#wow they both look like such good kissers sigh

[pure-smut]

say red.

featuring: Iwaizumi Hajime x f!reader

contains: academic rivals to lovers, dom!Iwaizumi, rough s*x, degradation, dirty talk, creampie

note: all characters are over 18!

MDNI | 18+ content

word count: 2k

series: 1. say red | 2. say red | 3. say red

masterlist

You’d never paid attention to Iwaizumi Hajime. Just another face in the lecture hall, another voice answering questions, another serious guy with a serious face taking things so seriously.

It’s only when you’re paired together to work on a semester-long project that you pay attention to him for the first time. And wow – he’s fucking annoying.

“We need to meet up more than once every two weeks,” Iwaizumi tells you, frowning at your suggestion. “We won’t get enough done before the deadline.”

“It’ll be fiiiine,” you sigh. “The project barely contributes to our grade. All we need to do is pass.”

Iwaizumi narrows his olive eyes at you, entirely displeased.

“How are you,” he bites out. “… top of the class?”

You give him a sweet smile, throwing up a peace sign.

“Because I’m great, obviously.”

You had somewhat noticed that Iwaizumi’s name was always second below yours whenever test scores were published. It’s clear that’s a sticking point for him because he clenches his teeth so hard, you can see a muscle bouncing in his jaw.

“We’re meeting up twice a week,” Iwaizumi says, standing. When you open your mouth to protest, he gives you a hard look. “That’s final.”

You roll your eyes and shrug.

“Fine, fine.” A grin crawls across your face. “Iwa.”

He shoots you a disgusted look.

“Don’t call me that.”

“What, Iwa? It’s cute.”

Iwaizumi pokes his tongue into his cheek and rolls his eyes skyward.

“Whatever.”

With that, he gathers his bag and stomps out of the lecture hall. Your gaze follows the back of him as he disappears, the smile only slipping off your face when he leaves.

“So annoying,” you mutter to yourself, packing up your own things.

But it’s only until the end the semester. You can grin and bear it that long. Plus, it’s like you said before – the project barely impacts your grades. Iwaizumi might want to force you into way too many boring meetings but you have absolutely no intention of cooperating.

*

Iwaizumi messages you his address and a time to come round to work on the project.

Gotta buy a girl dinner first before you invite her to your bedroom, you message him back. He ignores you.

Like most other students, he lives on campus with a few other roommates. You half-expect to see them when you arrive at Iwaizumi’s but he tells you he’s chosen a day when everyone else is out.

“I need some peace and quiet if I’m dealing with you,” Iwaizumi says.

“Flattered,” you reply.

His room is neat and tidy, a smattering of volleyball trophies on the shelves. You vaguely remember that he’s on the college volleyball team but you didn’t know he’s good enough to have trophies. You smooth your features into something neutral so he doesn’t know you’re impressed.

You both sit at his desk, where Iwaizumi’s already set up notepads, pens and sticky notes.

“You’re prepared,” you remark, eliciting a heavy sigh from Iwaizumi.

“I’m sure it seems that way to someone who doesn’t even bring a pencil to class.”

You swing side to side on his wheely chair as Iwaizumi launches into his plan for the project, talking you through the list of bullet points. You make noncommittal noises, your eyes drifting off.

He has kind of a nice face, you think, your gaze dropping from his short dark hair to his sharp jaw. Iwaizumi’s wearing a t-shirt that stretches across his broad chest, the sleeves tight around his biceps. Damn, he’s pretty built, too.

Iwaizumi continues talking as your mind wanders. You wonder if he’s a good kisser. Hmm, probably too serious for that. Only chaste tongueless kisses and missionary in the dark.

You grin at your own thoughts and Iwaizumi stops talking mid-sentence.

“What are you laughing at?” His brow furrows. “You’re not even fucking listening.”

“Uh, no, not really,” you admit, throwing your hands up in defeat.

“Jesus christ…” Iwaizumi puts his elbows on the desk, digging his palms into his eyes.

He wants to launch himself out of the window. How is it possible that you of all people beat him in class? He freezes when he feels your finger trail over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” Iwaizumi looks up.

“You’re so tense,” you say. You’re not lying – Iwaizumi’s muscles are like boulders. You give his bicep a poke and realise there’s almost no give. “Maybe that’s why you’re taking this so seriously.”

“You’re just taking this too lightly,” he says, frowning.

You’re looking at him weirdly, your eyes locked onto his, and the way you’re touching his arm is making his cheeks feel warm. What the fuck is going on?

Iwaizumi’s adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard and you smile, knowing you’ve got him. You stand up to move over and put yourself in Iwaizumi’s lap instead. His thighs are as hard as the rest of him and it feels like sitting in an actual chair. You wrap your arms around his neck.

“You’re kind of cute, y’know,” you say, cocking your head.

“Kind of,” he echoes, giving you a flat look. “Thanks.”

Iwaizumi’s hand rests on your thigh despite his unimpressed tone. You give him a sweet smile and trail a finger along his jaw, feeling the slight stubble there.

“Maybe you need some stress relief, hm?” you suggest, dragging your finger down to his hard chest.

“And you’re offering?”

“I thought you were supposed to be smart?” You cock an eyebrow. “Obviously, yes.”

Iwaizumi regards you, eyes sharp, and your breath hitches. Your smile nearly falters but you save it in time. It feels like he’s looking through you, into you. It’s a struggle to hold his gaze but you’ve never been one to back down. So you look right back at him.

Iwaizumi’s eyes soften and you see him smile for the first time. No, he smirks.

“Say red,” he tells you. “And I’ll stop.”

“O-okay.” You’re annoyed at yourself for stammering but something’s changed with Iwaizumi and it’s thrown you off.

“Repeat it back to me.”

“If I say red, you’ll stop,” you tell him and he gives a short nod, satisfied.

“Good.”

Iwaizumi stands abruptly, picking you up with him and throwing you on the bed. You yelp at the sudden movement, bouncing softly against the mattress.

“What-?”

You don’t have time to ask what the fuck is happening before Iwaizumi’s on you. He presses his mouth against yours, kissing you roughly. He pushes his body between your legs, forcing them apart to accommodate his thick frame.

One of Iwaizumi’s hands grabs your hip as the other snakes around your throat, holding you with enough force for you to feel it but not so hard you’re gasping. His soft lips are in contrast to the sharp stubble scratching your skin, his tongue sliding over yours.

Okay, I might have been wrong, you think. There’s nothing chaste about this.

Iwaizumi grinds his bulge against your clothed pussy, now exposed to him as he tugs up your dress. The friction through two layers of fabric is teasing, making your hips buck, desperate for more. You moan into his mouth and he squeezes your throat.

“Needy little slut,” he says roughly.

Iwaizumi’s degrading words only serve to turn you on even more. His voice has completely changed, now deep and throaty and utterly commanding. Iwaizumi keeps one hand around your neck as his other reaches down to unbutton his jeans.

“Is this what you want so badly?” he says as he pulls his cock free.

You gasp as it slaps against your mound, sending a spark of pleasure through you. You try to nod but Iwaizumi has your throat in too tight a grip.

“Use your fucking words,” he spits. “Tell me.”

“Y-yes, I want it. Please, I want it.”

Iwaizumi reaches down and you hear a violent rip. You’re not able to look down, your head fixed in place, but there’s a cool breeze across your exposed pussy. Your mouth drops open as you realise he’s ripped your panties clean off.

Iwaizumi smirks at your reaction.

“You act like a slut, you get treated like one.”

The Iwaizumi you knew before, so serious and studious, is long gone. You look up at him, his eyes feral, and realise you’ve severely underestimated who you’re up against. He lines up the fat head of his cock with your dripping hole.

“Look how fucking wet you are already.” Iwaizumi pushes himself inside you and you give a choked moan at the feel of him stretching you. “You don’t even need me to get you started, do you? You’ll spread your legs for fucking anyone.”

Iwaizumi’s flurry of degradation is making your pussy drool for him, only spurring you both on. But a nugget of defiance forms in your chest, even as tears stick to your lashes.

“This what your needy little pussy wants?” he demands, pushing in deeper to bottom out.

His cock feels so fucking good, dragging against the sensitive bundle of nerves inside you to make your whole body feel like it’s on fire, but your determination not to let him take over fully kicks in.

“Y-yes, Iwa,” you breathe out.

Iwaizumi’s jaw clenches.

“I told you not to fucking call me that,” he grits out.

As if to punctuate, he starts to pound at you hard. Every slam pushes you closer to the edge, sending a jolt through your body to the tips of your toes. His large hand around your neck is delicious, pinning you beneath him as he fucks you raw. You sink your nails into his forearm, lustful whimpers falling from your lips.

“S-sorry…” you gasp. “… Iwa.”

Iwaizumi growls, moving faster and setting a brutal pace.

“Fucking brat.”

You don’t have the strength to talk back anymore. Iwaizumi’s cock is pulling you to the edge, making your eyes roll back in your skull as he rips an orgasm from you. Your pussy clenches down like a vice grip around his cock and a moan escapes Iwaizumi’s throat.

“Fuck… fuck…” he groans.

Iwaizumi fights the urge to squeeze his eyes shut, wanting to watch you bounce under him. Your walls are so slick, so hot, so fucking tight. You’re tearing down all his restraint, moaning so sweetly even as his fist is wrapped around your throat. He knows he’s not going to last much longer.

“I’m… gonna cum…” Iwaizumi says, voice hoarse.

“Inside me,” you plead. “Cum inside me, Iwa.”

Your words tip him over the edge.

His grip tightens on your neck, almost making you dizzy, as he thrusts once, burying himself fully. The moan he makes as he comes undone inside you is intoxicating, satisfying in a way you can’t explain. Iwaizumi’s chest heaves as he half-collapses on top of you, his arms shaking as he holds himself up.

Neither of you say anything, breathless and sweat-slicked.

“Well.” You break the silence with a grin. “I dunno about you but I definitely feel better.”

Iwaizumi’s serious face returns as he rolls his eyes, pulling away from you. He tugs a few tissues free from a box on his nightstand, handing them to you first before himself.

“What a gentleman,” you coo, cleaning yourself up.

“It’s polite. I’m not a savage.”

“The way you fuck says different.”

Even though you’ve still got his cum spilling out of you, Iwaizumi’s ears go pink at your comment. He ignores you and buttons his jeans back up. Cute, you think with a smile.

You point at your destroyed underwear.

“And you ruined my panties. That was rude.”

Iwaizumi’s cheeks tint as he blushes harder.

“Yeah, sorry.” He rubs the back of his neck. “I’ll buy you a new pair.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Finished cleaning yourself up, you hop off his bed and straighten your dress. “I’ll just make sure I’m not wearing any next time.”

Iwaizumi stills.

“Next time?”

“Duh.” You put a hand on your hip. “That was great, right? And my head feels totally clear. I think I’m actually ready to listen to your project plan or whatever.”

You take a seat at his desk, hands clasped demurely on your lap and smiling sweetly.

“Twice a week you said?”

[nuginugi]

first kiss... ( itoshi rin x female reader )

(beware of bad grammar!!)

♡ fluff ;3

"Rin," you say his name. Your voice, sweet as honey.

You and Rin just dated few weeks ago, but never kissed. Come to think of it, you were just not ready (at that time,) but now, you were born ready! Rin understands. He's patient, and prefers to take the relationship at a slow pace.

He turned his head from his phone, and his attention was on you. "Huh?" He murmurs, his lips was in a thin line, yet, his teal-colored eyes were glimmering just by looking at you and his eyelashes just made him more attractive. Unlike his deadpan stare that he usually has.

You let out a long, deep inhale, and exhale. "...I want to tell you something." You said, scooting more closer beside him, practically your arms touching by the closeness of the two of you. Rin responds with a raise on a brow, leaving him confused and curious.

You hum, and looked at him with your soft and cute smile. He always loved that cute smile of yours. You cleared your throat, then spoke, "Do you remember what I said during our first date?" You ask, crossing your arms. Rin stayed silent for a while, until he answered. "Yeah, I did. Why?" He mutters, looking down at you. Only you would reply with a chuckle, "well... Um, I wanna do it. I want you to be my first kiss."

Rin's heart flutters, sending an overload explosion inside his stomach, but his expression really never showed it. He sighs, and looked away. "...What..." He says in a quiet tone, but you could hear it. You couldn't help but smile, "I said, I want you to be my first kiss... I've been waiting for weeks, you know?" You mumble, and his cheeks turned beet red. Rin puts away his phone, and tried to look at you, but always had to avert your gaze. "...Sure." he whispers, leaning closer to you.

