 

he doesn’t have to utter another word before your hips start moving. you bite your lip to contain the sounds threatening to escape you, shame finally kicking in somewhat. but he was having none of that; a sharp tug at your hair was all it took, he tipped your head back, and all the moans came spilling out. 

“good.” his praise encourages you to circle your hips faster. the panties you have on do nothing to hide how slick you are. 

you angle your hips for more stimulation, your swollen clit growing more sensitive by the second. you haven’t been at this for that long, but he can tell by the way your moans pick in pitch you’re nearly there. 

“close already?” he lifts the toe of his boot, pressing into you harder. “go ahead, cum on my boot. dirty, pathetic slut.” you whimper out pitifully as your orgasm finally wreaks you. 

he leaves you no time to recuperate before tugging your locks to make you stand and smashing his lips against yours. only now does it hit you that you’ve skipped quite a few bases, it’s the first time you’ve felt his lips against your own. 

you melt into his domineering kiss, trying your best to keep up with his lascivious pace. hands grope at your body, smoothing up your thighs and under your dress. 

a whine leaves your lips when his hands roughly squeeze your ass. he wastes no time attaching his lips to your neck, nipping at the skin as he moves to start pulling your panties off, you help him get them off the rest of the way and throw them somewhere into your car. 

deft fingers wander between your folds, collecting your wetness on his fingertips. the slightest brush against your raw clit makes you shudder in his grasp.

“gonna use this wet little pussy, just like i did your throat.” he whispered hotly against the skin of your neck, teasing your miserably sopping slit. “and you’re gonna take it like the good fucktoy you are.” 

now’s the point he’d finger a girl open a bit, maybe make her cum again. he’s usually kinder, more careful, less selfish; all that runs through his mind are animalistic thoughts of ruining you. 

you see the moment his resolve snaps completely, pupils dilating as a vein pops up on his temple. with no finesse at all, you’re turned around; a hand plants itself on your back, firmly pushing your torso down, you barely cushion your fall onto the car seat. 

he almost goes right in before the last fragment of sense left inside of him reminds him he’s forgotten something crucial. 

“shit, i don’t have a condom.” he slaps a hand over his face, vexed over the possibility of things ending here.

“i think i might,” you hurriedly reach into the glove compartment. not taking long to produce a foil packet and hand it to him; you turn to see he has an amused expression on his face.

“you remembered condoms but not money?” he snickers. “priorities.” 

you lower your head in embarrassment, begging him to get on with it. he obliges, quickly ripping open the packet and wrapping his cock up. with a deep hum, he slides his cock up between your ass cheeks. your back arches to push your backside further against him temptingly.

your mouths hang open in unison as he slides into you. he releases a long groan as he bottoms out, your tight unprepared hole swallowing him up deliciously. jeno’s body moves on its own, allowing neither of you time to adjust before reeling his hips back and slamming back in. his hands find purchase on your hips as he begins to pound you, digging into your curves for leverage; each thrust punching a choked moan out of you. 

“taking me so well,” he eyes the shameless mess beneath him, skin glistening with perspiration. he’s sure he’s equally as sweaty with the heat, probably more so with how much he is exerting himself; sweaty bangs stuck to his forehead, he can feel droplets racing down the sharp contours of his face to drip off his chin. yet he feels no fatigue, adrenaline keeps him going - keeps him fucking into you at a bestial pace. something about being surrounded by wilderness draws out a side of him so despicably feral, a side of him he had never been able to admit to having. 

when he said he would use you, he meant it well and truly. his cock bullied its way deeper into you.

“god! so fucking deep.” you manage to stutter out as he mercilessly crams every last inch of his cock inside. you’re sure he doesn’t mean or care to, but he hits all the spots that make your walls clench around him tighter, sucking him in deeper. 

“i can feel how close you are,” your legs shake, everything becoming more and more overwhelming by the second. his fingers dig into your flesh, holding your squirming body, “like being my fucktoy, yeah? gonna cream all over my cock?”

your legs shake and your nails scrape at the hard cushion beneath you as you bawl out incoherent words about how you’re cumming. your eyes roll into the back of you as the feeling seizes your body wholly. leaving your ears ringing and broken moans tumbling out of you as he drills you through your high.

once you fall, your legs give out and you fall limp on the seat. jeno doesn’t let up at all though. strong hands lay into your shoulders, your body is pressed further into the chair with his body weight. you barely have the space to breathe but he couldn’t care less, not when he was so close to the peak. 

he plants a foot on the car’s sill to anchor himself through a barrage of unrestrained, choppy thrusts. your poor car jolts and whines under their power.

between getting your throat fucked raw and brain-melting overstimulation, you could not form words; nothing that came out of jeno was coherent either, guttural noises of pleasure erupted from him. 

you only find out he’s cumming when you feel his cock twitch inside your sensitive walls. the fact he’s moaning your name between grunts is something you barely pick up; your body and mind have gone numb. motor function is off the table now, the only movement you can manage are involuntary muscle twitches.

jeno stills, basking in the fading pleasure, catching his breath. you’re too out of it to let out a small whine as he pulls out of you, leaving you devastatingly empty. 

“you good?” he pipes up, as you sluggishly pick yourself up. 

“fine, i think.” the heat and exhaustion have evidently defeated you; the look in your eyes is vacant as you wipe the sweat off of your forehead. you fix the straps of your soiled dress and plant your feet on the ground, your legs give out momentarily, but you catch yourself before you fall to the ground. he can't help but burst out laughing.

“look at you,” he takes your hand to steady you. the smirk on his face tells you he’s thoroughly enjoying the fact he’s fucked you to the point you can’t walk straight. “let’s get you cleaned up and home.” 

“thanks,” your cheeks grow hot as you limp toward his truck.

 “next time, bring money. not everyone’s as nice as me.” 

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[wandanatsthings]

𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭

Hii, so I’m writing this fic because I see ALOT of Wandanat x Reader where Reader is Basically just skinny white girls and while there’s nothing wrong with that I would love to see something more diverse so this is that enjoy :)

(P.s im dyslexic I’m trying my best)

Word count 1.1k

Warnings: If you consider fluff a warning then ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ lol I don’t think there are any, but lemme know if you see anything please!

Summary: Wanda and Natasha help you take out your braids

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y/n pov It was a Saturday morning and your girlfriends were at work, you were home alone so you decided that it would be a great time to take your braids out. You had them for three months now and your new growth was insane. You had been dreading taking them out because you didn't want your girlfriends to see you like that you thought they would judge you. So now really was the only time to do it so you could have it washed and in a new style hopefully before they got home. You checked the clock on your phone to see how much time you had. You were grateful to know that It was only 9:30 meaning you had plenty of time before they came back tonight at 8. With that, you got up and went into the bathroom to grab everything you needed to bring out into the living room so you could watch TV while you did the tedious task.

It was only about 4:30 and you barely had half of your braids down. Your arms were tired and your back began to hurt. This would be a lot easier if I had help. As soon as that thought crossed your mind. You heard the front door open and close. That couldn't be them. Their home way too early you thought...

Nats pov

Wands and I had left the house around 9:00 this morning leaving y/n home by herself. When we got to work we checked our to-do list to see what it was we had to get done today. Turns out we both only had mission reports due, So we both decided we'd work here at the Avengers Tower for a while and then come home early to surprise y/n.

Wanda's pov

After leaving the Avengers Tower, we went back home to surprise you. As we walked through the house, we could hear your favorite TV show playing and you calling out our names. When we turned the corner into the living room, we saw you surrounded by all kinds of hair products and tools.

y/n pov

As I heard the door shut I called out to see if it was them. “Wands?” “Nat?” After a few short moments, you see them round the corner with smiles on their faces. “Hi…guys, what are you doing home so early?” you ask them feeling a little self-conscious because they were seeing you exactly how you didn’t want them to. “We decided to come home early and finish our mission reports here to spend some time with you,” says Wanda. You look up at them with a smile on your face “Aw guys that's so sweet thank you” You tell them. “Of course detka, Um what's going on here?’’ asked Natasha. You then look around to see all of the combs, conditioner, and grocery bags that surround you. You look up at them and say apprehensively “I'm taking my braids out…” What you hear next surprises you. “Oh well, can we help?” Wanda asked. You looked up at them in shock.

You loved the thought of them wanting to help you. Now neither one of them knew much about your hair curly kinky type but they were always open to learning more about it and asked you questions. “You want to help?’ you ask them with surprise in your voice. “ Yes, why wouldn’t we?” Ask Natasha “Well I mean it is a lot of work and I can't look the prettiest right now.” you say looking down. “I can’t lie you do look a little silly like this but still you are the prettiest anyway you look. I think you look quite adorable like this.” Says Natasha. What she says brings a smile to your face. “Um okay if you guys are sure I would love your help, My arms are tired.” With that, they chuckle a little and sit behind you on the couch. “Okay love you're gonna have to tell us what to do though,” says Wanda “Yes of course” you reply. You had already had the braids cut so they wouldn’t have to worry about that. “So first you're going to pick up a braid, and you can choose to use a rat-tail comb or your fingers. With a rat-tail comb, you will take the end of the comb gently and slowly start to comb the end of the braid to unravel it.”

You demonstrated by using the braid you were working on before they came in. “And if you were to use your fingers, you would do it the same way you would unravel a regular braid, but remember it is still slow and gentle okay?” You look back at them and see them smiling while nodding. “Okay if some of them are a little hard to do just add a little conditioner and it will come out easier.” “okay we got it,” says Wanda. As they start to take the braids down you feel Wanda using her fingers and Natasha using the rattail. Both of them are extremely gentle, Not once pulling too hard. As they complete a few braids you all start to get into a rhythm.

It starts makes you wonder what you were so self-conscious about in the first place. After a while of comfortable silence, Wanda begins to speak. “Thank you for letting us help you with this,” she says “Why are you thanking me, I should be the one thanking you guys. Thank you btw” you reply. “I'm saying thank you for letting us help because this is very vulnerable and we appreciate you letting us get this close to you. For letting us see this beautiful part of you.” “ I couldn’t have said it better myself,” Natasha says. You feel yourself start to get emotional.

You always wanted to be with someone who loved all of you and never made you feel ashamed of yourself and now not only do you have one person who makes you feel that way you have two. “I guess I never really thought about it that way. I'm really glad that I get to share this part of myself with you guys too,” you say. When you turn around to look at them, they're both already looking at you with so much love and adoration in their eyes. You lean up to kiss them “I love you both so much,” you say “We love you more” they both reply. With that, you all continue taking the braids out and time goes by so much faster than it did when it was by yourself. Maybe that was because you had 2 sets of extra hands or because you had your beautiful girlfriends helping you and keeping you company. Either way, before you knew it you were all done. “thank you for helping me again.” you say. “Anytime” Natasha replies. “Okay, now who wants to help me wash it?” “ME!” you hear out of both of your red-headed mouths. You made a mental note to never try and take out your braids yourself again. Why would you when you have 2 very eager girlfriends to help?

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[uchihaharlot]

I didn't mean to break their hearts, I was just curious, srry!😭😭 (but Itachi's one was kinda funny-)

But anyway, now I'm wondering about how they would react if they found out that you can draw really cool and beautiful.

(I'm an artist, so😎)

Nonny 🥹🥹

That put me in an really good mood; lol. That was way too fun to write; maybe I can one day write a super angsty break up (but I love them too much!!!).

I love all artists 😭😭😭 Painters, writers — digital or paper. Anything that expresses the inner workings of someone’s mind and the fact that they can manifest it to reality is so so so beautiful. I hope I’ve secretly seen your art, I’d probably simp over it. Always simp over art. 😂😂🥹🥹

N/SFW; very cute Uchiha men adoring your artwork! 🥹🥹🥹 (ooc Madara??); Simpy Obito; …Scandalous Shisui; abnormally observant Itachi 😂 suggestive themes rolled out the further I got. For some reason, I just had to. (P.s. I should not be allowed to write when tired??? Half of this was done while my eyes rolled shut in bed).

Madara:

It’s not everyday that Madara is blown like a leaf in the wind. When you mentioned being a patron of the arts, he thought maybe the art of battle?? Didn’t expect your weapon to be a paint brush with some acrylic paint. Thought it was some weird jutsu infused shit.

And then you just had to go above and beyond and do a portrait of him for his birthday!!!!! It’s hung on the living room center wall so that it’s the first thing anyone sees! Honestly, this man is a brute, but your art envokes his softer side! A side that he hasn’t been in touch with for…well, a long time.

Makes sure that everyone and I mean, everyone, is aware of your talent! Still, he tries to find the side hussle in it, soliciting customers for you and all. 😭😭 Will trash talk the chalk art children make on the sidewalk, which ‘…that’s not nice, they’re children..’ you say. He shrugs, nobody is as good as you.

Obito:

Finds out and tries to ‘secretly’ commission you lmao. Makes it totally obvious too, his handwriting is shit and eveeeerrryyyyone knows who Tobi really is…. Plus how can you even begin without discussing what he wants done!! Duh, Obito! Unfortunately for him, you are more interested in drawing matters of the flesh. He’ll only show his chest, nothing more.

‘That’s fine.’ You shrug, and get to work. Obito, however, does not have the resolve to sit still! It’s frustrating to no end, but alas, after what seems an eternity— its done. Sort of. Still much to add, but the basics are there and you’ll work better when he’s not asking how does it look every twenty minutes.

Eventually you do finish this beautiful piece of him, and Obito cries. You made his scars tolerable and beautiful with your mind’s creativity, he feels less self conscious about them, only a little.

Shisui:

Is the least normal about it when he discovered your sketchbook — more like snatched and played keep away. Had to fight him for it, literally. Will ask you to paint/draw him naked…many times lol and you respectfully say no... Not that he likes people to see him naked (ok maybe a little?) but he secretly hopes it might happen one day. It would be a private thing for the two of you, cause he wants that ass.

And when you do cave to his whim, just to satiate him. He’s nervous lmao. Had this oh so macho man idea of rocking a hard on but Shisui simply maintains his usual semi. It’s nice though, you make sure it’s extremely detailed..as he asked for.

But, ‘(y/n)… this is chibbi!!!’ Lol, jokes on Shisui!! He didn’t say how to draw his pp.

Itachi:

Is the most normal about it. Though he still will praise you every time you finish a piece and show him, he is still massively impressed. How does your wrist not get tired? …maybe this is why your hand jobs are so good. 😈 Just watching you try a new technique (pointillism, which is my favorite style) makes his wrist hurt. Enjoys when you ask him for ideas! He has lots of them! Mostly…obscure and derelict landscapes though.

Would not be opposed to having his portrait done, but it’s really not his style. He is disciplined enough to sit still but doesn’t see the value in it. Not until the final product is revealed, does he truly understand how important this piece was. You’ve captured his personality in a new light.

