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souryoong · 1 year

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good for you | myg (18+)

Pairing: boyfriend!yoongi x f!reader

Genre: smut!! (18+ readers only pls), established relationship

Word Count: 2,278

Summary: you've been teasing your boyfriend over text while he's been away in paris for business, and he comes home early to teach you a lesson.

Warnings: mentions of sexting, cunnilingus, fingering, making out, clitoral stimulation, tongue kissing, praise kink, edging, reader gets teary, orgasm denial, hitting it from the back, creampie (god I still hate that word!!). also showering together is henced because after all, they are a couple.

Authors Note: hi guys!!! welcome to my own version of march madness (some watch basketball, I write smut. jk I do like basketball too.) I said it before, but just in case you didn't hear, I am celebrating yoongi's bday as well as my own this month by posting my favorite pisces 2 (or 3? its the aries in me to be a menace) times this month. enjoy the smut and happy birthday to my twin flame, yoongi!!

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Yoongi’s patience with you seemed to always be never ending. Nothing that you did ever seemed to cross the line, and when it did, you knew.

Well, today was one of those days.

Yoongi had been in Paris for work for a few days, and with the time difference, you got bored at night and stayed up late, sending him pictures and videos of yourself. They started off with sending him cute outfits that you bought, and then lingerie. However, he stopped responding when you sent him a video of yourself in the bathtub, making you wonder if you might have taken things a little too far. You didn’t want to interrupt him if he was dealing with important business.

Feeling kind of panicky and unsure what Yoongi was thinking, you eventually went to bed, hoping he would somehow not see it, or completely forget about it.

In the morning, you woke up to a text from Yoongi.

Yoongi: You like teasing me like that don’t you, distracting me from work?

You knew he wasn’t actually mad, he probably did enjoy what you were sending him, but maybe it was a bad time.

You thought for a second, and sent a quick text back to him.

You: Just thinking about you, baby.

Hoping that smoothed things over, you went on with your day. Since the time difference, you weren’t expecting to hear from Yoongi until later on in the night.

Later on, when you were winding down for the night, changing into your pajamas, your boss at work called a zoom meeting, discussing some business endeavors.

Since you were very much not modest — your pajamas were a pair of underwear and a big t shirt, your camera was turned off so no one could see you.

The meeting felt like it was going on for forever, you had one of your AirPods in even though sometimes you felt like you probably weren’t even paying attention. The good thing was is that you probably didn’t have to talk.

You pulled your knees in towards your chest in your chair at your desk, taking a drink from your glass that was next to your computer mouse. Suddenly, you heard a knock, but brushed it off as one of your coworkers making noise. You didn’t look away from your computer screen.

A few seconds later, there was another knock that was slightly louder than before; making you realize it was in the room and not coming from the computer. You looked around the room and was almost in disbelief when you saw Yoongi leaning against the doorway, one of his hands in his pocket of his tan colored suit.

“Yoongi?” You questioned him quickly. “I thought you wouldn’t be home until tomorrow.”

Yoongi stepped towards you. “My manager told me there was an earlier flight, so I left right after my event; hence why I’m so dressed up.”

“Yeah, you look so sexy.” You complimented him as he walked behind you. “What made you decide to leave early?”

That was a stupid question.

“Oh did someone suddenly forget what she did to me?” Yoongi’s large hands were on your shoulders.

You were silent, looking at your computer.

“Hey sweetheart. That was a question.” Yoongi leaned down, his low voice in your ear.

“I forgot about it.” You responded, reaching to rest one of your hands onto his.

“I’m not mad. You can send me whatever you want; you know that.” Yoongi brushed a piece of hair away from his face. “But to send me a video of you in the bathtub, while I’m sitting at a meeting? I had to cover my lap like I’m a goddamn teenager.”

You smirked to yourself at his reaction, not realizing he wasn’t done talking.

“Now I’m in the mood to edge you until you cry. Make you learn your lesson.”

You bit down on your bottom lip. Fuck. You knew Yoongi meant it when he said things like that.

“Yoongi, I —" You started to speak, but you were cut off.

“Hey, looks like someone has a meeting to listen to, right?” You wondered how long he was standing there earlier as he planted a few kisses along your neck, making you close your eyes. He was for sure pushing your buttons as you hummed in response.

“How was Paris?” You tried to distract your mind, at this point you weren’t even paying attention to your meeting.

“It was nice. I think you’d like it. Next time you should go with me.” One of his hands was now on your inner thigh, and you knew for sure that you were probably soaking your panties.

“I think —“ Your words were cut off when Yoongi’s fingers brushed against your clothed clit, making you swallow hard.

He moved one of your legs to rest on top of the desk, giving himself full view of your panties that were in fact soaked.

“Already worked up for me?” It was a stupid question to ask; you always were.

“Yoongi.” You spoke, a neediness in your voice.

He moved your chair back, somewhat startling you. Then he was hovering over you; his face close to yours. He gave you a quick kiss, making your heart flutter.

He slipped his fingers underneath the waistband of your panties. “Lift your hips.” Yoongi suddenly spoke, and you did.

Yoongi pulled down your panties, swearing to himself when he saw how wet you were. Stuffing them in his suit pocket, he turned your chair and got on his knees in front of you.

“Fuck.” Yoongi muttered to himself, putting his hands on your thighs. You felt like you were holding your breath. Trying to focus on your computer screen, but also trying to brace yourself for Yoongi’s tongue or fingers.

Yoongi barely touched your clit with his thumb; making you jump. He pressed harder, moving in slow circles.

You let out a sigh, practically feeling your arousal dripping out of you at this point. Yoongi paused for a second, pulling your hips towards himself so that you were sort of laying back in your chair; and more comfortable. Just as you looked away from Yoongi, you felt him push his middle and ring finger inside of you, pressing against your front wall hard.

You cried out his name, leaning your head back.

“You’re so fucking wet.” Yoongi grunted. “Fuck.” He was right, you could hear the squelching noises from his fingers going in and out of you.

Yoongi didn’t say anything before leaning down and sucking your clit into his mouth; forming a rhythm with the way his fingers were moving in and out of you.

Your body shuddered when his fingers brushed against your sweet spot; and you knew you weren’t going to last long if he kept going like this.

One of your hands was in his long, dark hair; trying to hold him there. You could feel yourself getting close, hanging on the edge of your orgasm.

Until suddenly, Yoongi stopped.

“Yoongi!” You were so frustrated, panting. “What the fuck?”

“Baby.” Yoongi spoke lowly, kissing your inner thigh. “Did I say that you could cum?”

“No.” You sighed, looking towards your computer screen.

“Be good for me.” Yoongi glanced up at you, giving you a look that gave you chills and reminded you that you were practically naked in your home office, while he was still fully clothed.

He suddenly stood up in front of you, removing his tan suit jacket; and then throwing it off to the floor. Yoongi leaned in close, grabbing your jaw and giving you a deep kiss; making you taste your own arousal.

“Can you do that for me?” His voice was barely above a whisper.

“Yes.” You answered, even though it didn’t sound very promising. “But Yoongi, I think I might have to talk in this.”

“Then you can talk.” Yoongi pressed three of his fingers against your clit, then in a half of a second they were inside of you again.

Yoongi was going way harder than before; fucking you with his fingers. He stood up, trying to get better leverage. You felt his fingers bump your sweet spot, making you grab onto him; practically begging him not to stop.

“Yoongi, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” Your voice was a whine as your walls were clenching his fingers.

On the brink of your second orgasm, you could hear the squelching noise coming from between your legs; realizing that you were probably gushing at this point.

“Yoongi.” You whined, pulling him in for a kiss.

You felt his fingers leave you again, making you let out a sob of a moan against his mouth. At this point you wanted to cry. You wished that your stupid meeting was over and Yoongi was pounding you into your mattress.

“Yoongi, I don’t know if I can take it anymore.” Your voice was shaky as you exhaled.

“I think you can handle more.” Yoongi answered you. He was right, you always liked to push yourself until you found your limit.

You let out a whine when you felt his fingers teasing your entrance again. “Yoongi, please.”

In what seemed like perfect timing; you heard everyone in your meeting saying their goodbyes and wrapping up.

“Alright have a good night everyone, see you Monday morning.”

You watched Yoongi in front of you undoing his belt, and throw it onto the floor with a thud. You quickly unmuted yourself in the meeting to say good bye, then left.

You took out the one AirPod you had in your right ear just in time for Yoongi to grab your chin with one of his hands, kissing you with such a force you thought he’d bruise you.

You grabbed onto his wrist when he simultaneously slipped his tongue into your mouth as his fingers started rubbing your now over sensitive clit.

Yoongi let out a moan into your mouth, making your core clench around nothing.

You broke away from the kiss, his face was still close to yours. Practically aching for him, you whined. “Yoongi, please.”

Swiping his tongue over his bottom lip, Yoongi stood back up, and began unbuttoning his shirt. “Go to the couch. With your back towards me.”

As Yoongi’s shirt was discarded onto the floor, you got up out of your chair; your legs feeling like they didn’t belong to yourself at first. The couch was only a few steps away from your chair at your desk.

You put your knees onto the seat of the couch, then leaned your upper body onto the back rest. Never thinking you’d be having sex in your office; you were glad that this couch was surprisingly roomy.

Hearing movement and fabric rustling, you could only assume that Yoongi’s pants were now off. He moved his hand along the small of your back, pushing your t shirt up to expose more of your body to him.

“Fuck.” Yoongi swore as you arched your back, getting ready for him. “Look at you.”

You let out a moan when you felt his cock head against your entrance, and you moved, trying to fuck yourself onto him.

Yoongi grabbed a hold of your hips, keeping you still he pushed himself inside of you; bottoming out in one thrust.

“Fuck!” You let out a moan, your mouth falling open.

Yoongi sucked in a harsh breath. “God, you feel so fucking good.”

You put your knees further apart on the couch in attempts to feel him a little deeper.

“Yoongi, fuck.” You slightly turned, grabbing onto his wrist as he held onto you. “Don’t stop.”

You felt him nudge your g-spot, making your walls abruptly clench around him. You could tell that your orgasm was somewhat close.

Suddenly Yoongi pulled you up so your back was against his chest; the new angle making you feel him so deep it was like he was in your stomach.

Your eyes were watering as you still clutch onto him. “Fuck, Yoongi I’m so close.” Leaning back into him, he planted a few kisses along your shoulder and neck.

Yoongi reached between hour legs with one hand and started to rub your clit, and your legs started to shake underneath you.

Your eyes were getting teary as Yoongi’s pace never faltered. “Yoongi, please.” Your voice was a whine. “Let me cum.”

“Yeah, you wanna cum?” Yoongi’s voice was breathy against your neck.

“Please.” You leaned into him, one of your hands making its way to his dark hair as you craned your neck to kiss him. “Tell me I’m a good girl.”

Yoongi grunted, starting to fuck into you so hard that you fell forwards back onto the couch. “My good girl.” It was almost as if he was enunciating the words with his thrusts.

“Oh god.” The words left your mouth like a sob as your orgasm crashed into you; this time Yoongi doing nothing to stop it. Your body nearly trembling as Yoongi continued fucking into you. “Fuck.”

“Shit.” Yoongi swore under his breath, his hips stuttering before releasing himself inside of you.

“Yoongi.” You whined at the feeling before it was apparent it was running down your inner thigh. You laughed slightly. “My couch.”

“What?” He was panting, then laughed with you. “Sorry, baby.”

You turned to face him. “God, what time is it? I’m exhausted.”

“You’re telling me. I’m jetlagged as fuck right now.”

You looked up at him, both of you were sweaty, fucked out, and exhausted.

“I’m happy you’re home.”

Yoongi smiled at you, pulling you up off of the couch. “Me too, now let’s take a shower and go the fuck to bed.”

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Tags: @dearlyjoonie @thepurpleghost @che-er-ful @thoughtfullysassysublime @yoongiscta @polyparkj

#bts smut #min yoongi smut #suga bts #yoongi smut #bts fanfic #min yoongi x reader #happy yoongi day!!!#souryoong march madness

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kirbyskisses · 1 year

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idk soft dom very tired jason todd has been holding my mind hostage 🫠 coming home after a long night and walking in on u devastated because u've been soaked for an hour (rip) but u can't make urself come so ur near / in tears when he finds u. i feel like u kinda hide urself from him bc he must be exhausted but also ask him to please help u maybe,,

hiiiii anon!!! sorry this took sooo long, university is kicking my ass. anyway; fem!reader, latino!jason w/ spanglish nicknames, vv soft, praise kink. i hope you like it!!! tagging: @mxonigirimiya @reveluving and @sems-diarie. also i guess this is a celebration because I JUST HIT 2K

“fucking hate this city.” jason mumbles, lying to himself. if he truly hated gotham he wouldn’t be working so hard to defend it. he just hates how much the endeavor takes out of him.

still, he loves many a thing about gotham - principle of all, he loves that gotham has you. his one spot of hope, his angel of light who’s always smiling away in his apartment for him like a shining beacon in otherwise dark terrain.

but this time you’re not greeting his tired body at the door. you’re not shining that heart-melting smile in the kitchen. you’re not even ignoring his presence in the living room because your head is buried a book or focused on a show or because you’re agitatedly writing a document for work.

“baby?” he calls out, voice still distorted by the red hood helmet. he shrugs and takes it off. he gives an exhausted smile up spotting the clothes that you left out for him. it comforts him that they still carry a semblance of your comforting scent - it only makes him long to cuddle you in bed.

oh! the bedroom! he almost laughs at the idiocy of not thinking to check there, slipping on the pajamas expecting to find you having fallen asleep or gotten distracted from his earlier shout by scrolling through your phone.

he doesn’t not expect to see his pretty angel bouncing frustratedly on a fake silicon cock, wearing one of his oversized shirts, fingers desperately rubbing at your chubby clit. even in the dark with tired eyes, he thinks he can make out wet spots on the covers.

he doesn’t announce his presence with anything more than a cough and a click of the lamp; immediately your glossy eyes turn to him in embarrassment.

“you look like you need some help there, sweet thing.” he gives a tired smirk when your eyes meet.

“j-jay!” your voice cracks. “i didn’t - i thought-”

“were you waiting up for me?” he yawns a bit and walks his heavy form closer to you, arms caging you in as he leans over, green eyes admiring your trembling lips.

“had a bitch of a patrol - but clearly i shouldn’t have kept my baby waiting. let me make it up to you.”

“ ‘s okay. jay you’re tired a-and it’s late.” you sigh out, still stuttering from teetering on the edge of a high, foggy brain trying to be reasonable despite your boyfriend kissing down your neck.

“ay, cariño… how long?”

“how long?” you repeat, dumbfounded and he lets out a low chuckle.

“how long have you been trying to make her cum while i was gone?”

you feel yourself gush a little bit more at how jason refers to your core like its own person. you hesitate as he sucks a mark into your neck, threads of spit connecting his lips to the bruised skin.

“tell me, baby. don’t be embarrassed.”

“a-… an hour…”

“an hour? fuck, pobrecita… ‘m gonna take care of her now, aight? spread your legs for me.”

you do as he says, as always, gaining a smirk and a kiss to your clit from your act of obedience.

“she’s crying baby.” he pulls the soaked fake toy out and tosses it. he gives a teasing, unimpressed laugh, finger rolling over the soaking bud and making you whimper.

“heh. no wonder you couldn’t get off princess with that; i’ve gotten you too used to something bigger.” you hear the fabric of his boxers drop. “usually i’d use my tongue but you’ve gone and prepped yourself for me so well, mamita.”

“please…” you sniffle, still feeling bad for bothering him. “pl-please help, i don’t - jay, i don’t wanna wait anymore.”

he shushes you - his large, battle-scarred hand gentle stroking your cheek and the other guides his fat tip to kiss your warmth.

“sshh. i gotcha, sweetheart.”

“ ‘m sorry…” you whisper out still feeling like a burden for your neediness - lengthening his already difficult night.

“no. no te preo. don’t you be sorry. you did so good, mamita, y’know that? i should be thanking you for letting me have this sweet treat.” jason makes a loud groan as he inches in.

