#reader x cupid hawks
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Day two - ᴄᴜᴘɪᴅ’ꜱ ꜰᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀꜱ: ᴘʀᴏ ʜᴇʀᴏ ʜᴀᴡᴋꜱ; ᴍʏ ʜᴇʀᴏ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍɪᴀ ❤︎
List prompts <3 ᴘᴀꜱꜱɪᴏɴ : ❤︎ , ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ : ★?
Pro hero hawks chooses : ❤︎
Warning! : Grammar errors, Not proofread,
A/n: hello 👋 sooo I’m late 😭 pt2 was supposed to be yesterday update, but it’s okay, I suppose I’ll be uploading two specials today, the other might be short though 🥺, I hope that’s okay 🙌
[February 13, 2023 __ 2:45 AM ]
It was yet another day for the number two hero, Hawks. He was currently patrolling certain areas in Japan and to be specific; a small café.
There, in the little warm and cozy café; worked an employee that was just the sweetest and certainly the sassiest of employees around.
She was certainly serving an excited customer, as the said customer happily ate their snack in peace. ‘It wouldn’t hurt to visit.’ Hawks thought and processed to fly down to the door.
You went to your next consumer, “Hello sir and madam, what can I get for you today?” You kindly smiled, with your notepads in hand; ready to order.
They ordered two drinks and their snacks for the day. You hummed and smiled as you took their orders, “Alrighty then, I’ll be back with your orders.”
As you went back to the kitchen, you hadn’t noticed a certain red feather smoothly following after you; it neatly placed itself on your hair bun. Making it look sort of stylish. “Here are orders madam and mister, I hope you enjoy!” You, softy, place their drinks and snacks on the table-
“Uh, Ms… (Ln), you have something on your hair,” The woman points towards your hair. You pat your hair embarrassedly, thinking you had bedhead, and forgot to brush it down. To your surprise, you pat a certain soft… feather?
It was red-wait. A red feather, you looked at your surroundings and spotted a certain red-winged hero. He was happily minding his own business, until he looked towards you and waved his gloved hand, with an ever-so-charming smile.
His smile slowly turned into a smirk, as he leaned into the palm of his hand. You were confused until slowly felt his feather slithering down to your neck.
‘What’s going on??!!’
You apologize to the couple and excused yourself, not before asking your co-workers to take your place. You looked towards Hawks, questionably glaring at him. You walked to the kitchen and towards the back of the alley door.
“Hey, kido! I see your on break now, how bout we go on a date now; what do you say?” Hawks suddenly appear. He smirks; thinking he’s got you; although, that couldn’t be farther from the truth.
“Hawks! What are you doing here? You're supposed to be patrolling with your sidekicks. Not goofing off!” You sighed in utter disbelief, although; it warmed your heart. He flew across Japan, just to see you.
“But I wanted to see my chickadee first! My little ray of hope, my baby bird!” You chuckled, flattered at his compliments. That Includes, him wanting to see you again. It felt nice being thought of,
“Okay, okay, but couldn’t you do it after I get out of work.” You sigh, shaking your head.
“Of course,” Hawks replies. You smiled kindly, “Okay thank you, honey, I appreciate It-“
“Not,” You rolled your eyes at your ‘charming’ boyfriend; and just prosed to turn back, walking towards the door. Well tried to at least, you felt a hand taking hold of your wrist; softy backing you up to the building wall. “Hawks! Be careful, someone might see-“
“Then let them see songbird,” Hawks sternly states, but there was still a gentleness in his tone. You could have even mistaken it for a desperate  plea if you heard close enough.
You were aware of how desperate; Hawks wanted to announce his relationship status, with you. Even though he was smart enough to know that, it’ll only endanger both you and him. You, because of possibly being a target, and him; having you as his weakness.
“Don’t worry songbird, when you're ready to announce; I’ll be here. I’ll wait for you, I’ll hold you as close as I possibly can.” He kisses the top of your head; as he softly smoothes out your hair. Even though he so desperately wants to embrace your small figure, he couldn’t risk the possibility of being found out.
“And I’ll be here, to comfort you when you need me. My silly bird brain.” He chuckles at his given nickname.
“I’ll be waiting Dove.”
[February 14, 2023 __ 3:23 AM ]
You woke to a gentle feeling in the back of your neck. It was light and soft against it, but it was also ticklish as it went down to your side.
You sleepily smile, eyes closed; soon you felt that same soft feeling on your back. You turned your head, only to be met with a cute red feather. The said red feather; flew towards your face and gently caresses your cheek.
You giggled, “Good morning my love,” you greeted, knowing Hawks can hear your greeting through the feather. The feather tickles your skin and letting out a soft giggle, you try to chase it as it just flows away from you, although; you were met with a weird feeling beneath your toes.
You look down and saw small little rose petals, all over your little space. Your eyes trail where the petals were leading to, it was outside your door. You happily jumped in excitement, knowing what day it was.
You follow the rose petals and found an item on the floor, a box to be exact. You opened the said box and found a beautiful little charm inside. You noticed that there weren’t any other roses in front of you; you were slightly disappointed.
That was until you looked towards your side and noticed there was a certain red feather in front of your face. Oh!
“Thank you, love,” you thanked it and proceeded to continue to open the door, but the door was opened for you; it was your little lovely feather, it open it.
You were well aware of how strong Hawks feathers were in battle but, you didn’t think they were THAT strong. “Maybe I should give these little cuties more credit, for their hard work huh~” You coo as you open the door.
“You indeed should, baby bird~” you smiled up at your little cute surprise. Hawks held flowers, chocolate, and your favorite stuffed animal; with a  ribbon attached to it.
“Happy Valentine’s Day Dove,” You excitedly jumped into his arms, almost knocking your gifts, but hey! no worries; his feather caught it.
“I’m guesses you like your surprise?”
“I love you!” You corrected him, he happily chirps at your excitement. You grabbed your items and thanked him for the said items. As you were about to kiss him, he stops you and told you, he held yet another surprise; although, he looked… nervous.
You happily smiled and placed your other items on a nearby table. You turned to face him and he inhaled and shakily exhaled, as he face you, with his hands on his back.
“...(Yn),” Hawks calls out, grabbing your attention,
“Hawks,” You happily smiled.
Hawks feather caresses your check softy, as some of them pushed you towards him. You giggled. “Why are you nervous baby?” You asked slightly concerned,
“Hawks-“
“(Yn),”
“Yes?” You looked at him confusedly but, waited patiently for what he had to say. Course you would, your the kind of person he needed in life; and that’s why it’s time.
“Everyday I become more sure that you’re the one,” He fiddles his thumbs nervously but continues ,nonetheless; “and of course you’re still the one, you’ll always be the one.”
You were swooned by his confession and were about to say something, but Hawks softy chuckled.
“I’m not done sweetheart,”
“Oh! I’m sorry, please; processed,” You embarrassedly place your hand on your checks, a slightly blush forming on your features.
“Ah, you know what; screw tradition,” He says as he walks towards you, he was so dame nervous to even process with what he was trying to do.
You were confused, and profoundly apologize for interrupting him, but he stoped you by pulling you into a breathtaking kiss. Then pulls away, to kiss your neck in oder to distract you….
“There,” he states, caressing your face as he twirls, and plays with you hair. You hummed confusedly, Hawks take ahold of your right hand and kisses… A DIAMOND RING!!!!
You shed happy tears, and quickly embrace him; placing kisses on his face and lips multiple times. Hawks kisses your neck softy and pulls you up to spin you around.
You noticed his feathers circling around the both of you’s, happily twirling here and there. You kisses his check once more. He coos and kisses the crown of your head,
“Happy Valentine’s Day angel bride~”
“Happy Valentine’s Day Mr. bird brain,”
#-ˏ𝕮𝖚𝖕𝖎𝖉 𝕱𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖘ˊˎ#(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ 14 days of passion? or possession? short series• • •#hispanic reader#fluff hawks#hawks x reader#fluff#bnha x reader#reader x keigo#bnha fluff#reader x hawks#boku no hero academia#mha x reader#takami keigo#hawks x hispanic reader#keigo x reader#hawks fluff#Cupid hawks#hawks Cupid#valentines specials#mha fluff#mha hawks#bnha hawks#Cupid#keigo takami x reader#reader x keigo takami#cupid x reader#reader x Cupid#reader x cupid hawks#cupid hawks x reader#keigo Cupid
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Tell me Keigo, how did you get yourself in this?
My mischievous Cupid.
[ref: Amore Rapito by sculpture artist Accossato]
#my hero acedamia#mha fanart#pro hero hawks#hawks mha#bnha hawks#hawks bnha#mha au#hawks headcanons#hawks x dabi#mha fandom#keigo takami#hawks hcs#hawks x reader#hawks x y/n#mythology au#cupid au#hawks au idea#hawks#boku no hero academia
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BNHA Men x Male Reader Masterlist
Key: ❤️- Smut 🖤- Angst 🩷- Fluff
Ordered by character then chronologically of when I wrote them
Characters are aged up! (how much depends on the fic)
Izuku Midoriya
❤️ Barrack Bunny - Barrack Bunny reader headcannons with: Izuku, Bakugo, Kirishima, Sero, Denki, and Hawks
Bakugo Katsuki
🩷 Cupid - Bakugo likes the invisible matchmaker
🩷 I used to have a crush on you - Bakugo realises he has a chance
❤️ Barrack Bunny - Barrack Bunny reader headcannons with: Izuku, Bakugo, Kirishima, Sero, Denki, and Hawks
Eijiro Kirishima
❤️ Barrack Bunny - Barrack Bunny reader headcannons with: Izuku, Bakugo, Kirishima, Sero, Denki, and Hawks
Denki Kaminari
❤️ Barrack Bunny - Barrack Bunny reader headcannons with: Izuku, Bakugo, Kirishima, Sero, Denki, and Hawks
Sero Hanta
❤️ Barrack Bunny - Barrack Bunny reader headcannons with: Izuku, Bakugo, Kirishima, Sero, Denki, and Hawks
Shinso Hitoshi
Hero currently on vacation
Keigo Takami (Hawks)
❤️ Quarterback's Bf - Hawks celebrates after a game
❤️ Barrack Bunny - Barrack Bunny reader headcannons with: Izuku, Bakugo, Kirishima, Sero, Denki, and Hawks
Shouta Aizawa (EraserHead)
Hero currently on vacation
Fatgum
Hero currently on vacation
Dabi
Villain too busy slacking
Twice
Villain too busy slacking
Shigiraki
Villain too busy slacking
#gay#male reader#x male reader#fanfic#fluff#cute gay#anime#gay smut#light smut#bnha x male reader#bnha#mha x male reader#mha fanfiction#hawks x male reader#keigo x male reader#bakugo x male reader#deku x male reader#denki x male reader#kirishima x male reader#sero hanta x male reader#male reader masterlist#masterlist#male reader smut#bottom male reader#bottom reader
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Pictures or It Didn't Happen
Commander Thorn x reader featuring Fives, Kix, Jesse, Vaugh, Hawk, Hardcase, and Original Clone Troopers Zero, Cayde, and Cupid
Summary: A game of Truth or Dare results in Fives regretting what he thought would be a funny dare.
Word Count: ~6.0k
Warnings: smut 18+, this is really just filth. established (kind of secret) relationship, unprotected piv sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), brief spanking, creampie. Let me know if I missed anything.
A/N: I finally finished this smut that I've been promising for way too long lmao I hope it was worth the wait 💀. I also want to thank you @a-single-tulip for letting me borrow her OC, Cupid ❤️
Sometimes you wondered why you subjected yourself to shit like this, especially when the 501st had just come off a successful campaign.
The night had started out peaceful, but it never stayed that way when alcohol was involved. That’s how you found yourself crowded into one of 79’s booths with Fives, Jesse, Kix, Vaughn, and Hawk, playing a ridiculous yet intense game of Truth or Dare. Vaughn was the most recent target, spilling his most embarrassing encounter with a natborn, which happened to be when he lost his virginity. Jesse and Kix were still trying to breathe through crippling laughter five minutes later.
“It’s not that funny,” Vaughn huffed, hiding behind his drink. You lightly patted his arm with a smile but he must’ve seen your barely contained amusement because he shot you a narrow-eyed glare.
“Sorry,” you giggled, nudging Vaughn with your shoulder. It took a few more minutes before the laughter finally tapered off and Hawk offered to get the next round. You glanced across the table at where Fives was sitting, noting the pinched expression on his face. “What’s your problem?”
“Hm?” Fives hummed, shifting his eyes from whatever he was staring at over your shoulder. “Oh, nothing.”
“Wanna try that again?” Fives rolled his eyes but jerked his chin over your head, prompting you to twist around, noting the few shock troopers standing near the bar.
“The Guard’s here to ruin everyone’s fun,” Fives grumbled, taking a sip of his drink.
“Oh, come on, they aren’t that bad,” you argued lightly, watching the three troopers talking to the bartender. None of them had removed their helmets but you picked up on a few idiosyncrasies the longer you watched the trio.
“They’re stuck up,” Jesse cut in, elbowing Kix when his brother tried to steal the last of his drink. “Think they’re better than us when they just hang around on triple zero.”
“You’re being harsh,” you chided, turning back to the table of troopers. You had met and subsequently formed an easy friendship with Torrent Company when they accompanied you to Geonosis after the parasitic worm incident. Technically, you didn’t work for the GAR but the microbiology lab you did work for had negotiated a contract that allowed you to study the highly classified specimens troops came in contact with. It was pure luck that the 501st was one of the battalions tasked with escorting you and it had all been downhill from there.