[roolette]

Can you please write some tender sex with Kenshi? I’m thinking it happens after he got injured from Mileena. Even though Sento has granted him some form of vision, he still lost his eyes. Maybe he feels self conscious about it, so his fem s/o gives him some loving and reassurance? It’s almost 1:00 am and I had to get this ask through before I fall asleep lol.

Yes ofc!!

Tender Sex with Kenshi

CW: NSFW, afab!reader, fem!reader, cunnilingus, unprotected p in v

A/N: Sorry for the lack of posting! College and life keeps me busy, but to quote fnaf, I always come back!

He's been... distant.

You can't blame him. You know it's not your fault. Not his, either. He's been like this for awhile now, quiet, half-answering your questions, half-smiling, if he smiles at all. You want to get through to him, but you don't know where to start, or if there's anything you can do at all. If one word of comfort, one gesture, could get through, that would be enough. You wonder if anything is enough.

He's getting ready for bed, sighing to himself and mumbling something under his breath. He talks to himself more than you sometimes. It hurts, but you can't blame him. All you can do is try to understand. Kenshi sits on the bed, ready to turn the light off, when he notices your distraught expression.

"Hey," he says, frowning slightly. "Is everything okay?"

And you could cry, because why is he asking that? How can he still be so kind after everything? You should be the one asking him.

"It's not," you swallow. "I'm fine, Kenshi. Really. Are you okay?"

"Me?" Kenshi repeats, like he can't believe someone asked him that.

"Yes, you." You move your hand to place it on his. It twitches beneath yours, but he keeps it in place, lets you hold him. "I know it's been... a lot. I know you're hurting. I notice."

Kenshi's expression softens, betraying the pain that he's tried so hard to hide. You wish you could reach into his heart and take it away. The most you can do is hold him, be by his side. Listen.

"It's," Kenshi starts. He hesitates. "You're still here."

"Of course I'm here," you say. "Why wouldn't I be?"

Kenshi gestures to himself weakly. His hand stops at where his eyes would be.

"I mean, really," he sighs. "I wouldn't blame you. It's a lot. I'm a lot."

"Not to me."

Kenshi's other hand finds your jaw, tracing his finger along the line. He waits for you to nod before pressing his lips to yours, sinking into the feeling, into you. When you break apart, there's a ghost of a smile on his lips.

"Couldn't help it," he says sheepishly.

"No complaints here," you tease. "I love you, Kenshi. All of you. There's nothing that will change that."

His expression softens more, and your heart swells.

"You're right," he says, voice barely above a whisper. "I shouldn't doubt you."

"But I understand if you do," you tell him. "I'm here for you. Either way."

"You're too good to me."

"Just the right amount."

Kenshi's lips find yours once more. He deepens the kiss, pressing you against the headboard as your legs wrap around his waist. You don't want a single part of you not to touch him. You want to feel every part of him, good or bad, it's all him, it's all Kenshi. His hands find your waist, and you nod once more as he pulls your shirt over your head. His lips travel down your neck, your chest, down to your stomach. It tickles slightly, and you stifle a laugh, which he notices. Kenshi chuckles.

"That's all it takes to get you to squirm?" He teases.

"You know there's more."

"Oh," he says. "I know."

His mouth reaches one of your nipples, where he lightly sucks on the bud. You gasp and wrap your arms around his shoulders, already needing to steady yourself. And he's an anchor, always has been.

You reach down to slide your pajama pants off, along with your underwear, and it occurs to you that you're completely undressed while he isn't. That just doesn't seem fair. You grin and pull at Kenshi's shirt. He leans back to remove it before continuing his journey across your skin.

He's teasing you, you both know it. But it's a different kind of teasing. He wants you to fall apart in his arms. It's what you both want. You're safe here.

His fingers reach your clit, moving in slow circles across the surface, causing you to gasp and move your hips with his touch. His fingers slide into your entrance as he moves his mouth down, licking and sucking at the bud, gentle as he is purposeful. You used to joke and tell him that you aren't made of glass, until you realized that he isn't gentle because he thinks you're weak. It's because he wants to be gentle with you.

"Pretty," Kenshi sighs.

You smirk. "Me or my pussy?"

"Why not both?"

His fingers curl up inside you, hitting that spot deliciously. You both know you'll cum if he keeps this up, so he pulls out, placing his slick fingers in his mouth.

Kenshi pulls his pants off, cock already hard, ready for you. He places a hand on your thigh, spreading your legs apart, positioning himself before your entrance. You pull him closer, his head against your shoulder as he slides into you, and you both gasp at the feeling.

He's slow with his thrusts, gentle, hands on your waist, in your hair, everywhere. He wants to feel you. You try to move your hips with him, but he holds them down, shaking his head with a small smirk. He can set the pace.

Kenshi moves, slow and deep, hitting the spot that makes your head light, makes you moan into his skin. He's the only one who can make you fall apart like this, and he knows this; you feel it in the grin he presses against your skin. His fingers move down to your clit again, rubbing circles against the nerves as he thrusts into you. It's him, his fingers, his hot mouth, hard cock, all for you.

You're close. He can tell with how you clench around him. He keeps the pace. All you have to do is feel.

The sensation builds up before it spreads all across you, tingling your skin, setting your very being ablaze. You cum with a whine, head thrown back, hair splayed across the pillow. Kenshi presses his lips to yours and swallows your moans, kissing you through your orgasm.

"I'm..." Kenshi breathes against your lips. "I'm going to-"

You kiss him with a smile.

"Please."

He cums, groaning low against you. A shiver spreads across his skin as he fills you up. Kenshi slumps against you as he catches his breath. You run your hand up and down his back. You gaze up at him with a goofy grin, lovestruck.

"Hi," you say.

Kenshi chuckles. "Hi yourself."

He pulls out of you and stands, leaving the room and returning with a towel and water, cleaning you up as you drink.

"You can talk to me, you know," you tell him. "About anything."

"I know," Kenshi says. You know he means it. "I'm sorry I didn't before."

"You don't have to apologize. I'm here."

"I know."

And he means it.

[oleander-nin]

Horrortober Day 24- Taken(Yandere Rise Leo x Reader)

A/N, not important: My birthday's in 8 days lol. This doesn't have anything to do with the fic, but I'm really excited because I get to take the day off and it's literally the day after Halloween. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

CW: needles, kidnapping, me trying to write Leo differently, dark themes, yandere themes.

Words: 2017

Summary: Leo's heart's in the right place. It always was.

You shift in the chair you were tied to, familiar wooden structure being the same one used for Casey just a few months before. You never imagined yourself in it, especially not tied down. Your head was still spinning from the hard drugs going through your system, the sleep refusing to leave your mind as you fight to stay conscious even now. Leo stands in front of you, his shell against the door of his room. His eyes are cautious, a smile on his face that’s hiding the nervousness in his posture. Neither of you had spoken since you awoke, your mind too hazy to fully understand what was going on.

You try to move your arms again, looking surprised when they don’t come up. The rope dug into your skin, the ties much tighter than necessary to keep you still. Your lidded eyes turn back to Leo, your mouth opening then closing again as you try to speak.

“Why am I here?” You mumble out, your voice heavy and slurred. Leo taps his foot on the ground, not wanting to answer immediately. He seemed unsure, like he was still trying to justify to himself why you, his best friend, was tied to a chair in his room. You let your head fall back against the small bit of wall Leo was able to push you against, your eyes closing again as you try to convince the sleepy feeling to fade. The haze in your mind was slowly dissipating, but it was taking too long for your liking.

“You got hurt.” Leo finally answers, making your head perk up to look at him. You blink slowly at him, trying to decipher what he meant. You look down at your legs, seeing the dark bruises still papered over them like a toddlers attempt at painting. Each one was mottled and ugly, dark stains upon your skin. In this moment, you could barely remember where they had come from, only small instances of people crying your name coming to mind. You look back up at Leo, still uncertain how the bruises tainting your legs(and your arms from the feel of it) contributed to you being here.

Leo seems to understand the look of confusion you shoot him, his soft smile turning into a reserved frown. He taps the floor with his foot for a minute, the cogs behind his eyes turning as he comes up with a way to explain his reasoning while keeping you calm.

“You almost died yesterday,” Leo starts, his voice pained. He pushes off the wall and walks towards you, sinking to his knees as his hands rest on yours. You feel him rub the exposed skin of the back of your hand, your glassy eyes, staring down as you try to remember what he was talking about. Yesterday was a blur to you, only faint words and pain being the placeholders for that day in your mind. Leo swallows, his hands squeezing yours. “I’m not going to risk losing you like that ever again. So you’re staying here.”

Leo’s lips pull back into a small smile, ignoring your stunned face. “It’ll be fun! Like, a permanent sleepover. I’ll teach you how to properly skate, you can have whatever side of the bed you like, and you’ll get to eat Mikey’s great cooking every day. It’s not so bad.”

You stay quiet, just staring down at Leo as his smile slowly drops again, his brow line scrunched in worry. One of his hands moves to cup your face, his thumb gently rubbing your cheek while he softly coos at you. You weren’t sure how to feel about this, half of you feeling it to be a cruel prank while the other… His eyes were too genuine to be fibbing, and he’d never do something like this as a prank. Not to you.

“Leo?” You mumble, blinking slowly at him as the fog slowly starts to seep out of your brain. Something was wrong. Everything was wrong. Leo’s touch burned rather than comforted, but you couldn’t even move away. “What’s going on? I don’t like this.”

Leo lets out a slow breath, still rubbing your face. He looked agitated at your words, but was still holding a soft patience for you. You couldn’t help but be upset, knowing he was treating you like a helpless child. “I know. I know, but you have to listen to me. I’m… You don’t get a choice in this. I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m not.”

Leo’s face is one of pity, like this really was something he felt was a hard but necessary thing to do. You move in the chair, hissing as the fibers of the rope dig into your skin. Leo frowns, moving from a kneel to a bowed stand as he steadies your shoulders to get you to be still. Your face scrunches up into hurt and fear as the situation starts to weigh down on you, your eyes glistening with panicked tears that weren’t ready to fall.

"How can you do this to me? I thought you were my friend!" You say, your breathing getting more and more panicked as you struggle. This was insane, Leo was insane. 

Leo frowns, his hands cupping yours as he forces you to be still from the shock of the sudden touch. His eyes bore into yours, his determined gaze unyielding. “We are friends. I’m doing this for you. Don’t you know how much I love you? How much I care?”

You whine and look away, not liking how pathetic you felt in the moment. Your brain searches for something to say, for something to get him to drop the act and let you go.

"What if someone did this to Mikey?"

Leo scoffs, a near laugh coming from his mouth as his head tilts back. He’s grinning one more, finding you amusing. You felt sick with how much it reminded you of just last week, back when you didn’t even know this was brewing just under the surface. Leo lets his grin spread lazily across his face, his posture more relaxed while he continues to caress your cheeks like he was in a trance. "Mikey would never be in this situation. Plus, if he was, he’d escape and then we’d kill whoever tried." 

"So you admit this is wrong?" I point out, hoping he would now realize how hypocritical he was being.

Leo chuckles again, squashing your wishful thinking. He lets go of your face once more, pushing up on his knees as he stands up. “Nope! I know what I’m doing. Plus, you’re here because I love and care for you, not because I want to do something bad to you. You’re safe here.”

You stay quiet, staring at him in disbelief. He was deluded, so far into his own world of wants that he doesn’t even realize his own injustice. You thickly swallow, trying to keep calm. It was Leo, Leo was reasonable. You just had to reason out of this. “But what about my family? My life? School, work, and everything I’ve been doing since, well, forever? I can’t just leave all of that behind.”

Leo scowls, rolling his eyes. He sits on his bed, starting to take off his arm and leg wrappings. “You don’t need any of that anymore. You have me. You love staying here, I’ve heard you talking to April on how much you hate school and wished you could stay with us anyways.”

Leo looks over at you with a smug grin, feeling proud of having you here with him. You don’t meet his eyes, the situation fully weighing down on you as your breathing stops for a moment. “I just went ahead and made the decision for you.”

You stay quiet. With Leo’s words and his pattern of stubbornness, you knew you weren’t getting out of this without a fight. With a shaky breath, you try again, hoping maybe you could bypass his heart and get to his brain. You just wanted to go home. “I can’t stay here, Leo. What’s Splinter going to say? Your brothers. They won’t let you keep me here against my will.”

Leo chews on his cheek, unsure how to answer. He meets your eyes, pained at the fear and worry that swells through them, but he doesn't crack. This was for you, and he would stand by that until he died. Everything was for you. “They won’t be a problem.”

Your mind instantly goes to the worst, your face falling as you gape at him. Your mouth flaps a couple times, the rope around your chest seeming to constrict even more of your breath. Your voice is airy, fear being the only thing that pushes it out. You couldn’t fathom him hurting his family, but his words didn’t give the mind much to work on other than that. “What did you do to them?”

Leo looks surprised at the question, then his face hardens. “Do you think I’d hurt my family? Is that what you think of me?”

Leo scowls, getting off the bed and heading over to a small desk with a tray of medicine and needles balanced on top of it. Your face blanches at the sight of the needles, your hands shaking as you sink into yourself as much as you can. Leo glances at you, noticing your growing anxiety, but says nothing. The smile on his face makes your heart freeze, suddenly realizing he was enjoying this. Your fear, your worry, the panic coursing through your veins. All of it was feeding into his delusion of you being the helpless darling for him to save.

Leo sticks the syringe into a small glass, sucking up whatever liquid it contained. Despite your shaking and fear, you couldn’t look away. All focus was stuck on the thing you feared, the glint of the needle making your heart hammer against your ribs. Leo continues on, not seeming to mind you panic. His gaze flickers to you for a moment, a soft smile forming that you assumed was meant to be comforting. “Sorry about this, I know you hate needles. But I really don’t want to argue the rest of the night, and pills take thirty minutes to kick in. I’ll be quick, I promise.” 

He sets the vial back on the tray, the needle loose in his hands as he walks over to you. You start to scream, completely hysterical while you rock the stationary chair. Pure adrenaline rushes through your veins, unable to calm yourself down from the one thing you knew Leo was aware you were scared of. You were certain he was doing this on purpose, his satisfied smile making you sob while he rolled you your sleeve and cleaned a small patch on your arm with an alcohol wipe.

His hand wraps around your bicep, keeping you from jerking away while he carefully inserts the needle into your arm. Your mind reels, focused completely on the needle and the intrusion in your skin as you bawl. Leo finishes the injection and puts a bandaid on your arm, smiling cheekily at you despite the trust and boundaries he just stomped on. You don’t look at him, slumping in the chair while your sobs wrack your body. He calmly stands up, crossing the room while setting the syringe back onto the tray and disposing of the needle in a small red box.

