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violetarks · 11 months

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spit on my grave, but kiss my mouth!

anime: chainsaw man

characters: hayakawa aki, kishibe, yoshida hirofumi, himeno

summary: they hate you, they can feel it in their bones, but at the first opportunity to kiss you? who wouldn't take that chance?

warnings: g/n! reader, they/them pronouns used, second person pov, some name-calling, somebody tries to lush to get y/n's number in yoshida's, kishibe is in his late 20s bc holy smokes he would outshine the whole cast if he is was younger in the anime no lie, kishibe is also a little flirty in this bc that's how he was when he was younger, smoking, drinking (y/n gets a little tipsy), reference to nsfw themes but its legit just the lines "you need an s/o bc you're so tense all the time" and "we didn't... did we?", y/n and kishibe go home together, also a bit suggestive in himeno's part

↣ hayakawa aki

if there was anything he hated more than anything, aki absolutely despised slackers. anyone who postponed their work til the last minute, and for the result to be the most sloppy piece of shit he has ever seen. which is why he didn't understand why makima would ever think of hiring someone like you as a devil hunter.

you stood there, your uniform messily put on — for god's sake, your tie was undone, just hanging around your neck! even power and denji dressed better than you. how could these devils do better than a devil hunter?

you sat atop makima's desk, getting the crumbs of your sandwich all over her furniture. aki visibly cringed. how could you be so careless?

it wasn't like you were unattractive, it's just the way you acted at work that made aki dislike you. and in front of your superior. truthfully, the only reason makima hired you was because of your amazing skill as a hunter without the use of contracts. if you weren't so useful...

when he first met you, aki would admit, he was intrigued. you were pretty, and makima had brought you in to interview you. you were splattered in devil's blood, and you looked serious.

yet the moment that you locked eyes with aki, your demeanour changed. you were suddenly so sloppy. he saw the way you held out your bloodied hand to shake his, how you lazily threw your dirty coat on the couch. he knew from then on, that your looks were a waste, perhaps.

"are you finished, y/n?" makima asked, walking into her office in her trench coat. aki was called there for a morning briefing, so imagine his disappointment when he saw you instead. you nodded your head, hopping off the desk and sweeping the mess you made into the nearby bin. "good. now, you two are teaming up for your next mission."

aki wanted to refuse, so badly. he watched as you tugged on your loose collar, shirt not even tucked in, and stood beside him. he listened to makima outline the upcoming mission, and also listened to how often you yawned or shifted in your spot. you seemed so unintetrsted.

aki's never been on a mission with you, but he's seen the mess you leave behind, more than he would've left. and he's seen you guiltlessly nap in the car while everyone else cleaned up your leftovers.

you were careless when you fought, as seen when you dodge under the attack of a devil and trip over debris on the floor. aki slides in with his unpowered sword, slicing the mutated arm away and shielding you from another attack.

"get up, dumbass!" he calls, looking over his shoulder to see you brushing off dust from your lap.

"relax, geez. i'm up, i'm up." you scoff back, picking up your weapon again. aki wanted to slap some sense into you. "i'm so tired, let's get this done."

the fight continued on until it was at what seemed to be the climax. you were both beaten down, the devil on the brink of giving up. but you gripped your weapon tighter, rushing towards the enemy with determination. you were growing tired of this fight, both mentally and physically. you were imagining yourself at home, in front of the tv with some food in your hands. anywhere but here.

"aki?" you call, looking around the scene. you couldn't find him, and it was worrying you. "aki!"

you were met with silence, making you scowl and continue on trying to defeat the devil. maybe by then, you'll be able to find him and bring him back to makima for help. god, you hated dead weight.

with a few attacks landing on the devil, aki finally stands from his position beneath debris. he had been hit into a wall, making the ceiling fall over him. when he had made himself visible. you glance at him, relieved.

"y/n..." he heaves, drawing his sword. he was bleeding from his shoulders and you could count the tears and cuts in his uniform. and he blamed you for being dirty...

before you can speak, the devil immediately charges towards him. you widen your eyes, racing after it. "aki!"

he breathes in heavily, trying to gather his focus. but his vision is just so blurry that he can't think properly. the blood he's lost has already made him hazy, all he can hear is the loud footsteps of the devil. his joints click and falter as he tries to take his normal fighting stance. he's weak and you can see it.

with all your might, you rush towards him. you couldn't let him die, not someone as strong and admirable as him. while you knew he disliked you (aki definitely wasn't the most subtle), you couldn't deny his worth as a hunter, and as a person. you looked up to him.

aki doesn't know what is happening until he sees you jump high in the air and thrust your weapon to pierce through the devil's skin, knocking it off course. as it skids to the side, you tumble to the ground, rolling on the ground and getting dirt and blood all over you. aki blinks, clueless.

"are you alright, aki?" you huff out, tired. he slowly hums in confirmation. you send him a smile, which makes him gulp. "that's a relief."

the devil turns back to him though, not stopping on its tracks to get to aki. by this time, you're in front of your co-worker, holding your weapon to prepare yourself. with a deep breath, you wait for the devil to come closer before dealing the final blow, ending the devil's life.

once the devil falls lifeless, you let out a loud whine, "agh, finally! ah, i'm so beat!" you fall to the floor, knees giving out beneath you. aki watches you stay on the ground, wiping the sweat off from your brow. with a click of his tongue, he falls to the ground as well. you turn to look at him, blinking. "ah, aki. that devil really fucked you up, huh?"

you laugh makes him even more weak. you move closer to him, taking his chin and turning his head to see his bruises. "we should get you back to the office. i'll patch you up before denji and power see you, alright? they'd piss themselves seein' you like this." you joke, patting his shoulder. your carefree attitude was so irritable...but he couldn't deny that your words made him feel lighter.

so when he pushes forward and presses his lips to yours, he knows why his heart pulses harder when he's around you. he likes you. his palm rests on your neck to hold you in place, making you lean your hands on both sides of his waist to balance yourself. aki squeezes his eyes shut, as if to keep himself from seeing your shocked face.

you were speechless, frozen. but once you settled in, you kissed him back. you tasted like blood — maybe that was his own since he cut his lip — but neither of you seemed to mind. his harsh hand against the back of your head suddenly goes soft, trailing down to brush your cheek.

he sighed against your lips, upturned brows. he felt like he needed this. he needed you.

aki was mysterious with his true feelings, but this was the first glimpse into them. you let out a small sigh as you pull away.

"you—..." you mumble out, covering your mouth as you sit up straight. his hand leaves your cheek, now gripping the debris beneath him. he felt so embarrased. "idiot aki. c'mon, let's get outta' here first."

you heave aki over your shoulder, his arm over while yours is wrapped around his middle. he was also speechless, blushing so red that he kept his head down so you couldn't see. his heart was beating faster at your touch. but to kiss you? he was truly crazy, wasn't he?

↣ kishibe

"can you smoke somewhere else?" you scoff, bringing your glass to your lips. the rest of the room was filled with slight chatter, the sound if cups being clinked together.

"you see any spare seats at this bar?" kishibe asks, putting his lighter away into his pocket. the bar allowed smoking, one of the only bars in the neighbourhood that still did. he watched you roll your eyes and finish your drink, asking the bartender for another. "you're so uptight, ya'know?"

"you're the most annoying person i've ever been paired up with." you groan, watching your glass get refilled. you take your glass once more and glare at kishibe. "those things kill you."

"you drink." he says, putting down his own cold alcoholic beverage. you click your tongue at him. "you act like you're so much better than me."

"you smoke and drink, you smug asshole." you grunt, feeling a little woozy from the past hour of non-stop drinking you and kishibe have been partaking in.

this was his idea, saying that you needed to wind down. you enjoyed a few drinks every now and then, but today had been particularly hard on you. makima was really ripping into after a devil got away, making you go after them again with your partner present this time. you felt embarrassed at your loss. as much as you were strong, kishibe hated how weak you were.

there was no denying that you were somewhat talented, so why weren't you getting stronger? kishibe was already tired from his own work, but when he was paired with you, his job got even harder. you were lazy with your work, leaving hints of your weaknesses everywhere you stepped. and you wondered why. kishibe couldn't handle how much if a rule-follower you were when your strength wasn't anything impressive. sometimes he'd with you'd abandon your work and finally leave all this stuff behind. such an attractive person like you shouldn't be burning their brain trying to work as a devil hunter.

"why don't you just drink and shut up?" kishibe huffs, keeping his cigarette between his fingers. he blew the smoke into the air above you, making you cover your nose and scowl at him. you hated smoking, all the reason why you disliked being partnered up with him. he wasn't kishibe without his smokes. "you're do tense all the time, you need a girlfriend or boyfriend or something. maybe you'll relax a lil'."

"and you're telling me to shut up." you groan, waving the smoke away. kishibe rolls his eyes leaning his elbows into the counter. "you know what, kishibe? i've seriously had enough of—of your attitude."

he watches you down glass after glass; it was kicking in, the alcohol. he was wondering how long it would take before you started slurring your words. it was subtle, but kishibe has never seen you like this, not yet at least. it would be a fun way to tease you tomorrow morning when you come in to work. you glare at him, blinking a few times. he waited impatiently for you to collect your words.

"ever since i met you, you've been a pain in my ass, always runnin' your pretty mouth and rolling your pretty eyes at me." you complain, continuing to drown yourself in the sweet drinks you were taking. kishibe sighs to himself, already knowing that you'll be too drunk to pay your own bill. he pulls out his wallet to start counting bills as you go on to 'insult' him. he'd have to be careful now, he was starting to feel the alcohol too. "if you weren't so strong, i'd kick your ass myself!"

"oh yeah?" he says, deciding on when to stop you from ordering. he calls down the bartender for a few more glasses for you and himself. "you're too weak to pull somethin' like that, sweetheart. can't even hold your own against a low rank devil. need someone strong to protect you, huh?"

"what? says who?" you say, voice raising a little. he hated it when you did that, it was so annoying. you were so childish for someone only a year younger than him. "i was doing perfectly fine without you! makima needed me to babysit you..."

"what are you even goin' on about?" he huffs, taking in some smoke, "do you even know what i'm saying? are you that drunk?"

while you were a little tipsy, you definitely weren't drunk. you were just slurring your words a little, but you were conscious. you weren't saying anything you wouldn't say sober. you knew what you were doing, and how you were acting.

"'course not, shithead. i'm not getting drunk in front of you." you tell him, gulping down another drink. he thinks that maybe your tolerance is moderately high. "i'm just sayin', you're never gonna' get married if you're like that. you're lucky i tolerate you, somebody has to."

he raises a brow at that, then taking one last huff of his cigarette before putting it out in the ash tray provided. "so you're saying i'll only get married if my romantic partner tolerates me?"

"duh." you scoff, tilting your head at him. was he getting drunk? it was also your heightened confidence that he found annoying.

"and you're the only one who tolerates me?" kishibe presses.

"yeah." you answer so quickly that you don't even think. once you realise what you've said, you put your glass down. your face was burning now, and you didn't know whether it was because of the drinks or him. he chuckles. "shut up..."

"mhm." he hums out, now leaning close to you. your shoulders nearly press against each other. he sees no sign of you moving away, but you begin to stare at him, unable to figure out which eye to look at. "you wanna' kiss me?"

you let out a small sigh, glancing down at his lips for a second. but you harden your stare in his eyes.

"or are you asking me to kiss you?" he offers. your eyes widen a little at that, and it seems he has his answer already. but you were so cute like this, he just had to tease you. "but i've been smoking. it'll taste like it, y'know?"

"just let me find out." you mumble, placing a hand on the side of his stool, against his thigh, "kiss me once?"

"well, shit." he chuckles out, now resting a hand on your cheek. you blink at him, feeling comfortable against his palm. "you've got a little crush on me."

you furrow your brows and mumble out, "s—so?"

"ain't that cute?" he says, brushing his thumb against your cheek, "you're not gonna' slap me if i kiss you, are ya'?"

"only if you keep on wasting time." you huff, fist against the bar top. you would never ask him something like this out of the blue. but the atmosphere around you both... it felt suitable. a small smile dawns on his lips at your eagerness.

"fine." he sighs out, leaning forward and finally connecting lips with yours. you hold your breath, not really expecting him to do it. your hand on the stool tightens its grip as he slides his hand from your cheek to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss. your lips were so soft, and warm. he can tell that you haven't kissed many people, but that doesn't matter. he never thought he'd be kissing you either.

he had been smoking for the past hour, so he did taste like smoke. while you hated the taste, now, it was sort of masked by the drinks you were both having. and you just couldn't get it out of your head that you were kissing kishibe. the man you kinda' hated.

the kiss didn't last as long as either of you would've wanted, but it's a public place and you only asked for a sample. when he pulls away, you open your eyes to see his smug smile that always makes you irritated. but this time, you're just plain embarrassed. he begins to laugh at you softly, making you click your tongue and push his face away.

"d—don't talk about it." you say, standing up and grabbing your coat. you pay for your drinks with a tip and avoid eye contact with your partner. he downs the rest of his drink and puts his own money down. you begin to walk to the exit before kishibe reaches out and holds your wrist. you glare back at him. "what?"

"can't let you go home all by yourself." he says, standing up and shrugging his trench coat on. you squint at him. "and you don't wanna' let lil' ol' me walk home alone either, do you? let's take a cab to yours."

"seriously?" you mumble under your breath, walking to the exit with him behind you. "fine... you can sleep on the couch."

"aw, such a pity."

↣ yoshida hirofumi

"yoshida, may i speak with you for a moment?" the teacher asks after the bell rings, making everyone in the class turn to their classmate. a playful 'ooh' rang around the room to tease him, making yoshida roll his eyes with a smile. the rest of the class begins to tidy their things up until the teacher speaks up again. "class president, please wait outside for a few minutes.

you look up from your desk, blinking at your teacher. but you nod your head. "yes, ma'am." you respond, fixing your uniform and taking your bag, heading outside with your friends.

yoshida can't help but roll his eyes at the way you walk out of the classroom, all preppy and gracious. you don't even look at him, as if he was scum compared to you. the two of you weren't friends and that was clear enough. you were the class president and needed to keep everyone in order. the rest of the class had liked you and you were friends with other classes too. but the only one who didn't like you was yoshida hirofumi.

you told him that the school didn't allow all those piercings and that the standard were the studs. but he came back the next day with another piercing, showing it off with a diamond earring that he wore once for the purpose of pissing you off. you reprimanded him, disliking his laidback attitude and how he didn't take school seriously. what a waste of a student. you knew plenty of people who would do way better in his position. someone like you knew this and hated that he didn't.

yoshida hated how uptight you were and how you were such a stickler for the rules. he knows that he's not a good student, but why were you always on his ass for it? there were other people in the class — hell, there were tons of other people in the school that you could've been paying attention to, but you chose him. he hated it so much.