You adored the boys in blue but seeing that you spent a good portion of your time on Coruscant, you had a soft spot for the Corries too.
“Didn’t realize our little lab rat liked ‘em so much,” Fives noted, arching a brow. You caught the hint of a smirk on his lips and you had a sinking feeling you weren’t going to like whatever mischievous thoughts were swirling around in his head.
“I do see them the most,” you responded, faintly rolling your eyes. Hawk chose that moment to slide back into the booth beside you, distributing drinks around the table and blessedly shifting the conversation away from the Guard.
“Alright, Mouse, you’re up,” Vaughn cut in, swatting at Fives who was trying to steal his shot. “Truth or Dare.” You had kept it mostly tame, sticking to truth questions and the boys had let it slide but you knew that it wouldn’t last much longer and decided to just give in.
“I guess it’s time for a dare,” you sighed, mindlessly swirling your fresh drink. The entire table lit up, the brothers leaning together to whisper ideas except for one. Fives was still staring you down across the table, his smile taking on a sharp edge that made you tense. Thankfully, you hadn’t tried to take a drink because the next time his mouth opened, you nearly choked on your own spit.
“I dare you to fuck Thorn.” The entire table went eerily silent, Kix, Jesse, Hawk, and Vaughn slowly sitting back in their seats as they gaped at their brother. You were too stunned to speak, blinking rapidly at the smug ARC trooper. “What? You seem to like them so much so why not? And don’t forget, pictures or it didn’t happen.”
“Dude,” Jesse whispered, glancing between you and Fives. You almost wanted to be irritated by it, knowing Fives was just being an ass for the sake of stirring shit but your devious side won out this time.
“Fine,” you chirped, cutting off whatever Jesse was going to say next. Five pairs of eyes locked onto your face with varying degrees of surprise.
“Woah, Mouse, he’s not serious,” Kix rushed out, trying to backpedal for his brother.
“And why not? It’s not like he said Fox,” you countered, arching a brow. You could imagine the look on Fox’s face if that were the case and you barely contained the urge to start cackling. The table of troopers just stared at you, even Fives who you assumed had expected you to back down. “Hang tight, let’s see if the boys know where he is.”
“Wait!” Hawk shouted, trying to grab you when you slid under the table. Ignoring the disgusting floor you hurried out of reach, throwing a smile over your shoulder as you approached the trio of Corries still lingering by the bar. One helmet turned slightly, catching your approach, and you were almost positive he was smiling based on the way he straightened.
“Hey, Zero,” you laughed, coming to a stop at his side.
“What’re you doing here?” he asked, glancing at his brothers who had turned at the sound of your voice.
“The 501st is planet-side so they invited me out for a drink,” you explained, glancing at the table of troopers blatantly staring. Cayde and Cupid shared a subtle look before Cayde sighed under his breath, returning to his conversation with the bartender.
“What can we do for ya, Mouse?” Cupid asked, leaning an arm against the bar and you could picture the easy smile on his face.
“Where’s your commander?” Zero stiffened at the mention of their CO, quickly clearing his throat to cover his momentary slip.
“Everything okay?” Zero whispered, leaning down so you could hear him better.
“I’m fine,” you laughed, refraining from patting his arm and giving yourself away. “Fives wanted to be cute and stir shit so I figured I’d play along.”
“Involving Fox?” Cupid wondered, tilting his head.
“No, Thorn,” you corrected, darting your eyes toward Torrent’s table.
“You’re in luck,” Cayde spoke up, turning to face you. “Commander Thorn’s on patrol with us.” Cayde jerked his chin at something over your head and you twisted around just as 79’s doors slid closed, a familiar red-winged helmet scanning the immediate area. You bit back on a goofy grin when Thorn worked his way through the crowd with the ease of a commanding officer. Seeing him in his element, the strong, proud commander made your blood feel too hot, forcing you to stifle the urge to squeeze your thighs together.
“Commander,” the three shinies synchronously greeted.
“Gentlemen,” Thorn responded before his helmet turned enough to catch sight of you. “Ma’am.”
“Nice to see you again, Commander,” you murmured, the hint of a smile playing on your lips. Thorn continued to study you for a moment before shifting his attention back to the three troopers standing around you.
“Head out, boys, we’ll debrief outside before shift’s over,” Thorn huffed, jerking his head toward the door. The three troopers replied with another synchronous “yes sir”, pausing long enough to wave at you before making their way into Coruscant’s cool night. You glanced back up at Thorn, his words sinking in after a few seconds.
“I forgot you’re almost finished for the night,” you commented, smiling when his head tilted slightly.
“Lost track of time, huh?” he chuckled, shifting his weight so he was a hair closer to you. “How’re drinks with the bane of Rex’s existence going?”
“Interesting,” you laughed, glancing at said trooper from the corner of your eye. All five of them were zeroed in on your conversation, looking more stunned than before and you nearly laughed. You looked up at Thorn again, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips as you leaned closer, hooking a finger under his belt to keep him from backing away. His hands shot up, hovering in the air near your shoulders and you could only imagine the stunned look on his face.
“What - what are you doing?” he whispered, his visor never leaving your face. The dare wasn’t necessarily a secret but you wanted to have a little fun before giving in and telling him, so you pressed yourself against his chest. The soft hitch in his breathing was only audible seeing that you were practically glued to his chest plate but it made your face feel warm nonetheless.
“Do you have any idea how good you looked walking in here a minute ago?” you purred, tugging lightly on his belt. You were close enough to see his throat bob under the collar of his blacks, his arms dropping bit by bit until one hand hovered near your lower back.
“Mm, why don’t you tell me?” Thorn rumbled, some of the rigidity finally leaving his posture.
“How about I show you?” you countered, standing on your toes. Thorn didn’t move aside from the weight of his hand settling on your waist, squeezing once. His head was angled down slightly allowing you to lean forward and press a feather-light kiss to his helmet’s mockery of a mouth. A warm hand wrapped around the fingers hooked in his belt but he didn’t push them away, if anything, he pulled you closer, pressing the unforgiving curve of his codpiece into your leg.
“What the hell’s gotten into you?” Thorn murmured, his grip on your waist tightening again. Although you were having fun winding him up, you figured you should let him in on the joke sooner rather than later.
“Fives dared me to fuck you,” you stated with a small shrug.
“I thought they didn’t know about us.”
“They don’t,” you giggled, rolling your lips into your mouth. Thorn stared at you for a moment, completely silent before his shoulders started to shake the tiniest bit.
“I think that’s cheating,” he teased, slowly rubbing your side.
“Want me to try and follow through with Fives’ original idea of seducing Fox?” If it weren’t for his chest's faint rise and fall against yours, you would’ve thought he turned into stone before your eyes. Then his hand tightened again, grip harsher than the first time and it sent a thrill shooting up your spine.
“Like you’d even try,” Thorn scoffed, yet his hold on you spoke to a glimmer of jealousy at the thought.
“I wouldn’t,” you hummed, absently playing with the edge of his kama. “So are you in or not?”
“The hell kind of question is that?” he huffed, a hint of amusement coloring his voice.
“I do have to warn you, Fives told me there have to be pictures or it didn’t happen,” you confessed, expression softening. Thorn canted his head, studying you for a moment and you gasped as you felt his codpiece press harder into your leg. It could barely be considered a roll of his hips but it was a far more physical answer than you were expecting.
“I think I can get on board with that,” he rumbled, his head inching closer to yours. The mere suggestion of documenting what you did behind closed doors had your pulse jumping, painfully aware of how wet you already were.
“Lead the way, handsome,” you breathed, barely containing your excitement.
“I need to debrief the rest of the boys first, muffin,” Thorn laughed, finally peeling himself away from you, although he continued to hold on to the fingers that had been toying with his belt. “Once that’s done, you can have your way with me.”
“I supposed I can wait that long,” you sighed dramatically, not bothering to hide the almost giddy smile on your face.
“Come on, troublemaker,” he chuckled, tugging you toward the door. A second before the door slid open you twisted around, eyes immediately finding the table of troopers who still looked just as dumbstruck as they did when you left. You lifted your free hand, wiggling your fingers in a smug little wave before Thorn pulled you out of sight.
Thorn begrudgingly released your hand once you were outside, approaching the rest of his squad while you stood off to the side. Thorn nodded along to whatever Cupid was saying, watching the trooper absently tapping the spot over his heart and you couldn’t help but smile. However, the smile melted off your face when he tilted his head back as far as he could, arms extended in front of himself, clearly trying to stretch his shoulders, but that didn’t stop your eyes from dropping to the sliver of skin peeking out from under his helmet.
That pose gave you a wicked idea.
The shift from a composed, well-behaved boyfriend to whatever insatiable beast Thorn had become had your knees buckling. The second your apartment door shut, he was on you, helmet haphazardly tossed aside in favor of curling a hand around your throat and yanking you into a clumsy kiss. Your fingers instinctively curled around the edge of his chest plate, steadying yourself as he walked you down the hall to your bedroom.
Your knees hit the edge of your mattress as Thorn’s tongue explored your mouth as if he hadn’t done it a million times before. The press of hard plastoid against your leg had you breaking the kiss, letting his lips trail across your cheek and down the side of your neck. Your fingers curled around the rounded edge of his shoulder bell, tugging lightly, making Thorn chuckle against your skin.
“Go on, you know how,” he urged playfully, his hand moving around to the back of your neck. You almost cursed him, knowing he wasn’t going to make this easy as you felt his teeth graze your thundering pulse.
“Stop being a cheeky shit and help me,” you huffed, tossing his stupid shoulder bell aside.
“So bossy,” Thorn teased, smirking against your throat before working his way back to your mouth. A soft sigh passed through your nose as he licked into your mouth, tasting like caf and something sweet he probably stole from Fox.
Thorn unclipped his belt, his kama falling to the floor with a thud as you worked open the clips on his chest armor, never breaking the kiss. It was a dance you’d done more times than you could count but it somehow still made your heart race. Thorn caught his chest plate before it could hit your feet, breaking the kiss but not without nipping at your bottom lip. He tossed the piece of armor aside, bending over to work on his legs but you stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. Thorn looked up, a few dirty blonde curls falling in his eyes as he looked up at you.
“Let me,” you urged, guiding him to stand straight again. He angled his head down, eyes glued to your face as you knelt at his feet, his hand clenching and unclenching at his side. You expertly worked off each piece of armor, barely having to look away from his face. With each piece that fell away his eyes grew darker, making your fingers tremble faintly with the weight of his stare. For all of Thorn’s lighthearted fun and goofy grins, he could still be intense, flaying you open with a single look.
Thorn carefully stepped out of his boots, kicking them to the side as your fingers trailed up the inside of his thigh. The muscles twitched under his skin-tight bodysuit and you had the urge to sink your teeth into the taunt muscle. His codpiece was the last bit of plastoid to hit the floor, his cock twitched when you swayed close enough for him to feel your warm breath. You looked up the length of his body, batting your lashes a bit and you watched the way his chest moved with a shuddering breath.
You shifted forward on your knees, lips ghosting over the head of his cock and you relished in his harsh exhale. A hand shot out to steady you on instinct as you climbed to your feet again, bringing a small smile to your face when you looked up at Thorn again.
“Always a gentleman,” you commented, resting a hand over his racing heart. He offered you a lopsided grin, that despite the situation, made your heart swell. “Come lay down.”
“What do you have planned?” he wondered, narrowing his eyes. You turned your back on him, already working to get out of your shirt.
“Why don’t you come find out?” you called over your shoulder. There was a soft huff of laughter before you heard the bed creak from his added weight and you glanced over your shoulder. You paused, watching the way muscles shifted under tawny skin as he struggled to yank his shirt over his head, nearly toppling over when he finally pulled it off. He blinked a few times, shaking his head, making his blonde curls look fluffy.
“What?” he mumbled when he caught you staring. Thorn lounged back against the pillows, hands folded behind his head and somehow he managed to look adorable and mouth-watering at the same time. You let out an amused huff before tossing your shirt aside and quickly wiggling out of your pants, catching the way his eyes followed the fabric to the floor before lazily trailing up your body.
“See something you like?”
“I guess that’s my fault if you don’t know the answer to that,” Thorn laughed, offering you a hand as you approached the edge of the bed. His jaw flexed a few times as you climbed into his lap, his lips parting around a soft groan when you pressed down onto the outline of his cock. Thorn hooked a finger under the band of your bra, pulling you down for a kiss that had you unintentionally grinding against him.
Normally, he kissed you like he was trying to memorize the feeling, tucking it away to revisit on one of his lonely nightshifts. Instead of his usual attentiveness, Thorn seemed distracted, something weighing on his mind. You were about to break the kiss and check on him when the support from your bra vanished. Thorn made a soft triumphant noise against your lips and you broke the kiss, forcing your sluggish brain to work. Your bra straps slid off your shoulders when you sat up, a slightly dumbfounded look on your face that only made Thorn’s smile grow wider.
“Shithead,” you huffed, doing your best to hide a smile. Thorn winked, sliding his hands around to cup your breasts. A sigh fell from your lips as his thumbs brushed over your nipples and you leaned into his hands, bracing yourself against his shoulders and grinding down against him. As quickly as his hand was there, it was gone, making you whine in the back of your throat. You were about to complain when Thorn shifted under you, propping himself up on his elbows so his mouth ghosted over the space between your breasts.
