#not in the way u would expect- I WAS LIKE WH AT

[chuchuscoolhat]

[thegnomelord]

yk how they cover fighting dog's eyes in order to calm them down? would that work on Hound or just rile him up more? if it'd calm him down I can imagine when/if he's "better" enough he'd start shoving his face into price or any of the other 141 to feel safer/calm, like nuzzling in between their shoulder blades/neck or if they're lying down together just pushing his head into their arms 😶‍🌫️

hmmm Price holding Hound against his chest to calm him while he claws and begs into his captain's skin for forgiveness because he acted out again, even if Price had already forgiven him🤔

if the loss of sight just makes things worse then I can see all of them always making sure Hound can know where they are, making noise when they can and maybe even dragging their feet a bit so he doesn't swivel his head around constantly to look for them😚 ignore this if u want tho reading it back is making me cringe a bit-

No, no, anon this is great! Y'all are giving me so many ideas♥️

I definitely think Price would have done that to Hound before he got captured, putting his beanie or just his hand over Hound's eyes and talking about Hound like he wasn't even there to basically calm him down. Like you know how you're a kid sitting between your parents and they're talking about you but you're snoozing or something like that. It would have just been comforting for Hound.

But Makarov soured it by using sensory deprivation as a punishment. And a pretty severe one at that, so Hound gets extremely violent when his sight is deprived.

But also like, when Hound's better, letting them cover his eyes as just this huge show of trust just melts my heart. Like:

CW:SFW just a bunch of fluff, cuddle piles

This feels. . . strange.

You're laying on top of Price, practically crushing him beneath your weight, your head and shoulders pushed beneath his loose shirt so you can lay your head on his naked chest. It's dark, and warm, the scent of musk and sweat curls in your nose as his thick chest hair tickles your face with every even breath, his heart beating so calmly beneath your ears.

It's strange. It's the best way you can describe it; a part of you is disgusted with the proximity, panic occasionally jolting through your system and lining your muscles with lead as your body expects for the hit to come any moment. Only for a calloused hand to run down your spine gently, turning your tense muscles into mush.

"You're alright lad." His voice rumbles in his chest, a type of tone that is both calming and commanding. "Just listen to my voice yeah? Good boy," A pleasant shiver runs up your spine as the praise, a low whimper escaping you as you nuzzle your head further into his pecs. Your head feels stuffed with cotton yet his low praises still reach your brain, and it feels strange to get them without any work, to be praised just for simply existing, but it's also. . . nice.

"Oi Price-" You tense immediately as the door suddenly opens, loud voices shooting lightning into your muscles. Price scruffs you through the shirt before you can react any more, calming you down to the point you don't even notice what they're talking about.

"Wh- Soap!" Price shouts.

You feel the bed dip, a disgruntled sound leaving your chest as a body shuffles under Price's shirt next to you. Soap's scent hits your nose before his head bumps into yours, "Yer like a pig in shite pup." His hair scratches your face as he makes himself comfortable on Price's other pec, and you don't need sight to know he's grinning like a fool. "Cozy in 'ere."

"How comfortable are his tits?" Ghost's voice reaches your ears, and it must be his body that lays down next to yours, supporting some of your weight that you're not crushing Price by wrapping a loose hand around your waist. His body is solid against yours, both of them are, Johnny's arm wrapping around you just bellow Simon's hand, unapologetically groping your ass.

"Boys!" Price sputters, and without sight you can only imagine how flushed his face must be, he always got red as a lobster when you'd tease him. "Can't you be decent for one day?"

"We're wearing pants aren't we?" Gaz's laugh sounds somewhere behind you, and you're pretty sure it's Gaz that lays down between your legs, using your ass as a pillow. "Oh, wow," You hear him mumble as if astonished, heat burning across your skin as you feel him nuzzle into your ass.

A low whine escapes your throat without notice, and you're not sure why, just something about the way they handle you, like you're made of glass, makes lightning crackle down your spine.

"Do you want to stop?" Price's voice is non-judgmental, his hand brushing your hair that peeked through the stretched taught neckline of his shirt.

You shut your eyes, breathing in deeply. "No." You say, your arms gripping Price's pudgy stomach even tighter.

You feel Johnny shift closer to you, his lips blindly brushing against yours. "Aye, yer fine bonnie." He grins, and pushes his head to meet your lips in a proper kiss. You can taste the aftertaste of tobacco from his cigarettes and the mints on his tongue.

This is nice. You could get used to this.

[talaok]

Could you write about Pedro x Reader's first kiss? She's also an actress, and they became great friends while filming a movie together. Eventually, they fall in love... and, well, their first kiss happens. Just something really fluffy and romantic :) love u

Pairing: Pedro pascal x gn!reader

a/n: love you more <3 babe, also for some reason I wrote the beginning of this like it's the monologue at the start of a rom-com so don't mind that, i haven't written in a while, i need to get back into it

You weren't looking for love.

You weren't looking for anything really, just a new job, a new role, a reason to get away from the city for a while, and then... and then as always life got in the way.

They say love comes when you're least expecting it, and I guess they were right, because if there was one thing you weren't expecting, was to fall in love with the guy you spilled coffee on your first day on set.

But then again, already then you knew something was different, as he laughed while you stood there mortified, as picked up the cup for you, as he smiled like you'd just done him a favor, as he said "y/n, right? I already like you", already then, you had known something was different.

Pedro became your lifeline, he was the person who made you get through every day, he was the one who made you smile, laugh and even giggle like a teenager at the most inappropriate times, he was the one you'd go to after every rough day, and he was the one you'd rant to whenever you needed, and for him... for him you became exactly the same.

You were inseparable, on and off set, you were always together, but always just as friends. Perhaps you were scared of that deep, guttural feeling that was starting to settle in your chest, and perhaps he was terrified of the idea of making the first move, of confessing that you were an everlasting thought in his mind, that his heart skipped a beat at your every smile, he was petrified at the idea you could reject him, and nothing would ever be the same, but as it turns out, all you needed were a few drinks and a wrap-up party for your movie.

You had sneaked out into a quieter room because you didn't like parties all that much, and there was no chance in hell he was leaving you alone.

You were sitting on a sofa, resting for a moment, when you said: "so I guess this is the last time we'll see each other for a while"

And he'd frowned, turning to you

"What are you talking about?"

"well we won't see each other every day now that the movie's done, that's all" you shrugged, biting your lip,

And for some reason, that made him laugh

"sweetheart if you think you're getting rid of me this easily, you're sadly mistaken"

"oh-wh-" you smiled "I don't wanna get rid of you!"

"I sure hope so" he tilted his head, grinning 

"of course not" you shook your head, fixing the collar of his shirt "You..." you trailed off, freezing as your eyes met his, and you realized how close you really were.

"I what?" he asked, the smile on his face decreasing as he too, started sensing the tension building in the room.

"You know, asshole" you murmured

"No I don't" he argued, his hand on your waist "What were you about to say?"

You tried taking a deep breath, but your lungs weren't really cooperating, and his hand felt very pleasant on your body.

"You... you're important to me Pedro" you confessed, your voice faint, honest.

And right then, right then he knew that this was the turning point, the moment he was gonna have to risk it all, or regret it for the rest of his life.

"you're important to me too y/n" he whispered, gently leaning closer, until his mouth was ghosting yours "Very important," he said, before inevitably, his lips met with yours and you both let go, let go of your fears, and opened up to each other, to love, to everything that could, and will now be.

[strongheartneteyam]

Realize where you belong.

Pairing: neteyam sully x female!human!reader/female!dreamwalker!reader

Chapter 3

CW: angst, reader is a loner, reader works her ass off every day at the lab, fluff, neteyam being cute towards reader (even tho it still has weird vibes lol), mad jealous neteyam, TRIGGER WARNING for depression symptoms (such as being moody n having less appetite than the usual), stalking, obsessive and toxic behavior, also TRIGGER WARNING for reader mentioning the word “suicidal” in an internal monologue (she IS NOT actually suicidal, she just feels really sad and mentions the word. if u read it, you'll know what I mean)

Not proofread. I'll do it as soon as I can ♡ I hope it's a good chapter 🥲 & thank u to everyone who's reading this fanfic, who left a comment in the last chapter and, of course, to everyone who asked to be in the taglist I LOVE Y'ALL 😘💕💕💕

Chapter 2

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Mother looking at me

Tell me, what do you see?

Yes, I've lost my mind

(...)

Will I ever be free?

Have I crossed the line?

All the things she said, running through my head

All the things she said (t.A.T.u)

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You woke up feeling like crap that morning.

Your last shift had been so demanding. You had to cook just so much food that you started to wonder if there was anything left in the pantry. You had gone into that room just so many times yesterday to get ingredients and kitchen utensils, your legs felt heavy and sore now, as you stretched them in your small bed.

There were just too many people to eat in that damn laboratory.

Meanwhile you, the cook, barely had any time left to eat. There was always just so much work to do. So many dishes to wash, so many vegetables and meat to cut, bread to prepare from scratch... Your head hurt just thinking about it.

You felt so stressed out that you preferred to unwind a little instead of eating, sometimes. You would find a quiet place, sit somewhere, put your headphones on and press play on one of your many curated playlists or in one of your favorite songs. Listening to music seemed to work like a medicine to your wounds and, going to the cafeteria and having to socialize, to have people all around you felt too much, so, you just tried to avoid it. You even started to lose a little weight because of it. Nothing too much, though. You were only slightly thinner than you used to be. But in the back of your head, there was always a voice saying "Please, take better care of yourself...". Despite knowing that voice was right, you were too tired and apathetic to care.

Ever since you started to Dreamwalk, it was like your whole world had changed. That old life you led did not seem to be enough anymore. It never was, in the first place. It could never compare to the heightened senses you had when you were in your Avatar, helping you smell and hear everything better.

The first time you spent a whole afternoon running alone through the Pandoran forest next to Hell's Gate, you felt alive like you had not felt in years.

But nothing gold can ever stay. Way sooner than you expected, you had to be awakened from that magical dream. Everytime you came out of the technological machine you had to lay inside of to be able to drive your Avatar, you thought "Damn! Why wasn't I born a na'vi? They're so freaking lucky to have such an incredibly beautiful Planet to call their own. If only Earth was still as beautiful as it used to be..."

When you were not in one of your free days, you would always work until you felt exhausted and fed up with everything. It was not a walk in the park to be a cook. Even though you loved cooking since you were a teenager, when you used to always mix different ingredients and spices and create new recipes, this profession forced you to spend most of your time standing up and to have little time to sit and rest your poor fatigued legs. In some days, all you wanted was to sleep for 12 hours straight. And God knows you were capable of actually doing that.

Not a long time ago, you slept so much that, when you eventually woke up, it was 2 pm and you almost got fired from the lab when you finally showed up at the kitchen you were supposed to be in since 6 am.

You promised yourself you would never do that again. You just could not afford to lose that job. And you wanted to cry just thinking about not being able to Dreamwalk anymore. Exploring Pandora was the peak of your life, currently. It was when you felt high as a kite. As funny as it sounded, it was true. You felt euphoria run through your body everytime you got to have blue skin and be over 8 feet tall.

You liked to cook and was good at it, but, you were a smart, intelligent girl who knew much more than people thought you did. Unfortunately, you could not manage to get a higher position at the lab. Your forte was not sciencey stuff. It was subjects like Human History, Languages, Philosophy... At best, you got to use your language learning skills to learn basic na'vi fast and was able to get an Avatar from the lab. At least that was a good thing that your tiring job provided you. God knows that privilege was one of the few things keeping you alive. You goddamn hated you life, your job, everything... All your days seemed to be the same. Same chores, same annoying people... Most scientists did not try to hide that they did not see you as an equal. Even though they were always really polite to you, they would not let you in in their little groups, in their upbeat conversations through the laboratory corridors. You could count in one hand how many of them used to talk to you with genuine interest in hearing what you had to say.

You sat every day next to the less valued lab employees: janitors, cleaning ladies, other cooks just like you and so on. Your race had never been good at realizing the worth that these hardworking people had, anyway. Why would they do it now? You thought it to be so sad...

Those employees were nice regular people. Even thought some of them were idiots and treated you badly, there are people who behave like that anywhere. You were thankful that most of them were polite to you and treated you well enough. You also had a close friendship with one of the female employees, a cute, humble and really kind girl called Crystal. But she was your only actual friend. You did not remember the last time you had made an actual effort to make a friend, to be nice to someone in hopes you could get to know them better and they could become a part of your life. You had to admit you had been really grumpy lately.

You could easily blame such moodiness on your lack of will to keep living that life you currently had. It’s not that you were suicidal, it's just that you wished you could live a better life.

There was also Derek, the tall, cute boy you would make out with every now and then. You did not have a proper name for your relationship with him. He was always lovely towards you and you two would have really interesting conversations together and sneak around to kiss each other and do other types of heated stuff (though you never had sex with him) anytime you both felt like it. But it did not happen that often, anyway. You did not put much thought into it, to be honest. Derek was just a friend you would fool around with. You could not be farther from being in love with him or anything of sorts.

After another tiresome day, you walked fast towards your room. All you could think about was how nice and cozy your bed would feel when you would lay your body on it. Only five minutes after you finally laid down, you fell asleep. Slumber had been bugging you all day. Lately, it had always been like that.

They say you have to be careful what you wish for. That your words and thoughts have power over what happens to you. And you learned it the hard way.

In one of your infamous busy but boring afternoons, something unexpected happened to you.

Seemingly out of nowhere, a na'vi young man appeared outside of your glass window and tapped slightly on it. You almost choked on your own saliva when you saw that huge, blue creature staring at you with wide yellow eyes. A scream got stuck right in the middle of your throat, since you got so startled you could not get your vocal chords to obey the command your brain was sending them. What the hell was that na'vi doing in front of the laboratory? They did not use to come to Hell's Gate. And why was he looking at you through the kitchen window?