"to cut it short, yoshida, your grades have been dropping severely." the teacher had said, making the student snap back into reality. he stands up straight again, nodding his head. "i've decided to allocate you a tutor for all of your classes. you and—"

"don't say l/n."

"... l/n will be meeting on your own terms to study. they're an excellent student and have tutored many of your classmates, yoshida, there is no need to worry." the teacher continued, handing him a stack of papers. he holds them, heaving them under his arms. "practice exams, practice essay, practice tests. you will go through all of these with l/n."

"seriously?" yoshida huffs out, rubbing the back of his neck, "for how long?"

"until your grades are better." the teacher explains, sitting down to grade their quiz from today, "i understand that the two of you aren't close, but make-do for now. you need to rely on them."

"i understand." he sighs, taking the work and leaving the classroom. he sees you standing next to the door, bag on your shoulder as you read a book. he wants to cringe at the cliché scene. "hey. you're tutoring me."

"i know." you respond, tucking your book into your bag and starting on your way, "we're heading to the city library."

"wait, what? you knew?" he says, falling into step beside you. you nod your head. he knits his brows at you as you exit the school. "great. now i gotta' spend months with you."

"just get your grades up and you're fine." you respond, looking to the sky for some patience. he was already getting annoying. "trust me, even a delinquent like you can pass the next exam."

"you talk a lotta' shit for a goody-two-shoes." he huffs, swinging his bag recklessly around. the two of you board a train towards the city and you take the papers from yoshida, flicking through them and making notes of what to teach him. he watches you from his spot beside you. "even your handwriting is blinding. why is it so... neat?"

"you mean readable?" you scoff, looking at him with an aggravated expression. why did he talk so much? "i'm doing this for you."

"why did you even agree to this if we don't like each other?" he asks you, watching the roof of the strangely empty train. you look back to the work, sorting them into sections. "you have a secret crush on me or something?"

"what? no, idiot." you scoff, shaking your head, "i just don't want you to fall behind. it'd be a shame for everyone else to graduate without you." he looks back to you, a surprised look on his face. but you look away, outside. "don't look too much into it, yoshida. just trying to keep the class average up."

"yeah, whatever..." he mumbles, going back to hating you. any sliver of you being genuinely nice was now gone. he just listened to the way the train rolled across the tracks. he listened to you scribble down your notes.

he had watched countless people confess to you. just yesterday, a girl handed you a bouquet of flowers — your favourite ones, apparently — and confessed to you that she had feeling for you for a year. but you rejected her, apologising and saying that you did not return her feelings. it felt somewhat cold, yoshida was watching from around the corner. luckily you didn't notice him, you probably would've told him off for not doing his class duties.

he never understood the appeal to you. why did so many people want you?

a few minutes kater, you were in the library, setting up your things in a private study area. you gave him some work to try out and pulled out your own things to do. he sighs, taking out his pencil case to write on the paper, "put on some music or something."

"this is a library, yoshida." you retort, rolling your eyes, "just do your work and show me when you're done."

"jesus, i can't believe people actually like you." he groans, leaning back in his chair. you blink at his insult. "i don't understand why everyone flocks around you and throw themselves in your direction."

"i'm the class president, people come to me for advice all the time. maybe if you showed up to class more than one a week you'd notice." you huff out, glaring at him, "people like me because i'm good help."

"singing your own praises?" he snickers, flipping through the booklet. he hated how confident you were in yourself when he really saw you as overbearing. even the way you sat there, writing with your perfect handwriting. "i can't deal with you, president."

"i couldn't tell." you sigh, standing up. he watches your movements. "i'm going to grab you a book go borrow for the next week. it has all you need to know on the book we studied this semester. i don't have enough time to explain everything to you before the exams since it's in a few months. but that book will help."

"yay..." he mumbles out, moving onto the next set of questions. he waited for you to come back with your stupid book, but enough time had passed that it was suspicious. he even finished the booklet that you gave him, and that took him a while. he looks around the library, seeing few people walking about. "where are they go? don't tell me they abandoned me here..."

he stands up, positive your stuff would stay safe, and begins to look through the aisles. he doesn't see you yet, and he's getting pissed out. you made him come here, and you just ditched? that's so 'un-presidently' of you.

but he hears your voice in the next aisle, sounding pissed off. like always, when you spoke to him.

"thank you for showing me where the book is, but i should get going." you say, yoshida standing at the other end of the aisle, out of your sight. he could see the boom you were holding and your stupid hair, but you were blocked off by someone else. "please leave me alone."

"aw, what? i help you find your book and this is the thank i get?" the taller person says, hand against the bookshelf to keep you from walking off. you roll your eyes at them. "c'mon, just your number, that's all i ask for."

"it's your job to help people in the library find their books. you work here." you explain, tucking the book under your arm, "i don't owe you anything other than a 'thank you'."

"well i take my 'thank you's in dates." they respond. yoshida sighs, clenching his fists and walking towards the both of you. "what's somebody gotta' do to land one with you—"

"leave 'em alone, asshole." yoshida scoffs, tugging the worker back and standing in between the both of you. you widen your eyes at him before looking away, a bit ashamed to need his help. but yoshida is glaring at the librarian. "they're not interested."

"shit man, i'm sorry, i didn't know they—"

"yeah whatever. get outta here." yoshida scoffs, rolling his eyes. the worker only looks his up and down before walking off, muttering under their breath. once they're gone, yoshida looms to you. "you good?"

"yeah..." you mumble out, rubbing your forehead, "people like that give me a headache.

"mhm." he huns out, seeing how you lean against the bookcase. you stared down st the analytical text in your hands. you were so embarrassed that he had to come in and save you. some like him, protecting you...

you look back up and see his smug face, and you just know that he's aware of how you're feeling.

"who would've guessed it? i had to come to the class president's aid." yoshida chimes, leaning a hand against the bolted down bookshelf. you scowl at him, closing your eyes. "i guess you owe me one now, huh?"

"and once again, you're an ass..." you retort. your little scrunched up face makes yoshida smile. genuinely. he scans your appearance before tilting his head at you.

"what is it that makes people fawn over you so much?" he questions, looking confused. you open your eyes to see him standing closer. "i mean, sure, you're cute, but that's about it, no? your stubbornness ruins it all. as soon as you open your mouth, i wanna burst my ear drums."

"whatever, yoshida. i don't care what you have to say." you mumble back at him.

"see? so mean." he chuckles, take another step closer. you notice but don't say anything, to which he notices as well. out of all the people who have liked you, he's surely standing the closest. you haven't pushed him away, which is strange. you'd usually be out in a second. but you stand your ground. he smiles at you. "how could anyone find that attractive?"

you look to the side for a split second, only for yoshida to come unbearably closer. you can feel his breath on your cheek and his shoulder is against yours. his other hand stays in his pocket while the other braces himself. you hold your own breath.

"maybe people only like your pretty face." he says, not missing a beat as his hand slides down to hold the shelf beside your torso. his wrist slightly grazes your body. you shiver for a second, standing up straighter. yoshida pays attention. "you think so, y/n?"

"no, i—i don't." you stammer. yoshida is surprised when he feels you grasp his shirt, making him lean back jut enough to see your expression. you could barely hold your glare. so cute. "i'm... i'm a good person, so that's why—"

"that's the first thing people notice when they look at you. your looks." he claims, making your face burn hot. but yoshida just smiles at you. "you sayin' i'm wrong?"

you scoff at him, "why are you so close anyway...?" he raises his brows at you, eyes flicking to your lips for more than a second. you realise what he's looking at before you speak again. "yoshida...?"

"you don't seem to mind..." he trails off, "you can always push me away if i get too close..."

you don't say anything as he gets closer and closer until suddenly, he's kissing you. yoshida's hand stays at the shelf to hold himself up, but his other one gently holds your hand against his chest. you're kissing back before you can even think, your other hand still holding onto the book.

he tastes a bit savoury, probably because of the hot lunch he had before. but the drink he had on the table where you two were studying, is sweet. the mixture entices you as you as you are the one to deepen the kiss, pushing forward and catching yoshida by surprise.

you let out a small squeak; it was obvious you weren't experienced. with how seriously you took school, how could you be? yoshida didn't have his fair share of partners either but, he was so gentle with you.

when he pulls away, he opens his eyes to see your dazed look towards him. you gulp once you regain your sense of thought, then leaning back.

"i'm sorry, i—"

"i guess you're not a terrible kisser." he interrupts you, standing up straight and keeping his hands to himself. you feel somewhat relieved, but you nudge yoshida in the stomach due to embarrassment. "hey, stop. maybe that's why people like you."

"i don't go around kissing everyone, shit for brains." you claim, shoving the book into his chest. he stands back with an 'oof', watching you walk out of the aisle.

"so it's just me?" he chuckles, jogging to catch up with you. you glare at him. "how lucky."

↣ himeno

himeno didn't understand why aki spoke so highly of you. her friend, whose opinion was usually right, explained that you were a tremendous hunter and that you were highly respected. so why are you in her apartment, in your shirt and underwear, and eating out of her fridge?

"morning." you say, seeing the groggy himeno coming out of her room. she blinks cluelessly at you. "you hungry? i made breakfast."

"the hell are you doing here?" she grunts, walking closer to you in a hoodie and sweatpants. you look back at her, sorting the breakfast into two bowls. "and why are you using my food?"

"huh? you don't remember? you invited me over last night after drinks." you explain, taking out two spoons and shoving one into the food before pushing the bowl to himeno. "you're wearing my sweater, by the way."

"i was wonder when i bought this." she murmurs to herself. but she then shakes her head, sitting down at the counter and thinking to herself why would she ever invite the person she loathed the most to stay at hers? "we didn't... did we?"

"no, himeno. you were black out drunk, y'know." you say in an obvious tone. she clicks her tongue and eats her food. you begin to eat as well. "did you take the medicine and drink the water i left on your bedside table?"

why were you acting so nice? she gripped her spoon tighter, stopping her movements as she swallows her food. "yes. you didn't have to do that." she thinks she would've preferred if you didn't. now she feels obligated to return the favour.

"it's nothing. i didn't want you to wake up so hungover again." you retort, looking to the ceiling.

she scans you and wonders how you could be so indecent in front of her when you were 'well-respected'. your underwear was showing, you weren't wearing any pants, your shirt was crinkled and loose hanging, your hair was a mess and you just look tired overall. this was not the pristine presentation he was used to.

you catch her staring. "sorry, do you want me to put on my pants? i couldn't find em around here." you admit, looking at the messy floor. himeno feels a little embarrassed at the mess but doesn't keep her eyes off you.

"no, it's fine." she retorts, feeling her eye patch before running her fingers through her hair, "don't you have a mission or something?"

you think for a second before putting down the bowl. "yeah, i think. later, makima wants me to check something out with her." you tell her, watching her roll her eyes, "what's wrong?"

"you in love with her too?" she scoffs.

"no?" you say, tilting your head, "she's my boss."

"oh." you'd be the first she'd hear doesn't like her. she sits up straight on her stool. "really?"

"yeah, really." you say as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, making himeno stop. you continue to eat your food. "i don't date superiors."

"right..." she mumbles back, confused. but you accidentally drop your spoon on the floor, making you curse quietly. she's never heard you swear, and she stares at you.

you lick your thumb, a little bit of sauce on it, before you turn to her with wide eyes. "ah, sorry, himeno. paper towels?"

she points to the cupboard and finishes her food, watching you clean up your mess. you're not really clumsy, she knows, so seeing you drop something was strange. you were usually moving so perfectly...

"you always like this?" she hums out, chin in her hand.

you put the towels in the bin and take your empty bowls (hers as well) and clean them. "i'm sorry, i live alone. so no one really sees me mess up." you admit.

himeno hates your voice. you don't speak much, but when you do, she's rolling her eyes. what you have to say is usually so inspiring to the other hunters, but she finds them cheesy. kobeni was brought to happy tears by what you said to her before a mission, which made himeno stop everyone and wait for kobeni to stop crying.

you're so high and mighty. everyone loves you and you try to be so mysterious. she never understood why everyone liked you, why everyone tolerated you when you don't do anything. maybe you're strong, stronger than aki and kishibe, but you were just praised so much that she hated you.

but seeing you now, all over the dishes and struggling to clean the things you used, it makes you feel more human to her. she watches you from the counter, hearing you curse to yourself as the dishwashing soap falls from your hand and into the soapy water. you turn to her to see if she saw. she did. you embarrassed yourself, and you sheepishly look away. she smiles. and stops as soon as she realises she is.

you were like some high school kid watching themselves around their crush. the way you glanced at her told her all she needed to know.

"i'm gonna go and change." she says, standing up from her stool and moving to her bedroom. she doesn't wait for your reply, but she heard a faint 'okay' from her room.

she didn't understand the change. admittedly, last night was the only time she's seen you outside of work hours, where no devils were there to stop you from being just you. you were sitting quietly, listening to everyone speak. you didn't know what to say.

after you finish the dishes, you try to clean up around the living room and kitchen. there were blankets and pillows all on the floor, maybe she was having a party or something. but you pick them up, fold them, put them in their place. and you finally find your pants, sliding them on happily.

you look for your belt under the couch when you hear someone clear their throat. looking up, you see himeno standing in her work attire with her arms crossed.

"hey, i'm looking for something, sorry." you say, standing up. she hands you your hoodie, which you plan on putting over your work shirt and tie. you just needed to find your belt and you would be set. "i'll be ready soon—oof!"

you fall onto the couch, on your back, as himeno moves forward and clambers over you. she gives you a pointed look as you stare up at her, feeling your face heating up. you gulp, one hand bracing the cushion of the couch, and the other hanging off the side. she's loosely straddling one of your thighs, hovering above you as her hand still on the sides of your head.