“You sound so pretty when you get needy,” Thorn hummed, his lips brushing against the swell of your breast. You met his heavy gaze, never breaking eye contact as he peppered kisses across your right breast and your breath hitched when his tongue slipped out. The first flick of his tongue made you gasp but you couldn’t look away from his dark eyes as he traced the shape of your nipple. You let yourself get lost in the sensation, your head lulling forward as your breathing grew heavier.
Thorn blinked slowly, watching you through dark lashes as his lips closed around the hardened peak. A broken groan slipped past your lips, your hips unconsciously shifting forward, making his cock jump beneath you. Your hand followed the curve of his neck, your fingers threading through his hair so you could gently tilt his head back.
“No more teasing,” you whispered, your lips brushing his, “we have a dare to fulfill.” Thorn brushed his nose against yours in a sickeningly sweet gesture despite your current position and you smiled.
“We do,” Thorn murmured, pecking your lips. “How do you want me, muffin?”
“Just like this,” you answered, finding his lips again. Thorn’s tongue slipped into your mouth, searching for yours as he fumbled to find the waistband of his blacks. You shifted forward onto your knees, your hands bumping his as you tried to help, earning a muffled laugh from Thorn. You leaned to the side in an attempt to give him more room and nearly toppled over, breaking the kiss with a laugh.
“Having fun?” Thorn teased, grunting as he tried to shove his pants down.
“More than you apparently,” you giggled, cupping his face. Thorn’s smile was blinding, the expression lighting up his entire face and your heart skipped a beat.
“Not for long,” he mumbled, letting out a triumphant sound. You looked over your shoulder, catching a glimpse of his legs kicking as he pushed his pants off to the side. His hands landed on your hips, pulling you down onto his lap and you let out a choked gasp, clenching at the feeling of his length pressing against your folds. “What was that?”
“Oh, shut up,” you huffed, rolling your hips. Thorn’s jaw flexed, the grip on your hips tightening as he pulled you forward, dragging you along the length of his cock. “I’d say why not put your mouth to good use,” you teased, reaching up to trace the shape of his lower lip with your thumb, “but I’ve been thinking about cumming on your cock since you walked into 79s.”
Thorn groaned, his thumbs hooking under the band of your panties, yanking them down with a sudden desperation. It took a little careful maneuvering but Thorn was quickly tossing the thin fabric somewhere out of sight. Your nails dug into his shoulder as his fingers traced the dip of your hips, ghosting over your clit, but he didn’t linger, parting your folds as he held your gaze. The sigh that left your lips sounded almost relieved as Thorn pushed a finger into you, his lips parting as he watched your features contort with pleasure. Your head felt fuzzy, arousal buzzing under your skin as you unconsciously started grinding against his hand.
“There you go,” Thorn cooed, meeting the movement of your hips with ease. He leaned closer, his lips brushing the corner of your mouth as he added another finger. “You look so good fucking yourself on my fingers.”
“Would - would look even better fucking myself on your cock,” you forced out, squeezing your eyes shut when he curled his fingers. Thorn hummed, kissing the corner of your mouth but he didn’t pull away, his slightly labored breathing puffing against your cheek.
“Then do it.” You moaned at the harsh edge of his voice, the barely restrained desire lacing his words and you couldn’t move fast enough. Thorn chuckled under his breath, the sound breaking around a groan when your fingers curled around his cock. You matched the pace of his thrusts, clenching your jaw when a third finger joined the others but it still wasn’t what you wanted. It was almost torturous to lift your hips, wanting more than his fingers but hating the sudden emptiness.
Thorn flopped down onto the bed, his hands folded behind his head as he looked up at you with dark, half-lidded eyes and a sinful smirk. You suddenly wanted to wipe that look off his face, wanting him to look just as restless as you felt. Despite the smirk lingering on his face, you noted how the muscles near his jaw shifted as you lined yourself up, the head of his cock barely brushing against you. Whether it was the first or the thousandth time you’d done this, your lips still parted, a sharp inhale filling the room as you sank down. The sensation was somehow still dizzying, straddling the line between pleasure and pain, leaving you struggling to catch your breath even when you were fully seated in his lap again.
You forced your eyes open when you realized they had clamped shut, taking in Thorn laid out underneath you. His hands had moved from behind his head to rest on the pillow, his chin tilted toward the ceiling, emphasizing the strong lines of his throat. The caress of your fingers over his stomach had Thorn opening his eyes, endless pupils zeroing in on your face and his fingers twitched. Your eyes slid to the nightstand beside your bed, your datapad innocently charging, and a devious little smile spread across your face.
“Hand me my datapad, please,” you murmured, tracing the faint V-line that disappeared underneath you. Thorn narrowed his eyes, a little puzzled by the request until it seemed to dawn on him and he huffed, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he blindly reached for the device.
“What kind of proof do you plan on sending?” he asked, returning his hand to its previous position.
“Not too keen on Fives getting a peep show,” you teased, arching a brow at your boyfriend over the top of your datapad. The relief that flashed across his face forced you to bite back a smile, something that turned out to be useless when the alternative occurred to him.
“You never planned on sending a picture of yourself, did you?” Thorn chuckled, although it sounded a bit strained.
“Nope,” you replied, exaggerating the pop of the p. You lifted your eyes from the screen in front of you, licking your lips as your gaze raked over him, the soft light from the bedside lamp making his skin seem to glow. Thorn seemed to be waiting for your next move, his nostrils flaring as he fought to stay perfectly still, doing his best to ignore the fact that you were sitting on his cock. You held his gaze, bringing your hand down between your legs to gently circle your clit. A high-pitched grunt forced its way past your lips and you clenched involuntarily, giving you exactly what you wanted.
Thorn’s tilted back again, his mouth dropping open with a harsh exhale and you quickly snapped the picture, tossing the datapad aside as soon as it pinged to let you know the message sent. Thorn grunted, his eyes popping open when you suddenly leaned forward, bracing both of your hands on his chest. One large hand covered yours, squeezing what fingers he could; a silent reassurance as well as an order to keep them there.
The first roll of your hips sent a chill down your spine, accompanied by a breathy moan that made Thorn’s grip on your hands tighten. It felt like you were going to come apart at the seams but there was a part of you that still wanted to stay like this, savoring the fullness of Thorn buried inside you. He, however, seemed to run out of patience. You hadn’t even noticed that his free hand had moved, too focused on the soft ripples of pleasure washing over you, that you immediately tensed when his hand met your ass with a crack. However, the shock didn’t last long and you whined, pressing back into his hand as he squeezed the faintly stinging area.
“While you do look so pretty like this, cyar’ika, I wanna see you bounce on my cock,” Thorn rumbled, delivering another softer smack to your ass. And who were you to deny him? You pushed off his chest, sitting upright again, and immediately lifted your hips, letting your head fall back as you did as he asked. His hands found your hips and you immediately gripped one of his forearms, your other hand toying with your breast. Thorn absently traced the slope of your hips with his thumbs, the gentle touch drawing your attention and you lifted your head again to look down at his face.
He was watching how he disappeared inside you, his bottom lip caught between his teeth and you clenched as he pulled down onto his cock again, groaning through clenched teeth. Your thighs ached, forcing you to slow your pace and Thorn’s eyes darted up to your face, his hands dropping away from your hips. Without the extra support, you slowly further, squeezing your eyes shut as you continued to grind against him. It happened so fast that you could barely get your arms out when a hand gripped your jaw, pulling you down.
The kiss was rough, teeth knocking together as you tried to steady yourself, keep up with Thorn as he explored your mouth, and met the short thrusts of his hips. You broke the kiss with a whimper, panting against his bruised lips, shivering at the way his thumb followed the curve of your jaw. You started to press more of your weight onto Thorn and he smiled, but there was a devious undertone to it that made you skeptical. Then suddenly you were moving, a squeal falling from your lips as he rolled you onto your back. You blinked up at him, your mouth hanging open as you tried to reorient yourself but Thorn didn’t give you a chance, snapping his hips forward hard enough to punch the air from your lungs.
Thorn leaned forward, slanting his mouth over yours as he set a slow, devastating that had your toes curling. He kissed the corner of your mouth, then your cheek before groaning through his teeth when your nails dug into his lower back, his thrusts growing faster. Every nerve ending felt like it was on fire, the pleasure spreading to every inch of your body as you started to tense beneath him. Thorn leaned away enough to see your face and you watched a bead of sweat roll down the side of his face. His eyes dropped to your mouth, the muscles in his jaw jumping before he opened his mouth, his tongue slipping out. The tip of his tongue the curve of your top lip, a teasing touch to coax you closer.
Without thinking you tilted your chin, closing your lips around his tongue and sucking gently. Thorn made a high-pitched sound in the back of his throat, his hips snapping forward with renewed purpose. You released his tongue only for him to surge forward again, kissing you again, his thrusts growing wilder.
“Touch yourself,” Thorn panted against your lips, blindly reaching for one of your hands. It was overwhelming, every snap of his hips paired with the frantic circling of your fingers had you teetering dangerously on the edge of bliss, desperate for the inevitable fall. The pleasure finally reached a tipping point and you tensed, your mouth falling open with a silent cry as you came, hard. You were faintly aware of Thorn hiding his face against your neck, his hips twitched as he filled you with a muffled moan.
Faint tremors continued to ripple through your body as you caught your breath, mindlessly rubbing circles between Thorn’s shoulder blades. His breathing had started to even out, the gentle, rhythmic puff of air raising goosebumps across your breast where his head was resting. Thorn exhaled slowly, turning his head to rest his chin on your sternum to look up at your face, a blissed-out look on his face. Your smile was groggy and a little lopsided but it seemed to make Thorn’s eyes twinkle, affection clear in the way he looked up at you.
“Hey,” you murmured, moving your hand to card through his messy curls.
“Hey, muffin,” he rumbled, leaning into your touch. He hummed quietly, the sound vibrating through his chest into yours and his eyes drifted shut again.
“Don’t fall asleep,” you warned, lightly tugging on his hair. “We need to get cleaned up.” Thorn opened one eye, his brow arching and he just looked at you for a moment before he blinked a few times.
“You’re right.” The corner of his mouth twitched, making your eyes narrow as he shifted down your body.
“What are you doing?”
“Cleaning up after myself,” Thorn replied with a smirk, pressing a lingering kiss between your breasts. Your eyes drifted shut and you settled into the soft mattress as Thorn lavished you with affection until he paused at your hip. It took more effort than you expected to force your eyes open, blinking slowly and you caught the hint of mischief in Thorn’s eyes before he slid down between your legs.
“What are -” The end of your sentence was replaced with a harsh gasp, your thighs immediately closing around Thorn’s head as he licked up the cum dripping out of you. Your arms trembled as you propped yourself up, your mouth hanging open slightly when his eyes flickered up to meet yours. There was a smugness there but the new waves of pleasure spreading through your body distracted you.
Your voice cracked when you cried out, his name coming out broken when he shoved his tongue into your sensitive pussy. You were quickly rushing toward a second orgasm and you had the feeling it wouldn’t be your last.
The quiet hum of scattered conversations filled the barracks, a sound Fives found comforting as he lounged back in his bunk. Hardcase’s laugh from somewhere above him brought a faint smile to his face and he turned his head, watching Jesse and Kix arguing over a game of sabacc. Fives sighed when the quiet ping of his datapad cut through the room and he flipped it up, his eyes locking onto the familiar notification.
“Hey, assholes!” Fives yelled, scrambling to lean out of his bunk, searching for Vaugh and Hawk. He jumped when Hardcase’s head appeared from the top bunk, his face slowly turning red.
“What’s up?” Hardcase asked.
“Guess who just got a message from Mouse.” A wicked grin spread across Fives’ face as he waved his datapad in the general direction the rest of Torrent was sitting. There was a sudden flurry of movement, boots and socked feet thumping against the floor just barely covering up Kix’s distressed shout. Fives yelped when Jesse borderline dove into his bunk and he caught a glimpse of Vaughn and Hawk awkwardly catching Hardcase as he rolled off the top bunk. Somehow Fives ended up with four brothers piled on top of him.
“Get your knee out of my ass, Hardcase,” Jesse grumbled, elbowing Fives in the ribs.
“Stop moving,” Fives wheezed, yanking his arm out from under Vaughn. It took a few more seconds of repositioning and harsh jabs before they found a somewhat comfortable position. He glanced over his shoulder, snorting to himself before finally clicking on the message.
It took a few seconds for his brain to register what he was looking at but when it did, Fives threw his datapad. It knocked into the bunk Kix was sitting on, landing screen up. Fives didn’t even have to look at his brothers to know they were all wearing similar horrified looks. He waited for the same look to cross Kix’s face but instead, Kix threw his head back, laughing like a maniac. The four brothers crammed into the small space started to peel themselves away from Fives, staring at their medic with similar concerned looks.
“What is wrong with you?” Fives asked, refusing to look at the picture again. It was more of Thorn than Fives ever wanted to see even if it was just his upper body.
“Oh, stars,” Kix gasped between laughter, wrapping his arms around his stomach as he toppled forward onto the mattress. “Looks - looks like you got what you wanted, huh?”
“No. No, I did not, Kix,” Fives snapped which only made their medic laugh harder. Fives glared down at the now-dark datapad, ignoring Kix’s quiet wheezing, and vowing to get back at you somehow.