The na'vi boy just would not stop staring at you. His gaze was so intense it made you feel unbelievably uncomfortable. Suddenly, he pointed to the left. The big, ample door that led to the open area in front of the room you worked in was right at the same direction his four fingered hand was pointing to. You realized he was signaling to you that he wanted to see you outside of the lab.

You started to say, in your own mind: "What kind of weird situation is this?"

"Please?" You heard the alien plead in fluent English (he only had a typical na'vi accent), his voice coming through the narrow gap that existed between the glass and the window frame. His eyes reminded you of the eyes of a small kitten asking for food.

You got surprised by the fact that he was able to speak English. You wondered why he had learned it and who taught him the language.

You tried to reach for the door to try and inform someone that there was a na'vi around and ask if anybody knew who he was when you heard the alien say:

"Don't go, please! I just want to talk to you! I'm not gonna hurt you."

Your back was turned to him. When you turned around, he was smiling.

"It's incredible how you're even prettier up close."

"I'm sorry?!" You answered

"Oh, forgive me. My name is Neteyam. Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan. It's really nice to meet you." He was still smiling.

That name was familiar, Neteyam te Suli... Oh, of course! Neteyam was the son of the Olo'eyktan of the Omatikaya clan, Jake Sully. He was very famous between the na'vi and the humans.

Neteyam Suli was one of the most feared na'vi warriors out there. A great archer and very skilled with the knives the Omatikayas made themselves, he fought fearlessly against the recoms, including Colonel Miles Quaritch, an old enemy of his father. Quaritch used to lead the RDA soldiers when he was human, before being "revived" and given an Avatar body. He died in battle against the na'vi. But that did not mean that there was finally peace between humans and the na'vi race.

But why in hell was Neteyam Suli trying to talk to you? It is not like the na'vi liked the humans. On the contrary, they despised your race.

"Uhmm... okay. Nice to meet you..." You tried to be polite and peaceful towards the na'vi boy, like you were advised to be by your teachers, back when you were studying and training to get your Avatar "But I'm sorry, what did you say? That I'm prettier up close?" Your brows were furrowing, your face full of confusion. Despite all, you were calmer now that you knew you could communicate with him in English. Your na'vi was not the best out there.

"Yes." Neteyam's big amber eyes shone when he looked at your face. You were beyond dazed. "I've seen you before. Many times actually. But only from far away. It doesn't compare to seeing you right next to me." His voice had a weird warm feeling in it, like he was already acquainted to you. But how could it be? You did not even know who he was before he revealed his identity to you.

"When did you see me...?" Your mouth was slightly opened, so bewildered you felt

"Don't you wanna come outside so we can talk better?" He said, seeming excited.

"Unfortunately, no. I'm good, thanks." Neteyam looked sad after you declined his offer.

"Why not? I told you, I'm not gonna hurt you. I promise." He smiled faintly. You could tell he was hurt by your blunt answer.

It pained you to act like that towards him. You admired the na'vi so much. Damn, you even would choose to be born a na'vi if you somehow could go back in time, before you were inside your mother's womb and you could talk to Eywa herself. But how were you gonna trust him? There were some na'vi out there, his mother, for example, that hated humans with such a boiling passion. What if he took after his mother? You would be in trouble if he tried to kill you. Even though the na'vi were a peaceful by nature race, everyone has a limit, so, you had to be careful when interacting with them. You learned about all the genocide your kind had committed against his kind while simultaneously destroying his Planet slowly, in a cruel, despicable way. You honestly understood the contempt the na'vi felt when it came to humans.

You looked at Neteyam with honesty in your eyes and said:

"Please don't take this the wrong way but I can't really trust you. I know you told me you're not gonna hurt me, but, I'm still human. How can I know you trust me, to begin with?"

"I trust you because you're different. You're nothing like the others from your kind. You're more like my people. And I love that about you." Neteyam said, smiling at you.

"Can you please just tell me how do you know me? Because I've never seen you before. I've only heard about you because you're the Olo'eyktan's eldest son and Olo'eyktan to be. But you talk to me like you somehow... know me. I'm really confused, Neteyam." He felt his heart race when he heard you pronounce his name. Your voice sounded so sweet to his sensitive na'vi ears, making him move them somewhat to the sides. It was the same voice he heard in the forest, when he watched you talk to yourself saying how beautiful you thought some yellow, bioluminescent flower that you saw in the grass was.

"You're a Dreamwalker. I've seen you around. I love how much you seem to appreciate and respect my Planet instead of destroying it like the others from your kind do. That's why I think you're more na'vi than human." He chuckled happily and you got confused by his last sentence.

You had to admit he looked cute when his fangs escaped from under his upper lip whenever he smiled or chuckled. But you felt so weird thinking that.

"I'm more na'vi than human?" You were intrigued "What do you mean?" You laughed a bit and he continued on staring at you in an intense manner.

Neteyam heard footsteps approaching, so, he started to move just so he could hide. He did not want any other human but you seeing him. He knew he could not trust them as he could trust you.

"Wait! Where are you -" before you could finish your words, he was already gone.

The brown wooden door behind you opened and Derek appeared carrying a pile of plates in his arms.

"Hey, cutie." He walked towards the sink, leaving the dirty dishes there to be washed by himself when he would be back in the kitchen.

"Hi, Derek." You smiled faintly. You were still recovering from that odd interaction you had with Neteyam Sully.

Derek came close to your ear and whispered:

"Feel like meeting me tonight? I miss you." You sighed

"I don't know... I'm not really in the mood, sorry." You answered, uninterested

He got a little surprised by your answer and moved his eyebrows up, making wrinkles appear in his forehead but quickly remembered he had much work to do outside, so, he walked towards the door and got out of the room without saying another word to you.

Neteyam was still out there, next to the window, leaning against the wall. He was listening to the conversation the whole time. He had to use all the self control he learned to have with the years to not hiss when he heard that human call you "cutie" and ask if you wanted to meet him tonight. Who was he, anyway? And why was he saying he missed you? Neteyam had never seen you show any sign that he was your mate before. He had to find out what was going on. Neteyam would not let anyone get between the both of you. It would not be a weak human male that would be the obstacle that would make him give up on his future mate. He was used to challenges and was not afraid of another one. That would probably even be fun. Neteyam could imagine that tiny mate of yours shivering in fear when he showed him his big, sharp fangs.

Neteyam decided he was gonna find out who the hell that mate of yours was. He was sure he was not better than him. That human male would never be as strong as he was. That human would never be able to hunt fresh food for you, walking through the forests of Pandora and confronting big, dangerous animals, like Neteyam would. He knew he outbraved that human. He could never be a good mate to you like Neteyam could be. You deserved better than him.

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[iwaasfairy]

Iwa-nii but make him stalk me and be so obsessed with me, but I’m a oblivious head in the clouds kinda little sister and he’s my silent broody big brother noooo he would never hurt anyone iwa-nii isn’t like that~ I don’t believe u cause he’s the sweetest kindest and bestest big brothur~ in the whole wide world he’s just a grumpy dog sometimes- shhh don’t tell but I have to let him sleep in my bed every night bc he has nightmares isn’t he just the cutesttt ☺️🥺

tw incest, coercion, fingering, semi-public

"I don't know..." he smiles guiltily, "isn't he a little overbearing about you?"

You don't get it. "Niichan?" You've never really thought about it. Of course Hajime is around a lot, but he's your brother. He's the only sibling you have, and you've always been close. Isn't it only normal? "I don't know," you honestly say, pouting as he leans back onto your bed and the shift pulls you a little closer to him. "I think he's just... protective. That isn't bad, is it?"

His pretty smile slips a little, before he shrugs. "Do you even get to have any alone time like that? Or hang out with guys?"

"I hang out with you." You shift towards him when his hand lands on top of your thigh, and the heat of it makes your entire face a little hot. It's that giddy sort of feeling that has you looking down, and biting your lip when his hand comes under your chin to lift it. Your door slams open, and you jump.

Hajime's never dressed inappropriately, not even in his own room, but freshly showered from practice and sweatpants hung low on his hips is something. He's got a nasty glare under dark lashes as he stands in the doorway, and looks even bigger and more muscular than usual. It must be your imagination, but your throat dries a little when he catches your eyes and his anger radiates off of him.

You didn't do anything wrong, did you? You couldn't have. Niichan's not so kind or so patient when he walks up and grabs you by the arm, pulling you away from your classmate. "We need to talk. Now." He basically flings you towards the door before walking up to the other brunet on the bed. "I want you gone when I get back. Don't try me." And then your hand is in his and you're struggling behind him with a whimper.

"Ouch, niichan, that hurts." You're pushed up against the wall of the bathroom as he shuts the door behind him, and then crowds into your space so close that you can feel the way his heart beats hard against you. "What? You're mad?"

"Wh- I-" he starts, before taking a second to breathe, having the air dust over your nose. He can't be mad at you. You don't want him to be. Your arms wind around his waist as you stare up at him with searching eyes, and not for nothing, that seems to calm him enough for him to cup your face and pull you close to him. "No boys. I told you, no boys."

"I know, but- he's my friend."

"He's a guy. You don't know what guys are thinking when you touch and play like that-"

"And you do?" you quickly say back, expecting ... well, something other than the deadpan look Hajime nii gives. He seems to mull it over, before leaning in so your noses are touching and your back is flat to the wall.

"Think about it real hard." His hand slides along your jaw to your neck, before he wraps his fingers into your hair and blinks. "What do I do when we're sleeping together? You think I don't see," the curve of his lips is distracting, getting closer and closer and- "you're pretty. I tell you that, don't I?" Well, he does, but- but-

Before you can answer, he turns you around so your stomach and chest is pushed to the wall, and his body melts to your back as his lips brush the shell of your ear. "When we cuddle, you didn't notice?" His waist is pushing against you now, and it feels familiar, the closeness, the heat, the tingle in your lower belly like you're needing something. His crotch brushing against your ass like it does some mornings, or when you two cuddle in the couch, when he gets home to hold you from behind.

He rolls his hips into you, and his lips press to the sensitive skin behind your ear. "Liar. You knew that niichan wants to have sex."

"I- I didn't-"

"You did know." His other hand trails up and down your belly for long enough to have your pussy clenching around nothing, and you shake your head as his fingers slide under your waistband. "Say 'niichan'."

It isn't much of a demand. The soft breath almost comes naturally. "Niichan. I- your c- your- thing is pushing against me." It is, and he doesn't seem to have any shame as he rocks it against your butt and hums into your skin.

"Say 'niichan wants to fuck me'." You immediately squeak and shake your head even with his fist of your hair, as he kisses, grinds, as his hand trails down into your undies to hear a obvious squelch. "Say it, or I'll go beat your little boyfriend to shit instead. Come on."

"Niichan wants to fuck me..." Your eyes are teary as his fingers slide between your lips and his rough palm rubs against your clit. You can't even think, let alone keep up with what he's saying. You love Hajime nii. You love him so much. What the hell can you do? "Niichan... wants to fuck me."

"Uhuh. Niichan wants to put his cock into that little sister pussy. Like it's supposed to be." Your pussy clenches around his two fingers as he slips them in and a soft breath of surprise, or a light moan maybe, comes out of him. His hard cock is making your entire body feel like fire and water, leaning into his touch. It feels so good, and his chest is pressing against you, beating hard— and your body rocks along. "Now say 'you want niichan to fuck you too'."

[ever-siince-new-york]

julien baker calling reader a good girl and being in charge🙏🏻

Julien Baker x f!reader

warnings/tags: fingering, oral (reader!recieving), pet names such as... princess, baby, honey, and good girl ofc 🙄 a lil bit of toxicity and lets say stylistic errors in grammar and perspective 🙏(aka grammarly stop being mad at me i'm not gonna buy premium)

author's note: girl you know i had to. 1.2k words, should take around 15 mins to read. thank y'all so much for the requests! i promise i've seen them all, however i have also gotten back into minecraft after they added the cherry wood so... I'm working on it okay? okay. hope u like it okay bye :0

You promised yourself you wouldn’t do this, not again. But, here you were, scrolling to unblock her contact. You thought there was something about this city: the air or something cliche like that. Something that had you calling Julien again and again. Surely, if it were up to you and your own free will, you wouldn’t be doing this.

The ringing from the other line drowns out any rational thought from this point on.

Ring. You shouldn’t be doing this. Ring. You’ll just get hurt again. Ring. “Hello?”

There was a point where you really believed you would never hear her voice again, never even want to. “Hey,” you said.

“So uh… wh-?” you cut her off.

“Come over,” the last of a six-word phone call.

-

You wanted to slam the door shut as quickly as you’d ripped it open. She was still wearing that stupid necklace. The one you had bought for her at a gas station in… Arizona maybe? Somewhere dry, hot. As you weren’t expecting this cruel reminder of the past, you were thrown off-guard. Clenching your jaw, you didn’t know what to say. Luckily, you didn’t have to.

The way she kissed you that night had you drunk on her from the moment she stepped into your apartment. All your attempts at memorizing her touch, her taste, her smell were in vain. Julien always had a way of making life feel straight out of a movie. It was all teeth and tongue, your mouth surrendering to hers as soon as she tongued at your bottom lip. No memory could ever do her justice.

Her hands danced over the expanse of your body, hands moving from your ribs to your hips, your neck to your breast. Fingertips shaping your body into submission like wet clay.

You broke the kiss, leading her to your bedroom. 

“That’s not very polite, Princess. Not even going to offer me a drink?” Her feigned offense only turned you on more, ever the tease. As if she could read your mind, a smirk tugged at her beautiful lips, “I know, baby. Always so needy for me,” she spoke in a low drawl. 