Wow, it was quite straightforward of him, and you loved it. Then, you let out a small laugh, "...I don't really know how to kiss, but, can you teach me?" You ask him, as you leaned closer to him.

Rin clicked his tongue, giving you his poker face. "Okay, I'll teach you." He whispers.

With a final breath, Rin cups both of your cheeks, as he held you in place. "We'll just have to... lean closer like this, and..." He instructs, then without further ado, Rin slowly plants a soft kiss on your lips, sending butterflies inside your stomach, and the shock of adrenaline hit you. His lips... Was so soft. It was so sweet... He kissed you dearly, but decided to kiss you more longer. His head tilted, giving him more access to press his lips more on yours. You loved it. You felt the love just from this kiss. You loved everything about the kiss, just like you love him.

Rin slowly pulled away, looking at you with worry. "Sorry, did I go too far-"

"-You didn't... It felt... good." You cut him off, pressing your forehead on his. And it made Rin crack a smile. "...Okay, that's good." He chuckles softly, before holding your hand, rubbing your knuckles.

"I didn't know you were such a good kisser. You sure this is your first kiss?" You teasingly said, wiggling your eyebrows. Rin shook his head, and hummed. "Nah, I was just... practicing. I don't want to leave a bad impression on you." He mumbles, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.

You can feel his warmth, and his breath hitting on your skin. You were grateful to have him as your boyfriend, and him, as your first kiss.

"Thank you, Rin."

"For what?"

"For kissing me the first time."

"W...What about it?"

"I'm happy that I was the first girl you've kissed. I feel so special."

"Eh, don't mention it."

"..."

"I love you."

( when I was writing this, I was listening to cigarettes after sex, and it made me imagine about this scenario :× i really love the band so much that I couldn't stop thinking scenarios like these, huhu )

[cheesysoup-arlo]

Just a Kiss, Right? (pt. 1)

(pt. 2)

Regina helps teach you how to kiss because you like Janis

“Oh my goodness I really like Janis but what if I’m a bad kisser like what if she gives me a chance and-“ your rambling is stopping by Regina putting a finger to your mouth “Y/n calm down, we can just kiss and I’ll tell you how you do” “This isn’t gonna make things weird between us right?” You say cautiously “Y/n, kisses don’t always have to mean you like someone like that, me, Gretch, and Karen practice kissing all the time, I know you like Janis and since you’re my friend I want to help you” Regina says trying to get you to chill out “Well…ok then” you both lean in and kiss it’s nice really nice you both pull away before the kiss can escalate in any way “Wow you’re a really good kisser y/n” Regina says wiping her smeared lipgloss of the bottom of her lip “Oh um thanks” you say blushing a little “um well I’m gonna go thank you so much Regina I really appreciate” you say pulling her in for a hug. “Of course any time, Bye y/n” she says as you leave, Regina calls Gretchen as soon as she hears the front door close down stairs

“Hey G what’s up?” Gretchen answers “Gretchen I have a problem” Regina says a little panicked “Gina what’s the matter? You didn’t kill anybody right?” Gretchen says really concerned do to Regina’s out of character behavior “What? no? I- I think I like…(y/n)” Regina says feeling a little anxious “Oh Gina you can’t like y/n that’s totally against the rules of feminism her and Janis are like practically dating and you just fixed your relationship with Janis you don’t want to ruin it that would be like super bad” Gretchen rambles “I know, can you just come over so I don’t have to be alone with my thoughts thinking about it is stressing me out” Regina says with a sigh “yeah I’ll be over in like 10 ish minutes, k?” Gretchen says grabbing her purse and heading to the door “ok see you soon bye” “bye” Regina hangs up and screams into her pillow “god damn it Regina why are you so stupid” she tells herself

———

‘Oh my god’ you thought ‘I can’t like Regina I like Janis like sooo much shes like the best thing to happen to me…but Regina I don’t know why I’m drawn to her and that kiss definitely meant something to me…what am I going to tell Janis “hey remember your best friend turned enemy turned friend again? Yeah well guess who has a crush on her? Me yup but like also have a crush on you” no that’s dumb’. Your phone buzzed which pulled you out of your thoughts

👾Janis💕: heyyy beautiful I miss you

(Y/N): aw Janis I miss you too

You’re heart was pounding trying to wrap your head around these feelings

———

“Maybe you should talk to Janis about this” Gretchen says earning a shocked look from Regina “look I know you might think it’s a bad idea but I think if you’re honest with her and yourself, you’ll feel better” “Gretch, I mean this in the nicest way possible and you know I’m trying to be nicer but that is a horrible idea” Gretchen sighed “Regina” “ugh fine I’ll talk to her”

Reg👛: hey Janis can we talk

J👾: um sure what’s up? Is this a call or text or in person situation?

Reg👛: um call or in person but if it’s in person you can’t get mad at me

J👾: reg what’s going on?

Reg👛: can you just come over to my house please

Janis was definitely concerned, Regina said please and wants to talk to her. Janis quickly got ready and headed over to Regina’s house on her skateboard

“Ok I’m gonna go call me after you talk to her for a debrief” Gretchen said hugging Regina “I don’t even know what to say” Regina complained “just be honest, you got this Gina” Gretchen says pulling away from the hug “bye Gretch” Regina said with a sigh

———

Shortly after Gretchen left there’s a knock at the front door. Regina heads down stairs and answers it. “Janis, wow you got her fast” “uh yeah hi, what did you want to talk about?” Janis said leaning in her board “oh um right, let um go to my room” Regina said awkwardly, alarming Janis slightly but still following Regina upstairs. The enter Regina’s room and she closes the door. “Ok don’t get mad and don’t freak out, ok?” Regina said hesitantly “ok…?” Janis said confused but wanting to know what Regina has to say “ok so I know (Y/N) likes you and I’m pretty sure you like her too which makes sense but I decided to help her out because she was worried about being a bad kisser and you know I help Gretchen with that all the time but with (Y/N) it felt different my whole body was like tingly in a good way and I think I have a crush on her which is honestly really weird because I haven’t felt like this since- “ Regina paused her rambling and made eye contact with Janis realizing the feelings that she thought were gone flooded back like they never left “since us…?” Janis said “yeah” Regina said softly “so we both like y/n, that’s ok, feelings aren’t something you can control Reg, I’m not mad at you for liking her she’s awesome” Janis said calmly “J I- never mind” Regina said too scared to continue which was weird given her usual confidence “Reg you gotta be completely honest with me for us to work, so what is it talk to me?” Janis said putting a gentle hand on Regina’s knee to show she’s not trying to be threatening “J I think my feelings for you never went away but that doesn’t make sense because how could I like y/n and you, you can only like one person at a time” Regina said starting to be more confused with herself and feelings “that’s actually not true, you can like a lot of people, it’s called being polyamorous, I’m polyamorous” Janis said a little nervous “wait really?” Regina said with a slight head tilt “yeah, also I think I still have feelings for you too which I have definitely been trying to ignore” Janis said looking down at her hands “wait what? Really? Don’t mess with me Janis that’s not funny” Regina said getting defensive “Reg, chill” Janis said putting her hand on Regina’s thigh. Regina’s breath hitched in her throat as she looks down at Janis’ hand then back up at Janis “J, I um” Regina said blushing “oh um sorry I didn’t um” Janis said pulling her hand off of Regina, Regina stopped her and and said “Janis can I um can I kiss you?” Janis nodded starting to lean in for a kiss, Regina connected their lips the same spark Regina felt earlier with y/n was there again but with Janis. They both pulled away “wow” Janis said blushing “you’re good at that” Regina giggled

*buzz* *buzz* Regina’s phone vibrated, it was y/n calling

“It’s y/n” Regina said to Janis “answer it” said Janis “ok” Regina said answering the call

“Hello?” “Hey Gina um can we talk about are um kiss from earlier?” You said worried she be mad about you bringing it up “yeah what’s up?” Regina said “um I think it meant something to me and I’m kind of hoping it meant something to you too? Also I have to be honest I still like Janis so i don’t know I feel really confused” you said freaking out a little “hey y/n” Janis said making you freak out more “JANIS?!?!” “The one and only” you couldn’t see her but you could hear the smirk on her face the way she said it “did you um hear everything I just said?” You said sounding worried “yeah but I also heard Regina have a very similar freak out a few minutes ago so don’t worry” “wait what?” “I like you y/n…and I also like Janis” Regina said “WAIT SO WE ALL LIKE EACH OTHER?” Happy shocked “Yeah” Janis said with a small laugh “um y/n you should come over to my place, Janis is already here and I feel like maybe we should um just like all be together right now you to like figure out what this means for us?” Regina suggested “um yeah absolutely I’ll be there soon” you said putting on your shoes

———

*knock* *knock* “hey y/n” Janis says as she opens the door looking you up and down slowly “h-hi” you said blushing slightly

A/N: does this suck or should I write a part 2?

[sillystappen]

I have gathered that some of yall like my maxiel sims. Well good news folks, they kissed in Max’s room! It was cute and slightly awkward in the way you’d expect them to be and I am proud of them. But Max fell asleep immediately after lmao.

Here’s a little scene I wrote basically detailing what happened:

It’s been a long day, for both of them. Daniel is still worried about his job in general and the late hours are starting to get to him, while Max is so close to a promotion he can taste it, and yet it’s still not his.

During the 3 hours between 5pm and 8pm where Max is usually home alone, Max hit the gym Daniel likes to go to. It was fine, but Max really does not like the cringey pop music they insist on playing. Perhaps they should get a home gym instead and change the music to something else? By the time Max got back at 8:30pm he was sweaty and tired.

He saw Daniel in the kitchen and said a quick hello to him before beelining to his shower and getting clean. He took his time, and faintly heard Daniel come into his room and borrow his computer.

Daniel. To be honest, Max had no idea what to expect when they moved in together and was very pleased with the fact that Daniel is such a great housemate. They became fast friends, and that really solidified when Daniel burnt the stove while making toast and Max had to save him. Not a fond memory for either of them but it brought them together.

So, it’s no surprise they became close. They’d sit close together, hug a lot and share things about their day. Then, perhaps it’s also not a surprise that Max started to be interested in Daniel… romantically.

It really was as simple as just watching TV together and goofing around, when Daniel, the ever mischievous goof, decided to tickle him and Max laughed so hard his cheeks hurt. When he looked at Daniel, he saw the same expression mirrored on to his face. And he looked beautiful.

He’s pretty sure Daniel likes him too. They’re just as bad as each other and if anything, he’s the one who is making more ‘moves’ so to speak. He flirts and teases Max but also likes to just be so kind and gentle, checking in on him and making him happy. Max blushes at the memory and Daniel and him sitting on his bed at 2am just saying simple sweet nothings to each other.

Max hops out the shower and pulls on his pajamas, just hoping to crash into bed. He sees Daniel at his desk working on something and smiles at him, slipping under the covers and closing his eyes. The domestic feeling he gets in this situation is comforting, just like Daniel as a whole, and that’s when Max decides that fuck it, he needs to confront these feelings and get them stop dancing around each other.

Max gets out of bed, tired but determined, and stands up just as Daniel is about to leave and kisses him then and there.

It’s not like Max is the most experienced kisser but he knows what he’s doing. He leaves it just soft enough for Daniel to push him away if he wants to, but he doubts it. He does feel Daniel’s surprise but also feels him relax and kiss him back and wow, a kiss has never felt like this. It’s warm and lovely, making Max’s heart thump in his chest. Max savours every second.

Eventually, Max pulls away and sees Daniel chase after his lips which makes Max giggle. “It’s late, love,” he says, “I have to be up early as much as I would love to do more with you.”

“Yeah, ok,” Daniel says, sounding a little breathless, “but just so I know, this wasn’t a one-time thing, right?”

“Of course not,” Max reassures, “I like you Daniel.”

“And I like you too, Max.” Daniel smiles at him before closing the door on his way out.

Max flops back into his bed and sighs contentedly, falling asleep not long after.

[rubye402]

Happy Holidays to everyone! Huge shout out to @portal-secret-santa as always for being EXTREMELY patient with me as I fail to get my prompts again this year (We figured out WHY and shouldn't have problems anymore, but WOW it took a bit to figure it out.)

Anyways. My person is @radioproto ! A fellow Wheatley enjoyer! Sorry if this is too non specific, I looked through the blog but still had NO idea what to do aside from just an X Reader. I mean, I did include Fact just so you technically had both in one present...? So hopefully a present for you and the rest of the fellow Wheat kissers is good enough!