But first, he was deleting that picture…and possibly burning his datapad.
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love me tender...or maybe not - strawberry taste
pairing: cupid!wonwoo x fem!reader
genre: smut, fluff, established relationship!AU - minors dni
warnings: sub!wonwoo, soft dom!reader, handjob, making out, use of petnames (angel, pretty), consent (bcs it’s sexy af), dacryphilia kink, mentions of aftercare, cumplay, finger sucking
word count: 1.7k
summary: wonwoo takes the first step towards intimacy. and boy, does it catch you by surprise.
taglist: @wonwussy @duhnova @flowerwonu @junkissed @heartkyeom @onlymingyus
nsfw taglist: @rosecult @bibinnieposts @ovai @littlemisssarcastic21 @tinkerbell460 @jonghyuns-husband @romromthedeer @y00nzin0 @llsiriusminorisll @08skrr @booyouwhore17 @enhacolor
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© multi-kpop-fanfics, 2023. no reposting or translating without permission.
The next time you’re with Wonwoo, you’re in your house, sitting on the couch, legs draped over his lap.
You watch him like a hawk, his face and eyes concentrated on the screen, the golden round rimmed glasses resting on the bridge of his nose.
Your eyes carefully study his angelic features - his sharp yet kind eyes, his sharp nose, jawline as if it was carved by God himself, and lips resting on a tiny pout, all pink and soft.
Oh, how you wanted to see his face contorted in the pleasure you’re able to provide him.
“Y/N? Is something on your mind, love?”, Wonwoo breaks the comfortable silence, turning his attention to you, “You haven’t watched a single second of this movie”. “Why pay attention to a movie when I have a piece of art sitting right next to me?”, you let out a chuckle, your legs deliberately shifting on his lap to graze over his crotch, in an attempt to rile him up. “Stop being ridiculous”, he scoffs, turning his head away from you to hide his embarrassment, clearly affected by your pick up line.
“My cupid boyfriend is turning down my compliment and I’m the ridiculous one? Rude”, you tease him and slowly raise your right leg to graze it over his chest.
Wonwoo sucks a sharp breath through his gritted teeth, his hands gripping the pillows underneath him. He can feel his wings fluttering under his white t-shirt, dangerously straining against the fabric, making it tighten around his toned chest.
“I will stop if you want me to”, you drop your leg, scared you might have made him uncomfortable, but the sudden grip on your ankle makes you freeze in your seat.
“Wait”, he breathes out, “I…I don’t want you to stop”, he relaxes his grip on your leg, soothing your skin with his thumb. “I just…”, “Yes?”, you sit up, waiting for his answer. “Baby, if you don’t want to continue, then we won’t, I would never do something against your will”, you cup his cheeks with your hands, trying to comfort him.
“You once said…”, Wonwoo licks his lips, clearing his throat, “...that you’ve been exposed to more…intimate skinship before, right?”, “That’s right, but why do you ask?”.
“I want you to show me what it feels like”.
You swear that your heart nearly stopped at his words, knocking you completely breathless.
Your beloved, innocent cupid Wonwoo, wanting to get intimate with you.
“Is that so, my angel?”, you coo at him and get up, offering your hand for him to take it, “Follow me”, and he takes your hand, letting you lead him to your bedroom.
A few minutes later, you’re perched on top of him, your lips tenderly kissing his neck, your hands running up and down his sides over his shirt. Small, short breaths are coming out of Wonwoo’s mouth, starting to fog up his glasses. His hands are tugging at the fresh sheets, wings stretching his shirt again, fighting to break free.
You run your hands over his chest again, fingers brushing over his covered nipples. At that moment, Wonwoo lets out a loud moan, his back arching off the mattress, a ripping sound echoing in the room.
You pull away for a second and you notice that his wings are laid out on the bed and his white t-shirt has been ripped in half, leaving his torso exposed. “T-This shouldn’t have happened, oh my God”, he whines in embarrassment, his wings instinctively coming around to cover his body. “Angel, please don’t hide yourself from me”, you caress his cheek, “You’re so beautiful, do you know that?”, “W-Well, cupids are supposed to be beautiful”, “It’s not about being a cupid, Wonwoo. No matter what kind of being you were, I would still find you beautiful”, you laugh and his wings start to relax, splaying wide open again.
“That’s it, baby, relax for me just like that”, you whisper and get closer to him, your lips mere centimeters away from his. “Can you kiss me?”, Wonwoo asks timidly, “Please?”, he adds and you smile, your lips finally touching his.
You take control of the kiss, your hands resting on his jaw as you shift closer to him, all while his hands are shyly making their way on your sides, holding you gently as you both move your lips in sync.
The softness of his mouth and a very faint sweet taste overwhelms your senses and your greed overcomes you, making you slide your tongue in Wonwoo's mouth. His eyes shoot up in surprise, the foreign sensation catching him completely off guard. His body feels like it has caught fire, his skin burning up, but not in an uncomfortable way - it makes him want more.
The small moans echo in your mouth and you press your body even closer to his, your hands now on his broad shoulders, nails slightly digging in his soft skin. His wings ruffle again, feathers falling down on the mattress and the floor. He can feel them change again, the pastel pink now turning into a flower pink. You pull away to catch your breath and you notice the color change on his wings. It's as if…they are blushing?
"Wonwoo? Are you…", "Changing?", he pants, "Y-You could say that", "Do you want me to continue, pretty angel?", you coo at him and he nods, shifting his hips awkwardly underneath you.
"Words, baby, I need words", you pin his hips in place, making him whine in protest. "Y/N, please", "Please what?", "Touch me, please!", "I'm touching you, angel", you smirk at him. "N-Not there", he stutters, "Then where? Wanna show me?", you rub circles on his skin, trying to make him more comfortable.
Wonwoo takes your hand and guides it over his crotch, making you feel his growing erection over his jeans, arousal pooling in your panties. You squeeze him ever so slightly and his mouth falls open, biting the back of his hand to keep himself silent.
"Do you want me to take them off, angel?", you ask him, fingers tugging at the waistband of his sweats. "Y-Yes, please, I can't take it anymore", Wonwoo pleads and you grin, sliding both his jeans and boxers down his legs, leaving him completely naked.
"Oh my….", you trail off as you scan his body from head to toe, biting your bottom lip, "Seems like it wasn't just your face that was sculpted by God himself, baby", you smile like a Chesire cat as you take off your clothes, leaving only your black lacy underwear on.
You lay down right next to Wonwoo, the warmth of his body and his wings instantly enveloping you. "Everything about you is so pretty, Wonu", you ghost your hand over his torso, his abs, merely inches away from his flushed cock, resting heavy and neglected on his stomach.
"But I really can't believe you were hiding such a pretty body from me, let alone your cock", you wrap your hand around his shaft and Wonwoo gasps at the sensation, fisting the sheets next to him.
"I -ah- It wouldn't be nice t-to show you my b-body without asking you", he stutters as you pump his cock with a steady rhythm, your eyes fixated on the beads of precum pooling in the crevices of his abs.
"Sweetheart, hiding yourself from me isn't nice", you kitten lick his jawline, eliciting tiny, strained groans from his lips. "But you don't have to do this anymore, right?", you graze your teeth over his skin, twisting your wrist over his tip, making his hips buck into your hand.
Wonwoo's wings keep making rustling sounds, watching them blush from the roots to the ends, his hands flying to cover his mouth. His glasses are all fogged up, eyes glassy, tears starting to run down his cheeks.
"Are you close, angel?", you coo at him. "Ha…haah, s-so c-close, nngh", he sobs and you sit up next to him, pulling his hand away from his mouth to lace your fingers with his, your other hand speeding up on his cock, pushing him to the edge.
"Y/N!", Wonwoo moans out loud, his back arching off the bed, wings fully spreading underneath him as his cock throbs violently, pearly ropes of cum splashing on his abs, his thighs trembling from the intensity of his orgasm. He's still panting, holding your hand tight and you kiss his tears away.
"You did so good for me, baby, so so good", you whisper in his ear. Is that…strawberry?, you wonder after tasting his tears, thinking whether it's just his tears like that.
“T-Thank you”, he breathes out, the aftershocks of his orgasm still affecting him, shuddering every time your fingers graze his skin. Your eyes are fixated on the globs of cum staining his skin and you absentmindedly (not really) lean over his abs, flattening your tongue on them to taste his essence.
“Y-Y/N, you shouldn’t be d-doing this - mmh - it’s not-”, Wonwoo covers his mouth with his hand when he watches you lick him clean. “Not proper? Not right? Is that what you wanted to say, Nonu?”, you look up from his lap, your lips partially covered with his release.
“Y-Yes”, “Mmm, I see”, you chuckle and climb over him, capturing his lips in a messy kiss, swallowing all of his sounds, making him taste himself on your tongue.
“You t-taste like s-strawberry”, he half-moans. “No, baby, you taste like strawberry”, a grin plastered on your face, “But I have to leave you for a few seconds, need to prepare some stuff”, “W-Where are you going?”, he asks with puppy eyes as you climb off the bed. “Don’t worry, Nonu, I’m just going to prepare the tub - Wouldn’t dare to think about leaving my pretty cupid all dirty”, you caress his cheek and he feels like leaning into your touch.
You disappear from the room and Wonwoo is left alone on the bed, wings rustling again as he runs his fingers over his abs, collecting some of his cum on his pads, shyly putting them in his mouth. He’s in shock, because you’re right - he does taste like strawberry.
And now all he can think of is how you would taste.
#svthub#wonwoo fluff#wonwoo smut#svt wonwoo#jeon wonwoo#svt smut#svt fluff#seventeen smut#seventeen fluff#seventeen series#seventeen
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Robin x reader where reader gets hurt in the upside down and Robin takes on the job of patching her up. Robin accidentally confesses her love for reader. Happy ending pls
okay but this is super sweet nonnie thank you for requesting!!!! also sorry for the super late reply :<
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴
cw: fem!reader, spoilers from season 4, mentions of blood and injuries, slightly angsty at the beginning (blame my dramatic ass), idiots in love as a hattie usual, eddie my sweetheart <3
a/n: thank you so much to @my-my-only-angel for proofreading and being unhinged about maya hawke, @mirclealignr being supportive through my writing process <3
wc: 600-ish
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“there you go,” robin breathes, gently settling your back to the rocks. “we’re safe here.”
you swallow hard, the tang smell of blood on your drenched t-shirt makes your head dizzy, the murky air around gets harder to breathe and the voice of the horrifying creatures around adds more to your anxiousness. “we’re not,” your eyes flutter close as a tear escapes to your sweaty cheeks, “not while we’re stuck in here.”
robin lifts your shirt, being careful to not to hurt you while taking it off. you see how her face scrunches at the sight. her face mirrors how bad it is, even though she tries her best to hide it. “you should leave me behind,” you breathe out, shaking as the cold hits your exposed skin covered in blood. “ i’ll slow you guys down.”
you knew from the moment you jumped to the water right after robin that this wasn’t a good idea. you knew you couldn’t live with the guilt of letting her behind. she was your closest friend, you couldn’t just let her jump to the death. not without you. now you can not let yourself be a burden to her.
“nonsense!” her voice quakes as she starts to wrap a piece of clothing around your torso. you hiss, another teardrop rolling down your cheek. robin panics.“ you’re not slowing us - and - and - and i’m not going to let the girl of my dreams become dinner for those bat-monster things.”
suddenly you forget about the unbearable pain you’re dealing with. you forget about you’re trapped in the upside down, probably will be dead in a few hours. cheeks heat up, her words echoing in your mind on repeat. the girl of my dreams.
“your what?”
she looks at you startled, doesn’t expecting you to hear that. mumbles something under her breath, and her hands and mouth starts to work faster than her brain, just how she says all the time. “i - i just - i meant that - i dream of all of us, steve, eddie, nancy, you, me, kids? getting out of this shit hole and living the rest of our lives happily - as friends of course. though i’m not sure about nancy and steve’s situation, i mean she’s got a boyfriend but they seem -”
you call her name, hands placing above hers. you admire her features a bit, freckles on her bumpy nose, squishy cheeks you always love to pinch when you’re annoying her now painted in crimson red, big, blue orbs batting at you under her lashes. she takes your breath away.
“yeah?”
“that -” you clear your throat, looking away immediately with embarrassment. “sounds like a great dream.”
“yeah?” she wears an idiotic smile.
“yeah.” you mime, bashfully.
eddie throws a death glare towards you. “can you two continue your - flirting or whatever the hell is going on here, when we’re out here alive, okay!” steve making a moment to hush him, only to get hushed by eddie. “am i the only one who cares about surviving here?”
after offering you her own jacket, robin makes a move to get up. but you’re quick to pull her down and place an almost unnoticeable kiss to her cherry lips. you smile at her stunned state while getting up with a struggle. your face wrinkles with pain but fails to hide the big stupid smile. you whisper down at her when her fingers press where your lips were a moment ago. “i mean we’re at the skull rock, right?”