Your vision swims, the room fading and your cries quieting. Leo breathes out in relief, glad to see you calming down. He watches you fight the drug, knowing you’d succumb to it soon enough. You were so much easier to talk to when you couldn’t think. “Goodnight dear, we’ll try again when you’re calmer.”

His voice echoes through your head as you go limp, the world disappearing and mind sinking through the floor of your head. Your cries cease and Leo’s left with your sleeping self once more, his mind already coming up with a million different ways to convince you of your place by his side.

[444takeomi]

INSECURITIES

: ̗̀➛ summary: 1st gen bd with a small chested s/o

character(s): shinichiro sano, wakasa imaushi, takeomi akashi, keizo arashi

warnings: female reader, nsfw, sfw is still a little suggestive in parts (i have no self control), mentions of body insecurities, rough sex, breast worship, (attempted) tit fucking, lots of praise, degradation, (consensual) photo taking, exchanging nudes, daddy kink, takeomi (lol)

wc: 2.5k (i'm insane)

a/n: i’ve been feeling kinda bad about myself lately so i decided to write this, hopefully it'll help someone else feel a bit better as well. i apologise for any typos or my shitty writing

shinichiro

: ̗̀➛ sfw

- to be honest i think that shin is just happy that you're dating him — you were the first girl to say yes to him after 20 rejections, he really couldn't care less what your body looks like

- that doesn't mean he doesn't find you attractive, if anything he thinks that you're way out of his league and he can't believe he managed to pull you (bless him)

- shin doesn't even realise that you're insecure until you mention it to him, and when you do he can't believe what he's hearing — he literally does a double take and asks if he heard you correctly

- you're the most beautiful girl he's ever seen, it breaks his heart that you don't see yourself the way he does

- i feel like shin would get a little emotional hearing you talk about yourself in such a negative way, he’d pull you into a tight embrace while whispering in your ear through wobbly lips how gorgeous he thinks you are

- shin always showers you in compliments, hoping to help build your confidence — he never fails to catch you off guard and leave you flustered over his sweet comments

- “you’re so pretty, angel. how did i get so lucky?”

- “that looks amazing on you! wow, i can't believe you're mine.”

- “baby, you’ve got the cutest smile i've ever— nooo, don't hide! i wanna see your cute face.”

- whenever you're feeling bad about yourself shin will always hold you in his arms, telling you how much he loves you and how worthy you are — sometimes his words make you tear up because of how much of a sweetheart he is

- seriously, how did he get rejected 20 times?

- overall shin is such a sweet guy, he knows he won't be able to magically get rid of your insecurities (as much as he'd like to), but he hopes over time you’ll start to feel a little more confident in your appearance and start seeing yourself through his eyes <3

: ̗̀➛ nsfw

- the first time you took your bra off in front of shin he literally almost creamed his pants

- he had seen plenty of tits in porn, sure, but all those videos and magazines paled in comparison to the sight in front of him — the sight of the girl he loved more than anything in the world half naked in his lap, her pretty mounds on display for him

- shin was so giddy when you let him play with them, he couldn't wipe the lovesick grin off his face as he cupped and squeezed the warm flesh beneath his palms

- he was instantly addicted to the softness of your skin and how sensitive you were to his touch

- you could feel his cock throbbing beneath you as he fondled your breasts — you couldn't help but start rolling your hips against his, whining at the feeling of his bulge grinding against your clit

- he had to ask you to slow down so he didn't cum right then and there </3

- i think shin is someone who likes to worship your body during sex, especially the parts you're most self conscious about

- loves the little mewls and whimpers you let out as he kneads your small breasts in his larger hands, it drives him crazy whenever you arch your chest into his palms

- “y’like it when i play with these perfect little tits, baby?”

- loves to run his tongue over your nipples until they pebble under his touch and your hands are tangled in his hair, won't stop until you’re absolutely soaked and writhing beneath him

- sometimes shin cums really fast during sex, especially if you're facing him — he just can't get enough of your blissed out face and pretty tits </3

- whenever you take your shirt off in front of shin he always looks at you with so much love and desire, it's hard to feel insecure around him as it's plainly obvious how much he adores you

wakasa

: ̗̀➛ sfw

- in my opinion waka seems like the kind of guy who actually has a preference for small chests, he thinks they're pretty <3

- i have a hc that he was often teased for his height when he was younger, so if you’ve ever experienced negative comments about your body growing up he can definitely empathise with how you feel

- if he ever hears anyone commenting on your chest size he won't hesitate to beat the shit out of that person — especially if he’s drunk

- unlike shin, i don’t think waka is big on words of affirmation, but rather he shows his love for you with physical affection

- his hand is always on one of your breasts whenever you cuddle, most of the time it's not even sexual and he’s just enjoying the warmth beneath his palm

- loves resting his head on your chest and listening to your heartbeat, absentmindedly rubbing your waist with his thumb

- if he notices that you're not wearing a bra he’ll come up behind you and cup your breasts under your shirt

- “why would you need a bra when i’m right here?”

- he’s also incredibly clingy, he doesn't like to be apart from you and will often follow you around the house like a lost puppy — has walked in on you halfway through changing several times

- “waka, i need to change.”

- “so?”

- “can you leave for a minute?”

- “nah, i’m enjoying the view.”

- waka is always teasing you, but you can't deny the fact you have to fight the urge to smile whenever you roll your eyes at his flirty comments

- despite the fact waka doesn't often reassure you with words, his actions themselves speak volumes and you can tell how much he appreciates you just from the way he looks at you

: ̗̀➛ nsfw

- waka being touchy definitely translates into the bedroom as well — his hands are almost always touching your chest in some way during sex

- his palms always seem to find their way to your breasts whenever you make out, groping them through your shirt as you whine and squirm in his lap

- “you like that, princess?”

- his favourite position is cowgirl because it gives him full access to your chest, loves rolling his thumbs over your nipples and sucking on your tits while you mewl and bounce desperately on his cock

- waka will always end up marking your chest with hickeys and lovebites, he gets very possessive during sex and it's honestly so hot

- “see these? they're fuckin’ mine, you got that?”

- loves whenever you wear one of his oversized shirts after sex because he can see your hardened nipples through the fabric, sometimes he gets bricked up again when you two are cuddling because he can feel your nipples pressing against him through the thin material

- waka loves that you don't need to wear a bra with certain outfits, again he often gets hard in public seeing your nipples peeking through the fabric of your shirt

- he can't help it, he's so obsessed with your body — you literally drive him crazy <3

- waka absolutely loves nipple piercings and thinks they look especially hot on smaller tits, encourages you to get them pierced and if you already have yours done he won't be able to stop sucking on them

- his oral fixation is showing

- speaking of oral fixation, eating you out is his favourite pastime — he loves sucking your clit into his mouth as he fondles your tits, and will absolutely groan into your pussy if you arch your chest into his palms

- overall he's super horny for you (who can blame him though <3)

takeomi

: ̗̀➛ sfw

- now listen💀 i feel like omi is the kind of guy to unintentionally give you those backhanded type of compliments if you express insecurity about your chest size

- “they're not small, they're perfect.”

- “it's fine, i'm more of an ass guy anyway.”

- the thing is he genuinely means well and thinks you’re perfect the way you are — he just has a hard time showing it and doesn't realise what he says could potentially rub you the wrong way

- despite having a way with words i still think he'd be kinda hopeless at first if his partner opened up to him about their insecurities

- he's trying his best </3

- i feel like since omi struggles to express his feelings he doesn't openly tell you he loves you very often — however you once overheard him softly whisper how much you meant to him when he thought you were asleep, and to this day he still doesn't know you heard him </3

- he prefers to show affection through buying you gifts and taking you shopping, lets you use his card and tells you to spend as much as you want

- he loves to spoil you

- will carry all your bags for you whilst you're shopping, he can be quite the gentleman since he's got a huge soft spot for you

- he’ll never admit it though <3

- omi will always tell you how pretty you look whenever you try something on, and there have been times where you've had to slap his wandering hands away when he's gotten a little too touchy in public

- he really has no shame ahaha

- if there's an item of clothing that you like but it’s too baggy around the chest area he’ll get it tailored for you so it fits you perfectly — wants you to feel confident in yourself and not have to worry about whether certain clothes will fit you

- in conclusion omi might not be good at showing it outwardly but he loves you way more than you know <3

: ̗̀➛ nsfw

- while omi might not be the best at expressing his feelings with words, he definitely knows how to pound you into the mattress until your thighs are shaking and your pussy is creaming around his cock

- he loves cupping your breasts in his hands whenever he hits it from behind, the feeling of your hardened nipples under his palms drives him fucking insane

- he can be a bit of a sadist so don't be surprised if he starts tugging on them, will absolutely blow your back out if you start whining or squirming

- “you like it when daddy gets rough with these perky tits of yours, yeah? you little slut.”

- loves to degrade you but will never aim it at your insecurities, thinks you look so pretty beneath him and will gladly let you know

- “look at you, pretty body all laid out for me. you're a sexy little thing, aren't ya?”

- going back to omi spoiling you, he loves buying you lingerie and you're always ending up with new sets — don't try anything on in front of him though because he won't be able to resist you <3

- one time omi asked you if he could fuck your tits, you were a little reluctant to try as you were worried you wouldn't be able to satisfy him — it ended up with him just grinding on your chest, but he came unbelievably fast and shot his load all over you

- from then on he realised how much he liked cumming on your breasts, and will now cum on them at every opportunity

- whenever you suck him off omi always asks if he can blow his load on your tits — tells you how fucking hot they look covered in his cum, nipples hardened and goosebumps across your skin

- has snapped a picture of your cum covered tits (with your consent, of course) and jerks off to it regularly

- it's no surprise that omi smokes after sex — he’ll have a cigarette in one hand and one of your breasts in the other <3

keizo

: ̗̀➛ sfw

- if you ever tell benkei that you're self conscious about your body he’ll engulf you in a big bear hug

- i just know he gives the best hugs <3

- he's a great listener and he'll always be there for you if you ever need to rant to him

- whether it's about having a hard time feeling feminine enough, struggling to find bras that fit or having been made fun of for the way your body looks — benkei will always sympathise with you even if he can't personally relate to what you're going through

- he always seems to know what to say to make you feel better and gives you great advice

- reminds you that you're beautiful no matter what and other people’s comments shouldn’t determine the way you feel about yourself

- benkei tells you that if anyone makes negative remarks about your appearance then that says way more about them than it does about you

- he says that people who are unhappy with themselves often project their insecurities onto other people — even if it's hard not to let their words get to you, you shouldn't take it personally

- he's very mature and level headed, me thinks

- might make a lighthearted joke that his chest is big enough for the both of you, just to see you smile <3

- benkei wants to help build your confidence, he reminds you that beauty comes in all shapes and sizes and that you don't need to look a certain way to be attractive

- he hates whenever you talk down on yourself or make self deprecating jokes about your appearance — will silence you with a kiss you before sternly telling you not to talk about yourself like that

- has told you that he loves your chest because whenever he hugs you it just means he gets to be closer to your heart

- he's secretly a big softy <3

: ̗̀➛ nsfw

- i think benkei has a size kink, and the way your small breasts are swallowed under his huge palms honestly does something to him

- at first you were worried he would think there was nothing to grab, since his hands were so much larger in comparison — however benkei was quick to reassure you, telling you how much he loved them and how sexy you were

- it drives him crazy how sensitive your tits are and how he can get you worked up from just a few touches, will tease the hell out of you for it

- “look at you, already such a mess for me. what's got ya so worked up, hmm?”

- if you're feeling insecure benkei will happily fuck you in front of a mirror just so you can see how gorgeous you are — constant praises will fall from his lips as he pounds his thick cock into you <3

- “see that? see how pretty you are, darlin’?”

- “keep lookin’ at your perfect little body, baby. that's it, that's my good girl.”

- benkei loves watching you grow in confidence over time as you become more comfortable with your body — goes absolutely feral when you tease him by sending pictures of your exposed tits while he's at work

- has to excuse himself to the bathroom just so he can jack off to you <3

- isn't shy about sending you photos back to show you what you're doing to him — it's usually one of the huge tent in his boxers with a noticeable damp patch on the fabric or (your favourite) his hardened length fully exposed and drooling with precum

- benkei loves showering with you, the sight of the water running over your small breasts makes blood rush to his cock

- has fucked you in the shower countless times, picking your body up with ease and pinning you against the wall as he rocks his hips into yours

- loves to help you wash afterwards, lathering soap along your soft skin and caressing every inch of your perfect body <3

please do not translate, repost, or share my writing on any other platforms eg. tiktok

[wands-natsthing]

Helping you take your braids out

This story was on my old acct @wandanatsthings I made a new one (aka this one) which will be the acct I use from now on.

Hii, so I’m writing this fic because I see ALOT of Wandanat x Reader where Reader is Basically just skinny white girls and while there’s nothing wrong with that I would love to see something more diverse so this is that enjoy :)

(P.s im dyslexic I’m trying my best)

Word count 1.1k

Warnings: If you consider fluff a warning then ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ lol I don’t think there are any, but lemme know if you see anything please!

Summary: Wanda and Natasha help you take out your braids

y/n pov It was a Saturday morning and your girlfriends were at work, you were home alone so you decided that it would be a great time to take your braids out. You had them for three months now and your new growth was insane. You had been dreading taking them out because you didn't want your girlfriends to see you like that you thought they would judge you. So now really was the only time to do it so you could have it washed and in a new style hopefully before they got home. You checked the clock on your phone to see how much time you had. You were grateful to know that It was only 9:30 meaning you had plenty of time before they came back tonight at 8. With that, you got up and went into the bathroom to grab everything you needed to bring out into the living room so you could watch TV while you did the tedious task.

It was only about 4:30 and you barely had half of your braids down. Your arms were tired and your back began to hurt. This would be a lot easier if I had help. As soon as that thought crossed your mind. You heard the front door open and close. That couldn't be them. Their home way too early you thought...

Nats pov

Wands and I had left the house around 9:00 this morning leaving y/n home by herself. When we got to work we checked our to-do list to see what it was we had to get done today. Turns out we both only had mission reports due, So we both decided we'd work here at the Avengers Tower for a while and then come home early to surprise y/n.

Wanda's pov

After leaving the Avengers Tower, we went back home to surprise you. As we walked through the house, we could hear your favorite TV show playing and you calling out our names. When we turned the corner into the living room, we saw you surrounded by all kinds of hair products and tools.

y/n pov

As I heard the door shut I called out to see if it was them. “Wands?” “Nat?” After a few short moments, you see them round the corner with smiles on their faces. “Hi…guys, what are you doing home so early?” you ask them feeling a little self-conscious because they were seeing you exactly how you didn’t want them to. “We decided to come home early and finish our mission reports here to spend some time with you,” says Wanda. You look up at them with a smile on your face “Aw guys that's so sweet thank you” You tell them. “Of course detka, Um what's going on here?’’ asked Natasha. You then look around to see all of the combs, conditioner, and grocery bags that surround you. You look up at them and say apprehensively “I'm taking my braids out…” What you hear next surprises you. “Oh well, can we help?” Wanda asked. You looked up at them in shock.

