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bicsbec · 2 years

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Check Point

A brief kuroken one-shot (AO3 link)

Kenma was streaming again. Not that it was a problem. Tetsurou was only concerned with Kenma's lack of self preservation.

He would hole himself up in his office, streaming for hours on end, forgetting to eat or drink water or sleep. Tetsurou wasn't in the habit of interrupting his streams, but he had long since silently vowed to check on Kenma when he exceeded the twelve hour mark of not exiting the room. Check points, they called them.

This morning, Tetsurou was fairly certain Kenma had never made it to bed. He glanced at the timer on his watch in the mirror, his fingers stopping their work on his tie to focus on the numbers. 11:56:08.

Kenma sometimes did that, set the timer himself. Tetsurou smiled in the mirror.

He made his way over to Kenma's office, knocking first. No response.

"Kenma, check point."

He could hear faint chimes coming from inside, he recognized them as sounds the chat sometimes made.

"Kenma?"

Still nothing. Tetsurou risked a peek inside and his heart stuttered.

Kenma had fallen asleep on stream, their cat, Mikasa, was curled up on the back of his neck, lifting her head to sniff at the camera. It was honestly the cutest sight in the world.

The chat was flying past on screen, the stream had switched to a screen saver, the corner where Kenma's feed usually appeared was covered by a pink nose. Tetsurou smirked at the onslaught of hearts and coos shown on the screen as he picked up the calico.

Kenma stirred a little, but didn't wake.

"Kenma?" Tetsuro shook him gently. "Check point, pause the stream or something."

Mikasa squirmed in his arm, leaping to the floor. She circled his legs once and exited the office; it was time for breakfast.

Kenma blinked awake, looking disoriented. He sat up quickly and winced.

"Ow," he mumbled, rubbing at his neck. "Kuro, I'm streaming."

"No, you were sleeping." Tetsurou did a quick scan of the area, picking up empty wrappers and suspicious looking bottles. His wrist began to beep then. "And that's twelve hours."

"Got it," he sighed, rubbing at his eye. He signed off with an apology and a shake of his head.

He shuffled out of the room, looking dead on his feet. Tetsurou was close at his heels, picking up all the trash he could manage in one trip. Tetsurou threw it out in the kitchen, finally going to feed Mikasa as well.

When he turned, Kenma was sitting at the dining table, with his head down.

"Oi."

Kenma only grumbled.

"What were you shaking your head at, you don't close streams like that."

"The chat was asking questions."

"About what?"

Kenma looked up, his eyes squinting at Tetsurou's neck.

"Your tie is ridiculous."

Tetsurou laughed at that.

"They’re volleyballs, it’s great," he chuckled, looking down at his tie.

"Dork."

"Nerd."

Kenma smiled sleepily. "The chat was asking about your dorky tie. I refused to be held accountable for your questionable fashion sense."

Tetsurou shrugged. "I like what I like. I'm heading out, I've got a meeting with the Alders' PR manager."

"Have fun."

"Go to bed."

Kenma nodded, watching as Mikasa swished her tail back and forth as she ate.

Kuro had been overworking himself recently. He often forgot how to separate home from work. It was like he never left the office. He'd have spreadsheets laid out on the coffee table, calling sponsors and balancing budgets. Mikasa would often fall asleep on top of the sheets, that being the only reason Kuro stopped working at all.

One evening Kenma was laying on the couch, playing on his POP; he'd been feeling nostalgic. Kuro was sitting on the floor, leaned against the couch, running through some numbers. Kenma glanced over and nudged his head with his foot.

"Yeah?" Kuro leaned his head back, closing his eyes.

"Check point."

Kuro's head turned toward him, a smile spreading on his lips. "Yeah, okay."

He stood up and started to crawl on top of Kenma.

"Wait, no—that's not what I meant."

"Too late," Kuro sighed, burrowing under Kenma's chin. Kenma huffed, settling the handheld on top of Kuro's head.

It was easy to fall asleep like that, POP slipping from his hand, eyes drooping, Kuro's slow breaths lulling him to sleep as well. Life was hectic enough as it was, being a respite for each other only made sense. Easy check points to rest.

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bisexualwintermoon · 5 months

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hhalfway through this

#eclipse’s posts <3 #i only need…742 words at the minimum…#HELP me

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kingsofeverything · 1 year

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5365

#word count #742 words today #struggling #reverse bang

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moonstruckme · 6 months

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i’ve been meaning to request this for awhile because i love the idea, what if poly!marauders x animagus!reader and reader’s animal counter part is a raccoon so they call reader bandit as their nickname for the group. and maybe reader naturally has dark circles under their eyes and they prefer to be awake at night? maybe they steal little tokens from their partners like rings and shirts all the time too lol. idk if this interests you but if so i’d love to read it babes! -🌶️

Hi Pepper! This was my first attempt at writing animagus!reader and it felt a bit clumsy but I hope you like it! Thanks for requesting my love <3

poly!marauders x animagus!reader ♡ 742 words

“Where are they?” Sirius asks, stalking into the common room.

Remus doesn’t look up from his book, not needing to wonder who Sirius is asking about. “They crashed right after class.” He glances out the window. “But it’s almost dark, they should be up soon. Missing something?”

“My rings.” Sirius holds up ten bare fingers. “Took them off to shower after class, and now they’re gone.”

“Ew,” James says, coming in with two cups of tea. He passes one to Remus, handle first. “It’s like you’re naked.”

Sirius harrumphs. “You wish, Prongs.”

“Have you tried checking their stash?” Remus asks, flipping his page.

Both James and Sirius look at him quizzically. “You know where it is?”

Remus sighs. His bones creak and pop as he stands. “Come on,” he says. “I’ll show you.”

Your boyfriends mostly stay out of their dorm during the day because it’s so quiet and dreary. You’ve got all the curtains drawn shut, not even the tiniest ray of sunlight allowed to permeate your den, and you’ve burrowed underneath the covers of your bed for good measure. Remus leads the boys to the top corner of your bed, pointing to what appears to be a pile of shirts you’ve stowed behind the bedpost.

James crouches bemusedly, but at Remus’ nod, he pulls the top shirt aside. Sirius sees the glint of metal and drops to his haunches beside James, looking at the treasures you’ve nestled within the pile of shirts. He curses quietly, gathering the rings he’d been wearing that morning along with some he hadn’t seen for months. They clink together in his palm, and not a second later, he and James look up at the sound of rustling sheets.

Your face emerges from beneath the covers, and Sirius thinks amusedly that it’s almost like you’re peering out from the mouth of a very plush cave. “What’re you doing?” you ask, words slurred together with sleep. Less so when your eyes narrow on the rings in Sirius’ hand. “Those are mine.”

Sirius can’t help it; he laughs, and you glare at him (you’re really not as intimidating as you’d like to think, even with the darkness that rings your eyes and makes you look like a cartoon villain). “Oh, are they?” he asks you. “I seem to recall purchasing them some time ago.”

“Since when did you purchase them?” James asks, rising from his crouch to sit next to you on the bed. He pets your hair, and you relax as if you might go back to sleep, though you’re still tracking Sirius’ hand with watchful eyes. “You told me you stole them from your mum.”

“Well,” Sirius huffs. “Finders keepers.”

“Exactly,” you say grouchily. “So put them back.”