Any sense of control you had was now gone. You were her’s. Again. So you’d nodded with a soft pout.

“We can fix that, honey. But you need to use your words,” Julien said. This woman would be the death of you. “Please, Jay. I need it,” you whispered.

“Need what, baby?”

“Need you,” you pouted. That seemed to satisfy her as she held out her hand for you to grab with a smile. The two of you stumbled down the hallway, towards the open door to your bedroom. 

She pushed you up against the foot of your bed, reaching down to slip her hands under the hem of your t-shirt, abandoning the article to the floorboards. Her gentle kisses up and down your neck did nothing but add fuel to the burning desire between your hips. Hands danced around your waist while yours were planted into her hair. 

You tugged at her roots in the hope of her diverting her attention to where you had craved her since she flew into town. She pulled her head away to look up at you with expectant eyes.

“What do you say, Princess?”

“Please.” That made her smirk. “Good girl,” she had said. Pressing a kiss to your soft lips, she trailed her way down to the fly of your jeans. Kneeling, she popped open the button and unzipped the fly in mere seconds, clearly as eager as you. 

She slid her hand into your cotton panties, collecting your slick before beginning to circle your clit. Very quickly you migrated from standing to sitting as she continued her ministrations. As you arched your back into her touch, she slipped two of her fingers into your entrance. 

She pressed a sloppy kiss on your inner thigh before putting her mouth on your heat. She curled her fingers and started gently suckling on your clit. Her consistent motions had your mouth open and your tongue gently curled up as you laced your fingers back into her hair. The tug you had delivered to her hair every time she changed what she was doing had her moaning into your pussy, sending reverberations through your wet cunt.

Anyone outside your open window would be able to hear what was going on inside those four walls. The sounds of her fingers plunging in and out of you coupled with the wet kisses she was littering among your core were downright sinful. 

Feeling your walls fluttering around her fingers, she knew you were close. You grunted in offense and frustration when she pulled her mouth away from you, but she quickly mended any hurt feelings with her words.

“I missed having you like this, baby. All needy just for me.” It seemed like her pace began quickening after every phrase, her hunger increasing parallel to yours. The ferocity of her thrusting fingers and her thumb now rubbing at your clit had you stumbling closer to your climax.

“You can do it, Princess. Go ‘head and cum for me, baby.”

You tugged harder and harder on her strands with every pulse of your orgasm, the increasing sting on her scalp had her moaning right along with you. The way you were squeezing and oozing on her fingers as you came down had Julien weak. She pulled her fingers out of you and into your mouth.

“Suck.”

Immediately you obliged, your head too foggy to imagine disobeying. Maybe tasting yourself on her fingers was dirty, but it had happened so many times that it almost felt romantic. To the two of you, experiencing the sensual evidence of your euphoria was just as pure and intimate as a kiss. 

You laid alone atop your sheets for a moment until she returned to you. She had removed most of her own clothes, leaving herself in a pair of boxers and a white t-shirt. She brought the wipes she had grabbed from your bathroom up to your pussy, navigating your folds simply with her memory. A soft furrow settled itself between her brows, displaying her focused state as she cleaned you up.

Once she was satisfied, she crawled up next to you on the bed. Pulling your head to lay on her chest. You looked up at her with wide eyes as she stroked your hair.

“Honestly, I never thought this would happen again,” her hushed voice tugged at your heart. “I know,” you said. “I’m glad that it did,” her inflection made the words sound like a question, but you didn’t answer, preferring the quiet to any unsure, over-thought reply you could give. She sighed gently and gave a soft peck to your forehead, tucking your hair behind your ear. Smiles rested on both of your faces, yours spreading to hers.

It was funny how little you cared in the moment you knew you would come to regret. If you could bottle the pure ecstasy Julien had coaxed out of you, surely you would have good reason not to.

For better or for worse, no one else could ever possibly make you feel the way she did, and for right then, that was enough.

[prismuffin]

how tim,damian,miles (separated) reacted to an unexpected date request from their crush

tim,damian,miles are just having a quiet conversation with the reader,while the reader is listening to them talking the reader is admiring their beauty then all of a sudden the reader lets out a "want to date me?"

SMSNSNSK I WOKE UP FROM MY NAP SAW THIS AND LEAPED TO TUMBLR- ANYWAYS I think that-

Tim was just rambling to you about his new tech idea. He wasn’t exactly looking at you as he spoke, more so off to the side, his hands waving about. There was a pause in his talking as he sighed to catch his breath, “Go on a date with me.” He practically choked, his head snapping towards you. He had stopped to catch his breath and yet you somehow still knocked the breath out of him. “Wh-What?” “A date, with me, would you want to?” You asked again and he swallowed thickly. “U-uh you just asked- I mean yes I would but- I just wasn’t expecting-“ you laughed at his reddening face, “too forward?” He nodded sheepishly and you clapped your hands, a large smile still on your face.

Damian probably would’ve been just ranting to you about his dad and brothers. He’s glad you let him complain to you, it’s part of the reasons he likes you so much. “I could just really use a win right now,” he said, ending his rant temporarily, resting his head on his palm. “You could go on a date with me,” he blinked slowly then his eyes started widening. Suddenly he shot into the back of the chair, almost tipping over completely. “You just- what?!” “Well you said you could use a win,” you shrugged, “we could go somewhere fun.” He slowly returned to his previous position, though now he was sitting up straight, his expression dropping. “You don’t have to do that just because I’m upset,” he pouted and you chuckled. “I know, I want to though, come on it’ll be fun~” your teasing tone made him crack a smile and eventually he nodded, “alright alright, I’ll go” you smiled too as you noticed the small red tint in his cheeks.

———

You’re killing him, like Miles can’t right now with how you’re looking at him. His nerves are shot as he tries to ignore the cute little flirty smile you’re giving him as he tells you a story about him and his mom. He stutters slightly before deciding to just avoid your eye entirely. “But yeah then my dad had to come and get us cause there was no way to get home,” he finished the story and you laughed. There was a lull in the conversation as Miles turned to look at you again. “Why are you staring at me like that?” He asked, deciding to be bold. “I’m wondering if I should ask you out right now or later,” you said, your smirk growing as his eyes widened. He sheepishly smiled, “w-well didn’t you just kinda- ask?” You hummed as you thought it over before shrugging. “I guess, do you want to?” “Yes!” He said immediately before recoiling in embarrassment at his quickness. He cleared his throat, “uh- I mean, sure,” he shrugged cooly and you chuckled at his behavior.

———

Directory

[geekforhorror]

Heyooo! I’m so glad you replied to my comment! It really made my day! I was wondering if you could do an Anakin x reader we’re Anakin gets badly hurt in battle and reader helps him nurse back to health?

I’d love to get to know you more though you seem so nice!!!

thank u sm love ur so sweet and i hope to get to know u more as well! enjoy the fic :)))

love me harder

pairing: rots!anakin x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, friends to lovers, depiction of blood, nasty descriptions of a wound, violence, non-canon battle.

word count: 2.4k

You and Anakin had been sent on a mission on Coruscant to face Count Dooku and things had gotten messy to say the least. Count Dooku had decided to surprise the two of you by coming from the the opposite direction in an attempt to ambush the two of you like the true coward he was. Both of you sensed his presence and decided to turn around before pulling out your guys’ lightsabers and started dueling him. Your guys’ sabers clashed against his, making a zapping sound. You tried to find a way to get around Dooku’s defense, but you knew it would take some time since he was more experienced than you.

“Find where he’s uncovered by his lightsaber and vulnerable,” Anakin suggested quietly.

He was right.

You continue battling with the count with Anakin right behind you. You don’t let your guard down as you’re scanning for a potential blind spot that would make you and Anakin victorious in this situation. After looking at Dooku’s defense strategy, you realize there was one tiny error with it, which would give you the clearance to strike him. There was a small chance it would work, but you were willing to give it a shot. Being as discreet as possible, you informed Anakin of this through the use of the force on his mind. Once he assessed the information you had given him through the use of the force, he immediately jumped in front of you and started fighting Count Dooku himself which made you worried. Don’t get it wrong, Anakin was a great Jedi but in situations like this, his cockiness could get the best of him which would put him in jeopardy. He was your best friend and he had been since you guys met in the young padawan program. All you knew was that you didn’t want him to get hurt because of his own stubbornness.

You didn’t even realize how quickly the duel had escalated, but you felt Anakin’s thoughts seep through your mind, now asking for some assistance. However, it seemed that as soon you made your way toward the two, Anakin had made an error in the way he wielded his weapon. You quickly realize he wasn’t aware of this as he didn’t even fix his position.

“Watch out, Ani!” you yelled. He turns toward you in confusion, but it’s short lived when he realizes the mistake he just made. He didn’t have enough time to do anything before the counts saber was driven through his leg and sliced through his flesh. He let out an agonizing scream which filled your ears before he falls to the ground in pain.

No, no, no. This couldn’t be happening right now.

You see Anakin writhing in pain almost motionless on the floor and you felt rage coursing through your veins. You knew better than to feel rage because of the consequences it would have, but you didn’t give a fuck about any of that right now. All you wanted right now was to make that pathetic excuse of a man hurt like how he hurt Anakin. You inch towards him with your lightsaber, now trying to make him defenseless by backing him into a corner. He sees the rage in your eyes and he smirks at it. He was truly getting the best of you.

“You made one mistake, Count and I’m afraid it’s a big one,” you say with a vengeful tone. You didn’t expect him to laugh directly in your face after saying what you needed to.

“You’re a foolish young Jedi, you know that right?” he exclaims.

“At least I’m not foolish enough to let someone steal my lightsaber, Dooku,” you say with a smirk. He looks at you with a confused stare but quickly realizes he wasn’t holding his lightsaber anymore. While you were exchanging words, you made sure to use the force in order to subtly steal his saber

“You-,” he starts before you cut him off.

“I suggest you choose your next words very carefully or else they’ll be your last ones,” you threaten.

“You wouldn’t dare kill me. Besides, you don’t have the guts to do so,” he says confidently.

“You don’t know shit about me. I would be more than glad to slit your throat and not feel guilty about it afterwards,” you say. Before he can respond or do anything, you bring his lightsaber to his abdomen, leaving him in a compromising situation. With no hesitation, you slice open his abdomen, the flesh now exposed since you also cut his clothes with the saber. He gasps in pain and it’s music to your ears.

“Next time we meet, I will keep my promise and go straight for your throat,” you seethe before walking away from him and his shaky body. You knew you and Anakin had to get out of here as soon as possible, so you start rushing over to him. You notice the crimson stain that had formed on the floor and it was more than you expected.

“Oh my maker, Anakin. You’re losing a lot of blood,” you say, now panicking.

“Great,” he says with sarcasm while also feeling lethargic.

“At least you still have your sense of humor, Ani,” you say to him.

You knew you had no time for any more jokes so tell him to apply pressure on the wound in hopes that he wouldn’t bleed out as much. You remove the tie that held your robe together and roll his pants up. Maker, was it a nasty sight to look at. Dooku had sliced completely through his primary layer of skin and all you could see now was a disgusting mess of bubbling red flesh. You tie the fabric tightly around the affected area which would mimic the use of a tourniquet. You waste no more time before picking him up, knowing he was too injured to even move. His arm was now dangling over your leg and his head was tilted back. He looked miserable and it was painful to see him like this. Before you knew it, you had made it over to the elevator and you clicked the button that would open the doors. It took a few seconds for the doors to open, but you walked in as soon as they did before closing.

“You’re gonna be ok. You have to be,” you pleaded. No response.

You press one of the many buttons in the elevator and it seems to move right away. The elevators high speed didn’t help Anakin’s condition whatsoever as he was now shaking from the turbulence and looked like he was going to be sick. The elevator comes to a complete stop moments after before finally reaching the hangar. You manage to spot your ship and you run to it immediately, wanting to get out of here as quickly as possible. The pilot had opened the doors for you and you thanked him for it. You step into the vehicle, still carrying Ani close to you. You set him down on one of the ships seats before sitting next to him with fear. You notice how heavy his beautiful eyes had become due to all the blood loss he had suffered from and yet they still looked peaceful.

“Can you elevate your leg a bit? I just don’t want it to get worse,” you say with concern.

“Mhm,” he softly murmurs before doing what you asked of him. Before you know it, he shuts his eyes and falls into a peaceful sleep. You let it happen because you know he deserves to rest.

———————

It had been about an hour since you guys made it back to the jedi temple and upon your arrival, you requested to have him seek medical attention. Unfortunately, all of the medical droids were preoccupied at the moment and you felt hopeless. After all, you felt guilty for what had happened to him. If you didn’t distract him by calling his name, none of this would even be happening. However, you knew feeling guilty would do nothing for him the same way medical care would, so you rushed to find an empty medical room. Once you found one that was seemingly empty, you laid Anakin on the bed. After doing so, you make your way over to the cabinet which contained everything you needed to make him feel better. You grabbed a set of bandages, rubbing alcohol, rubber gloves in case things got messy, and a dry towel. Surely it wouldn’t be that hard to perform a simple task. You close the cabinet door before making your way towards Anakin’s bed. Suddenly, you hear Anakin let out a soft gasp which alerted you he would wake up very soon. He keeps tossing and turning before his eyes slowly flutter open.

“Welcome back Ani,” you say with a foolish smile.

“What’d I miss?” he questions.

“Not much, just most of the flight,” you answer.

He groans at your answer and tries sitting up too quickly before he winces in pain. “Don’t push yourself just yet,” you say to him before gently making him return to his previous position on the bed. “I’m going to nurse you back to health, but I just want to let you know ahead of time that it’s going to be a rough recovery,” you say, trying to not make his mindset worse.

“Thanks for the heads up,” he says with a faint smile.

“Anytime,” you giddily respond.

“Let’s do this thing,” he says to you.