“fuckkk… i’ll take care of ya, sweet thing. you just relax and let me do everything fr’m here.”

jason loves to feel needed. if you need him, he’s there - no matter the cost or the exhaustion.

and if he gets to sink his fat cock into a soaking wet, tight little pussy while doing so - that’s just the cherry on top.

#jason todd x reader smut #jason todd #latino jason todd #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #red hood #x reader #smut #request #kirby’s asks🌸

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kyojurismo · 8 months

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Could I please have some Hawks x F!Reader

Reader and Keigo get into a heated argument, and within that argument they are yelling at each other and they get closer to each other and boom they have heated angry sex 😩

Please and thank you uwu

character : keigo takami / hawks

tags : fem!reader, nsfw, crying, make up sex, biting, fingering, spanking, unprotected sex, half of this is not proofread lol + i take this opportunity to remind that english isn’t my first language so i’m sorry in advance.

notes : i’m deeply sorry it took me so long >_< i was super unsure about this piece & i had problems writing it lsksn, i hope you’ll enjoy it <3

you knew keigo. you knew him pretty well after more than a year of being together. but damn, it stung like the first times.

you gripped the magazine between your hands, staring at the pictures of keigo with multiple girls. they were all smiling and hugging him a bit too closely, practically pushing their breasts close to his face.

but you knew keigo.

“the public opinion is important for a pro-hero, y’know,” that’s what he usually said when you brought up the numerous tabloids and magazines for teenagers. it means nothing to keigo, they’re just young girls taking pictures with a pro hero, he has to be kind and accept because that’s also his work.

“bullshit!” you threw it away and got up from the couch, deciding to go prepare something for lunch.

you were tired, and maybe you were in the wrong too, but not being the one next to him after more than a year of being officials made your heart clench in your chest. it was unfair to see your boyfriend act like that and not being able to hold hands in public without getting “assaulted” by multiple people just because he’s the no. 2 pro hero.

after a couple of hours, as you were sitting on the couch watching a show, keigo came home. he announced he was back but you ignored him, not answering. well, that was surprising.

you would usually come running, leaving whatever you were doing, and hug him before kissing him. he entered the kitchen and noticed you left his dinner on the counter, and it was cold now. maybe you got distracted by something and forgot to put it in the oven. he grabbed the plate and walked to the living room, smiling when he noticed you.

“hey babe,” he said and sat beside you, going in to kiss you. as you used your hand to stop and push him away he frowned, not really expecting it. “the hell?” he held the plate and was about to start eating when you decided to speak.

“the hero magazine came out today, i found it in mailbox this morning,” you said while keeping your eyes glued on the tv screen, even though you weren’t following what was actually going on in the show. “okay??” keigo glanced at you in confusion, trying to understand what was going on and why you looked so upset.

“that’s all you have to say?” you spat, clenching your fists. “babe, i don’t know what you’re talking about. can you explain so i’ll see if i can fix it?” he kept his tone calm as he wasn’t really the type to yell or anything. “you don’t– are you for real?” you suddenly got up, grabbed the magazine from the bin and literally threw it his way, everything under keigo’s confused gaze.

he glanced at the magazine, checking the cover and noticed there was a picture of him in a corner, on the right. endeavor took the whole cover, he was no. 1 after all. “you’re mad because i’m not the poster boy?” he asked in an amused tone, taking another bite of his food. that irritated you even more, so you grabbed it and opened it to the page showing keigo with multiple girls. he caught glimpse of the pages way before you threw it at him once more, staring down at him.

“they’re hawks fans,” he explained nonchalantly, resuming eating. was he gonna ignore the elephant in the room? “keigo,” you stared at him with cold eyes. “jeez, just tell me what’s the matter alright? i’m tired [y/n], i just got home from a mission. go easy on me, yeah?” he sighed while tilting his head against the back of the couch, a bit annoyed by the situation. “go easy on me? you’re away most of the time and when you’re not on missions you have all these young girls jumping at you, trying to kiss you and touch you! have you ever imagined how i feel seeing my lover in such situations and having some shitty magazine spit the pictures at my face?!”

“so that’s your problem. you’re just jealous,” keigo glanced at you before resuming eating. you felt your chest tightening at his words, because well yes, you were a bit jealous but it wasn’t enough to make you act like that. “just jealous… you can’t be serious! you don’t even try pushing them away, keigo! you have a fucking girlfriend waiting for you at home! you’re being a piece of shit because ‘public’s opinion is important for my work’ so you’re authorised to make me feel like i’m nothing! i’m just another piece of furniture into your house, aren’t i?!” tears formed in your eyes as you shouted all that, deeply hurt and deluded by his behaviour.

“you’re being childish, we already talked about it and you said it was fine, that you understood my position. i wonder what changed now,” his reply was emotionless, his eyes glanced at the magazine once again before moving to your face. “you’re so selfish! do you actually know how to love someone who’s not yourself and what it means to do so?!” you nervously wiped away the tears, then you noticed how he seemed unfazed by all that. he was sure you wouldn’t leave, it was just the stress getting the best of you. it wasn’t the first argument, he knew you just needed to let it out.

“i can’t take it anymore, keigo. i’m done,” you spoke in a much calmer tone, but your voice sounded cold and distant now. keigo shivered and checked your face for a sign that you were joking. “hah, what?” he chuckled nervously as you walked towards your bedroom.

keigo got up quickly and followed you, watching how you pulled out a bunch of bags and started gathering your stuff. panic filled his body and he went to grab your wrist to stop you.

“hey, no. wait, okay? stop,” he pleaded now, understanding the seriousness of the situation. “lemme go,” you muttered, not even looking at his face. “don’t leave, we can fix it,” he said, keigo’s eyes were desperately searching yours. “i’m tired of being treated like i’m nothing for you! i don’t wanna live like this!” you pushed him away, a fresh wave of tears made your eyes sting. you tried to grab your clothes when keigo stopped you once more.

“[y/n], it’s not funny. we can solve it, i swear!” his hands cupped your face frantically, his voice seemed on edge. keigo seemed scared about the idea of you leaving him. “you’re being childish,” you mimicked him, words filled with hatred. his heart stopped beating for a second and he gulped down nervously, before trying to make you look at him. “please, babe look at me. okay, listen.”

you rolled your eyes before trying to free yourself from his hold, ignoring him. “i’ll change!” he shouted then, surprising you. you were quick to regain your composure, not wanting to give him any satisfaction. “i swear to you, i’ll act differently. you’ll be the one all over me in the pictures! you’re gonna be the one i’m kissing!” he grabbed your forearm and shook you a little.

you finally decided to look at his face and noticed his teary eyes, the fear clear on his features as he desperately held you there in front of him. you tried to fight against your feelings, your heart longing for him, and convince yourself that leaving him was for the better.

“i’m sorry, i’m deeply sorry,” he added and you groaned, before pushing him away once more. “you only act when things get out of your hands, huh?!” you hit his chest before turning around, you needed to get away from him. “hey!” keigo followed after you and grabbed your hips, before pushing you against the wall, making you gasp. you were surprised by his sudden actions as he leaned closer and started kissing your lips, disorienting you.

the kiss was sudden, keigo’s hands reached your face and cupped your cheeks. a part of you tried to resist, simply because you knew it wasn’t the right way to solve it. but at the same time, the way his lips moved against your own, the taste of this heated kiss, made you feel so euphoric that you found yourself hugging his neck as you finally returned the kiss, gasping.

keigo groaned as his hips met yours, he pulled you towards the bed and the moment your back hit the mattress his body covered yours. his lips moved down to your neck, his teeth sank into your skin and left a couple of bites, before his tongue traced them and made you shiver. you tilted your head back and bit your lips, trying to hold back any sound. keigo grunted and moved lower, pulling the collar of your tshirt further down to expose more of your skin to his skilled mouth.

after some moments he started to undress you, showing how impatient he was. you tried to do the same but he stopped your hands and went back to kiss your lips, distracting you from one of his hands sneaking between your legs to push them further open. his fingers caressed your lips, then moved to your warm hole, gathering some slick before going to rub your clit. “so wet already,” he smirked, his voice cocky.

you moaned right into his mouth, as his fingers made your legs tremble. his fingers moved rapidly, your clit throbbed and you clenched around nothing, more and more juices gushing out.

“kei– w-wait!” you arched your back and found it embarrassing how he was able to get you so close to release in such a short time. “hm? what’s the matter?” he clearly mocked you, slowing down the movements of his fingers just a bit. “are you gonna cum?” he asked before playfully bite your neck, making you whimper.

you shook your head, but it was futile. both of you knew that you were close, you just didn’t want to give him satisfaction.

“okay then,” he murmured and stopped touching you completely, he pulled back and stripped off his clothes. his warm hands grabbed your hips before turning your body over to lie on your stomach. you were about to ask him what he was doing before his hand made contact with your ass, hard. you whined and tried to move further up on the bed to escape him. “where you think you’re going?” he chuckled lowly before pulling you back to him, caressing your other cheek and then spanking you, you gripped the sheets as the skin started to sting.

two of his fingers slipped into you, making you gasp. he thrusted them deep, aiming at a particular spot that made you clench hard around him as you moaned against the pillow. “you thought i didn’t notice?” his voice was deep and laced with desire, as you desperately humped your hips, seeking that sweet release. “c’mon… say it,” he kept moving his fingers while his other hand spanked you once again.

you fought to not give in, you were still mad at him and he was avoiding talking with you about the whole situation. you squeezed you eyes shut, gripping the sheets. you were so close, so damn close.

“please… fuck me,” you whispered into the pillow, pushing your ass up as a way to expose your center to him, clit throbbing and begging to get attention. keigo’s fingers slipped out and gave a couple of flicks to it, just to hear you gasp loudly. he knew your body so well. “can you repeat that?” he leaned over and his mouth was close to your ear, before biting your earlobe playfully. “hm?” his hands caressed your hips gently, a deep contrast to his current behaviour. “please keigo… fuck me! i need you,” you repeated, speaking a bit louder. “that’s my good girl,” he kissed your shoulder.

you two moaned at the unison when he finally slipped inside. one of keigo’s hands found yours and intertwined your fingers together, as the other grabbed your hip. he bottomed out inside you, you felt so full as his fast breaths hit your neck. “you feel so fucking good,” he groaned as he started thrusting in and out.

keigo started moving at a quick pace, rubbing against your sweet spot hard with every single thrust. most of the sounds filling the room came from where you two were connected, his grunts and your whimpers accompanying them. you desperately gripped the sheets, feeling that familiar sensation growing in your lower belly. “give it to me, baby. c’mon,” he breathed right into your ear, the warmth of his chest right against your back. you didn’t need to be asked twice, as you reached your peak and gushed around his cock. the way you were clenching around him made him gasp louder, as he hid his flushed face into your neck.

one of his arms wrapped around your middle and held you close, his hips losing rhythm as keigo was simply seeking his own release now. you drooled all over the cushions as his tip bullied your cervix, making you arch your back and cry his name louder and louder. “gonna fill you up so good– ngh, gonna–” keigo rambling stopped as he stilled his hips and emptied inside of you, spurts of cum filling you as you two moaned together.

keigo collapsed on top of you, holding you as close as possible as you cockwarmed him. his lips peppered your neck and shoulders as you two tried to calm down your breathing. “i’m sorry,” he said in a low tone, fingers drawing circles on your skin. “i know it’s been a mess, but i promise i’ll fix this. i’ll make you happy,” you just nodded, not trusting your own voice.

“i promise i will,” he repeated after a while, holding you tightly. you searched his hand and grabbed it, squeezing it a couple of times so that he knew you decided to trust him.

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doumadono · 5 months

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<3 I have been having a hard time and was wondering if you could maybe write a short of Viking Dabi with a male reader?

A/N: I apologize for the delay in addressing your request. I sincerely hope that you are in a better place now. Sending you lots of love and virtual hugs

KVITRAVN - MHA VIKING AU

The training grounds were alive with the rhythmic clashing of weapons and the grunts of warriors honing their skills. Touya Endeavorson supervised the training session with an intensity.

"More! Concentrate! A single moment of distraction could cost you your life!" He bellowed, rallying the warriors and shieldmaidens for the challenges ahead.

Amidst the training, one of the warriors found himself struggling with the weight and technique of the battle axe in his hands. The metallic tang of fear hung in the air as doubt gnawed at his confidence.

Touya, keenly observing the training grounds, noticed the man's faltering moves and approached.

Dabi laid a hand on the man's shoulder, his turquoise eyes bore into the man's, piercing through with unwavering intensity. "What's going on, Y/N? You're better than this. I know you can handle an axe. I saw you doing it before."

The young warrior took a deep breath, summoning the courage to share his true fears. "I'm just afraid, my lord. Afraid I won't be good enough. I don't want to let you or the earl down."

Touya's expression softened, understanding the weight of the man's insecurities. "You're not here to impress us. You're here to learn and grow. Let's take a step back and figure this out, shall we?"

Dabi led him to a quieter corner of the training grounds. "Tell me, what's truly holding you back?"

"I've never been good at fighting. What if I'm not cut out for this?"

Touya's gaze bore into the warrior's. "Being good at something takes time and practice, trust me. Everyone starts somewhere. Even I had to learn. You don't need to be perfect from the start. Just focus on improvement. Now, let me show you a trick."

Dabi took the axe from the man's hands, demonstrating a fluid sequence of movements. His voice carried a casual wisdom. "It's not just about strength. It's about precision and control."

With patience, Dabi guided the young warrior through the motions, correcting his grip and demonstrating the finesse required in each swing. His movements were deliberate, showcasing the essential techniques in wielding an axe effectively. "See, it's not just about swinging. Precision matters," he remarked, emphasizing the calculated nature of each strike. "Your stance is crucial. Balance is everything."

Touya continued the demonstration, guiding the warrior through the intricacies of footwork and the art of anticipating an opponent's move. "Keep your focus. It's not just a weapon. You axe is an extension of yourself. Feel it."

Dabi then paused, his gaze meeting the warrior's. "But remember, this is only half the battle. In real combat, you'll have a shield in your other hand. That changes everything." He gestured toward an awaiting shield, heavier and more cumbersome than the axe. "You need to get used to the combined weight, the balance. The right moves with the axe might not be enough if you can't handle the shield. Training is what bridges that gap. It's what turns you from a warrior into a tactician."

With a final strike that echoed with precision, Dabi handed the axe back to the warrior. "Now, let's go again. And remember, it's not just about swinging metal. It's about mastering the dance of war. The axe and shield, an inseparable duo. That's what makes a true warrior."

Dabi then watched with an approving nod as the young man practiced, mirroring the moves demonstrated by the eldest son of earl Endeavor. "Good, just like that. Remember to keep your knees slightly bent and move your legs quickly. You'll get there, Y/N. It's not about being the best - it's about becoming better than you were yesterday," Dabi reassured, his eyes reflecting a shared understanding of the struggles inherent in learning the art of combat.

As the training continued, the young warrior found a renewed determination. Under the watchful eye of Dabi, the young warrior delved into the rigorous training, each swing of the axe becoming more calculated, every step more deliberate. Dabi's guidance molded the raw potential into refined skill.

After a while, the warrior paused, catching his breath. With genuine gratitude in his eyes, he turned to Dabi. "Thank you, my lord. Your advice has made it all seem so much more manageable. I feel the difference, indeed. I'm ready to keep learning."

Touya, pleased with the progress of the warrior, placed a commendatory hand on the man's shoulder. "Impressive. Your dedication truly shows. You're shaping up to be a formidable addition to our ranks." With a playful glint in his turquise eyes, Dabi continued, "How about we meet later in the tavern? A little toast for the upcoming raid, perhaps? You've earned it."

The warrior, grateful for the acknowledgment, nodded with a grin. "Sounds like a plan, my lord."

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crucifiedfaerie · 6 months

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Gibson Girl | Pt. 2 ༉₊˚✧

Kylo Ren x Fem!Reader

➴ Summary: He can't possibly have feelings for you. That would make him weak... right?

➴ Part One | Part Three

➴ Word Count: 1.3k

➴ Warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, dom!kylo, slowburn, sooo much angst, kylo is really mean this chapter :( guys im sorry, bpd king !!, kylo is an emotionally stunted asshole, gaslighting, crylo ren, dubcon, SMUT (pure filth im sorry, again kylo is mean, inappropriate use of the force, oral sex m!receiving, rough facefucking, degradation, sadist!kylo, sorta dacryphilia ??, light bruising ??)