“Sorry, Bandit.” Sirius drops a conciliatory kiss on your temple as he slides a few of the rings on and stows the others in his pocket. “I found ‘em this time. Anyway, at least when I steal things, I actually use them. Keeping them stashed under your bed is criminal.”

You grumble, but you can’t rally much resentment with James’ fingernails scratching at your scalp so pleasantly.

“I think they do it to feel close to us,” Remus muses, giving you an appraising look. You won’t meet his eyes. “I mean, they’ve got your rings under there, Pads, and one of Prongs’ old necklaces, and some of my sweaters.” James coos as you sink further back into your burrow, and Remus smiles. “Did I get that right, sweetheart?”

Sirius knows that tone. Remus is laying it on thick and extra sweet, trying to get you to squirm. And it’s working; you won’t look up from where you’re toying with the hem of the sheets, but your face takes on a pinkish hue. You start tearing the edge of your sheet into little strips between your fingers.

“Oi.” James takes your hand prisoner in his. “Don’t start on that, we’ve already had to replace all the curtains.”

“Is that true, baby?” Sirius wheedles, giving you his most saccharine smile. “Do you take our things because you love us?”

You huff, your embarrassment revealed by the way you begin playing with James’ fingers. “Obviously I love you. You know that already. And you have nice things, so think whatever you want.”

Remus chuckles. “Alright, we will.”

“I can’t believe it.” Sirius looks down at you, raising an eyebrow when you glare. “Our Bandit’s a thief with a heart of gold.”

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luvnoirs · 3 months

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caught

paring: paige x fem!reader synopsis: reader walks in on kk and paige during a tiktok live and accidentally exposes their relationship warning(s): none ! (sfw) word count: 742

a/n: shoutout to oomf for giving me this idea lmao

"hey guys. where's p?" you question after you opened the front door to one of the team's shared apartment.

you had first stopped by your girlfriend's shared apartment which was next door, only to find out that she wasn't there. confused, you had sent her a text that had gone unanswered for ten minutes. so then you decided to go next door to see if her other teammates knew where the hell she was.

you were first met with amari as she held a jar of pickles, half of a pickle being chewed in her mouth while she held the remaining half in her hand. aubrey sat on the couch cheering on aaliyah as she wildly danced in front of the tv playing just dance 4.

amari was the only one who actually noticed your presence and she nodded towards the back of the apartment where the rooms were located since her mouth was still busy chewing on the salty pickle.

you thanked her as you made your way out of the common area and into the hallway. you could already hear loud chatter accompanied with the sound of music playing. you instantly knew one of the voices belonged to kk, so you decided to open it because paige was known to keep kk by her side most times.

your assumption was proven right once you finally opened the door and laid your eyes on kk and paige goofing off in front of an iphone camera. their backs were faced towards you while ice laid on the bed playing fortnite so she noticed you first. yet, her eyes widened a bit before they quickly cut towards kk and paige's direction. but before ice could say anything you had beat her to it.

"babe, seriously?"

kk paused her dancing while her and paige both turned around to the sound of my annoyed voice.

you watched confusedly as kk let out an 'oh shit!", scrambling to grab her phone and tap the screen quickly. before you could question it, paige was walking towards you with a surprised expression.

"y/n?" paige questioned. "i thought you said you couldn't come over tonight?"

you smacked your teeth and shook your head at her. "i texted you saying nevermind. then, i showed up to your dorm but you weren't there and when i texted you again you never responded. where is your phone?"

"it died so i had it on the charger while kk and i went live…" paige scratched her head, glancing back at kk who was now sitting on ice's bed biting the inside of her cheek.

"oh shit, you were live? i thought you were making one of those stupid tiktok videos-- ice! why didn't you tell me?" you whacked the side of her leg as she yelled out dramatically.

you and paige haven't exactly made your relationship public yet and you literally avoided the girl as if she was the plague whenever one of the girls went live. it was honestly all your decision for it to be this way because you didn't want the media to focus on who paige was dating rather than her actual talent and love for her community. you also knew how many fans she had and you could only imagine what they would say about you if they had found out that you were dating the paige bueckers.

"hey, i tried to warn them!" ice defended herself, still trying to concentrate on her game.

"they probably screen recorded the live, too" kk added, looking back and forth between you and unbothered paige.

you groaned as paige wrapped her arms around you, resting her cheek on top of your head. "nah it's fine… you weren't in the camera anyway so they can speculate all they want about it."

laughing, you hugged her back. she had practice earlier tonight so she smelled like fresh clean clothes and the lavender soap she uses. you inhaled and relaxed against her body. "your fans aren't dumb, paige…"

paige pulled back a bit to look at your face. "i don't care. i'm tired of hiding you-"

"um, not to be rude, but can y'all do this lovey-dovey shit somewhere else…" kk feigned disgust and held her stomach as if she was sick.

paige rolled her eyes and you let out another laugh. you said goodbye to her two teammates as your girlfriend grabbed you by the hand and walked you out of the room.

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ghostsbaby · 1 year

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BABE. WE NEED A FANFIC OF THE READER RIDING SIMONS THIGH LIKE RN, LIKE IMAGINE HIM BOUNCING HIS LEG UP AND DOWN TO TEASE THE READER OH MY GOD?

pairing - ghost x fem!babygirl reader

word count - 742

warnings - just some thigh riding, name calling, bad plotting and daddy kink!

a/n - got you baby! hope it’s okay. it’s not a complete fic but had to whip something up. let me know if you want something different. not proof read so if things don’t make sense oops I apologize 🖤🖤🖤

You weren’t facing him. Weren’t witnessing the change in his eyes when he felt your cunts heartbeat against his thigh. Weren’t seeing the amusement in his grin when you didn’t make a sound about it.

So he only did what felt natural. Tease.

He knew how to get your attention while you just sat there in his lap solving a puzzle with your holes untouched and pussy dancing on his thigh. Ghost knew how to fuck with you.

You had just finished the border, putting the last piece in place before moving onto the next section of the 1000 piece puzzle that had a picture of a cute puppy on it with pretty pink flowers. How cute he thought, gonna ruin it.

Of course at this time you weren’t alone. The rest of 141 already joined in the same room while Ghost had plans of turning you into putty. Gaz and Soap were watching a movie while Price began to softly snore on the couch. Perfect.

Looking for matching pieces you were playing oblivious to Ghosts intentions, not even noticing his growing cock under you until you felt the first bounce and heard the light tap of his boot hit the ground.

Your eyes zeroed in on one of the pieces in your hand, coming back from your little princess world of everything perfect now that you know what Ghosts really doing. You were sitting in his lap and occasionally, but purposely fluttering your pussy all over his thigh. You knew he could feel it.

The bouncing of his leg continued and it only made you weaker, starting to lose focus on the puzzle in front of you while the only thing Ghost is paying attention to is your cunt bouncing against him. It wasn’t the first time.

It didn’t take long for your panties to soak. The fabric thin and rubbing against you, his pants having all sorts of pockets and buttons that you find one and press your sensitive bud into it. Fuck he was going to have so much fun with you.

Ghost sat lazily in the chair, watching and waiting your every move while he bounced his leg. Starting off slow before going into a continuous rhythm of trying to get you to come while the boys were in the same room, almost all of them awake. Ghost knows how fucking loud you are and is going to use it against you.

You roll your hips impatiently and deeper. Your feet hanging off the floor under you, only bracing on Ghosts thigh as the puzzle doesn’t exist to you anymore. All hope of you being silent and not giving into your boyfriends shenanigans was thrown out the door.