“Can I?” you say motioning your hands to the leg of his pants. He nods at your question and you start rolling his flowy pants until you reached the injury on his leg. And maker, was it something. The once clean piece of fabric was now soiled with his blood and you could see the yellow pus seeping underneath it. An entire layer of skin had been burnt due to the properties a lightsaber produced. There was no denying that Dooku got him good.

“What the fuck did he do to me?” he asks rhetorically, his voice filled with disgust.

“Let’s just say he gave you a nasty flesh wound,” you answer. You knew this was going to get messy really quick, so you slide the medical grade gloves onto your hands. You then grab the towel before going over to the sink in order to wet it. You turn the sink off and return to Anakin’s side before you start rubbing the wet rag against the gash. He grits his teeth in pain at the burning sensation and you immediately stop.

“I’m sorry,” you say.

“It’s not your fault. I got myself into this and now here you are cleaning up my mess,” he says.

“I’m the one who distracted you though,” you say pitifully.

“Don’t blame yourself… You didn’t do anything wrong,” he says with a toothy grin.

Maker, you admired him. He’s always been there for you through your roughest times and you did the same for him. The two of you had laughed so many times together and it made you the happiest girl on earth to have a best friend like him, but there was a problem in all of that. The problem was you admired him more than a best friend would. Quite frankly, you liked him a lot and it had gotten worse the closer you got to him. Little did you know that he felt the same way about you and he had for a long time.

You suddenly get broken out of your train of thought and decide to break the subtle awkwardness that filled the room. You needed to start disinfecting it right away.

“This is going to hurt a lot. I’m sorry,” you begin. “Just hold my hand if it gets to be too much,” you offer.

“Thanks… I mean it,” he says with pure admiration.

“I’m going to give you a three second warning…‘Kay?” you inform him before he nods his head in response. He takes a deep breath before he reaches for your hand and nods to give you the green light.

“1… 2… 3…” you say before pressing the cold rag on his wound. He tries to hold in his scream to the best ability but the burning sensation is too strong. He feels as if shards of glass are stabbing him in the flesh which finally makes him scream in excruciating agony.

“Hold on for just a bit longer!” you say in an attempt to comfort him. He lets out breathy groans and reminds himself of what you just said. Many seconds pass by but it feels like forever to him because of the painful sensation. Finally you take the rag off his leg and replace it with a cloth bandage. You throw your blood soaked gloves in the trash shortly after.

“You’re ok, you’re ok,” you say soothingly, trying to comfort him before hugging him. His arm was now draped over your shoulder and it was the best feeling ever. He didn’t know if it was just the blood loss or if this moment just unleashed his true emotions that he had been holding in for a long time that made himself kiss you straight on your lips. It was unexpected, but you found yourself embracing the kiss. It was everything you had hoped it would feel like when you imagined it in your head late at night. The kiss was full of love and affection which was all you needed to continue kissing him. It felt like it was the one thing missing in life and now it wasn’t. You felt immense joy knowing that your best friend felt the same way about you.

The kiss finally comes to an end when you finally pull away, now looking at each other with the happiest expression on your faces.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this day,” he says breathily.

“Oh I think I have a pretty good idea,” indirectly letting him know that you felt the same way.

He debates whether or not he wants to say what he’s thinking in this moment, thinking it would ruin what you guys had going on right now, but he know he has to.

“So where do we go from here?” he asks shyer than he was a few moments ago.

“Just kiss me, Skywalker,” you say before he passionately kisses you on the lips, now drowning out the entire galaxy.

That answer was all he needed.

[utahimeow]

stam-pegged | vash the stampede

summary — vash the stampede gets pegged.

pairing — vash the stampede x f!reader

warnings — nsfw content. minors dni. afab reader, use of a strap, vash has a pussy, cunnilingus

word count — 2.3k

author’s note — this is sooo self-indulgent and is for the purpose of spreading the vashussy agenda. ur welcome i hope u enjoy

“Have you ever been fucked, Vash?”

From where the infamous Humanoid Typhoon has his head laid on your chest comes a series of stutters and nervous laughs. 

“Wh-what?” he manages, sitting upwards suddenly. His cheeks glow red, even darker than the perpetual tinge of sunburn that he has. Somehow he’s making eye contact with you, and yet he’s avoiding it like the plague.

“I mean, you’re a hundred and fifty years old, so I’m just curious,” you say, shrugging, but mischief dances in the way you gaze at him.

Vash’s head droops as he scratches the back of his neck and laughs, hesitating. “Well, you know, I’ve been- ah, busy… on the run, and stuff…”

“Really? So, you’ve never once…?”

Vash shakes his head. The only reason you’re so surprised is because he’s so breathtaking. 

The first time you saw him you were convinced he was an angel– kicked out of heaven, perhaps, when he fell from the sky and landed with a thud a few feet away from you. It turned out he was no more than a wanted man running from the law and, in the midst of a run-in with the military, he’d managed to get catapulted into the air, which was how he found himself careening towards the ground where you were going about your day until then.

He was lucky that it was you who had found him, who’d taken him in and given him shelter for no reason other than the fact that you were utterly captivated. He was no divine creature, but on this planet he was the closest thing to one.

You remember how he told you that he’d spent the better part of his one hundred and fifty years on the run. That he had no one, not really, other than a twin brother with whom he was “slightly at odds with”. In one hundred and fifty years, no one had been so gentle with him like you had.

“Would you let me change that?” you ask, retreating on your forwardness to instead pose the question carefully. 

It’s no secret that you’re attracted to him, and you think his affection for you is just as obvious. Like, come on. Just now he was laying on top of you with his face snuggled into your chest like a damn lapdog. It’s become a frequent thing for you to fall asleep tangled in one another’s limbs, clinging to the only good thing in your God forsaken lives.

Vash looks at you, baby blue eyes round and twinkling. “Yeah.” 

You smile, hoping he can’t sense the eagerness brewing in your stomach. Your hand reaches up to cradle his face, and you kiss him, slow and soft, and you melt into his touch when his own hands fall around your neck. It feels like your lips were meant for his–made to fit against one another. 

Your tongue presses into his mouth and the kiss becomes sloppy, starts to evoke a need within both of you. Between your legs there’s a dull pulse that makes you rub them together, and you don’t doubt that Vash feels it too. It’s hot, crawling up your spine and lighting your entire body up with flames.

Carefully, your hand slides down Vash’s chest and along his thighs, thick and hard under your palms. It comes back up to find a home between his legs, and when you palm at his crotch, he whimpers into your mouth. You didn’t expect him to be so… docile.

You pull away with a grin, batting your eyelashes as you gaze at Vash. Spit strings still connect your lips to his, and he feels suddenly dizzy when he notices them.

“You’re cute, Vash,” you admit, shifting off of the couch and to the floor.

Vash’s eyes burn through you as you settle on your knees between his legs. The usual soft, sky blue in them has turned to a dark, brilliant sapphire, glazed over with desire.

Gently you pull at the band of his loose sweats. He lifts his hips absentmindedly, allowing you to pull them down his toned legs. In an instant, your gaze is drawn to his cunt, spread open like a blooming fruit, dripping with sweetness and begging to be devoured.

“God, you’re so pretty, Vash,” you tell him in a low whisper, unashamed to compliment him. Your head dips to the side, and you relish in the way he shivers when your lips press against his thighs. “Bet you taste amazing, too.”

Your kisses move lower and lower, your hands curling around his legs where they’re propped up on the couch. Vash's heavy breaths are like music to your ears, a hint at your effect on him. He gulps ever so often, like he's trying to swallow down his want. His face is still flushed hot pink.

The first swipe of your tongue through his folds leaves the both of you lightheaded. Him, trying desperately not to fall apart at the seams from this new sensation. You, relishing in the taste of his arousal, a taste unlike anything you’ve ever tasted. He’s sweet—sugary, like nectar. It’s dizzying, addicting.

A flip in your brain switches and you’re hungry. Starved. So desperate for more of him that it would drive you to insanity had you not had him in your very grasp.

So you eat. Relentless, your tongue rolls over Vash’s clit again and again as any coherent 

thought in your mind is replaced by pure lust. Vash is gasping, panting hard at the dizzying sensation coursing through his entire being, his hands grasping at the couch.

He’s well acquainted with adrenaline. The way it burns through his blood, moves his arms and legs without him thinking, forces him to fight, shoot, kick– makes his heart pump so hard it hurts, makes his lungs swallow so much air that he feels as though he’s floating. 

This, however, is foreign to him. Pleasure. He’s never felt anything like it, never wanted so much more of something, never been so regretful that it’s taken so long for him to discover it.

Your hand reaches up, two of your fingertips prodding at his slicked entrance and he jolts ever so slightly.

“I’m gonna put a finger in, okay? It’ll feel even better,” you tell him, your voice husky and heavy with desire, hot breath dancing over Vash’s cunt. 

You wait until he nods his head, then push your middle finger inside of him, moaning out as his soft, warm walls pull you in. Vash gives a whine of his own, dizzy from the light stretch, from the way his body floods with heat when you curl your finger upwards and you find the spot that makes him yelp. 

The moment your tongue finds his clit once more, Vash wails. He can’t hold back any longer, his back arching toward the ceiling, his pussy clenching around your finger. His thighs tremble around your head as he completely and utterly lets go. 

He feels like he’s falling, but for the first time, it’s blissful.

“There you go, Vash, such a good boy,” you hum. You ease up, slowing your finger to a near halt and watching his face intently as he trembles with the aftershocks of his first orgasm ever. He’s all red and dazed, and you rub a hand slowly over his thigh to try and ground him once more.

“Felt good, hm?” you ask, planting a kiss to his thigh as you draw your finger back out of him. You gasp at the sight of the sticky webs of his cum that cling to your digit, glimmering like they’re ribbons of silk. You wrap your lips around your finger, eyes fluttering shut at the saccharine taste and your head is spinning. That’s plant cum, you suppose.

Vash nods his head dazedly. “Felt really good,” he mumbles, giving you a small, loopy smile.

“Ready for more, then?” you ask, a smirk gracing your features. Perhaps you could give him a little bit more time to recover, but something in your brain is desperate to make him fall apart all over again–something primal.

His eyes widen just a little at the thought of more, then he’s nodding his head again and in the blink of an eye you’re on your feet, heading to your bedroom closet in search of something. When you appear once more, you’ve got a pretty pink cock strapped to your hips, a bottle of lube in hand, and Vash waits for you with his legs still spread. 

He thinks he might pass out as you stand before him, bottom lip between your teeth as you drizzle lube over the strap and pump your hand up and down, slow and deliberate while flames lick up Vash’s skin. 

“You want it, Vash?” you ask, finally stepping close enough to hover the cock over his cunt.

“Please,” he breathes, unashamed of his desperation. 

You drag the slick tip along his slit, through his sopping, greedy folds and he’s writhing. Soft, impatient whimpers make their way past his lips, but he doesn’t have the courage to say anything. He lays there, pliant for you, because you know best. 

“I’m gonna put it in, okay?” you tell him. His need is contagious, spreading through you until your mind is void of all things but for the image of him being split open.

“Yeah- yes,” he replies.

With that, you push at the back of his thighs until he lifts them for you, burying your cock inside him slowly as he cries out at the intrusion. It’s much thicker than your finger, of course, but paired with the way his hole is drooling with both arousal and lube as well as his plant physiology giving him a higher pain threshold, it’s far, far more pleasure than it is pain. You hook his legs around your waist, sliding in until you’re finally fully seated inside him, your hips flush to his. 

He’s never looked so flustered, his eyes foggy like he’s high and his cheeks glowing red, his mouth hanging in a permanent O shape. You lean forward, mashing your lips with his because right now you could quite literally devour him. 

Your hips pull back slightly before sliding back in–not too fast, and not achingly slow, either. Vash’s whines become muffled against your mouth, his hands flying to grasp onto your shoulders as your thrusts begin to fall into a rhythm. Your cock drags in and out of Vash’s clenching pussy, steady, scared he’ll fall apart in your hands if you’re too rough with him even though you know better.

“More,” he whines, somehow still so polite, yet there’s a newfound boldness in his tone as the way your cock stretches him out becomes utterly addictive. It grazes his sweet spot with every rock of your hips, dragging against his walls deliciously, and soon it’s not enough for him.

“Want more, baby?” you ask, grinning devilishly. 

“Please, go harder,” he whimpers, fingers pressing into your shoulders as he braces for it. 

And so you go harder, near-slamming your hips into his, somehow managing to elicit sounds from Vash that are even more obscene than before, sounds you didn’t think he was capable of making. Just when you thought he couldn’t get more beautiful, here he is, spread open and vulnerable for you, his name on your tongue, trusting you with his pleasure in your hands.

Tears start to well in Vash’s eyes and your heart swells. You’re familiar with the overwhelmingness of it all, even despite the conflicting need for more, for faster, for harder. Your hand reaches up, a thumb swiping underneath his eyes to catch the tears that have spilled. 

“You’re doing so fucking good, sweet boy, taking it so well for me,” you coo, smiling softly at him in hopes that he’ll find some beacon of assurance within you. “Gonna cum for me again?”

He nods his head, letting a sweet whimpered sound fall from his lips. “I wanna cum.”

You bend forward once more, moulding your mouths together while your hand slips between your sweat-slicked bodies and down to Vash’s clit. He lurches in your grasp the moment your thumb starts to rub tight circles against it, his hips bucking, but it only pushes him harder onto your cock.

“Cum for me,” you say, breathless. 

Vash is throbbing all over–around your cock, deep in his stomach, and his mind, too. Inside of him, pleasure boils and bubbles more and more with every thrust you give, until finally it spills over the edges.

Vash chokes out a broken sob as his second orgasm spills through him, spreading like a wildfire to his fingertips and toes until he’s trembling and his chest is heaving as he swallows down air.