➴ Taglist: ( @enviedear @capitanostella @teapartydreams )

A/N: kylo is such an asshole this chapter and for that i am so sorry BUT BEAR WITH ME... i have plans and i pinky promise things get better. also as hot as i think facefucking is, i have a sinus infection rn and all i could think about while writing this chapter was facefucking with a congested, stopped up nose and how horrendously unenjoyable that would be LMAO. like.. thats gotta be a form of attempted murder.

"Sir, I just think she might be becoming too much of a distraction to you." General Hux paced the floor of the command room, as he spoke. "The Resistance is closing in and your mind is being clouded by a mere technician. I believe the best course of action would be to neutralize he-"

An unseen force lifted his body into the air by his neck. He attempted to find flat ground, the tips of his shoes grazing the floor as he choked on his words.

"Do not even finish that sentence General." Kylo boomed, his modulator struggling to keep up with his volume. "Unless you'd like for me to crush your skull right now, I suggest you keep your thoughts on my personal endeavors to yourself."

With a swift motion of his hand, Kylo slammed Hux to the floor, releasing him. "Now get out of my sight."

Filled with a rage that rivaled the fire of a thousand suns, he watched as the General scrambled to the floor and bolted out of the door.

Once the door shut, Kylo ignited his crimson saber and swung at the walls, the table, everything. He screamed as he shredded the durasteel, filling the room with the scent of molten metal and burning plastic.

When he was satisfied with his destruction, he slid down the wall and slumped to the floor. His head hung between his knees, and only a trained ear could have heard the sob that emanated from his mask.

You had been staring at Kylo's bedroom ceiling for hours, replaying last nights events in your head. If it weren't for you laying in his bed you would have thought it was just a really vivid dream.

You were pulled out of your daydream by the sound of his heavy boots making their way towards the bedroom. The door swung open and although the mask hid his face, you knew he was absolutely seething.

"Hi... are you- are you okay?" You tried to sound less terrified than you actually were, to no avail.

"Fine, actually." He said coldly, his hands balled into tight fists at his sides.

You are definitely lying.

You momentarily forgot he could hear your thoughts. With an outstretched hand, he used the force to pull you off the bed and onto the floor in front of him. You wince as your warm, naked body made contact with the cold floor of his bedroom.

He leant down to grab your face and make you look up at him. "You question me? On my own goddamn ship?" He yelled, any shred of the man who held your head in his lap last night was now gone.

The lump in your throat grew bigger, your voice trembling. "You j-just seemed upset Kylo. I-I don't understand what I did wrong."

He sighed in annoyance, looking up at the ceiling for a moment. "What you've done wrong..." his grip on your face tightened, leather fingers digging into your jaw. "Is get into my fucking head."

You didn't realize you were crying until a warm tear hit your hand. "I d-d-don't under- s-stand!" You sobbed.

He wiped your tears away carelessly with his glove. "Stop! Stop crying! If sympathy from me is what you're looking for you won't get it."

He let go of your face forcefully and stood straight up, towering over you before working to undo his belt and free his cock from the confines of his trousers. The heat that grew in your core betrayed you, despite your tears and anger.

He grabbed your hair and pulled. "Open." He demanded, his tone cold and stripped of any emotion that wasn't anger. You obliged and without a moment's hesitation, Kylo shoved his cock so far down your throat you saw stars.

More tears ran down your face as he held you there, gripping your hair and forcing you to breathe through your nose.

Kylo began to move, speeding up his thrusts and hitting the back of your throat with each snap of his hips. He was unrelenting, unmerciful on your pretty mouth. The pleasure you were getting from him simply using you mouth was downright sinful. You looked up at him, moaning around his dick and silently pleading with him through teary eyes to just give you a break.

Please-

He took pleasure in listening to the noises you made. He looked down at you, a mixture of spit, tears, and his precum dribbling from your mouth. He laughed at you, "Pathetic little thing, getting off on my cruelty towards you. And you think I'd give you a break? Fuck no."

Nearing his climax, his thrusts became erratic, almost animalistic. With one last thrust and zero warning, Kylo groaned as he came down your thoat. You noted how warm and salty it was as you swallowed, hands hitting the floor and gasping for air when he finally pulled away.

He just just stood there, staring down at you and watching intently as you breathed heavily on the floor, broken. There was a small shred of goodness left in Kylo that knew this was wrong, that knew you didn't deserve to be treated like a piece of meat. He wanted so badly to drop to his knees right there and hold you, to say he was sorry and that his feelings for you ran much deeper than wanting to use you as a fucktoy. But he couldn't bring himself to admit it. If he loved you that meant he was weak, right? And under no circumstances could the First Order have a weak leader. He wouldn't listen to that part of himself, even if it absolutely killed him inside to do so.

He grabbed your clothes from the night before off of the floor and tossed them to you. "Get out." He spit.

"Kylo-" You breathed, fighting the tears that threatened to resurface. "I don't understand-" Your voice broke into a sob as you dressed yourself.

His heart shattered at how badly he was hurting you. He was angry with himself, not you. But he couldn't tell you that. "I said get out! Don't make me have to ask you again."

You cried, tears blinding you as you left his quarters, slamming the door behind you. You winced at his modulated shouting and the shriek of his saber crashing through things in his room as you made your way down the hall.

I don't get him, I don't think I ever will.

Two weeks had gone by since your last encounter with Kylo. The morning after, he had left on a mission without a word. As time passed, the bruise he left on your jaw faded to a yellow-green and you vowed to yourself by the time the bruise was gone you'd forget about Kylo and that any of it ever happened. Deep down you knew that wasn't true, time wasn't as merciful on the aching emptiness in your heart.

As you worked through a tangle of wires, a notification buzzed on your datapad.

"Command Shuttle arriving at 15:30."

In ten minutes. Great.

You ignored it and went back to work, attempting to rewire a control panel in the Command Center, that who other than Kylo Ren had apparently destroyed with his saber a couple weeks prior. Despite your yearning, he was truly beginning to piss you off.

After a while of tinkering, another message buzzed on your datapad. When you looked to see what it was your heart sank. It was him.

"My quarters. Now."

You groaned, letting out a long sigh.

Gods- Can that fucking man make up his goddamn mind. Please.

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Hiya! Not sure if you’ve answered something like this before, but if you feel comfortable answering, I’m wondering what tips you might have for writers with ADHD/ADD.

I haven’t been able to write well for years and thought it was laziness/lack of self-discipline, but it very well could be that my brain just wants to work a certain way and I didn’t know about it.

Of course, there’s no “one-fits-all” answer, but some ideas about where to start the journey of understanding what works for oneself would be nice.

Thanks!

Writing with ADHD

There are three sub-types of ADHD (inattentive/formerly ADD, hyperactive, and combined), so tips depend somewhat on which type you have. As luck would have it, I'm combined type, so I have tips for both. (And these tips can be helpful even for writers who don't have ADHD but still struggle with keeping their butts in the seat...)

Writing with Inattentive ADHD

My biggest struggle with writing is difficulty staying focused and getting sidetracked easily. Here are the things I do to work around that:

Dedicated Writing Time/Place - I'm fortunate to have a writing room with a desk, but even if you don't, just having a dedicated space for when you write can be really helpful. It also helps to make sure your chosen writing spot is tidy and free from built-in distractions, like people traffic or a distracting view. And, if you can aim for the same general writing time each day, that can help train your mind to go into writing mode when you sit down to write.

Minimize Distractions - this is a "must do" for me when I sit down to write. Phone goes on silent, no TV, no music with lyrics, no social media, and if it's a busy day outside I close the shades and put on headphones. Also, nicely ask anyone else in the house not to distract you during your writing session.

Regulating with a Timer - When I'm really struggling, I've found that timers are very helpful in keeping me on track. If I need to stop to research something along the way, I set the timer for 10-minutes. If I can't find out what I need to know in that time, I note it for later research and keep going with a placeholder. I'll also set the timer for breaks, writing sprints, or anything that might pull me off course.

Scene Lists & Timelines - Having a scene list to follow was a real game changer for me early on in novel writing endeavors. When I start to feel my mind wander, just putting my eyes on the scene list to see where I'm supposed to be and where I'm supposed to be heading can be enough to get me back on track. Checking off each scene and plot point along the way makes it more task-driven which also seems to help keep me on track. You could do this with a timeline, too. And even if you're not a planner but like to write organically, you can still keep kind of a general scene list or timeline to keep you on course.

Writing with Hyperactive ADHD

My biggest struggle with the hyperactive side of my ADHD is fighting the constant need to get up and be anywhere but in my chair typing. I've actually been working on this post for an hour because I haven't done any of my safeguards, so I've been out of this chair probably 20 times since I hit the answer button. Here's what I could have done to prevent this...

Start Writing on a Full Stomach - Nothing gets me out of my chair more often when I'm writing than feeling like I'm hungry. So, I get up, eat a small snack. Sit down and type for a few minutes. Then decide I need another small snack. Whether you write after you've eaten a meal, sit down to write with something to drink and munch on, or just make sure you've got your big water bottle there, eliminating hunger pains as a reason to get up makes all the difference.

Do Writing Sprints - Set a timer for anywhere from five minutes to an hour, and write as much as you can during that time without stopping to edit or evaluate your work. Writing sprints are a great way to focus your energy to make sure writing is getting done. Five-minute intervals work great for me, but sometimes I can do ten-minute intervals. When the timer goes off, I set it again and get up to do a few things like stretch or get something to drink. Preferably anything that won't take longer than the timer or snowball into something else. This way, if I'm only writing for an hour I still get a solid 30-minutes of writing in even if I'm up and out of my chair every five minutes.

Keep a Basket of Fidget Toys - This doesn't always work for me, but sometimes it helps to have something to fidget with during the moments when I pause to think. Thinking putty, fidget spinners, stress balls... Anything you can do for a second while you're thinking and immediately put back down. That way you don't get up out of your seat looking for something to direct that energy toward.

Speech to Text App - If you really need to be up and moving, try getting a speech to text app for your phone and writing your story verbally while you do other things.

I hope that these tips will help you be able to sit down and start writing again. If you need ideas for exactly how to outline your story or general ideas for how to get started, see my guide to How to Outline a Plot as well as my Plot & Story Structure master list of posts.

Best wishes on your ADHD writing journey! ♥

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theonewhospeaksinweird · 9 months

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💜Protection (Charlotte Katakuri x Female!Reader) Pt. 1💜

💚 = Lime/Lil Spicy

💛 = Lemon

💙 = Sad

❤️ = Angsty (won't do many of these unless prompted)

💜 = Fluff

💔 = Heartbreak (rare unless prompted)

🖤 = Normal

I'm sorry to anyone who has tried to request a story from me since I started writing here, but I was going through some things with school, graduating, and getting my life ready for adulting.~ I also got married, and am moving with my husband!~ And now I'm back with a self-indulgent story for my favorite character from One Piece, Charlotte Katakuri!~ Enjoy!~

Part 1 - -> Part 2 - -> Part 3

Nervousness seeped into my bones as I tried to calm myself. Gardening the castle grounds wasn't necessary, but I had nothing else to do with my anxious hands, so I tended to the house and my personal garden with them. I had already tried to sit down and read a book in our room, but seeing the bed reminded me of the moment I shared with my husband this morning. For once, that was what I was trying to distract myself from right now, and my husband was the source of my mounting anxieties.

"Why do you have to go today?" This variation of my needlessly repetitive daily question slipped from my lips as I breathed in his sweet scent. One I felt the need to ask every morning as if he would choose to stay in bed with me all day rather than do his job. Sometimes I, selfishly, wish he would stay, but I'd never make him choose. The devotion to his family that he shows every moment of the day is one of the many things that made me fall in love with him, after all. Even if it's clear that this duty takes a hefty toll on his body and mind, I still support him in every endeavor he chooses.

His morning voice rumbled more than usual, and it made me press further into his warm, enveloping skin under the covers as we whispered sleepily to each other. The bliss of our intimacy alone had me never wanting to leave my paramount husband's side. His arms were so immense and encompassing, and I was so small and protected. Never fearing anything but the absence of my husband. A deep sigh from him lifted me up and down on his chest as he came to a clearer consciousness.

"It's my duty, love, you know that." His beautiful incisors gently grazed my head as he spoke, entertaining my usual silly question of worry. Butterflies still tickled my stomach at the endearment he addressed me as, even after three years of marriage. Those flutters overwhelmed me with a wave of adoration for my giant lover. Of course, I believed in my husband's strength, I've seen what he is capable of firsthand multiple times.

If this were almost any other pirate crew member his mother was executing, I wouldn't be worried, but this was one of the worst generation's crew members, Black Leg Sanji of the Strawhat Pirates, so I couldn't help but fret a little. There wasn’t anyone on the Grand Line that had not heard of this infamous crew that had done the impossible over and over. And that was all before they disappeared for two years, presumed to be disbanded after a disheartening defeat at both Sabaody and Marineford. Who knew how much stronger they were after all this time. All of that didn’t even include the superhuman abilities of Germa 66 that were sure to turn on us the moment the betrayal registered.

Letting out a small hum, I attempted to dispel the worry from my thoughts so I could relish the last half hour I had with my husband for this morning before he went off to put himself in harm's way. For his family. For me. My droopy eyes opened slowly to see the hidden beauty of my husband that only I was allowed to gaze upon. From his beautiful, pearly teeth to his peaceful face that also only seemed to be reserved for my presence. The sharp, masculine lines of his face seemed softened, especially his arched eyebrows that were always furrowed when he was around anyone. Anyone except me, that is. My significantly smaller thumb brushed along his rough scar, making him shudder as he too opened his worn eyes filled with adoration the same as mine. Our equally sleepy eyes met as I continued to caress his momentary tenseness and my worry away.

I gave him a soft smile as I leaned in closer to nom his nose playfully, my lips covering my teeth. Technically, I could bite it off, but he currently seemed to be too sleepy to regrow it. A smile of his own upturned the corners of his mouth, making me undeniably happy and let slip a few giggles. Even though I've seen it multiple times before, it still makes me giddy to know that I make him smile. My tittering was joined by his rumble of a chuckle as we cuddled impossibly closer, his strong arms enveloping my person tighter than before. A comfortable silence cocooned us as we soaked in each other's care.

It was only about us right now.

Mirth had me smiling to myself as I absentmindedly caressed sugary dirt off of a fully grown candy corn on the cob, just like I had his cheek. A gentle but chilling breeze brought me back to the present, and my smile fell away as I automatically looked towards the nearby main island of Whole Cake. My soft blue antennas and small white wings swayed in the wind as I sighed and stood up to head inside with my now full basket of candy veggies.

Looking up at the pink cotton candy clouds I've grown used to, they were a far cry from the white and pristine ones I grew up on. As a fallen Skypeian, it was still odd for me to be looking up at the clouds rather than being in them. My abnormal antennas gifted me abilities similar to that of a Devil Fruit power, though the sea does not scorn me for mine. With the power to read and gently influence people's emotions, as well as view their memories when I touch them, it was hard to live blissfully unaware of things when they affected someone's emotions. When my emotions rise, so does the sensitivity of my gift, therefore, when going out in public, I wear silk gloves. Katakuri does a lot with helping me manage my emotions in public, but it's nice to have a backup aid. If only he were here now.

By the time I was done cleaning the candy veggies and storing them, my worries had soared to new heights, and I couldn't stand it anymore. Even though it was senseless, I rushed to our room, and quickly put on a yellow tulle, knee length dress while pocketing my white silk gloves before leaving through the back door. The front and sides were guarded by Cracker's biscuit soldiers that he offered for extra protection this morning. Upon opening the door, I was immediately met with the hollow, smiling faces of about ten homies which made me shudder. Not because I was scared of them, but because I knew what kept them alive.

After marrying Katakuri, I eventually confronted him with my experiences of seeing human memories when touching Homies around the kingdom, and he reluctantly explained. The truth drew me into a mournful stupor, heartbroken for all of the stolen life forces constrained to these obedient slaves. This depth of my sorrow had me distancing myself in a separate room for a week until I calmed down. Any person that came near me was overwhelmed with sobs as I was, except Katakuri whose eyes only watered. Katakuri sent away his Homies for me to feel comfortable, and brought in human staff to replace them, but I still avoid Homies as much as I can when we go to other islands.