Also, here's an AO3 version!

Mistletoe Mayhap (Wheatley X GN!Reader)

Note: Does NOT include "Y/N" or talking for Reader, with minimal responses or descriptions for the sake of immersion.

Word Count: 1,213

“Sorry- You want to hang up a MISSILE?” Wheatley gawked. Well, as much as a core could, anyways. Fact sighed, optics pinching shut with a small clink of metal.

“MistleTOE, Wheatley. The plant?” He opened the lower plate, barely looking up to meet the blue optic of the fellow core.

“Plant? Mate, we have an entire tree! Threw lights and small little trinkets all over its branches, PLUS that star thing on top. Spacey was EXTREMELY excited on that one. WOULD NOT stop talking about it so I'm FAIRLY certain-” Wheatley paused when he heard one of the claws the cores were using to decorate picking up something, and Fact held up a plant book of some kind, page turned to a small bushel of plants. Two words stood out in the center of the page, indicating what the said plants were. "Holly" and "Mistletoe."

“These.” Fact spoke up.

“Ah.” Wheatley squinted, trying to stretch his optic slightly to see. He read the description of Mistletoe. “OK… "Scientifically called" blah blah blah… "More commonly called Mistletoe… Poisonous plant when consumed," that's grim for… "A holiday staple?" Really? "Traditionally hung up from the ceiling, and when two people are under it…"” Wheatley suddenly wheeled back on his railing, immediately feeling like his processor was heating up, and his fans whirred to life to cool him down.

“I figured you would like an excuse.” Fact set the book back and closed it as he just rolled his eye.

“An excuse for wot?”

“Kissing a certain test subject. You know who.” Fact looked over at Wheatley as he said that. The fans kicked up another notch. “I figured that if you weren't going to say something, out of whatever fears you have, that it would give you an excuse if they didn't reciprocate. Play it off as just a traditional thing and cut your losses.”

“Wh- Hey! Do you SERIOUSLY think they're going to reject me?!” Wheatley defended. Then thought about it a moment longer, handles faltering as he clarified. “...Would they actually, you think?”

“I never said that.” Fact glanced over as he grabbed a plant, assumedly the one in question, and handed it over to Wheatley. Doing so in an underhanded motion just so he didn't hold it above him and Wheatley. “I'm entirely neutral to whether or not you two work out, I was merely offering a way for you to try to find out if they DO like you, that gives you an easy out if they DON'T.”

“...Huh.” Was all Wheatley could muster. He looked at the plant… Then slid off on his railing to find somewhere to hang it.

It wasn't a big party. It was only two other cores, the two testing robots, GLaDOS, the companion cube as a VIP, and both Fact and Wheatley. Oh, but mostly some turrets facing away from the door and "talking" amongst themselves, and someone thankfully had the foresight to mark out where they'd not only be put, but where their eyesight ended. That was for the last guest. 

A certain test subject that had to equally watch their steps around the turrets, much like P-Body and Atlas, who were currently dancing to the holiday tunes newly coded into the radio, curtsy of GLaDOS, much like the fruitcake on the table. It was just a fake decoration since nobody could eat, but it was decoration for any other human Christmas party too, so it was fine.

Wheatley watched as they entered from his corner of the room. It was one end of the table that had the fake fruitcake, that wasn't near any of the turrets, GLaDOS was on the other end, and most importantly, had the mistletoe hanging on the ceiling above him. He just flexed his handle up and down as he nervously waited for them. Mercifully, it didn't take long for them to walk over to talk to him.

“Oh-Oh! Ello! Happy holidays, luv.” Wheatley's smile was obvious through his voice as he spoke. They regarded him with a grin and nod. “So uh, this might take you for a shock, you'll wanna hear this. Me and Fact over there, yeah? Pink optic guy? Decorated this whole space! By ourselves. Managed to set everything up! Well uh, not the fruitcake though. SHE did that one, not sure why though THAT'S decoration...” The test subject still looked around the room and did some small claps for him. “Hm-? Oh! Thank you! Glad you seem to like it then. That 's all… Accurate and things. Being honest, cards on the table, Fact definitely manages to gather up how to decorate this place properly like humans very well. Nicely done, all in a good day's work on his part. And-And myself of course. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but I DO want to give myself SOME credit, y'know?”

Then they glanced up, spotting the plant. Here it goes…

“What's uh- What's that you spot?” Wheatley looked up, feigning surprise as best he could. “Ooooohhh… Look at that! That's that mistletoe thing, yeah? Isn't that rather-”

“...Wheatley, that's Holly.” Fact piped up, rolling over to them.

“Wot?” Wheatley turned to him.

“Holly has the pointed leaves and red berries. MISTLETOE has smooth leaves and white berries.”

“...Ah. I- hm. I seem to have gotten my plants mixed up.” He glanced over at the tester muffling a laugh. “Not! Y'know ENTIRELY my fault. I read up on this FAIRLY well, and in everything I saw they seemed PRET-TY sure the thing was spiky and-and RED. Very BRIGHT shade of red, might I add.”

“Fact: That is a bold face lie-”

“And here's a fact: YOU handed that plant to me.” He growled out.

“I thought the ONE BOOK I showed you said it was Holly.”

“There were TWO ENTRIES in the middle! How was I supposed to know which one was what?!”

“It DESCRIBED what the plant looked like!”

“Well! That's…! Good to know!” Wheatley huffed. Fact just groaned and rolled away.

“...So uh. Egg on my face, I guess. Yeah… Yeah I hung it up. Caught red handed, so to speak. Red handled, for me and my case I guess?” Wheatley dryly laughed, fans whirring more obviously as he lowered his railing down to them. “I uh… I guess what I was trying to do is… Not exactly a secret anymore. I uh, wouldn't exactly BLAME you if-if you don't want to. Especially seeing as it's not ACTUALLY mistletoe- Ah!”

Wheatley paused as the bottom panel of his optic got a kiss pressed up against it.

Oh. Oh they were anyways.

Wheatley took care that he actually stayed quiet. Kisses meant no talking, right? So he just, gently shut his eye, pressing his optic into it, to reciprocate as best he could. 

When it ended, he felt the world around him almost melting away as he just focused on them.

“Oh WOW. So uh. So that's a kiss. Yeah, I can see why humans like it so much, feels nice, makes you all warm. In a good way. VERY very good way. Not complaining one bit about that. In fact uh. Could I have another?”

With their nod, Wheatley shut his eye, and felt a now familiar press into said optic.

[kiichxko]

If you go I'll stay, you come back I'll be right here.

After the love of your life returns back from spain, you decide to hold a small but much needed celebration with him, together.

Warnings: gn reader, angsty undertones, hurt/comfort?? possibly ooc sae bc idk how to write him, no beta we die like the light in rin's eyes. Not proofread it's 12 am and i cant sleep so sorry if it seems rushed

Word count: 539 words

"Hm? What's this?" Sae curiously eyed the mysterious box laid out on the table, before shifting his gaze towards you with a raised eyebrow.

You said nothing, other than silently gesturing for him to open it with an encouraging smile on your face. Sae complies, albeit hesitantly. As he carefully opens the box, his eyes widen slightly in surprise.

"Cake?" He blinks, confused. Sure, you were full of surprises (literally), but you getting him cake was completely out of nowhere.

Four different slices of cake to be exact.

"Do you like it?" You looked at him expectantly, absent-mindedly drumming your fingers against the mahogany table.

"I would've gotten you four whole cakes if I could, but those were too expensive so I had to settle for these." You sheepishly grinned, grabbing a plastic fork that came along with the cakes.

"Here, I got them each in your favourite flavours, which one do you wanna eat first?" You handed Sae a fork and a paper plate, who was still dumbstruck from the surprise. "Come on Sae, before I decide to eat them all myself!" You nudged him playfully, before taking a small bite out of the strawberry shortcake.

"Why…" Your boyfriend began to speak, pursing his lips to form a small frown, he didn't look upset or annoyed at all however, he looked… thoughtful.

"Why did you get me these?" He asked blankly, with no hint of any emotion behind it. It made your stomach twist, oh no, does he not like sweets? That could be the reason, he was a renowned athlete after all, a prodigy.

Why did you even bother to try?

"I uh, just wanted to surprise you, y'know?" The words begin to choke in your throat, your cheerful smile falters a little, something chips away inside you, it's heavy, and it tugs at your heartstrings uncomfortably.

"I missed you, a lot."

Ah, he realises.

Four cakes.

Four years.

Four miserable years that he's been away, from his home, his brother.

From you.

And suddenly, you find yourself engulfed in Sae's slightly shaky, but warm embrace, finally. Strong arms awkwardly wrap around your body as you bury your head into the crook of his neck, sighing deeply in relief.

"I… I missed you too." Sae says, hugging you tighter like his life depended on it. Like you were the very air he breathed in.

"God, I'm no good for you, mi amor." He muttered softly into your ear, with how close you both were, you could now clearly see just how tired he was.

"Shush, don't say that. I wouldn't trade you for anyone else." You nuzzled your face into Sae's chest, shutting your eyes to relish this moment even more as you felt your lover press a gentle kiss onto your forehead.

You wished you could stay like this forever.

And you both did, kind of.

"So, can I eat my cake now?" Sae interrupted after a while.

"Wow, how nice of you to ruin the moment, genius."

"Mi amor, I thought you said these cakes were for me, no? Also that strawberry shortcake is mine."

"If you want, fine but- Hey, where are you going?! At least let me hug you for a little longer!"

A/N: normalise sae speaking in spanish !! Aughh i cant believe i actually finished a drabble omg anyways byebye i should sleep rn

Tagging: @kaveh-kisser (the one and only sae stan)

[mrskreideprinz]

Bestie I am here to request a first kiss with our best boy please and thank you

This is a lot shorter than I expected it to be but ya know what I kinda like it that way <3 Enjoy bestie and thank you for being the first person to request something from me (this round at least hehe).

Shigaraki x Gn!Reader

Warnings: Reader has hair, Reader is gender neutral, Fluff, 600 ish words.

You wait with bated breath as your fingertips touch. This was your idea, there was no one to blame but yourself, but instead of the blame game you find yourself swooning in the hold of his arms instead. He stared down at you confused and bashful just like the hopeless case he was, but that didn’t stop you from teasing him a little bit. It was only to lighten the mood, of course, but still, you couldn’t help but feel a little bad in the end for it.

“You seem nervous, Tomu. Is something on your mind?” You asked mischievously.

He scoffed and turned his eyes away. “Tch, no.” But he was downright lying.

Tomura’d never been kissed by a girl, or boy, or anyone else in between. No, he’d never been kissed once. So, what if he fucked up this so called amazing first kiss? Would it ruin the relationship you two had? What if he was a bad kisser? So many what if’s spun throughout Tomura’s brain and ultimately he decided what the hell. It was worth the risk and after all, what’s the worst that could happen? So he tangled his pinky finger around yours and dropped his attitude just a little bit, and smiled at you. He told himself he was never the bold type to up and grab someone’s face and kiss them, but when you started teasing him, again, he couldn’t help but get an annoyed feeling brewing in his chest.

So, he grabbed your face and kissed you, and kissed you, and kissed you, and kissed you until he was good and ready to stop. Which was quite a bit after the initial kiss. You were shocked to say the least but that didn’t stop you from smiling big and wide, and soon your eyes fluttered to a close. You rested your hand on Tomura’s cheek and let out a blissful hum, still enraptured by his kissing. The both of you eventually pulled away with only a line of spit connecting you two, and rested in each other’s embrace. ‘

“Wow.” Was all Tomura said at first. “That was…”

“Amazing? Yeah, I knew you would be.” You said confidently.

He scoffed and lifted himself up on his elbows so that he could face you better. “Me? No, that was all you.”

“Ugh, would you just shut up and kiss me, again, already.”

And with a smirk and a roll of his eyes, Tomura did just that. He climbed on top of you and continued to kiss you through your giggles and ticklishness, holding you down and pinning your body beneath him as he kissed you fervently, yet sweetly. He let his body rock against yours as yours pulled him under the waves of your lustful desires. Tomura stopped for a moment to move the hair out of your face and look into your eyes more clearly and with a lovesick smile he tilted his head and sighed, then grabbed your face gently to plant a soft kiss to your pretty lips.

He laid you both down back onto the bed side by side. “Hey, I uh love you, okay?”

“Okay.” You said with a great big smile.