“That’s it, baby,” you say, still circling his clit as he starts to come back down. You’ve stopped moving your hips, stilling inside him while he came, and now your hands rub up and down his thighs where they’re hooked around your waist. “Doing okay?”

He nods, eyes full of fog–the look on his face is adorable. 

“How was that?” you ask, slowly slipping out of him, giggling at the way he whines when you do.

“Really really good,” he tells you, giving you a gooey smile.

You toss yourself onto the couch right next to him as you’re met with the sudden urge to pull him into your arms. His head falls back to your chest, nuzzling into your t-shirt, shamelessly inhaling your scent. 

“You did so good, and I’m not just saying that,” you tell him, clenching your legs together when you replay his expressions in your head. “The Humanoid Typhoon takes dick like a champ.”

He buries his face further into your tits, making a noise of humiliation. You’re patting his hair so gently though, so he doesn’t feel as embarrassed as he should. 

“I wanna do it again,” he admits, then his head jolts up suddenly. “But I wanna be on top this time.”

“We can do it again,” you tell him, stroking his cheek. “But you’ll be on your hands and knees so I can take you from behind.”

[heejayy]

Shuri U. || Focus pt. 2 (smut ver.)

Warning • adult language, MDNI, 18+

Genre • smut

Pairing • Professor Shuri x black fem! Student Reader

A/n: These have the same beginnings but different endings.

Fluff Ver.

You took your professor up on her offer and called her over the weekend. She said she wasn’t busy and that you could come over.

You hung up confused by what she meant again, you thought she was going to meet you at a cafe but she invited you to her home.

You stood on the porch of the most lavish home you’ve ever seen, but you expected nothing less for a queen. You knocked a few times before the door swiftly flung open.

“You made it” she smiled opening the door wider “come in.”

You entered adjusting your bag as you looked around. It was such an amazing home you couldn’t even fathom living here.

“You’re home is beyond beautiful.”

“Thank you” she smiled “why don’t we go to my study” she placed a hand on your lower back guiding to her home office. Even the smallest, most innocent touches from her makes your body tingle.

“Alright let’s get started” she pulled out her laptop while you pulled out your notes.

“Ok so show me what we need to go over” you nodded flipping through your notes to the page covered in highlighted questions.

“Oh well-“ you giggled nervouslya bit taking it upon her self to look through your notes. You felt a bit ashamed and sunk into your seat, she must’ve noticed because she placed comforting hand on your knee giving it a light squeeze.

“Hey don’t worry this is what I’m here for” you mind went fuzzy thinking about her hand so close to your-

“Are you alright?” She asked leaning a bit closer.

“Y-yeah I’m fine” you have her a tight lip smile hoping it was believable.

You two spent the next few hours studying going over class material. You kept getting distracted in between mostly due to your ADHD but also because she kept getting closer and closer. You two were so close at this point your thighs we’re touching.

“So why’d you decide to become a professor?” You quizzed twirling your pencil between your fingers.

“Hmm well I wanted to share my knowledge with the world I figured since everything settled down with my country I could venture out and do my own thing” you nodded understanding. She’s such an inspirational person you thought.

“So since we’re done for today I wanted to know what you had planned for later on?” You eyebrows rise at such a random question like that coming from her.

“Oh well I nothing really do some grocery shopping and then head back home” she nodded tapping her fingers on her wooden table it was a bit of awkward silence for a bit.

“Professor Udaku?”

“Yes?”

“I still don’t feel confident enough in taking this exam. What if I fail? Should I just quit school or-“

“Y/n?” You perked up at the sound of your name. It was the first time she actually called you by your first name. You liked the way she said your name

“Yes?” You answered. She took her time before answering eyeing you up and down. You felt like you were completely naked in front of her right now which wouldn’t be a bad thing.

“We are both adults right?” She leaned forward from her man spreading positing still keeping eye contact with you. You gulped nodding slowly.

“Good so tell me what would you do to pass?” You breathing became ragged as she slid her chair closer.

“Wh-what do you mean? I-“

“Don’t act dumb cutie you know exactly what I mean” you adjusted yourself in your seat trying to process what was going on. Was she implying that if you sleep with her you’d pass? Or are you reading this whole situation wrong. While thinking over your next move she took your chin in between her thumb and index finger lifting your head up to look at her.

“So what do you say do you wanna pass or not?”

Obviously you chose the right logical option there was no other choice to make. And that’s how you ended up in this position, face down ass up.

Shuri’s had her nails sunk into your hips as she roughly pulled you back against her. Her room was with lewd sounds mixed with moans and skin slapping against each other.

“Oh oohhh shit sh-Shuri” she had your head pressed into her pillow as she abused your cunt with her strap. You felt like a complete slut right, back arched, drool sliding down your cheek and your eyes rolled to the back of your head but you didn’t care it felt good.

“You like that pretty girl, hmm?” She yanked your head up waiting for you to answer, but all what came out was a strained moan. She let out a soft chuckling as she slowed down.

“Sit up baby, come on I want you to ride me” you listened quickly sitting on your back, Shuri barely let you get adjusted for she grabbed pulling you onto her.

You slid down on her into with ease causing your eyes to roll fluttering shut “you’re such a good girl for me aren’t you?” she moaned against your neck and she left kisses along with a few bite marks.

“Shuri p-please” you begged her over and over as you bounced on her.

“Nnghh shit!” You sped up trying to reach your high, your thighs started to burn but you didn’t care.

“God you’re a little slut huh? Fucking me for a good grade?” She asked pulling you closer to her, she brought you into a bear hug and she help you ride her. She rested her head in the crook of your neck feeling herself in the verge of coming too.

“Oh shit I’m cl-close! Fuck!” You couldn’t hold it anymore as you came undone on her. Your moans were drawn out as your body went limp in her arms but she kept thrusting into you helping you ride out your high and soon after she came too.

“Shit that was good” she breathed as you slowly climbed off laying besides her.

“That did feel good” you gave her a small smile pulling the quilt over your naked body. She did the same as she propped her head on her hand taking a moment to stare at you.

She leaned in leaving a peck on your lips “You’re definitely getting that A.”

Shuri Masterlist

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[airas-story]

Consider It a Gift

The Ancient One paused at the sight in front of her as the door to the Sanctum shut behind her—when one could travel to anywhere in the world for lunch, she didn’t see why one would not; she certainly never preached asceticism, and pizza in New York truly was divine. That and she’d felt time’s pull moving her forward.

There were two men standing on the sidewalk just outside the door. Or rather, there was one man standing and one man kneeling.

That in and of itself was odd. That it was happening right outside the sanctum—which had subtle protections that normally ensured that passerby walked right past and didn’t linger—was even odder.

That it was none other than a man she recognized as Stephen Strange on his knees—a man she knew from all her dreams and glimpses into the future was a proud, stubborn man—well, to say it was strange was more than just a poorly thought out pun.

It would be more polite to step away…

No one would ever accuse her of prying, but that was more because most seemed to think she was incapable of such a ‘plebeian’ behavior, and less because of an analysis of her true nature. Of course, there were none who truly knew her, now.

It was the fault of Stephen and his friend that they’d decided to have this conversation in the middle of the sidewalk. They could hardly expect complete privacy.

And in truth, well, in truth, if this was what she thought it was, than the Ancient One wanted to see it. She had seen so much of Stephen’s grief, just once she wanted to see his happiness.

“Tony,” Stephen started. “You are the most infuriating, frustrating, irritating, ridiculous—“

The man—Tony—rolled his eyes. “I get the point, Stephen.”

“—impossible,” Stephen added, undeterred, “man I know.” She saw Stephen take a deep breath. “And I am hopelessly in love with you.”

Tony softened perceptibly. ”Stephen—“

“Marry me,” Stephen finished.

Tony ran a hand through his hair, laughing a little as he looked down at Stephen. The Ancient One could read the love in his eyes. She knew, just from the look in his eyes, that this man, Tony, adored Stephen, foibles and all. It lightened her heart to see it. “You know, that’s supposed to be a question. Not a demand, right?”

Stephen didn’t respond, just staring up at Tony, a glint of determination in his eyes that underlined just how important this moment was to him.

The Ancient One could feel time’s magic shifting around her, whispering in her ears of laughter and happiness and hope in the darkest of times.

He will still come, Time whispered, but he will not be broken and alone in the world.

Tony laughed, and there was a brightness to it that carried through the air and seemed to settle warmly in her own chest in a subtle joy. Yes, watching this moment had been a good choice. “Yes, Stephen. I’ll marry you.”

Stephen stood up, brushing at his knees absently. “I want a courthouse wedding. As soon as possible.”

Tony blinked in genuine surprise and then raised an eyebrow. “I won’t back out if we take our time, you know.”

Stephen took a step forward, cupping Tony’s cheek. “I want every day I can have with you, Tony.”

Tony shook his head, but it wasn’t in negation, more amusement. “You already have that. I’m yours, Stephen. Irrevocably so. A license and certificate doesn’t change anything.”

Stephen’s lip twitched up into a small, teasing smile. “Maybe it doesn’t. But I’ve always liked putting my name on things. You know that.”

Tony laughed again. “Is that your way of asking me to take your name?”

“I don’t really think I was asking,” Stephen admitted. “But Tony Strange,” Stephen said and the teasing tone was so different from the hopelessness and frustration she’d always seen in the ripples of time. “You have to admit it sounds good.”

Tony snorted. “You’re lucky I agree with that.”

“No, I’m lucky that you think taking my name is hilarious. That’s why DUM-E is DUM-E and U is U—“ and the Ancient One supposed that sentence made sense to someone, but it made no sense to her, ”—and why you once tried to name an element badassium.”

“You caught me,” Tony said, grin twitching at his lips. “I do name things in part for the amusement factor. Including, apparently, myself.”

“You know you want to be ‘the Strange couple’.”

Tony’s eyes brightened. “I hadn’t even thought about that yet, but you are absolutely right. I want that so much it’s not even funny. God, the introductions. We need to marry ASAP, because every moment we’re not married is a moment where we’re not the Strange couple.”

Stephen rolled his eyes. “Well, if that’s what it takes to get you on board with marrying me as soon as physically possible, I’ll take it.”

Tony pressed forward and kissed Stephen, and for a moment the two seemed to meld into each other. The Ancient One took a step back, she had certainly seen everything that she could have hoped to see. Happiness. True, unfettered happiness. 

Time seemed to laugh in her ears. Consider it a gift.

[revasserium]

neverending daydreams with kenma? 🫶

reqs are open :)

neverending daydreams

kenma; 3,709 words; almost freakishly fluffy, but also kinda trippy. basically my specialty and i love this fic a holy freaking hell of a lot. if u read pls PLS tell me what u think u__u and lemme know if u 'get' the ending!!!

he has never been, in all seriousness, what people would have called a dreamer. but having spent most of his waking hours either gaming or wishing he were gaming, kenma quietly considers the implications of being called as such. a dreamer. what a title — what a name.

what a burden.

“was it bad last night?”

“no, not as bad… but at least it was interesting.”

“oh yeah? tell me.”

“so there was a maze, right — and then you know the super hot manga character from the new series — yeah, he was there too, and we had to like figure out this maze but we couldn’t wear shoes —”

kenma lets his head lilt to one side, his eyes falling shut in the early afternoon sun filtering through the wide classroom windows. they’d been cracked open half an hour ago to let in some air, the spring blossoming into what kenma is already sure would be an absolutely sweltering tokyo summer. he’s already dreading it.

“— and then i woke up!”

“aww… lame! you didn’t even make out!”

your laughter spills across the room, warm as the sun now soaking into kenma’s skin and he shakes himself awake, blinking unfocused towards the gaggle of girls sitting three rows ahead of him, heads bent together, a multi-limbed conglomeration of painted nails and hair pins, phone baubles and perfume. he shudders slightly — making out — what a thought. how gross. he’d never understood the appeal, even as more and more of his classmates began to whisper about it, to joke and cackle about it next to the shoe-lockers, in the stalls of the boys bathrooms during lunch, on the benches near the playparks on the way home, loitering around convenience store corners, eyes lingering on bare skin and bracelets, on rolled up sleeves and blushing cheeks.

kenma crinkles his nose, thinking now, of noses. and where on earth they’d even go if you were to —

“oi kenma-kun, do you have notes from yesterday’s class? i lent mine to kiyo in 2-b and she says her dog ate it.”

kenma blinks, nonplussed as your face swims into view, his vision catching on the tiny gems glinting from your earlobes.

“huh? you… don’t really believe that, do you?” he asks before he can quite stop himself. the resulting silence makes an uncomfortable heat climb up the length of his neck till his cheeks are burning with it, and still, you stare at him.

“why shouldn’t i? her dog eats weird stuff all the time.”

kenma blinks again, owlish, and he’s unsure if your confusion is feigned and this entire thing is just some elaborate prank, one that’ll break you into laughter any second. he resists the urge to look around, to make sure that the rest of his classmates aren’t all watching him like they’re in on the joke, waiting for the cue to start laughing as well. he feels his shoulders shrugging up as he fights down a frown.

“yeah but… that’s like the oldest excuse in the book, isn’t it? my dog ate my homework?”

this time, its your turn to blink, cocking your head to one side as you regard him, not a hint of malice or trickery in sight. he feels almost ashamed of himself for thinking it of you. of course you wouldn’t.

and then, you laugh. and he starts again, not because this was what he’d been afraid of but because this is the exact kind of laughter he was not expecting, pure and unhurried and unabashedly happy.