"Hello, Miss Y/N! Where are you rushing off to in a hurry? Katakuri-Sama appointed us to join you if you decided to leave the grounds!" Spoke one cheerfully. These weren't like normal Homies, as they were made out of Katakuri's mochi, yet the familiar material did nothing to quell my uneasiness. The sentiment he put forth in this change touched me nonetheless since I knew he only wanted to protect me.

I tried not to look into any of their soulless eyes, which made it slightly easier when I quickly reached my bare hands forward to tap two of the Homies and activate their locked away memories. With this trick I learned from Pudding, I made quick work of the rest of them, stunning them into a melancholic stupor as I ran past and into the tree line before one of the biscuit guards could come. A shudder wracked my body as I tried to shake away the memories of those stolen lives plaguing my thoughts now. I ignored it, like Katakuri taught me, and focused on my end goal.

It was a short jog to the edge of the juice sea ebbing on the cake donut shore where my own personal boat sat anchored. With it being relatively small, the force of me hopping onto it jolted it forward a little, and I raised the anchor before starting the engine. My hands twisted on the tiller, (Tiller: The steering stick on an outboard motor engine) making the engine roar up louder as I steered towards the mistily hidden island of Whole Cake. As I flew across the violet juice, my left hand fingered the ever-present mochi bead bracelet around my right wrist that I had forgotten in my emotional frenzy.

"Do you have to go?" The first time I'd ever asked that silly question. My quiet voice matched the dewy expression I wore as I watched my handsomely half naked husband brush his teeth in the bathroom a few feet away. Those entrancing magenta eyes, normally sharp but now softened and puttying even further as they meet mine, traced my partially covered body before sighing and spitting. My antennae matched the striking pink of his eyes.

He finished his bathroom routine before lumbering over to me and taking a knee to nuzzle his face into mine. I gladly welcomed the unabashed affection, softly kissing his parted lips in return. He hadn't even begun to be this close until a year into our marriage which was two months ago, so I welcomed it all. My hands traced the defined yet soft muscles along his chest as I tried to memorize every dip and line his body made in response to years of rigorous training. A shiver slips down my spine as his large teeth gently graze my soft lips engaging his in a deeper kiss. The kiss ends just as I was starting to tug him back into the bed by his neck, his large hands stopping his descent by holding onto the edge of the bed. With a pout, I stubbornly hung onto his neck as he sat back up until one of his large hands gently tried to tug me away.

When I did finally relent, I could see my red-faced husband bashfully averting his eyes, causing me to giggle and lie back down a little more satisfied than before. He used one hand to cover as much of his face as possible, and the other he outstretched towards me. I sat up again to look at his bare hand, about to place my own in it until little balls of mochi started to float up into the air. About twenty of them were created before they spun around and arranged into a bracelet. The newly formed piece of pristine white jewelry fell back into his large hand soundlessly.

I was already in awe of the delicate display of his powers, but upon realizing that the creation was for me, I was hesitant to take it. Stealing a glance up at him, he motioned to the bracelet with his eyes while still sporting a red, yet now uncovered, face. With his extra prompting, I gingerly took the bracelet. The instant I did, I felt an overwhelming wave of love tainted with anxiousness flood my body, making my wings flutter and antennas glow a deep reddish pink. The inevitable smile creeps onto my face, exploding into a wide grin and an unstoppable flurry of giggles. At hearing my unadulterated laughter, Katakuri starts to chuckle with me and leans in to nuzzle his nose against my neck.

"Now you'll always have a piece of me with you, and I'll always feel your heartbeat to know you are well. Perhaps this will bring both of us some peace of mind." He rumbled in my ear before slowly pulling away. This time I don't try to pull him back, but still begrudgingly watch him stand up to his full height. While maintaining eye contact, I put on the bracelet and rub it against my cheek. A thrum of arousal rings from it into my warm cheek, which blossoms a devious smile on my face as my antennae's red overtakes the pink.

"I think this'll do a few more things than that.~"

A particularly rough wave jolts me to the floor of my white boat, making the engine idle and the boat cruise without my steadying hand. Through my wall of worries, I hadn't focused on the bracelet, the window into my partner's soul. Wanting the bracelets to be a two-way street of emotional clarity, I had Katakuri make himself another and infused it with my powers so he could feel my emotions too. Now crouched down in the bottom of the boat, I clutched the bracelet to my chest and breathed in a few calming breaths. Bump. A dash of anxiety, always present despite his cool exterior. Bump Bump. Swirls of skepticism, he's people watching. Ba Dump Dum. My cheeks heat up as the dominating warmth of love spreads through me. Love was the best emotion to feel from him. I used his calm emotions to steady my own but felt bad that he's had to deal with all of my topsy turvy ones, as usual. He and I were complete opposites.

Now with more peace, I returned to the tiller and, with a softer twist, continued my trek towards Whole Cake. The closer I got, the stronger myriad of emotions I could sense from my bracelet. Nervousness is stronger, tense pulses of exploration followed by a ripple of anger. He's using his Observation Haki and what he sees is not good. At this revelation, the moment my boat hits the shore of Whole Cake, I'm up and running towards the looming chateau that stands in the middle of the city.

I can hear a faint rumbling, even from the edge of the city, which makes my stomach turn in an ocean of my worst fears. I can see a giant wedding cake up at the very top where Big Mom always has her tea parties, and it seemed like it was . . . crumbling? Running all the way from the shore to the center of town, I joined the townspeople in staring up at the top of the chateau in horror. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest as feelings of annoyance edging on ire came from Katakuri.

If what I think is happening, is happening, then all the townspeople will soon be in danger. Mama has been raving about that wedding cake ever since she decided to "marry off" Pudding, and it's been in production for weeks now. If Mama doesn't eat that cake, she's going to have hunger pains and won't stop until a new one is remade. Which means I have my work cut out for me. Despite this acceptance of my duties for today, that didn't get rid of the fearful lilac filing my antennae. The townspeople started to murmur nervously to themselves about what was happening, and finally noticed I was among them.

"Lady Y/N! Do you know what is happening?"

"Miss Y/N, please tell us what is happening at Miss Pudding's wedding!" These first outcries were followed by a cacophony of worried voices that flooded my ears. After a few moments of trying to get my bearings, the yelling became too much. The mixture of my heightening panic, the thrum of my husband's own elevated emotions and the frenzy of the growing crowd exhausted me. The clear lilac muddied into brown.

"I. . ." A pulse of simmering anger from my bracelet makes me gasp before I could give the citizens a proper answer. The continual rumbling of the cake chateau made me uneasy, and I'd rather be safe than sorry about the townspeople's safety. Pushing out of the crowd, I ran over to a Homie guard.

"Miss Y/N, is something-?" Before he could finish, I cut him off with a frantic answer.

"We need to evacuate the city, Mama's cake is falling and Katakuri is fighting someone, that can only mean that the Strawhats are up there! It'll only be a matter of time before Mama starts her hunger pain, even if the Strawhats are defeated. We can't let the citizens get in the way. Tell everyone to evacuate as soon as possible!" The guard nodded obediently and ran off to spread the news. I was running in the opposite direction, back towards the chateau, yelling for people to evacuate, and trying to ignore the emotions flooding my senses as my husband expressed his rising anger and frustration.

I knew he should've stayed at home in bed with me this morning.

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It didn't take long for the townspeople to catch wind of the evacuation warning, and soon the usually bustling capital of Totto Land was desolate. Everyone knew the dangerous nature of Mama's hunger pain rampages, and that drove them to leave as soon as possible. Before I could think of what to do next, a surprising yet fleeting emotion dripped icily into my veins from my husband: fear. It was fleeting, but I've never seen or felt my husband fear anything or anyone, though I didn't have to wait long for the cause of it.

A large explosion sounded off at the base of the whole cake chateau, washing a wave of heat and debris over me as I crouched down and covered my head with my hands. Light purple lit up my face as I pushed my antennae down against my head as well. My heart pounded out of my chest as I stayed down until the wind died. A horrible groaning and cracking noise resounded around me from the chateau, urging me to look up at the damage done.

The entire chateau was falling towards me.

An undeniable fear of my own clawed out of my chest as I stood up and started to sprint away from the falling structure. My lungs struggled to keep up with my frantic breaths as I focused on staying upright and dodging continuously falling debris. As I ran, I tried to look back towards the top of the crashing structure to see if I could spot anyone, but after almost getting crushed and tripping a few times, I decided to focus on my escape first. Despite my best efforts and no matter how hard I ran, the shadow of the chateau never seemed to leave my figure. Hopelessness dragged down my tiring body, painting my antennae a dreary gray.

'I'm not going to make it. Why did I come here? I should've just stayed at home like Katakuri told me to, Katakuri is always right! Stupid, stupid! Now he'll blame himself if I die here! He'll work himself even harder!' Tears began to waver my sight, and stream down my sweaty, dirty cheeks as I kept pushing my legs harder and harder. I could hear the crashing of larger debris behind me, and even though it scared me, I started to slow down until I dropped to my knees. Each breath seemed like it wasn't enough, especially as I kept crying under the looming shadow of the chateau.

Trembling on the ground, I threw my head back to stare up at my inevitable fate, only to face a large chunk of sponge cake falling towards me. Everything seemed to slow down as my wonderful life in the past three years with Katakuri flashed through my mind. I didn't want to die. Didn't want to leave him.

"If you ever need me, just call out my name, and I'll come to you no matter where I am. I will always protect you." Katakuri's promise from all those years ago resounded in my mind.

Clenching my eyes, I let out the loudest yell I could muster.

"KATAKURI, PLEASE PROTECT ME!! I DON'T WANT TO LEAVE YOU!!"

I felt a surprising surge of energy burst through my tired body as I screamed out and waited to either be swept off my feet by my husband or crushed. All I felt was an even greater fatigue. What a pitiful way to die on the Grand Line. 'I'm sorry, Katakuri.' After a few hard beats of my heart pounding against my ribcage, and neither of those things happening, I cracked my eyes open to look at what had happened. It took me a moment to comprehend what I was seeing through bleary eyes, but even when I wiped them what I saw confused me.

The first thing I noticed was white. At a glance, I thought it was the familiar mochi of my husband who came to save me, but realized this was definitely different once my mind cleared. A buzzing bubble surrounded me like a shield, and it was deathly quiet. 'Did someone else make this, or. . . is this me. . ?' Nothing was heard other than my labored breaths. I saw the large piece of sponge cake that had been hurtling towards me moments ago nearby on the ground in smaller pieces. The second thing I noticed was that the entire cake chateau had been turned into real sponge cake, and heavy cream was spilling its way towards me. Not a moment after this fearful realization did my bubble shatter.

All the sound that had been blocked out by it came rushing back all at once. The gushing of heavy cream, settling of debris, groaning from the buildings that were supporting the now sponge cake chateau, and a few pained groans from nearby. Despite all the noise, there was one noise that made my breath hitch as I turned towards it.

The sound of spurs.

I saw my mountain of a husband, Katakuri, running towards me rapidly with Daifuku and Oven close behind.

"Y/N!" He yelled as he got to me, my arms already raised and ready for him to pick me up, which is exactly what he did. Faint yellow relief filled me.

"Katakuri! I'm sorry I left the house, I should have stayed home, but I was worried, and I felt your emotions and, and-" I couldn't even finish my sentence before I was breaking down into tears as all the stuff that had happened so quickly washed over me. Everything was a mess, I was a mess, and I almost died. He held me so close and tight in his large, strong arms, pressing my body into his heaving chest, and head into his scarf. My hands slipped under his scarf so I could wrap my arms around his bare neck and ground myself in his contact. I could feel the fast thumping of his heartbeat against my own pounding chest as he tried to futilely hide the fact that he was shaken up.

No doubt when he heard me scream his name a few moments ago, he looked into the future and saw me about to be crushed by a cake. We both just relished each other's safety for a few moments, his mouth nuzzling its way to my cheek in his scarf. The shakiness of his breath made me whimper and cry a little more. We stayed like this before he gently tugged me away from his comforting body after we had mostly calmed down. His crimson eyes were imperceptibly watery as they searched my face and body for any injuries. Normally furrowed eyebrows were upturned in worry.

"Why are you-? No, first, are you okay? I didn't think I was going to make it in time. I saw the cake, and then a flash of white, I thought-" He abruptly stopped that line of thinking along with his fast breaths that were edging on hyperventilating. He quieted and focused on catching his breath as he studied me. I couldn't look him in the eye for long as guilt wracked my body for making my husband feel so worried about me. A few sniffles are all that sounded from me as I let him cycle through his emotions to calm down. Katakuri saw my reluctance to look at him straight, sighed, and brought me back towards him. My forehead touched his as one of his gloved hands lifted to my chin and redirected my averted gaze up to his worried pools of magenta. There was no anger, just concern and fear, even though he had every right to feel angry with me. This softness was something I only saw when we were alone, and it just broke me again. Tears quickly filled my eyes as I nodded in response to his second question.

"I-I'm fine. I don't know what happened with the- the cake and the forcefield. I'm sorry I left the house, but I was just so worried about you, and I couldn't help myself! And when I got on the island, I heard Mama screaming and you felt angry, and then the cake fell, and I evacuated everyone, but then the chateau fell and-" It was a wonder if he could understand my blubbering as I gestured wildly around us to the mess everywhere, but he let me go on until I ran out of breath. He just stood there, listening, and rubbing his thumb along my cheek to wipe away the tears.

"Anything else, love?"

A blush warmed my cheeks at his soft tone and pet name, but nodded, nonetheless. It wasn't a condescending question, he just wanted to make sure I was getting everything out. Despite causing trouble because I disobeyed him, he still wanted to make sure I was well. Another rumbling hum resonated in his broad chest as he studied my tear-stained face, dirtied yellow dress and flushed face. This softened his gaze even further as he felt regret at my sullied state.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner. I don't know what I would do without you, Y/N, and I would rather not think about it. Although you did disobey me and slipped past the many Homies I had stationed around our home to try to prevent this very event from happening," I winced guiltily under his momentarily scolding gaze, "I am, nonetheless, happy that you came, and are safe. Your kindness knows no bounds, and I feel unworthy of such a display of love, yet I humbly accept it." His last sentence was quieter than the rest of his gentle scolding, still aware of his brothers nearby helping the rest of his siblings up from the rubble.

A wobbly smile tugged at my lips as new tears stung my eyes and I nodded. The warmth of our shared love for each other in this mess transitioned my relieved yellow to a lovingly deep pink.

"You're the one who's kindness is endless. I didn't listen to you about staying home and caused you extra stress. You should be furious with me, but you just care about me being safe. I have no one to blame for my state except myself, Kata, and you know it. None of this is your fault. And of course, you're worthy of my love, we've been over this, silly. You deserve the world, especially with everything you do for your family, and for me. I would do anything to ensure your safety, just as you do for us." I wanted to give him a kiss on the lips, but we were in public, so I just settled for giving him a lingering kiss between his eyebrows. He seemed to relax a little at this gesture, taking my return compliment well. Before either of us could say anything more, a shrill and angered voice called out for my darling love.

"Big brother Katakuri! What are we going to do about this mess, and all the traitors and intruders?! We have no time to just stand around!" It was Mont d'Or screaming and being followed by what looked like a giant chicken man in a familiar pink suit, Brulee, Compote and a few other higher ranking Charlotte siblings. Katakuri's tender face of worry hardened back to his serious one, which saddened me that our moment was already over. Duty calls, though, and I was used to it by now.

Katakuri made no move to put me down yet, so I just let out a soft sigh and leaned into his scarf to rest for a little. He finally turned around to face his oncoming siblings, and a few were surprised to see me in his hold. The first person to speak up about it was Brulee who walked forward with concern written all over her long face.

"Y/N-nii! What are you doing here? You look a mess, are you okay?" Everyone expressed different levels of concern over my state, but before I could say anything for myself, Katakuri spoke up for me.