You loved the thought of them wanting to help you. Now neither one of them knew much about your hair curly kinky type but they were always open to learning more about it and asked you questions. “You want to help?’ you ask them with surprise in your voice. “ Yes, why wouldn’t we?” Ask Natasha “Well I mean it is a lot of work and I can't look the prettiest right now.” you say looking down. “I can’t lie you do look a little silly like this but still you are the prettiest anyway you look. I think you look quite adorable like this.” Says Natasha. What she says brings a smile to your face. “Um okay if you guys are sure I would love your help, My arms are tired.” With that, they chuckle a little and sit behind you on the couch. “Okay love you're gonna have to tell us what to do though,” says Wanda “Yes of course” you reply. You had already had the braids cut so they wouldn’t have to worry about that. “So first you're going to pick up a braid, and you can choose to use a rat-tail comb or your fingers. With a rat-tail comb, you will take the end of the comb gently and slowly start to comb the end of the braid to unravel it.”

You demonstrated by using the braid you were working on before they came in. “And if you were to use your fingers, you would do it the same way you would unravel a regular braid, but remember it is still slow and gentle okay?” You look back at them and see them smiling while nodding. “Okay if some of them are a little hard to do just add a little conditioner and it will come out easier.” “okay we got it,” says Wanda. As they start to take the braids down you feel Wanda using her fingers and Natasha using the rattail. Both of them are extremely gentle, Not once pulling too hard. As they complete a few braids you all start to get into a rhythm.

It starts makes you wonder what you were so self-conscious about in the first place. After a while of comfortable silence, Wanda begins to speak. “Thank you for letting us help you with this,” she says “Why are you thanking me, I should be the one thanking you guys. Thank you btw” you reply. “I'm saying thank you for letting us help because this is very vulnerable and we appreciate you letting us get this close to you. For letting us see this beautiful part of you.” “ I couldn’t have said it better myself,” Natasha says. You feel yourself start to get emotional.

You always wanted to be with someone who loved all of you and never made you feel ashamed of yourself and now not only do you have one person who makes you feel that way you have two. “I guess I never really thought about it that way. I'm really glad that I get to share this part of myself with you guys too,” you say. When you turn around to look at them, they're both already looking at you with so much love and adoration in their eyes. You lean up to kiss them “I love you both so much,” you say “We love you more” they both reply. With that, you all continue taking the braids out and time goes by so much faster than it did when it was by yourself. Maybe that was because you had 2 sets of extra hands or because you had your beautiful girlfriends helping you and keeping you company. Either way, before you knew it you were all done. “thank you for helping me again.” you say. “Anytime” Natasha replies. “Okay, now who wants to help me wash it?” “ME!” you hear out of both of your red-headed mouths. You made a mental note to never try and take out your braids yourself again. Why would you when you have 2 very eager girlfriends to help?

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Feedback welcomed!!

[nalyra-dreaming]

Hi,I hope we are not too annoyed with all our questions.

I'm new to the fandom,and after watching the show I really thought that Loustat would be the popular ship.I know most people are multi-shipper here,but it's funny how Louis and Lestat are not popular together. It seems like you've been here longer than many of us (books and Tv show)from you observations do you see major differences between fans favorite in the show and the books?

Also,have you changed your opinion on a character because of the show?

Not really to the latter.

I think the show cast the characters perfectly, so they fit for me. :) I like this Louis more, if anything. They enhanced him (though they did enhance them all, imho).

We lucked out so badly.

As per Loustat... *sighs*

You have to understand that Lestat is seen by many as the big bad abuser ™, and nothing else. No matter how often cast, crew, writers and creators have said that we have seen only half the story, no matter how often errors in the tale have been pointed out, no matter how often I have dug out the episode insider with Rolin pointing out the "tinkering" even then... anyone who doubted Louis' tale in any kind of fashion was met with accusations of racism and slurs.

I'm not kidding. I wish I was. I still have comments on my fics that I left there, on purpose. I have the asks here. There are people who call themselves my "number one hate blog".

I don't want to rehash all that now.

But imagine trying to write coming from the books, knowing what will happen, seeing the "seeds" in the show (as Assad called it), reading the interviews, knowing the tale will shift... and being met with something like that.

And now imagine not having the book background, and being harassed on anon, or with comments. And not having the background to defend your ship.

And I don't even mean actual criticism here, if valid or not.

No, I mean harassment. Accusations, death threats. Comparisons to the KKK. Whole campaigns against me, and others. Not kidding. I put my rants into my bio if you're interested, lol.

This is the fandom where I started blocking in earnest, and I come from friggin' Hannibal.

A tale like this, with racial changes in a color-conscious way (which actually brought the difficult topics into play (and I love them for it!)), left hanging for 18 months... that didn't do the fandom any good.

And some of the comments in the podcast didn't do it any good either with the expectations it raised, and which will be now... well. Not wholly disappointed, but... some took that as gospel. When it's not. It will be a bit messy soon, and with what's to come wrt to Claudia, too.

Soooo... that is why Loustat isn't particularly popular right now.

That will change though.

Rolin, as well as Sam and Jacob keep repeating that this show is built around Loustat.

Loustat are at the heart. They are the heart.

The books start and end with them.

The show foreshadows their dance at the end.

I for one am continuing to write for them, even if I have currently hit a wall on my current fic, but I was mightily distracted by all the new content^^ (like everyone else I think^^).

I love that they are so complicated, and messy, and petty, and so, so IN LOVE.

Jacob called it that, too. "Petty and in love".

And they are.

PS: And no worries re asks :) I love talking to you guys^^

[funishment-time]

🔵 Kodaka BlueSky Q&As: Rain Code Characters (All)

⚠️ DISCLAIMER: Please be advised! Translations of all Japanese answers derive from a combination of Google Translate and my manager's three-quarters-remembered Japanese. We've tried our best to work out what he's saying, but there will be mistakes here and there. Do not take this as gospel!

To avoid spreading too much misinfo, where we're completely boggled about an answer, we've decided not to even make an attempt. We'll still list the post, but mark it accordingly.

➡️ AN IMPORTANT NOTE FROM KODAKA BEFORE READING:

First of all, the questions answered here are not official. Everything that is official is what is said within the work. In contrast, this is simply what Kodaka, the creator, thinks, and it is not the correct answer. Use this as a starting point to enjoy the depth of each character, or to say, "That's not right!" and enjoy it with your own interpretation. I think of this as a way of communicating with the characters who live in fiction. This is important, so please spread the word.

💕 FEBRUARY 2024:

Q: I love shinigami chan. Please make games forever!

A: YES

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Q: What happened to everyone at Amaterasu Company after the main story?

A: Yomi [Hellsmile] is growing magmatically angry with the opportunity to revolt while imprisoned…!

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Q: Why does Vivia wear such stringy underwear? Does he untie it every time he takes a bath or something?

A: I feel like he just goes in like that.

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Q: Was Vivia's umbrella tattoo done in Kanai? I was curious because that was the only tattoo related to rain.

A: I think he likes the gloomy rain. I'm sure he doesn't think Kanai Ward is so bad.

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Q: The pattern on Director Yakou's uniform is really cool, is there a reason for that?

A: I leave that up to Komatsuzaki-kun, but being a detective is, after all, a job in the underworld, so I think it's better to have that sort of shady side to it.

NOTE: Komatsuzaki is the guy behind Danganronpa and Rain Code's art.

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Q: [the question has since been deleted, but I remember it was about the ages of Master Detectives in Rain Code]

A: It varies quite a bit, but let me just say that most are in their 20s to late 30s. By the way, I'm 45. Oh, you didn't hear that.

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Q: How much does the director smoke in a day? That ashtray is disgusting.

A: That's probably three packs a day. I smoke half a pack a day. Oh, you didn't hear that.

NOTE: We're pretty sure this is about Chief Yakou.

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Q: I would like to hear about your impressions of the masked man, and what you were conscious of when writing. I will continue to support your work☔️

A: He's nonchalant, talks about himself without listening to what the other person has to say, but seems intelligent. That's the impression I get.

NOTE: This is about Rain Code's Makoto.

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Q: Kodaka-san!! Thank you for your wonderful works as always ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎⊹ Amaterasu is exactly my type of organization (especially the head of security...!) Even if it's not a sub-story, I'd like to know if you have any small details that haven't been made public 🙏🏻💞

A: Thank you! Of all the Amaterasu characters, Komatsuzaki-kun was most enthusiastic about the robot researcher.

NOTE: We're pretty sure this is about either the character known as "Akira" or Yakou's wife.

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Q: A question about Rain Code: Are there plans to release a book that delves deeper into the backstories of the people who appeared in Chapter 0?

A: If there's a demand, I'd like to see a spin-off novel or something...

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Q: Excuse me for asking a question about Yuma, the main character of Raincode! What type of woman does Yuma like?

A: I wonder...! I think he's a pushover. lol

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Q: The names of the characters in Rain Code are sprinkled with elements of Japanese mythology, but is there any inspiration or backstory for this? Is there a reason why you named Makoto after the god of fire?

A: It all started with me wanting to incorporate a Japanese flavour.

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Q: Rain Code was really fun! I wonder if there will be an "if" story where the five train detectives (all real) arrive in Kanai Ward!? I'm ready to buy all the DLC and whatever else it takes👍

A: I would love to depict stories of their success. It would add more depth to Chapter 0.

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Q: Are there any characters who are certain that Halara's gender is this or that?

A: I don't think anyone can ask. Even if they did, Halara would probably think there's no point in answering. They might tell someone they like...

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Q: Mr. Kodaka, what is your impression of Director Yakou of Rain Code?

A: He's caring but also lazy, sloppy but cool... I think he's a very human detective.

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Q: Is Vivia's name a reference to the movie "Ghosts of the Sierra de Cobre"? Are there any other works that the names of the other characters are also based on?

A: I'm ashamed to say that I hadn't heard of that movie. The characters in Rain Code were named with an emphasis on giving them a stateless feel, and on the sound of the name.

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Q: Was there a deciding factor in casting Uchida Yuuma for the role of Seth?

A: I basically leave the casting up to the sound company. They did a very good job.

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Q: I'm sure Desuhiko has picked up as many women as there are stars in the sky, but does he actually have much experience in love?

A: Although he is not unpopular, he is most likely rejected quickly.

🍀 MARCH 2024:

Q: I'd like to know the ages of the Resistance members (even a rough estimate is fine if you haven't thought about it)! Since Iruka is planning to receive a birthday present from her parents, is she the youngest member?

A: Judging from his voice, Shachi sounds like he's 52 years old.

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Q: Excuse me.Who is most given chocolates on valentine day in raincode ?

A: Maybe, Vivia.

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Q: Why did Shinigami-chan give Halara-san the nickname "Hellara"?

A: I wanted Halara to be so stoic it drew Shinigami's attention.

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Q: There may not be sushi in Kanai Ward, but I'd like to know what your favorite sushi toppings are, folks at the detective agency.

A: Desuhiko likes sea urchins, Yakou likes mackerel, Vivia doesn't feel like eating, Halara likes maki rolls, and Fubuki tries to save the fish with time reversal.

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Q: [The question has since been deleted, but I believe it was about Seth's childhood.]

A: His childhood must have been similar to that of Jataro [Kemuri]...

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Q: I would like to hear about Martina's "calculation" of Yomi, which came up in a previous Rain Code interview. Did you have any stories in mind, Mr. Kodaka?

A: She thought she could use Yomi's favor to advance her own career.

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Q: I'd like to know the name of the Amaterasu Researcher who appears in Director Yakou's DLC!

A: His wife? It's a secret! I only tell people when I'm drunk, so... nope. (said cutely)

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Q: I'm guessing the age order of the train detectives is Zange > Melami > Zilch > Aphex > Pucci, is that correct?

A: There are various theories about the location of Melami [in that order].

🥬 APRIL 2024:

Q: Do special abilities have a genetic component? (e.g., Vivian's family is more likely to see spirits)

A: Sometimes it is and sometimes it is not. It is said that the Clockford family will rarely produce a child like this due to genetics.

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Q: Sorry if this has already been mentioned❗️ Harara Nightmare's gender is unknown, but do they ever wear feminine clothes like skirts as fashion?

A: "No. I only wear clothes that are easy to move in."

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Q: Halara is often depicted holding a lollipop, but do they have a favorite flavor?

A: Anything as long as it's sweet. It's to get the sugar needed for that person's brain.

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Q: I played Raincode to the end ☔️ I love the masked man...! I'd be happy if you could tell me anything about him.

A: "I made the masks myself. I made them suspicious on purpose to scare people away."

NOTE: This is about Rain Code's Makoto again.

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Q: A question! I'm curious about what method the Raincode super detectives used to get into Kanai Ward! What other routes could they have taken besides the Amaterasu Express!? I'd be happy if you could tell me who got there and how!

A: I'm saving [this info] so I can make a special edition someday! lol

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Q: who would you choose to solve a mystery and why? kirigiri, saihara or halara?

A: It would be great if the three of them performed together!

🌺 MAY 2024:

Q: What do you think about animals other than dogs and cats, Halara?

A: "More precious than humans."

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Q: Can Chief Yakou cook?

A: "I can make lazy meals."

☀️ JUNE 2024:

n/a

🎇 JULY 2024:

n/a

[luminouslywriting]

Hi!!! I wanted to come here and say Timeless is amazing!!!

I've just seen that you've opened your headcanon requests!! I'd love to see your headcanons for taking Buck's virginity (if that's something you wanted to write of course)

Okay Imma give this a go 🤦🏻‍♀️ but I warn you....I'm so inexperienced about writing this sorta thing and kinda bashful about the entire thing. And please note I don't write FULL smut scenes, so hopefully this is what you wanted haha :) Sorry it's not longer lol??

-Also, a very big thank you to @lambcow for helping me talk through some of these things and adding to the ideas :) You DA BEST!

Reminder, my requests are INDEED open :)

Warning: Spice below cut

-So I really feel like a lot of the entire situation and how he's going to act depends on WHEN it happens

-If it's before he leaves for the war, then there's a layer of confidence that he has going into the entire situation because you two know each other and he has had time to build up to things

-But if it's during the war or after the war, I think there's added emotional layers that have to be considered. Because, yeah, this is a war and people die and the risks are high and he doesn't strike me as the type of person to just sleep with ANYONE, so that means that if you're with him, it's because he's committed.