"h—himeno—"

"do you have a crush on me?" she interrupts you, tilting her head.

"what? that would be unprofessional, i—i couldn't..." you begin, losing your voice as you feel how close she is to you. your heart speeds up. "i'm sorry..."

"i knew it..." she huffs, leaning to the side a little. she scans your face, how your eyes stay on her. "you're terrible at hiding it."

"i'm sorry." you say, gulping. she was leaning closer, and you were getting nervous. "please don't hate me for it. we're partners."

"i bet you wish we were more." she jokes, gently grasping your chin so you look her dead in the eyes. you look like a poor deer in headlights. "i already hate you. everyone talks about how cool and how strong you are. and you suck it all in, go along with it. makes you feel better, doesn't it?"

"what?" you whisper out, blinking innocently.

"i hate people like you." she says, enjoying how you helplessly stared at her. you looked so hopeless — hopelessly in love with her. without a word more, she leans down and softly connects her lips with yours.

you hold your breath, keeping still as she kisses you. it was so out of the blue — didn't she say she hated you? you carefully move your free hand to the back of her neck, squeezing your eyes shut and missing her back eagerly.

her hand drops from your chin, dragging down to stop at your waist, holding you from there. your breathing hitches, and you pull away slightly to gasp. she catches your lips again, setting herself down to straddle you properly. she continues to kiss you as you sit up slightly, elbows bent to hold your weight.

you felt hot in the face, you knew you were embarrassing yourself by being such a klutz. but as her lips leave yours, you almost chase. himeno was an enchantress. you loved her smell, the sound of her voice, the way she walked. and here she was, saying how much she hated you.

"i—i thought you didn't like me." you huff out, sitting up straight to be face to face with himeno. your lidded eyes and dazed expression made her hold her breath for a moment. but, as if you've gathered your confidence, you begin to lean in again. "do... you not wan—"

"don't you have to meet up with makima?" she says, placing a hand on your chest and shoving you back to lay down again with a huff. she hops off your, moving to grab her shoes. "c'mon, before you're late and your amazing reputation is ruined."

you take a moment to gather yourself. your hair was even more messed up, and you stared at the roof with a heavy heart. it was beating fast, making you take in a deep breath and sit up, fixing your outfit and hair. you look behind you, seeing your belt underneath the pillow. after standing up and putting it on, you see himeno waiting for you.

she was leaning against the wall, watching you scramble to put your shoes on. she herself was wondering why she had kissed you too. you were always good-looking, but the way you acted pissed her off. did your prettiness really cloud her judgement.

she looks down to you sitting on the floor, struggling to tie your shoelaces. she chuckles.

no, she just met the real you today.

#hayakawa aki #hayakawa aki x reader #aki #aki x reader #kishibe #kishibe x reader #yoshida hirofumi #yoshida hirofumi x reader #yoshida #yoshida x reader #himeno #himeno x reader #chainsaw man #chainsaw man x reader #csm #csm x reader

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malereadermaniac · 1 year

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Insecure ~ Natsu Dragneel x Male Reader

Natsu is insecure about you having past partners - SHORT smut -> Hurt/comfort Top!Natsu x Bottom!Reader word count: 750 - Short fic in general lol Nsfw / MDNI ~ amab m!reader / FDNI

When you and Natsu started dating, he'd never been with anyone before

Both romantically and sexually

He's known you for a while so he knew that you'd been with a few guys before, and it never bothered him

But when the two of you had sex for the first time, you said something that made him start to feel a little insecure...

"Fuck... you feel amazing (y/n)!" Natsu grunts, his dick plowing into your ass like a madman

You moan loudly, Natsu's name bouncing off of the walls of his home

Your face was flushed and your body was sweating, you back against his bed, legs on your boyfriend's muscular shoulders

"Unnngh Natsu..." you moan, your ass clenching around the dragon slayer as kisses at your neck

His sweaty body against yours as you get closer and closer to cumming

"Fuuuuck are you sure you're a virgin, Natsu?" You moan, your dick twitching in need of release

"A-Ah... Yeah of c-course, baby Haaaaa~" Natsu moans, his face a mix of confusion from your comment and pleasure

"Holy shit - Ahhh~- you're better than anyone else I've had before FUCK!" You moan loudly

The thin string you were hanging onto snaps as you shoot ropes of white onto your chest and face

Natsu cums as well, biting your shoulder to ground himself as he finishes inside of you

His cum steaming hot, as expected of the fire dragon slayer

After the two of you clean up, you lay your head on your boyfriend's bare, muscular chest, his arm around your shoulders

You're talking about your day and a small mission you went on

But you were mainly talking at Natsu, not to him...

The pink-haired man was stuck in his thoughts

Natsu was having an argument with himself

He felt insecure that you were his first, but you had been with other men, who were probably more experienced and better than him

The other side of his internal argument was angry at himself, Natsu felt guilty as if he was slut-shaming you

It was fully within your right to have sex with as many men as you wanted before you two started dating, you were SINGLE for gods sake

But he felt icky knowing that other man had felt your touch the way he did...

"And then I ran into Lucy who-" you were mid sentence when Natsu interrupted you

"Sorry baby but... can I ask you something?" The pink haired man says meekly, avoiding eye contact

You chuckle "Yeah go ahead, I could tell you were stuck in your own thoughts anyway" you say with a smile

"Were... We're your past lovers better than me?.... like in bed" he mumbles

Natsu's question catches you off guard, to the point where you're speechless

Which Natsu takes as an answer

"Yeah I thought as much but...-"

"No! No they weren't! Sorry Salamander your question just caught me off guard" you explain, sitting up to look Natsu in the eye

"Oh... are ya sure? You don't have to lie to me, (n/n)" Natsu says as he brings a hand up to your head and plays with your hair

"I'm sure babe. You're better than any other dickhead I've been with in the past! Besides, I've only ever been with two other guys, and not one of them made me cum on their own haha" you laugh, your comments making Natsu blush

As the Dragon slayer keeps twirling your hair around his fingers, he looks into your eyes lovingly

"I'm glad I can make you feel good... cause your rock my world, (n/n)" Natsu chuckles

You laugh at his comment and after a little while, slap Natsu's shoulder gently and go to get up

"C'mon salamander, let's go start our da-" you were saying, however Natsu's tug on your arm interrupted you

"Wah!" You wail, Natsu's muscular arm immediately overpowering you, situating you onto his wide, muscular hips

"Let's go for a second round" Natsu says with a grin as the eager (no longer virgin) man grinds his hips upwards into your ass

"Noooo... I'm so tired already Natsu - bottoming is much harder than topping ya know!" You whine, but as Natsu grinds up, you too grind down

"Pleaseeee, you're hard too, (n/n)" Natsu chuckles, his rough palms rubbing up your side, his eyes focusing on your waist...

Fuck he loved your waist

"Ha.... Fuck it alright" you chuckle and bend down to kiss your boyfriend with a passionate, looooong kiss, that turned into a make-out

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vampire-scones · 18 days

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His perm is hanging on for dear life at this point. It's been about eight or nine months since his last appointment and the curls were really fighting for their lives. Billy sighed as he looked in the mirror and ran a hand through his hair. He didn't have that kind of money right now so he could do one of two things. He could start spending hours in the bathroom each morning curling his own hair, or he could just let his hair get in that weird in between of wavy and straight which he hated.

As he looked in the mirror the shine of one of his record sleeves caught his eye. It was Motley Crue's 'Shout at the Devil'. All the band members were on the front, done up in their stage make up and their hair teased to high heaven. His gaze immediately went to Vince Neil. Billy would be lying if he said he didn't think the lead singer was at least a little hot. But his hair...he'd never straightened his hair but he knew damn well he could pull off looking like Vince if he tired.

Billy found himself in the bathroom for the next hour and a bit, Susan's flat iron doing its work in taking the life out of the last of his curls. In one of his copies of Metal Edge he had been able to find a good photo of Vince Neil. His hair teased to hell but still framing that pretty boy face.

After Billy was finished with the flat iron he grabbed a comb, starting to tease and back brush his hair. It took a few tries before he had how he wanted it. All that was left was the hairspray. His new can was half empty by the time he was done with it. He looked in the mirror and couldn't help but grin. He looked fucking good. He looked like a rockstar. Sure this wasn't a style he was gonna be pulling off all the time, but as a little change before his next perm? Absolutely. Now the only thing left was to see how a certain someone would feel about it.

Billy cleaned up the bathroom, hid his magazine away again, and grabbed his keys. He put on a pair of boots and walked out to his Camaro. When he got in he cranked the volume of his 'Too Fast for Love' tap and drove off. With his sunglasses on and music blaring he drove way too fast down the back streets of Hawkins until he reached his destination. Harrington's house.

He pulled into the driveway and saw the door already starting to open. He guessed Steve knew it was him from the music. He leaned against the doorframe and raised an eyebrow as Billy shut off the music.

"Not even a call before you come over? You got something important to tell me?" He asked from his spot in the doorway.

Billy got out of his car and gave his hair a bit of a shake, making sure his hair caught Steve's attention. He took off his sunglasses and hung them on his shirt while he walked up to him.

"What? Can't I just pop by because I feel like it? Or do I have to have a formal invitation from the king?"

Steve stood there, just looking Billy over. His hair was so...different. Steve reached out to touch his hair. "Holy shit...you were busy in your bathroom today."

Billy let out a bark of a laugh and just grinned at Steve. "Like it, pretty boy?"

Steve couldn't help but nod. "Yeah...it looks good. Different. You look like a rockstar.."

"And I'm guessing your into rockstars?"

"I didn't say that! I just said you looked like one."

Billy smirked. He watched as Steve stayed mesmerized by his new look. He would take that as the approval from the masses he was looking for.

"Well you can't get your hands out of my hair, maybe we should go inside so you can pull it."

Steve didn't say anything to this and just grabbed Billy by his collar and pulled him inside, letting the door slam closed behind them.

(Inspired by some tags @flayedintheusa left on another one of my posts!)

#stranger things #billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #I hope you guys like this #Not sure how I feel about this #But i couldn't get the idea out of my head #i am a smol creture #I think i want to revisit this idea in the future #Of billy trying out different hair styles and steve's reaction to each of them #Or just him wearing his hair in different ways and steve havinga moment tm

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mymindcreatedthis · 3 months

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Grip The Sheets 18+

Reader x Guro Reiten

I apologize if there’s any mistakes or spelling errors. I haven’t proof read it.

Warning: Smut, Dirty Talk, Teasing, Daddy kink, squirting, spanking, hair pulling, tit fucking, cumshot, facial, blow job, throat pie, rough sex, unprotected sex, multiple creampies, clit teasing, pussy slapping, Positions: Doggy, Cowgirl, sit on the throne, 3 Legged Dog

Word count: 4.9k

*Guro's pov*

It was the 4th day of camp. Y/n and I are roommates this camp, we were at weight lifting I was working out when I feel eyes on me. I look into the mirror and see Y/n checking me out, I was kneeling on the bench doing curls.

Y/n's eyes were glued to my ass, I smirk and shake my ass a bit. Y/n bites her lip and adjusts her shorts, I smirk she was definitely wet. I finish my set and sneak up on Y/n when she isn't looking. I smirk and lean down next to her ear.

"Were you enjoying the view baby?" I nip on her ear lope and kiss her neck.

Her breath hitches, she blushes darkly and nods. "Y-Yes you have a great ass."

I smirk. "You aren't so bad your self."

I finish messing with her and walk away leaving her to work out flustered and turned on. Y/n was still checking me out, I smirk and follow her eyes.

Her eyes were glued to my crotch, I was wearing white shorts you could see the outline of my folds through the shorts. she was biting her lip. Y/n shakes the thought away and continues to do her set.

Another hour goes by and we finish working out. The workout session ends, Y/n and I head up to our room. I unlock the door and we go in, I close the door behind us and lock it.

We go into the room I grab new clothes and go into the bathroom. I shower and get dressed into new clothes. "Bathrooms all yours."

Y/n smiles and nods. "Thanks." She grabs new clothes and goes into the bathroom.

I lay on my bed and end up falling asleep. It was 9 pm and I was tired as hell, we had a long day of training.

*Y/n's pov*

I grab new clothes and head into the bathroom, I strip my clothes and get into the shower. I shower and get dressed into my new clothes.

I brush my hair and teeth. I come back into the room, I smile when I notice that Guro is asleep. She's knocked out cold, she looks so peaceful. I didn't wanna wake her.

I lay down on my bed. I turn on the tv but turn the volume on low so it doesn't wake up Guro. I watch tv for an hour and then end up falling asleep.

Fuck I was having such an amazing wet dream.

I moan loudly in pleasure. Guro lowers my boxers and starts to lick my Dick I moan loudly in pleasure and run my fingers through her hair as she eats me out.

I moan in pleasure as she wraps her hand and slowly strokes my dick. I moan as she strokes my dick faster Holy shit Guro, just like that. Shit that feels so good." I moan in pleasure.

Guro takes my dick in her mouth once I'm hard and starts bobbing her head. I moan loudly in pleasure, I take off my shirt and massage my boobs as she continues to suck me off.

"Fuck Guro, I'm close." I moan.

Guro bobs her head faster I moans loudly in pleasure. I rest my legs on her shoulders. I moan as the urge to cum gets stronger as Guro sucks the soul out of my dick.

"Mm fuck, I'm really close." I moan.

Guro hums against my dick and bobs her head faster and plays with my balls. After 5 more minutes I feel that familiar feeling in my balls.

Throatpie:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load in her mouth. Guro chokes and gags a bit as I cum in her mouth. Guro swallows my load and sucks me dry.

Guro licks up the rest of my cum and cleans up the rest. She shows me a mouth full of cum. I smile and gently rub her chin.

"Swallow my load baby." I say.

Guro smiles, some of my cum drips down her chin. Guro locks eyes with me and swallows my load. "Good girl."

Guro comes back up and kisses me. I moan in the kiss as I taste myself on her lips.

This kiss felt real

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I wake up when I feel someone kissing me. I notice it was Guro kissing me, I moan in the kiss as I taste myself on her lips. I kiss her back, I moan as I feel my boner rubbing against her soaking Folds.

"You taste amazing." Guro says as she rests her head against mine.