"She was worried about Pudding's wedding, so she came to make sure everything was fine, but got a little caught up in some of the chateau's destruction. She's fine now." Katakuri's firm voice left no more room for questions, so everyone accepted this answer. I didn't look at anyone in particular, opting to just stay snuggled in the soft fabric of my husband's scarf.

Everyone started to talk about the attacks on the chateau, but I was only partially listening. I was staring absently at the ground, in thought, when a long pink and black, twisted lollipop invaded my vision. I perked up a little at the offering, looking past it to a smiling Perospero who gave me a little wink when my gaze fully met his. With a little giggle, I took the treat and began to suck on it as I settled back against Katakuri. He didn't say anything about it, but I could feel his cheeks shift under his scarf in a smile which had me glancing up at him with a small smile of my own.

Once again, our moment was broken by someone yelling, but this time it was Daifuku directing troops. From what I had heard snippets of, the explosion on the chateau was still unknown, the bird man was somehow Tamago based on how he was talking, Strawhat Luffy and his allies had caused a lot of damage, Jinbei announced his resignation to join the Strawhats and Capone Bege had betrayed us to help the Strawhats assassinate Big Mom. The last piece of information was a disappointment but not a surprise. Katakuri had always had his suspicions on Bege's loyalty. Jinbei, though, was more saddening.

Ever since Whitebeard died, he was quick to ally with Big Mom to protect Fishman Island from pirates. He only visited the chateau when Big Mom called him, and rarely came to Komugi Island unless it had something to do with Katakuri. Nevertheless, the times he accepted my invitation to tea when he was around, he was kind, respectful and a joyful company to have. He didn't disclose any sensitive information outside of personal information, but I'm sure he was being reasonably cautious since I was married to Katakuri. One might think he was just nice to me because of my relations to one of Big Mom's highest-ranking members, but I like to think he genuinely enjoyed our time together as I did.

"Brulee, come with me. I'm going after Strawhat." Katakuri demanded, and as Brulee agreed and started to rant about what they put her through, I could feel Katakuri's anger rising high as he listened to his sister. The development made me a little nervous because the higher strung his emotions were in a fight, the more likely he was to slip up.

"I will personally make sure he is stopped. Not only has he destroyed our kingdom, put the family in imminent danger and tried to assassinate Mama, but", his grip tightened on me, "he almost caused serious harm to my wife. I must stop him here before he becomes a bigger threat to Mama later on." His protectiveness over everyone, especially me, had me blushing as butterflies tickled my stomach. Though, the thought of him getting hurt on our behalf churned my stomach over the butterflies.

This pirate had managed this much damage, even if he did have some powerful allies to aid him. Either he was as strong as his bounty suggested, or this was all pure luck. Even if Strawhat Luffy lived up to his current bounty, it was still only half of Katakuri's which totaled in at a billion berries. I had done enough doubting of him today, so I tried to quell the growing uneasiness that colored my antennae a lime green.

Just as Katakuri prepared to put me down to leave with Brulee, a loud rumbling and sounds of massive destruction caught everyone's attention. Soon thereafter, Smoothie was running towards us, urging us to do the same. If she was this frantic, that could only mean one thing: Mama's hunger pains had started.

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Wah!~ Okay, sooo this turned into something WAY longer than I expected it to be, so I split it up!~ The scene I started this story in mind with can be reached in two parts.~ The second part is mostly done already, but now I kind of want to have another part for just pure fluff and maybe a little somethingggggg, I don't know!~ I'll decide when I get the planned parts out and see how they do and how I feel, I suppose.~ Take care, dearies!~

Part 1 - -> Part 2 - -> Part 3

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jamesunderwater · 9 months

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Just found your page and I’m in looveee can I request number 15 with Jily and lily distracting james? tyy xx

Hello anon! I'm glad you're enjoying it here at my chaotic little blog, lol. I also found it very entertaining to still be receiving smut requests xD I wasn't in the mood to write anything too smutty, but I loved the prompt, so I hope you'll still enjoy this little microfic...which in a meta way is also something of a tease (;

Distractions

“Stop distracting me,” he grumbled, tongue returning to its spot sticking out of his mouth. He’d been trying to get the wrapping paper to stay put long enough for him to tape it down for several minutes now, constantly losing one of the sides and inevitably having to work on the fold all over again. Meanwhile his fiance seemed absolutely set on causing his failure.

Her tongue flicked out over his earlobe again, and James felt the whole right side of his body burst with goosebumps. “This is how you best learn, though,” she teased, taking the soft skin between her teeth, “under pressure.”

He huffed, because she wasn’t wrong, but his determination to succeed was slipping the longer she toyed with him. “You said Petunia’s presents were always so meticulously wrapped it was practically an insult,” he was grumbling again, but it was nearly a pout, “and so here I am, trying to make sure ours are even more insultingly meticulous, and you’re sabotaging the endeavor!”

The bit of tape he’d been trying to use wrapped around his finger as she answered, “Mmhmm…” her lips now moving down to his neck.

“Lily…” James sighed, grip on the wrapping loosening. Suddenly, he winced. “Bugger all!” Pulling away from her, he brought his middle finger to his lips. “Now you’ve gone and gotten me a paper cut. Are you happy?”

It certainly seemed that she was, given that she was now laughing at him. “Oh, poor man. How ever will you survive it?”

“You’re infuriating. Are you aware of that?”

She grinned wickedly, because of course she was aware, and of course she delighted in it. Her expression turned serious, then, and he was sure it was a ruse, but when she reached out and took his finger, he still gave it to her. “Let me see…” She said tenderly. “Oh, this little nick here?” She pulled his finger toward her, kissing the spot softly, and he groaned in anticipation for where this was headed. “Oh, well we can fix that…”

Lily pressed her lips against his finger, once, twice, then licked across the pad of it slowly, her green eyes staring into his. James shuddered, biting his lip, dropping his gaze to where she was now taking the tip of his finger into her mouth. He groaned as her tongue swirled around it, felt his cock twitch as she let out the softest moan. “Fucking hell…” James breathed, and then she was pulling her head back, smiling at him.

“There. All better.”

“I fucking hate you.”

She laughed, throwing her head back, and the sound of it was more captivating than anything she’d done before.

“Well, then, you might hate this…” Lily smirked, and James didn’t know what to expect next, but his stomach flipped at the way she was looking at him.

She pounced, sending him crashing to the floor, her body flush against his in a moment. As he fell, James accidentally kicked the present across the room, sending it crashing into the wall. He imaged the lovely glass ornament shattering in its box, but his hands were on her hips and Lily was biting his bottom lip, slipping her tongue inside his mouth, moaning as she rocked her body into his, and James forgot all about presents and wrapping and paper cuts, even the time of year or the room he was in or what day it was.

She could, without fail, distract him from everything.

#jily #jily smut #jily fic #jily microfic #my writing #jily microfic*#james potter #lily evans #lily evans potter #jple #jple smut #smut prompts #lovely anons #jily*#smut*

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capricorn-writer-kawaii · 9 months

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That Night in the Hot Springs

Chapter 2/3

Pairing: Enji Todoroki x Reader

Genre: Enji Todoroki X Reader, ⚠️smut⚠️, fluff, angst, age difference, divorced Endeavor, ⚠️anime spoilers⚠️

Words: 3k

Summary: A divorced and hard-working Endeavor allows himself to lose his composure at the desire he feels for his young colleague. Yet, the flame hero did not count on the fact that what seemed to be just one wild night stand in a hot spring would lead him to fall madly in love.

A/N: This idea just kept popping up in my mind. In the end, it came out longer than expected, my bad, but if it's about Enji being soft and in love, I couldn't help but write a little more. Also, I was very excited to write about Endeavor after his wonderful character development. Why not give him a second chance?

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Chapter 2– The Real Enji Todoroki

A triumphant smile appeared on Endeavor's face, who, still with you in his arms, walked back to the hot springs. For a few seconds, he released one of his hands and tossed out of the water the towel that covered his hip.

"Curious, huh?" He asked with a mischievous smirk as he caught you trying to see more of his body.

Thus, he lowered you, but he still held you by the waist, for no reason was he going to let you escape. Now, facing each other, you were more aware than ever of the difference in size between the two of you. Enji was so tall that your chin brushed against his overly toned pecs. Still, when he brought you to sit on his lap, he did it carefully, wanting to make sure you had no doubts about what was going to happen between you.

However, before asking you, he kissed you for the first time. The urge to kiss you had seized the hero countless times, not only in the office, but in the tranquility of his home he suddenly found himself distracted thinking of you.

You could tell that your feelings for Endeavor were reciprocated by the way he kissed you. The heat that came from the hero was even greater on his lips, on them, you could feel Enji's flames provoked by having you so close. You knew it wasn't a boy who was pressing your lips but a man the moment the hero's huge right hand grabbed your neck to deepen the kiss and his left took care of enclosing your breast in the most sensual grip you've ever felt. For a while you did nothing but let Enji touch you as much as he wanted and kiss you as he wanted, until, contrary to your wishes, he stopped and spoke to you with an agitated and raspy voice, evidence of how excited he felt.

"Are you sure about this, kid?"

“I want you to fuck me since I met you, do it, please.”

"How fortunate, I've wanted to do it since you walked through my agency door." He confessed with a leer and a lustful smile. He kissed you again, but this time, the hand that was holding your breast reached your back, while the hand that was previously on your neck reached your cunt.

Endeavor's fingers were thick enough to satisfy anyone, and mindful of their size, the hero slowly eased the first into your body. He smiled not only noting how tight you were, but how wet you were.

"I thought I'd have to help you, but you took care of yourself, good girl" He whispered with a smile on his face.

You weren't able to answer him, you had already dug your nails into his shoulders when you felt how that first finger moved inside you and how he was already preparing you for a second. Enji massaged you in such a way that even in your most erotic moments when you were alone in your room thinking about him you had not experienced it. Endeavor knew what he was doing so well that he hit a particular point that made you scream his name, the pleasure was driving you crazy. What the hell was he up to? If he kept up like that, you were going to lose your sanity at any moment.

Enji didn't just tease you with her fingers, he never stopped kissing your neck, breasts, lips, and shoulders. From what you could see, sucking on your neck drove him crazy, because when he did it, you heard his hoarse moans getting more guttural. You enchanted him, there was no doubt about that.

You tried to warn him that if he kept moving his fingers like that you were going to cum, but apparently that was what he intended, because when he heard you, he smirked at you before biting your lip and moving his fingers even better. Those new spots he was reaching made it extremely challenging for you to maintain your composure.

“Let yourself go, kid. If you're in my arms, you're mine, come on, let me see that orgasm."

Obeying him, you loosened your grip on his shoulders, you didn't even care if you lost your balance anymore because you knew Endeavor would catch you. And as such, he did, he held you from the back while you arched it violently from the wild orgasm you were feeling. It was the first time that your gaze clouded over and that you felt that your chest was going to explode because of how agitated you had been. You weren't able to say a word, not even when Endeavor laid you on his chest and gave you time to catch your breath.

“Next time I want to hear my name coming out from that pretty mouth.” He ordered.

It took you some time for you to be able to lean on his pectorals to look at his face.

“Everything okay, beautiful?" He asked unable to hide some trace of concern.

"Just double checking I'm not imagining this." You replied as you got closer and gave him a peck on his cheek. You could tell he was not expecting that, for he got frozen at the same time as his freckles got more visible. However, just as you managed to do that, you managed to turn him on again by the way you looked into those perfect turquoise eyes, practically begging him to continue with what you were doing.

Carefully, Enji got to his feet, but left you sitting down and you quickly understood why. Once again lust took over you when you saw the redhead grabbing his huge cock and coming closer to you. You didn't know what was sexier, Enji grabbing your chin and ordering you to open your mouth so you can taste him for the first time, or the satisfaction of finally discovering how huge his body was.

As expected, it was not an easy job to put it all in your mouth, but you wanted it so much that after a while you did it. It was enough for Endeavor to look down and see your teary eyes from the effort you made to let out a little precum. It had been so many times that he dreamed of seeing you in that position that he was finding it difficult not to come quickly, plus your warm tongue felt incredibly good. Enji made you cough a couple of times, but it wasn't his own, for the hero was using all his willpower not to move his hip and demand more from you than you could; however, there were times when it was inevitable.

Like Endeavor, you didn't want to stop when he told you he was about to come, and you kept licking and sucking until new warmth filled your mouth. You could never forget Enji's face that first time you made him come. Nor would you forget how his moan sounded or how he held you tightly by the hair. You even giggled a little when you saw that the flames from his beard had returned since he had not been able to control them. Soon, he sat down again and his agitated breathing evidenced how overwhelmed he ended up.

"I can't remember the last time somebody made me came like you just did, kid." It was true, since he got divorced, Endeavor had recovered the sexual life he used to have when he was single; yet, he could never compare anything to the way he felt with your mouth on his length.

Smiling, Enji sat you on his lap again and ran his hands over your torso. Suddenly, he reached for your neck, which he encircled gently but with enough force to let you know that your night was just beginning, after all, if the hero had anything to spare, it was stamina.

Surprised and thankful to Endeavor's energy, you soon began to receive him inside of you, and if something shocked you about him that night, it was how gentle and delicate he was all the time you needed to get used to him. Enji was making sure you felt comfortable and then making you lose your mind. And so it was, because when you indicated that he could move freely, Endeavor did. And boy did he do it! The hero didn't keep anything from himself and he fucked you in whatever position you wanted. There were positions in which you were sure that your legs were going to fail you, but that was never a problem for him, who supported you with ease. Your boss was loving how he felt inside you, he had never desired a woman as much as you, and once he heard his name come from your lips, and asking for more, he swore that he would not let you go.

Every time Enji thrust his hip against yours, you felt that he pushed your body to new limits, as if you were about to break from so much pleasure, but it didn't happen because he didn't want to, he still had a lot to teach you. Endeavor's hands walked all over your body, holding you by the ass, legs, and breasts, they also wrapped your waist when he turned you on your back and made you rest your hands on the rocks that surrounded the pool where you were. Perhaps that was when he had to hold you the strongest because he did not restrain himself and let out such passion that you could barely follow his lead. But where you liked feeling them the most was around your neck, your mind just went blank the moment Endeavor straightened you up again and choke you while continued fucking you, he never stopped. You could swear you had him inside you from start to end. Now, being so close to your ear, you could clearly hear the sensual sounds coming from the hero.

It had already been too long, you were both close to reaching your limit. When it happened, you were more than ever grateful to have Endeavor next to you, because if it hadn't been for him, you would have fallen into the water, your body really couldn't take it anymore.

The next day Hawks was looking at you suspiciously, for Enji was softer than usual, and you barely had the strength to walk.

Almost a year had passed since that first time in the hot springs and your meetings continued, more and more regular, more and more constant until they practically became daily. Surprisingly, your relationship was going better than you came to imagine and on numerous occasions, your dynamic was the same as that of a formal couple. Like when you came out of the shower and you found him sitting in the breakfast room drinking coffee and reading the newspaper. Seeing you, Enji winked at you before continuing to read. He had already served you your cup of coffee and had even made you something to eat. Or when you stayed together on the weekend and watched a movie with you lying on his chest. Another moment that felt so homie and intimate was when you helped him getting ready.

You soon discovered that Enji was terrible at tying his tie, and it was even more funny to see him struggle with the buttons on his shirts since the gigantic muscles in his arms wouldn't let him close them. He didn't always leave your apartment in formal clothes, he usually did it in his costume, but when he had meetings, it was you who helped him. Of course, you didn't always let Endeavor arrive on time, because when you saw him dressed like that, a smile from you was enough for the hero to take you into his arms for a second, and sometimes third round.

Likewise, he took care of you in ways you didn't expect. For example, he stayed with you when you got sick or injured. Despite he used to say that sometimes he liked to work from home, you knew he did it just to keep an eye on you. How else could he explain those sweet pecks he gave you when he came closer to you? There was no other explanation for his tender looks and warm hugs he gave you when he was supposed to be working.

You got to know him so well that you knew which days were good and which were not. You knew when he had met his kids because he came with a smile that he couldn't hide, especially if he was able to spend some time with Shoto. But you also knew if something at work hadn't gone the best way, because those were the days when he talked the least.