-That being said, if it happens DURING the war, it's probably more of a rushed thing that doesn't have a lot of thought process going into it.

-Either way, I think he's an emotional wreck (see @precious-little-scoundrel for more on that particular plot point when it comes to Gale Cleven and his sex life) (BUT SERIOUSLY GO CHECK OUT MARINA'S STUFF, it's AMAZING!) Like this man would cry tears of either joy or out of feeling too many things at once

-Continuing with the during the war thought process, whether it be because you're a nurse or a civilian or whatever it is that places you with him in England, that means that it's an emotionally charged build-up towards this

-I think he's GREAT with the foreplay for sex genuinely. He doesn't strike me as the sort of person to just have sex whenever, but sexual acts....maybe that's another story haha

-He's a biter and a hickey maker, I don't make the rules here

-SO VOCAL AND EMBARRASSED ABOUT IT; like the whimpers—don't even get me started

-Like he can't help but make sounds, especially if you're getting particularly handsy or leaving a hickey on this particular spot behind his ear

-Likes it when people pull his hair

-As stated before, I think he's a soft-dom! and I think where it's his first time, he's figuring that out, so it's a lot of trying to figure out what's going to make both of you feel good

-Big on praise, especially his first time; and he wants you to be vocal and let him know how you're feeling and if things are going well too

-It's a learning process lol

-BUT if it's AFTER THE WAR

-Ooh boy, this angelic man has so many insecurities after the war and it would take him some considerable time to slip into a state of comfortability to want to have sex

-That being said, he's taking his time with things and going slow, almost torturously slow

-EYE CONTACT

-He's also a hand holder during sex

-He likes to touch with an INTENSE gaze and likes noises from you as well

-And because he's such a quiet man most of the time, a lot of how he expresses things is through touch. However.....sex is the exception to this. It's a near constant stream of words of praise and admiration and SO MUCH body worship

-When he figures out how exactly to coax certain sounds from you, he's absolutely going to be utilizing that in the future

-Almost is a little feral in the way that he wants to just make things perfect for both himself and for you

-Gale might be a LITTLE self-conscious about himself, especially post-war, but any praise from you would settle that matter and consider it closed haha

-Body worship is half the foreplay for him, for SURE

-And you can bet that he's VERY sweet about things every time he has sex, not just the first time; whether it be pre-war, mid-war, or post-war :)

[silverzoomies]

Polaroid

peter maximoff x reader smut

warnings: solo masturbation. that's pretty much it, sorry

word count: 2,625

a/n: i wrote about him jerking off again. whoops. i've been absent for a week. but i'll be home tomorrow !! and hopefully i can get back into the flow of writing. until then, here's this rushed, unpolished thing i wrote on a whim !! it's super clunky and i'm so sorry lol !!

edit: made some minor changes to this. fixed some things that felt off, but overall it's still the same idea.

taglist: @dewberryobssesed @violetharmonscupcake @kaismanwich @jellyluvr @icannot3 @taintandviolent @ahoyladiesz (as usual, ask to be added !!)

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Home alone, at long last. Helllllllz to the yeah. Down in the heart of his (mom’s) basement, Peter lies lazily on his back in bed. Today, it's one of those slow, hot afternoons midway through summer. Sunny, with a slight overcast. Peter hasn’t been outside to see it for himself. But he heard some guy on the radio call it “totally tubular” weather for a day at the beach.

He almost wishes he’d take a two second run to the Bahamas, or somewhere else. Peter could kick it back on a towel and watch babes in bikinis walk by. Maybe he could even stir up some trouble in the sand. Like he used to do, way back in his childhood. Just for some extra mayhem.

Alas. Today, Peter feels lazier than lazy. He’s found a new name for himself in Lazyville. As the leading candidate in the office of laziness. Speeding all around the globe for the umpteenth time this week sounds like too much work. Even a super powered mutant, living life in the fast lane, has his off days sometimes. What’s one break, eh? Breathing a sigh, he stares up at the ceiling. Earphones rest over his ears. Peter listens to a melodious tune by Jefferson Starship. Over his belly, he twirls his thumbs, bobbing his head along with his jams. Chillaxin’ and relaxin’ as one should on his day off. Hm.

Except, Peter’s kind of antsy. No one’s home at the moment. He has all this free time to do whatever he wants, in the privacy of said home. With not a soul around to judge him, or even bug him. And listen. It’s been centuries since he got off. Which may or may not be a slight exaggeration.

But wouldn’t you believe it? Despite his uniquely handsome features and outrageously fit bod; Peter has absolutely no game whatsoever. Crazy, right? Who woulda thought it? The dude who locked himself away in his (mom’s) basement for a good ten years. He’s awkward as hell? Say it ain’t so! Whoa!! Insane in the membrane!!!

Not to mention, it might as well have been a geological age since he got laid. Whatever. Who needs the companionship of someone else to have a totally righteous time, huh? Haha…

Ahem.

Today, Peter dubs himself the crowned king of slacking off and jacking off.

Pulling his earphones down to rest around his neck, his fingers move to find his jeans. He teases himself for a beat or two, his palm rubbing over the denim. Another beat, and his cock is freed from the tight, restrictive material. Peter makes a mental note: He might need to invest in looser pants. This pair is rough and uncomfortable around his legs, so he shoves them all the way down to his ankles with virtually no shame.

What does it matter anyway? For the time being, he’s free. At least until his mom gets back, that is. He should really stop thinkin’ about that. Every time Peter remembers - oh, yeah - he’s a grown ass man still living at his mom’s place; it kinda wrecks the vibe. Makes the mood crash and burn. Total boner killer. And he’s not even hard yet.

His half-hard cock rests limply over a curly patch of silver hairs. Peter would never admit it to anyone, but he’s always been self conscious of his hair situation. Some chick back in high school - he can’t even remember her name - said his silvery bush “looked really weird.” Like the pubes of some geriatric. 

Peter can barely picture her face at this point. But the sound of her giggling at his expense is, unfortunately, locked away in his brain forever. Another embarrassing memory to withstand the test of time. Probably until he dies, or becomes a geriatric himself.

What was he doing again? Oh. Right.

Peter gives his dick a firm squeeze, like he’s checking to make sure it’s still there. Before taking the semi-hard length into his hand. Slowly, he strokes himself to hardness. Breathing a relieved sigh, Peter settles into the groovy-patterned sheets of his bed. The smooth tip of his cock inches through his closed fist with every stroke. As his frustration blossoms, his length throbs with an intense longing for something more.

Thick veins pulsate under his hand. Sparkling beads of precum leak from his tip. He coats the head in a generous glaze of slickness, eliciting a hushed noise from the depths of his throat. Keeping himself as quiet as humanly possible is basically a instinctive response. But he doesn’t have to hold himself back right now, does he?

Sweet. Peter’s gonna be as loud and obnoxious as he wants.

Pumping his cock a bit faster, he momentarily stops to fondle his balls. They rest heavy in his palm, smooth to the touch and loose between his fingers. After teasing himself impatiently, Peter redirects his attention to his twitching length. Aching for more stimulation. He jerks off with a pleasurable rhythm. Subconsciously following the beat that resonates from his earphones, his strokes fall into a more consistent pace. He leans further back in bed, letting his lips part. His nerves tingle. And as he revels in the sensation, he loudly moans. Letting the noise rip through the silence of his ( mom’s ) basement.

Said basement has now become more stifling. Kudos to the summertime heat for that one. Peter’s Conan the Barbarian T-Shirt - now damp with his sweat - feels like too much of a hindrance. He pulls the fabric up, letting his upper half breath. With his shirt clamped between his teeth, Peter leaves his body exposed. A sheen of sweat coats his abs, and his pecs raise with each labored breath he takes.

He takes a half second to admire his own physique. Honestly? No bullshit? His body looks pretty damn amazing. If only there were someone around to appreciate how naturally jacked he is. It’s a hell of a tragedy, really. All this smokin’ hot, speedster bod goin’ to waste. Tsk tsk tsk.

Who was he even kidding? Why would anyone wanna waste their time messin’ around with a total shut-in like him?

Dammit. Now's not the time for some hateful, self-ribbing. He should distract himself with something. Something like-

Using the gift of his mutation, Peter increases his speed by a few notches. His fist squeezes tightly around his length, stroking his cock even faster. He groans into his shirt, knitting his brows as arousal washes through his groin in waves. It feels good. Really fucking good.

But it’s not enough. He wants to utilize this free time as much as he can. It’s the perfect opportunity to get even more frisky than he usually would. Peter bolts around the basement, searching for a few hidden��uh…treasures, we’ll call them. In a blink, he reappears on his bed, leaving his overly tight jeans and boxers discarded on the floor.

Lying next to Peter over the wrinkled blankets, rest a bottle of lube - the tingly kind, a stroker toy - clear, with literal, silver lining, and a polaroid photo. The toy hasn’t been used in eons, but its quality is still up to par. Peter made sure to clean it the instant he found it again. And the photo, well…

It’s his own, filthy secret.

A low-res, high flash picture taken of you at last year’s, X-mansion, Halloween party. Whoa, mama. You were scantily clad in the most outrageously suggestive Indiana Jones costume Peter ever saw. Back at the party, you even tipped your hat and cracked the whip a couple of times. Which may or may not have awakened something in him. But that’s beside the point.

You were so tipsy that night. Way more flirtatious than you naturally would be any other day. Peter remembers you pressing your body against his, hanging over him all night like a sexy sack of potatoes. He sat next to you on the couch. With a cheesy grin on his face, he watched your every move. The tiny shorts you were wearing kept riding up your thighs. It was obvious you were braless under a tight, cropped, button-up shirt. Leaving so little to the imagination.

Point blank, it was fucking awesome.

You crossed your smooth legs. One over the other. And you leaned in to whisper something hot in Peter’s ear.

“Take a picture with meeeee, Quickie, I wanna remember this moment forrrever and everrrr.” You pleaded, your breath tickling the skin of his neck. 

What followed, he hadn’t seen coming. As someone - it’s all a blur, Peter can’t remember who - snapped the photo, you pressed your glossy lips to his cheek. Your giggles were so coquettish and teasing, he felt shivers race through his body at mach speed.

“I’m, like, sooooooooo scared of snakes. Geddit? ‘Cuz I’m Indiana? But your snake doesn’t scare me. Can I pet it, pllllleeeassse?” You giggled again with a little whine.

Making an abrupt move, you reached for Peter’s crotch in front of everybody. After zipping away to grab you a solo cup full of water and some bread, Peter snatched the photo from whoever. And he bolted home in a fit of shameful embarrassment.

In retrospect, you weren’t just tipsy. You were majorly smashed. You didn’t remember a single minute of it. Figures. He’s not too surprised you wouldn’t remember flirting with him.

Peter sighs, blinking himself out of the memory. Eager to continue his once-in-a-silver-moon, jerkin’ session. He squeezes a fair amount of lube into his palm, wrapping his large hand tightly around his cock. Over every inch of his aching length, he spreads the slick substance. Tingles sparkle like stars across the hot, velvet skin of his cock. Wet noises echo lewdly through the basement, as Peter pumps his leaking dick fast and hard.

Clenching his shirt between his teeth, Peter tilts his head back. A loud, seething moan slips from his lips, slightly muffled. He pauses again, grabbing the stroker and guiding its smooth slit over the swollen head of his cock.

“MMmmmnnn~!” Peter hums a steady moan, exhaling through his nose.

The inside of the toy feels nothing even remotely close to the real thing. Kind of a bummer. But the tunnel’s soft, bumpy ridges are still a double A plus. A little too good sometimes, actually. The toy slides down Peter’s cock as he pushes his entire length through. It’s a tight fit around him. Tighter than it should be. Which is doing wonders for his confidence. Maybe he should be more proud of his size.

He’s above average enough, the small toy can’t contain the length of him entirely. His weeping tip peeks out the other side of the stroker, prodding through with every pump. Peter breathes another, shuddering moan. His brows crease in pleasure. Pumping his cock with the squishy toy, he whines in desperation. Forcing his thick length through the toy’s tight grip, slick with lube and smooth as silk. The ridges inside tickle and massage his cock, stimulating his buzzing nerves. 

The muscles in his groin tighten, stiffening his legs. Shoving his cock rapidly through the ribbed tunnel of the toy, he groans louder. Letting his needy noises slip as they please. Fuck it. No restraint. Indulging himself further in his degeneracies, Peter keeps your photo close by. He shoots a glance at it, admiring your soft thighs and amazing cleavage.

He daydreams about you. Imagining the way you’d feel around him, squeezing him so much tighter than any toy. You’d be needy and wet for him too, making it so easy for Peter to bury himself balls deep inside you. 

Peter thinks about the way your titties would look, bouncing with each thrust of his hips against you. Would your nipples peak, stiffening under his fingers? How would you react if he had a little fun, and teased you with a superspeed buzz? Would you even like that? Would you think that kinda thing was weird?

He really does want you sooooo bad. But you have absolutely zero idea. Peter knows he’d treat you right if you let him. If you ever gave him the time of day outside of missions, he’d take you on the wildest ride you ever strapped yourself into.

Clenching his teeth hard into his shirt, he wraps both hands tightly around the stroker. Peter leans as far back as he can, bracing his feet flat on the bed. The blankets curl under his toes, as he lifts his hips. Driving his cock through the slick, textured toy and fucking it hard.

“Nnghh…fuuuuck. Fuck.” He groans, voice catching under fabric.

His breaths quicken, and his moans morph into desperate whimpers. Peter aches for your heat, and the closeness of your body. Your gentle touch. Your sweet voice and little whines. He knows, without a doubt, you’d feel beyond amazing. And you’d probably taste so sublime.

Squeezing his eyes tightly shut, Peter whimpers into his shirt. Saliva seeps through the fabric, melting off his tongue and dribbling down his chin. His cheeks burn hotter, turning a brighter shade of crimson.

“Mmmmmfuckyeah-” Peter moans, followed by a muffled mumble of your name.

He fucks his cock through the toy at rapid, superspeed. Lifting his hips off the bed as if roughly drilling into your tight heat. Peter’s cock throbs as powerful surges of electricity erupt in the pit of his belly. Glossy, white streaks of cum spill from his tip, flooding over the toy. Dripping down the squishy sides of it. His cum stuffs the inside full, coating his dick in its stickiness. Peter thrusts his cock fast enough to appear a blur, until he’s completely spent.

Lying in a sweaty heap over his blankets, Peter pants easy breaths. Tousled, silver hair rests messily over his head. He pulls the stroker from his cock, and slick cum trails after it. Wet and thick against his softening dick. He throws his head back into the bed, taking a moment to compose himself.