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hawks x gn!reader
fluff/shortfic
a/n ~ i've been listening to this on repeat for the last week, and it inspired a short fic for me to write. i also got the opportunity to test out some photoshopping, with lots of help from my boyfriend. hope you enjoy this short little fic!
you were told that college was a place of love and romance, a place for relationships to bloom and grow. you were a hopeless romantic all your life, so you went into your first year with the expectation that you'd meet someone. though you didn't meet someone, and going into your third year you still hadn't met someone. but you met some great friends.
they were all in couples by the third semester of your first year. todoroki and momo, denki and jirou, deku and uraraka, the list went on. needless to say you were surrounded by couples all the time. but you got used to it eventually, it became the norm after almost two years after all. and after almost two years you finally gave up on the idea of love and romance.
it made you wonder, is loving as good as they say?
you had been counting the day since november. the same november that made you realise that love wasn't meant for you. the same november that dabi had rejected you. it felt like your whole world came crashing down that snowy day. your friends held your hand through it all and reassured you that your time would come, but you decided that you should take it as a sign instead.
you gave a second chance to cupid, but now you were left feeling stupid. your destiny was just not written with a player two. you would just get on with your life as normal. you'd go to class, put your head down in the books, hang out with your friends, what more could you ask for? well, wouldn't it be okay for you to ask the heaven's for one small little thing?
most nights you felt lonely, crying in your room. wishing to find a lover that could hold you. a lover that would embrace you tightly and share the same warmth with you. a lover that would spoil you with kisses and touches. a lover you could build a future with. it was all you wanted. but after that november, you were so skeptical of love.
but maybe you thought that it wasn't the heavens that drifted you away from your destiny with a player two. maybe it was yourself. you could try a little harder instead of relying on fate and cupid. you decided that your destiny was in your hands now. so you built up the courage to speak to him.
he was the closest thing to an angel you had ever seen. golden eyes with a warm and soft gaze, voice soothing and gentle, and crimson red wings. hawks. his name was hawks. he was in the same class as you and spoke to you every now and them. though you never realised how kind he was to you until that day, or how kind he was in general.
hawks started speaking to you outside of class. so you matched his energy by inviting him to hang out with your friends, and it was a hit. he was quickly taken into the group, and you were glad. your friends even teased you about being in a couple with hawks. you didn't detest the idea, just unsure that it was even possible.
but the more hawks stook around the stronger the idea was. he nursed you when you had the flu, panicking to your dorm room with medicine and apologising about not being quick enough. he always made excuses for you if you were late to class or shared his notes if you didn't quite catch everything. it made you realise you were a fool, a fool for love.
and maybe after all that time your hard work paid off. hawks asked you out in november during your third year of college. he took you to the park on a walk so that the two of you could blow off some steam. you walked by the lake that was frozen over, the moon's reflection as clear as day on its icy surface. you admired the view.
whilst you were enticed in the moonlight, hawks wrapped his arms around you and whispered in your ear, "will you be mine y/n?". your face was all hot, despite the ever falling snow. your heart was melting. your hands shaking. your destiny finally falling into place. you were just a hopeless girl seeking for someone to share the feeling with. the feeling of love.
and you found him.
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freedom (chapter seven - hawks)
takami keigo x quirkless f!reader (au chilhood friends // characters are aged up 21+)
warnings ~ swearing, pet names, physical touch, spoilers about hawks’ backstory from the anime
wordcount ~ 2.464k
summary ~ you and takami keigo grew up together in a shitty hut with terrible parents. he disappeared one day when you were 6, but he never left your mind. the heavens entwine your destinies together, but it’s not a smooth journey you soon figure out.
a/n ~ i was simultaneously stressed and very excited to write this chapter, though editing this on a train journey was like terrible. chapter 8 + 9 may be delayed due to stuff that i have to do but i will try to upload it on the usual saturday. thank you for reading, reblogs + likes are always appreciated. <3
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"ready to go baby bird?"
"ready!"
he held your hand tightly, pulling you along the way to his 'super secret and super special' date spot. the way he interlocked his fingers into yours gave you a constant tingling feeling that erupted throughout your entire body. touching his skin and being so close to him made you warm, not just on the surface but inside too. your heart was on fire.
early summer was beautiful, it was a sight to be admired and desired. the breeze was very gentle and light, prancing over the grass and pretty little flowers on the beds of soil. as usual, hawks' attracted the bright sunlight, almost as if he was a magnet. it seemed to bounce off his golden eyes and let off a glittery shimmer. it exposed his nervousness that was hiding behind his smug smile, his eyes refusing to meet yours for more than a few seconds.
"aren't you afraid that someone will take a picture of us and post it online as an 'expose hawks' post?" the question only popped into your head after you glanced at a tv store, with news of endeavour playing on the screen and bystanders stopping to listen in. "you know how badly they're tearing endeavour up right now, aren't you scared that you'd be next?"
"they can take pictures all they want, i don't care." he leaned over to kiss your head, hoping it would reassure you. you smiled softly at him and returned the kiss on his cheek, since trying to reach for his head whilst walking would've been a pain.
your arms swung together, fingers still weaved together tightly. his smile was just as pretty as the early summer, you hoped that you would see it more often. his pretty crimson wings were perked upwards, its colour painting the trail the two of you walked. it felt as if your hair clip was also more perky than usual, though you were sure it was just the nerves playing with your imagination.
"how much longer hawks?"
"almost there y/n so close your eyes for me, gonna guide you the rest of the way."
you nodded your head slightly, unsure of what the hell he had up his sleeve, and obeyed. you slowly closed your eyes shut and hawks placed his hand on top of them, making sure that you for sure couldn't see a thing. he told you to start walking straight, and you did. he stayed close to you in order to guide you and to also avoid any accidents. it was only a minute or two of walking straight, and taking one final left before hawks stopped you at a halt.
"we're here sweet cheeks, open up." he unveiled his hands from your face, your eyes fluttering the dark away to reveal the 'super secret and super special' date spot. in front of you a gate, and behind the gate a glass palace surrounded by flowers and trees and plants. it had a large pond in the centre with a cupid like fountain that spouted out water from the arrow head. a botanic garden.
"it's absolutely gorgeous hawks...but where's the people?"
he chuckled and bended down once again to place a peck on your head, "i rented it out for you, thought you would prefer a little peace and quiet."
"you didn't have to at all, people or not i would've loved it!"
"i'd do anything for you y/n." he painted another kiss on you, "now lets go in, m'lady."
hawks opened the gate, pushing one part aside so that the two of you could get in. it felt like you were separated from the world, the gate being the barrier. the horizon was filled with luscious nature that never seemed to end. it was so quiet that you could barely hear the song of the flowers. it felt like it was just you. you against the world. you and kei against the world.
you and hawks spent the next few golden hours wondering the magical garden, blissfully exploring every route you could find. you took pictures of everything. the glass building, the fountain, the flowers. literally anything that was remotely beautiful and stunning was your muse for a photo. hawks got a little jealous after sometime, insisting that the two of you should take some photos too. just you and him.
he wanted to remember this day forever. and who were you to argue? you sat on the ledge of the water fountain with hawks beside you, his arm wrapped around your waist. in that instant, cupid shot out a stream of water from his arrow, hawks commanding his fierce wings to hold the phone in place and take the picture. that moment was just a matter of seconds, but it will be remembered for a lifetime.
the picture reminded you of a one you had back at home, stored in the back of your closet. you and kei holding hands when you were younger. the frame was old and brittle, but it held the pieces of your childhood and fragmented memory of kei. so this time, you were going to find a better frame for this picture.
"spacing out sweetheart?" hawks swooped behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, placing a soft kiss on your cheek.
"just a little bit. i'm hungry hawks." you looked over your shoulder to meet his eyes.
"hungry? lets get some dinner then y/n, what are you feeling?"
"burgers and fries! and a shake!"
"then that's what we'll get for dinner."
hawks guided you to the gates propping it open for you to exit first, because 'ladies first'. he trailed behind you, his hand slipping in yours again. he really couldn't keep away from you. you used your phone to navigate to the nearest burger chain around, which was situated near a park where you could see the city's horizon. "we're going here! that okay with you?" you asked hawks, still following the directions on your phone. you turned around, his response simply being a nod and a smile.
the sun was setting, the breeze becoming a little stronger. you didn't realise that evening was approaching so soon, the day was like a flicker of light. as the sun sunk down so t-he moon could rise above the city, billboard and building lights started flashing. it was almost that time of day again, but this time you wouldn't be alone to admire the view. you had hawks right beside you.
a large burger sign was in the distance, a minute or two away from you. the two of you hurried to the place and checked out the menu stuck on the window. you decided it would be best if you went in and ordered, afraid that hawks would cause commotion if he went in. he didn't fight your decision, placing his card into your hand before leaving a peck on your face and leaving to find a bench to sit on.
it wasn't long before you walked out with a bag of chicken burgers and fries, your other hand holding a cupholder with two milkshakes. you scoped the area to look for hawks, trying to focus on someone with red crimson wings. you glanced around, moments later meeting his gaze. his golden eyes, as bright as the sun. found him.
you rushed over to him, smiling and waving the bag of food in your hand. he tapped the empty spot on the bench next to him and put his hands out towards you, signalling you to give him the baggage you were carrying. a strawberry milkshake for him and a vanilla one for you. his tainted pink cheeks reminded you of his strawberry milkshake.
"here's your card hawks, dinners on me next time!" you pull out his card out of your purse and placed it near his hand.
"oh sweet cheeks you're so cute did you know that? my card? it's your card." he chuckled, trying to cover it with his hand.
"HUH?" your mouth dropped.
"sometimes if i'm busy and cant buy you something you want just use that card. a gift."
"but you've already gotten me a gift, i haven't gotten you a single thing!"
"then give me a compliment." his expression changed to a smug one.
"i think you look really handsome..." you lowered your head, your words coming out as a murmur.
"i can't hear you beautiful, gotta speak up."
"i think you look really handsome in a suit!" your voice raised this times and your cheeks warmed.
he laughed at how nervous someone could be to give a simple compliment, and you joined him. it really was silly. but hawks just made you feel that way. he always made you feel warm, and not just on the outside. the butterflies dancing around in your stomach were on fire too. there was something magical about his touch, his words, his laugh.
you two talked while eating, the city watching the romance blossom between you and hawks. the river reflected the bright moonlight, the water rippling as the wind blew past it. the bright lights of the city emitted from buildings and illuminated the dark blue sky. it was your northern lights. you stared deeply into the view as hawks held your soft hands and stared deeply into your glittering pupils.
"you like the view baby bird?"
"i love it. it reminds me of home." you closed your eyes, soaking in the june breeze that twirled in your hair. "kei..."
hawks pulled his hand away from yours, causing you to open your eyes and face him, "something the matter hawks?"
"who's kei?"
"my childhood friend, takami keigo. he's the one who gave me the clip, well made it." you pointed at your hair accessory.
hawks seemed to jump back as you said 'takami keigo'. did he know something? did you say something wrong? you started panicking, grabbing his hands and and looking at his face. "i'm sorry! i didn't mean to offend you or anything!"
he lifted your chin closer to his face, "no y/n, you didn't say anything wrong. just reminded me of someone i knew."
"can i know who?"
"lets just say she's a lot like you." his soft lips touched your forehead for the millionth time that day. and for the millionth time it made you burn up. he stood up to throw the trash in the bin over at the next bench. as he threw the bags away he turned himself to face the horizon. the wind gushed over him, his wings fluttering slightly and his hair waving about. he looked so good like this.
he walked back to you, lending you a hand off the bench. "let me show you one more thing sweet cheeks. i'm gonna show you how fast these wings are."
your eyes beamed brightly as you ran into hawks' arms, it was all so exciting. you were going to fly. you were going to experience freedom for the first time in your life, true freedom. you turned your back to hawks and he secured his arms around your waist like it was a seatbelt. a gush of air swooped from beneath, your body elevating from the view in front of you. god it was beautiful.
it was like you were one of those colourful lights. a crimson red light that soared through all the darkness. the darkness from the sky, the night, and your heart. the wind slipped through your hair, causing it to flow around. free. you felt free. you weren't chained down by the fact you were a villain's daughter or by the fact you had lost your old friend. it was just you and the very freedom you were experiencing.
freedom hawks had given to you.
he flew you around the city for what felt like an eternity of bliss, landing on top of a tower with a wide ledge. your feet touch the ground, hawks letting go of his grip on you. it was a view that would mesmerise anyone. words couldn't describe how beautiful it all was. not even the bright smile on your face could describe the feelings rushing through your body in that very moment. it was almost as if the city was in the palm of your hand.
"you like what you see y/n?" he stood beside you, hand in hand.
"i love it hawks, it's beautiful. do you get to see this view often?"
"pretty much every night. though tonight seems to be the most beautiful i've ever seen."
"why's that?"
"because you're in it baby bird." he took your arm and turned your body towards him. he scooped your soft cheeks in his hands, lifting your face up so that he could place a kiss on the tip of your nose. "you're blushing y/n."
"i'm not..." you quickly closed your eyes, trying to cut off all eye contact with hawks. another second locked in his eyes would set your heart on fire
"y/n."
you opened your eyes.
"be mine." his face was completely serious. no grin, or smirk, or anything.
"w-what?? hawks don't tease me like that!" you took the sleeves of his button up shirt, pushing your face closer to his.
"i'm not teasing you y/n. i told you i'd be serious eventually."
"are you being serious right now hawks?" your cheeks were ever so pink and his face was ever so close to yours.
"i'll answer that with one move." he pushed his lips against yours, his lips were so warm and soft. you were melting. his hands were placed in areas that would keep you close to his kiss, one on your head and the other on your back. despite the cold breeze flying around, you weren't shivering a single bit. hawks lips heated your whole body up. and you didn't want it to ever end.
he eventually pulled away, pecking your lips a few more times before actually facing you. "do i get an answer baby bird?"