“Look at you baby. Fuck.”

Low growling in your ear, his pace slightly quickening to see what noises he could get away with. You squeaked, hands bracing against the table while you started to hump Ghosts thigh and he fucking loved it. Ghost didn’t need to look over to notice the shift in Soap’s body and it drove him mad.

Ghost wasn’t even fucking touching you and you were melting all over his leg, riding his thigh like it was his cock you were gonna cum all over. His cock stretched his pants tighter and tighter while you desperately dry humped the Lieutenant.

“Do you want them to see you? Fucking slut.”

His hands finally made contact with your hips as he brought you down even harder against his thigh, making you hump against him vigorously until he could feel your body start to go limp. He held you up effortlessly, pushing his knee up so your clit presses against the buttons on his pocket and rolls your hips in circular motions.

You’re panting, letting out a string of moans before Ghost starts to bring you to orgasm from words you never wanna repeat.

“Come on baby. Ride Daddy’s thigh until you’re making a mess.”

The puzzle pieces scattered on the table started to fall off the table while you whined and whimpered out moans, hitting the ground with just enough noise that Price opens his eyes while you’re shaking against Ghost and he holds you down harder, leaving bruises where he dug his fingers into your sides.

You dared yourself to look in the captain’s direction, turning your head ever so slightly until it’s brought back to the puzzle in front of you by a hand closing your throat.

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angelrari · 2 months

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gossip girl · pt. xvi

based on the tv series gossip girl

max verstappen / charles leclerc x socialité!reader

fc: elsa hosk (y/n) · taylor hill (léa) · barbara palvin (jolie)

a/n: hi everyone!! thank you so much for the comments on the last part, i had so much fun reading them!! this is slowly coming to an end and i can't believe it. but here's a new dose of drama for you, this one is a roller-coaster of emotions!! hope you like it🤍

ps. what are your thoughts on the new f1 season? i was so excited about it, but it feels like it's gonna be pretty easy for max to win the title once again!

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a hint of bleach could still be smelled on the air. you had been cleaning all day, as if wiping every surface of the apartment would remove the traces of the infidelity you had committed. the pictures of last night kept replaying on your mind like a broken record and you could feel the guilt building up every single time max crossed your mind.

last night you had stopped charles before things got out of hand, grabbing his hands when his fingers were unbuttoning your blouse. as much as you wanted him, max did not deserve this. and whilst the memories of the kisses you shared could not be erased, you were glad you did not let it go any further.

charles could not stop thinking about you. from the second he had left your apartment, he was sure that you were going to overthinking about every single thing that happened, blaming yourself over a thing you could not control. he was worried. he did not care about if max was going to be mad at him, but he cared about you, knowing how the guiltiness was going to haunt every single corner of your mind.

"how do you feel?". you heard charles' tender voice through your phone.

"like shit". you answered as you sat on the beige sofa. "i feel guilty as hell, charles".

"i'm sorry".

"i'm sorry too". you said. "things shouldn't have happened like that. max doesn't deserve this and neither do you. fuck, charles, i am dating max, you said you're gonna give léa a second chance. this is messed up".

"i know. i wish things were different". you heard him as he let out a sigh. "when is he coming back to monaco?".

"this afternoon". you replied. "and i don't know what to do. i left abu dhabi earlier because i wanted to figure out what i wanted and now i am more confused than i was before... i cheated on him, charles. i feel like i broke all of my moral rules".

"i'm sorry". he repeated. "are you going to tell him?".

"i should". you answered. "he's gonna hate me for it, isn't he?".

"y/n...".

"charles, i don't know how to do this without hurting you or max".

"don't worry about me". you heard him say. "i knew what i was getting into".

"still, you know that i care about you and that's not going to change".

"y/n". charles started. "i don't know how to be objective in this situation, but i do know i want you to do what's best for you. when i say don't worry about me i mean it. if you want to keep trying with max, i'll accept it without saying a word. if you need me by your side, i'll drop everything and come over... i just want you to know you can count on me, you can call me if you're sad, call me if you're mad, call me to complain about max, even call me to tell me everything i've done wrong if it makes you feel better. and i don't care if it's selfish what i am about to say, but i don't give two fucks about max. i care about you and i want you to be happy, even if that means that i have to watch you be with somebody else. i'll take it as long you're the happiest you've ever been".

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username i don't want to jinx it but what if he finally realized she doesn't care about him

username it's just been a few days since we saw them together...

username maybe she isn't here because she has a life, you should try it too!!

gossipgirl welcome back to monaco!

username now... what do you know?

username spill the tea!!!

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max had arrived earlier than you expected. you had just applied you perfume the moment he rang the bell, leaving a rose scent throughout your whole apartment. the deep gut-wrenching sensation you had been feeling for the past twenty-four hours intensified now you knew it was time to face the consequences of an infidelity. with trembling hands and after taking a deep breath, you opened the door. max gave you a soft smile the moment he saw your face, to which to tried to reply with another half smile.

"hey". he was the first one to speak. "i brought some red wine".

"come in".

max was nervous, you could sense it. his face expressions were not as soft as you remembered them. after you grabbed the bottle of wine, he removed his jacket, asking you where should he hang it. you showed him around your apartment since it was the first time he was here, explaining briefly how the house move was going.

"what do you want to eat? you can eat everything you like now, right?". you asked him and he nodded. "i was thinking of... maybe carbonara? i nail it every single time".

"actually". he said. "i think we should talk about what happened. i don't want to delay this anymore".

"okay". you agreed.

max was leaned against the kitchen, placing his hands on it before letting out a sigh. you stood in front of him, starring into his blue eyes, that now looked a bit lost. you tried to swallow the lump in your throat as you tried to find the perfect words to say, but max was faster to speak.

"i am sorry". max started. "i never should've reacted the way i did and i said things to intentionally hurt you. i should've handled it differently".

"max, it's okay". you managed to say. "the moment it happened i knew we were on the edge, we had way too much to drink and we could not think properly. but the main issue here it's not this argument and we both know it".

"right-".

"i think you know me better than i do". you interrupted him and he tilted his head.

"what do you mean?".

"you were right about how i feel about charles". you answered with a trembling voice. "i have spent these past months trying to ignore it, pretending i am over a relationship that never really died and the truth is i can't do this anymore. i love you, i really do, and i'm not going to hide it just because i have never heard those three words from you, but i don't think i should be in a relationship when i still feel things for charles. i think you deserve to know the truth. you have been the best partner i could've asked for and i know you don't deserve this and i never meant for this to happen-".

"did you cheat on me?". he interrupted you, guessing where the conversation was going.

"we kissed yesterday".

"great". he said as he ran his fingers through his hair. "fucking great".

"i am sorry, max".

"of course you are". he spat as he moved to stand closer to you. "it took you one argument to run back to his arms? you're telling me that you left abu dhabi because we had one stupid fight over him and you were mad because i told you i was jealous and the moment you land in monaco you fucking cheat on me with him? are you serious?".

"i am sorry". you repeated as you felt your eyes watering. he threw his hands in the air as he shook his head.

"this is ridiculous. i have been feeling like shit for three days, overanalyzing every single word i said wondering how to fix things while you were making out with your ex?".

"it isn't this simple, max".

"but it is, y/n!". he interrupted you. "these past months you have been fooling me, making me think there was something special going on between us, while you were thinking of charles the whole time".