Despite how in love you guys were, you still worked together and had strong personalities, which caused some conflicts. Likewise, Endeavor couldn't hide his annoyance every time he saw another guy approaching you. His possessive nature made him burn inside, he wanted all your attention to himself. He hated to share your smiles. And you also couldn't deny that you acted similarly, every time you caught a woman near him, you discreetly called him or did something to recover his attention.

Even so, you loved being by his side, you even missed him when he had business trips, and contrary to what anyone would think, Enji was a man of details. He wasn't the type of man who would spend all day giving you compliments or kissing you, but he knew how to express what he felt, after all, that trait of his personality was what he worked on the most because he was aware that he had lost it due to obsessing with his career of being the number one hero. Yet, you couldn't help but smile every time he called you beautiful or kid, he had done it so many times that you started to think that he officially changed your name.

One night you were waiting for him to get home, you were preparing dinner when suddenly his huge arms wrapped you from behind and then you felt a warm kiss on your cheek.

"Hi, kid." He whispered hugging you just a little bit stronger. How you loved feeling that heat emanating from him! "I told you not to cook." When you turned to greet him as you really wanted, you noticed that there were several bags on the table. "It took me a while because I went to buy food, today I'll cook."

"No way! You hate making dinner.” Laughing, you stood on tiptoes to be able to hug him at the height of his shoulders, you had already gotten used to just getting closer, and Enji would lift you, so you can entangle your legs around his waist.

“I don't hate making dinner, I've never said that. But you insist so much on preparing it yourself, that I thought it was something you liked to do, that's why I let you.”

To tell the truth, you hadn't heard the last thing he said to you, because as soon as he placed you in a chair, you noticed how he was dressed. You knew that before coming to visit you he always took a shower at the agency and afterwards, leaving his hero outfit aside, he dressed in a jogger and a sweater, or some sports t-shirt. However, that night he wore jeans and a white shirt whose sleeves were rolled up and some buttons were open, allowing you to glimpse a part of his manly chest.

Absorbed in him, you heard him talk about his work, he told you that the U.A. principal had called him to attend a meeting, and then, against his will, he ended up having lunch with All Might, Eraser Head, Present Mic, and other professors. Even though he said he didn't want to, you knew that deep down when he went out with them, he had a good time, deep down, he considered them his friends, especially All Might.

Finally, you had dinner, but Endeavor seemed kind of nervous and insisted on looking at his leather jacket next to the door. Even after you had sex, he kept looking in that direction until he made up his mind and got out of bed. He didn't even get dressed, the hero just left the bed and walked to his jacket. His walking was funny, it was between annoying and embarrassing, which you found quite cute coming from the person who had broken your bed so many times that he regularly gave you a new one.

Soon you had him sitting next to you, and grabbing your hand, he put down a little black box. However, there was no way for him to look you in the eye, he avoided your gaze until with a kiss, you made him look at you again and explain himself.

“It's just something silly, but I saw it and I thought you might like it." Liar, you knew he would never do something like that, he cared too much about you just to give you something he hadn't previously chosen just for you. "Besides..." He continued talking, and although there was a little shyness you identified certain excitement in his voice. "Today's 6 months since that day in the hot springs."

“Enji…” You were surprised that he was aware of the date. Then, taking advantage of the fact that you were so close to the nightstand, you also took something out for him, something that made him open his eyes and make a very comic face in wonder. “I wasn't sure when to give it to you because I didn't know how you were going to take it, in fact, I thought I'd do it when you were about to fall asleep and you didn't notice.” Your comment made the handsome hero laugh, as well as won his heart.

"Despite all this time you continue blushing, kid?" He asked caressing your face.

"Oh! Come on! You barely managed to get the gift out of your jacket." You replied laughing.

That was how you both opened your gifts and while Endeavor looked at the precious watch you had bought for him, you gasped when you saw the ruby he had chosen for you.

“You once told me that red was your favorite color, I thought you might like it.”

“Enji, it's beautiful!” You responded excitedly, you had never had something so stunning. "And of course red is my favorite color, there's no other that reminds me more of you."

Turning to you, Enji moved your hair, put the expensive necklace in its place, and then kissed your shoulders as he thanked you for your gift.

Time passed and Hawks became suspicious, which was to be expected for a spy; yet, Endeavor's seriousness and his professionalism made him doubt your affair. Besides, Hawks thought you'd be confident enough to tell him something. And that's precisely what happened, you ended up telling him everything one night while you drink something together. You had had the worst argument so far with Enji. You had quarreled in his office because he explicitly prohibited you from taking part in a mission involving another hero of the same age as you.

"You can't forbid me anything, Endeavor!" You told him chasing him around the office.

“I can, and I'm doing it. You're not gonna participate." He took a seat and looked for some papers, trying to ignore you. "If there's nothing else I can do for you, I have a lot to do."

“Why am I not going to participate?! I'm perfectly capable of doing it!”

"Let him take over."

"That's because of your jealousy, right?" The moment you said that, Enji slammed the drawer shut and stared at you, offended that you said something like that. "You don't want to let me go because you're jealous and I already told you it doesn't even make sense!”

"What kind of foolishness is that?!"

"It's not foolish, I know you, Enji!"

"You're my subordinate, behave like one, keep quiet, and obey."

"But…"

“One more word and you're gonna get into trouble! Keep questioning me and I'll take away all the missions you have for this month."

"Well, then I don't want to work with you anymore, I can go to another agency!"

“Well, do it! Go! If that's what you want, go and find where your spoiled behavior would be accepted, I had enough of this! You're acting like a spoiled brat!"

The flames on his face and the intensity with which he rose to his feet almost made you step back, but being just as proud as him, you moved closer until the heat coming from Endeavor made you stop.

“You're just a cocky, pushy man, and when someone disagrees with you, you act like a jerk. You've been UNBEARABLE since…”

"Don't dare to continue talking." He warned you barely audible.

“No, Endeavor, listen to me! Every time you go to jail to see Dabi you get insufferable! Didn't you notice how you yelled at the interns? You even kicked me and Hawks out of the office because we tried to tell you something different from what you were proposing! Seeing Dabi makes you sick, it hurts you and you end up hurting others. And this is all because you keep blaming yourself for the decisions your son made. He chose to be a villain, you had apologized many times, let him go! Stop tormenting yourself and accept you can't control everything!"

“You're just a deluded girl who thinks that everything in life is easy. Grow up and think before speaking."

Endeavor had dealt a low blow, he knew perfectly well how insecure the age difference made you feel and for him to say something like that... he just hurt you. You didn't understand why he had done it if that subject was also sensible for him. He hadn't said it openly because communicating assertively was not a characteristic of the hero, but he was also dismayed by the difference between you.

You couldn't say anything else, you just shook your head negatively and left the office.

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Date Night Pt. 2

A/N: Finally finished! This was my first time writing Cody and first time including spice in a full fic, rather than a drabble. Those two things made this a challenge but I finally got it to a place I liked. I hope you all like it, too.

This starts partway through Pt 1 and shows how Cody's date went, so go check that out here if you haven't yet.

Pairing: Cody x f!Reader

W/C: 5,386 words (I let this one get away from me but I have no regrets).

Warnings: Spice/smut/lemon after the divider, Dom!Cody (brat tamer got a hold of me), bratty sub if you squint.

Dividers by @samspenandsword and @djarrex, respectively.

He was too nice. Honestly, he blamed General Kenobi. The man’s deep compassion that bordered on insanity seemed to have rubbed off on the Marshal Commander. That was the only reason he was here, in a dance studio that didn’t serve alcohol, dressed in the nicest and somehow most uncomfortable civies he owned, leading a stranger through the crowd.

Of course his date got there first. He just hoped Rex’s would hurry up. His brother looked ready to call it from nerves, and the night had barely started. And Cody was not about to be left here seeing as this whole matchmaking endeavor was his brother’s idea.

At least you seemed pleasant enough when you introduced yourself. A bit formal, if anything, but Cody wasn’t really going to complain about having someone as beautiful as you on his arm for the evening.

The movements the instructor called out, something called a triple step, was almost insultingly easy, and the pair of you mastered it rather quickly. With each step, though, Cody couldn’t help but look up and around, checking in on Rex.

“Do you want to try for real?” You asked, breaking the slightly tense silence mitigated only by the crowd around you.

“Huh?”

Your lips quirked at his distracted response, likely mistaking it for nerves. You were pretty when you smiled. “Like partner dancing. It looks like you picked up the steps pretty quick, so do you want to try them for real?”

“Yeah, sure.”

He let you lead, moving into the circle of his arms and resting your one hand against his shoulder, taking the other in yours without an ounce of hesitation.

“You’re no beginner at this, are you?” he questioned as his free arm draped across your back, unsurprised when you shook you head.

“No, but I don’t mind brushing up on the basics. It’s good to reaffirm foundations.”

Cody agreed with a hum, having found himself barking a similar sentiment to his men, though the foundations for their training was very different. “A good philosophy to have.”

“I think so, at least. Better to prepare than be caught unaware.”

“Are you always so pragmatic?” he asked, an eyebrow raising as he turned his attention fully to you for the first time.

You shrugged your shoulders gently. “I don’t think so, but my friends will likely say otherwise.”

“Maybe your friends are jealous,” he offered, earning a delicious, full laugh for his efforts.

“No, definitely not. They’re rather fed up with me usually, but they still indulge me.”

Unsure how to answer beyond an approving nod, Cody let the conversation drop.

The two of you settled into a nice rhythm with your movements. The silence was still a bit awkward, but not unpleasantly so. Though with each turn, he kept his eyes scanning the crowd for a buzzed blond head.

A small smile curled at the corner of his lip seeing his brother swaying not very gracefully with his date, both smiling like idiots at one another.

Looks like he doesn’t need my help anymore.

It wasn’t quite relief, more like sweet satisfaction that rolled through him at seeing his brother really let go and enjoy himself.

Surprisingly, Cody was having a good time, too. More than he anticipated he would, at least. The dancing was different than what he’d experienced in other bars and clubs and while he wasn’t one to shy away from a night out with his men, it was never his choice activity for leave.

But this? Swaying and gliding smoothly across the floor to a song he could actually hear the words to, matched step for step by a beautiful woman? One who, based on first impressions at least, was intelligent and composed?

He wouldn’t mind doing this again.

“You keep checking out the other girls here and I may get jealous.” Your tone was light, teasing, but there was an edge he heard just underneath. Your face showed a similar pleasant mask as he realized he had been turned away from you for a bit.

“That’s not what I’m doing.”

“Oh no?” Your tone that time was sharper, the edge peeking through and Cody realized he was losing control of the situation.

“No, and I’m sorry I gave that impression,” he sighed and pulled you slightly closer. “The truth is I didn’t want to be set up. But my brother did, and he wasn’t coming without backup. I couldn’t let him fly solo or he’d get stuck in his head. That’s who I’ve been looking at.”

Deftly timing his steps, Cody circled the two of you around so you could see Rex and his date more clearly.

“He’s a good man, just awkward beyond belief when off the battlefield. I guess I felt I owed it to him to act as his wingman tonight.”

He looked back down to you, only to find you had leaned forward, almost pressing your forehead against his chest as your shoulders shook.

“Kark, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cr-”

But when you looked up, you weren’t crying. Mirth from your laughter danced across your face and for a genuine moment, there was no other thought in Cody’s mind besides imprinting that sight into his memory forever.

“No, no, I’m sorry. I accuse you of having a wandering eye, but we’re playing the same game.”

“I … what?”

“See her?” You pointed slyly at the girl in Rex’s arms. “She’s my best friend. I am looking to find someone, but the only reason I went through a matchmaker is because of her. She’s usually so nervous meeting new people that she clams up, so she thought an arranged date would help — no guessing if the person is at least open to a relationship. But the first rule of girl code is you don’t let your friend meet a new guy on her own. So … here I am, keeping an eye on her, ready to break a nose if I have to.”

At that, Cody let out a braw laugh, one that came from deep in his gut. You certainly were something else.

“What? You don’t think a girl can throw a punch?” Your indignation may have been genuine, he didn’t have the best read on you yet. But the traces of your smile made him believe it was a farce.

“Oh, I have no doubt the damage you can do, little one,” he teased, turning you both away from your friends. They seemed happy enough on their own, anyway, and he now wanted to enjoy his night to its fullest. “But I’ve been whipping Rex into shape since we were cadets. If in the incredibly unlikely event that he earns a punch, I’d be happy to deliver it on your behalf.”

You tilted your head as you crooned, “My hero,” sarcasm lacing your tone and igniting a fire in his gut.

But your jovial expression faded slightly as your eyes cut back across the room. “Unlikely, huh? So … he’s a good guy?”

He wasn’t sure if you realized how much you revealed of yourself in that moment. How the confident mask slid completely off to show the care and vulnerability beneath. You couldn’t have realized, he decided. But he still selfishly took the gift of your trust that he most definitely did not yet earn.

He would, though. He wanted to, at least.

“One of the best. Your friend couldn’t be in better hands.”

Slowly, your eyes glide back up to his and you smile again. But he can see the difference now, and this one isn’t a mask.

“Hmm, I think there may be better hands to be in tonight.”

Cody swallowed a growl at your implication, ego stoked by the hunger in your eyes as they raked over his face.

“Oh?” he prompted.

“Mm-hmm.” You stepped closer, pressing your front against his softly enough to give him room to step back if he wanted out. He moved forward. “But I don’t want to share.”

Cody knew how to wield his body like a weapon, not just on the battlefield but off to keep his men in line around the clock. His gaze, his voice, his posture all served to force excited shinies and wayward troopers to behave to regulation. He put all that knowledge to use as he pinned you with his gaze, eyes unwavering as he bent forward and invaded the last of your personal space, pressing his forehead to yours.

“You don’t ever have to share,” he promised, meaning every word if you would let him in. A grace he asked for gently, pressing his lips lightly to yours, keeping his eyes on you even as yours fluttered closed.

The moment he pulled back, the tip of your pretty pink tongue slid out to slide along your bottom lip, tasting him again, before you opened your eyes again to stare straight through him.

“Then let’s get out of here.”

“You know, this isn’t exactly what I had in mind when you suggested leaving the class.”

Cody looked down — again — to check his movements against the complex pattern of steps marked on the flimsy on your floor, dotted lines connecting outlines of feet to show proper motion and placement. But the music was too fast and the rhythm too unfamiliar for him to accomplish his goal with any grace.

“You were the one who said that class was too easy, and I was still promised a dancing date. Gotta get you to my level before that can happen, don’t I?” you teased, leaning against your kitchen counter, watching him with bright eyes and a smile hidden behind the rim of the glass you were sipping from.

Or you could pick an easier style.

The thought was ungracious, and Cody would never admit defeat anyway. But still, it rubbed him wrong that such an easy civvie activity was this much trouble to master.

“Here, let me,” you offered, placing your glass down and slipping in behind him. And he did let you, resting his hands lightly over yours as you pressed yourself against his back.

“You want to rotate your hips when you step. It’ll make your movements more fluid and help you keep the beat.”

He felt the heat of your breath seep through the back of his thin shirt and radiate down his spine as your hands began moving his hips as you desired.

It was odd, giving someone else this much control over his body. It wasn’t strictly unpleasant — he very much enjoyed the weight of you against him and the subtle way you tried to hide how you would press your hips into his ass with each rotation. But it felt a bit too much like charging into battle without a strategy or even a map to locate his target.

Cody was, for the first time in a long time, flying blind.

But you seemed to have it all mapped out. Gently, you nudged your toe against his right heel, pushing that foot forward as you did the same with his right hip.

“Just like that,” you praised. You must have looked up, because this time he felt your breath tickle the fine hairs at the base of his neck. He shivered, and he didn’t need to see you to know you felt it.

“Where did you learn to dance this way?” he asked, trying to focus on anything besides how badly he wanted to turn around and show you a different kind of dance, one he would take the lead in.

You kept nudging his feet into the next step, slowly turning him in a circle. “I learned when I was a teenager. I needed a physical outlet and the woman who owned the local studio offered free classes if I worked the front desk on weekends.”

“A physical outlet?”

He wasn’t sure if he was imagining you tightening your grip on him, but he tightened his hold on your hands in response regardless.