"That was you actually sucking me off?"I ask.

Guro smirks and nods, I blush darkly and moan as my boner teases her folds making me super hard.

"Stop teasing Y/n, just put it in. Please I need you." Guro moans.

I look at her. "Are you sure? I don't have a condom."

Guro smiles and nods. "I'm sure, I'm on a pill."

I nod, Guro moves to the middle of the bed and gets on all fours. Guro looks at me and smirks and shakes her ass, I bite my lip, and check out her ass as she shakes it. I smirk, I get up and get behind her.

I slap her ass, Guro moans and jumps as I slap her ass.

"Fuck daddy I love when you spank me." Guro moans.

She moans as I slap her ass again.i smirk and rub my dick through her cum filled pussy.

"Such a good slut." I moan as I slide my dick back inside her cum filled pussy.

We both moan, I place my hand on her hip. I grab her hair with my other hand I wrap her hair around my hand. I slowly thrust in and out of her as I pull her hair.

"Fuck....fuck....fuck." Guro squeaks out with each thrust.

"Like that baby? Daddy's dick deep inside you stretching you out?" I ask teasing her.

Guro moans and nods. "Fuck yes, I love your dick deep inside me stretching me out."

Guro moans and throws her ass back against me as I continue to fuck her cum filled pussy faster and faster as I pull her hair.

I pull her close to me. We both moan as this causes my dick to go a bit deeper inside her. Shit this is so good I'm balls deep inside her.

"Shit I don't think I'll last long babe. Ugh your grip is amazing." I moan loudly in pleasure.

Guro giggles and moans throwing her ass against me sliding back and forth on my dick faster helping me out.

"I guess I should help you out and make you cum deep inside me huh?" Guro moans.

I moan loudly as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. Fuck her pussy was tight and warm and felt like heaven.

"Mmm I'm close." I moan.

"Ugh shit....me too." Guro moans.

I moan loudly my balls slapping against her skin as our moans fill the room. I moan loudly in plans her walls clench around my dick.

Guro throws her ass back against me as she slides back and forth on my dick faster and faster. Fuck shes really gonna make me cum.

"Ahh Guro baby I'm close." I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer.

Guro moans and goes faster and harder. I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming.

Guro screams in pleasure and squirts again. Guro squirts all over my dick, and on the bed sheets.

"Baby, I'm really close." I moan.

I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls as Guro goes faster and faster.

Creampie #1:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her. Guro moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as I shoot ropes of thick sticky cum deep inside her painting her walls white.

"Fuck I feel so full." Guro moans.

I smirk, I help Guro ride out her high. Once we both come down from our highs, I slowly pull out of her. Cum oozes out of her and glazes her folds and drips down her thighs and onto the bed.

I slap her ass again. Guro moans as I slap her ass, I lean down and kisses her ass. Guro moan as I do this, I smirk and lick the cum off her folds and clit. Guro gasps and moans as I do this.

Guro lays in the bed and pants trying to catch her breath and moans as my cum continues to ooze out of her.

Guro smirks. "Mmm fuck my tits."

Fuck that may have been the hottest thing I've heard.

I straddle Guro's Sternum.

Once I'm straddling Guro's Sternum I stroke my dick until I'm hard then lay my dick in between her boobs. The brunette then grasps her tits and wraps them around my Dick then I start slowly sliding my dick in between Mal's tits.

"Does that feel good Y/n?" Guro innocently questions.

"Fucking incredible." I say as I continue to fuck her tits.

As I keep fucking her tits Guro starts talking Dirty to me which is really hot. It also makes me cum a lot faster than I thought it would.

"Where do you want me to cum?" I question.

"Just cum on me." Guro says.

I nod and continue to fuck Guro's tits. I moan loudly as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

"Mmm someone's close huh? Hehe you gonna bust your load all over me? You gonna shoot ropes of cum all over my tits and face?" Guro questions and talks seductively.

I moan loudly and bust my load all over her tits. Cum shoots on her tits and onto her face. "Ahhh fuck." I moan as I continue to shoot ropes of cum onto her tits and face. Cum coats her cheeks, chin, nose, forehead and eyes.

"Mmm fuck you have amazing tits." I moan coming down from my high as the last of my cum oozes all over her tits.

"Thanks." Guro says. She unwraps her boobs from around my dick.

Guro scoops up all the cum she can and puts it into her mouth.

"Mmm you taste good." Guro says.

"T-Thanks." I stutter. Guro smiles and sits up. She pushes me back onto the bed and straddles my lap.

"So Y/n. Ready for me to ride you?" Guro asks.

I bite my lip and nod. "Mmm I wanna feel you deep inside me." Guro says.

"Are you Sure baby?" I ask making sure that she really wanted this.

"Yes I'm sure. Cum in me baby." Guro says begging me. I get up, Guro scoots to the edge of the bed. I run my dick through her folds.

I slowly slide my dick inside her. We both moan as her walls immediately clench around my dick. "Mmm tell me when to move baby."

Guro nods, she takes a moment to adjust to my size. "Mmm fuck I thought you were big in my mouth but you feel even bigger inside me."

I smirk, I lean down and kiss her. Guro kisses back. "M-Move." Guro moans.

I rest my head against Guro's and look deep into her eyes as I slowly thrust in and out of her.

*Guro's pov*

I moan in pleasure as Y/n slowly thrusts in and out of me. Fuck she's really deep inside me, I can feel her massive dick throbbing inside me. She really needed a release, I moan and rest my head against hers.

I look down and watch her dick slowly slide in and out of me. Fuck she was balls deep inside me, she was so sexy her cute moans as she thrust into me a bit faster than before.

I moan, I reach down and grip her ass as she thrusts into me a bit faster than before. I moan loudly in pleasure.

"Mmm fuck you're really deep in there." I moan in pleasure.

"Yeah? You like that baby? Daddy balls deep inside you stretching out your walls?" She questions as she goes faster and faster.

"Mmm I love it." I moan in pleasure as her balls slap against my skin and our moans fill the room. Fuck she was so sexy when she is a Dom. Her being a Dom made my legs weak and made me super wet.

It was a major turn on. I moan in pleasure, my walls clench around her. It's only been 10 minutes and I was already about to cum.

"Mmm someone close?" Y/n asks seductively.

"Mmm I'm close baby, I'm gonna cum." I moan in pleasure.

"Let go baby. Cum for daddy." Y/n sexily whispers in my ear.

I moan and she kisses on my neck leaving hickys. I moan as I feel myself getting closer to cumming.

"Mmm I'm gonna squirt." I moan.

I squirt all over her abs, her dick and all over her thighs and all over the sheets. Y/n smirks and keeps going. Y/n goes at an angle and starts to hit my G spot.

Y/n and I both moan in pleasure. I moan and wrap my legs around her waist and pull her closer to me and leg trap her so she can't pull out.

"Mmm fuck so tight." Y/n cutely moans out in pleasure.

I pull her down and wrap my arms and legs around her as she continues to thrust in and out of me faster and harder. I moan and kiss her, we both moan in the kiss. She breaks the kiss and places her face in the crook of my neck.

Fuck she has amazing dick game. Y/n moan and kisses my neck as she thrusts in and out of me harder and faster. Her balls slap against my skin as our moans fill the room.

I feel her dick throbbing inside me, she was super hard and really needed a release.i moan as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach. I moan and grip the sheets.

"Y/n baby, I'm close." I moan in pleasure.

"Ugh me too baby." Y/n moans.

I feel her precum leak inside me letting me know that she was close to cumming and desperate needed a release. My legs shake in pleasure as she continues to pound my g spot.

I feel my walls clench around her dick. "Need to cum baby?" Y/n asks as she moans in pleasure.

"So damn bad." I moan in pleasure.

"Let go baby." Y/n moans as she fucks my brains out. I moan and squirt all over her abs and dick y/n moans in pleasure as she goes as fast and as hard as she can go.

Y/n's breathing gets heavier letting me know that she was close to cumming. "Yes, yes cum in me, I'm not letting you go until you cum in me." I moan in pleasure.

I was as I see pleasure on her face. Her face cutely contorts as she is about to bust her load deep inside me.

"Mmm f-fuck." Y/n cutely moans in pleasure.

I giggle. "Cum baby, cum in my slutty pussy."

*Y/n's pov*

I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. My breathing gets heavier letting her know that I was close to cumming.

"Yes, yes cum in me. I'm not letting you go until you cum in me." Guro moans in pleasure.

"Mmm fuck." I moan in pleasure.

Guro giggles. "Cum baby, cum in my slutty pussy." Guro moans loudly in pleasure.

Creampie #2:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside Guro. Guro moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as I shoot ropes of cum deep inside her and paint her walls white.

"Mmm fuck." Guro moans.

I rest my head against hers as I continue to slowly thrust in and out of her slowly pumping her full of cum. I help Guro ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her.

Thick cum oozes out of her and onto the bed. We both lay there panting and trying to catch our breaths. "Fuck you are amazing in bed." Guro pants out.

I giggle and kiss her. "Mmm so are you." I smile and look into her eyes.

Guro smirks. "Grab the chair and sit down baby I got a new position in mind."

"Mmm okay baby girl." I say.

I grab the chair, I pull it out from under the desk and sit down. Guro turns her back to me, she grabs my dick and helps guide my tip in and then slowly sinks down on my dick.

I moan once I'm back in her cum filled pussy. Guro moans in pleasure as she takes me back deep inside her. Guro moans as she takes me deep inside her.

"Fuck. You're really deep in there." Guro moans.

I moan in pleasure and place my hands on her hips as she slowly slides up and down on my dick. Guro moans and slides up and down on my dick a bit faster than before.

Her skin slaps against mine as our moans fill the room. "Mmmm fuck, feels so good." Guro moans.

I moan and help her slide up and down on my dick as she goes faster and faster. I moan and lean forward and kiss her neck, and back as she continues to ride me.

"Mmm fuck, right there Guro." I moan in pleasure.

Guro moans and goes faster and faster her skin slaps against mine as our moans fill the room. Fuck I don't think I can't pull out in time. The urge to cum was getting stronger.

"Where do you want me to cum love?" I ask.

"Don't pull out, cum inside me." Guro moans.

"Are you sure baby?" I ask.

"Yes I'm sure." She says moaning.

"F-Fuck." Guro moans loudly in pleasure.

"Like that baby? Daddy's dick deep inside you stretching you out." I tease her as she moves her hips back and forth fast and hard.

"Fuck yes, daddy I love it so much." Guro moans out in pleasure.

"Mmm fuck, G-Guro baby I'm close." I moan In pleasure.

"Fuck I'm close daddy, I'm gonna cum." Guro moans.

"Me too." I moan.

"Yes daddy, pump me full of your cum." Guro moans.

I moan in pleasure as I feel that all too familiar feeling in my balls. Guro moans in pleasure. After 2 more minutes I feel my balls tighten.

Creampie #3:

Guro moans in pleasure and slams her ass down. I can't take it anymore, and bust my load deep inside her. Guro moan and cums all over my dick, we both moan as I shoot ropes of thick sticky cum deep inside her and paint her walls white.

I help Guro slide up and down on my dick slowly helping her ride out her high. Once me and Guro come down from our highs, she slowly gets up sliding off my dick.

Thick cum glazes her folds. Cum immediately pours out of her, cum drips onto my lip, my dick and on the ground, some goes on my abs.

Guro smiles, she turns towards me and gets on her knees. She smirks and lick my dick and swirls her tongue around the tip, I quietly moan in pleasure as she does this.

Guro wraps her hand around my dick and slowly strokes my dick. I moan in pleasure as she does this. Once I'm hard Guro takes my length in her mouth and slowly bobs her head. I moan and run my fingers through her hair.

Guro hums against my dick and bobs her head faster. "Mmm fuck." I moan in pleasure. I hold her hair up in a ponytail as she bobs her head and sucks the soul out of my dick.

Guro makes me stand up, I giggle and moan as she wraps her arms around the back of my legs and holds me still as she bobs her head faster. She chokes and gags a bit as the tip of my dick hits the back of her throat.

"F-Fuck Guro." I moan and run my fingers through her hair. She bobs her head a bit faster.

After 10 more minutes of an amazing blow job I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

Throat pie #1:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load in her mouth. I moan loudly as I shoot ropes of thick warm cum in her mouth. Guro chokes and gags a bit as I cum in her mouth.

She shows me a mouth full of cum and swallows it. I smile and gently rub her chin as she swallows my cum.

Guro smirks, she licks my dick and takes my length back in her mouth. I moan and massage my bobs as she bobs her head a bit faster. I moan in pleasure, Guro reaches up and plays with my balls.

Guro bobs her head at a fast but steady pace. I moan in pleasure as Guro continues to play and massage my balls. By this point I'm a moaning mess as Guro continues to give me head.

I feel my balls tighten. "S-Shit, Guro baby I'm gonna cum." I moan.

Guro bobs her head faster and faster.

Throat pie #2:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load in her mouth. Guro chokes and gags a bit as I shoot ropes of thick sticky cum in her mouth and down her throat.

Guro sucks me dry, she places her hands on my ass. Guro squeezes my ass, my dick falls from her mouth. Fucking hell that was the best blow job back to back that I've ever fucking got.

I help Guro up. I make out with her and pin her against the wall. Guro smiles, she gets the idea. She wraps her leg around my back, I smirk. I rub my tip through her folds and slowly slide my dick inside her. Guro moans in pleasure as she takes my dick back inside her cum filled pussy.

"Mmm fuck. I love your dick and thick warm cum inside me." Guro moans.

I smirk and kiss her, Guro pulls me a bit closer to her. We both moan in pleasure as this causes me to go a bit deeper inside her.

We both moan as I slowly thrust in and out of her. "Mmm fuck baby. You're so wet and warm." I moan in pleasure.

Guro giggles and moans. "F-Faster."

I nod and moan as I thrust into her faster and faster. My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room.

"Fuck...Fuck....Fuck." Guro squeaks out with each thrust.

I moan and thrust into her harder and faster. I rest my head against hers and look deep into her eyes as I continue to fuck her cum filled pussy.

Guro's mouth hangs open, I start to pound her g spot. Guro moans and screams in pleasure as I hit her g spot. "Ahhh I'm gonna squirt." Guro moans in pleasure.