"that's not true, max".

"and what's the truth then, y/n?!". he shouted and you felt the first teardrops fall from your eyes. "i have had enough of this shit, i'm glad it's over".

max walked away and you stood in the kitchen, frozen in place, watching him as he loudly slammed the front door of your apartment. you let your body fall to the floor as you let out a sob. as cruel as his words were, there was veracity in them. it was over and it had been your fault. the sadness filled your chest with a deep, heavy feeling that left your lungs with barely no air. you kept thinking about how max would have been the perfect partner, but you had to mess it up.

the guiltiness had kept you awake all night and, even though you were exhausted, your mind could not find peace. for a whole day, you ignored every single message and hanged up every single call. you stayed in bed, letting your thoughts consume you, wondering how different things would have been if you had pushed charles away.

the ringtone of your phone once again filled your silent bedroom. your sister's name popped up one, two and three times in a row on the screen. you decided to pick up the fourth time, just to reassure your sister that everything was fine.

"jolie, i am okay". you said. "please stop-".

"you need to see what gossip girl just posted".

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aweina · 7 months

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ᥫ᭡. stay quiet , tomas vrbada ( 17 + )

tags gn reader. slight exhibitionism. quickie in public. heavy petting. submission. blowjob. + 742 words.

“here?”

“here.”

tomas wearily looked down the long hall, echoed grunts and heavy punches became white noise with each soft kiss and dirty whisper that came out of your mouth. he’s completely red in the face, panting rather pathetically — it was embarrassing.

for you to put him in this state was impressive, not even his grueling training with kuai liang or bi-han could make him this vulnerable.

he’s a hunter, lin kuei. this should not make him weak.

but one thing for sure, tomas gives in too easily — for you, only you.

your nimble fingertips brushed against his bicep, dragging toward his racing pulse point. tomas squirmed at your teasing touches, making you grin in victory. with balmy lips, you feverishly kissed along his jawline, mouthing down on his neck that was marked with faint bruises from your past hideaways. flattening your tongue on his skin, the taste of sweat and smoke makes you hazy with lust.

your lewd display and the feeling of your tongue left tomas steadying himself as he clawed at the wooden walls, his quivering lips paralyzed by his teeth. everything around him became blurry, only your touch and delicate voice filled his senses. it felt good, he’ll admit. it’s only until your saliva-coated lips and wandering hands depart from his body that he becomes alert of his surroundings.

bi-han’s rumbling voice repeating demands and in unison, young voices followed by the sound of fading footsteps left tomas even more frightened.

training was over.

as his attention was elsewhere, you completely sunken on your knees — dusting off the grime and smoke particles off his pants. with a swift hand, you tugged down the pleated garment, tracing your lips at the display of his strong thighs — his skin littered with healed cuts and the occasional freckle. immediately, tomas looks down at you and begins to panic even more.

“please– w-wait a minute.” he pushes you away with a firm grip on your shoulders, furrowing his brows at your offended expression.

he never meant to be that rough with you, but he was desperate to not get caught, especially by the grumpy grandmaster.

“if bi-han catches us, we could be–“ his poor attempt to convince you gets caught in his throat when your hand brushes against the painfully obvious tent along his briefs.

you mentally laughed at the feeling of his nails digging deeper along your shoulder as you rubbed agonizingly slow over the imprint for a few seconds, listening intently to his muffled whimper. you then finally released the hot, tight confinements that his cock was subjected to.

springing to life, his hardened cock nudged your cheek as it pulsates — tip flushed with a bright red as it oozes sticky precum. with each involuntary bob, beads of precum drop on the matted floors, staining your clothing in the process.

it was so pretty, you thought.

tomas tries to swallow a groan, but it spills out his lips and echoes through the quiet hall. he presses his sweaty hands between his back and the wall, shutting his eyes out of embarrassment and the fact is he opens them, all the lecherous thoughts he held back could pour out of his mouth from the sight before him.

you gave his cock an experimental pump as you gently pressed your mouth against his leaky, hot tip to test the waters — licking off the arousal that glazed your swollen lips. tomas leans his head back, exhaling a large amount of air through his nose.

“i promise he won’t find out.” you firmly whispered, loud enough for him to hear you from his position — confidence written all over your gleaming eyes.

tomas knew you were telling the truth, he always trusted your judgment.

although he was still shaken by bi-han’s lingering presence across the long hall, tomas nodded with certainty. this isn’t the last time the both of you successfully sneaked off either, why would this be the last?

releasing his hands from the makeshift restraint, he threaded his fingers sweetly through your hair until he tugged at your scalp with gentle force.

“i’ll be quiet then, promise.” tomas whispered back, a hint of teasing in his declaration.

you smirked up at his sudden act of assertiveness and let his firm grip guide your mouth down onto his cock.

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aphroditelovesu · 3 months

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Hey, i'm also from brazil and i love the way you write! Taking advantage of the fact that I saw you talking about yandere apollo pjo, could you do some headcanons about what he would be like due to the differences? like, in today's world. Would he look at your phone or something?

❝ ☀️ — lady l: it's a headcanon, in a way, but also an imagine, a combo of both! I ended up geting excited and focusing more on the platonic part and I hope everything it's! I hope you like it and forgive me for any mistakes!

❝tw: obsessive and overprotective behavior and fluffy.

❝☀️pairing: yandere pjo!apollo x gender neutral!reader.

❝word count: 742.

Apollo is the god of poetry and will always be writing the most beautiful poems for you. All of his hymns will be dedicated to you and any pop influence he will use as inspiration to worship you. Apollo dedicates each verse to you, each word carefully thought out in the overwhelming love that the god feels, transforming pop influences into hymns of worship.

In the intervals between his divine exploits, Apollo is captured by the passion of modern melodies. Transforming pop influences into passionate songs, his lyres resonate in heavenly places, echoing the immortal feelings he has for his earthly muse.

Apollo as a divine father is smothering and protective. He doesn't give a damn about the rules that govern the gods, not when it comes to his favorite child. He will distribute gifts, presents and will help and support them in everything he can. Apollo will always make it clear that they are his greatest pride.

As you face challenges and monsters, Apollo protects you, interfering in divine destinies when necessary. The sun god becomes a constant presence, guiding and encouraging his favorite child to embrace its heroic nature. Apollo, the divine father, defies heavenly rules in the name of love for his child, doling out divine gifts and guiding them along the path to greatness.

One day, while you were facing a particularly difficult challenge, Apollo decided to intervene in a more direct way. He descended from Olympus, enveloped in golden light, and appeared at your side. His presence was warm and comforting, like the rays of the sun emanating from his divine form.

"My dear child," Apollo said with a beaming smile. "The time has come for me to join you on this journey. Together, we will face the challenges that present themselves, and I will guide you with my divine light."

Apollo watched with beaming pride as his child flourished under divine tutelage. He guided the mortal steps with the light of knowledge, shaping the favorite's destiny as a sculptor carves a masterpiece. Each of his child's deeds was a glorious echo of the pride Apollo felt, reflected in the rays of sunlight that illuminated his celestial face.

Apolo is very connected to modern technology, oddly enough. He would have a cell phone, the best and most expensive, and it would be full of photos of you. His music playlist would have all genres, an eclectic god, after all, he is also the god of music and appreciates all types, honoring his essence as the god of music.