“ah — i guess you’re right, but… well, if she wants to keep my notes, then that’s fine. i’ll just make another set. so…” you smile at him, bright as dawn and summer starlight, “can i borrow your notes from yesterday?”

kenma resists the urge to groan, because his mind is already racing into overdrive — why not just ask kiyo from 2-b to give you back your notes again? nay, to demand that she give it back? to threaten her dog with… with what yet, kenma isn’t sure, but he is sure that that would be simpler, would it not, than to ask him for his notes. even though, sure, yes — he has almost all the same classes as you and sure, yes — he does also take pretty good notes. and sure, yes — fine.

this might be the path of least resistance but… doesn’t it feel a bit like punching in the cheatcode? isn’t it stunting… character growth and exp gain for both you and kiyo in 2-b? what if this causes a glitch in the matrix and you’re stuck in the eternal loop of borrowing people’s notes only to have your own notes be taken and eaten by kiyo’s homework-devouring dog until no one in school has notes anymore and everyone fails? would everyone have to hard-reset and start the year over?

“uh… sure… i guess. if you promise to give it back.” he reaches into his bag to pull out his notebook, pressing his lips for a second before handing it over.

you make a noise that’s caught between a squeal and a squeak. it’s a happy sound, he’s sure.

“thank you, thank you, thank you! and yes, i promise i’ll give it back! and my dog doesn’t eat homework — only table scraps and puppy treats — and maybe the occasional piece of trash on the sidewalk, but definitely no homework!”

you press the notes to your chest and beam at him and kenma finally lets out a soul-shaking sigh. he wishes he were home; he wishes he were playing video games; he wishes that the day came with a fast-forward button so he didn’t have to deal with all these scenarios that don’t make a lick of human sense.

the next day, when you return his notes, it’s with a shy smile and that he isn’t entirely sure what to make of. you’d licked your lips and looked anywhere but at him before pressing the notebook back into his chest and scurrying off with a thankssomuchforyournotes! tossed over your shoulder before you’re disappearing into your multi-limbed girl-gaggle and they were all laughing and giggling as they absorb you back into their amorphous blob, casting furtive glances his way that make his shoulders want to shrink up to his ears, if only to hide his face behind.

he hunkers down over his notebook, adjusts his sports bag and hurries into homeroom.

it isn’t until japanese literature, when he’s flipping open said borrowed-and-now-returned notebook that he notices — there’s a drawing on next blank page. or, well, what used to be the next blank page but is now definitely no longer blank. and it’s a drawing of you.

kenma stares down at it, at the cartoonishly large head, the huge, anime-lashed eyes, at your chibi-rendered hands clasped together in an unmistakable gesture of thanks. and something inside him jumps. something warm and thumping and uncoordinated. it coughs, skips, skids inside his chest and it takes him a moment to realize that it’s his heart.

thanks again! let me treat you to lunch sometime?

he reads the line four times before he finally manages to process the words. lunch. sometime.

treat?

he frowns. but school lunches are always free.

his eyes slingshot towards you, drawn as if by a magnetic force, and he finds you immediately. your eyes meet and a zing sings through him, shaking him from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. your cheeks flush, but you don’t look away. instead, you cock your head as if asking a question.

his heart thumps, and then thumps again. heat slowly unfurls in the base of his stomach, something like hunger, except it isn’t actually hunger. it’s a wanting, a thrumming wish — pressing and feverish and — he swallows hard, tearing his eyes away from you to look back down at the drawing, at the words.

treat. lunch. sometime.

sometime. but it can’t be during school. then when?

kenma freezes as realization washes through him, cold as a too-large bite of icecream.

oh. oh.

and then, he blushes hard enough for him to bury his face in his arms, refusing to pick his head up even when the literature teacher asks him expressly if he were feeling ill.

it’s saturday at noon, to be precise. and as kenma waits outside the neighborhood soba house, he wonders briefly if he’d accidentally stumbled upon a hidden side-quest that’s actually more difficult than the main storyline, because he’s almost certain that he’d never signed up for this.

cold-soba with you. alone. together.

no. he scuffs his feet against the floor, his fingers furling and unfurling in his pockets, so unaccustomed to not having a game console to fiddle with, no controllers to twiddle. he feels it like a phantom itch, like ghost-controllers as he opts for chewing on his lower lip instead.

stupid kuroo, taking away his switch. stupid, stupid, genius kuroo, letting it “slip” that kenma had a date on saturday, so that his mother had fussed all morning and had subjected him to a full-body pat down to confiscated the rest of his ill-hidden hand-held gaming consoles one by one with a scowl and a reprimand of no gaming when you’re on your first real date, kozume!

at least, he thinks, tugging his phone out of his pocket to flip through the preinstalled games there, there’s alway snake —

“kenma-kun! hi! sorry i’m late!”

your voice catches him like a punch in the stomach and he almost drops his phone, fumbling it for a second before catching it and shoving it into his pocket.

he looks up, a frown already forming on his forehead when he stops — he catches sight of you and that strange, twisting not-hunger-hunger gnaws at a growing space inside him. because oh — there you are. you’re standing in front of him, a little breathless, but dressed like… like a display from a pastry store window, or one of those ball-jointed dolls that have entire fan-followings online. you’re lashes and lace, earrings and nail-art, and all the normal things he’d come to associate with the strange, foreign concept of girl-geometry but you’re also nervous, and sweet, and looking up at him with those huge eyes, not unlike those in the chibi-doodle version of yourself that you’d left in his notebook.

and nervousness he understands. sweetness… he understands too. to a certain degree.

“no, you’re fine… i just got here too,” he says, and it’s a not-really-lie, because he did just get here… like fifteen minutes ago. but time’s just a human construct anyway, and there’s no point in getting caught up in the semantics.

he takes a breath at the same time you do, and you break into a fit of nervous laughter that makes him want to reach out and bottle the sound. or maybe just to record it on his phone for a rainy day. he tamps down the strange and doubtlessly creepy urge with a cough and motions vaguely towards the door.

“uh — you wanna…”

you nod, a bit too hard, before brushing by him into the soba shop and bowing to the middle-aged woman behind the counter.

she seats the pair of you in a booth, tucked into the corner, and for this kenma is thankful. he feels himself relaxing into the secludedness of the position.

“hot?” he asks, watching as you fan yourself with your hand from across the table.

you freeze and blush again, and he looks down immediately, feeling rather guilty for putting you on the spot. but when he glances back at you, you’re smiling.

“yeah, a little. it’s gonna be so gross this summer.”

“yeah, i know. i hate it already.”

he would’ve winced if it hadn’t been cut off by the sound of your laughter. with this, at least, he is familiar. how many times had he let himself melt into that sound during all those classes you had together? how many times had he centered himself around it, made it the still point of his turning universe, grounded himself to it so he could count from one moment to the next. he hadn’t thought it anything strange before now — after all, isn’t that what the internet says you’re supposed to do when you’re feeling unmoored? to find a commonality and stake yourself to it. only…

is it strange that he’d chosen your laughter?

it’d been such a simple choice, so easy to make — it was everywhere, and when it wasn’t there, he could conjure up the sound perfectly.

sitting across from you now, he pauses, wondering what kuroo would say if he were ever to bring this up. probably call him a pervert and never let him live it down.

“me too. i think i hate a lot of things but…” you break off, your eyes meeting his for a split second before looking away.

kenma breathes, watches the way you worry your bottom lip.

the conversation is stilted, but after a while, the awkwardness wears off. like silver soaking off years of accumulated tarnish, the shine breaking through as the soba is served and the pair of you are left slurping at the chilled noodles.

by the time he offers to walk you home, kenma finds that he’s no longer searching for things to do with his fingers, the phantom itch of a ghost-console no longer needed to occupy the space between his hands. and when you say goodbye to him this time, it’s no longer a string of words strung together too fast, tossed like an endless hope over your shoulder, but held between the pair of your bodies like a promise.

“see you on monday!”

kenma smiles, “yeah… sure. see you then.”

he watches as you turn to walk away, and his feet warm with the premonition of motion, but something holds him still, holds him there as he watches you take two steps, three steps — and then, you turn back around. and you’re closing the space between you and him, quick as a flash, your lips grazing the skin of his cheek, and then just as quickly, you’re falling back onto your just-taken steps, your cheeks ablaze as you wave a hand at him and race off before he can do more than open his mouth, his jaw loosened by the action, the thought — the motion and e-motion of it all.

kenma stares at the place where your body had just been, taking up space, and then oh-so-abruptly… not.

you’d turned the corner, and now not even your shadow lingers, but he fancies that there’s still a break in the light, a tear in the air just in front of him where you had been, warmed by your just-there-ness. slowly, he raises a hand to swipe it through that space, before bringing it up to his cheek to brush it against the place where your lips had been.

and are now no longer.

and there too, he feels his own skin, warmed by the just-there-ness of your no-longer-there lips.

three days, it takes him. three days to build up the courage to ask you out again. on another date. and this time, he doesn’t tell kuroo, or his mother, but he doesn’t bring games with him either.

the frozen yogurt place isn’t too crowded on a wednesday night, early enough to still be dinner-time, too late for the afternoon-stragglers to be out and about. he arrives, as he had done, fifteen minutes before you, and he wastes no time in starting a game of snake on his phone.

by the time you get there, it’s getting hard to maneuver the pixel-snake’s body without it’s tail trailing across the entire screen.

“i thought you’d only be into the kind of games with like… a million levels or something.”

your voice jolts him out of his intense concentration, and this time, he does drop his phone. your reach out to catch it with a knowing grin, handing it back to him, but by then, the large GAME OVER is already flashing over the screen.

“oops… sorry,” you say, looking genuinely apologetic.

“don’t be. and you’re right, i do like games with a ton of levels but… things like this are fun once in a while too.”

he blushes as he motions at the space between the pair of you, his phone still clutched in his hand, so that it’s unclear if he’s talking about the game or… something else entirely.

“only once in a while?” you venture, the slightest hint of a tease in your voice. and it’s incredible, he thinks, the change a single week’s worth of familiarity can do for the both of you. because while your first “date” had been all awkward silences and rough, stumbling changes of topic, this one — already — has taken on a sheen of smoothness and liquidity that makes kenma’s skin prickle up with what he can only assume is excitement.

“well… maybe — i dunno…” he gulps as he holds open the door for you to walk into the yogurt store, “it’s only a pattern if something happens more than three times, right?”

and god, where had this come from? this daring, this strange, almost alternate-universe confidence — and is he really flirting?

you let out a pleased sort of hum that warms his entire body and he thinks that he’d rather like to hear that sound again too. to add to his collection of bottle-able sounds that come from your body — he bites off the thought there, because kuroo will really start to call him a pervert then.

“i’m free on saturday,” you say, turning towards him to offer him a yogurt cup.

he stares at it for a second before taking it, letting his fingertips linger where they brush against yours.

“okay then,” he says, allowing himself the shadow of a smile as you ask him what his favorite yogurt flavor is, and he asks you your favorite toppings. and it’s easy like this, isn’t it? how had he ever thought this difficult? had it ever been? the bell-like sonance of your voice, the tinkling texture of your laughter, the great, blossoming fire licking up, up from the base of his stomach all the way to the top of his chest.

why had he ever scorned this as strange? as unnatural?

how could he have ever thought this to be a mere sidequest when this — he’s sure of it now — is the entire point of the game to begin with? because don’t all roads lead to this? to this giddiness and certainty? to this… unshakable knowing that he, even in his youth, is held still by in it’s immensity that this could be something more?

something like… love?

but it’s too early for that yet, and he’s getting ahead of himself. skipping the levels and peering at the walkthroughs.

he forces himself to focus on the tang of the yogurt, the crunch of the oreo chunks. he anchors himself to the grace of your smile and the weight of your laughter.

and after, when the yogurt is done and the night is still young, he offers to walk you home again. and this time, he doesn’t wait for you to close the gap between your bodies — he leans down to do it himself. because somewhere between the space of then and now, he’s made the decision that he doesn’t want the shadow or the just-there-ness anymore. he wants the just and the there. separate and whole and oh.

so that’s where your noses go.

the kiss breaks between you and kenma leans in to unbreak it.

you make a small noise at the back of your throat and he has to keep himself from grinning.

there, again, another bottle-able sound.

he inches his hand up to cup your cheek and you lean into him, pressing both your palms to his chest. and for moments and moments and moments, the pair of you stay locked there, breaking and unbreaking the kiss again and again and again until finally, you press him away to take a breath.

you are breathless, and so is he.

and briefly, oh so briefly, kenma wonders as he looks at you, stares into your eyes as you look back at him, if this could be called dreaming.

“oi… oi kenma-kun?”

kenma blinks, frowning slightly as your face swims into view, his vision catching on the tiny gems glinting from your earlobes.

“h-huh?”

your face is inches from his, and the afternoon sun is warm against his skin. the classroom behind you is filled with the scent of a blossoming spring, trailing into what kenma already knows will be an absolutely sweltering tokyo summer.

your voice rings through him like knowing, and your smile, when he finally focuses on it with bleary eyes and a buzzing mind, looks something like the remnants a dream.

“do you have notes from yesterday’s class? i lent mine to kiyo in 2-b and she says her dog ate it.”

kenma chews on his lips as he weighs the answer on his tongue, and finally, he allows himself a tiny, secret smile as he digs around in his bag for the notebook, handing it to you as he says —

“you don’t actually believe that, do you?”

[bunnyyamor]

bdsm

[ OCTOBER 28TH ] EREN YEAGER x fem! reader (alien au)

synopsis; we all knew they would come one day, and here they were. the aliens want to take over our planet. but eren is not too keen on sharing his human. wk; 3k

warnings; mdni, smut 18+, heavy smut, dark content, bdsm, monster fucking, bondage, pet-names, non-con, whipping, buldge, choking, tentacle play (oral, anal), creampie, degradation, overstimulation, sub/dom dynamic, edging, kidnapping, power dynamics, anal play, nipple clamps, un-protected sex, vouyerism, drugged, stalking, finger sucking, breeding kink, spit play

notes; i know this is maybe different for some ppl so if u dont like it; no prob then dont read. pls change setting to unhide mature things and like, comment and reblog.