It’s really crazy that he’s thinkin’ about you like this, isn’t it? He’s honestly really embarrassed by it. Peter grabs the polaroid and stares at it longingly, unable to suppress the grin pressing into his dimple. Damn. He just can’t help himself. No matter what, he’s kinda ride or die for you.

If only he had the balls to tell you up front.

Peter gazes at the photo for a few seconds too long. Lost in the sight of your sexy body again. You’re such a goddamn knockout. He guides his attention to his dick to find…he’s rock hard again? Seriously? Dropping his head onto the bed, Peter groans with agonizing frustration. He just can’t catch a break, can he? Why’s he always gotta be so antsy, so on edge, or so horny all the time??

A faint sound, like creaking wood, graces his ears. Peter tilts his head up instantly.

Only to be greeted by none other than the unexpected sight of you.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck-

You’re standing in his ( mom’s ) basement with your mouth agape. A faint indication of blush paints your cheeks, though he can barely see it. Peter should be moving. He should do what a speedster naturally would do in this kinda situation: Clean up and dress himself in less than a blink’s time. Just to play innocent afterwards. Maybe he could gaslight you into thinking you didn’t watch him get his rocks off.

But he’s stunned to the point of being frozen. Neither of you make a single move. Except for Peter’s dick. It twitches subconsciously in his lap, catching your attention. And your eyes widen further.

He really should’ve gone to the Bahamas. Peter’s betting those beaches are seriously bangin’ at this time of year.

[male-reader-haven]

❚█═Bulking Up, Eh?═█❚

Y/N pays his best friend a visit after working abroad for 6 months.

Tags: Bangchan x male reader, wholesome

Warnings: Suggestive content

Suggested by @dimensionaldrifter , thank you for the adorable concept, I absolutely loved writing this! <3

You take a deep breath as you step out from the plane into the familiar atmosphere.

It's good to be home.

You had previously been involved with a hefty internship at a producing company where you were learning skills and being taught under professional and popular producers and just finished the course with flying colors. It didn't seem like a long time while you were working, since you kept yourself busy with projects and taking better care of yourself, but once the plane touched down it all sunk in; six months of hard work finally paid off! You continue walking to pickup your luggage and make your way back to your apartment, eager to unpack and settle in.

Your apartment is just as neat as you left it, which surprises you slightly since you had left a key with Christopher Chan (you called him Chan), your long time friend, so that he could come and check up on things every once in a while. Back when you were in high school together, you being a senior and Chan being a junior, you remember Chan being forgetful and messy, so you feel warm thinking that he put in extra effort to keep it nice and clean for you.

Ah, I forgot to text him that I landed safely...

You pull out your phone and are met with a new text.

Chan: Hey man! Let me know when you get here, we gotta catch up if you're not too jetlagged!

You smile. Chan always checks in with you, even if you are his hyung, and you find it heartwarming how much he cares. You type a response.

Me: Just got to the apartment. Honestly surprised at how nice it is, I half expected it to be a pigsty 😂

Chan: You gotta give me more credit!! I've gotten better since you've last seen me

Me: So should we meet at your place then?

Chan: No! No, its far too messy lol

Me: Lol ok, lets meet at the cafe in an hour then

Chan: KK

You chuckle to yourself and finish unpacking. Sure, you enjoyed your time abroad, but you miss Chan and your hometown more than anything, and you can't wait to catch up.

After waiting only a few minutes at "The Crick" cafe, you notice a figure walk in wearing a black hoodie and joggers and a casual beanie. You immediately recognize him by his curly brown hair and adorable pronounced nose.

"Chan, over here!" You wave your arm to signal him. His eyes light up when he sees you and he rushes over. You practically jump out of your seat and Chan grabs you into a bear hug.

"Wow man, I feel like you've been gone forever!!!!" He is grinning ear to ear.

"Haha, yeah, I missed you too bud." You laugh and hug him back. You both sit down, grinning ear to ear. You genuinely missed this goofball.

"Gosh, you gotta fill me in on what went down. Don't think I didn't notice your gorgeous biceps. You been hitting the gym?" Chan jokingly winks at you. You laugh.

"Yea actually! I've been trying to be healthier mentally and physically, especially since I've been busy at the internship. I'm pretty proud of my progress." As you talk, Chan sits back and takes it all in, still smiling. He looks you up and down. Conscious of his gaze, you find yourself blushing slightly.

"You should be proud. Dude, you're doing it! You're living your dream and doing what you want to do. You lost weight and started taking care of yourself better. I know how much effort and motivation that takes." He leans forward and puts a hand on your forearm. "I am so proud of you, Y/N!"

You are slightly taken aback by the sudden praise and chuckle nervously. He always finds a way to make you flustered, even if you are older than him. His shining excited eyes remind you of a golden retriever.

"Why don't you come over for a few drinks and hang out? I could use the company. Plus, I owe you for keeping my place up." You take a sip of your coffee. "I can show you some of my routine." You wink and flex at him jokingly.

"Haha, of course I'm down." Chan laughs and glances down for a second, avoiding your gaze. You aren't certain, but you think you spot him blushing.

A few hours later and a few drinks in, you both find yourselves laughing heartily and catching up at your apartment and reminiscing on old times and stories.

"Dude, I will NEVER forget when you got into a fight with that Woojin guy, that was intense." You flick Chan's shoulder as he makes his way to a chair, handing you another drink.

"Yeah well, he deserved it. He was being way too rough with Felix. I swear, I knew that guy was a dick from the start." He grimaces and shakes his head at the memory.

"I think it was really cool of you actually, to step up like that. You're protective. It's endearing." You smile, trying to make him smile again. It works, and Chan turns to you with a soft expression.

"I really fucking missed you."

Something about the way he looked you in the eyes with that soft smile and warm expression made your face go red. You can feel his eyes raking over you.

"Y-yeah. Me too." For a moment you just stare at each other, slightly inebriated from the alcohol, but also just because you were drawn to him. Chan coughs, breaking the tension.

"Be right back, gotta take a leak."

"No worries."

You stand up and take your glasses to the sink while Chan gets up to go to the bathroom. Your heart is beating faster than usual and you feel butterflies in your stomach. Something about Chan is just so adorable, and something so obvious is happening that you are just a little bit too afraid to accept.

"Think fast!" Chan bursts out from the bathroom door to throw a roll of toilet paper at you. It bumps off your back and you turn to face him.

"Oh, it's on!" You grab the roll and throw it back at him, engaging in battle. He catches it and attempts to run smuggling it away, but you run up to him and grab him in a bear hug from behind, turning it into a wrestling match. You both laugh and horseplay for a second, you trying to pry the paper roll from Chan who is holding onto it for dear life. You manage to pry it out of his hands and victoriously push him to against your wall.

"Ha! I win." You hover over him, grinning while holding his hands up to the wall. Chan giggles with his squinted eyes and wide grin that make you feel soft inside, and you stand there for a moment.

"Okay, I may have underestimated just how strong you got. I mean look at you." Chan runs his hand across your arm that is pinning him to the wall, feeling your biceps. You aren't sure if its the alcohol kicking in or your imagination, but you could have sworn that your faces were not this close 10 seconds ago. Chan's smile falls into a longer look, tilting his head slightly and eyes on your lips. Before you even realize what is happening, you find yourself in Chan's arms and his lips on yours.

Fireworks.

You bring your hand to his face and kiss him back. You can feel his arms running down your sides and pulling you closer, and you are locked in a passionate embrace. His lips carry the faint taste of the rice wine you were drinking earlier and you can smell his faded cologne. The feeling of his hands feeling your stomach and abs send a rush to your head as you take it all in. Only when he separates to breathe do you open your eyes.

"F-fuck..." You say under your breath, still recovering from what just happened. You look at Chan, whose eyes show passion and a hint of fear.

"Fuck... good?" He cocks his head slightly and smiles awkwardly, awaiting your response.

"I don't know, do you?" You smirk as Chan blushes deeply. He chuckles and looks down, grinning. You lift his chin to make him look back up at you. "Shut up and kiss me, Christopher Bang." He doesn't need to be told twice. He leans in to kiss you again, this time needier. He turns you around and pushes you to the wall this time, trading places, and hastily you both take each other's shirts off. He holds your arms up on the wall and looks you up and down for the nth time that night.

"God you are one sexy motherfucker."

Chan never fails to make you blush.

Send me suggestions on what to write next! ~ <3

--Masterlist--

[nekohime19]

Bimawen # 2

Let's go for chapter two of this fic. Honestly I think I'll update this once a month bc it's much longer to write than my other fics. Btw I'm beginning to have so much Au of shadowpeach I should make a guide, lol.

The day began like any other. He woke up surrounded by his own clones, his face etched on every bodies running inside of his mansion, and demanded food to be brought with a flick of wrist. His clones hurried to satisfy his desires and brought the freshest peaches of his batch, presenting them to him in haste. They knew better than anyone else how he loathed to wait. Sun Wukong eyed the rosy fruits, picking the roundest, and sunk his fangs in the juicy skin. He ate uncaring of manners, his legs lazily hanging on the edge of his wooden bed. He spends most of his mornings like this, being coddled by his clones until he had to leave his mansion for work. This morning, however, he was broken out of his idle state by a knock on the door. Now, while Sun Wukong was indeed quite friendly with his neighbors he rarely got any visitors. Mayhaps because they were still afraid of what he was capable of, spirits and constellations tended to be quite easy to frighten after all.

Sun Wukong gulped the rest of his peach in one bite and rose from his bed. Because he did not take the time to change last night he was already in his formal robe. He tried to smooth the red cloth, trying to flatten the wrinkles of his hectic night (he was the type to move a lot in his slumber) but quickly abandoned when he saw it was no use. He took his futou, which was laying at the feet of his wooden bed, and placed it haphazardly on his head. It was always quite difficult to perfectly place the cotton hat. He took pride in his luscious mane but it was rather challenging to stuff it inside of the hat. He was not one to be conscious of this sort of thing though, he let the futou slide on his head without any care, not minding his poor appearance. He wandered in his mansion bare footed, drowsy tears nipping at his eyes. He left the westward wing and entered the hall, he yawned before the door, his fangs glinting in the morning sunlight, before kicking the door open. He was quite surprised to see Ganyuin, her disciple and Mansjuri waiting before his door. Like always they were untouched by time, skin smooth like the surface of a quiet lake. Sun Wukong had never engaged with them, their lives as bodhisattvas rarely led them to him, and he hadn't felt the need to seek them.

Guanyin carefully explained why they decided to seek him today, he lightened up at the mention of an attendant, at last the Jade Emperor heeded his request. His gaze fell on the monkey half-hidden behind Guanyin's robe. He was small, no taller than four chi, and had a serpent-like tail that slithered at his feet. He was entirely black, from the tip of his toe to the edge of his snout, black as the night. He reminded the sage of a ruffled crow. He looked like a skeleton coddled in monkey flesh with the morning luster sliding in his fur, his ribcages pierced his sides, digging in his skin.

“That's good! It was time! Why is he so ugly though?” Chirped Sun Wukong as he tilted his head, he wondered if the Jade Emperor stole this pitiful creature from the Region Below and threw it at him to cater to his whims. He would be quite upset if so.

“You're the ugly one.” Replied the black-furred monkey with bared fangs. Sun Wukong felt anger nipping at his skin, he glared at the pitiful skeleton with venom in his eyes. How dare this monkey insult him? If he was lesser than he was, he would take the staff hidden in the crook of his ear and launch himself at the monkey. As it was, he stayed put and scoffed once the pitiful creature hid behind Guanyin's robes.

Coward.

“The Jade Emperor gave you this attendant in hopes of… correcting his ways.” Explained Guanyin, she did not move an inch, letting the monkey cower in her skirts. The blonde-furred monkey frowned at her words.

“What do you mean by correcting his ways?” He asked carefully, not liking the sound of it.

“This is the Six-eared Macaque. He was captured by Erlan Shen after causing several crimes in the Region Below. We hope you can show him the way of goodness.” Explained Mansjuri, not once ashamed by what he was saying.

“I am not a babysitter.” Growled Sun Wukong as he crossed his arms. How dare the Jade Emperor shackle him with this sort of responsibility? He didn't have any interest in correcting the ways of a criminal. He was no warden.

“You don't have to teach him, only guide him through your work.” Added Guanyin. Her words, as always, were imbued with wisdom. Something deeper that he couldn't seize. The blonde-furred monkey loathed it. He did not like the depth of their words. There were few things he did not comprehend in this world, bodhisattvas' intentions were one of them. Sun Wukong glanced at the trembling tail of the Six-eared Macaque, the appendage was too long to be hidden by Guanyin's robe. His gaze softened ever so slightly and he sighed. Even if he had no intention of being a warden he did ask for an attendant. Moreover, he had never seen a monkey as… unique… as this one. It stirred something inside of him. The hope that perhaps he wasn't the only one of his kind. The only one not belonging to any species. He averted his eyes, still quite upset by the monkey comment, but begrudgingly decided to be forgiving.

“Alright. I will take him under my wing.” Both bodhisattvas nodded appreciatively at this, they ushered the black-furred monkey out of Guanyin's robe with kind words. The monkey tentatively peaked out of her skirts and awkwardly stepped out, his long serpent-like tail sweeping behind him like an uncouth imitation of a veil. If Wukong was a lesser monkey, he could have been fooled by the monkey's timid behavior. But the blonde-furred monkey wasn't born yesterday, he could easily notice the defiance shining bright and loud inside of the other monkey's bead-like eyes.

“We leave him in your care, bimawen.” Respectfully nodded Guanyin, she nodded at him, her robes swaying kindly with the motion. Her disciple, Hui'an if he recalled correctly, nodded with her along with Mansjuri. The bodhisattvas left after this, mounting their auspicious bathed clouds (and lion) and disappearing in the Region clear sky. Wukong watched them fade away, turning into wavering dots in the horizon. An uncomfortable silence veiled both monkeys for a little while, neither truly knowing what to say after this… unconventional… meeting. Wukong raked his hand in his luscious mane, almost dislodging his futou with his rash gestures and averted his eyes in irritation.

“Come inside.” He sighed, he gestured to the monkey with a lazy flick of wrist and turned towards his mansion. He heard his new attendant awkwardly approaching, standing a few steps behind him, keeping a reasonable distance between them. Wukong liked to believe it was out of respect but he knew it was more likely out of fear. The blonde monkey pushed the door open and entered the hall with his hands in his pocket. He gestured for some of his clones cleaning the corners of the halls to come closer. The two clones hushered closer, not daring to disobey him. He knew his clones gave themselves names, a lil game they liked to play between them, and with time Wukong gained the ability to distinguish them. The one on the right was Sanwu and the one on the left was Jiuwu. “Take the macaque to the eastward wing, I never use this wing, it'll be his.” It was perhaps a bit much to give an entire wing to a mere attendant but Wukong never used the place and the clones didn't need any sleep. Usually the clones wandered at night and played games with each other until his waking.