“Yeah … I had a lot of stress and anger at the time, and it got me in a bit of trouble. A teacher recommended writing or crafting to calm me down, but I couldn’t sit still long enough for any kind of hobby like that. Timing worked out that I found the studio just when they needed someone. It didn’t take long after for me to fall in love with dancing.”

Flashes came to him of hours spent splitting his knuckles on a weighted bag, muscles straining after a too-long training session that still hadn’t washed away the pain and frustration after a mission. Those images soon faded to new ones, imagined ones of you, pivoting and moving gracefully, the power evident in your limbs as you move forcefully through the music he can’t hear.

“So you still take classes?” He hoped you wouldn’t hear how his voice caught.

You chuckled, only a little mocking. “I teach them now.”

It was a funny comparison, but with each facet of yourself you revealed, Cody thought of it like another level of Coruscant — polished and clean on the surface, but with so much hidden underneath. And he wanted to explore them all.

“And do you give every student such … hands-on help?”

For a moment, his heart stuttered as he felt your hands slip away from his sides. But the disappointment was soothed seconds later as you slid around to his front, finally facing him again. Gods you were gorgeous.

“Only if he’s got promise.” Everything from the tilt of your lips and tone of your voice to the way you arched against him screamed “tease.”

And Cody knew how to handle a tease.

Done with pretending he didn’t want more, pretending he wasn’t thinking about every other way your body could move against his, he gripped your waist and pulled harshly until there was no room between you. The position forced your neck back to keep eye contact, and his knees almost buckled at the sight.

“I’ll show you promise, little one.”

His lips descended on yours, claiming them thoroughly without any room for argument as he walked you backward to press you into the wall.

How you opened up to him, without a hint of hesitation, was even sweeter than the taste of you on his tongue. Cody relished it. So when you put your walls back up and tried taking control, your hands delicately sliding to the front of his pants, he caught your wrists and lifted them, holding them firm in one hand over your head.

Pulling away from the kiss, he let his eyes feast on you, pulled taunt and on display before him.

“Let me touch you,” you ordered, pulling against his hold.

He nipped at your pout.

“No.”

Cody dipped his head to continue nipping, gentle but firm, down the smooth column of your neck. You writhed against him, and he wasn’t entirely sure if it was from his denial or his bites. He smirked. Either way, you were slowly coming undone beneath him … just as he wanted.

He slipped his knee between your legs. “You wanted to see promise. So I’m showing you all I promise to give.”

You weren’t subtle. Your hips moved almost desperately to find friction along his thigh. But he kept it intentionally just out of reach. Just so you would feel it there but be unable to take your pleasure.

You’d learn it wasn’t something to take. Only something to be given.

And from the huff that sent your chest heaving right before his eyes, it was a lesson you were going to insist he teach the hard way.

“Okay, you got promise.” Your admission sounded like vinegar to the ears and Cody imagined it tasted even worse. He loved it. “But it’s no good if you don’t follow through.”

His free hand trailed up from your waist to skim across the outside curve of your breast. He knew the sensation must have felt so dull with so many layers between his fingers and your skin. Which made it all the more satisfying when you arched into the touch you could barely feel.

He wondered how it felt in your imagination. Craved to see how you’d react to the real thing.

“And yet just the promise has you so flustered.” He leaned forward again to pull your earlobe between his teeth, smiling around his prize at your sharp inhale. “I wonder just how far I can push you on the promise alone.”

“Cody, come on!” It wasn’t a whine, not really. But he bet it was as close as you ever let yourself get to one.

Until tonight.

“That’s not how you ask for something, little one.” Pulling back to his full height, Cody brings his free hand to tilt your chin up. “Try again.”

Your raised eyebrow was met one of his own. An incredulous unstoppable force meeting a confident unmovable object.

Oh, your stubbornness was beautiful. Hardened and shaped by circumstances he had only just begun to learn, it was a mark of your strength and resilience. But it wasn’t your core. And he was determined to push past it to see that vulnerability from earlier. This time given just for him.

“Come on, princess. Just ask nicely and I’ll take care of you.” His lips pressed to yours again, still firm but slower this time. Sensual. A different type of promise unspoken as his hand moved to pull your hips closer, holding you securely but gently to him. “I’ll take such good care of you.”

A whine, needy and pitchy, rang out so beautifully for him as he felt your resistance melt away.

“Please, Cody. Please let me feel you.”

He rested his forehead against yours so he could see your desperate, bright eyes.

“Good girl.”

He released your hands which fell to his shoulders immediately, using the leverage to pull yourself closer as he moved forward to kiss you again. Now free from holding you back, his own hands slid under the hem of your top to skate along the warm expanse of your lower back. An indulgent moan tore through him, sparking one of your own in response.

You responded to him the way you did to the music earlier, naturally falling into the perfect rhythm, letting him lead you as he pleased. Satisfaction sung in his blood as your tongue danced along his but bending to his will.

Pulling away then was one of the hardest things he’s ever done. But he was going to do this right. And that meant moving out of the living room.

“Now, you’re going to show me to your bedroom, you’re going to get undressed, then you’re going to keep behaving so I can make you come harder than you ever have before. Understood?”

You tilted your head and pursed your lips as if really considering his commands as a proposal, the silent challenge already igniting his blood again.

“But what if I want you to strip first?” Your hand slipped to cup his erection before he could stop you.

“What if I want you in my mouth first?” You bit your lip enticingly as you pressed against him.

“What if I want to make you feel good first?” You squeezed him but too lightly for him to feel satisfied.

You were going to be the death of him. You were used to getting your way, and no wonder. What sort of man could refuse that offer. But Cody wasn’t just any man. He going to make you follow orders or die trying. And if death came for him in your bed, he would thank every star for his fortune.

He knelt slightly to lift you into his arms, groaning at the heat he could already feel radiating off you.

“Then I’m not going to stop you,” he started, making his way through your apartment. You pointed him in the right direction and he pivoted, smiling at the look of victory on your face. “But I will have to punish you after.”

Confusion drew your expression tight. Gods, you were a precious thing, weren’t you?

“Punish?”

Cody dropped you onto the bed, enjoying the way you bounced and flailed to regain your balance.

“Of course,” he husked, crawling over to trap you beneath him. You reacted perfectly again, like you knew each step already as you laid back and welcomed his bulk, hands at his waist to secure him to you. “Good girls follow orders. Bad girls do what they want. So bad girls get punished.”

Running his hand under the front of your shirt, Cody slowly began lifting the fabric, his lips tracing each inch of newly exposed skin.

“And do you know what that punishment is?” he asked as your bra — a pretty, lacy thing — was revealed to him. He pressed hot, open-mouth kisses to the fabric just above your peak.

Your whimper had him repeating the process on your other breast.

“Do you?” he asked, pulling back to look at your flustered face, eyes pleading in a way he’d soon get your mouth to join.

You shook your head and whispered, “No.”

With a smile at your disheveled state, Cody rocked his length into your core, gritting his teeth to hold back his own groan so he could indulge in yours.

“Punishment means you don’t get to come.”

Sliding back, he hooked his fingers around the waist of your trousers and pulled as he settled on his knees in front of the bed. Grabbing your thighs, he slid you to the edge of the mattress before pressing against the inside of your legs, spreading you open for him.

He nearly lost control right there. The sight of your glistening sex blooming for him tested every ounce of resolve. Maker, he did this. He made you feel this way. And he was only getting started.

“So, I’ll ask once again,” he warned, his hand coming to trace the outside of your lips, pulling at the flesh to expose even more of you to his hungry eyes. “Are you going to be good for me? Are you going to let me fulfill my promise?”

His patience was thinner than a razor’s edge, so when your answer wasn’t immediate, he doled out his first reprimand, bringing his hand down firmly but without too much force on your wet cunt. The slap echoed sinfully in your bedroom, drowned out only by your cursing.

“Fuck!”

“I need an answer, little one. And I need it now.” His voice was more gravel than honey, forced from his vocal cords desperately as he sat too close to what he wanted only to be left in limbo. “I’m going to eat this pretty pussy. I just need to know if it deserves to come.”

It was the last straw. Your confession and consent poured out of you like a damn bursting, “Please! Please, I’ll be good, I’ll be so good just please let me feel your tongue!”

Cody didn’t keep you waiting. He dove in, determined to reward you for being so good. He focused his attention on your clit, working over the sensitive bundle of nerves with firm strokes, moaning into your heat as your hips moved against him, riding him to increase your pleasure.

He needed more from you. He needed you undone.

He sucked your clit into his mouth, pulling harshly until he felt your hands grip his hair, tugging at the short strands.

“Maker, Cody, just like that.”

He soothed over the area with a gentle lick before repeating the process, delighting in your cries at the sensation. Your nails scraped along his scalp and he welcomed every pass, the slight pain grounding him and affirming just how good he could make you feel.

When your legs began to shake around him, he dipped down to press against your opening, pushing his tongue just inside your channel to feel the muscles quiver at his touch.

“Yes, yes, yes right there. Fuck, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna –”

And he was sure you were about to cum. But before you could, he pulled away.

“NO!”

Your scream brought a smirk to his face. Stripping quickly, Cody crawled back over you, pulling your legs to rest over his hips before gripping your waist. Every inch of you looked as utterly wrecked as he felt, from the tangled mess of your hair across the bedspread to the wide, pleading eyes that bore into his.

“I said I was gonna be good,” you whined, demanding your release. He was starting to love the sound.

Reaching forward, he guided your torso up just enough for him to remove your shirt and bra, finally bearing you completely to him. His hands trailed delicately across your collar, down the swell of your cleavage and finally across the peak of your nipple. With a sharp inhale, you arch into the touch, accidentally coating his length in your slick.

“I know, princess, I know,” he cooed, soothing the sharp sting of denial with his words as his hands gripped your waist. “That was punishment for teasing me earlier. Couldn’t let that slide, now could I?”

He gave you a pointed look, and you shook your head slightly, resignation coloring your features.

“But with your punishment out of the way,” he started, shifting his hips to place his tip at your entrance. “I can finally give you your reward. Would you like that?”

You nodded eagerly, but that wasn’t quite enough for him.

“Words, little one. I need to hear you say it. Would you like me to make you come on my cock?”

Your eyes locked with his in a final moment of clarity.

“Yes,” you breathed like a promise.

He was losing himself. He didn’t even make you say please that time. He couldn’t. Couldn’t bear waiting another moment to sink into you with you so willing beneath him.

In a slow but steady push, he felt your walls split around him, welcoming him home. Your hands squeezed his forearms, nails leaving half-moon smiles along his skin.

Part of him wished they’d scar.

Fully seated inside you, Cody could feel every spasm as you worked yourself up around him. “Shh, relax,” he ordered softly, bringing one hand over your lower belly and pushing down to still you. “Just relax.”

He left his hand there to keep you in place. Your head was tossed back, eyes closed tight in an expression of pure, unfulfilled desire, your mouth open but void of any sound. Reaching forward, Cody slid his free hand under the base of your skull, tilting your head forward and biting back a groan as the new angle let him sink even deeper into you.

“Look at me.”

Your eyes fluttered open and met his.

“There’s my good girl.”

Good girls get rewards.

Cody waited for your smile to break all the way across your face before pulling out slowly and sliding back into you with controlled force. You tried so hard to keep those eyes open and on him, only letting your lids slide down halfway at the pleasure.

He repeated the motion, finding his own rhythm to drive you wild. Slow but powerful thrusts broke down every shred of resistance until you were putty in his hands, taking all he had to give you.

“Kark, you take me so well. Like you were kriffing made for me,” he praised, his voice barely more than a whisper but the way you tightened around him confirmed you heard it.

“Do you like that? Do you like knowing how perfect you feel? How good you’re being for me?” He growled loudly when you tightened even more.

“I do.”

Your breathless admittance had him moving faster, snapping his hips to yours with increasing pressure and forcing the sweetest cries from you.

“Don’t stop! Fuck, Cody please don’t stop,” you begged, your desperation fanning the fire inside him further. Nothing could get him to stop now.

Your hands fell from his arms to trail along your torso, catching his ravenous gaze.

He leaned ever closer, bending over you so his stomach brushed against yours as he kept his pace. “Go on.”

Your hands moved higher slowly, cupping your breasts and squeezing until the soft flesh spilled from between your fingers. You bit your lip, a moan clearly on your tongue you arched, offering yourself to his mouth.

He didn’t hesitate. Pushing forward, he wrapped his mouth around the tight bud of your nipple and sucked hard, delighting in the hoarse cry that burst from your mouth.

But it wasn’t enough.

“Put your fingers in my mouth.”

And you obeyed, reaching up to press the tips of your fingers against his lips. His tongue darted out, sucking them in and lavishing them until they were soaked.

“Touch yourself. Let me see how you make yourself feel good.”

He returned to your breast, suckling hard as he watched your fingers tease your other bud, a chorus of cries harmonizing with the repetitive wet slap of his balls against your cunt.

It was too much. He could feel the edge approaching and he couldn’t stop it. Didn’t want to. But first, you.

Releasing your breast with a sinful pop, Cody leaned back to rest on his knees, pulling your hips even higher. Once you were settled, he pressed harder on your lower belly as his thumb found your clit, swiping hard over the sensitive nerves.

“I’ve got you, princess,” he promised, pounding into you frantically now, needing to feel your release. “I’ve got you. Now come. Come for me, my good girl.”

Nothing could have prepared him for this — how spectacular you looked as your orgasm took you, your back arching, using the leverage from your hips to impale yourself completely on his cock, your head tilting back to expose your throat to him. Or how fucking tight your walls constricted around him, pleasure so complete it bordered on pain until, with one last thrust, his own climax crashed through him, whiting out his vision for a moment.

He could feel the spasms of aftershocks running through you, milking him dry as he held firm above you. As much as he wanted to stay buried in your heat, he had to pull out, not wanting to risk overstimulating himself.

At least, not this time.

Even with his training, Cody was still out of breath. But you? You were a mess, shaking and panting in the aftermath of his attention. Rolling to the side, Cody lay back, pulling you to him and grounding you in his arms as he whispered praise and affection into your ear, his hand running soothing passes along your back.

Eventually, your breathing evened out and you tilted your head back to look at him.

“There she is.” He smiled gently, bringing his hand around to cup your face and press a tender kiss to your lips.

“Hi,” you whispered, matching his smile.

“Hi,” he replied, pressing his forehead to yours. “I should apologize. I did intend on discussing all of this with you first.”

You shook your head against his. “It’s ok. You gave me plenty of outs. And I’m not sure what I would have said, anyway. I’ve … I’ve never really done anything like that before. I didn’t … didn’t think I’d like it.”

You bit your lip and ducked your head slightly, but you never looked away. A swell of pride coursed through him at your boldness.

“And you did? Like it, that is?”

He laughed at your answering nod.

“Words, pretty girl. I need to hear it if you want that to happen again.”

You rolled your eyes, and he delivered a swift yet soft swat to your behind, intently intrigued by the soft gasp of your response. He made a note to come back to that later.

“Try again.”

You leaned up so barely an inch of space existed between you.

“I liked it,” you said. “I really, really liked it.”

“Good,” he confirmed as he settled you both in for the night.

Just before sleep claimed him, Cody realized he had to thank Rex for being such a nervous wreck. He hoped his brother’s date went well, otherwise the little punk would never let him live this down.

#tcw matchmaking au #clone matchmaking au #212th Attack Battalion

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maris-medley · 7 months

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Messing With Remnant: BTC AU Bit - Part 1/3

Page Count: 5

Word Count: 788

Author’s Note: Hi hello hi hello HIIIII

I’m finally writing something for this AU. Finally. Fucking finally. Oh I’m so ill.

Idk if the events described in these little oneshots will actually happen but for now their purpose is simply to showcase the dynamics among the characters. For actual canon BTC characters, I’m gonna try to stay as true to canon as possible with what little info I can get. As for River, the relationships between her and the canon characters are.. headcanon?? I think??? Idk.

Also yes I do mention River having games on her phone and I’m just gonna give an explanation for that now cause it’s not much of a spoiler lmao: she does NOT have any kind of internet or signal. The most she can do is use her notes app and listen to already-downloaded music. And play the tons. And tons. And tons. And tons did I mention TONS of no-wifi-required games she’s got on her phone. So yeah she may or may not use that to distract Tom every so often when she and Springtrap embark on their mischievous little evil terrible endeavors.