"yes! yes i'll be yours hawks!" you smiled, throwing yourself into his arms. he lifted you up as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
"it really is a beautiful night..." his forehead rested against yours, the city lights still gleaming behind the two of you. perhaps hawks was a blessing in disguise, a gift from the gods. it didn't matter what he was, as long as he was yours it didn't matter.
maybe kei was witnessing your freedom, maybe that's why you felt so at peace with the world. you hoped that one day you could share that very freedom with him.
but for now, it was just you and the freedom hawks had gifted you.
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strawberry chapstick.
PAIRING. choi beomgyu x gender-neutral!reader
CONTENT. fluff. established relationship, suggestive content — (mentions of) kissing, playful banter.
WORD COUNT. 491 words.
note. guess who’s back with the boyfriend beomgyu agenda and more content for you all!!!! this is a bit self-indulgent but who cares, i love this ୧(＾ 〰 ＾)୨
If Beomgyu continued to stare at you like a hawk, you would already drop dead right then and there; you were convinced that the sheer force of his stare would be enough to knock you off your feet. If laser eyes were a thing, you’d already be a puddle on the floor by now. After all, you were just simply applying chapstick.
The chapstick Beomgyu bought for you.
Beomgyu’s voice broke the creeping silence that enveloped the both of you, breaking the unbearable thoughts you were thinking of, “Hey.”
“What flavor is that?” He continued.
And yes, the playful glint in his eyes wasn't left unnoticed by you.
You blinked at him in surprise, momentarily stunned by him. His question caught you off guard, especially with all his attention now on you. And now, you’re just realizing how intense his gaze was on you this whole time, and you couldn’t help but be flustered at that thought. Seriously, you applied that chapstick more than once, but today, it felt like a performance worthy of an oscar with Beomgyu’s stare.
You stammered, “Uhm… Well, you got it for me a few weeks ago, remember?”
An ear-to-ear grin tugged at the corner of his lips, and before you could even process this whole situation, Beomgyu crashed his lips onto yours with full force that left you breathless, shaken, and your heart racing for a few minutes. His lips molded into yours with such sensation that you lost the track of time, lost in the intoxicating sensation of his lips against yours.
You pull back slightly, breathless and in a flustered state before you stare at him wide-eyed and ask, “What was that for?”
Beomgyu just gives you another grin, and the familiar twinkle in his eyes is back as he leans in for another heated kiss, “I had to confirm my flavor theory, didn’t I?”
You can’t help but chuckle lightly at his words as you playfully swatted his arms, pushing him back slightly to reject his kiss. “You’re ridiculous, Gyu, y’know that?”
“Ridiculously in love with you, yes. but I suppose with my detective skills aside, it’s not like we often kiss for me not to figure it out,” Beomgyu quips, his voice dripping with absolute charm.
With your mouth still lingering from the kiss earlier, you managed to still tease him between breaths, your cheeks flushed, “You really know how to catch a person off-guard, huh?”
“Well, a surprise attack is always a tried-and-true strategy,” Beomgyu says with the grin still evident on his face, looking like a complete fool struck by cupid’s bow, with hearts surrounding him and everything.
He continues, his hands dropping on your waist, kneading the cloth-covered skin like a masseur with his voice dropping just a little low, exclusive for you to hear, “Besides, you haven’t kissed me at all this whole day, baby.”
You can never get tired of Beomgyu. Speaking of, you’re deathly in for a ride.
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hello my friend! just here to drop some love into ur inbox 💖 that cupid keigo and psyche y/n artwork was MWAH! spectacular. thank you for an excellent meal ;) 💖💖💖
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Cupid Valentine’s Exchange
Hey lovelies! ❤️
This is the second exchange event from the Black Simps Server. The Valentine's Cupid Exchange. Checkout these awesome fics from the Haikyuu and My Hero Universe raging from fluffy to smutty 😏Keeping it Sweet ☺️ and Spicy 😈
@ablackfangirl - 💍Merry me 💍 - Kuroo x Black Fem Reader (SFW)
@shhhlikeme - Light Work - Hawks x Fem Reader (NSFW)
@vixenpen - Please Me - Human Gang Orca x Fem Reader (NSFW)
*Thank you @ladyshinigami for the epic Banner*
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Reminiscent
i’m (semi) back, y’all, and i come bearing a fic!! fhdjhfjdk it’s for oikawa i won’t apologise
Oikawa Tooru x female reader
TW non-con, drunk/drugged reader, forced infidelity, emotional manipulation, angst, past trauma, coercion, mild(ish?) smut, nsfw
“F-fuck, cutie! Just like – hah– just like that!”
You weren’t the clubbing type.
Not usually, at least – but exams were over and one of your friends was fresh off a bad breakup, one night letting loose wouldn’t hurt.
Walking is… difficult, your steps are sloppy – there’s an arm wrapped around your waist, your own slung over a stranger’s shoulders. Why are you outside? Where are your friends – they… they promised they wouldn’t leave you.
“She good, dude?”
A soft, pretty laugh rumbles at your side, “Yeah, she’s gonna be just fine.”
And you remember the bar, the overpriced cocktails and the saccharine sweetness of strawberry liquor on your tongue. The dizzying lights and the bass that thumped so loudly you felt it reverberate in your chest. You knew the rules; they’d been drilled into you since you were sixteen years old.
Stick together, don’t accept drinks from strangers, and watch the one in your hand like a hawk - it doesn’t leave your sight.
A tongue between the valley of your breasts, long fingers curling up inside of you.
“You like that, huh pretty girl? You gonna cum for me?”
They wouldn’t have just abandoned you, right? Maybe you told them to go. Maybe they thought you wanted it; to go home with the handsome stranger.
You never had the guts to ask them, never spoke about that night again. Not to anyone.
Pain. Something thrusting inside of you, splitting you open while he moans and pants atop you. It hurts so much and you want it to stop.
Please stop. Please. Please. Please.
You’re begging, at least you think you are, but the words come out jumbled and wrong, and he just laughs, hiking up your thigh so he can fuck you deeper.
Why won’t he stop?
When you wake up, bruised and sore and all alone in your bed, it feels like a bad dream. You know it’s not – not with cum still seeping from between your thighs, the scent of the stranger’s cologne clinging to your sheets.
And you scrub your skin raw in the shower, but it isn’t enough to rid you of his touch.
—
It’s nothing like what they show on tv.
There’s no sympathetic detective to pat you on your shoulder while you break down, swearing that they’ll find the man who did this and you’ll get your justice.
You don’t go to the cops because you’ll know what they’ll say. You were drunk, drugged, and even if you could remember what he looked like (his eyes were brown, you think, and there’s a flash of a smirk in your head but the moment you try to focus on it it slips away like smoke) any evidence of rape washed down the drain the moment you stepped into the steaming shower.
At least… that’s what you tell yourself. It’s easier than admitting you’re terrified of judgemental eyes.
Or worse; pitying ones.
So you pretend that nothing happened. You show up to your classes and throw yourself into studying, make the time to get coffee with your friends, you even pick up a part time job – it’s good to keep busy.
The nightmares are just that; nightmares.
And things are fine, until they’re not.
—
“Baby, you’re here!!”
There’s barely time to drop your bags before she’s pulling you into a warm hug. “Hi mom,” you reply, squeezing her back.
When she draws back to take you in, one hand cupping your cheek, she frowns, “You look tired sweetheart. Have you been sleeping enough?”
“Yeah, just tired from exams and stuff.”
She looks unconvinced, but mercifully doesn’t push the issue. Of course, you don’t tell her that you missed your last two exams because you’d walked past some guy wearing that same cologne and just choked – that instead of finishing off your semester strong, you’d spent the day alternating between throwing up and crying in bed.
She doesn’t need to know that, because of that, you’ll probably fail both classes and have to retake them again next semester on top of an already full course load. It’s fine; you’ll figure it out.
For now, you work on matching her enthusiasm at having you home, grabbing your bags to bring them inside and into your old room.
“Oh, wait–”
Abruptly, you pause, gazing in confusion from the doorway of your bedroom. There’s a duffle bag lying open and empty atop your bed, a tangled jump rope, some weights, an empty bottle, a sweat towel – even what looks like a spare workout tee scattered haphazardly across the sheets.
“… I didn’t take you for a gym junkie, mom.”
She stops behind you, sighing. “It’s not mine it’s– Tooru said he was going to tidy it up, sorry sweetheart.” She sweeps past you to start tidying it up, but not before you catch sight of her wide eyed, deer in headlights expression.
And you can’t help the lone eyebrow that rises, falling back against the doorframe, arms folding across your chest. “Tooru, huh?” you grin, “And who might Tooru be?”
The flustered, almost guilty look she sends you makes you want to laugh – this is easy, comfortable, this you can do – but you restrain yourself. Just. “Tooru is… he’s– well, he’s the man I’m… seeing.”
She admits it like she’s confessing to a crime, eyes all wide and nervous; anticipating your reaction. And you suppose it’s not unwarranted. As far as you’re aware, she’s been alone ever since the day your dad walked out on you both – raising you was always the priority, or maybe the excuse. But you’re not fourteen anymore, you don’t need another father figure or every spare bit of her time and attention, and she doesn’t need your approval for this.
So you smile at her, “Is he nice?”
She lights up, her features – almost a mirror image of your own – softening as she beams, “He’s amazing, honey. I honestly don’t know how this whole thing really happened, or why he’s even interested in someone like me but… I lucked out with him.”
And so it goes, you prying little bits of information about the mysterious Tooru as the afternoon passes.
She tells you that they met a few months back, at the bakery she likes in town – and how she kept running into him; at the grocery store, and then at the park, and then on her way back from yoga that one night.
She tells you that he’s a terrible flirt, all smooth and charming with warm, pretty brown eyes, but he’s a good man beneath it all and she’s never met anyone like him.
It strikes you, as you watch your mom animatedly talk about him, that you’ve never seen her look like this before.
Happy.
She can’t stop smiling, and when you look at her, really look, she’s almost a different person – younger somehow, a bit more care-free. It suits her, and you wonder with a slight pang in your heart how you never noticed how lonely she was before.
And she’s adamant that they’re taking things slowly, that he still has an apartment of his own in town – which to be honest, you really aren’t gonna judge her on either way – but it is kind of funny simply because whether your mom realises it or not, it’s clearly a lie.
The subtle reclaiming of your bedroom aside, there’s traces of Tooru scattered all around the house; the extra toothbrush and aftershave you’d spotted in the bathroom, the men’s shoes and the jacket by the door, red wine in the cupboard when your mom’s only ever indulged in white.
You haven’t been into her bedroom, but at this point you’d hazard a guess that there’s at least one drawer full of Tooru’s clothes, probably half her closet cleared out for him as well.
“He’s coming for dinner, but I just wanted today to be just us,” she says, reaching across the couch to squeeze your hand. And you’re grateful for it, because you’re happy for her – you are – but you’re not so sure how you would’ve handled meeting the stranger holding your mother’s heart first thing. At least, not after the last few days.
Not when you still feel all… brittle.
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Tooru arrives a little after seven, and to say that he’s not entirely what you were expecting is kind of an understatement.
She’d gushed about how tall and handsome he is – though personally, you think pretty’s the more accurate word, what with his soft, delicate features, perfect cupid’s bow lips and all. What she’d neglected to tell you was that the man in question, stepping through the front door with a faint smile on his face, has to be at least ten years younger than her, mid-thirties at most.
Suddenly, your mom’s initial reluctance to bring him up starts to make sense.
“Hey, sorry I’m late,” he murmurs, stopping by your mom to drop a fleeting kiss to her cheek before warm brown eyes turn to you.
Your heart stutters.
“Sweetheart,” your mom begins, slipping an arm around his waist and relaxing into his side, “this is Tooru– Oikawa,” she corrects herself.
He smiles at you, friendly and charming, “It’s great to finally meet you, your mom’s told me so much – all good things, of course!”
You force yourself to smile in return, “Yeah, you too.”
There’s nothing overtly wrong with Oikawa, age difference aside – your mom’s clearly head over heels in love with the guy and on a surface level he seems nice enough, but you find yourself glad for the fact that he doesn’t make a move to step closer, try to shake your hand or god forbid hug you or something like that.
He’s nothing but a gentleman as your mom steps back into the kitchen to finish off dinner, setting the table without being prompted, pouring a glass of wine for your mom and one for himself before he offers a glass to you.
“Oh, no I’m alright, thanks.”
You don’t drink so much anymore. He shrugs, like it’s no big deal but your mom pouts at you from the kitchen. “C’mon, sweetie. We’re celebrating tonight! One drink won’t hurt.”
“We’re celebrating?” you ask.
She throws you a wink, gaze softening as she turns to glance at Oikawa, already diligently pouring you a glass, “Of course we are. It’s not every day my girl comes home, and it’s nice having you both here with me.”
Oikawa’s fingers brush against yours for a fleeting second as he passes you the glass, and you have to fight to keep yourself from ripping your hand away. It’s nothing, you just– you’re not good with strangers touching you, and as nice as he is and as much as your mom might be infatuated with him, he is still a stranger.
“Absolutely,” he agrees, a playful twinkle in his eye as he clinks his wine glass against yours. “So you’re at uni, right? What are you studying?”