The two clones nodded and guided the macaque towards the eastward wing, “Peace and Quiet” was inscribed at its entrance. Wukong watched him until the tip of his serpent tail slithered out of his view, then he returned to his own wing and passed below the “Serene Spirit” carved atop the wing’s entrance. Wukong collapsed on his wooden bed and looked at the ceiling in thought. While it was true that he requested attendants from the Jade Emperor, he expected people with expertise, people who already knew how to take care of horses. He didn't know if he could train someone. He never tried before. It wasn't particularly difficult to take care of the celestial horses once you got the hang of it but still Wukong had never been the type to explain what he was doing, he just did with no thoughts about the consequences.

He felt like the Jade Emperor treated him as a warden, as someone vaguely useful that could canalize the Six-eared Macaque. Wukong didn't like this thought. He was no warden. He was more than that. It infuriated him each time they looked down at him yet it wasn't surprising. Spirits and Constellations thought themselves so far from the beings of the Region Below, they always acted with a hint of disregard for the likes of him. The thought led him to the image of his new attendant. The monkey wasn't normal. There was something about him, something about the way he acted and the way he held himself that told Wukong he wasn't normal. But was he like him? Wukong doubted him. He was one of a kind after all. Wukong wondered if the macaque had a name, it didn't seem like it, so he decided to call it macaque until the other gave him something to call him.

The blonde-furred monkey lazed around on his bed, playing with a peach, throwing it above him and catching it again and again. The monotonous gesture soothed some parts of him. He liked to repeat the same mindless throws, seeing the peach rise like the sun and fall like a vengeful meteor. Wukong knew he'll have to work soon enough. The horses needed him after all (he wouldn't admit that he needed the horses too, life when too idle became mindless). The bimawen stayed in his bed for a bit before rising, he gulped down his peach in one bite. Wukong left his room, still barefooted and stopped before the main door. He turned towards nearby clones and ordered them to bring the macaque.

Wukong picked his fur while he waited for the macaque to come, he noticed an insect under his hair and picked it with his claws, throwing it in his mouth. His new attendant arrived shortly after, clothed with more practical fabric, a shorter linen robe tied by a white slash. He was barefooted too, monkeys didn't fit well with shoes after all, it was too constricting and it felt wrong at so many levels. Wukong turned towards the other monkey and put a hand on his hip, straightening himself a little. He noticed the other was of the same size as him (he was secretly pleased he didn't have to look up towards his assistant) but still Wukong was the superior, as such he stood a little bit higher, on the tip of his toes.

“Alright, assistant. I'll show you the ropes for today, let's go.” Huffed Wukong as he opened the door, leaving his bright mansion. The celestial stables were close, close enough to go on foot. Wukong walked leisurely, the path imbued in his toes. Contrary to the rest of the Region, Wukong wasn't fond of perfectly paved paths and well-shaped streets, he liked to see the wilderness expand. He liked to feel the grass swat under his feet. It reminded him of his home, Flower Fruit Mountain. Everytime he saw the grass outgrow the paths, he felt a bit of nostalgia sooth his heart, it was like pieces of his home followed his steps.

Like everything in Heaven the stables were outrageously lavish. The neck-breaking high building was made of wheat-yellow wood with intricate carving of horses decorating every corner. A scarlet-red flag with the Bimawen symbol was hung on the facade; sometimes, when the Region's breeze was particularly heavy, the flag moved just enough to see a hint of Heaven's symbol underneath. Wukong entered the stabled, inside, a hoard of his clones were busy tending to the horses. They were a lot of celestial horses, more than a thousand, and each had their own unicities and ways of working. In truth, Wukong could leave everything to his clones and spend his days wasting away but he didn't like the idea. He would never willingly admit it but he fancied those horses, he liked to take care of them, yet because it was embarrassing to admit he used his title as an excuse. As the one in charge, it was his duty to oversee everything, was it not?

Wukong shook his head to chase those embarrassing musings and turned towards his assistant. The black-furred monkey looked like a fish out of water, hands awkwardly clasped in his back, tail sweeping at his feet like a mop, Wukong almost pitied him, almost.

“What do you know about horses?” Asked the bimawen with crossed arms. The macaque flinched at his sudden question, his short fuzzy hair bristling in surprise.

“I never took the life of a… stable boy.” It was a very strange way of answering the question. Wukong raised an eyebrow at the words used, trying to decipher if there was a deeper meaning behind this. What did he mean by “took the life”? Was he talking about killing? It wouldn't surprise the bimawen if he did. The bodhisattvas talked about “correcting his ways” so, of course, it meant his new attendant committed some sort of crime. Wukong did kill his fair share of people back in the days. He had no mercy for the poachers stepping foot on his mountain. He still had no mercy for them. But no matter what the macaque truly meant, Wukong wasn't going to dig for more context. He didn't care about his new attendant's past or why he was dragged here. The bodhisattvas seemed convinced that he could somehow change the black-furred monkey ways but it wasn't his job to warden criminals. His job was to take care of horses. Nothing less, nothing more. Everything beyond that was out of his jurisdiction and thus not his problem to care about.

Wukong sighed, he had hoped for the other to have at least some kind of experience but it was wishful thinking on his part. Wukong took a thick stack of paper clasped in a wooden plate laying at the very start of the stable, it's been a while since he took that list. Afterwards the bimawen gestured for the macaque to follow after him as they ventured deeper in the stable. The horses were each in their stalls, munching on the fresh hay the clones put inside in the first rays of morning. The stalls were larger and bigger than what you could find in the Region Below, Wukong wasn't familiar with horsecare before coming here, but he refused to believe Heaven would make their stables equal to mortal's.

The blonde-furred monkey handed the list to his new attendant, the macaque hurried to take it, bringing it to his chest.

“This is the list of horses that I created myself!” Explained Wukong with a puffed out chest, proud of his hard work. “Every name is here. Some names are highlighted, it means the horse needs a particular regimes. First thing I do when I come here is to check if the clones put hay in every stalls and if the regimes are respected, then if something is lacking I correct it.” Wukong approched a stall, inside a white-coat stallion was quietly laying down. The bimawen whistled, the horse perked up and immediately trotted towards Wukong. The bimawen petted the stallion for a bit, scratching behind his ears, he knew he liked this particular spot. Then he looked at the bucket of grains clasped on the stalls walls, inspecting what type of grains were inside. “You see this is Coconut, his name is highlited in red, it means he needs very soft hay with high nutriments. He has food supplements to help him inside the buckets. You can't feed him the same hay as the others, he's older and he won't be able to swallow it.”

“...he's in… stall n°45 right?” Asked the macaque as he squinted at the list, almost as if he was struggling to read. Wukong almost took offense, his handwriting wasn't this bad mind you.

“Yes, Coconut, he's at the end of the first page.” Replied Wukong.

“... Why is his name Coconut on the list but the plate on his stall says Wind Chaser ?” Indeed the bright golden plate clasped at the front of the stall read :

N° 45 :

Wind Chaser

Wukong huffed, as if annoyed by the question, and brushed it with a flick of wrist.

“That's the dumb name Heaven's gave him. But he likes Coconut better, don't you Coco ?” Cooed Wukong as he petted the stallion again, the horse huffed and leaned in his touch, enjoying the attention the bimawen gave him.

“Did you… change the name of every horses?” Carefully asked the black-furred monkey.

“I corrected Heaven's lack of creativity. Their naming sense are awful.” His new attendant tail twitched in irritation, he looked like he wanted to say something but restrained himself in fear of being out of line. Good. He shouldn't question Wukong's decision.

“Anyway. I'll bring you to the barn later so you see thee different types of hay and all.” Wukong kept strolling in the stables, checking every stall to see if everything was in order. He forgot someone was following at times, the macaque almost merged with his own shadows, a silent ghost following each of his steps without any squeaks. The macaque looked very uncomfortable every time he had to approach one of the horses, he was like a mouse ready to flee at every flinch, it was quite funny. Wukong has to admit that Heaven's horses were much bigger than mortal horses, but still it was pretty cowardly of his new attendant to hide like this. Once Wukong was done inspecting the last stall, he ordered his clones to open them with a simple flick of wrist, Macaque flinched and took a step in Wukong's shadow to hide from the horses’ stares. “I'll take them to the paddock. You stay here and help the clones clean the stalls.” Macaque looked thoroughly disgusted at the idea but before he could voice any objections Wukong called for the herd's leader.

One horse immediately headed his call.

Peach was the oldest mare of the herd and the indisputed leader among the celestial horses since years on end. Her steps were louder than any other horses, her clawed paws (particularity of celestial horses) raked against the stables floor, echoing in every corner. Each of her legs was the size of Wukong entire body, she leaned down towards the bimawen, snout pressing against his chest. The blonde-furred monkey chuckled, he patted the mare's head and climbed on her back with one single jump. Her muscles were carved by the ages, Wukong could feel her strengh with every puff of her breath, it was like mounting an unstoppable force of nature. He let his fingers glide in her rose-tinted scales before gripping her luscious white cloud-like mane, the hair floated around her head like an auspicious halo.

“Shouldn't you saddle her?” Asked his new attendant as he pressed himself against the wall, avoiding each horse who curiously wandered near him.

“I don't like saddles.” Shrugged Wukong, he tugged at Peach's mane and guided her out of the stables, every other horse followed after their leader readily.

Even if Wukong called it a “paddock”, there weren't any designated places for the horses in the Region Above. Before Wukong came to his functions, those poor creatures were imprisoned in their own stables. Heaven was too prim and proper to understand the wilderness living inside each one of those magnificent beasts. But he understood it perfectly, he had the same need, the need to let it go, to feel free. The blonde-furred monkey crouched down on Peach, lowering his chest on her muscled back. Peach extended her front legs and grabbed the wandering mist with her claws, she pulled herself on the auspicious wind and galloped freely in the sky. The entire herd followed after her, leaving the chaining floor behind.

Wukong shouted in joy, he loved the feeling of the wind running along his luscious mane, he loved the sight of infinite blue opening before his eyes. There were no roads, no paths in the sky, nothing but endless freedom. It felt thrilling to be at the front of a running herd, it was like nothing could stop him, like the world was his to run in. Gods and spirits alike looked up when he passed by them, watching the herd move as one. It was like every breath, every step, every pump of blood were merged together. When you were inside of the running herd, it felt like you drowned in a larger beast, something out of your control.

Wukong loved it.

The herd stopped in a peaceful corner of the sky, pawing at the mist to freshen their claws. Wukong stretched and laid on Peach's back, he looked up at the passing cloud, whistling a random tune he heard not long ago. Wukong was a terrible whistler, but the horses were used to his voice by now, some even found comfort in it. The bimawen felt good, circled by dragon-horses, lulled by the Region's breeze, blessed by the sun. No matter where he was, the sun was always the same. No matter the Regions, it shone with the exact same luster, it reminded him of his days on his mountain. When he lazed around under the shades of peach trees and thought of nothing but what could be in his stomach.

He came a long way since this careless youth. He battled long and wide, searching for a way to prove himself till he stepped in the Region Above and took his horsley duty. Wukong knew his position wasn't very high-graded. The Jade Emperor had the decency to pay him but he wasn't that well placed in heaven hierarchy. But now, at least, he was taken a little more seriously than before. Wukong guessed his past temptrums frightened the ones in charge, enough for them to take his demands with more cautiousness.

“Great sage! Like always you're strolling around.” Sun Wukong looked up and smirked at the wandering wind spirit. Those boys always looked mischevious, with tumbling hair and bags full of winds. Peach looked up at the spirit for a short second before turning her head, she wasn't interested in those boys.

“Well, you know me. I like to walk around.” Chuckled the bimawen with a good-natured smile, the wind spirit chuckled along, his laughter echoing like chimes.

“I heard you took a new attendant!” Eagerly said the mischevious boy, his bead-like eyes shining with a curious luster. Wukong wasn't even surprised the news traveled so far already, winds spirits were known gossipers after all.

“I did. Though I don't know if he's gonna be useful, he looks like a twig.” Huffed the bimawen, he hoped the macaque was doing as told, if he found him lazing around he would kick his ass to the moon and beyond.

“Well, he was starved for several days, it's not a surprise he looks weak.” Wukong perked up at this information, he wasn't…. aware of that. But, at the same time, the black-furred monkey had been a prisoner, and Wukong knew Heaven's prisons weren't known to be kind. He felt a flicker of empathy ignite in his heart but he quickly squashed it. “It's not like you need assistants with all your clones anyway.” Shrugged the wind spirit, Wukong turned his head at the comment, hiding his annoyed expression. The spirit wasn't wrong, but admitting it would force him to confess he needed an assistant for something else than work. And that was prosperous. Why would he want an assistant if not for helping him in his work? It's not like he felt lonely. No. Absolutely not. That was a ridiculous idea.

The wind spirit flew away soon after, hurrying to descend to the Region Below and perform his duty. Wukong watched him disappear in the endless horizon and sighed, he looked down at Peach and patted her scaly neck.

“Let's run for a bit longer and then we'll go back to the stables.” Peach shook her mane and pawed at the mist, ready to stretch her legs once more.

***

The herd returned to the stables in the late afternoon. The Region's sun was declining in the high azure, gliding upon the horses' scaly figures. As always, Peach was leading the herd. She descended gracefully, her paws gripping the mist with ease. It was the duty of the leading horse to find the easiest path within the mist. A mist too faded would crumble under the weight of the herd. A mist too thick would be too difficult to grasp. Luckily, Peach was experienced, her long years of living gifted her with a keen sense to recognize the right mist.

Wukong left Peach's back once they were at the front of the stable. He affectionately patted her flanks and went to open the heavy doors. He found his clones cleaning inside. The bimawen approached a nearby clone and pointed outside.

“The horses are outside, you finished with the stalls?”

“Yes, boss.” Replied the clone, he straightened his back under the bimawen sharp gaze.

“And the new assistant?”

“He's cleaning Mango’s stall.”

“Alright, I'm gonna check on him, you bring the horses in.” Wukong walked further into the stables, right towards Mango's stall. Once he entered the stall he found his newest assistant sleeping on the hay, his shovel put against the wall, abandoned. Wukong's eyebrow twitched in annoyance. Right when he was debating if he should be more lenient to the macaque.

The bimawen took a deep breath and shouted : “WAKE UP!”. The black-furred monkey sprung on his feet and looked around in alert, his fur spiked like an urchin.

“Who's the idiot-” The macaque stopped himself once he crossed eyes with the russet-furred monkey, his long serpent tail twitched in nervousness. “Heeey…”

Wukong approached and pinched one of the macaque's ears. “You had one job.”