And laying your head back down onto his chest you began to play with his hair, twirling it around your fingers and braiding it as Tomura started to make small talk with you. Or at least, as small of talk as you could get with him. This was nice, you thought. This right here is where you wanted to be many years in the future, and luckily for you Tomura felt the exact same way at the same exact time as you.

[i-love-def-leppard]

I Wanna Touch You (Joe Elliott x Reader) - Part 2 🔥

A/N: At last…Part 2 is finally here!!! Here is the link to Part 1 if you haven’t read it yet or would like to reread :) I apologize again for taking forever to publish this part of the one-shot. Most of you have heard I’ve been super busy recently, experiencing some writers block, and accidentally deleting HALF of the story when I was almost finished *sigh.* Please keep in mind that this is my first time writing smut so please bear with me for this one. I promise I will get better with some time! Anyways, I’ll shut up now and let you get to reading!! I hope you enjoy!! ♥️

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WARNING: detailed smut ahead ‼️

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1983 Pyromania Tour - backstage

After what felt like forever, the boys were finally done their set.

You see Joe quickly making his towards you at the side of the stage where he left you standing in demand, seconds before he walked on.

He quickly tosses his microphone to his roadie, taking the final steps to meet your figure.

“Fucking finallyyy.” Joe exhales as he grabs his hands towards you.

He waists no time, pulling you into him by your waist, placing hungry kisses to your lips. He kisses the corner of your mouth, slowly moving downwards to plant sloppy kisses along your jaw.

Softly moaning at his touch, you bring your hands up to lightly tug at his hair, sweaty from what felt like the longest gig ever.

“Mmm, Joe” you moan into his ear.

As soon as the noise leaves your mouth, your eyes grow wide, quickly remembering that you are still surrounded by many members of the band and their crew.

Shit.

“Gonna give us a free show, eh?” Phil laughs as you look up and see the rest of the band standing right there.

“In your dreams, Collen.” Joe shoots back after he reluctantly pulls his lips off your neck. “C’mon, love. Let’s go somewhere where we have some more privacy, hmm?”

“Yes, I’d like thatt. Lead the way, baby…bye boys!” you giddily respond. Joe adding to the humor by jokingly flipping them off.

After earning gross looks from the rest of the band, Joe grabs you by the wrist and pulls you into the direction of his dressing room.

“NO SHAGGING IN MY ROOM! GOT IT!?” you hear Sav yell from behind you. Flashbacks quickly flood your memory, remembering the time you both mistook his dressing room for Joe’s resulting in…

Well, let’s just say, Sav was rather traumatized.

With this, you and Joe can’t help but let out childlike giggles as you make your way to his room, knowing how much you’ve grossed out the rest of the band.

When you finally reach Joe’s dressing room, the laughing mood between you both changes in an instant.

Joe kicks open the door, quickly locking it behind him, immediately pinning you up against it.

Your lips hungrily attach to one another like magnets. You felt like you have already waited too long for him, so you pick up the pace by parting your lips, letting Joe’s tongue explore your mouth.

Wow. He is such a good kisser. I could come undone right now.

Your hands tug at his hair while his squeeze at your breasts, skillfully making their way down down to your ass.

“Damn, Y/N. All I could think about during the set was you and ripping this perfect little outfit off.”

Joe says, gasping for air against your mouth as both of your hands desperately roam one another, starved all night to touch.

“Please, Joe. I can’t wait any longer. I need more.” you desperately plead into his ear, reaching for his belt.

“Don’t worry, love. I’ll take good care of ya.”

He replies as you feel him reach down in between your thighs, slowly pushing them apart so he can fit his hand in between.

“Fuck. I forgot you weren’t wearing anything under this skirt.”

“You are such a fucking tease, you know that?” he growls into your ear as you start to feel him rub his long fingers through your slick folds.

“Ohh, Joe.” you whine at the sudden attention to your clit.

“So wet for me already, baby?” he praises you as he forces your chin up with his free hand. You are now forced to look deep into his darkened eyes.

“You look so pretty right now. Goddd- I’m so lucky.” Joe says in admiration, right before he pushes two of his long fingers into your entrance.

“Ohh, fuck! Feels so good!” you moan into his mouth. His lips sloppily cover yours, muffling the rest of the sounds trying to escape your lungs.

Knowing you want to feel more, Joe picks up the pace of his fingers. You can’t help but to grind your hips against his palm and the prominent bulge in his leather pants, looking for as much friction as possible. This earns a deep groan to escape his throat.

“Feel good, hm? Shit- I can’t wait to get inside of you.” he pants, already out of breath as he watches you fall apart for him.

Coming close to your fast release and your legs threatening to collapse, your heart rate increases and your moans get louder.

Your boyfriend knew all the tell-tale signs your body makes before an orgasm, but you can’t help but remind him.

“Joe- I can’t last much longer” you moan into his mouth.

With this confession, Joe quickly pulls his fingers out of you causing a loud whine to escape your mouth from the sudden lack of contact.

You are left standing against the door, your face flustered red, as you watch your boyfriend’s lips curve upwards into a grin inches away from you.

“What the hell? I was so close! Why’d you stop?” you whine as you watch him raise his middle two fingers to his face.

Your jaw drops as you watch him push those two slick-covered fingers into his mouth, sucking your juices clean off.

Fuckk. That was so hot.

“You taste so good, love” he smirks. “You thought you could just tease me earlier without receiving any consequences? Tsk- now you know how it feels, hm?” he playfully taunts you.

“Please, Joe. This is torturee. I need to cum.” you beg.

“Hm- alright, love. I’ll let you off easy this time, but only because you asked so nicely.” He replies, not being able to tease you any longer.

He too was getting increasingly desperate for some relief.

You attack each other’s bodies again trying to get as much clothing off as possible.

“Fuck, Y/N. As sexy as these tits look in this top, they’ll look even better with it off.” he says ripping it off of you and throwing it to the ground.

“And fuck it-. You’re leaving this dirty little skirt on. I wanna watch you get fucked with it on” he growls into your ear.

Whimpering at his filthy words, you go straight to pulling his Union Jack shirt up and off his head. You throw it to the side. Then, you grab his handcuff belt, working on getting that undone.

As you work on his belt, Joe attacks your neck with his mouth like his life depends on it.

There will definitely be marks later.

Hooking your long nails into the waistband of his underwear and leather pants, you lower them down both at once. Joe steps out of them, exposing what you have been waiting for all night.

“Shit, Joe.” you admire, sucking in the breath of air you forgot to breathe due to the sight before you.

No matter how many times you’ve seen your boyfriend naked, he never fails to impress you with his size.

“Like what ya see?” he proudly questions.

“Mmhmm, yes. Anddd…I’m gonna prove it.” you purr against his lips.

Suddenly taken over by a dominant urge, you place your hands on his chest, gently pushing him back onto the couch behind him.

He lays completely undressed with his back lying flat against the cool leather material. Just the position you want him in.

“Wow, Y/N/N. I could cum right now, just from looking at you.” He says admiring you through the top of his eyelids as you stand over him, ready to pounce.

His words are all it takes for you to throw your legs over his, straddling your entrance just over his twitching cock.

Before you allow yourself to sink down on him, you bring your face to his saying, “I love you, Joe,” softly kissing his lips.

“I love you too, Y/N. So much.” he wholeheartedly says right before sucking in a sharp breath, failing to notice your sneaky hand traveling down in between your bodies to stroke his aching cock.

“Fuuucckkk-” he moans with relief.

With this relieving sensation, Joe is now the one falling apart for you.

After a few pumps, you rub the tip of his cock in between your folds, collecting as much wetness as possible before slowly sinking down on him.

“God, you feel so good.” Joe grunts into your ear.

You quickly both gain a steady rhythm that pleases the both of you.

“Mmmphh-” you loudly moan, adjusting to his size.

Joe’s hips buck up into your g-spot with hard thrusts, adding to your pleasure as you ride him with all of your energy.

Palming your hands on his chest, your hands can’t help sometimes trail downwards, tracing the patch of hair leading down to his shaft.

Your hands grip his shoulders for support, in fear you may already collapse.

“These perfect tits. Damn-”Joe swallows heavily while he massages them with both hands.

Throughout, Joe’s hands switch from playing with your tits to hardly gripping your waist. He pulls you down further onto his dick, grinding against each other with great force.

“Ahh- baby you take me so well.” Joe praises you.

You start rolling your hips in a circular motion, knowing that this is what throws Joe right over the edge.

“Christ, Y/N, you’re so fucking goo-.” Joe moans as his sentences become slurred due to intense sensations of pleasure.

The slick sounds of his dick pounding into you echoes throughout the room.

“That’s it, baby. Right there. Ah-” he cries.

“S’close- Ohhh my god, Joe!” you scream, not caring if the people on the outside hear you both.

Oh, they can definitely hear us right now.

You notice Joe’s abs flexing more and more, realizing he is getting close too.

“Fuck, Y/N. I don’t think I’ll be able to last any longer with you. I’m about to cum.” he gasps into your mouth as you lean down to kiss him.

“Don’t fucking stop, baby.” he begs on the edge.

“C’mon baby. Cum for me.” panting as you struggle to kiss him back. The feeling of your oncoming orgasm getting increasingly more intense.

“Ohhh. Fucking hell-. Mmmphh. Baby, I’m cumming.” he deeply whines, echoing off the walls.

Thrusting down onto him one more time, you watch as his face contorts in ecstasy, body trembling at the sensation.

“OHHH, Y/N! Ah, fuck- fuckkk!” he deeply moans as his load fills up your insides. His hips continue to thrust up and into your soaked entrance, mindful of making sure you finish at the same time.

You sneak your hand down to rub at your clit, causing the well-known sensation to bubble down low in your stomach.

Immediately after Joe, you cum. And -shit- you cum hard.

“OHH!! Joe, mmphh. Fucking hell-” you scream at the top of your lungs as your body completely weakens and shakes from your orgasm.

The hand giving attention to your clit drops to your side in weakness, giving Joe the opportunity to take over the motion, helping your ride out your high.

“There you go, baby.” he says sweetly, watching your body shake and collapse on his chest. Your face now resting in the crook of his neck.

Shortly after, he slowly pulls out of you causing the familiar warm sensation to creep down your legs.

You both lay there for a minute or two, allowing yourselves to come down from your high. The smell of sex fills the room.

“Wow. That was so fucking hot, Y/N.” he says, catching his breath. “You did so good for me, love.”

Unable to form a proper response at the moment, you just tilt your head up to his, planting a sweet kiss to his lips.

“I love you, Y/N.” he says.

“I love you too, Joe. You have no idea-” you reply lifting your head to look into his eyes.

He laughs saying, “Oh, but I dooo. You proved yourself pretty well just now, love.” he smirks as he gently squeezes your hip in a teasing manner.

Giggling, you can’t help the pink shade that rises to your cheeks created by a mix of pride and slight embarrassment at your performance just moments ago.

“Sooo…what do ya say-? Round two when we get back to the hotel?” Joe asks.

“Oh, definitelyyy.”

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[walpywalpy]

WhiteRose Week 2023: Day 5

Girl Kisser | Maid Cafe AU

Weiss lays down on her couch and fans herself with a magazine that was nearby. Her roommate, Coco, walks in and sees Weiss. “C’mon, kid,” Coco says. “You have to stop working yourself to death.” Weiss glares at her and sighs. “No counter? That’s a new one from you.”

“I’m too tired today, dunce,” Weiss groans. Coco sits down on the couch. “Hey!”

“You’re small enough for both of us to be on the couch,” Coco jabs. “Relax.” Coco pulls out a flier and gives it to Weiss. Weiss inspects the flier.

Bun-Bun Maid Cafe

Where all your troubles go to rest.

Food! Desert! Drinks!

Weiss tosses it back to Coco. “You really think I would like something like this?” Weiss scorns.

“We all know you’re a girl kisser,” Coco jests and Weiss blushes. “Even if you weren’t, a friend of mine works there. I think it’d be nice if we went.”

“Fine,” Weiss grunts. “Just once, okay?”

“Fine. Whatever to get you out of the house.”

~*~

Weiss stared at the front of the cafe and rubbed her forehead. “This is stupid,” she whispered and Coco glared at her. Coco pushed Weiss to the door. Weiss bites her lip and enters the cafe. She had to admit, it was cute. All the waitresses were dressed nicely and it reminded her of her father’s mansion. However, unlike that hellscape, the cafe also had a homey feeling to it with the warm lighting and a good amount of greenery on the walls. On display were various types of cakes and pastries. It was all so sweet.