I smirk. I moan and continue to thrust in and out of her faster as I continue to pound her g spot. I reach down and tease and slap her clit. "Oh fuck." Guro shouts as she squirts like crazy all over my dick, my thigh, my abs and all over the ground.

I smirk and kiss her neck and gently slap her pussy, Guro moans and shudders as I do this. I smirk and moan in her ear, I wrap my arm around her waist and continue to thrust in and out of her even harder and faster than before.

"Mmm fuck it feels so good." Guro cries out in pleasure.

I moan in pleasure and keep going. I moan as I feel myself getting close to cumming.

"Ahhh I'm close." I moan.

"Me too." Guro moans.

I moan in pleasure, my breathing gets heavier letting Guro know that I'm close to cumming.

"Yes cum in me. Cum in me." Guro moans begging for my load as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

"G-Guro baby I'm gon-" I try to warn in her in time but I'm unable too.

Creampie #4:

I moan in pleasure and bust my load deep inside her. Guro moans and cums all over my dick, we both moan as I shoot ropes of cum deep inside her and paint her walls white. Some of my cum drips out and drips onto the floor

"Mmm fuck there's so much cum." Guro moans in pleasure.

I moan and lean in and kiss her. I moan in the kiss I slowly thrust in and out of her as the last of my cum oozes inside her. I help her ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her.

Cum immediately pours out of her and onto the ground. Cum glazes her folds, coats her thighs, some of the cum drips onto my dick.

Guro smiles and kisses me deeply and lovingly. I smile against her lips and kiss back. Guro walk me back to the bed, my legs hit the bed and she pushes me back onto the bed.

She smirks. "Got one more round left in you daddy? Or are you all tapped out?"

I blush darkly and smile. "N-No I still got one more round left."

Guro smirks and straddles me. "We aren't don't just yet baby. I want your final thick load deep inside me."

Fuck that may have been the hottest thing I've heard. Guro straddles me she lines my dick up with her pussy. Guro puts my tip in her and slowly sinks down I. My dick taking my length deep inside her.

We both moan as I'm deep inside her pussy. Guro grabs my boobs and takes a moment to adjust to my size.

"Fuck I thought you were big in my mouth. I feel so full with you deep inside me." Guro moans.

Me and Guro both moan as she slowly slides up and down on my dick. "Mmm fuck, so wet and tight." I moan in pleasure.

Guro slides up and down on my dick faster and faster. "Mmm fuck daddy you're really deep in there." Guro moans.

Her skin slaps against mine as our moans fill the room. I moan and spank her ass. Guro moans and goes faster and harder.

"F-Fuck." I moan in pleasure.

Guro moans and massages my boobs as she keeps riding my dick going harder. "Gah fuck, it feels so good." Guro moans.

"Mmm you Like that baby? Daddy's dick deep inside you stretching you out?" I ask.

Guro moans and grips the top of the head board. As she goes faster and faster. "Fuck daddy, I love it. I love you stretching me out." Guro moans.

I moan loudly as I feel myself getting close to cumming. "Gah Guro, slow down a bit. I'm gonna cum." I moan in pleasure.

Guro cutely giggles and moans. "That's the point baby. I'm gonna drain your balls and collect every drop of your cum." Guro says.

Fuck that may have been the hottest thing I've heard. I moan and watch Guro as she continues to ride me.

"You close baby? You gonna bust your load deep inside my pussy?" Guro asks seductively.

"Mmm I'm gonna pump you full of cum." I moan in Pleasure.

Guro grips the head board tightly and rides my dick faster and harder. I moan loudly in pleasure as I feel myself getting close to cumming.

"Guro baby, I'm gonna cum." Loudly in pleasure.

Creampie #5:

I moan in pleasure. I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her. Guro moans and cums all over my dick, we both moan as I continue to shoot ropes of cum inside her and paint her walls white. We both moan as I continue to pump her full of cum.

Guro gasps and moans as I continue to cum inside her. "Mmm fuck there's so much." Guro moans.

I help Guro ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs Guro closely climbs off my dick. Thick cum ooze sour of her and drips down her thighs and drips onto my lap, my dick and onto the bed and sheets.

"Mmm fuck." Guro moans as my cum continues to ooze out of her.

Guro lays down next to me. We both lay there panting and trying to catch our breath. It was now 6 am and the sun was rising.

Guro looks at me, she lays on her side. I smile and look into her eyes as she gently strokes my cheek. “I love you Y/n.”

I always had a huge crush on Guro and was really in love with her but never said anything cause I was afraid she didn’t feel the same.

I smile. “I love you too Guro.” I smile and pause for a moment. “Guro will you be my girlfriend?”

Guro smiles. “Yes, Y/n I’ll be your girlfriend.”

We both smile and kiss. We shower together and get ready for the day and go out for breakfast. After we finished eating breakfast we came back to the hotel. We went for 4 more rounds and end up falling asleep.

#my writing #lesbiansmut #wlw smut #woso fanfics #woso smut #g!p reader #football #soccer #guro reiten

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Just finished watching X-Men 97 Ep 7 (I love having a series to look forward to on a weekly basis again! Excited to get a good dinner and sit down for half and hour of getting WHIPLASHED by all the new reveals and emotions. It's such a nice thing to look forward to inthe mid-week slog as well)!!!

Thoughts and spoilers below!

They REALLY went all out with Gambit's funeral, and it was nice seeing Nightcrawler carrying out priest rites for the brother-in-law he could have had. Jubilee's anguished anger at Rogue not being there HURT

Holy shit ROGUE. VERY Rogue-centric episode, and it's pain pain PAIN evbery other minute. Her absolute disdain for Captain America not wanting her to be on his team to check out Gyrich because of the tense situation/'optics' is 100% understandable, I stand by women's rights and Rogue's Wrongs in this case. Also her backhanding him with the "America's Top Cop" label, she taking no prisoners this week.

Beast gently but sternly calling out Trish the reporter about how 'tolerance' simply isn't enough anymore and it was a low bar to set for mutant-human relations to begin with, and how he's aghast at the idea of having to give a calming/professional sound byte or something to try and quell mutant protests and demonstrations worldwide after what happened, after MILLIONS OF THEM DIED is. Very relevant. To certain current events. He's been trying SO HARD to be the sweet, professional one, but he is tired and he is sad and he doesn't have it in him to ask for the bare minimum anymore or tell his people they don't have the right to feel the way they do.

We get Diamond Emma! No clue as to whether the massacre has changed her outlook on life since her appearance was during a brief rescue moment where Cyclop's hopes that Madelyne could have survived (Jean said she could feel a telepath under all the rubble) got crushed, but hopefully that'll be answered in the next ep!

Sunspot finally coming clean to his mum about him being a mutant! She seems like a very sweet lady who clearly loves him and takes it VERY WELL, but immediately she's like "Our family is established and in the spotlight, your father's business can't afford this sort of publicity. The world won't accept you, especially given what happened, so we have to find a way to hide this from the public, and that includes cultivating a list of people you can associate with". Which feels like it could be relevant to today's queer acceptance where it's like "On a personal basis I love you and accept you for who you are, BUT..." as an evolution from the X-Men movie's "Have you ever tried... not being a mutant?"

There is a LOT of talk about 'optics' in this episode, which feels VERY TIMELY. And VERY POINTED. How President Kelly apparently wants to send aid to Genosha, but doesn't do it to the fullest extent because he's worried about the political optics from 'normal humans' who are now afraid of an all out human-mutant war, and argues that he's doing his best here and that he needs suppport to stay in office to ensure a 'worse' person for mutant advocacy doesn't step in (I'm not going to lie. Very Democrat argument for why their man should stay in office---look at the boogieman who might be there if they aren't, instead of dealing with issues head-on) . And Cyclops's civil but seething rage at that because this is NOT a time for subtleties or politicking MILLIONS OF MY PEOPLE ARE DEAD.

Nightcrawler comforting Rogue and letting her just bawl openly in his arms during Day of the Dead ;; My heart.

Rogue kills a man. Or, helps him to his death, I'm not sure how you categorize this when Trask was already attempting to jump off a building out of guilt anyway, and she stepped in to stop him, only to let go when he said he had no other info for her (she had initially told him to help them to redeem himself). Again, 100% understandable, I support Rogue's Wrongs, and I LOVE how dark they're taking this, watching our girl step closer and closer to the abyss from her rage and grief and just plunging into it. Also her screaming that Trask deserved it for killing a great man, "MY MAN!!!!!". Whoof.

KNEW Mags wasn't dead. Going to be fun seeing WHAT Bastion plans to do with him now.

Again, STELLAR episode, a good 9/10 from me!

#x men 97 #x-men 97 spoilers

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Magicians Don't Need Superheros Pt10

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Marvin grunted as he woke up, eyes fluttering open and a very confusing sight greeted him. This wasn’t his bedroom? This wasn’t his bed. Marvin turned over in said bed and got hit with another wave of confusion at seeing another body in the bed. Did he have a party last night or something? He still had clothes on so he didn’t-

“Oh, shit. That’s right.” Marvin groaned to himself as the memories of the previous day rushed in at the sight of Jackie’s green hair. “When did I even fall asleep?” He asked himself, seeing that neither he nor Jackie had gone under the covers, meaning they had fallen asleep during the movie. Marvin couldn’t even remember how far they got into it. He recalled finishing his tea, setting the mug aside and that was it. He wasn’t even planning on sleeping in Jackie’s room. He was supposed to stay till he got tired and then leave.

Did Jackie fall asleep first or did he not want to wake Marvin?

Jackie was still sleeping regardless and Marvin didn’t mind just closing his eyes and not being morning Marvin for a bit longer. He didn’t get that wish as Jackie turned over, felt the presence of someone near, and with a grunt of his own, he woke up and saw himself looking right at someone’s face.

“Holy fuck!” Jackie flinched and threw himself back, banging his head against the wall and then flopping back down, face to the bed and groaning in pain as he covered his head with his hands.

“Good morning to you too.” Marvin did his best to not laugh at what he just witnessed. “Are you okay?” He did fail at not laughing when Jackie held a thumbs up at him. “You sure you don’t want some-”

“Jackie! Chase said I had to take you to get-” Anti’s shout and the door flying open cut Marvin off. “I knew it! That’s a record!”

“Dude! I told you not to just barge in here!” Jackie scrambled out of the bed.

“If you didn’t want to get caught, you would have locked the door~” Anti sang.

“We’re not caught. Nothing happened.” Jackie reached to push Anti out.

“I wanna hear the details.” Anti slipped away and stood next to the bed, grinning at Marvin. “I’ll hold my hands apart and you show me how big.”

“Anti!” Jackie wrapped his arms around Anti from behind and lifted him. “Nothing happened!” He said as he carried Anti out of the room.

“Aw, he's shy!” Anti laughed, kicking his legs in the air and his laughter only got louder as he was tossed out of the room and Jackie closed the door.

Marvin just stayed in the bed and watched the chaos, letting it happen and waiting until Jackie was finished and leaning his hands against the closed door, head hanging and clearly embarrassed. Marvin shouldn't make it worse…but that meant he definitely was going to

“Were we supposed to have sex? I would have brought the lube.”

“You’re not helping!” Jackie's reaction got Marvin to now be the one laughing.

“You were the one that offered to tie me up.” Marvin laughed more as Jackie pressed his head against the door.

“I'm going to die.”

“Didn't know getting embarrassed was your kryptonite.” Marvin got out of the bed.

“It's pretty damn close,” Jackie mumbled and stepped back from the door when he heard Marvin heading toward him. “You got some sleep, right?”

“I did.” Marvin flashed a smile. Even with a face still red from being teased by both himself and Anti, Jackie still wanted to be sure he was okay.

He really took that hero title seriously.

“Hen will probably kick my ass if I don't let him check out my head.” Jackie weakly chuckled, rubbing the spot he had bumped as he opened the door. “He has like a third eye when it comes to us getting hurt.”

“That’s a good trait to have for a doctor.” Marvin hummed. “I’ll get cleaned up for the day and head to him as well, he wanted more blood.”

“Oh…fun.” Jackie tried to look cool by leaning against the door but instead, the door finished opening and he fumbled over a little since he had nothing to keep him balanced. He quickly got back up on his feet, pretending that didn’t happen as he leaned against it properly. “I’ll meet you down there?”

“Sounds good.” Marvin stepped out of the room and paused, turning to face Jackie. “Thank you, for everything so far. You’re going to make me get tired of saying those two words with how you are, might as well get it started.”

“Helping others is what heroes do.” Jackie with the proud puff to his chest.

“Nah. That’s just what Jackie does.” Marvin smiled again before turning around and going into his assigned room, leaving Jackie to watch him go and try not to blush at his words.

x~x~x

Marvin didn’t like being morning Marvin as he washed up in the attached bathroom to the room and got dressed. These clothes were his but they still felt so weird on his body. Something about the fabric just rubbed him the wrong way despite it being what he always got. He’d have to ask Jackie if this feeling would eventually go away the longer he was here or if it was just something to accept being part of his life now.

“First, I’ll visit Henrik and then I’ll get some tea and breakfast,” Marvin said to himself as he left the room, tightening up his ponytail after closing the door. “Some cereal doesn’t sound so bad or maybe there’s some-” Marvin stopped mid-step when he heard a happy squeal and got run into by someone half his height. His eyes widened when he looked down.

Is that a child?”

“Oh! Sorry!” The child apologized with a laugh. Marvin couldn’t place the age of the kid, honestly, he knew next to nothing about them and became an awkward stiff wall as the child looked at him and tilted his head. “Are you Marvin?”

“Yeah?” Marvin’s answer came out as a question.

“Cool! I’m Robbie! I’m…I think I’m six or seven or…um…I don’t know yet. I have to go ask Dad.” The child tapped his chin as he thought.

“Dad?” Marvin had a few people in mind that he really hoped wasn’t this child’s father.

“There’s my boy!” Anti popped up out of nowhere and scooped Robbie up.

“Oh please, no.” Marvin groaned, he’s experienced Anti for less than an hour in total and he hated the idea of him reproducing in any way shape, or form.

“You’re not my dad!” Robbie protested, crossing his arms in a pout.

“Thank God.” Marvin didn’t even try to hide his relief. “Wait, so who is his father?”