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late in the night, you cuddled with your stuffed teddy bear. succumbing to sleep and resting till morning. at least, that was the plan. until you heard a bump in your house coming from downstairs. “what?” you thought as you slipped your slippers on and cautiously went down the stairs. the wooden floors creaked. someone was in your house! should you call the cops? “fuck,” you cursed aloud. you had fallen asleep downstairs earlier and had forgotten to bring your phone upstairs. that was it, you would have to face this intruder head on. 

your feet creeped down each step. fear making you shake. you wish you had a weapon of some sort to defend yourself. anyone could be downstairs. “hello! who is there? show yourself!” finally, you were on the last step, if you peeked your head you could see the intruder clearly. “alright,” you gulped. head moving slowly. then a bright light shone through the house. it was brighter than any sun or moon. it was as if a flashlight was turned on directly onto your house. it was a blinding white light. “wh-what is this?” you could barely see. you tried to cover the light but it was no use, it was hard to tell what anything was. 

“do you want her? how bout i take her?” other voices were heard. it was more than one person here. somebody behind you pushed you onto the floor. you fell on your knees, tears streaming down your face as the unknown was fearing you. “please! who are you?” you still couldn’t tell who or what this was. two figures came into view and touched your arms. “we want her.” but then they were pushed to the side by another figure. someone strong looking and taller, “no! leave her! she is mine! and if any of you touch her, you’re dead!” the man shouted at the other two. “be still, loyal follower,” the same man that had yelled spoke to you and then poked your arm with what seemed to be a syringe. slowly your vision became hazy until it all went black. 

you awoke with a gasp. your heart pounding. where were you? your eyes were covered with a blindfold. you tried to move your arms to take the fabric off and realized you couldn’t move your limbs. your arms and legs were tied up in a star position. and that's when you felt the cool breeze on your nipples. you were naked! “where am i? who is here? hello? someone help me!” you screamed, terror in your voice. 

“relax, my pet. i surely am not here to hurt you.” this man was the voice you heard earlier. it was deep and low, not much enthusiasm or happiness behind it. “you are mine now.” he whispered. 

“what do you mean? please sir, i’m scared.” you bit your lip, trying not to cry. you felt his rough fingers touch your soft skin. it was delicate, handling you like you were fragile. it tickled your face and down your neck to wrap his hand around your throat. your breath hitched. “i am sorry for the way we entered your home. it was supposed to be just me. i have been watching you. see, we are not from your world.” he separated himself. you could tell he was further now from his volume of voice. “so…you are aliens? c’mon you expect me to believe that? aliens are not real.”

“well, after this you will believe we are real.” his voice was dark. had different intentions. “you are lovely. i saw you in your hometown and i knew you had to be mine. you are to be my wife, listening to my orders and surrendering yourself to me.”

you laughed, “as if i would! why would i do that?”

there was a hit of chuckle in his voice, “because if you do, i will give you anything you want. if you don’t listen, you will be punished.”

you strained against your bondage, “may i see your face then? if you are an alien?”

you heard him walking close to you, “not yet, peasant. just be patient,” his thumb dragged down your lips into your mouth. “suck.”

you were so confused. so overwhelmed. was this your life now? you were to be a wife to this alien? why you? nevertheless, you were afraid so you sucked his thumb. lips wrapped around it as you sucked. tongue delicately twirled around it. your teeth lightly grazed the skin. 

“good job, wife.” his voice uttered deep, slow like melted butter. “when i saw your beauty i felt a connection with you. you were the most beautiful human i’ve ever seen. my heart was yours. your planet, my fellow companions can have but i must have you. and what a king wants he gets.”

you stopped sucking, “a king? you’re an alien king?”

he chuckled, “yes. i reign over the galaxies in space. my name is eren, king eren of the milky way. that is why you, will be my queen.” eren laced his fingers within his own. “you should carry my children and live to serve and respect me, making me happy for all my days.”

you were shocked. you wanted home. “i will not share my wife. nobody is able to have you except me. you are my human. to make sure you are mine, we must consummate our union. now i realize you humans are differently developed than my people. so this will hurt but i assure you soon my love,” his lips went to your ear, kissing it and licking it lightly, “you will enjoy it. your cunt will be ever overjoyed for me to fill you up. and not to brag but as king i am bigger than most males in my race.”

you shook, not from fear this time but excitement. was he really an alien? his voice was attractive. you knew that you were to be his peasant, his slave. aliens overtook planets and conquered lands and people. you knew this was your case but you were alive. 

eren’s chest pressed against yours and he was right. he was tall and muscular. each groove of his abs meshing with your soft stomach. his nipples grazed over yours. his fingers pinched the skin and rolled the bub between each digit. “so perky. so soft,” he sounded mesmerized by your breasts. “big and perfect to feed my children. i can just imagine them filled with milk. i shall have to try your milk as well since you are human, it must be different than ours.” he joked. you stiffened feeling his lips wrap around your bud. “mmmmm,” he moaned as he feasted on your nipples. his tongue caressing your perked skin. he rolled it between his tongue, leaving your breasts soaked. 

“ffffffuck,” you tried to stay still since you were stuck roped up but you couldn’t help yourself. your hips moved and you needed to touch something. this was torture! “please husband.”

“shhh, patience my pet.” he spoke with your breast in between his mouth. he sucked harshly and licked around on your areola. he popped it out and squeezed the flesh, jiggling the breasts in his hands. “i need you to prove that you are mine, peasant. that you are my loyal servant wife.” you felt a pinch on your nipples. he had put nipple clamps and squeezed them around your bud. the pain left a shiver down your spine to your cunt. you moaned at being dominated over. you were fully submissive. 

you heard him walk away. his saliva left on your tits making you cool as the air nipped you there. you squeezed your thighs together, trying to relieve some tension.

“now, who are you to me?” you heard him behind you. 

“i am-” slap! a sting was felt on your ass. “ugh, what was that?”

“i didn’t ask you to ask me a question, pet.” he sounded angry. again he slapped you, harder. it was a whip. a leather whip. “you are my pet first and foremost. then you are queen. remember, i saved you.” again, fwack! it was loud and echoed in his room. “you will always be my plaything and do as i say. understand!”

“mmm, yes! yes i understand!” it was starting to burn. you knew your skin was probably red with streaks on your ass. his words, it made you hot. you felt yourself getting more wet. again, whipped. ongoing and ongoing. he would do two at a time then three. “mmm right there!” you could feel your excitement running down your legs. 

“is my slave enjoying this? who knew you were equally filthy as beautiful.” his hands went to your cunt, seeing if you were actually wet. “soaked.” your pussy was sticky, being loud. he dragged his fingers from your hole to your ass, soaking your tiny hole. “look at my marks on you.” his fingers squeezed your sensitive plump flesh. “such soft skin. so more delicate than our race. but you never answered. now who are you to me?” again, the whip. you jolted forward from the force. 

you couldn't take the pain anymore, “your pet! your peasant! your slave! i am yours, master!!! you are my leader, my king, my husband, and the father of my future children. i am yours now, king eren!”

eren stood over you, you could tell through a tiny outline of his body through the fabric. “good girl,” eren tiled your head back, opened your mouth wide and created a huge spit ball and spat it in your mouth. “swallow.” he growled. you gulped it down, listening to everything he was saying. he pulled your hair gently. then his hands wrapping them around your throat. “this pretty throat is going to scream so perfectly. to know all my people and congregation are downstairs, probably hearing us fuck. hearing me fuck my helpless, pathetic human.”

you groaned. he was fucking delicious. 

suddenly, you could see. eren had taken off your blindfold. he was indeed tall. much taller than you. you gasped at his beauty. he was the most magical creature you had ever seen. his skin was lavender, he had pointy ears, his eyes were pastel pearly purple, almost looking white. he had plump lips that looked so delectable. he had a scar above his nose and a tiny one above his eye. his eyebrows were skinny but long enough that they came out further than his face. his eyelashes were long, making him look ethereal. he wore earrings. he truly was an alien! he was naked and he wore many scars littered on his body. as you looked down you saw he wasn’t lying about his cock size either. it was long and thick, dark purple veins wrapped around it and his head was a mushroom head. it was bigger than anything you had ever seen. it also had purple ridges around it, surely an alien cock. when your eyes met his again he was smirking. “is my wife satisfied with looks?”

“you-you are beautiful,” he made you speechless. 

“good,” he smiled wide, closing his eyes. “then i know you will enjoy this.” his hands forcefully wrapped around your neck, squeezing slightly. it made you choke a bit. coughing. his smile turned into evil and his tongue came out long, like a snake. “we are very much different, pet.” then what came shifting from behind him was tentacles. there were 4 long, lavender tentacles reaching high to the ceiling. “my pure, innocent, pet.” his brows knitted together. he had his hands in a prayer form, almost like praying to you like you were an idol. 

your eyes widened seeing all the thick tentacles. one of them came and wrapped around your neck, the tip going in your mouth, choking you and making you gag. you sucked on it while the others came slithering down your breasts. that one played with your breasts. while the other one dipped down to your whopping soaked pussy. its tip lightly playing with your clit, flicking it back and forth sensually. it was dipping slightly in your hole. playing with your folds. 

“oh my god.”

“no, not god. only me.” eren’s eyes were half lidded. it seemed he could feel what his tentacles felt.

tears pricked your eyes as this tentacle thrusted itself in and out of your mouth. the one on your pussy circled your clit, making you shake. then it slowly entered into you. you choked more at the feeling. you were so full and felt a bulge. you saw your stomach and saw it there. you were getting impaled by a tentacle. you were a moaning mess, saliva dripping at the side of your mouth. “mmmmm.” 

“that’s it. take it, peasant.”

more shoved inside of you. it entered and exited. you felt your cunt ripping, opening for the tentacle. but where was the other one? the other one caressed your back and then your ass. it spread your ass cheeks and rubbed your tight, puckered hole. “right there,” eren shivered as it slowly entered your asshole as well. now you were fully filled to the brim. every piece of you was stretched and full. it was too much! 

your ass hole was stretching beyong imaginable for this tentacle. your cunt was dripping, squishy as the tentacle twirled inside you. it went faster and faster as you got used to it. eren bit his lip as he was grunting and moaning. “f-fuck. you humans are truly something unexplainable. so easy yet so impossible. so tiny.”

every tentacle made a home inside you. caressing each part of your skin. your eyes rolled in the back of your head. you felt so full so close. every piece of you was wet, sticky, juicy. the tentacles went in a pattern. they both entered at the exact same time as your ass and cunt. this was so different than you ever felt before. you were tied and helpless. it was too much for you, too full! you focused your breathing on your nose as the tentacle in your mouth hit the back of your throat. 

“yes wife! yes my queen! take it! take me! surrender yourself to me!” eren screamed as you shook violently, back arching as your orgasm finally overtook you. you screamed as well, feeling so overstimulated. your legs kicked as cream dripped out your cunt and ass hole, dripping and making a mess. 

eren retracted the tentacles. each soaked and dripping. “you smell delicious my slave.” 

your body was limp, being held by the rope. eren unclipped your arms and legs, letting you fall on him. you felt heavy, exhausted. “you did so well, my wife. taking me all. but we are not done yet. you must take my actual seed.”

eren carries you to his window and your eyes widen seeing their world. you were in outer space. galactic ships whirlying by. there were futuristic skyscrapers high as the black sky. the stars twinkled brightly and there was stardust clustered nearby. you looked down at the people and they were enjoying their life. living their days. you saw eren’s face everywhere, he truly was the king and this was his castle. a futuristic train sped by and things flew by. colors purple, pink, bright lights danced upon your face. it was like a dream. 

“these are my people and now yours,” he pinned you against the glass. your tits pressed. eren spread your legs, his head going down as his plump lips traced on your whip marks. his lips kissed your ass, sucking each part of your skin. “you took me so good.” his fingers traced each mark. he continued kissing, licking. you pushed your ass to him, shaking it for him. 

eren turned you around and now your ass was pressed against the glass. you were scared, what if his people saw you. “i want my people to see me taking my concubine as mine. see me making you my wife.”

eren’s cock was swollen. his base lavender while the head was a pinkish color. it was throbbing. the cum leaking was a pearlish color. iridescent and sticky. “try to take this now.” eren lifted you up, put your legs over his arms. he didn’t take his time. he shoved you on his standing upright cock. 

“fuckkkk!” you cried. you were already sensitive from earlier. “i can’t. ohhhh eren!”

“good girl.” eren kissed your lips. he lifted you up and then plopped you back. each ridge on his cock dragging inside you and hitting your spot perfectly. it was so unique but felt so delicious. he carried you then dropped. bottoming you out each time. he fully came out then entered again. he was like an animal with you. “i want everyone to see me fucking you.”

“it feels so good, eren.” you nodded, biting your lip. your pussy fluttered around him. 

“you are so tight. so good.” his breath was hot as he leaned into you. both breaths mixed together. you both were sweaty, sticky. skin slapping as his balls reached up to slap your cunt. he was thrusting inside you like a jackhammer. 

“like that! just like that!” you cried. he was non stop. pistoning inside. you felt it throb inside you. his ridges dragging inside you, making you drip. his cock was so huge and thick, hitting your spot. the ridges poking at your g-spot. your juice was mixing with his. seeping over his cock. the glass behind you became fogged up as his hands slapped it to hold himself steady. 

“i’m going to cum.” eren whined between his teeth. you felt his dick tingle inside you. it was becoming top heavy, all the cum collecting at the head. 