Well, maybe a bit too sweet because Weiss then saw a blonde maid hand-feeding a dark-haired customer with cat ears. Her eyes widen in horror and slowly begins to walk away. “Hello!” a maid with rabbit ears said. “You’re Coco’s roommate, right.” Weiss nods and tries to formulate a plan for how to get out through the door. “She’s told me so much about you. Please, take a seat.” The girl begins to drag Weiss to a table and sits her down. “Girls, get her a menu.” The blonde girl gave Weiss a menu and smirked at her. Weiss blushes and looks away.

“If you need anything, just ask for Velvet,” the blonde says. “She’s pretty much the captain of this place.”

“May I ask you something?” Weiss asks and the blonde nods. “You aren’t going to feed me like you did the other girl?” The blonde laughs.

“No!” Weiss sighs in relief as the burden has been lifted. “I only do it to her because she’s my girlfriend. Plus, you’re really going to have to push for your waitress to do that.”

“My waitress?” Weiss asks as another customer walks in.

“Oop, gotta go,” she says. “If you need me, ask for Yang.”

Yang walks away and Weiss looks at the menu. She could get a salad, but something about this place made her think that she should indulge just a bit. “Do you know what you’d like to order?” a waitress asks. Weiss looks up and is greeted by the cutest girl she’s ever seen with the cutest smile. Her silver eyes were as brilliant as Weiss’s jewelry. Her hair was brushed perfectly and was dyed red at the tips. She was cute and Weiss’s blushing face showed it. “Um…I was wondering if you’d like to order anything?” Weiss woke up from her trance.

“Oh. Forgive me…let me get um…” Where was Weiss’s words? For the first time in her life, she struggled to get words out. She could only muster one word. “Cake.”

“What kind of cake?” Weiss looked around for something and she saw a strawberry pin on the waitress's dress.

“Strawberry, please.” The waitress’s eyes light up and smiles brightly. Weiss began to blush again.

“You like strawberries?!” the girl asks. Weiss nods. “I love strawberries!”

“Wow…” Weiss whispers. “Marry me.”

“What?” the maid says.

“What?” Weiss says back with flaring cheeks.

“Well, Ruby Rose will be back with your cake,” Ruby says and she walks away.

“O-okay Ruby,” Weiss mumbles.

That would not be the last time Weiss would go to the cafe. And it wasn’t because of the food, although the cakes were delicious. Rather, Weiss would come to talk to Ruby. Something about her made Weiss’s heart skip a beat. Was it the way she looked? How sweet she was?

Or was it something…deeper?

She enters the cafe and sees Yang feeding Blake (her girlfriend is named Blake), and she wonders if she could have that with Ruby. Weiss sits down and looks at the menu. “Cake again, Weiss?” Ruby asks. Weiss puts down the menu and sighs.

What should she say? She knows what she wants but can she get it? Will it be so unattainable that her heart will shatter to nothing? Weiss bites her lip and begins to speak. “I want more…” Weiss mumbles as she looks at Ruby.

“Well, I can always get you more than just cake,” Ruby says with her signature smile. Weiss wanted to tear her hair out as Ruby smiled at her.

“No! Not like that, dolt,” Weiss explains.

“Then what do you mean?”

Weiss sits up and stares Ruby dead in the eye. “I want more with you,” Weiss says.

“Huh?” Ruby gasps. Weiss attempts to take her hands but thinks second of it.

“Do you…want to have a drink with me somtime? My treat,” Weiss offers softly.

“Are you asking me on a date?” Ruby asks.

“Y-Yes,” Weiss stutters as she nods. “I would like it if we got closer.”

“Sure,” Ruby beams.

“Great. How does Sunday night sound?”

“Sounds great.”

Ruby begins to write down her number on her notepad and gives it to Weiss. “Call me,” Ruby says. Weiss nods and holds the number in her hand.

She has a number.

She has a date.

Does she have a girlfriend now?

Velvet smiles at the exchange and sends the picture she took of them to Coco. Coco replies with two words.

“Girl kisser.”

[tache-noire]

Ass-Kisser

Rating: 18+ (explicit sexual content)

Ship: Max Caster/Maxwell Jacob Friedman

Content: Rimming, Prostate Milking, Sweat/Musk/Scent Kink, Anal Sex, Felching, Caster Sniffing MJF's Ass

Summary: Max Caster is a pain in MJF's ass. And a lot of other things up there, too.

Also on AO3

He has to stop doing this.

"Wow, that match really got you riled up, huh? Fuck, look at you."

He has to stop doing this.

"You taste so good, daddy. All this meat just for me."

He has to– fuck. Caster's got his entire sac in his stupid big mouth and Maxwell can't think anymore. If he used his mouth like this all the time, he'd be a lot more tolerable. He's better at gargling balls than rapping, anyway. Maxwell closes his eyes and tips his head back with a sigh, and Caster echoes it, vibrating all the way up the length of his cock. He's drooling and sloppy, cleaning up every trace of salt and sweat from Maxwell's match with long swipes of his tongue. The excess saliva soaks the front of his trunks where they're tucked neatly under his balls, and lubes up Caster's hand as he lazily works his shaft. It doesn't get his full attention yet. His focus is just on the taste and smell of Maxwell, as soon after a match as he could possibly catch him.

He's gotten worse lately. The more Maxwell's given into the creep's pleading, the more depraved and risky his demands have become.

Okay, full disclosure: Caster started intercepting him before showering a while ago. And it didn't really take that much persuasion (boiled frogs, y'know) to get from just sniffing his neck or hair and fucking in the shower, to this (Caster's nose pressed into the crease of his thigh and huffing the sour-musky scent of him like he can't live without it). But the point is, it's starting to get risky, grabbing and ushering him into less and less private areas to get his fix of MJF crotch stink. For fuck's sake, this isn't even a room with a door . Just a little alcove made up of crates at the end of a hallway. 

"Maxie~ I wanna eat your ass so bad. Please?"

Maxwell's head falls forward and he cracks his eyes open, trying not to look around at how exposed they are. Caster's gazing up at him so innocently, he could believe he's asking for a balloon at a carnival, and not for permission to bury his face in Maxwell's unwashed ass. If it was you, you wouldn't be able to say no, either. Especially while he's twisting his spit-slicked hand around the head of your dick like he's polishing a doorknob. Caster's own cock looks heavy in his other hand. As Maxwell watches, he squeezes and pulls up the length of it, milking a drop of precum from the tip. The floor between his knees is littered with shiny wet dots already.

He really can't say no. But he's not gonna give him the satisfaction of an enthusiastic 'yes,' either and make him completely insufferable from now on, either.

"Fine, whatever."

Caster beams, and drags a prop trunk over, scraping loudly against the floor. He doesn't pay it any mind, but it makes Maxwell's hair stand on end. He's the champion, he can do whatever the fuck he wants, whatever. But he's not gonna be caught dead doing it with Max Caster. 

"Knees up here," Caster instructs, patting the top of the box.

"Don't tell me what to do."

He does it anyway.

The position is fucking embarrassing. The box is too small to get on his hands and knees, so he has to arch his back and brace his hands on the wall instead. Pushing his butt out, with his legs spread open. At least he still has his knee pads on. He can feel how the edge would be digging in, otherwise. Caster pulls Maxwell's trunks down just below the swell of his ass, and immediately claps both hands on his prize. He squeezes his cheeks together and swipes his nose up between them like a credit card, inhaling deeply. Maxwell shudders.

"God, you're fucking disgusting," he spits.

Caster just giggles and kisses his tailbone.

"You love it, though. You love when I'm a nasty little freak for you."

"I love when you shut the fuck up."

"Wow, impatient! I'm trying to savor the moment, but if you want me to eat you out that bad –"

Fed up and horny, Maxwell blindly grabs a handful of Caster's hair and all but shoves his ass back into his face. Caster's fingertips dig into his soft flesh, and the fucker moans , meeting him tongue-first. Maxwell bites his lip to hold back his own grunt. This really is the best use for his mouth. Plush lips and hot, wet tongue, sweeping up and down his crack. He pulls him apart with both hands, spits on his exposed hole, and works it into the tight ring. Licking with broad, flat drags. Curling the tip to tug him open. Caster purses his lips and sucks at his rim, wet and noisy and filthy, and Maxwell breaks. He groans open-mouthed and claws at the wall.

"Ho-oly fucking– God, Caster –"

Caster smiles and hums happily against Maxwell's perfect little pucker. Gradually, it relaxes and lets him in. That tongue feels so fucking long. Longer than it should be. His face is mashed flat between Maxwell's thick ass cheeks, jaw open as wide as possible to fuck him with the squirming muscle as deep as he can. It can't be more than a couple inches. Not deep enough to hit his prostate, but then that's what his hands are for. One around Maxwell's cock, jerking him straight up and down. The other fondling his balls, his thumb pressed against his taint and massaging from the outside. Every movement is fluid and perfectly coordinated. A well-oiled machine. 

Maxwell rests his heated face against the cool, painted brick wall, drooling out of the corner of his mouth. Just gone , mentally, at this point. Pudding brain. If he wasn't already on his knees, they'd be pudding too. He can't be bothered anymore by Caster's wet snuffling in his crack when the hard tip of his tongue is working his hole in a circle. He's only bothered when it all stops . Caster kisses up Maxwell's spine, followed close by a trail of goosebumps. And then his swamp ass breath is wafting in his face and he's whining in his ear.

"Can I fuck you? You're so loose and wet back here, it'd be so easy…" 

He sinks two fingers into Maxwell and they do go easy. And as pissed as he is about being called 'loose' and having Caster pant his own jock-stench right in his ear, he's still got pudding brain, and his boner could cut diamonds. Caster hooks his fingers and jabs his prostate dead center, and he sees stars for a second, moaning hoarsely as a dribble of clear pre is milked from him. Some roadie idiot's gonna have to clean up this mess.

"Pleeeease, Maxie? I'm probably not gonna last that long anyway…"

Caster couldn't be more pathetic if he got paid for it. Which makes Maxwell even more pathetic for how he nods and pushes back when he taps the fat head of his dick on his asshole. Caster lets out a giddy, fucked up little giggle and kisses the nape of his neck. And, yep, takes a deep, noisy sniff of his sweaty hair. One of the last parts he hasn't given a disgusting, slimy tongue bath yet. Maxwell jerks his head back, bashing into his nose.

"Ow!" Caster squawks. "Oh, you're really gonna get it now, Maxie."

Maxwell gathers enough of his braincells off the floor to almost snap at him to hurry up. Almost. But then Caster does – slams the full length of his cock into him in one stroke– and he drops them all again. And he has to shove his fist in his mouth to keep from howling . He's good and open for him, soaking wet. But even with so little friction, Caster's thick , and it's like pulling a muscle. A crampy kind of soreness just barely mitigated by the hands on his dick and balls. The worst part is that it feels so fucking good– bone-deep satisfying like a hard workout, and electricity zapping from his sweet spot, up his spine. He can feel it in his fingertips. The most annoying person in the world is also, unfortunately, one of the best lays in the locker room. He fucks Maxwell with long, smooth strokes, grinding up when their hips meet. Squeezing his prostate between the stiff bulk of his cock on the inside, and two knuckles on the outside. 

Maxwell's eyes roll back. It's so much stimulation all at once, he's not even sure when– or if – he comes. It feels like a constant high, just pulsing with every thrust from Caster. He's vaguely aware that he's being loud now, but only as a spectator. It's not like he can control it anymore, or any other part of his body. He just knows that there are punchy, guttural sounds coming from his chest, muffled by his fist, and Caster's babbling as usual.

"Fuck, you're so good, so fuckin' good on my dick, god –"

And yes, Maxwell is good. Maxwell is the best. He's the best at everything, and he's the best at getting fucked out of his mind in a backstage corridor at a stupid arena in a garbage city, obviously . It feels good to get the recognition he deserves. Makes him whine and nod along dumbly. Makes him tilt his head to give Caster more room to kiss and mark up his neck. He starts rocking back, and true to his word, Caster really doesn't last very long after that. It's barely a minute before his hips are stuttering, slapping a few more times against Maxwell's "sweet, perfect" ass, then going still. His dick twitches and gushes inside him. He finally takes his hands away from his groin, smearing sweat and semen up his stomach and chest and hugging him from behind.

“Goooddddd, Maxie…” Caster sighs happily, nuzzling up behind Maxwell’s ear. “...I wish I could crawl up inside you and live there.”