“Jackie,” Anti answered with a grin.

“I don’t believe you.” Marvin rolled his eyes. “You’re trying to start shit again and I am not in the mood.” He walked past Anti. Henrik likely knew the answer and he’d just ask him. Anti was not a good source for information, lesson learned.

“Fine, it’s Hen or at least that’s who Robbie calls dad.” Anti huffed as he put Robbie down.

“He’s Uncle Anti,” Robbie stated and then just ran, passing Marvin and then going into where Henrik’s office was.

“Uncle-” Marvin’s question stopped when he turned to Anti and noticed that he was staring off at nothing, eyes fully black and a dark green mist coming from his shoulders. He then suddenly snapped back to the present and shook his head. His eyes were what they had been before and the mist vanished. “You good?”

“When you see Jackie later, tell him that we’re doing a doughnut run.” Anti brushed what had happened aside and walked off.

“Great. More things on the list of ‘what the fuck was that’?” Marvin rubbed his face with a hand. “I swear it keeps getting longer and longer before I can even cross something off of it. I should literally write it down to keep track of all of this nonsense.” He continued speaking to himself as he got to the office and walked in as well.

“Hi!” Robbie greeted from the chair behind the desk. Henrik was over at a wall of filing cabinets.

“Good morning, Marvin. Did you sleep well?” Henrik asked, pulling out a file.

“Somewhat. Didn’t go down for a while but what sleep I got was good.” Marvin stood at the door and gave Robbie a little wave to acknowledge his greeting.

“That sounds about right for your first night. It takes some time to adjust to the new environment but some sleep is better than no sleep to start.” Henrik opened a different drawer and pulled out another folder.

“Jackie got me some melatonin tea and that helped,” Marvin said.

“Ah, yes. That tea has been a savior for some of us.” Henrik went back to his desk, placing one folder down and opening the other. “Grant me a few moments with Robert here and then I will take that blood sample. Chase wants to celebrate your first morning here with some doughnuts so you will not need to worry about breakfast. JJ’s making some tea and Chase is making coffee so that is taken care of for you, too.” Marvin watched Henrik work as he spoke, he and Robbie moving in what was likely a routine as they didn’t need to even look at each other while it all happened. Robbie placed a hand in Henrik’s and Henrik pricked his finger with something and swiped the droplet of blood on what looked like a sheet of paper.

“And it’s just us…Septiceyes, right? For the breakfast?”

“Correct.” Henrik took the sheet of paper and placed it inside a machine that hummed after the lid was shut. “You should not need to worry about meeting the others for at least a week. Sometimes they are impatient but we will make them wait.”

“Impatience seems to be a trait a lot of us share,” Marvin commented.

“That is fair.” Henrik agreed as the machine beeped and he read the screen. “And that confirms you are six this week, Robert.”

“Okay!” Robbie bounced off the desk and then ran out of the room.

“This week? Is he not always six? Is he not always a child?” Marvin asked while Henrik jotted down some notes into one of the folders and then tidied up.

“It is very complicated to explain, but, to save you some trouble in seven days, Robert’s age changes. So far it seems to be random but his ages range from five to twenty-five. He’s yet to be younger or older than that.” Henrik picked up the other folder of his and guided Marvin through one of the connecting doors to put him back in the exanimation room he had been in yesterday.

“How long would it take to explain why he does that?” Marvin asked, sitting himself on the examination table.

“Months and even then, I am still learning. When we found him, he was at his youngest, scared little thing, and he clung to me like a duckling does to their mother. And when he became a teenager a few days later, he referred to me as dad and while I am not his father, I do not have the heart to correct him. Especially when he is a child, I cannot handle when he cries.” Henrik had his back to Marvin, not letting him see his face as he pulled out supplies to take blood from Marvin again.

“You’re not suited to have custody of any of them,” Marvin recalled the argument Henrik and Chase had when he first arrived at the House. He saw how Henrik froze, his shoulders slumped and he shook his head.

“That I am not.”

“Why not?”

“A story for another day.”

“Hey, Hen!” Jackie greeted as he strolled in, preventing Marvin from asking more questions. “Oh-I-I’ll come back-”

“Did you hit your head?” Henrik asked.

“He really does have a third eye,” Marvin said.

“It was just a bump on the wall. It’s fine.” Jackie walked with Henrik when his arm was grabbed and he sat in the chair he was put in.

“Any headache?” Henrik asked, brushing Jackie’s hair aside in search of redness or a bump.

“No.”

“Dizziness?”

“No.”

“Blurry vision?”

“No.”

“Everything looks fine. Do not do what you did again and you are free to go help Anti with doughnuts.” Henrik patted Jackie’s back, getting him to stand.

“I can do that! What kind of doughnuts do you like?” The first part was to Henrik and the second was to Marvin.

“I enjoy chocolate eclairs,” Marvin answered.

“On it!” Jackie ran out of the room before anything else could be said.

“One of these days I will find the source of all that energy.” Henrik chuckled.

“You could charge the world for the rest of eternity if you do.” Marvin joined in on the chuckling.

#magicians dont need superheros #marvelsepticeye #veggie writes #Anti is such a shit and has no shame XD

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rmoonstoner · 1 year

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Poisoned Empanadas

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Pairing:

Moon Knight (Jake Lockley) x Spider!fem!reader

Spider-Man 2099 (Miguel O'Hara) x Spider!fem!reader

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18+

Warnings:

Violence, strong language, mentions of death, mentions of depression, sexual themes, sex dream, confusing switching of two look alike characters

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Summary:

It's all fun and games, until you get your motives questioned by a grumpy wizard. Then your subconscious decides to fuck with you.

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Chapter 4 - A - Empanadas de manzana - Chiloé Island, Chile

This is a sweet and tart apple pastry. It's made with cinnamon, cloves, lemon juice, and vanilla, and has a buttery flakey dough.

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Miguel had been very appreciative of the pizza. He had torn into the box and devoured three whole pieces, before you even got your box of chicken wings open. He looked like he was starving and you felt the same way, but you certainly weren't going to act like an animal.

He did look amusing though.

"Oh, shock. It's so good! I've never had pizza like this before. This is amazing!" Miguel finally spoke.

His face was pure bliss as he licked his fingers clean. You swallowed thickly, finding yourself drooling. You weren't sure if it was the image of him eating like a beast, or the fact that he was licking his fingers obscenely clean. You just knew it wasn't the wings that made your mouth water.

You two talked about patrols, recent current events that you thought he should be aware of, and then you went over all the local slang and currently used curse words. His little AI companion was quietly keeping score of all information, and by the time you finished your wings, it was early morning.

After the food was gone, you deposited the packaging and waste into the dumpster behind the pizza joint. When you turned around, Miguel was gone. Nothing remained of his presence, aside from the spot he had accidently dumped a package of hot sauce after he tore it open the wrong way.

You were disappointed that he didn't say goodbye. It was alright though, because now you knew he existed, and you wouldn't be scared to see him during the day in public and accidentaly mistake him for your ex. You decided to start the journey home, swinging back towards the Sanctum.

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It was about four am when you got in and the building was quiet, aside from the usual sounds of the unusual. The journey to your room was uneventful, right up until you got to the door of the round sitting room that led to your room.

There Stephen and Peter were, books scattered all around them. Peter was upside down, hanging from the roof with a notebook and pen in his hands, while Stephen was floating upside down in front of him, firing off questions.

"Holy shit, boys. You're still awake?" You exclaimed, which threw Peter off enough to slip down a few inches from the web rope he was holding.

"Oh, hey! Yeah! Stephen made me this weird tea, and it kept me up all night. He's been trying to help me study and fall asleep, but I am still awake!" Peter quickly said as he let go of the rope and fell to his feet. His eyes were wide, yet he had dark bags under them. He was wired, and the doctor didn't seem concerned.

"Yeah… My bad, I didn't even think about his Spider physiology. I just dosed him according to his age." Stephen declared with a shrug.

"It's alright, doc! I'm fine!" Peter said while snatching up his books and throwing them into his backpack.

"You say that now, but once it wears off, you'll be tired and burned out. I think it's time you go to bed, my boy." Stephen chuckled and placed a hand to Peter's shoulder.

"Naw, I have so much energy! I could stay up until my exam at 4pm. I'm sure of it-" Peter blabbered on for a moment and he suddenly went limp as the doctor caught him. The lad was out cold and you were worried, until Peter let out a rumbling snore.

"Is he snoring?" You asked. Stephen nodded and smiled as he hauled Peter up into his arms and went over to his bedroom door.

"Yeap. Had to use a sleeping spell. I'll cast a cleansing one as he sleeps, then he can sleep until I get him up for his exam." Strange smiled as he disappeared into the room. He came out moment later and shut the door. The sorcerer seemed amused.

"He's doing that burrito nest thing again. I don't know how he can stand all those blankets and the fireplace on at the same time." Stephen casually remarked as he flicked his hands to clean the room up. There were webs everywhere, which meant Peter had probably literally crawled the walls while being high on whatever the doctor had given him.

"He does that when he's exhausted. It's good ya knocked him out. He's barely been sleeping because of school." You replied as you helped Stephen remove the webbing that was literally everywhere.

"Yeah, I figured as much. So, how was the night watch?" Stephen asked while casually leaning on nothing, the cloak aiding him to do so. He had both arms crossed and an inquisitive look on his face as the room kept cleaning itself. By now most of the mess was gone, leaving just a bit by your door.

"It went well." You gave a short reply and tried to move towards your door. The moment you blinked, you found yourself at the entrance to the round room again.

Fuck. He had more to say and you weren't getting away easily.

"Just well?" Stephen asked with a quirked brow and a small smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

Oh no. He was doing that weird thing again. The power of deduction. It was one of his many natural talents and you loathed it when he focused that skill on you. Even though he wasn't your dad or anything, he sure fucking acted like one.

"Yeah." You shrugged and gave him a smile. He squinted at you and then chuckled with a gentle shake of his head.

Oh lord… Did he see something? A fault in your expression? Maybe he was using that third eye of his…

"Really? You didn't call for back up. You didn't even check in every hour, like you're supposed to. You must have been busy with something."

Riiight. That. You had forgotten to do so, what with Miguel appearing and then hanging out with him, instead of doing your job. Maybe if you gave up more truth, he'd back off and leave you alone-

"Ah. Well, it's funny you say that… The dark sauce spots on your torso confirms you had food. Wings again, right?" He pointed to the small splotches of the wing sauce and you smiled and shrugged. He kept going, not letting you say a word just yet.

"Also, I can clearly smell a garbage scent. It's not pungent, not enough of it to signal it was on you. But it is enough for me to tell that you were in close proximity to someone that maybe was filthy?" He asked and you tried so hard to keep calm. You'd never avoided telling him the truth before, but alas, you did smell a little. You couldn't even be mad at the comment.

"I was just talking with a friend. We grabbed pizza and wings." You tried to say, and Stephen just chuckled softly.

"Ah, I see… Who was this friend? Were you in uniform?"

"Yes, I was in uniform. His name is Miguel. He's from out of town." You explained and Stephen raised a brow.

"Also, judging by the fact you're not as chatty as you initially were when Peter was conscious, informs me you don't want to talk about this friend. Am I right?" By now the man was so smug looking.

"Fuck! Of course you're right, doc. I don't want to discuss my friend."

He was quiet for a moment as you squirmed, his smirk getting wider.

"Ah, I see. Is it a love interest? It's good to get back out there." He said, that damned grin not leaving his face.

"Uh, sure. Look, doc, I am really tired, and I have to get up early and-"

"No you don't. You planned on staying in and taking over Peter's gaming station. You made a big deal of it and everything with that new small animal town game that just came out. You even made me go to the store and get it." Stephen explained as he produced the game in question and waved it in your face. Damn him and his magic tricks and his stupid perfect memory. You snatched it from his hands and looked away.

His words made you sigh and rub the back of your neck sheepishly. You almost wanted to cry in frustration and exhaustion. Stephen noticed how you got quite stressed. His face softened and he sighed right back as he put his hands up in defence.

"Look, it's none of my business, but when you didn't call or text, I was getting worried, and Peter was as well. He asked me to check up on you, and when I did, you were sitting with another Spider. One that Peter doesn't know and has never seen before. He did, however, freak out, because he looks exactly like your ex…"

"Ah, fuck."

"Is that what Jake does at night? Is he a Spider-Folk and just hid it from you? I ask, because I only had a visual, and no audio. I remember you telling me about his peculiarities, before. I want to make sure you're safe. Peter was all ready to suit up and go kick his ass."

"May I sit down for this?" You huffed and motioned to the lounger. Stephen rubbed his face and nodded.

"Okay, look… The guy I was talking to looks like Jake, but he's not. He has proof that he isn't. Jake has some Egyptian symbols on his left arm, this guy did not." You said as you drew out the symbols on a piece of paper.

Stephen watched as you copied down the tattoo. His brows furrowed as you managed to write almost each symbol correctly from memory. Once he was done reading them, his brows shot up.

"That's… You're sure of the tattoo Jake has?" He asked as he took the paper and squinted at it.

"Uh, yeah. Sorry those pictures suck."

"They are actually quite good. You only made a mistake on this one, at the end. It's supposed to have a different bird to it, but otherwise, it's surprisingly accurate." He explained softly.

"Well, what does it say? Some lame ass thing, like 'live, love, laugh' or something?" You asked.

"Uh, yeah. It's very close to that, but in more words." Stephen huffed.

He had a look of concern on his face, which betrayed his words. He tried hiding it by rubbing at his tired looking eyes. You could tell he wasn't exactly telling you the whole truth, but he was tired and you were willing to drop the whole conversation, just because you got to skim over who you were with. Turning away, you hoped that was the end of the talk, when Stephen shifted in his seat.

"What's his name?" The doctor suddenly asked. It made you freeze on the spot.

"I… I don't want to out him"

"I won't tell Peter, or anyone else. I just want to make sure he's not on my watch list."

"Oh… Okay… His name is Miguel O'Hara."

The moment the Spanish Spider's name was mentioned, Stephen crinkled his nose.

Oh shit. Was Miguel on his list? If he was, that meant you had an obligation to help the wizard find and catch the new Spider. It would be so easy for Stephen, and you didn't want to have to go hunt this poor man down…

"No idea who that even is." He finally announced and gave a long yawn. It encouraged a yawn from you, and you gave him a smile.