He wouldn't touch your cell phone unless you allowed it or if he had some kind of suspicion. In this case, you can be sure that the god will search your cell phone in search of something. And he will definitely take selfies of himself to leave for you.

During moments of rest, Apollo shared divine stories and ancestral teachings with you. His words were like ethereal songs, dancing in the air and penetrating your heart. Each narrative was filled with wisdom and profound lessons, like the notes of an eternal melody.

On a starry night, after an especially epic victory over a colossal beast, Apollo gathered the gods and goddesses for a divine celebration on Olympus. Heavenly music filled the halls as everyone rejoiced in their achievements and the union between the divine and the mortal.

At the height of the party, Apollo raised his golden lyre and began to sing a song that transcended the limits of Olympus. His melodious voice resonated, telling the saga of his favorite child, full of courage, triumph and divine love. The song inspired tears of joy in the eyes of the gods and goddesses, witnessing the success of his protégé.

At the end of the performance, Apollo looked at you with pride in his eyes. "My child, you are a masterpiece that surpasses any divine song. Your heart is a melody that enchants the gods and transforms Olympus into a more radiant place. May your journey continue to shine like the stars that adorn the night sky."

Since that day, the bond between you and Apollo has only grown stronger. The god's blessings continued to guide you, while the teachings shared under the stars became a beacon of wisdom on his journey. And so, under the protection and love of Apollo, the heroic epic unfolded, marking destiny with the eternal light of the god of music and poetry.

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bangtanintotheroom · 3 months

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Plug & Play (M)(Teaser)

• Pairing: Guitarist!Hongjoong x (F)Reader

• Genre: Non-Idol!AU, Rock Band!AU, Smut, Strangers to Lovers

• Rating: 18+

• Words (teaser): 742

• Summary: Tonight is the night that you quit being a bystander and make a move towards the guitarist on stage with the devilish smile.

• Warnings/themes: a rock show! 🎸, swearing, drinking, pining, Y/N is a horny bean, Hongjoong and his dangerous smiles 🫠, Yeosang the wingman, flirting, making out, semi-public sex, oral (f. receiving), dirty talk, fingering, hitting it from the back, fingers in mouth, finger sucking, protected sex (be responsible!), clothed sex, multiple orgasms

• Notes: Welp, it’s happened; I fell for yet another leader 🙃 which culminated in me going feral over his recent guitar solo and needing to write something related to it. So here it is! I should have this uploaded by Thursday morning, the latest, since I’ll be out of town for a few days. We’re trucking along pretty quickly, so I have faith! 💕

• Teaser Notes: Teasers are a WIP and will not fully reflect the final draft, warnings and themes are subject to change. If you want to be tagged when the final draft is released, either leave a reply or shoot me an ask!

• Taglist: @minttangerines @minisugakoobies @firesighgirl @swga-ficrecs @hyunjinsjeans

“I’m gonna fuck him.”

Yeosang stared at you from behind the counter, wondering if he heard you right amidst the clinking glasses and rock music.

“Excuse me?”

“I said, I’m gonna fuck him, Yeo.”

“Who?”

You rolled your eyes, rotating ninety degrees to point at the object of your desire on stage.

“Him.”

There was little surprise on your end at the scoff you heard from behind.

“You’re still on that mission?”

Your head whipped around incredulously. “Yes! Why are you shocked by this?”

Yeosang’s expression reeked of indifference as he wiped some bottles down.

“Because I thought you would have given up by now.”

“I don’t give up easily, dude—” Your eyes watched as a certain someone tuned their guitar strings. “—especially when I really want something.”

And you really wanted the man you had in your sights.

“Here you go.”

“Thanks. Are you new here?”

Your head shook at Seonghwa’s question. “No, I don’t even work here. Just helping my friend out while he gets slammed with customers.”

The pretty guitarist smiled softly.

“That’s very nice of you.”

Your cheeks couldn’t help but warm a tiny bit, shooting him the same look. “Thank you. He has to listen to enough of my ranting at home, might as well ease his pain somehow.”

Yunho blinked curiously before asking, “You’re roommates?”

“Mhm.”

He made a sound of understanding, yet another voice cut in before he could say anything.

“Thought you looked familiar.”

You focused your sight on Hongjoong, recognition on his attractive face that had your heart beating a little faster.

“Me?”

“Yeah—” His mouth quirked. “—thought I saw you hanging around Yeosang the last few times we were here.”

Oof. You weren’t sure how to react to him basically saying that he recognized you from afar. It wasn’t a bad thing, at all, considering your end goal, but you were surprised he even remembered with the amount of people in this building.

All you could muster was a scratch of the back of your neck, trying not to fluster further under his gaze.

“Haha, that’s me, always bugging him.”

Hongjoong gave a soft laugh, eyes scrunching in humor. It only made you more bashful, trying your best not to rub the toe of your boot into the ground.

Noticing that Yunho was roped into a conversation with the others now, it just left you alone with the lead guitarist.

A window of opportunity!

But for some reason, you couldn’t muster the words to continue speaking with him. Even though he continued to acknowledge you with his gaze, your eyes averted to watch the stage behind the dining tables.

“Hey.”

Your ears perked up, looking up to see Hongjoong eyeing you with curiosity.

“What’s your name?”

A lifesaver.

You had to hold back the large grin you wanted to give, settling for a polite smile instead.

“Y/N.”

“So…”

You turned around, hearing the door shut and lock before Hongjoong approached you, lips curled akin to someone ready to indulge in the sweetest dessert of their life.

“Is this a much better spot?”

Your mouth twisted in humor, nodding as you replied with delight, “Much better.”

“Good.”

The both of you looked into each other’s eyes, bodies thrumming with energy that was ready to be unleashed at any moment. Although, no one made a move for a moment.

That is, until Hongjoong chose to take a step forward, leaving the tiniest of spaces between you two.

Having him so close directly in front of you had even more of an effect than before, his fresh scent invading your nostrils while your heart pumped faster. It got worse when a hand came up to brush some hair behind your ear, his touch making you bite your lip.

Hongjoong noticed your shift and chuckled, “Nervous?”

You shook your head.

“No, just…excited.”

His grin only widened at your admission, sliding his hand down gently cradle your jaw.

“Same. Didn’t think I’d ever get to be up close and personal with Yeosang’s pretty friend.”

Although you were melting inside at the compliment, your eyebrow raised in amazement.

“Really?”

“Mhm.”

“So why didn’t you make a move first?”

You hoped to trip him up, but the guitarist didn’t seem fazed, straight teeth almost blinding you.

“I wanted to see how badly you wanted me.”

His low response brought a mixture of exasperation and lust to you, your eyes rolling as you huffed, “You rockstars and your egos.”

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moumouton4 · 4 months

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Dom Muichiro (Aged up) x Sub fem reader, I'm rewriting it to make it clearer. So she ends up flirting with other Slayers and ends up getting a 'punishment' where Muichiro won't let her cum until she learns her lesson? She whimpers and complains but he is simply cold and still won't let her cum until he realizes that she has really learned her lesson. (again I hope you don't feel uncomfortable as I'm very paranoiac)

Have Your Learned Your Lesson ? || Muichiro Tokito x fem!reader

Part 2 : Have Your Learned Your Lesson ?