“fuuuuuck!!!!” you gave it all you could and orgasmed again. hyperventilating. you held onto eren and eren deepened inside you. 

he roared, cumming inside you. your walls coated with his seed. it was filling you up, dripping down your cunt and seeping out onto your legs. it was a thicker consistency than humans and had almost a rainbow effect when it was met with the light. 

you both were breathing uncontrollably. eren cuddled you in his arms. kissing the top of your head. “you are the most precious being to me. you are now mine. you are to be no one else's, and you are my queen.”

you squeezed his cum further inside you. you had a duty now. to please your husband and king eren. you were to give him children and live your days fucking him.

you brought eren’s face closer and kissed his lips. the bustling city down beneath you two. the lights cascading over your two naked forms. you accepted fate and your new life. 

[tyungelic]

so i sent cherry a similar ask but im gonna do it backwards for u hehe

thoughts on bad girl tyun corrupting good girl reader ><??

★ a/n: this has been sitting in my inbox for eons sorry for the late reply this was soo fun to write~

warning: fem!taehyun drops the d slur in this

your roommate taehyun knows exactly the kind of girl you are.

you’re always so kind, so sweet, so innocent— at least that’s what others saw on the surface, but she knows the truth.

she’s seen your browser history after all. tsk tsk, shouldn’t have left your laptop open while you went to take a shower. taehyun knows she shouldn’t go around peeking at your stuff, but she just couldn’t resist. you’re so cute and pure, you had to be hiding something. a dark secret, a strange fetish, anything. taehyun wants nothing more than to mess with you. you were always so fun to rile up, so pouty and easy to upset.

taehyun’s eyes go wide when she sees all the lesbian porn in your history. link after link, gifs, videos, and pictures. my god, it’s like you’re some kind of porn addict. no one would ever expect this of sweet little y/n.

so of course she has to let you know that she found out. after all, just the thought of you crying and begging her not to tell anyone about this secret of yours amuses her so much that it turns her on.

you walk into your bedroom and nearly drop your towel in shock when you see taehyun watching one of the videos you were watching just last night.

"taehyun! wh-what are you--"

"-- oh, just watching from your little collection," taehyun says with a sly smile. "you should do something about your chrome history. ever heard of incognito before?"

you rush to your bed and slam the lid of your laptop down, cutting off the salacious moans blaring from your laptop's speakers.

"i didn't give you permission to use my stuff," you say, voice already rising in anger.

"sorry."

bullshit. you both know she isn't sorry.

"what's with you?" you ask. "do you hate me or something? what have i ever done to you?"

“are you a dyke, y/n?” taehyun asked, a sadistic kind of mirth in her voice. you bit your bottom lip, fighting back tears.

"no! i'm not... that. i don't like women that way..."

“i don’t know,” taehyun says in sing-song. “your history is pretty telling. you want a woman to fuck you that badly, hm?”

you gulp, mouth feeling dry and head spinning. you feel so humiliated and you know she’s eating this up. she loves to get a rise out of you and here you are, playing right into her hand.

“do you think about anyone when you watch stuff like that?”

you shake your head, avoiding eye contact with your roommate. one of her hands makes its way to your waist and the other grabs your chin, forcing you to make eye contact.

“wanna try it out with me?”

your knees are starting to go weak. her eyes are so dark, so hypnotizing. does she have any idea of the hold she has on you?

“i need an answer, princess.”

you remove her hand from your face, rage building up inside of you.

"no, not you. never you."

"oh, you don't mean that," taehyun says, feigning offense. "you hate me so much you wanna fuck me, don't you?"

you can't stand this. what the fuck is her problem? why does she always target you? she's such a bitch, so condescending and mean. she's gone too far this time. she knows just how to toy with you and you hate it. you hate her.

and yet...

“y-yes,” you squeak out. “yes, taehyun. please touch me, use me, do whatever you want with me.”

taehyun pulls off your towel, exposing your wet, naked body. she presses her knee between your legs and slowly grinds it against your pussy.

"good girl," she whispers before biting your earlobe. "listen to everything i say and we'll have a great time. okay?"

[ginjithewanderer]

[Tetora Nagumo] What I Like 4☆ — The Back of a Man Among Men

Writer: Nishioka Maiko || Season: Winter Character appearances: Tetora, Arashi

"What about you, Tetora-kun? Have you found anything you like yet?"

Translation under the cut

Tetora: Hmhmhmm…♪ I’m back~

Arashi: Oh? Tetora-kun, welcome back.

Arashi: Are you done with work already? You're back surprisingly early. Didn't you say you might be late? I thought for sure that you wouldn’t be back until late at night.

Tetora: Ossu. That's what I thought, too, but I got done earlier than I expected~

Arashi: I see. Well, I'm glad you got done without any troub—

Arashi: Kyaah!

Tetora: Woah!? Wh-what's wrong? You startled me just yelling all of a sudden, y'know?

Arashi: Tetora-kun, this is bad! Your ear! Your earlobe!

Tetora: Huh?

Arashi: Your earlobe is bleeding!

Tetora: Hm…?

Tetora: Ah, it really is. My piercing hasn't healed all the way yet, so I guess it might be bleeding because my earring got caught on my clothes or something.

Arashi: Uh-uh. You can't just wipe it off so casually like that! What if it gets infected!?

Arashi: Okay. Come here. I'll give you a hot soak.

Tetora: H-'hot soak'…? What's that? It sounds kinda like 'hot soup' in English, so I guess it's something yummy?

Arashi: Nope. A hot soak is when you use warm salt water on the affected area to help it heal better.

Arashi: Piercings are delicate, so you can't use regular disinfectants.

Arashi: Don't worry, this won't hurt. Come on, come here and sit still.

Tetora: Ossu. I'll take you up on that, then.

Arashi: Dab, dab…And, there.

Arashi: Oh? This earring…It's not the one you usually wear, is it?

Tetora: Ah, yeah. Today's work was kinda formal, so I wore this clear one that isn't really visible from a distance.

Tetora: I wonder if this piercing is even worth it for me if it’ll keep getting caught in my clothes~. It probably started bleeding because it got caught on something in a weird way.

Arashi: Hmm, that is strange. I wonder if it keeps getting caught on things because you’re not used to it yet.

Arashi: You can’t take the earring out until it heals up, though, or the hole will close up…

Arashi: I know. How about we go shopping for new ones the next time we’re free? I’ve been meaning to look for some small ones for myself, too.

Arashi: I can recommend you a shop, but would you be okay with that?

Tetora: Oh. Can I? If it’s one you recommend, I wanna go, too!

Arashi: That’s decided, then ♪ Let’s go out the next time we’re free.

Arashi: Kyaah ♪ All of them are so cute. With this many choices, I’ll never be able to decide.

Arashi: Oh, well~. Even though there are so many cute things, I want to save money this month…They’re all so tempting.

Arashi: Ah, I can’t get distracted and have fun on my own like this. I’m not here to shop for myself today.

Arashi: What about you, Tetora-kun? Have you found anything you like yet?

Tetora: U~myu. Let me think…Ah, these are nice and simple.

Tetora: I like this kinda thing, but I don’t know how fashionable they are…

Tetora: I don’t really have much of a fashion sense. That’s why I wanna hear your opinion. What do you think of these?

Arashi: Hey. You don’t need to worry about every little thing like that. After all, the most important part of fashion is wearing what you like!

Arashi: Besides, it’s not like you don’t have a good fashion sense. These earrings are nice, aren’t they? I think they’ll suit you.

Tetora: You think so? If they have your seal of approval, I’ll get them~♪ That said, which ones do you like, Narukami-senpai?

Arashi: Me? Well—

Arashi: I like these, and earrings like these are nice, too…Ah, these! I like these ones. Mmm, it’s too bad I can’t buy them. I’ll have to come back when I have some more money.

Arashi: Oh, well, that’s okay. Our main goal today was to get you some earrings. We did achieve that.

Tetora: Ossu. I’ll go pay for these, then!

Arashi: Okaaay, see you in a bit. I’ll go look around that clothing store over there. Please do call out to me once you’re done.

Arashi: I’m so glad you could find something you like.

Tetora: Ossu! It’s just as I’d expect from a store you like. All the accessories there were designed really well. It was really neat.

Tetora: I wanna go there again. Thank you so much!

Arashi: Hehe. Just hearing you say that makes it feel worth recommending it to you.

Tetora: —Also, here.

Arashi: Huh? What’s this package?

Tetora: It’s thanks for today. I’m sorry it’s so small.

Arashi: Huh!? You don’t need to thank me, though!

Arashi: But…thank you. I’m glad. Is it okay if I open it?

Tetora: Of course!

Arashi: —Oh, my! These are the earrings I liked from that store! When did you…

Tetora: Heheh. I’m not great at giving presents, so I wasn’t sure what would be good enough as thanks, but…

Tetora: Obviously, you’d want to give anyone something they’d like, right? That’s why I didn’t buy anything beforehand. I just quietly did my research and bought these earlier.

Arashi: …You’re amazing, Tetora-kun.

Tetora: Huh? Did you say something, Narukami-senpai?

Tetora: Ah! Are these not good enough as a thank you!?

Arashi: Nope. Not at all. I’m really happy with these. Thank you so much. I’ll treasure them ♪

Tetora: I’m really glad you like them! Let’s go home, then.

Arashi: (Mm~…And I thought you were still just a cute junior. I really look forward to what the future holds for you…♪)

Tetora: ? Narukami-senpai, what’s wrong~? You almost got left behind, y’know~?

Arashi: Yeah, yeah. I’m coming, Tetora-kun!

[wabatle]

Heya heya! Anon who's the one who recently requested "Niigo finding out they aren't your first kiss" here, making another req because your writing is so auaehahueauwqageauwuwua278751!!73%#^@%3(I mean this in a positive way wahaha) And I'll be requesting for... Niigo again- So here; The reader just basically does a sudden "kabedon" to the specific Niigo member, like that specific char could just be walking into the reader's room and then WHAM suddenly pinned them on the wall and saying some flirty stuff(treat me like white tee rizz) Then after for a few seconds the reader just backs away and goes "So! How was your day?<3" as if nothing happened Also, maybe you should start expecting a mentally ill anon(me) that greets in "Heya heya" and would often request for Niigo members.... Idk if that should be considered a bad thing or a good thing... I just love your writing so much ragahgagha

☆~N25 when their s/o pins them against the wall

(wa)batle nonsense:

You gave me the idea and I guess this is a good time to say I'm gonna make anon slots so all of y'all anons can start signing your asks with whatever name you choose

warnings: yk, pinning someone against the wall, but other than that, none

☆~Kanade Yoisaki

“Please, come in.” Kanade greeted, opening the door for you.

“Thank you.” You replied, letting her shut the door behind you.

“Now, I wanted to ask—” She was cut off by seeing your hand slam against the wall slightly above her head.

“You're so cute, K.” You told her, kissing her forehead. “I hope you know, Kanade, your eyes are beyond beautiful.”

Kanade’s face turned bright red and she avoided eye contact.

You kissed her forehead again. “Hmm…” You muttered.

Then, you let go and she breathed a loud sigh of relief, putting her hand on her chest.

“So, how's your day been?” You said sweetly, ignoring the fact you just pinned her against the wall.

She smiled softly. “It's better now that you're here.” She kissed your cheek.

☆~Mafuyu Asahina

“Thank you for inviting me over, (name).” Mafuyu said as you welcomed her into your house.

“No, thank you for coming!” You replied, gently patting her back.

She nodded, and walked into your room. Then, she next found her wrists pinned against the wall, and you being the culprit of who’s pinning them.

“What are you doing?” She asked.

You moved your face closer to hers. “You’re so beautiful. I must be dreaming.”

Her face slightly flushed.

“You really are stunning, Yuki.” You whispered in her ear, before letting go of her and flopping onto your bed.

“What was that…?” She whispered to herself.

You patted the spot on the bed next to you. “Come sit! Tell me about your day!” You said with enthusiasm.

My heart is pounding… She thought as she sat down next to you.

☆~Ena Shinonome

“You finally made it!” Ena greeted you happily as she opened the door for you.

“Yep, I’m here!~” You said, setting a bag down on the table.

“What’s in the bag?” She asked.

“Oh, I grabbed some pancakes while I was on my way!” You said, as Ena ran and jumped into your arms.

“Really? Thanks, babe! I love you so so much!” Ena exclaimed.

Then, you slapped your hand on the wall over her head.

“Wh-whoa! Uh, (name)..? What are you doing?”

“Ena… Your hair is really pretty, and your face is cute. Not to mention your lips. I would love to kiss them.”

At this point, her face is bright red and she’s too flustered to even talk.

“Uh… U-uh…” She mumbles. 

You flipped up her bangs and kissed her forehead.

“I love you, Ena.” You let go of the wall and walked over to the table the bag of pancakes was sitting on. “Now come on, let’s dig in!”

Ena walked over to you, her face still red. “Come on, we’re just gonna forget about what just happened?!”

Rrr… (Name) can be such an idiot sometimes… Ena thought. But, I think I might’ve just fallen in love with them more…

☆~Mizuki Akiyama

“Hey (name)!” Mizuki said as you let them into your house.

“Hey! You can head straight to my room, I’ll be right behind you.” You smiled, and they started walking towards your room. As soon as they turned around, they felt your hands squeeze their wrists against the wall.

“Uh, babe? What’re you doing?” They asked, their face turning slightly red.

“Y’know, Mizuki…” You moved your face closer to theirs, causing their blush to deepen. “You’re really cute. Your face, your clothes… everything about you is cute.” You let go of them and sat down on your bed.

Mizuki fidgeted with their fingers, and then sat down next to you.

“Um… I really love you, (name).” They said. “Did you really mean what you said? About me being cute?”

“Of course I did!” You smiled brightly. “You’re the cutest person I know!”

“Darn right! I’m the most adorable thing the world has ever seen!” They said back happily.

That scared me… But I really love my partner, hehe. Mizuki thought to themself as they leaned onto your shoulder.