Uni’s the last thing you want to be thinking about right now, but whether or not Oikawa genuinely cares, he’s obviously trying to make an effort to get to know you. For your mother’s sake, grinning innocuously in the kitchen as she adds the last little touches to dinner, you suck it up, plaster a smile across your face and ignore the twinge of discomfort in your gut.
You can handle one night of small talk.
—
You wake the following morning to the sound of voices carrying down the hall.
Not your mother’s – both are too deep, and your mom left a few hours ago for work. Figuring that one of them at least is likely Oikawa, you pull on a thin, satin robe over your pajamas, tying the sash in a loose knot before you slip from the room.
Those suspicions are proven correct; you round the corner to find Oikawa sitting up at the kitchen counter, a warm cup of coffee in his hand. There’s another man, a touch shorter, but imposing with dark, spiky hair and olive green eyes standing on the other side, hands braced on the marble top, glaring at Oikawa.
They both look up at the sound of your hesitant approach, the stranger abruptly straightening up, while Oikawa merely grins.
“Ah, you’re up,” he observes cheerfully, taking a sip of his coffee.
Your eyes flicker between him and the stranger – clearly comfortable enough in your home and with Oikawa, despite the faint, lingering irritation still visible on his face – and as your cheeks warm, you find yourself wishing you’d put actual clothes on before coming out to investigate.
“I- I heard voices…” you trail off, awkwardly folding your arms over your chest. “Is mom–”
“At work,” he supplies. “Do you want some breakfast? Coffee, maybe?”
You risk another glance at the other man, watching you now with an unreadable expression, dark eyebrows furrowed. You swallow uncomfortably, shifting slightly as you shake your head. “No, I-I’m okay.”
And in an instant, a flash, something like recognition passes through those olive eyes.
Oikawa chuckles smoothly, finally tearing his eyes away from you to address his friend, “Iwa, stop being so rude. You’re scaring the poor thing.”
The stranger, Iwa, just scoffs. “You’re a real piece of shit, y’know?”
If he’s bothered by the scathing insult, Oikawa doesn’t show it, merely shrugging before turning his attention back to you with a smirk. “Ignore him, he’s just pissy this morning.”
You’d have to be a complete idiot not to sense the uncomfortable tension between the two of them – and now you. This is your home, but it feels like you’re intruding, like you’ve stumbled into a conversation you have no business hearing, but even if you wanted to leave your feet are rooted to the ground.
“Besides,” Oikawa continues, “he was just leaving anyway, weren’t you, Iwa?” It’s almost a purr, the way he speaks, but even the silken words can’t entirely mask the razor sharpness that lies beneath.
Goosebumps prickle along your arms.
Staring at you, Iwa opens his mouth like he wants to say something, but seemingly thinks better of it, snapping it shut with an audible click. He huffs, shaking his head. “Yeah, fine, whatever.”
He spares you another glance on his way out, standing frozen by the hall. For a split second he slows, his scowl softening just a fraction–
“Iwa.”
It sounds like a warning, but he only rolls his eyes and huffs again. You think he’s going to walk out without another word to either of you, but he pauses once more, lingering by the entryway.
“You look a lot like your mother, anyone ever tell you that?”
He’s out the door before you can even think to reply, letting it slam shut in his wake. And you flinch at the harsh sound, something uneasy settling into the pit of your stomach–
“Hey,” Oikawa’s there by your side, his fingers entwining with yours. You hadn’t even heard him move. “Come sit, don’t worry about Iwa. He’ll get over it.”
His voice is soothing, you don’t pay attention to the words themselves, the implications there. You forget for a moment that you’re still in your pj’s, that you really don’t know him that well either, and mindlessly follow when he leads you to the couch and sits you down, taking the seat next to you.
And while your head’s still spinning, an uncomfortable feeling gnawing in the pit of your gut, Oikawa seems entirely unbothered by the turn of events, sighing contentedly as he stretches his long legs out, one arm sliding along the back of the couch behind you.
“Do your… friends usually just drop by like that?”
You don’t know where the words come from, or why that’s the first question on your mind, but when you glance over at him, Oikawa’s just watching you, an odd little half smirk playing on his lips. “Sometimes.”
His answer does little to soothe your unease. It’s really not a big deal, you know it’s not. Officially or not, this is his home too – you’re the one out of place. And if he wants to have people over when your mom’s not around, that’s fine, he can do whatever the hell he wants, but…
You came home for peace. To hide away for a few days and pretend that everything’s just fine and you’re not one breakdown away from shattering entirely. You wanted your mom and the comfort of your old bedroom and safety and it’s fine – great, even – that she’s found somebody who makes her happy, but this– him and the weirdness with his friend and everything is just too much, and–
You don’t realise that your leg’s bouncing until Oikawa’s hand comes to rest on your bare thigh. It’s enough to make your stomach flip, an icy chill trickling down your spine as his thumb slowly strokes across the soft, plush skin. “Relax, cutie,” he coos, chuckling softly when you visibly flinch and squeeze your eyes shut.
“P-please don’t call me that,” you choke out, fighting against the wave of nausea rising up your throat. And it’s just like last time, his cologne, notes of vanilla and cedar and spice, swirling thick and heady around you. That phantom touch, the warmth of hands gripping too tight, unwanted kisses hot and eager against your skin.
“No?” he asks, cruel amusement dripping from his tone. “Why not? I think it suits you, cutie.”
You want him to stop, to push him away, slap him – do anything really, but you’re frozen in place, shaking as the memories you’ve fought so hard to shove down come bubbling back to the surface. You can’t think straight, not with his hand sliding between your thighs, the warmth of his body pressing too closely against yours.
“Iwa was right, you know,” Oikawa murmurs, smoldering brown eyes drinking you in as you childishly shake your head, willing him away. His other hand catches your cheek, drawing your face back to him as tears well in your eyes, stubbornly clinging to your lashes. “She does look so much like you, the same eyes even.”
He whispers it like a secret, nuzzling his nose against yours like a lover would as he sighs sweetly, “It’s the only reason I could stand it.”
And then he’s kissing you, the tenderness of his lips belied by iron fingers digging into your jaw when you whimper and try to wrench yourself free.
It’s not like the nightmares that startle you awake in the middle of the night, gasping for air; hazy, broken recollections that fade the moment you try to reach for them. No, every touch, every moment of his assault passes in stark clarity.
The feel of Oikawa’s mouth as it trails greedily down your neck, his hand sliding under the cotton of your sleep shorts, even his pleased little hum when he realises you’re not wearing panties. “Such a good girl for me. Fuck, I’ve missed this.”
This time there’s no drugs in your system keeping you pliant and helpless, but that doesn’t make a difference. Not when his words echo in your head, playing again and again until every awful, sickening piece falls into place.
Long, nimble fingers stroke at your folds, and you can’t help the shivery gasp that leaves you when the tip of his middle finger sweeps over your clit.
“Please– please don’t do this,” you sniffle.
Oikawa presses another fleeting kiss to your shoulder, “Shh, none of that. Let me help you, baby.”
“N-no, I don’t, I don’t– Stop!”
Knocking away the hands that try to push him back, he hooks his fingers over the hem of your shorts and slides them down your legs, your pitifully weak struggles only making things easier for him. It’s only when Oikawa reaches for his own zipper that panic truly strikes home.
You can’t just lie here and let this happen again. You won’t.
And like a switch flipped, you start to trash like a wild thing beneath him, the scream you’ve kept buried inside of you for months ripping itself free from your throat–
Only for the fingers that had been toying with your pussy to be shoved down your throat, cutting you off with a choked gurgle. As you gag, fruitlessly try to tug yourself free, Oikawa leans in nice and close – except this time there’s no gentleness to his expression, nothing but viciousness as he grins and bares his teeth.
“You wanna yell, pretty girl? Want the neighbours to come running, let them see me fuck you?” He grinds his hips against you, his breath shivery as he pants at the friction of his half hard cock against your side. Nausea twists at your gut, acrid and bitter – you want to be sick, to cry and beg with him to stop but with his fingers still stuffed in your mouth, his thumb digging into the soft underside of your jaw all you can manage is an unintelligible whine. He hums, kissing away the single hot tear that spills down your cheek, “You think if you cry loudly enough, mommy’ll come home and save you?”
And it’s like time stands still as he laughs, cruel eyes glinting when he presses down on your tongue, warm saliva pooling around his digits. “Such a little whore, trying to seduce her poor, innocent boyfriend the very moment her back’s turned. Tell me, cutie,” he coos, “who do you think she’d believe?”
Your breath hitches, another sob catching in your throat – even if you wanted to answer, you can’t and he knows it. “She’s in love with me, you know. It’s almost a little pathetic how easy it was to manipulate her into bed – so lonely… desperate for love, for somebody – anybody – to pay attention to her, take care of her,” he sneers, distaste curling at his lips. “Wouldn’t it just break her fragile little heart to know she’s fallen for the man who raped her baby girl?”
Another garbled cry slips past his fingers and you can only watch in frozen horror as his other hand drifts back to his zipper. “You want to protect her, don’t you?”
His grip relents just enough for you to jerk a shaky nod.
“Pretty girl, so good for me.” Another kiss pressed to your cheek as the quiet hiss of his zipper fills the air around you. “It’ll be our little secret, hmm? She doesn’t need to know just yet, let her be happy a little while longer…”
Sliding down his briefs just far enough for his cock to spring free, he strokes it for a moment with slow, leisurely movements, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he watches your eyes widen.
And when he pulls you forward, guides your mouth towards it, pre-cum beading at the tip, withdrawing his fingers so you can quickly gasp for air, you just… let him.
The fight’s gone, as quickly as it had come.
You let his fingers curl through your hair, use it as an anchor when your lips part to force his cock between them. And he moans, low and shivery as your tongue slides along the underside of his shaft and you try not to gag around the sudden intrusion.
You think that there’s no room left inside of you for shame, but as his other hand creeps back between your legs, teasing at your cunt, you burn with it, clinging to the pyre of your own humiliation and disgust.
And still, you kneel on the couch, letting him fuck your mouth, letting those long, pretty fingers curl up inside of you – moaning around his cock when they stroke that perfect little spot.
“I wanted to – shit – take this slow,” he tells you as his hips jerk upwards, shuddering in breathless delight when his cock hits the back of your throat and it convulses around him. “I wanted to make you want me.”
Wet, messy, gags sound with every unwitting thrust – you’ve no choice but to swallow him down, let him fuck your throat like you’re nothing more than a toy for his pleasure. There’s saliva coating your chin, dripping down the length of his dick, pooling around his balls. You can barely breathe, a task made even harder when Oikawa decides to add his thumb into the mix, teasing your clit while he fucks you apart on his fingers.
It feels so fucking good, and you’ve never hated yourself more.
Your throat burns, hot tears stinging in the corners of your eyes, and yet he’s intent on driving you to the brink of your sanity with every calculated flick of his wrist. Something tightens in your belly, a spring coiled too tight, ready to snap, and you can’t help it when your hips chase his fingers, the needy, shameful little whimpers that leave your lips (still wrapped around his thick, twitching cock) as you search for the pleasure to temper the discomfort.
“You don’t have a clue what you do to me, do you? I could barely sleep last night–”
You choke back a moan, your pussy clenching around his digits, sucking them deeper as white spots pepper your vision and you shudder out a moan.
“So pretty when you cum for me,” he pants, but you don’t care – can’t, not when you’re riding his fingers, tongue lolling out as he gives you a moment’s reprieve to bask in the rippling afterglow of your orgasm before everything comes crashing back down around you.
Oikawa lets you fall back against the cushions, breathless, trembling and dazed. You’re not stupid enough to believe that’s the end of it, not when his cock’s still hard, throbbing against his toned stomach when he gives it a slow, cursory pump.
“Lie back, cutie,” he whispers, keeping his eyes fixed on you as he pushes himself up off the couch to shed the rest of his clothes.
And as you shuffle obediently downwards, heart hammering in your chest, you find you can’t tear your eyes away from him either.
Tall and handsome, she’d said, but the words truly don’t do him justice. A body corded with lean, powerful muscle, golden, sun-kissed skin, a light smattering of dark hair trailing from his navel down past the well defined V of his hips…
“See something you like?” he teases, smirking when you squeak and childishly jerk your face away, cheeks burning. “It’s okay to look, you know. I don’t mind the attention.”
It feels too soft, too intimate for what this is.
This isn’t how it’s supposed to go. He’s not supposed to be attractive, or to make you enjoy your own assault, and you– you’re supposed to fight it, fight him instead of just lying there and taking it…
But when he climbs back onto the couch, easing your still trembling thighs apart to settle himself between them, his touch is nothing short of reverent, dark eyes wide and adoring as you squirm uneasily beneath him.
With one hand braced on the cushion beside you, his cock resting just above your aching sex, he leans forward, easing your top up past your tits. “Perfect,” he murmurs.
And it’s enough to make a fresh bout of humiliated tears spring to your eyes. Your hands curl into useless fists at your side as he settles back onto his knees and takes his cock in hand, hissing in pleasure when he glides the flushed, leaking head along your slick folds.
“Fuck, cutie. I don’t think I’m gonna last,” he laughs, biting down on his bottom lip as he watches hot, fat tears slip down your cheeks. With an agonisingly slow pace, Oikawa lines himself up with your cunt and presses in – even with how wet you are, one orgasm already wrung from you, the stretch burns and you can’t stop the choked gasp that leaves you.