A/n : Heyyy sweetie I can assure you it's fineeee ! Also since the "first" part of this seems very close to the one I've already written there ( That Day He Got Jealous Of One Of Your Student ) let's say this is the 2nd part of it

Part 1 : That Day He Got Jealous Of One Of Your Student ✨

Warnings : Muichiro is aged up ofc, dom Muichiro, edging, use of slut twice ( I don't unsually do this but it felt somehow right ), pussy slapping, jealousy, fingering, oral fem!receiver, overstimulation, bredding kink if you squint, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 742

Well you thought you were getting back at him, because as soon as your hand made contact with his bulge he swatted your hand away “No touching ! Unless you want me to tie you up” he said somehow dangerously, sending chills down your spine. Truth be told you wouldn’t have minded him tying you up but right now you wanted to tease him too.

Seeing the glint in your eyes, he figured that you weren’t going to be a good obedient slut girl today. Gripping both your hands, in his, by the wrists, he tugged you to your shared room. His eyes looked all around trying to spot the ribbon he used to tie you with. An evil smirk spread on his lips when he finally found it. And before you knew it he was already rolling it around your wrists, your hands safely placed behind your back.

Soon after he stripped you from your panties, that he slided from your legs. His fingers soon replaced the silky fabric, circling and rubbing your most delicate spots. From your inner thighs to your wet, needy core. His skilled fingers started to inch closer to your quivering hole, before giving in and beginning a slow and teasing fingering motion.

Seeing you starting to squirming he brought his face closer to your ear, whispering lowly “I can feel you tightening around my fingers. Are you going to cum for me so soon ?” again the smirk in his voice was palpable.

Speeding the movements of his fingers he mused “Come on, cum for me Y/n. I can feel you’re close, come one”

You moaned even louder “M-muichiro I’m-”

“Ah ah ah” he spoke nonchalantly, as if he didn’t just deprive you from a climax ( please don’t read this as a laugh 💀 ) “You were close, weren’t you ? I could feel you milking my fingers. So needy” he scoffed, before slapping your pussy.

You yelped, making his devilish smirk grow on his face “What ? You didn’t think I was going to let such a bad girl come after what she did today ?”

“M-Mui- mmmh” your plea was stopped by his fingers who restarted moving in your soaking cunt, squelching sounds filling the room as he continued torturing you.

He kept this little game going for about 30 minutes. Fingering and then rubbing your clit with his now pruned fingers, halting each time you were on the verge of cumming.

Your breath was shallow as you muttered “P-p-please… l-l-let m-me fin-finish… ngh” you whimpered, barely managing to get the words out. You thought that tying you up was your punishment, that he was preparing you to receive him, but no he had decided to edge you instead.

From between your legs, his face glistening with your essence - because yes after a while fingering you he decided it wasn’t enough torture for your to learn your lesson - “Please ?” he chuckled darkly, his tongue flicking your clit once more “If you’re so desperate to finish you can still leave and try your luck with him” he spat “I bet you wouldn’t mind, you slut”

Somehow the harsh words had you throbbing inside, fuck he really know what he was doing. You shook your head trying to get him to understand that you wanted him, only him “N-no ! M-muichiro… mpf I-I want… y-you”

The brat, he didn’t even let you get your words out in peace “Say it again” he demanded through gritted teeth, of course he didn’t stop his oral assaults.

“I-I want you… ah- on-only you” at this you could feel his lips curving upwards in some kind of smile.

“Only me ?” he repeated, your words had just boosted his ego.

“I-l love you Muichiro p-please” you begged.

“Fine” he relented, you had learned your lesson this time, he was sure about it… also the sheets were drenched, as in the hurry he forgot to put some towels to cover. His face inched once more closer to your core, and this time he didn’t lose any time to plunge his tongue inside your tight heat, making your hands struggle behind your back, you wanted to hold his hair so bad.

He seemed to feel it so, with a swift movement he untied them. since you had understood your lesson you were going to be rewarded like a good girl now. First with a long awaited orgasm, and then with a hot load of his cum in your stomach.

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midnightlizard · 3 months

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Worst to best way to wake up

Natasha Romanoff x gn!reader

Summary: Natasha wakes up from a nightmare and you help her recover

A/N: I wrote a few years ago so it's not my best work, but I still think it's worth putting it out here

Warnings: mentions of blood and death (fake)

Word count: 742

Red.

Red was all Natasha could see.

Red on her hands, red on her clothes...red on your clothes, red on your face.

How did she get to this point she didn't know, the only thing she knew was that you were bleeding form all over your body, one of her hands cradling your head, the other on your cheek, giving light slaps to wake you up. Tears streaming down her face, crying out your name.

But you weren't moving.

>>>>

Black.

Black was all you could see.

But you heard some noises and felt someone shaking you.

You opened your eyes and instantly went for the lamp on your nightstand before turning to the source of the noise.

Once the room had that glimmer of light you could see Natasha trashing around on the king sized bed, small whimpers leaving her lips, discomfort evident on her face.

She was having a nightmare. A very bad one it seemed.

You put your weight on your elbow, touching her shoulder and lightly shaking her. She suddenly sat up on the bed, eyes fixated on the wall in front of her.

You knew she wasn't totally here, merely sensing your presence.

You copied her position.

"Nat everything is okay now, it was just a nightmare, can I touch you?"

She shook her head, turning to look at you.

"I'm fine, don't worry"

You raised your eyebrows, sighing softly.

"love, You’re shaking, please let me help you"

"it's not the first time I have a nightmare, I don't need any help"

"Natasha."

The use of her full name and your sweet but stern tone of voice let her knew you weren't going to let this go.

“How much of that did you hear?” she whispered after a second.

"I only felt you tossing around."

You both knew it wasn't the truth, it was to help her talk about her feelings. She sighed.

“I thought you died, you were in my arms but I couldn't wake you up, blood was all over the place, you didn't answer me I didn't know what to do-"

A couple of tears started to make their way down, and before you could talk she interrupted you "is that invitation still on?"

"of course honey, come here" you wrapped her up in your arms, running a hand down her back.

After a while she raised her head from your neck.

You wiped the tears off her cheeks, cupping one, she had now a relaxed expression on her face.

"Can I kiss you?"

You whispered with a cautious smile on your face, causing her to return it before nodding.

The kiss was light, it was just a mean of showing your presence to try and silence the thoughts in her head. You had no powers that could help and shut the nightmares but maybe-

"I love you"

-maybe another noise can distract her.

It was not the first time you said the three words to each other, it just wasn't a common thing, with both being scared of expressing feeling, but it was definitely much harder for the ex spy, who preferred to demonstrate affection through actions.

She threw one leg over your hips, straddling you, her arms around your neck.

“Love is stupid. I don’t know why you like it.”

The readhead casually commented with a teasing smile, playing with the hair at the back of your neck.

"Oh shut up" you laughed, rolling your eyes. You could tell Nat wanted to say something by the way she opened her mouth before closing it right after. Breaking the silence she murmured seriously, "I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me."

"you think?"

"oh shut up" she mimicked your words, hint of her own shyness added.

"well, I know I am in love with you, and that scares me too, but I trust you enough to give you my heart, forever."

She arched her eyebrows, biting her lip to prevent a smile.

"oh yea? is that a proposal?"

"no- I mean I would like to, would love to but this is not the right time, we're both avengers, always busy saving the world, someday when we retire, or- or before, yea even before beca-"

Sweet lips on yours stopped your poorly made up excuse. Once it ended, she had a vulnerable but trusting look, reserved just for you.