Maxwell groans and wriggles in his grasp, shaking him and his softening cock loose. Leave it to Max Caster to ruin a moment with his big dumb fucking mouth.

“Get off me, fuck off, don’t talk to me ever again.”

Caster kisses the nape of his neck.

“Aw, baby, you don’t mean that… At least let me clean you up first.”

For a second Maxwell actually believes Caster’s going to do the right thing. For a stupid, gullible, idiotic second, he actually believes there’s a single shred of decency in the man. Stupid. Stupid! No, what he meant was ‘let me shove my tongue in your asshole again,’ because of course that’s what he meant. And all of Maxwell’s squirming can’t dislodge the vicegrip on his hips, holding him still while Caster licks his own cum out of him (disgusting). Entirely for his own sick pleasure, too, because Maxwell sure as hell can’t get hard again right now. There’s nothing fucking left for him to give. He feels raw like a ripped blister. 

Once he’s had enough– or rather, when they hear Anthony wandering around and calling for him– Caster gives Maxwell one last kiss, and pulls his trunks back up. The absolute least he could do. He jogs away all cheery and satisfied, but it takes a minute for Maxwell to recover. His knees hurt. His legs are cramped and tingly. They wobble under him when he finally manages to stand up. He’s all wrung out. The first step he takes, he shudders. Everything's so slimy and slippery. He's acutely aware of his ass cheeks sliding against each other in a way he's never been before, and it's horrible. Same with his dick and balls, tucked back in his trunks again but shifting around as he staggers to his private dressing room. 

He desperately needs a shower. And he absolutely has to stop doing this.

[cherishingstydia]

Kiss Me

Read on Ao3 if you prefer

Eddie and Buck have this connection where they both always know when something is off, or wrong with the other and right now something is definitely off with Buck.

“I know that look. What’s wrong?” Eddie asked.

“How do you know if you’re a bad kisser?” Buck blurted out.

“Wouldn’t know I’m phenomenal.” Eddie teased trying to lighten the mood a bit.

“Eddie.” Buck frowned. “I’m serious.”

“Someone usually tells you probably?”

“Ok.” Buck said biting his lip.

“Buck I’m sure if you were bad someone would have told you by now. Taylor would have.”

“Ok I get it you didn’t like Taylor.” Buck laughed. “Well how about you tell me.”

“Buck how am I supposed to know?”

“Kiss me and then tell me?”

“I don’t think we should. That seems like a bad idea.”

It’s not that Eddie doesn’t want to because he does he wants to kiss Buck more than he’s ever wanted to kiss anyone. That’s the problem. Buck just wants a test kiss and Eddie wants it all with Buck.

“Ok.” Buck sighed. “It’s just I’m nervous to get back out there and date while I’m worrying about this.”

Eddie couldn’t stand to see Buck look like this, and as much as seeing Buck start to date will hurt he has to help him because he just wants Buck happy…even if it’s not with him.

“Ok.” Eddie nodded.

“Ok? We can kiss and you’ll tell me if I’m bad. You have to promise to be honest.”

“I promise…I’m gonna let you take the lead. Really show me what you got.”

Buck grabbed the collar of Eddie’s Button down pulling him close until their lips met. It was everything and more than he imagined. It wasn’t just a good kiss it was the best kiss of Eddie’s entire life….not that he’s been kissed by that many people. When Eddie’s brain finally caught up with him he realized they were practically making out.

“Stop.” Eddie said pulling away breaking the kiss which was incredibly hard to do. “That’s enough of that.”

“I’m sorry. Oh no was it that bad?”

“Bad?? That was….not bad.” Eddie shook his head.

Eddie knows that’s not the response Buck wants, but how can he tell him how it really was, how can he tell him how good that felt. How nothing has ever felt more right before.

“Not bad?? Is that all you got? Wow you know how to make a guy feel special.” Buck said with a nervous laugh.

He has to tell the truth he really doesn’t want to lie to Buck…more so withhold the truth any longer.

“Buck….don’t get mad ok? Im going to be completely honest. Just like you asked.”

“I won’t get mad just rip the bandaid off.”

Eddie let out a deep breath. He wasn’t planning on confessing his love for his best friend today, but his feelings should be pretty obvious when he’s done complimenting Bucks kissing.

“No one has ever kissed me like that. That was the best kiss of my entire life.”

“Really?” Buck said wide eyed.

Buck just looked so cute Eddie really wanted to kiss him again.”

“Really. So now you don’t have to be scared to date again. Whoever they are they’re really lucky. You’re amazing Buck.”

“Eddie can I be honest with you?”

“Yeah.” Eddie said nervously.

Eddie was ready for it. Ready for all the hurt that would come after these next few words out of Bucks mouth.

“I don’t…I don’t want to start dating someone random. The only person I want to date is you.”

Eddie was in shock all the things he thought Buck might say that wasn’t it.

“So you’re saying….what exactly?” Eddie said letting out a deep breath. “Because I’ve kind of been in love with you for the past 3 years.”

“Guess we’re on the same page then. I’ve also been in love with you for the past 3 years, and by the way you’re right you are a phenomenal kisser and I have kissed a lot of people but that was by far the best.”

“Don’t talk about them.” Eddie shook his head.

“Aww you jealous?” Buck teased.

“So what if I am?”

“Well you don’t need to be. I want you and only you.”

“Ok that’s better.” Eddie smiled.

“So are you gonna kiss me again or just sit there looking pretty?”

“Pretty?” Eddie laughed.

“Hot, sexy, adorable, beautiful, irresistible….look Eddie really any of these words work. So what’s it gonna be?”

“I want to kiss you again under one condition.”

“What’s that?” Buck asked with the first smile.

“You’ll be my boyfriend.”

“There’s nothing I want more.” Buck said leaning in before Eddie closed the gap kissing Buck for the second time, but their first kiss as boyfriends.

“Has anyone ever told you you’re like a really good kisser?” Eddie smiled.

“Yeah once this guy. Beautiful brown eyes, killer abs, really nice ass and he’s the best dad I know.”

“Now you’re just trying to flatter me.”

“Nope it’s all true.” Buck smiled.

“I love you so much. I can’t believe I get to have a boyfriend and best friend all rolled into one. You’re literally the best person I know and as a added bonus you’re also the hottest person I’ve ever laid my eyes on

“Now you’re just trying to flatter me. So you sure you won’t get sick of me?” Buck asked.

“Not possible.” Eddie smiled. “You’re kinda stuck with me.”

“Good.” Buck smiled. “Because the feeling is mutual.”

[kandadiff]

Van Der Wulff - Halloween 3

~

It wasn’t easy. It took 20 minutes to crush up the pills, 20 minutes to swiftly inject the drugged liquid into the water supply like the text instructed and 10 monies to get rid of the evidence all the while Makayla’s heart was beating so hard she thought she would wake up the sleeping students from the sound. 

She nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard not only people coming down the hallway on her right but also on her left. Her room was way down The hall and when she peered down the corner she saw exactly who it was. Tori and Camila, two girls who annoyingly would want to talk to her. And with her hands still shaking she decided to take the smaller risk and head to the left.

“Makayla!” It was Tori calling out after her. Too late. She walked faster but heard, Tori calling after her again. She started running just wanting to get back to her room when she bumped into the other person who she heard at the opposite hallway. 

“Whoa!” It was Zayn, “Mickey-” He didn’t get to finish his sentence before she pulled him to her tightly kissing him. He stood there stunned for a moment before quickly kissing back. 

“Makayla-oh!” Tori approached shyly seeing Zayn. Makayla pulled back trying to hid the fact she was shaking. Zayn noticed. He put his arm around her. “I’m sorry I didn’t know you guys were back together.”

“umm-we” Makayla stammered.

“We’re not” He said looking at the shaking girl under his arm. His hand gently taking hers trying to move his thumb over the back of her palm in what he hoped was a calming gesture. “Just a night of passion, you understand right?” Camila had now joined their little group making Makayla want to melt into the floor. All she wanted to do was get back to her room in peace. She thought being caught kissing Zayn would at least get Tori to leave her alone. 

“Oh yeah” Tori snorted “I totally had a night like that too.” Zayn and Makayla both shared the same confused look but it was Zayn that spoke up.

“Together?” He looked at both girls but Camila shook her head quickly and tori stuttered over her words.

“No- Da-damien with- with Damien. my night with Damien! not Camila!” Makayla was confused but let zayn speak.

“Wow,” he said grabbing Makaylas hand “Well if you would excuse us.” He said talking her back to the girls hallway. Walking with her in silence until she lead him to her room.

“Thanks.” she said wanting to just slip in and forget about this night and what she did.

“Want to tell me why you were so worried about Tori?” He said and she shook her head looking down at her slippered feet. Zayn sighed putting his finger under her chin and lifting it up. She pushed his hand away.

“Thank you and goodnight Zayn.” She said moving back in her room and locking the door. 

~ ~

You should have thought a reason to get robin in your room that didn’t sound so childish. Something that would sound charming to Minho or even Eddie, sounded cringy coming out of your mouth but your surprised asking him to lay down with you so you could fall asleep worked. 

You both lay down in the bed in almost complete silence. You had to take a sip from the water next to your bed to even calm down, you offered him some as well. He took it. “Sorry.” You found yourself saying as you laid back down, facing him.

He chuckled, he was laying on his arm his head slightly evaluated as he looked towards you. “Its okay, I get you you need noise to sleep. I’m the same way. I could read you something if-” You cut him off, kissing him softly. not giving him much time to react and fully expecting him to push you off of him. But while he didn’t pull you closer to him. He didn’t push away and did kiss you back. It actually felt nice, Robin was a good kisser. Your lips tingled when he pulled away. 

“You want this?” he whispered, his breath hitting your face.

~

Draven completed her task bitterly. Unlock all the teachers room doors. She made due with what she could find. A nail file, a bobby pin and a glass cup to hear the clicks of the lock. 

But right now she was a bundle of nerves returning the nail file to Jungkook. “Here.” She said walking into his room. He was the only person draven could think would know who had a nail file. Technically it was Jins but Kook promised to get it back to him before he noticed it was gone. He peeked his head up from his switch and took out an AirPods. The game he was playing coloring the area around him in a rainbow hue. "Thanks.” She said digging in her pockets for a spare cigarette. 

“Of course” he said sitting up. Things have been tense in there friendship and though it had been a while he could tell when something was wrong. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah” she lied patting her pockets for a lighter. Nope. In her room. “Shit. You have a lighter?”

“Um” Jungkook got up, thinking for a moment and headed to his bag. Digging around he pulled out a small dragon lighter. One raven recognized. 

“Is that mine?” She asked as she took it from his hand. He smiled but said nothing. “I can’t believe you still have it.”

“Never had the chance to give it back.” he says softly. It wasn’t bitter but it tasted that way in her mouth. She quickly lit the cigarette, heading over to teh window sill and puffing the gray smoke out the window. 

“I’ll leave after I'm done.” She said quickly adding “You know, if you don’t mind.” The steady patter of rain calming her down. 

“I don’t mind.” he said with a small smile. For a moment it was quiet, just the small noise of whatever game played on his switch matching the rain pelting the castle. “Are you okay?” She nodded unconvincingly. He looked back at teh game then back at her. “Do you wanna play?”

She gave a small laugh and shook her head. “I’m alright.” she said and he nodded, his smile fading a bit. “Can I watch?”

He nodded settling on the large window sill next to her. she pulled the window open more so the smoke wouldn’t get to him and he relaxed on the glass. The sound of his thumbs hitting the buttons of his controller relaxes her, giving her something to ground yourself with. She sat back, looking up at the ceiling, her back against the cool glass.

“If you want to talk, you can. I’m a good listener.” Jungkook asks almost timidly. She gave a small laugh. 

“According to who?” She asked and he playfully pushed her. She laughed before her smile faded and she took another drag of the cigarette. “How long do you think you can keep a secret?” He looked at her with a raised eyebrow but she wasn’t looking at him. She was looking out the window. “And what do you do if it comes out and its a really fucking bad one. Like jail worthy.” 

“Do you have one like that?” he asked but she waves away his question. 

“Just a thought.” she said dismissively. “I guess I just have a gut feeling something bad is going to happen. Something real bad. You’re real lucky your group missed Lux’s reign of fucking terror.”

“Whos Lux?”

~

[shingia]

dating jean kirstein

— sfw headcanons

— important a/n at the end!

i’m terrified haha :) i’ve never ever written for aot before but jean is on my mind TWENTY FOUR/SEVEN so i thought i should just go for it even if it’s just a one time thing yk?