(I swear I have an explanation for Tom being able to interact with objects she gives him I will talk about that within either the second or third part).

But yeah BTC Springtrap has infected my brain and I will never forgive @skeletoninthemelonland for that. /lh /j

All BTC characters as well as the general story belong to them ofc so please follow them I love BTC and their art and they’re a very cool person :33

Also skeleton TELL SPRINGTRAP TO START PAYING REMNANT TAX FOR INFECTING MY BRAIN. IF IT’S GOING TO ROT AWAY HE SHOULD GIVE ME FINANCIAL COMPENSATION!! /lh /hj

Okay anyways uhhhh hope you guys enjoy this!! :3

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Pure energy.

That’s what it looked like to her, anyway—it was the only way she could think to describe it—even though she already knew from the start that this would go much deeper than that. She’d have been shocked if Springtrap of all people knew exactly what it was, though, let alone be able to articulate it in a way another person could understand.

She couldn’t pinpoint exactly why, but she was almost drawn to it, having recalled a vague, childhood memory of fire, how it pulsated and flicked around wildly despite being contained within the constricting wick it was lit upon.

Whatever this energy was: it reminded her of that.

Unlike fire, looking at it sort of hurt her eyes…

“What are you doing?”

She blinked, flinching back to reality. Without realizing it, she’d begun to reach out to it. “Uh…”

That was all she could muster. Springtrap rolled his eyes and lightly smacked her hand away.

“You didn’t hear a word I said,” he sighed irritably. “Did you?”

“You were talking?”

He smacked his right hand against his eyes, grumbling to himself. “Do you ever take anything seriously?”

“Absolutely not,” River replied without missing a beat, flashing a grin. “You should know this by now.”

“Well, what I was trying to say,” Springtrap said, taking a step toward… whatever it was and lowering his hood. “That this is what I mentioned yesterday: remnant.”

“I mean, I guess I see why you’re so obsessed with it now,” she shrugged, lowering the hood of her cape, as well. “It’s kinda pretty.”

“Oh, yes!!” Springtrap exclaimed, suddenly in a weirdly sing-song voice drawling with sarcasm every syllable. “Because I’m obviously dedicating my life’s work to this substance just because it ‘looks pretty’!!”

He paused, then said, “Stop taking me for some moronic, shiny-object-obsessed kleptomaniac!”

“...I mean I was tryna be nice by not mentioning your crazy hoard ‘o metal parts, but—”

“Moving. On.”

River snickered to herself before turning back to the remnant. “Yeah, yeah. So… what is it, again?”

“You wouldn’t understand,” he said, to which she rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “That isn’t the important part yet, anyway; what’s important is what I- we can do with it.”

“Skip to the part where ya actually elaborate on somethin’ for once, please,” River interrupted. “I don’t know how long my games are gonna distract Tom and co. for.”

Springtrap heaved a pointlessly dramatic sigh once more, shaking his head. “Fine, whatever. We use it to generate power; that’s the most basic the explanation can get, at least. But I take as much as I can to use for… research purposes.”

“Real convincing, Spring,” River said, wearing a sarcastic smirk.

“I thought I told you not to call me that.”

“I won’t hesitate to get Tom to start saying ‘Springle’ again.”

Springtrap went back to the subject at hand, but his eye twitched rapidly. River thought he’d pop a vein, if… well, if he had any that still worked.

“Based on what I currently know about remnant—albeit my knowledge is a bit limited—I have a theory that it may help you.” He paused again, absentmindedly scratching the side of his head. “Though I can physically interact with it just fine, I’m unsure what sort of effect it would have on actual, living matter.”

“Is this your lame attempt at convincing me not to touch it just ‘cause you want it?”

“Of course I want it,” Springtrap scoffed. “But I’m being serious, kid! I don’t know enough to just let you grab it out of the air right when it appears!”

“Then why did you bring me along?!”

“Because you need to know about it if you have any hope of returning to wherever you came from!”

Out of spite, River glowered up at him, holding eye-contact as she reached her hand out and grabbed the remnant, clutching it in her hand as tightly as she possibly could.

It burned. It was as if she’d shoved her hand into actively boiling water. She couldn’t take her hand away from it, because it’d already faded from her grasp. Not that she ever had been, but the feeling traveled through her veins as if she’d been bitten by a snake that wouldn’t retract its fangs, or struck by lightning with a metal rod in hand. This was about how she’d imagined it at least.

She couldn’t even scream. Her voice was caught in her throat. The tears that streamed down from her eyes stung her skin. All she could do was stand there, but even that became too much, and her knees buckled under her weight.

All noise dulled, the last of them she could only just barely make out being Springtrap yelling her name.

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#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf au #au #au lore #fnaf oc #fnaf springtrap #springtrap #springtrap.#btc #btc springtrap #behind the codes #behind the codes springtrap #behind the codes springtrap.#they are the sillies #THE sillies EVER in fact #River figured out pretty easily he gets an ego boost from intimidating people #so she bullies him for shits and giggles #they both bully each other tbh #they are also both incredibly evil #they are silly and dumb and selfish and evil #and yet when one of them is hurt or sad suddenly they know what empathy is #they do the same with Tom #nobody else though #their idea of bonding time is murder #they’re a little fucked up #they like to claim they hate each other #but they’d die a second time if it meant the other would be okay #not at the point in time Messing With Remnant is set though #this is fairly early on in their little father daughter shenanigans

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eluxcastar · 8 months

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thinks are being thunked 🧐 GREATLY influenced by the sexiest white suit in all of mankind worn by the prettiest genshin man EVER

which specifically got me thinking about Lord Regrator himself in a pair of evil and sophisticated suit 😩 completing the look with a CANE. Do you know how sexy it is for men with glasses to have Canes? i just KNOW that bastard has commissioned separate and uniquely-designed walking canes to match each of his outfits. Speaking of which, im going to throw my little male reader into this too, because why not. I'd like to think Pantalone is the kind of dude who believes 'subtly one-upping' his business partners and negotiators, to be the second-most satisfying thing in the world. First being a successful profitable endeavor. A petty bitch who does a background search on his wealthy clients before meetings, "oh it's an inazuman entrepreneur?" Suddenly he's wearing the grandest flowing robes befitting a (Japanese) king. "a group from sumeru?" bro is about to dress like a Desi maharaja. Pantalone CAN, infact, outdo the doers. 😏😋 In this case; (pre-relationship) where the harbinger dons an imposingly HOT suit- complete with priceless accessories to flaunt right under the noses of his newest clients from Fontaine. Our reader (and a couple other lawyers and bankers) also attend this meeting and has to try so hard not to shamelessly eye Pantalone in front of everybody. (he succeeds. Because distractions = disappointments. And you DON'T want to disappoint the harbinger. Sometimes working under him means Fear > Horny)

skkskskskks I feel like I want to pin down the dynamic like: Reader (praying) : I am a pious fatui. No temptation can stray me from my path of duty. Pantalone (yes i hc him to occasionally use a casual petname. Not affectionate, but more smug) : What was that, my dear? Reader : 😩😭💦😳🔥😲🤤😔😩🥴😵

I've been hoarding this ask for months because I love it, and I was gonna write something short for it, but I finally decided I wanna fuss over it instead cause OMG UWEGDUYF Pantalone trying to one-up his associates is so real you can't convince me he isn't lowkey envious and depending on how you spin it kind of an attention whore but subtly like, if people aren't taking notice of him he takes that as a sign to work HARDER

especially his darling cause, like, who else should get their attention?? HE deserves that, and he damn well knows he's gonna get it anyway, but he's gotta please them too, even before their relationship where it's like a teasing thing cause there's no way he doesn't notice and take advantage of the attention to bask in it a little. he's hot and he knows it. someone called him the dom's dom one day and that's so REAL he IS AND HE KNOWS IT

also I'm working on your Kaveh request my child it's coming I swear

#✦ — riri rambles.#♡ — ruu.#pantalone #pantalone x reader #genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader

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wintermelonbear · 2 months

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Just Another Picture to Burn

Summary: Just a cute little friendship between Jon, Damian, and Marinette. Can be read platonically or with some romantic inclination. Just two friends who want the best for each other and will celebrate each other’s milestones

Sidenote: I haven’t written anything in years, but dragged my butt to write this for the MGI civil war so proceed with caution.

Sharp green eyes open up to the world moments before the buzz of a phone alarm signals the need to get up. Out of an abundance of caution stemming from his tumultuous upbringing the young teen scans the room for any signs of an intruder, most days this is a fruitless endeavor, but Damian could never find himself to drop this habit. He notes an envelope on his desk and reaches for the compressed bo staff under his pillow. As he approached the desk the only sound that could be heard was the light creak of the manor’s floorboards and low mumblings coming from the kitchen. A sigh of relief breaks this silence as Damian recognizes the gentle script sprawled across the front of the pale pink envelope spelling out “To Dami”.

Cautiously he flips the envelope checking for signs of tampering. While the sentiment is nice, the choice to send a handwritten letter rather than a text was out of left field from his companion. He notes with a slight grin that she had used the wax seal he gifted her after the defeat of Hawkmoth. Sliding a batarang out from the underside of his desk he slices open the top of the envelope to reveal a piece of thick cardstock. At this Damian’s brow moves into a sharp arch, what could have been so important, yet so minimal that she had to portal over to his place in the middle of the night. Pulling out a piece of pristine white paper, he reads, "You, me & Jon. 7 pm CET. I already checked with your dad, so no excuses. Love, Mari”

Picking up his phone –the latest from Wayne Tech– he taps out a message to his top contact, “Spotted Menace”. A bright blue message populates the screen reading out, “An invite? To what exactly?” For emphasis, he adds in a raised eyebrow emoji then after some contemplation adds in a thinking emoji. Following that text, he quickly snaps a picture of the note to Marinette to confirm he received her letter before preparing for the day.

Before leaving his room he picks up the envelope again, this time to admire her handiwork instead of ascertaining its threat level. Turning to the back of the envelope his chest puffs out a bit as he dons a victorious smile he takes in his handiwork. She had used the wax seal stamp he had gifted her on her 16th birthday. He hand-carved the image of a ladybug resting on a branch of plum blossoms, to signify her new beginning as a hero by choice and not by necessity after the defeat of Hawkmoth.

As Damian slipped into the driver’s seat of his sleek sedan he mused that 12-year-old Damian would be utterly baffled by the person he is today –apart from being the stronger member of the new generation of heroes, that has always been a given (Somewhere Jon is rolling his eyes). Honestly, when Damian first met Marinette he found her pathetic. She was just a worthless little girl who was gifted powers beyond her capability to wield, and he never hid his disdain for her. Thus, to young pre-teen Marinette the youngest Robin was just a massive dickhead who had no feelings apart from his superiority complex. He was an embodiment of torment; the worst parts of Felix and Chloe combined. Not to say that Damian is perfect now, but at the time he lacked the perspective he gained from his travels to and return from Lazarus Island. Now he has spent more time learning from others’ experiences, has gone through his first heartbreak after Flatline decided that time spent with him was distracting her from her personal goals, and all of that has taught him to care and have some level of empathy. He may not be like Marinette and Jon, ready to do what is right solely because they blindly believe in the goodness of others, but he understands that even if he may not find value in someone, that does not mean their life is worthless.

The first time Robin acknowledged that despite Ladybug’s lack of technical combat skills, she had plenty of other skills that other heroes would be envious of, Nightwing attempted to give him a “bear hug” and Superboy nearly fell from the sky. What Robin to this day doesn’t know about that night is that his comm was connected to Ladybug’s and the reason she fell off the roof was not the attacker’s sharp jab to her ribs, but rather the shock of Robin giving her any form of praise. From then on Marinette decided maybe Robin was capable of growing a heart, and while it may have started as one-sided conversations with her rambling on about herself and basic topics of conversation – how’s the weather in the Gotham? It’s been warm in Paris! Did you see the new Mecha Strike game launch? What’s your favorite dessert? – eventually, Damian started warming up to her.

By the time the youngest Wayne snaps out of his reverie, the bell has rung signaling the dismissal of his second-period and the start of the school’s 20-minute break. Fishing through his pockets, and quickly unlocking his phone he finds several missed messages from Marinette, Jon, and their group chat “Talk Shit Get Hit”. After skimming through their private messages, Damian bites the bullet and opens up “Talk Shit Get Hit” to begin tackling the growing number of messages. Scrolling to the top of the chain of unread messages he sends Jon spamming the chat with unintelligible keyboard smashes followed by “MARI HOW DID YOU GET US OUT OF LIZZIE-SITTING DUTIES???”, Damian swears that the capslock on Jon’s keyboards must be worn down with his overusage. He reacts to the message with a set of eye emojis because there are very few people Diana trusts with her fussy toddler and he knows for a fact that she’s in the midst of an investigation into a rapidly expanding crime syndicate. As he scrolls further he is dismayed to find out Marinette cashed in this free day in exchange for a date night babysitting gig in addition to normal babysitting duties. Damian loves Lizzie like a younger sister and of course, wants her to be in the care of someone befitting of her status. Still, he has been yelled at one too many times for taking her on patrol with him, and sometimes bringing a 3-foot-tall sidekick with a tutu (courtesy of Marinette) kills his intimidation factor. Once he makes it past a wall of crying emojis and gifs of betrayal from Jon, the chat goes back to its normal contents, filled with reels shared between Jon and Mari, and complaints about their teachers. Jon eventually asks Marinette what she has planned for tonight that is worth the extra babysitting duties, but Marinette declines to answer and instead tells him to be patient.

After school Damian carefully considers his outfit but sticks with his classic black turtleneck and a pair of khakis, Marinette will call him boring but what does she know? She used to have a crush on a guy who exclusively wore a striped shirt with an open button-up and bright orange Converses. Once they became comfortable with one another Marinette made it VERY well-known that while she wished his civilian wear had more diversity and color, she found his original Robin suit to be a “crime against fashion and most people’s eyeballs”. Stating that only traffic lights would appreciate sharing a color palette with him. Damian argued that it’s tradition, while Marinette replied with “It’s fugly and you know it. Y o u! ditched the design in the first place”. Rolling his eyes, he heads to the window and yells out “Jon! I am ready!” and with a flash of blue and red Jon shows up at his window clad in a red hoodie and blue jeans. The Super family really needs to consider their civilian “disguises”.

Swooping Damian up into his arm Jon bolts out the window and into the sky towards Paris until they reach a familiar flowered rooftop. After two taps to the trap door beneath them, the door abruptly gave way and Damian was met with a loud POP and confetti raining down onto him. Quickly Marinette busted out the door cake in hand and in unison started singing with Jon. While it was not a rare occurrence for Marinette to provide them with sweets at her residence, what was on the cake was the strange part. It was a picture of one of his earlier Robin outfits? One that after many earfuls from Marinette knew to be her least favorite, why would she put it on a cake??

“Happy outfit death to you! Happy outfit death to you! You no longer look like a traffic light! Happy outfit death to you!” Out of seemingly thin air, Marinette pulled out a lighter and lit the top layer on fire revealing a picture of his new outfit underneath. “You do not know how relieved I am that I do not have to be with someone whose color palette matches a kindergarten classroom rug, and not a cute one”.

Damian with a puzzled expression questions her, “Is this something to be celebrated? Besides that I changed outfits months ago”. Marinette looked at him mouth agape. “Close your mouth you will catch flies at this rate”.

Almost as if rehearsed Jon and Marinette reply in unison “What are you my maman/ma”?

After clearing her throat Marinette went to explain, “There are plenty of things to celebrate for your outfit change! You’re finding out the type of Robin you’re going to be, and I personally believe that is a worthy cause for celebration. Besides, after Monarch’s downfall, I was really struggling to figure out what to do myself. My whole world felt like it splintered into pieces, but you and Jon were there to help me figure things out when the consequences of my actions™ struck. I want you to feel empowered too, even if you don’t need it the same way I did”. With a smile Marinette brought out some forks, “Now let’s dig in”! If it made him uncomfortable how quickly his friends stabbed his frosting face with their forks, he didn’t let it show.

#maribat #marinette x damian #damian dominance #mgi civil war 2024 #daminette #prompt: color palette

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