“Ouch, ouch, not the ears!” Whined the assistant, his ears flapped like the wings of a hummingbird. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I was tired!”

Wukong huffed and dragged the macaque out of the stall. Before leaving Mango's stall, he noticed how clean it was, with new fresh hay. At least, this useless brat did one thing right. Good. But still sleeping on his job was not tolerable. The bimawen freed the macaque and crossed his arms, glaring at the black-furred monkey with a scalding glare. The macaque at least seemed a lil ashamed of his actions. He scratched his neck in embarrassment and avoided Wukong's eyes. Good.

“I can't believe you have the galls to sleep! I gave you work.” Groaned Wukong with a twitching eyebrow, his eyebrow often did that when he was particularly annoyed.

“And I did it. The stall is nice and clean.” Huffed Macaque, he tried to be brave and puffed out his chest but he deflated like a pierced balloon the moment he turned towards Wukong and took a step back.

“Yeah, I told you to clean the stalls. Did you clean any other except this one?” Macaque chuckled sheepishly, making Wukong tick in anger. The blonde-furred monkey approached the macaque and pinched two of his ears, the assistant whined, tears nipped at the edge of his eyes.

“Ouch, ouch, ouch!” Whined the macaque. Wukong took pity on him and released him with a huff, the assistant collapsed on his knees and rubbed his reddening ears, he faintly glared at Wukong.

“Weakling.” Scoffed Wukong, he was about to punish the assistant with some other tenuous task but then he noticed a hint of white bandages peeking from the macaque's shirt. The russet-furred monkey frowned and turned his head away, guilt gnawed at his flesh. It's not like he wanted to mistreat the other… But he wasn't aware of the macaque's state when he was brought here. If he had known he would have left him alone for his first day. Perhaps it was his fault. He should have inquired about it. Still, he couldn't show softness here. What would the other think of him if he showed leniency after such disrespect? No. Wukong was far too proud for this. The monkey's gaze wandered till it fell on a nearby clone. Oh, this could work. Wukong called the clone over and gestured towards the macaque with a nod. “This weakling is useless right now. Drag him black to the mansion and take care of him.” The clone nodded and helped the black-furred monkey on his feet, the macaque was dragged away, returning to the mansion.

Wukong watched him until his silhouette disappeared beyond the stables, then he turned towards the dragon-horses and took what he called a “claws-sharpener”. It was a metal tool incurved like a crescent moon made to shape and cut dragon-horses claws. It wasn't healthy to not clean claws after they were drenched by mist. The mist could get stuck in the most unexpected places and rot away. It would cause unwanted infections within a horse. Wukong was always very careful with that. He always made sure to go over every horse's claws after a walk. No diseases would be allowed under his roof!

The clones had brought in a large number of dragon-horses already. The most efficient clones were tending to some of the horse's claws. Wukong nodded in satisfaction. He approached one stall and entered. Kiwi, the clover-green stallion inside, perked up at his presence and trotted towards him. Wukong patted him on the forehead before conjuring a chair and settling beside the horse. Kiwi was well behaved, he gave his claws without any fuss.

Dragon-horses had three large claws, each fairly distanced from the others. It was almost similar to the hand of a dragon, except the tip of the claws were smaller and deadlier. Wukong hummed as he cleaned the claws and sharpened them, making sure no mist was stuck in shadowed places. As he worked, the russet-furred monkey thought back to his new assistant. Truthfully, despite wishing for an assistant himself, he didn't know if he could handle the macaque. Wukong wasn't a very patient monkey. If provoked, he could become quite feral. Things could take a turn for the worse. But at the same time, Wukong couldn't be defeated by such a weakling! He refused to admit the other was “too much” for him. He was the great Monkey King! No one was “too much” for him.

Wukong felt a new determination settling in his chest.

***

After a hard day of labor, Wukong returned to his mansion. The night air was quite pleasant, it brushed his fur in a lovely way, sweeping away his worries. The bimawen leisurely pushed the doors of his house and stepped in with a ruffled appearance. He had hay stuck in his fur and his robe was dirtied by mud and sweat. The bimawen ignored the marks he was leaving behind him, the muddy imprints of his feet making the floor, and walked towards the hot bath.

Sun Wukong loved hot waters. He spent a lot of time admiring the sea of stars while bathing in the hot springs of his mountain. The baths he built inside of his mansion couldn't replicate the natural feelings of hot springs, but it was made to accommodate him in the best way possible. The baths were made of polished stones and blackened wood; a fountain shaped like a waterfall constantly refreshed the water with new one. Wukong entered the bathroom and stretched. He undressed himself and jumped in the hot waters, splashing everything around him.

Wukong laughed and swam around. If he closed his eyes he could almost lose himself in dusty memories. He remembered laughter and games. The feelings of hands tugging at his fur, trying to drown him, to groom him, to annoy him. He could see the elders lingering at the edge of the spring, half of their feet emerged, while their hands worked to peel oranges. He could see the youngsters splashing each other in the middle of the water and hollering in laughter. He could see the infants clinging to their mother's fur, looking at the shimmering surface with child-like marvel. The familiar scent of grass and oranges swept over him and embraced him. Wukong could almost hear a youngling approaching him from behind, their mischievous smile hidden in the hot water.

The bimawen turned around, ready to surprise the youngling… only to be met with no one. He was alone in his large bath. Suddenly, the stones and the waterfall felt wrong, fake. Wukong blushed and hid himself in the water. Once he deemed himself clean he rushed out of here, not daring to look back.

The bimawen was still dripping wet. He was walking in his mansion with nothing but a light bathrobe on, his feet leaving traces in his wake. Sun Wukong was about to return to his wing of the mansion but he then hesitated at the crossroad. He looked at the other wing and played with a strand of his fur in thought. Reluctantly, he ventured to the other side of the mansion and found the macaque's room. Wukong didn't bother to knock, he barged in without any shame.

The macaque was curled on his wooden bed, his bandages freshly changed, a lil bakset of fruits lingered at his bedside. The window above his bed was open, the midnight breeze was kindly caressing his slumbering form, almost lulling him.Wukong walked closer and watched him intently. He looked pathetic. Wukong wondered if he could break him with a simple push. Some irrational part of his mind made him close the window, as if the macaque could be swept by the wind.

The russet-furred monkey looked over the macaque. He snorted at the drool smearing the corner of his lips and scoffed at his serpent-like tail all tied-up in his legs, the fool will wake up with cramps in his tail! Wukong was about to leave, but he unexpectedly lingered near the bed, throwing glances towards the macaque with uncertainty.

Wukong raked his hair with his hands and created a blanket with one strand of hair. He put the blanket on the slumbering macaque and scoffed :

“The fool can't even sleep properly.”

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Hello!! I love your writings soo much it gives me soo much joy 🥰. Can i request daniel hitting you in his ui form and his reaction once he is conscious. (The reader is not a fighter.) Thank u 🙇 once again love your work ❤️❤️

Ty for the kind words!! And for the ask, this one made me chuckle! Please first refer to here 👀 are you the same anon 👀 👀 👀

Anyway non-fighter surviving a UI Daniel hit? Your durability is off the roof. Imagine if Gun got a hold of you...

This turned into such a silly piece, I had a lot of fun writing it but it's a little all over the place lol.

UI Daniel Knocking You Out HC

Pre-Daniel x Reader if you fancy

Alarm bells start ringing when Daniel regains consciousness and sees you lying on the ground

He sprints over to you, checking your breathing and vitals. Luckily, you seem fine, just passed out

Not knowing exactly if you had any severe damage, he doesn't move you. He sits and keeps you company, keeping a watchful eye over you, hoping you would stir soon

After a few minutes, Daniel remembers a video he watched where rubbing someone's leg might actually help you wake up

He moves to touch your leg but hesitates. It's a bit weird rubbing a stranger's leg, no? Still, his guilt ovepowers all sense of logic and he nervously grabs your legs and starts rubbing...

and rubbing...

No reaction

...Am I not doing this right?

He tries massaging you instead, digging in a bit harder, hoping to stimulate bloodflow

You groggily come to, holding your ribs. They didn't feel broken, just painful. Like you somehow survived a ten tonne truck crashing into you

Slowly you start to recall where you are and how you got here. You remember seeing a fight, trying to dodge and run away but getting struck regardless

You don't remember anything else

"Oh!! You're awake!"

You peer down to see a guy massaging your legs. What the fuck? He releases your lower half from his strong hands and you try to kick him straight away

"GET AWAY PERVERT!"

"H-hey no, I'm not-" he holds both his hands up in a sign of surrender

"YOU SEE SOMEONE PASSED OUT AND THIS IS WHAT YOU DO?!"

"N-no, this is a misunder-"

"YOU THINK YOU'RE GOOD LOOKING AND YOU CAN DO WHAT YOU WANT?"

"I'm sorry, b-but-"

You don't want to listen to this weirdo anymore. You try to sit up and immediately groan and clutch your side. The guy tries to help (probably finding more inappropriate ways to touch you) and you glare at him instead

He scratches his head in frustration, the excuse and explanation comes out in a babble

I'm sorry! This is my fault, I was the one that hit you, by accident! And I got this technique from the Viral Hit channel, and I know it was inappropriate, but I panicked, and I didn't know what else to do and, and-

You begin to loosen up a bit, you catch parts of what he says and it does sort of make sense. You have heard of V-Hit, and this... weird technique

"And my name is Daniel Park, please let me make it up to you!"

It isn't like you're going anywhere in the state you're in

"Is anything broken?" his face is a picture of worry and anxiety

"No... I don't think so," your body just feels tender

"Here."

This Daniel Park lifts you up in a bridal carry, one arm under your legs, and the other under your back. Like you weigh nothing at all

Christ, this guy is strong. No wonder you were unconscious

"Erm... are you kidnapping me now?"

Daniel looks down at you in shock and his ears turn red, "N-No! Let me carry you home! Or wherever you need to be!"

You guess there's no stopping some people. "I live about 4 miles away. You going to carry me all the way?"

Daniel smiles at you, looking a little relieved, "Of course,"

Definitely a weirdo. "Fine"

"What's your name by the way?"

"..." Like you were gonna give this pervert your name

Bonus leg massage pic from HtF

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Hii!! This is waterunderthebridge12, I just stumbled across your art of The Robin Declaration and it made my entire week <3333. I love Duke so much and I'm so glad there are others who love him too!!! I would love if you dropped your Duke-centric fic recs, I've only read a few good ones (that aren't just him being an outsider) so any recs are appreciated!

oh my god! hii! im so glad u liked the silly little doodle lol i would love to do an actual drawing for either The Robin Generation or the Robin Declaration !! they were such fun reads and i absolutely adored the way you portrayed all of them <33

unfortunately i dont really have a lot of duke-centric fics but i have a couple!

WHEN EARTH FINDS STARS. by orpheusaki

duke & jason, pre-WAR and signal

15.8k words, 4 chapters (unfinished)

"Let it be known that I completely detest the implications of what this situation is mirroring," Red Hood grumbles to himself and it's the longest string of words Duke has heard from any so-called Gotham vigilante, let alone the one who's known for shooting more than he is talking. "The fuck?" Duke mutters, because if he's already going to die, he might as well try and make sense of it. "I'm not going to care about whatever sob story you have," is what Red Hood replies with instead of explaining, "Where are your parents?" "Gone," is all Duke says, because it's really none of this guy's business. It's also the truth. Somehow, Red Hood sounds even more anguished about this information than Duke is, "Ah shit." (Duke steals the tires off Red Hood's bike and somehow gains a family.)

YOU HEAR ITS SONG FROM THE MORNING BIRDS. (series) by orpheusaki

duke & bruce, duke & batfam

9k words, 3 words (unfinished)

A series of Duke Thomas centric works, mostly featuring his growing relationship with his new kind-of-dad-boss-friend, Bruce Wayne.

Keep Your Head, Your Backbone, and Your Heart by MrMich

duke & tim, alfred, bruce

54k words, 6 chapters

The last thing that Duke expected on what was supposed to be just a regular patrol was being suddenly thrown five years into the past, coming face to face with a darker, more violent Batman than the one he knew, a broken family, and a Tim who was a foot shorter than Duke, and not even Robin yet.

A silent shadow flitted past him, just barely visible on the cave walls. He went rigid, tracking the shadow in the corner of his vision. And then he dropped to the floor, just in time, as a familiar black gloved fist passed overhead. He just barely missed being hit by the punishing blow that would have landed right on his temple for a sure concussion if he hadn’t dodged. “Batman?” Duke yelled. He somersaulted forward, just barely avoiding another strike. “B, what are you doing?!” “Who are you,” came the growled response. A shiver crawled down Duke’s spine at the grim hostility in Batman’s voice that promised violence, and something tightened in the back of his throat.

Family-- by incorrectbatfam

duke & batfam

3.3k words, 1 chapter

“Your assignment over the weekend is to write a poem about your family.”

Strange Bedfellows by snackbaskets

duke & steph & jason

2.7k words, 1 chapter

Little known fact about bats: they're AWFUL at sleeping alone. At least, the ones in the Manor seem to be, if the half-conscious kind-of-maybe siblings using Duke as a body pillow are any indication. When did he sign up for this?

Ghosts Of The Past by PlatitudinalTeen

duke & martha, thomas, duke & bruce

7.2k words, 1 chapter

Shortly after moving into Wayne manor, Duke discovers he can commune with the dead when his grandparents, Thomas and Martha Wayne begin to accidentally haunt him. ------- "No powers?" Duke repeated, even more confused as he tried to recall everything he had ever heard about Ghosts. "So, you can't possess anyone or make the lights flicker? What about telekinesis and all the other scary stuff from the books and movies?" "Those things can only be achieved by malicious spirits, dear," Martha told him. "We may be ghosts, but we aren't vengeful." They had made peace with their deaths, and even if they were still tied to the manor, it was exactly where they wanted to be. Thomas chuckled. "Yes, that's more of our son's department," he quipped, using his fingers to mimic Batman's ears. "Vengeance is a young man's game, really."

Starshine by zodarii_dae

duke & bruce, reverse robins

3.6k words, 1 chapter

Duke Thomas is a Gothamite, through and through. There’s not a lot he knows for certain, but he knows that the bagels are great, that Bruce Wayne is stupid rich, and that Batman will always protect him. That’s just how it is. So when Batman promises to bring him to his family, he believes him. Neither of them expected it to happen quite the way it did, but it all works out for the best. Or How Duke loses his parents, gains a new family, and becomes a vigilante- in that order, with some stuff in between.

necessary reminders by Quillium

duke & batfam

5.2k words, 1 chapter

Duke, as Signal becomes known and as Duke becomes part of the Wayne family.

*ao3 acc needed

hope you enjoy !!!