• okay first of all: this man’s main goal is to impress you. anywhere, anytime.

• he will spend his entire day in the kitchen without talking to anyone (except maybe you) just to cook you a homemade dinner

• but obviously, since he’s always pushing himself further, it means you often need to remind him that he’s already more than enough for you

• and how could he not be when he is constantly thinking about you??

• at the beginning of your relationship, he bought you a gift every single time you guys saw each other. but as you started going out more and more, his bank account couldn’t keep up and he had to slow down a bit

• but, one day, you were over at his house and he forgot to put away some drawings he had made. he was incredibly embarrassed because most of them were drawings of you, but you looked so happy looking at them that he decided these could be even better than his previous gifts

• and now you often find small doodles (sometimes more elaborate drawings) hidden between the pages of your books, or in one of your pockets

• for some obscure reason, he’s super good at giving massages, so you can expect to receive some before and after your naps. it’s the only times he won’t try to turn it into a makeout session (unless you initiate it of course)

• he trusts you 100% so yes, he will let you cut his hair. but also- yes, he will be a total drama queen and immediately freak out if you mess up just a tiny bit

• let’s be real here, jean and you bicker all the time. but it never lasts long because, as he once told you during a post-argument hug:

• “i love you too much to stay mad and it’s not fucking fair”

• but it’s perfectly fair, because it’s perfectly reciprocated

• did i mention that he’s is a living furnace?

• he secretly loves that about himself because it gives him an excuse to sleep in his underwear smh

• “wow uh- babe you’re staring so much it’s getting embarrassing” he’d scoff while looking perfectly comfortable with the situation, laying down on his side to make it even harder not to stare

• “oh- how rude of me, i’m so sorry! ..…well. good night then!” you’d respond, turning your back on him

• but i promise you that less than a minute later, you’d feel his arm drape around you and pull you closer until your back is pressed against his chest

• “you gotta stop acting like you don’t understand my sarcasm” he’d sigh, with a painfully obvious smile in his voice

• mornings with jean are usually pretty lazy. sometimes he’ll go for a run but he always comes back to bed where you both lie awake for at least 30mn, talking about anything and everything, your future, sometimes often sharing gossips, but always cuddling one way or another

• because yes, jean would love to be one of these men who are pretty casual about pda. but he’s not. he needs to be in contact with you as much as he can

• but although he loves to feel your hand in his, or to hold you by the waist when you walk, there's nothing he likes more than kissing you (you told him once that he was a good kisser and he hasn't shut up since)

• if he senses that you’re feeling stressed, he’ll gently kiss your temple to reassure you. if you’re feeling sad, a few kisses all over your face should do the trick. if you’re tensed and need to relax, a lingering kiss on your neck

• your friends are used to your pda now, but they will never stop making fun of him for that (jean, on the other hand, will probably never get used to their teasing. connie has stopped counting how many times he was told to shut up)

• jean is a very ambitious man, so naturally, he has big plans for your future together. and one of his craziest was to decide that the only way you two could move in your dream house was to build it himself

• so, after asking your friends if you could move in with them for a little while, you sold your flat and bought from an old man a house that was practically falling into ruins

• it was a colossal workload, so every day after work, you both headed to the house and did as much as you could until one of you began to fall asleep

• and every weekend for about a year, your friends came over to give a hand (sasha worked extra hard in the kitchen area obviously)

• you moved in after about a year and a half, in the middle of spring. and as if that day wasn't emotional enough for you, jean thought it would be nice to propose to you that exact same day

• you were on your patio, laying on the pallet couch that armin and connie had built together, your head resting on his knees. the sky was turning orange and it was one of these moments where you were grateful for jean's natural warmth

• both of you were laughing at the memory of the fear in armin’s eyes everytime connie was about to hit a nail with the hammer - when jean’s hand gently brushed your cheeks, and he let out an almost inaudible: “let’s get married”

• you agreed so quickly that he didn’t even have time to curse himself for not proposing in a more romantic way, like he had initially planned

• but as you looked up at him, your eyes filled with nothing but love and tears, fingers intertwined with his, and your skin painted with the shadows of your very own house, he thought that this was the kind of simple romance he had always longed for after all

— a/n : QUICK EXPLANATION: a few days/weeks ago i created a second tumblr account (@gi0iawrites) because “why not have an aot blog and a haikyuu account :D”. bUT i changed my mind and decided to post everything here. which means that yes, this post has already been posted elsewhere but it was on my other blog! just wanted to make things clear!

— a/n #2: i could’ve written 12 pages about this istg 😮‍💨 i wanted to add how i think jean would be a terrible driver but i’m saving it for another time :)

[aspiring-writer-hidden-voice]

First Kiss: Katsuki Bakugo

A/N: Hey, everyone! SA here with a mini head canon (sorry, I’m still getting used to all of these new terms so hopefully I’m using it right!) that I think you’ll like! This little series is called “First Kiss” that will feature different pairings with the reader (fem!)! As always, please let me know what you think!

F!Reader x Katsuki; pronouns are “She/Her”; Quirk: whatever you want, I honestly couldn’t come up with anything good with this one. Age: All characters are 18+

Warnings: Fluff and language.

“What the hell is your problem?!”

With a sigh, you turned the stove off with a twist of the nob and placed the lid upon the pot you’d been working over as thunderous footfalls approached. Sometimes your big mouth got you into trouble, other times it was your temper that could rival that of the firecracker blonde’s, but today was different; this was all part of your plan as he stomped until coming to a stop beside you with slanted ruby eyes blazing with twin infernos. You kept your outwards face stoic and indifferent in the face of his fury. “Gonna have to be a bit more specific. I’ve been super busy today—”

His open palm met the counter top with a resounding smack, a twitch appearing in both his brow and lip when he heard your monotone voice that was borderline bored. “I’m talking about the ignored texts and shit! Hell, I even tried to call you and it went to voicemail!” The twitches grew as you sighed, nearly his whole face was contorting erratically.

“Like I said, I’ve been busy with things.” It was almost too much for you to take when an audible snap sounded from him as you slipped past him to grab something from the pantry in order to hide the smirk that threatened to lift your lips. “Unlike some people, I’m not as attached to my phone.” A twist of your wrist showcased the lit up screen of a smart watch that showcased all the missed notifications from him that you had ignored, forcing your eyes wide while depositing the spice you’d retrieved on the counter. “Oh, wow, would you look at that! You’d think I was a pro hero with how much you’ve been begging for my attention like a helpless fanboy groveling at my feet!” This time you did let the smirk show when raising a hand to tousle his wild blonde hair before sliding down to pat his cheek. “So sorry, but you’re going to have to be a good boy for a little longer until I’m done with cooking.”

Realization filled his gaze as your tongue appeared from between your lips while you turned back to the stove. “Damnit, you think this is some fucking game?!”

“So a friend stopped by for a visit today.”

“Don’t ignore me!”

The ladle you’d been using to stir the pot paused in its rotary path so that you could use a spare spoon to sample the broth then offered it to him, earning a sputter but he begrudgingly took a small sip once you cocked an eyebrow. “She dumped her boyfriend because he was a bad kisser.”

His expression twisted into one of boredom as he wordlessly snatched the spice you’d grabbed and replaced it with something else. “Pathetic when a man can’t satisfy his partner. That’s one of his fucking number one jobs is to keep them sated.” Another spice was retrieved then added to the mix.

This conversation was going right in the direction where you wanted it to as if he were following an invisible trail you had laid out. You hummed while taking another sip of the soup, relishing at the full bodied flavors that danced across your tongue. He was always better at cooking than you were but you’d wanted to try something new and decided that a hearty beef stew was just what the two of you needed especially if your plan came to fruition. “So you’d agree that its important for a couple to show the other affection?”

“Every pair is different, dumbass, some people don’t need that sort of shit.”

“Which you aren’t because you’re such a cuddle monster that it’s hard for me to get anything done.” Your tease earned a grunt as he appeared behind you, muscular arms wrapping around your waist where they gave you a slight squeeze. “I’m not complaining, of course, I love when you let that guard of yours down just for little ole me when its just the two of us.”

A rough growl sounded as his head fell to rest on your shoulder. “Shut up, dumbass.”

“Aww, is someone blushing? How cute.”

“How many times do I have to fucking say that I’m not cute?!”

Your tongue appeared again as you slipped free of his hold thanks to his outburst that caused both hands to rise towards the ceiling. “So in your definition of a ‘man’, he would have to provide what exactly to the relationship between himself and another?”

“What the hell is this, some game show?” He scoffed, planting himself within one of the nearby barstools on the opposite end of the bar while crossing his arms. You shot him a glare that said “just do it” which earned another huff. The gears were definitely turning in his head as if trying to figure out what your point to this conversation was but it was clear that he wouldn’t find the answer anytime soon as he deftly caught a granola bar that you tossed him. “Like I said, every pair is different because of the people. Each person needs something that the other brings and vice-versa.”

A sense of victory filled you at his words. “Which is why people break up if something isn’t working or fulfilling a need?”

He was across the kitchen so fast you barely had time to register that he’d moved in the first place, hands gripping your shoulders loosely but firmly as he spun you around to face him, red eyes so wide they might just pop out of his skull. “Fucking— I knew something was wrong! Speak up already and stop playing these damn games! Just tell me what I did wrong!”

Brief panic filled you at the distress in his voice and expression. Maybe you’d taken this too far? “Katsuki—”

“Is this because I left my wet towel on the floor? I told you it fell when I wasn’t looking!”

“Hold on—”

“Or that time that I spilled my Bloody Mary on the couch and blamed it on that damn Pikachu?!”

Your brow twitched, temper flaring. “You spilled what on my couch?!”

The blonde cringed at your shout but he didn’t release his hold on you even when you attempted to break it so that you could go investigate. “D-doesn’t matter! I called a professional cleaner and when they said they couldn’t do anything I replaced the damn thing—”

“Katsuki Bakugo, I can’t believe you! I thought I was going crazy when I couldn’t find the remote that was in the pocket inside the armrest! Do you have any idea how long I’ve been looking for that damn thing?!”

“Shit, I forgot to check before the junk haulers took it away.” His head shook as you fought against his hold. “Can buy you a new one but I want to know what the fucking hell is going on with you today!”

Temper now reaching its peak due to his increasingly tight hold and the new information, you growled lowly under your breath. Plan be damned! “You wanna know so fucking bad? Fine! I want to know why you haven’t mustered up the balls to kiss me yet!”

For a moment silence fell as the two of you were surrounded by the words you’d practically screamed into his face.

That was definitely not how you wanted this all to go but you’d been too upset by the revealing of the incident with your furniture piece to care. Emotion threatened to form a ball in your throat but you swallowed it down with difficultly as tears burned the backs of your eyes. “We’ve been dating almost a whole fucking year, Katsuki. Cuddling and holding hands are nice but I need—”

“Why didn’t you fucking say anything sooner, you dumbass?”

That definitely wasn’t the response that you were expecting and neither was the pivot that caused your back to meet the nearby pantry door that caused your breath to catch. The way he was looking at you now as he collected your wrists to pin them beside your head and body pressing fully against your own made the blood in your veins race but it was the darkening gaze above you that truly rendered you speechless. It was as if he were a wild predator staring down at you with that superior near animalistic hunger shining brightly like an ember within his eyes as he loomed over you. Thrill caused the fine hairs across your body to rise as his head slowly dipped until your noses were brushing, the breath you were in the middle of taking completely abandoning you as his lips seemed to tease yours by impulsing them to part with a feather-like touch before they were completely ensnared.

Roaring flames came to life within your core as his chest rumbled with a growl against your own as his lips devoured yours. There was no hesitation within the searing kiss that may as well separated your soul from your body, his body alternating against firm and sensual presses that made your legs grow weak when one of his bent knees brushed against your clothed core, eliciting a soft whine from you. It was just the opportunity he’d been waiting for and his tongue slipped between the part of your lips to ravage your sweet mouth that had only imagined what this moment would entail. Nothing you’d ever dreamt of could compare as your eyes drifted closed with a flutter when his larger tongue discovered yours hiding in the farthest corner then proceeded to dominate it in a near dance-like way that left your back arching and breathless when he finally released you.