"if you prepare a better speech I think the answer might just be yes."

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist

MCU Masterlist - General Masterlist

#mcu x reader #mcu #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #black widow #black widow x reader

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full-cowlings · 1 year

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𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐓 ̶𝐏̶𝐀̶𝐓̶𝐈̶𝐄̶𝐍̶𝐂̶𝐄̶ ̶

includes | nsfw content drabble , izuku x fem bodied! reader, ( though no pronouns other than ‘you’ used ) , fingering , orgasm denial , brat / brat taming , izu being sweetly condescending , i think that’s all? please let me know if i forgot something !

word count ; 742

It’s almost terrifying how fast that switch in Izuku can change. His patience is far too much for any of his comrades to even begin to understand, but you see that side of him that makes you wanna protest against them.

For he could be giving you the sweetest smile that you have ever seen… That was if there was no underlying message hidden beneath the surface of his lit up features.

For that smile wasn’t the one of nurturing and love like everyone around you thinks it is.

No, in fact it’s far from it.

It’s a silent warning.

A warning to let you know that if you keep running your mouth, that when you guys get home, a reward is the farthest thing from what you’re getting.

And you almost didn’t believe him… until you did.

Because after dragging you back to your shared home, the number one pro-hero had you seated on his lap, your back flushed against his chest and your thighs spread on either side of his own legs.

And you had the nerve to laugh, to sigh contently as his callused and scarred fingers shoved inside of you.

Oh, what a mistake that was.

“Oh, baby…” Izuku mused, almost with a disappointed sigh.

His fingers soon quickened their pace and for a second you were confused as to why his viridian eyes darkened in turn.

Izuku always did spread you out so well , the callused pads of his fingers working you out as he scissored your insides. His hands were rough and scarred from his past years of attending U.A High School , let alone the ones he’s attained through his career as the top pro hero. Yet they always knew how to get you to turn into putty at his hands. And only his hands.

And he swore he could throw his head back, swore he could cream in his boxers and pants at the mere lewd sound of your wetness squelching around him alone.

But he resisted the urge to do so tonight, shoving the urge to groan and shove you down on the nearest surface , his strong build that he’s built up over the years looming over you as he pinned you down and took you right then and there .

This was supposed to be a punishment, after all.

His fingers sped up his movements as they curled and hit that spongy spot inside of you just right, a satisfied hum coming from him upon hearing such lewd sounds coming from you.

Izuku’s head leaned down to pepper soft kisses against the flushed skin of your neck and shoulder before biting down softly on it, well, softly at first, for he was determined to mark you up as his after all. Perhaps then you’d think before you acted up again.

His thumb moved from the rest of his fingers to rub soft circles against your clit, feeling how you squirmed on his lap and how your perfect cunt clenched around him just right at the feel of the calloused pads of his fingers pressing against that spot .

“Gonna cum for me, my love?”

And you nodded, hips rocking against his hands and fingers as you felt him stretch you out, how you felt just his fingers alone fill you up and hit you so deep.

Then, suddenly as your back arched against his toned chest, his movements stopped completely upon feeling you clench so hard around him, feeling you squeeze him.

Your mind was foggy and hazy, but you still gave a soft whine at the loss of movement, your hips rocking against his hand again to try and get some friction. Which caused Izuku to give a soft ‘tsk’ in reply.

“Come on, sweetheart… did you really think you’d get to cum after the stunts you pulled tonight? Only good pets get to cum, you know that…” he asked as his hands lifted from your cunt, hovering just slightly over it so he could still feel the heat radiating from you.

… and Izuku Midoriya sure intended it to be one.

His fingers drew lazy circles over your clit and your slit, feeling how sensitive you were from just one orgasm denial out of many more that were bound to come.

“Come on, baby, you can take it. Be good for ‘zuku and then maybe you’ll get to cum tonight.”

But Izuku had patience…

He just hoped you’d have some tonight too.

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writerscall · 5 months

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Baling Christmas cookies with Hazel 😭😭

author's note/s: 742 words. not so much of the baking itself but it does set the scene for this. sapphic fluff 4 dayz, as the kids like to say

If you had to swat her hand away from the bowl of cookie dough one more time, you were going to lose your mind. Or maybe put the bowl in the fridge and find a way to lock it as you finish up your current batch of cookies.

“Hazel, seriously,” you tsk at her.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop. But I did tell you that I’m a sucker for chocolate chip cookies - baked and unbaked.”

Hazel shrugs and puts her hands up as if to say, ‘What can you do?’, and you can only roll your eyes at her affectionately as you move the bowl away from her. She was always a nice little distraction to your daily tasks and in stressful situations, but you really needed to get your baking done before mid-afternoon. The holidays weren’t in full swing just yet but you didn’t wanna do your Christmas shopping when everyone else was; huge crowds weren’t Hazel’s thing and they weren’t yours either. Besides, even though you didn’t know what to buy, it’d be nice to know which shops to visit again once you do.

“You can have them once they’re out of the oven and cooled. They’re yummier and healthier that way,” you say pointedly. “But that won’t happen if you keep distracting me.”

She hums, walking around the island and stopping right behind you. She presses a kiss to the back of your head before snaking her arms around your waist, her chin resting atop your shoulder. You smile to yourself as you lean back, letting her sway the two of you in silence as you continue shaping the dough.

After a moment, she asks, “Why are you making all of this so early, anyway? Isn’t baking treats supposed to be during the twenties of December when it’s really Christmas already?”

You shrug, placing another cut out soon-to-be sugar cookie on the tray. “Force of habit. It’s kind of like a tradition my parents and I have for the season, helps us prepare to get into the holiday spirit and all that before doing some early shopping or just window-shopping. You have something like that too, right?”

Hazel tightens her embrace as you feel her shake her head. “My family’s not the type. Mom puts in more effort at the PTA meetings for the school’s Christmas events than she does in decorating our own house — and before you ask, yes, the house does have decorations. It’s just that we have people that come over to put them out and around the whole place.”

A frown spreads across your face at that. You knew the Callahan family situation was pretty rocky which was why the two of you never really talked about it unless she brought something up, but hearing little bits and pieces of Hazel’s home life always made you feel sad. It sucked that she and her family fit right into the ‘rich family but not rich in family’ stereotype. “I can help you decorate, if you want.” Thinking about doing her humongous house was a bit dizzying, but it’s not like they had to do it all in a day.

You place the cookie cutter down and turn around to face her, and Hazel has the softest look on her face that you almost forget what you were going to say. “Would that be okay?”

“Yes,” she answers without hesitation. You chuckle at her eagerness, wrapping your arms around her shoulders to bring her closer. “That’d be so okay. I think that would be really, really great actually, and then maybe we can… wait, but didn’t you say you were gonna go look for gifts later?”

“Traditions can be altered. It’d be nice for the two of us to have one of our own, don't you think?”

She rocks back on her heels, beaming at you as she nods vigorously.

You grin back at her before pressing a kiss to her cheek, then moving your positions around so that she was facing the countertop and you were hugging her from behind. “Okay, part of this new tradition too is that you actually help me bake these cookies, so go and get to it, Callahan.”

“Yes ma’am,” she says in a mocking soldier-like voice, but she does pick up the cookie cutter without another word.

You let a few seconds pass before going, “Oh, and Hazel?”

“Yeah?”

“Please don’t get any ideas about eating the cookie dough again.”