"So, are we good? May I go to bed now, doc?" You asked while rubbing at your face. The wizard moved forward and gave you a weak smile.

"Sure… But, please don't go jumping into anything blindly. I know how much you miss Jake, and trying to fill that void with a look a like, doesn't help. Trust me, I know." Stephen patted your shoulder and turned away to leave.

"Yeah…" You muttered and went into your room.

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It should have been warm, but it wasn't. It wasn't cold, either. It felt like the absence of both and it wasn't bad or good. It felt like a dream, and maybe it was. Everything was off, like an artificial intelligence program that was trying really hard to replicate reality and failing only slightly. It was enough to know it wasn't real.

It was dark, but everything was crystal clear and it was breathtakingly beautiful. A rolling landscape lined with buildings of all sizes and shapes, colors, and lights. They went on forever into the sparkling night like an 80s retro synthwave album cover.

"It's amazing to look at, isn't it, doll?"

That voice.

You knew it anywhere. The distinct gravelly drawl was thick with a mix of Spanish and American tones. That was unmistakably Jake Lockley's voice. Hearing it now, made you feel stupid that you ever thought Miguel sounded like him. They were somehow two entirely different sounding accents, even though their voices were nearly identical.

"But of course, none of it compares to you, mi estrella." As he spoke, your vision blurred a little as you were turned to look at him.

He was stunning as he sat there in a grey tux, his legs dangling from the ledge where he sat. He had his customary bloodied plaster over the bridge of his nose, and his hair was slicked back with a few stray curls over his eyes. It was weird to see him lacking his hat, but he was wearing those gloves he was so fond of.

You tried to speak, but unfortunately nothing came out, save for a sigh. Jake's grin got wider and he tilted his head, almost looking past you. He looked so crisp and clean, when you were used to him looking like an overworked cabbie. Sure, he did clean up well, but never like this.

The suit was just too perfect. Not a detail out of place. Everything an expensive suit should have, was there. Dress shirt, tie, vest, pocket square, and pants. Even his shoes were tailored, looking like a nice shined up Italian leather. Everything was that rich charcoal shade, with the tie, shirt, gloves, and pocket square all being black.

The small detailing on the suit was phenomenal. The patterns on the fabric all appeared to be related to his interests in regards to Egypt, with everything from hieroglyphics to stylized patterns from that time period. It was subtle and stylish, but it was throwing you off.

"I miss you, you know. Every night I think about you. It helps to keep me going, knowing you'll be there when I get back." He murmured softly as he reached out to take your hand.

You looked down and felt your heart beating wildly in your chest. He was always so romantic, you know, when he was around. Of course this dream was projecting that positive trait. Missing him felt awful, and boy did you ever miss him.

Jake took your hand to his lips as he dipped his head down to kiss it. You squirmed, trying to will yourself to take your hand away, but you didn't budge. Jake took it as a sign to keep going and he pulled you closer, kissing his way past your wrist up your arm, and to your shoulder. It shot a shiver down your spine as your body reacted to him the way it always had.

"Do you know why I call you, 'mi estrella'? I consider you like the sun, and myself the moon. You're so brilliant and warm, and your greatness shines so brightly. It reflects onto me, making me feel like my heart is full." In the blink of an eye, you found yourself sitting in his lap as he husked out romantic words of adoration to you in Spanish.

You didn't remember doing so at all. His hands were roaming all over you, his rough voice groaning into your ear. His kisses had moved to the spot by your ear, nibbling, sucking, and licking the skin there. Every touch and every whisper was setting you aflame. It was so familiar, it felt safe, and you gave in to the motions of the experience.

Just as you surrendered to the dream, everything decided to go screwy. The night sky and the lights of the city all went dark. A low growling came from behind Jake, and when you looked, there were two small red dots staring at you. When you blinked, everything shook, and then they were gone.

When you looked back at Jake, he had changed subtly. At first you didn't quite know what it was, until he opened his eyes and shot you a toothy grin.

Sharp fangs and twinkling crimson eyes shown back at you.

"Don't think about him. His pretty words mean nothing when he keeps breaking your heart." Miguel's distinct voice hit your ears. You felt a ripple of heat go through you when you realized you were still in the same position you had been with Jake.

Right in Miguel's lap.

"Miguel." The words came out soft, like a whimper as you felt Miguel pull you closer. He whispered your name and dipped his head down to capture your lips. You closed your eyes, sighing happily as you felt him tip you backwards.

"Él no te merece." He groaned as he pushed firmly against you.

Oh.

Ooohhh…

Things sped up, like a choppy and thrown together home movie. Miguel's hands seemed like they were everywhere and his mouth was busy nipping at your neck. You could feel the drag of his teeth along your throat, which made you shudder at how easily he could tear it out if he so wished.

The scene switched to him tearing your clothes off, starting with your top at the arms. He started out by slipping your gloves off and throwing them behind him carelessly, then moved on to popping one of his claws out and slicing your sleeve, all the way up to your neck. He did the same to the other sleeve and then sliced downwards, going carefully, yet dangerously close to your skin.

"So beautiful… Hermosa." Everywhere he cut open, his mouth followed suit as he kissed and licked at your flesh. He was passionate as he gently rutted against you. You could only whimper, whine, and squirm as he worked, tearing and peeling your suit away from your body.

Your pants were swiftly taken from you, and somehow Miguel was also lacking any attire. The moment didn't last much longer, because he quickly kissed you as he grabbed at your thighs and hoisted you up to meet his hips. He was quick to kiss down to your neck again, this time biting and sinking his fangs in.

Pleasure rocketed through your body as he filled you just slow enough for you to get used to the feeling of him. He felt so good as he hit the back and stayed still. He growled, while you gasped and wriggled in his grasp, but finding all it did was move him around inside you.

He started to move, slowly at first, but the dream chose to slow it down even more as he increased his pace. You soon found nothing but a cloud of pleasure and felt his claws digging into your hips as he pounded into you. It didn't hurt like you thought it would, and instead, it was a wonderful sting of euphoria as the man ravaged you to his liking.

You had no idea how long this lasted for. Every time you closed your eyes and opened them, you were in a different position, but it was still Miguel. Nearly all of them where he could reach your neck, he had bitten you each time, and each time, it filled you with a thrill like no other.

All the noises were down right pornographic.

Skin was slapping against skin.

Lungs burned as you made obscene noises.

Miguel snarled and growled like a beast as he kept up his assault on you.

A much welcome assault, mind you. You felt so good through the whole thing. Every part of you reacted accordingly.

But as dreams go and flow, they would eventually end.

There was the most wonderful climax you had ever had in a dream, and then everything was black.

"Don't forget about me, mi estrella."

Those words hit your heart, and everything suddenly felt heavy.

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Series Master List

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Rise and live again as my fist of vengeance. My Moon Knight

Is written on Moon Knight's pants. Stephen reads something similar in the hieroglyphics the reader presented to him.

Estrella is 'star' in Spanish. Hermosa is 'beautiful'. Él no te merece. is 'He doesn't deserve you.'

I use Google translate, so if it's wrong, sorry about that. Feel free to correct me.

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Beta Reader:

@einno-arko

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another-mrfluffball · 2 years

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lol homie it’s me ausie dyslexic anon (lol im cringe) anyway how do they react to an s/o who is swamped with work

(i have two things due tomorrow and a test then i’ve gotta do my english thing thats due on Monday so my plan is to eat junk food and make my english thing fan fiction)

Oh hello! I am literally so sorry for responding late!!!!! I was so busy with work and Halloween :(( I hope this writing cheers you up! Again, I'm sorry for responding late!!

This is kinda more of an how they support you when you are tired kinda writing! Hope that is okay!!

Lupin

Y/n~~~~~~ How about we take a break?

He will try his best to cheer you up!!!

He will get you all of your fav snacks and treats to cheer you up!

If you wanna get snacks and treats but feel bad for him getting them, he will give a whole speech about how wonderful and hard-working you are, and say you deserve a reward/break snack :))

Y/n!!!! You absolutely and totally deserve a nice little snack! No need to feel bad, for me getting them!!! Lupin at your service :DD

He will have a cheerful smile after getting those snacks!

Y/n~~~~~!!!!! Lupin the delivery service is here :))

You giggle at this goofy cheerful man :)))

Thanks you so much Lupin :)

No problem y/n :D

Jigen

Y/n is there anything I can help with?

He is very much supportive of you :)

He will try to help as much as he can. Of course, he will respect you boundaries and try to push himself to help to the point of disturbing you!

If you wanna go into focus mode, he will subtly and secretly protect you from any disturbance.

If anybody tries to disturb and annoy you, he will block and protect you from them >:)

If you fall asleep on your chair, he will pat your head and place a nice warm blanket for you :)

If you have any errands or mini-tasks for him, he is happy to help!

Whenever you are not in your room or sleeping, he will place a little flower next to you ♡

Goemon

Is worried that you will push your limit!

Y/n please remember not to push yourself, it is important to take a rest from time to time

He will make warm tea for you!

If Lupin is being an ass to you prepare to run-

Likes to gift you, some Japanese snacks :)

If he sees you, getting tired to the point of becoming dizzy, he will pull you for a mini break!

Will give you one of the best breaks ever omg

Will check up on you from time to time!

He will give you comforting words when you take a break :)

Fujiko

Y/n you ok?

She is such a dramatic and over the top with the break holy shi-

From flower perfumes, and expensive and elegant snacks, to a comfortable cuddle :D

If you dare apologize, she will put a finger on your soft lips and go

No, no, no! Y/n you really need to take breaks from time to time honestly! Just relax ok :)

If somebody is being a little shit and giving you more work, she will personally go to their home and meet them and kick their ass :)

Honestly, they should understand how much pressure and ass they are to my dear lover ):<

Zenigata

Y/n I must order you to take a break!

Oh hi, zenigata...I'm okay I can finish I- *clumsily drops something* Oh no I- *Tired sigh*

Then out of your big surprise!

Wha- *bridal carrying style* Y/n do not worry! You will not need to move!

*y/n blushes instantly* !!!!

Zenigata carried you to the couch and plopped you there.

Don't move y/n! I will get some food!

He then ran to get some snacks for you!!!

For the next few minutes, you two took a delightful break :D Having nice and funny conversations, talking about how much a stress work has been, etc.

It was honestly nice just releasing all those stressful thoughts :)

When you both were cleaning up the snacks, you gave him a kiss on the cheek and gave a bright smile, softly said thank you, his face exploded and blushed madly.

It was nothing y-y/n Hope you do well on the rest of your work ///

Message for everybody! Hope this cheered you up!!! Good luck with your work!!!!! Lupin gang is very proud of you and is cheering you on \(*´▽｀*)/

#lupin iii #lupin the third x reader #lupin iii x reader #lupin x reader #jigen daisuke x reader #jigen x reader #jigen #ishikawa goemon xiii x reader #goemon ishikawa xiii #goemon x reader #fujiko x reader #fujiko #inspector zenigata #zenigata x reader #headcannons

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tehaxo · 2 years

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Heyoo! Hope you're having a good morning/night, I thought I'd stop by and send in an ask.

I'm not sure whether this is considered HCs or not, but who do you think out-of-the-current U.A. staff would randomly take a week break.....Only to spend it by staying up all night?

Like, they wanted to have a ✨️restful✨️ break but ended up just making their schedules even worse 💀💀😭

Thank you!

!If this ask is not of your liking, feel free to ignore it!

OH MY GOD LOL ITS OBVIOUSLY AIZAWA FOR SURE! also i hope you dont mind, i made reader be with aizawa <3 i apologize if it’s not what you wanted.

pairing: aizawa x gn!reader

warnings: none

a/n: i hope you enjoy it! i had so much fun writing these.

People would be super concerned when he would randomly take the week off and try to contact him, only to be angrily told off and hung up on.

He’d be happy that he got the week off but now that he has it, he’s confused. He couldn’t sleep whatsoever, what was wrong? He was able to sleep everywhere else completely fine.

You were also part of the crowd who was concerned but all your questions were answered once you found him tucked in bed. You guys had a shared bed and his low huffs didn’t go unnoticed and it annoyed you a bit, to be honest.

“Stop tossing and turning, You’re taking all of the blanket! And quit it with your sighing, it’s so loud I can’t sleep!” “I’m trying to sleep, stop yelling.”

The nerve he had, YOU were trying to sleep too! But he ignored your complaints and tried to get himself to sleep.

He was quite jealous of you in the morning, he wished he was in your place- Sleeping and resting. Once you were awake, you saw him staring down at you and you nearly got a heart attack. “Holy crap, You look like shit! Did you even sleep?”

A day would pass, and his efforts still went to waste. He’d go to your guys’ living room and come up with a solution, to watch until he got tired. He put on a random show and waited till he felt sleepy, except he ended up getting engrossed in the show. Episode after episode there was another cliffhanger that pissed him off. He refused to do anything else until he finished it.

He ended up regretting staying up watching the show because the ending was shit. Well, what was he expecting? He already knew the show was bad enough at the beginning but still chose to watch it. “Hey, you didn’t come to bed last night. Are you o- Huh? Were you watching my show?”

After getting situated in the morning and dropping you off at work, he was relieved. He immediately hopped into bed and closed his eyes. Finally, he was falling asleep. He was in the most comfortable position ever, seconds from passing out. “Hey, don’t forget to clean the cat’s litter! And put food in his bowl,” were the words before you hopped out of the car and rushed off.

He cursed at himself, he couldn’t get one moment of peace. He’d angrily get out of bed and then do the chores you asked him to. But as he was about to return to the room, he noticed that the house was super messy. He tried to ignore it but the thought of you coming back to a messy house after work upset him so he’d get out of bed once again and clean the whole house. All the sleepiness he had before was gone and he could no longer fall asleep.

He was doing everything but sleeping, he was doing it to himself at this point. He’d sip on coffee for a whole day and then wonder why his eyes won’t stay shut when he tries to sleep. On other days, you’d guys go out and spend time together. So he gave up on the last days of the week and accepted that he wouldn’t be able to sleep.

During that week, goals were not accomplished. He did not get one day of proper rest. When it was time to return to U.A, he looked like he had his soul stolen out of him. Many of the students and staff would ask how his break was then he’d respond with a scowl.