Pride shone brightly within his gaze and radiated off his smirk as your chest worked to replenish the air you’d lost with hooded eyes. “Tch. Judging from that look on your face I literally just stole your soul like some sort of—”

Rising to the balls of your feet you threw every bit of your weight against him, knocking off his center of balance, and silenced him with a press of your lips that rendered his surprised grunt to an exclamation that climbed the musical scales as your gaze bore into his own. No way were you going to give him bragging rights without a fight!

It was like watching a sunrise as red slowly bloomed within his cheeks before slowly spreading to the rest of his visible face as your hands rose to take firm hold of his head to prevent him from moving away. The noises that rose up his throat were prevented from being voiced by your lips that were pressed firmly against his. The hold he’d had on your wrists was thrown off by your sudden action and it gave you the perfect opportunity for your fingers to rise and entangle themselves within his blonde tresses, earning shivers and suppressed moans from the man before you as his eyes threatened to roll when your fingernails lightly scraped against his sensitive scalp. Your hips lightly ground against his own, earning the drop of his jaw and your own groan at the delicious friction that rose, humming in appreciation when his hands that had been in the air grasping at nothing fell to instead knead the flesh of your hips before they drifted around to the mounds that were your backside when you bravely gave his bottom lip a nibble.

The kiss was broken with a unified deep throated growl from the two of you as the burning need for air forced your lips to part but that didn’t mean you weren’t showcasing a victorious smirk when finding him near clinging to you and the counter for support as his glazed eyes met yours. Coiling heat that had settled within your core rose to your chest when you took in the blissful expression he wore while cupping his face and brushing the pads of your thumbs against his flaming cheeks. “Aww, look how cute you are. I almost wanna take a picture just so that I can look at it anytime I want.”

“F-fucking hell, teddy bear, that was—” His head that had bent as if to reclaim your lips rose back upwards, a furious expression crossing his features. “Was that a fucking challenge?! And did you just fucking call me cute?!” The growl that rose up his throat caused your heart to race as he stared down at you. “I’ll teach you a lesson you’ll never forget, you damn dumbass!”

Something told you that the stew may have to be put in the crockpot to be kept warm until later.

[callsignmuse]

UNDER THE RADAR

Pairing: Hangman x Reader, Jake Seresin x Reader

Request by Anonymous:

Could I request a Hangman and female reader about a secret long term relationship and they get found out? 

Just really fluffy please :)

“They’re coming!” You gasped. The hallway to the hangar was filled with footsteps as you pushed Jake away from you. Quickly you straightened yourself up and went to the coffee machine sitting at a table nearby. You grabbed a cup with a shaky hand and put it to your lips. The coffee burned your top lip but you smiled as if nothing happened. “Look at you two ass kissers trying to get here before everyone else. Too bad it won’t help you when I smoke you out of the sky” Payback stated. “Good morning to you too” you rolled your eyes. “Anybody know what this is for?” You asked as you took a seat at a desk. “We’re about to find out.” Hangman stated as he took his seat next to you. A slight blush came over your face and you quickly look forward to douse the flame. Unknown to you sat Bradley who had a good view of your flustered facial expressions. In the locker room you were getting dressed quickly and grabbed your helmet. “Miami! You’re up next!” You heard your name being called. You jogged towards the tarmac getting ready to get in the box. Bradley sat on the couch in the lounge waiting for his group to go next. “Do you you think there’s something going on between Hangman and Miami?” He asked Phoenix as she stared out the window. “Y/n and Jake? No fucking way. The last time I talked to her she said she would rather die than have to be in the same room with him longer than necessary.” She told him matter of factly. But something inside Bradley wasn’t sold. 

“Where is he Hangman?” You asked over comms. 

“Break right!” He told you and you pulled hard avoiding enemy fire from Maverick. You looked over and found yourself alone.

“Where did he go?” You wondered out loud. Your back seater Mantra groaned. 

“He fucking left us.” He exclaimed. In a moment after that there was tone letting you know you had just been shot down by Maverick. 

“Thanks a lot dickhead” you griped into your microphone as you turned your aircraft around to head back for landing. Those 200 push-ups gave you a lot to think about Jake. At first you were furious with him but then once you reached around 100 you began to cool off. Honestly you just wanted to see his face. You knew if he actually saved you that would be a dead giveaway to everyone else. You couldn’t be seen as weak during training and he knew that. 

“I’m not sure I’m ready to go back Jake. I like staying here with you. In our own house. Just you and me and we don’t have to pretend.” You admitted into his chest. You were lying on top of him on the couch cushions talking the night before you both left for base. 

“I don’t want them to find any reason not take you seriously.” He told you softly as he stroked your cheek with his thumb. 

“I’m a damn good pilot” you argued. 

“Yeah but not as good as me” he playfully challenged you. You picked up a pillow and stuck it over his face pushing down on it. He overpowered you easily wrapping you in his arms as he sat up. You giggled almost uncontrollably. “Wow so you’ll be playing dirty I see. Trying to kill me for the top spot, that’s dark even for you Miami” he laughed. 

“Maybe you don’t know who you’re dealing with” you wiggled your eyebrows as he kissed your cheek. 

“I know exactly who I’m dealing with” he whispered into your ear. Your face lit up and red tinted your cheeks. 

“Jake..” you sighed. He stared into your eyes and found what you were trying to say. 

“I know, I love you too.” He told you honestly. You clutched the metal paper airplane necklace that he gave you months ago and felt so secure in this moment. You knew tomorrow it would all change. 

You were walking along the sand at The Hard Deck casually enjoying the sound of the waves around you. You were playing with the paper airplane necklace and smiled to yourself. The wind was whipping through your hair cooling you in the intense summer heat. “Miami!” You heard his smooth tone call your name and your heart picked up a notch. The butterflies flooded your stomach. “Jake Seresin.” You greeted him nonchalantly. He passed you a beer and you took it graciously. “Thanks” you told him softly. He walked beside you in the sand watching a few people playing in the water. 

“I have to hold your hand” he told you as he leaned in closer to you. You but you lip before letting your hand dangle next to you. Your pinkies brushed each other causing electric sparks to be exchanged. 

“This is so stupid. I have to just be with you!” You whined. He groaned in agreement. 

“I know. I know babe. It’s up to you.” He stated. You placed your hand back in your pocket once your eyes picked up the sight of a few more patches heading your way. “Maybe one more day.” You whispered. 

The next day you were in the air, this time with Rooster. You were both sitting there waiting for the fight to start, you couldn’t see Maverick anywhere. When you least expected it Maverick flew in between your planes causing you to jerk on the yoke hard avoiding collision. “Shit!” You cursed. You looked over to see a wild look in Roosters eyes. 

“Fights on” Maverick stated clearly enjoying this. You saw him turning his nose around and you quickly turned the burners on to gain some speed while Rooster hung back.

“Watch your tail Miami” Rooster warned. Mantra turned to look and see where Maverick was he was coming fast. You needed to turn to avoid getting caught you pulled to the right and felt no response. 

“Shit!” You cursed again. The radio played on the ground causing Hangman to instantly tighten up. He knew that tone of voice. Something was wrong. “Maverick I can’t turn!” You shouted. Your WSO in the backseat was frantically pressing buttons trying to get systems online. You had alarms going off nearly everywhere. “What the fuck is happening!” You screeched. Jake had to all but cement himself to the ground not to get in an airplane and take off after you. 

“Miami. Don’t panic. The canyon wall is approaching. Can Mantra get you back up and running?” He calmly asked. 

“Try to reduce your speed.” Rooster offered. Everything was coming far too quickly. All you could think about was Jake listening to your last moments below. The wall was getting dangerously close. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. 

“You’re going to have eject!” Maverick told you, “you’re too close kid!” You went for the eject handle when a beep could be heard in the cabin. 

“It’s on!” Mantra yelled. You pulled hard and avoided impact just in time. You were panting heavily as you tried not to think about the fact that you almost died. “Alright this fights over. Head to the ground and let’s check out your plane.” Maverick decided. You landed with shaky legs as you walked away from the super hornet and tore off your helmet. The moment you looked up Jake was running in your direction.

“Are you ok?” He wondered running his hands up and down your arms trying to assess you for injury. 

“I’m fine” you mumbled.

“Don’t scare me like that again!” He exclaimed before pushing his lips onto yours. You dropped your helmet to the ground and fell deep into the kiss. He filled your body with such elation you felt as if you were floating. The entire scenery around you melted away leaving just two pilots in an affectionate embrace. You pulled away to see everyone staring with confused and some disgusted faces. 

“I told you they were together” Rooster said to Phoenix causing her to roll her eyes. 

“I thought she hated the man” Phoenix said flatly.

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I have come to you with a request for fluff to balance out the angst(which i too love)✋🏻😌

How would the ROs react if MC whisked them away in for a day in spring, to a clearing in the woods, where they prepared a big picnic with the ro's favourite food?

Also, what is their and James favorite food, if it wasn't asked before?

You don't need to answer this anytime soon, please take your time! <3 you're great💕

Thank you for your patience <3 you are a very kind and sweet anon.

Favorite Foods - ROs + James

Constantine: Puls - kind of porridge. He likes it served with cheese, eggs, and meat (especially pork sausages).

Felix: Souvlaki (typically from a street vendor) - bits of vegetables and meat on a skewer.

F: Dumplings - ball-shaped dough fried in oil and drizzled with honey.

Margaret: Lamb with fresh vegetables and an apple pie for dessert.

James: Tiganites - pancakes made of wheat flour, olive oil, and curdled milk. Topped with honey.

RO's Reactions to being whisked away

Constantine: Constantine peeks around you from where he sits behind you on the horse. His eyes widen in surprise.

"Hey, no peeking!" you tease.

He chuckles and leans forward, resting his cheek on your back. "Fine, I can be patient - for you."

You laugh. "We're almost there."

A few minutes later, you come to a stop and both get off the horse.

"Wow," Constantine says, looking at the massive spread of sausages, various types of cheese, eggs, vegetables, and porridge. He turns to you, a wide smile on his face. "You did all this for me?"

You laugh lightly and grab his hand, pulling him along. "Of course, I thought you could use a day off."

He sits down next to you and starts to make you a plate. "Oh, no," you tell him, as you grab the plate. "Let me wait on you."

He sighs but a smile still sits on his lips. "As you wish." He watches you with a longing in his eyes.

Felix: "Remind again why we're walking through the forest?"

You laugh and give Felix a playful shove. "Be patient, will you? It'll be worth it."

He moves closer to you and gives you a smile that sends your heart racing. "It's already worth it - just being here with you."

You clear your throat. "Didn't realize you were so sappy," you tell him, a smugness to your voice.

He grimaces. "Me either, but you seem to bring it out."

You grab his hand and pull him along into the clearing. "Ta-da!" You watch his face for a reaction.

His eyes go wide. "What's all this?"

"A picnic with Souvlaki from all your favorite street vendors." You smile at him and he smiles back, a soft look in his eyes.

"This is sweet," he says, turning to you. "Too sweet. Are you trying to butter me up for something?"

"Maybe some kisses," you reply with a wink.

He smirks at you. "I must be a pretty good kisser for all this effort."

You roll your eyes and plop down next to him as decides where to start.

F: "It's a beautiful day," you tell F, as you both walk through the forest.

F nods. "Yes," they say, turning to look at you. "Almost as lovely as you."

You can't help but smile. "As much as I enjoy being bathed in compliments, that's not why I brought you out here."

F laughs softly. "Alright, why did you bring me into the forest on this perfect Spring afternoon?"

Just then, you both walk into the clearing, where you have a spread of dumplings with various syrups, including honey, strawberry, and raspberry.

F stops and their mouth falls open. "Wow." They turn to you with a grin. "I thought I was supposed to be the romantic one."

You laugh. "Not today." You watch happily as F starts tasting the various dumplings.

After a moment, F looks at you, a small smile on their lips. "This is...the best day." You smile back and reach out to squeeze their hand.

Margaret: Margaret attempt to peek out the carriage window. You gently push her back against the seat. "No," you say, a smirk on your lips.

She huffs. "You know it's not my nature to just get in a carriage and go to some random place, darling."

You grin at her. "But that's exactly what you've done."

She narrows her eyes at you. "Fine, fine. I shall be patient, as painful as it is."

A short time after, you exit the carriage and offer your hand to help her out. Once you're both out, her eyes fall on the picnic. She glances at you, a heartfelt smile on her lips. Then she giggles and gives you a push. "Last one to the food gets the smallest slice of pie!" She winks at you from over her shoulder.

"Hey!" you shout, taking off after her. "That wasn't very honorable."

Her laughter rings out around the clearing. "There is no honor where apple pie is involved!"