Hazel barks out a laugh. “No promises, pretty girl.”

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sleepiexx · 5 months

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Sleepy Nights With You

Leon Kennedy x fem!Reader

Note: it’s been a long ass time since I’ve written something so here’s a little holiday treat :’)

Summary: Leon comes home and comes to the realization of just how lucky he is as he sits with his loving gf

Warnings: like one little innuendo

Word count: 742

It was late, and she was asleep when he got home.

The sound of the tv echoed quietly from the living room to the bedroom, with its door slightly ajar only serving to amplify the noise. Y/n hadn’t remembered watching tv the night before, much less leaving it on, so the noise confused her in her sleepy stupor. Not thinking straight, she stood from her bed, feeling the cool night air nipping at her. She rubbed her arms, suddenly feeling freezing cold at the loss of her duvet. Quietly, she began trudging her way to the living room.

She had to rub her eyes at what she saw, certain that it was just a dream. But sure enough, facing the tv was a blond mop of hair.

“Lee?” She mumbled.

His head turned from the tv to her, a big grin breaking out on his face, “Hey, sweetheart.”

She walked closer and he patted his thigh, beckoning her to sit. She did not have to be told twice, taking her rightful place straddled over his lap.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” She whined, cuddling up close to him, nuzzling her nose into the side of his neck and breathing in his scent.

He laughed, rubbing her back, “I tried but I couldn’t do it after I tried shaking you and you rubbed your head against my arm. Tried to snuggle you until I fell asleep but I’m still a little restless.”

She smirked against his neck, “should have kept trying to wake me up, I coulda helped with the restlessness.”

He nudged her head out of his neck so she would look at him, smirking right back down at her, “oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” she broke out into a grin and leaned in to kiss him.

He happily reciprocated, glad to be at home with his girl in his arms. There wasn’t a better feeling in the world than this. All he could think about throughout his mission was getting home to his girl. He daydreamed about her often, of her hair, her soft lips, her big bright eyes. Anything you could name, he had thought of. Years back, he was caught up on Ada, every mission spent wondering if and when she would pop up. Now, he wouldn’t even give her the time of day. Why would he when he had moments like this waiting for him at home?

“I love you.” He mumbled into her lips, he could feel them perk up ever so slightly.

“I love you too.”

She pressed her head to his chest with upturned lips. Her head tilted slightly so that she could watch the tv as she resigned herself to sitting here with him until he finally got tired. Time with him was precious, she wouldn’t waste it no matter how tired she was.

Despite her plan, Leon was deadly perceptive and there was no getting anything past him; especially not when it related to her well being. He could hear her yawn loud and clear. She was exhausted and yet she kept herself up because she wanted more time to spend with him. The sentiment warmed his heart. Leon had never known love like this, love so unconditional where you give them your everything and they give their’s right back. He lightly scratched at her scalp, “go to bed, baby, I’ll be here in the morning.”

She shook her head groggily, “not going to bed ‘til you do, I’ll sleep on the couch next to you.”

And he knew she was dead serious and insanely stubborn, so he made it as comfortable as he could. He laid himself across the couch so they could snuggle and he grabbed the throw blanket which was strung across the back of the couch, tucking the both of them tightly under it.

He brushed her cheek lightly, “get some rest, I’ll carry you to bed when I get tired.”

She shook her tired head, “you don’t have to do that, just wake me up.”

“Okay,” he agreed, he would absolutely not be doing that, but it’s better she spend the time sleeping than arguing.

Fate felt differently, however. With the weight of his love like a safety blanket, grounding him, nestled snug on his chest, Leon was at peace. So much so that he was ever so slowly lulled into a restful sleep, not due to wake up until later in the morning the very next day.

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edenalieth · 29 days

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A SPIDER-HAN STORY...

Words: 742 words, spiderverse!au Song rec: Sunflower by Post Malone & Swae Lee

A.N: hello hello! im back into my spiderverse era lately and who would be better than the han peter himself for a short story ? hope you will enjoy it! more is coming (hopefully...) soon :), maybe my very first full length jisung fic... who knows... — 240401

His limbs felt sore after his last fight. Massaging his left arm, he checked his body, looking for any important damage. Physical and material ones. He had been a bother for Mr.Stark… Endangering him because of his clumsiness. Thankfully, his mentor had more experience, knew how to keep his composure and perfectly controlled his equipment. However, the silent treatment the youngest had received couldn’t be mistaken. Mr.Stark was mad at him.

Jisung sighed loudly, pacing the rooftop of a building, as the scenes of the fight kept looping in his mind. Every single mistakes he had made were becoming clear and he couldn’t help but think that he had been fucking stupid to do such things. He just wanted to impress his role model, prove him that he was worth of his trust and that he could help on a bigger scale. Not just run after simple thieves or rescue Mrs.Yoon’s cat from a bad fall. He sighed again, head between his hands, fingers entangled in his hair. He looked at his mask, already torn here and there. Was he enough to call himself a hero ? A mix of guilt and shame was compressing his chest, the raging buzz of the city under making his head spin, his breathing getting quicker and chaotic. He couldn’t even hear himself think anymore. He clenched and unclenched his fists repeatedly, fighting the urge to punch onto something, anything. He had to calm down. Grabbing his crossbody bag, he threw it over his chest and shoulders and pulled down his mask. He checked that everything was correctly settled before putting his headphone over his covered ears. Deep breath. The downtown kept growling, like a beast, hidden by the high walls of the buildings and skyscrapers which were looking like claws. Again, his legs started to move. His steps were echoing on the asphalt. Faster, he thought to himself, pushing his muscles into their limits, his small strides turning into sprint. Soon, his feet met the edge of the roof, a swift jump over it, his eyes being dazzled by the tremendous city lights. He opened his arms, diving into the void beneath him. His fingers met the button on the side of his headphone, turning on the noise cancelling feature, finally finding peace. He shut his eyes close, enjoying the sensation he once feared which now felt like his only escape from his amazing yet stressful life as Spider-Man. When he began his late night strolls, he wasn’t going too far nor too high, yet unsure of his web shooters and of the distance separating him from the walls and ground. Not long after, it became his routine, his haven.

Air was molding around him, like a blanket. He only opened his eyes when his spidey-sense warned him to do so. Smoothly, he shot a web on the nearest wall and started to swing from building to building. Jumping, letting himself free fall for a bit, clinging on a window, keep going. He even found himself chuckling while doing so. What a thrill… His relaxing time was cut short when he felt something buzzing inside his bag. Right after, he opened it and grabbed his phone, not noticing that several things were falling along the way… The screen softly lit up. A picture of him, his best friend Seungmin and you, appearing on it. He had three miss called. Two of his aunt and one from you. That was kind of rare and his heart skipped a beat. It was useless trying to deny the fact that he had a longtime crush on you. You became friends the second year of high school, creating a fine trio with Seungmin. Since then, you had never stopped to amaze him by your mind and beauty. In a blink of an eye, he perched himself on the fence of some emergency stairs and tapped on your name. Few ringtones.

- You’re finally calling me back ! What took you so long ? Anyway, just wa-

His ears were welcomed by the soft tone of your voice despite your fake annoyed state. He was smiling to himself, holding his phone tenderly, swaying his feet in the air. Maybe one day he would be able to confess to you, to tell you all about this, to make you come along his little strolls. However, for that wish to become true, he had to be worthy of the title named: hero.

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