“I’ll have you know, I slept a lot. All I did was rest and nothing else.” “Oh… Uhm, okay then.” He would lie in a furious tone, it was obvious he did quite the opposite to everyone. So they would try not to get on his nerves too much for a few days.

So there, his whole week of struggling to sleep. Perhaps he’ll be able to sleep today peacefully.

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arileartist · 2 years

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A long day...

(Rin version)

You come back home, tired and upset because of everything that happened at your University. You want to just cry it out so badly. Not only did your teachers insult you a lot, but you also had the most atrocious amount of work to be done today. It drained you out, and on top of that, you injured your foot badly, and it was bleeding. You slouch down into your sofa, breaking into tears. You hold up your phone, and one name is all that you can see;

Rin

DADDY'S BACK IN TOWN BBY! I'M COMING TO YOUR PLACE RN SO GET READY WE GOING OUT TODAY!!

Y/n:k..

You are way too exhausted. There's no way you're going out with him, but no sooner than you had replied, the doorbell rang. You weakly walk up to the door and open it. "Yo!" Rin says, greeting you, but his smile immediately fades after seeing your condition...

R:y/n?? What's wrong with you?? You look like you've just woken up from a depression sleep!

-no... It's just...

(your foot twitches, and causes you to lose your balance. You fall into Rin's arms)

R: h-hah???

R: let's get you to bed first holy shit your foot is bleeding!!

He picks you up bridal style and carries you into your room, locking your front door behind him. As he lays you down, he strokes you cheeks and gently kisses your forehead. "Who did this to you..." He asks. You shake your head, telling him how your day went. He listens to you with every ounce of interest... Making you feel glad that you could vent out your frustration. After finishing, you wipe away a tear, saying ,"Rin... I'm so sorry... After coming from your trip..I couldn't even welcome you properly... But if you can just stay here with me...I would really appreciate it.." you say. He smiles at you, wiping your face with his thumb. "Idiot... This is better than what I had planned. I would love to take care of you. Chances like these are rare for me, so watch me be your best nanny!"he boasts. You giggle at his response. "Do you mean caretaker? Nanny is for babies and children lol" you say. Embarrassed, he tries to cover it up. "Y-Yeah that's what I meant!" He says. He then takes out his phone and types away furiously at it. He then takes out a first aid box from his bag, which you look at, surprised. "Do you always have that??" You ask. He smiles at you proudly. "Can never be too careful y'know" he says. You hesitate when he removes the disinfectant. You quickly retract your leg, but he holds it firmly. "It'll be okay. Trust me" he says softly. It stings when he dabs the cotton carefully, but you manage to keep a stoic expression. "R-Rin... It..mm!" You groan. He blows on your wound softly, cleaning it up. "There. It's better now"he says, then pulling out more cotton and dressing it. You are so entranced by his demeanor. The way he so carefully and gently treats you, really makes you feel warm and loved. You shift his falling hair aside, whispering in his ear;"I love you so much.... Thank you". He giggles, looking at you. He then gets up, wound dressed completely. He sits besides you on the bed and opens his arms, smiling. You almost jump into them, nuzzling your face into his neck and hugging him. "Teehehe! Y/n! That tickles you know?" He says, giggling and stroking your hair. You smile, and move towards his face. He understands the gesture and gently meets his lips to yours, causing your worries to all melt away. He runs his fingers down your hair, caressing your cheeks. As you two separate, there's nothing left to say. You two are lost in each other's eyes, and your only wish now, is for them to be the only ones for you. You snuggle into his arms, as his cherry blossom scent lingers around the air. You find yourself falling asleep before long....

#free! rin #free! headcanons #free! x reader #rin matsuoka #free! dive to the future #free! eternal summer #fanfic #oneshot #fluff #free! fanfic #gn reader

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rems-writing · 6 months

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Apple

Pairing: Jongho × afab!reader

Summary: CONGRATULATIONS! YOU PICKED THE APPLE! please listen to Next to You by Bryson Tiller as you read your choice

Warning(s): Again. Pure porn

Genre: Nasty ass fucking smut

Nets: @mirohs-aurora-society

I picked up the apple and looked around before shrugging and biting into it. It was a good apple and I finished the entire thing in a minute. I was a bit hungry.

A knock on the door sounded and I felt relieved since I figured one of my friends came to retrieve me. I opened the door and my jaw dropped. This wasn't one of my friends.

It was a handsome young man.

He stepped inside and closed the door behind him before grabbing my wrist and leading me to the bed. He sat down and pulled me onto his lap before he started singing Next to You by Bryson Tiller.

He had such an angelic voice! Holy shit.

As the music played on the TV and he continued singing, I melted into his embrace and kept listening. I could listen to him sing for hours and never get tired of it. Hell. I could even fall asleep to his voice! After he was done singing, he spoke in a quiet yet sweet voice.

"Hi. I'm Choi Jongho. What's your name?"

"Y/N. I love your voice."

He gave me a precious gummy smile and my heart softened at the sight. I couldn't help but hold his face. He was so round and cute, especially with the beanie on. He looked so boyfriend coded to me. As he stared at me softly, he was rubbing my back and he kissed my cheek.

"Are you single?"

"Yeah I am."

"I can fix that."

He surged forward and captured my lips with his in a heated kiss. He adjusted my body so I could straddle him. As I held his face and kissed him, his hands went underneath my thighs and wrapped my legs around his sturdy waist. He soon picked me up and pinned me against the wall.

HOW STRONG WAS THIS DUDE?!

He groaned in my ear and looked at me sensually.

"Can I take you right here?"

I nodded and he smirked before setting me down so I can strip. I was fully naked and so was he. He picked me up again and thrusted inside me quickly. I threw my head back against the wall and moaned loudly. He soon started thrusting into me hella fast and I squealed every time he hit a certain spot effortlessly. He chuckled and held onto me tighter as he kept thrusting in and out of me. I had to hook my arms underneath his since I felt the urge to scratch down his back. When I did, he moaned lowly into my ear.

"Taking my cock so well. Fuck I hate your ex for not appreciating you. He's a dick. A scumbag. I hate him. I will break his neck if I ever see him near you. Cum."

One single word and I came all over his dick. Well...

More like creamed all over it.

He moaned loudly and pulled out quickly before putting me down and placing me on my knees. He pumped himself a couple more times before jizzing all over my face. After he was done, he swiped all of his cum off my face and shoved his fingers into my mouth. I sucked them cleaned and kept eye contact as I did so.

"Good girl."

He picked me up and threw me on the bed before laying down next to me.

"Sleep now. I hardly doubt you can walk so I'll carry you home."

I nodded tiredly and drifted off to sleep.

Wait a minute...

How did he know about my ex...?

[And that's pretty much it! Unless... you missed something?]

#ateez x reader #ateez smut #ateez imagines #ateez fanfic #ateez #mirohsaurorasociety

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AO3 is down, have a scene to fuel yourself in the meantime

summary: adult hero eldritch!Izuku vs. government sniper: FIGHT

World Walker spoilers below the cut. also tw for guns. all you need to know is that he’s baiting the hpsc for funsies and spite. uuuuh for new folks, take dimension travel and make it cosmic horror, thats Cryptid’s quirk. Cheers and i hope u enjoy!!

Takihiro really does not care much about heroes, but his best friend has a hyperfixation and therefore he must fuel it. This used to mean sending a video every time an underground hero walked down the sketchy alley his window looks over, so Shin could scream in a combination of capital letters and paragraphs.

Takihiro may have set up his desk at the window so he'd notice passerbys for this exact reason. He may have gotten a better camera. He also may have ended up calling in enough petty robbery and assault to make him very distrustful of his neighborhood, with a side effect of attracting so many heroes to his alleyway. It's definitely a stop on their patrol routes. Now he just turns on a video call and listens to Shin experiencing serotonin like clockwork.

The infodumping he gets nightly is fantastic.

So when he sees movement, it's a habit to check for a familiar costume. He lets Shin know the nightly entertainment is happening and flips his camera. They were already on call studying anyway.

"That's Cryptid!" Shin yells in his ear, like it isn't Thursday on the Iidaten patrol route. It's either Mindblank or Cryptid, every time. Wednesday is a little more unpredictable- yesterday Zookeeper made judgmental faces at the dumpsters and swept the whole place with her cleaning quirk. It must have been a slow night.

Shin happily recites his internal Wikipedia page on Cryptid as Takihiro procrastinates finishing a paper. Outside, the hero has stopped to stare at the weirdly sterilized alley suspiciously. It's a good night.

"And that's only after the Chaos Crew merged with Iidaten," Shin is saying as Cryptid finally starts moving again. It's kind of funny. He's sticking to the shadows as if the dumpsters are about to jump him. "Since then, the core members have taken up leading positions. Uravity heads their rescue department and Mindblank heads the Undergrounds. I think Ingenium actually is their Daylight spokesperson while Cryptid is their Underground media person, so-"

A gun fires.

Cryptid stumbles.

Takihiro flinches violently back from the window, scattering pens and highlighters across his desk. He ducks and fumbles with the desk lamp until it turns off.

"Was that-"

"Yeah," Takihiro whispers, caught between retreating further into his apartment and staying to watch. He taps the record button on his laptop, grabs his phone, and is about to shuffle backwards when Cryptid reaches out and claws open the air in a wide swipe. A second later, the hero casually drops something into a small bag and seals it.

"The bullet," Shin whispers as Cryptid tucks the evidence bag into one of his regulation belt compartments.

"I was wondering," the hero calls as he searches for something amidst the tall buildings, "when they'd cross this line. Is a blood sample really worth this kind of risk?"

"Holy shit, he's about to monologue," Shin says. "Dude, go to your kitchen or something. He only does this when the villain can hear him. You don’t want to get caught up in some kind of long-range quirk."

"How does he know they're close, though?" Takihiro mutters as he switches speakers.

"I bet he uses his portals to see. Are you safe?"

"I'm going, I'm going-"

Four more shots fire in quick succession. One visibly hits the wall behind the hero, shattering brick.

Cryptid hacks out a laugh. It's an awful sound. Tired and frustrated, like a wild animal that's bolted through a maze only to find itself cornered. Takihiro stays frozen as Cryptid bends forward with starlight bursting from the darkness around him. Limbs lengthen further, unseen wind buffets nebula-dusted hair, and the hero's spine curls. He tips his head back, straightening up again, but his posture is now decidedly unnatural. There is something wrong with his eyes.

There is something wrong with all of him, really.

"There are easier ways to buy blood," Cryptid says in a voice that physically shudders through the air. His head turns, the movement eerily smooth, and his face becomes visible.

Takihiro's breath freezes in his lungs as the most villainous hero he's ever seen stares down a sniper. Cool gold has begun to well up from the hollow places his eyes should be. Instead, there rests galaxies. Metallic light drips in a perfect line down each cheek and falls straight through the concrete below him.

Cryptid is the second-most villainous looking hero according to the HPSC’s official polls. He is only that far down because pushback against anti-mutation quirk feelings have made the poll itself unpopular, so the generation that grew up with Gang Orca vote more often.

Takihiro is now a little sure that the people who vote for Cryptid were maybe on to something.

"I am not made to die easy." Cryptid's voice has gone terribly gentle. "And neither are you. So why court a fate that does not suit you, friend?"

Brick shatters again under the force of a bullet that must've nearly clipped him. The hero didn't even flinch.

"You're afraid," Cryptid notes casually. Thick black sludge wells up between needle-sharp teeth, splattering to the ground in uneven clumps that do not match the tears. "I'm sorry if it's because of me. Hawks should have warned you - I told him not to get close if he wanted to kill me. Did your labs fail to make sense of what he took? Or is this hubris and greed the aftermath of success?"

"What the fuck," Shin says. Takihiro is a little preoccupied with the way Cryptid has begun to drool. sludge puddles outwards at his feet with twin lines of gold tears mixed in. The concentric circles ripping out are faintly hypnotic in that he is awefully aware of something alive down there that's trying to break past the pattern to get at them all.

Another bullet fires. It doesn't seem to impact anything.

"You're far too close, friend." Lips pull back to reveal sharpened teeth in a smile that dumps ice down Takihiro's spine. "The only thing you'd kill is my humanity. I'd rather not find out what the rest of me will do without that."

Cryptid pauses then.

Somehow, his expression turns unbearably sad.

"The hollow parts of me are not made of things that enjoy being controlled," he says to the rooftop. "It will linger. Go home to your plants and parents, friend. Live well in your borrowed time. And water your shiso before you both meet the earth too early."

"He did not just stop his own assassination with a bluff," Takihiro says.

He did.

Another last bullet fires, absorbed into the pattern at Cryptid’s feet.

It’s a cold night.

Pale yellow light catches the outline of the hero’s shoulders amidst shapeless blue shadows.

Cryptid stays in that alley, waiting, as he tracks movement beyond the window's sightline. He stays there until whatever he's watching has moved towards downtown.

Then he sighs.

Eerie posture reverts back into the wary stance he arrived with. The steady drop of gold and black halts, and the puddle dries up in seconds. Cryptid swipes the back of his hand over his mouth, then his other hand across his cheek. His grimace bares almost normal-sized teeth.

"I am on shift for thirty more minutes," the hero tells his smeared gloves. "Thirty minutes until I can put a dragon hatchling in Kacchan's desk, and have a different, more immediate problem to deal with."

Cryptid stares at his gloves.

"I should not do this," he says abruptly.

"You really should," Shin whispers. Cryptid's head snaps up, eyes immediately finding Takihiro's window.

He points.

On instinct, Takihiro points back.

"Next time, don't stay by your window when there are villains around," the hero calls, still posed like some kind of Spiderman meme. Takihiro awkwardly stops mimicking Cryptid, because pointing is rude and this is a hero no matter how unhinged he may be. "Everything okay?"

Takihiro nods over the sound of Shin hyperventilating, and leans past his laptop. "Yeah, sorry about that. Hey, can I get an autograph?"

Shin squeaks.

"My friend is a fan."

#i do these to fgure out where i want the characters to go but now i have an epilouge fic #so take a scene while we wait for the beloved (ao3) to return from the war (overwhelmed? grl me too lmao)#world walker #my fic #tired cat writes #fic snippet

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