His eyes flutter shut, head thrown back back as inch by inch his cock sinks into your pussy until finally he bottoms out with a satisfied groan. “Perfect for me, so fucking good,” he pants, and you barely have time to drag in a breath before his hips are drawing back, another desperate, strangled mewl escaping you.
Bruising fingers dig into your waist, Oikawa cursing as your plush little cunt flutters maddeningly around him– before he eagerly slams his cock forward, stuffing you full once more.
And as you sob and whimper between every wet, obscene squelch of his dick fucking into your soaked pussy, that all too familiar, shameful heat begins to pool in your core.
“Gonna cum for me again, cutie?”
#yandere haikyuu#yandere oikawa#yandere oikawa x reader#yandere oikawa tooru#yandere oikawa tooru x reader#tw: noncon#tw:dubcon#tw: drugged reader#tw: infidelity#angst#pain#manipulation#fun times ahead
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Masterlist (Headcanons To Dabbles)
Heyo! My Sentence Starters/Headcanons To Dabbles List was getting long, so I decided to separate the two :D
(Totally didn’t do it for a reason to use a Kurama gif what are you talking about)
Full Masterlist
Updated: 5/19/23
Black Clover
Black Bulls Tickle Royale! (Group Tickles: Black Bulls)
Blue Lock
Cuddles? (Lee!Niko, Ler!Isagi)
Crimes In Glam (Lee!Chigiri, Ler!Aryu)
Brat (Lee!Rin, Ler!Bachira)
Moody (Lee!Chigiri, Lers!Isagi, Nagi, Barou)
Not Ticklish (Chigiri x Reader)
Respect (Lee!Chigiri, Lers!Barou, Nagi)
Sacrificial Lambs (Lees!Isagi, Chigiri, Ler!Gagamaru)
Simba (Lee!Chigiri, Ler!Kunigami)
Whatcha Say? (Lee!Chigiri, Lers!Bachira, Isagi, Kunigami)
Wet Willy! (Lee!Kunigami, Ler!Bachira)
Buddy Daddies
Iity Bitty (Lee!Rei, Ler!Kazuki)
Lesson Not-Learned (Lee!Miri, Lers!Rei, Kazuki)
Bungo Stray Dogs
“Back” To Work (Lee!Dazai, Ler!Kunikida)
The Empiricists Have No Clothes (Lee!Kunikida, Ler!Reader)
Ushanka (Lee!Fyodor, Ler!Reader)
Chainsaw Man
Suckers (Lee!Yoshida, Ler!Octopus Devil)
Collar x Malice
Distraction! (Lee!Ichika, Ler!Takeru)
Experiment (Lee!Ichika, Ler!Kageyuki)
Multi-tasker (Lee!Ichika, Ler!Takeru)
Danganronpa
Do The Thing? (Lee!Maki, Ler!Kaede)
Check-In! (Lee!Taka, Lers!Mondo, Leon, Chihiro)
Cheer Up, Kiyo! (Lee!Korekiyo, Ler!Gonta)
Come here (Hajime x Platonic!Reader)
Company (Lee!Shuichi, Ler!Kokichi)
Foot Rest (Lee!Yasuhiro, Ler!Mondo)
Sweet Talk (Nagito x Reader)
Demon Slayer
Air Tickles (Lee!Akaza, Ler!Hantengu Clones)
All Ears (Lee!Douma, Ler!Akaza)
Cupid (Lee!Sanemi, Ler!Tengen)
Douma's Army (Lee!Daki, Gyutaro, Kaigaku, Ler!Gyokko)
Drummer Boy and The Pesky Spider (Lee!Kyogai, Ler!Rui)
Eyes On Me (Lee!Koku, Ler!Douma)
Five Seconds (Lee!Akaza, Ler!Douma)
Fluster (Lee!Douma, Ler!Kokushibou)
Future Sightings (Lee!Kokushibou, Ler!Douma)
Gone In The Wind (Lee!Gyomei, Ler!Sanemi)
Heat Of The Moment (Lee!Douma, Ler!Akaza)
Keen Sense Of Hearing (Lee!Tanjiro, Inosuke, Ler!Zenitsu)
Kibble (Lee!Roark, Lers!Pokemon)
Lavender Fly (Lee!Giyu, Ler!Shinobu)
Medicine (Lee!Gyomei, Ler!Shinobu)
Messed With The Wrong Demon (Lee!Douma, Ler!Koku)
Mending (Lee!Genya, Ler!Sanemi)
Ribs (Lee!Gyutaro, Ler!Rui)
Run (Lee!Rui, Ler!Douma)
Sit With Me (Lee!Gyomei, Ler!Kagaya)
Spell It For Me (Lee!Sanemi, Ler!Tengen)
Stripes (Lee!Akaza, Ler!Douma)
Taisho Era Tickle Monster (Switch!Tanjiro, Lees!Zenitsu, Nezuko)
(Tickle) Fight Me! (Lee!Inosuke, Ler!Tanjiiro)
Team Work Makes The Dream Work (Lee!Tengen, Lers!Sanemi, Giyu)
Thick Skin (Lee!Douma, Lers!Daki, Rui)
What I Like About You (Lee!Douma, Ler!Kokushibou)
Who’s Better? (Lees!Sanemi, Muichiro, Lers!Tengen, Rengoku)
Dr Stone
Flower Language (Lee!Gen, Ler!Senku)
I Smell A Storm (Lee!Tsukasa, Ler!Ryusui)
Returning Hug (Lee!Ryusui, Ler!Tsukasa)
Fire Emblem
Retainer's Contribution (Lee!Sylvain, Lers!Dimitri, Dedue)
Splitting Sides (Lee!Claude, Ler!Hilda)
Fire Force
Begone, Devil! (Lee!Shinra, Ler!Arthur)
Free! Iwatobi Swim Club
Temper Tantrum (Lee!Rin, Ler!Nitori)
Fruits Basket
Rival (Lee!Nao, Ler!Yuki)
Haikyuu!!
Bicker Buddies (Lees!Hinata, Kageyama, Ler!Asahi)
Buzzing (Lee!Yamaguchi, Ler!Tsukishima)
Challenge Time (Lee!Suga, Ler!Yamaguchi)
Don’t Panic! (Lee!Hinata, Ler!Kageyama)
Jokes On You (Lee!Tsukishima, Lers!Tanaka, Noya)
Sneak (Lee!Tsukishima, Lers!Bokuto, Kuroo, Akaashi)
Will you? (Lee!Kenma, Ler!Kuroo)
Wrestling (Lee!Hinata, Ler!Kageyama)
Heartstopper
Breakfast Awaits! (Lee!Nick, Ler!Charlie)
Blush (Switches!Charlie, Nick)
Chub (Lee!Nick, Ler!Charlie)
Cutie (Lee!Charlie, Ler!Nick)
I know Him Best! (Lee!Charlie, Lers!Tao, Nick)
Hunter x Hunter
Secret (Switches!Gon, Killua)
Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure
Birthmark (Lee!Jotaro, Ler!Kakyoin)
Tiramisu (Lee!Giorno, Ler!Bruno)
Weekly Antics (Lee!Abbachio, Switch!Giorno, Ler!Mista)
The World (Lees!Jotaro, Okuyasu, Koichi, Ler!Jotaro)
Komi Can’t Communicate
Mood (Lee!Katai, Ler!Tadano)
My Hero Academia
Back Rub (Lee!Todoroki, Ler!Shinsou)
Brotherly Antics (Lee!Ojiro, Ler!Bakugou)
Can We Try It? (Lee!Hawks, Ler!Mirko)
Catch Me! (Lee!Midoriya, Ler!Todoroki)
Feathers (Lees!Bakugou, Midoriya, Ler!Hawks)
Feather Sensitive (Lee!Hawks, Ler!Dabi)
Fish Out Of Water (Lee!Bakugou, Ler!Kirishima)
Fucking Adorable (Lee!Torodoki, Ler!Bakugou)
Fluster (Lee!Todoroki, Ler!Deku)
Game Over (Lee!Shigaraki, Lers!Dabi, Spinner)
I Spy A Tickle Monster! (Lee!Hagakure, Ler!Ojiro)
Laugh It Off (Lee!Endeavor, Jeanist, Ler!Hawks)
Manicure! (LeeKanimari, Ler!Mina)
Muscle Groups (Switches!Bakugou, Midoriya)
Palms Up! (Switches!Bakugou, Todoroki, Midoriya)
Play With Me! (Lees!Tokoyami, Tsuyu, Shoji, Ler!Dark Shadow)
Shoulders (Lee!Bakugou, Ler!Todoroki)
Softie (Lee!Todoroki, Ler!Midoriya)
The Claw! (Lee!Midoriya, Ler!Kirishima)
Wakey, Wakey! (Lee!Todoroki, Ler!Sero)
Pokemon
My Dearest, Maxie (Lee!Maxie, Ler!Archie)
Feathery Flurry! (Trainer Reader, Talonflame)
Gem (Trainer Reader, Sableye)
Ghost Army Tickle Attack! (Lee!Raihan, Ler!Allister)
Glint (Lee!Volkner, Ler!Roark)
Lack Of Direction (Lee!Gold, Ler!Aipom)
Land Vs. Water (Switch!Maxie, Archie)
Lesson Plan (Lee!Claval, Ler!Tyme)
Mermaiding (Hardenshipping)
Nibbles (Trainer Reader, Hydreigon)
Poke The Bewear (Hardenshipping)
Stay Still (Lee!Roark, Ler!Reader)
Thunderstorms (Lee!Maxie, Ler!Archie)
Wooloo Goof! (Lee!Hop, Leon, Ler!Wooloo)
Sk8 The Infinity
Best Win Yet (Lee!Langa, Ler!Reki)
Movie Night (Lee!Kojiro, Ler!Karou)
Spy x Family
Agent Mama On The Move! (Lees!Loid, Anya, Ler!Yor)
Give It Back! (Lee!Loid, Ler!Franky)
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hihihi ~ hope you're doing well! would you mind doing some hcs for keigo with a quirkless s/o??? i was thinking of someone that it's a police officer or even a nurse??? btw hope you don't mind using g/n pronouns, please. take care <3
— keigo x quirkless!reader hcs
pairing(s): keigo takami x gn!reader
wc: 1.4k+ words
content: how you met hawks, post confession headcanons, fluff because we love it here, cursing, small dashes of insecurity talk at the end
notes: i am doin pretty good!! and thank you for the request (and also tellin me my ask box wasnt open ;-;) i hope you enjoy what i cooked up for ya!! also, dw! the pronouns are always gender neutral when i write apart from requests and when people don’t specify in requests. i’m also fine if you or anyone wants your or their request written with specific pronouns too :)) you take care as well!! <3
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keigo is rather fragile when it comes to relationships. he was taken in and started his training to be a hero very early on in his life, so he has no experience with deeper relationships, let alone romantic ones
well
had
his training covered assassination, spy missions, surprise attacks, and almost any possible scenario you could think of, which is even more insane considering quirks exist
but he was unprepared as shit for your first encounter with him
it was just another day and just another villain. he took care of them quickly and efficiently and the villain was dragged to the side. the bystanders that were watching before soon crowded him with questions and mics, papers and pens. but, like always, he had to talk to the officials first
reluctantly, he waved away his fans with a wink and smile, then turned the other way
and holy guacamole
you appeared at the scene and he got Got™️
was just struck with a solid 10 cupid arrows simultaneously
now, being the number two hero, he’s not usually nervous about talking to people—half of his job is that
but there was without a doubt hesitation present as he slowly made his way towards you and the group you were with
palms-sweaty-knees-weak-arms-heavy-mom’s-spaghetti type beat
walking over felt like an eternity with how much he was overthinking. why was he overthinking anyways? this was a completely normal situation after a completely normal fight and he was going over to talk to completely normal person (well, debatable)
he finally made it to the group and didn’t even need to clear his throat: they’d notice those bright, red wings anywhere, including you
“hey, what’s the situation?” he chimed after getting everyone’s attention, making eye contact with everyone and turning on his ✨hero charm✨
HOWEVER
when he turned to you
oh my—
sparkles. sparkles flying around. his head. awestruck.
your coworker didn’t seem to notice:
“oh, nothing too unusual. we’ll take him back and deal with him.”
hawks nodded at the man, visibly absentminded as he continued to stare at you
for a moment, you thought you did something wrong somehow within the first two seconds of being in his presence, but you just laughed—this snapped him out of his daze
“also, thank you for what you did today,” you mentioned with those gorgeous eyes of yours staring back at him, oh my gosh what a pretty shade of—“we all appreciate what you do for the city.”
for some reason, this seemed to catch him off guard, but he collected himself quickly: “o-oh! well, i mean, all in a day’s work. you help out the city just as much as i do, y’know. heroes are only part of the puzzle.” what a #humbleking
you took a moment to process his words, but then smiled, appreciation glistening in your gaze. “ah, well, i do as much as i can as a quirkless citizen.”
oops does that count as oversharing—
but before he could ask further, you and your group unfortunately had to excuse yourselves.
never in a million years would he miss that one last goodbye smile you gave him, though
LUCKILY it’s procedure to check in with all the workers involved after a crime scene definitely yes 100% yup totally
so, he invites you to talk about the scene at his agency! how nice of him! definitely wasn’t a plot to get to know you better without your coworkers potentially getting in the way! and he books it the literal day after because this man is now intrigued with the one minute he spent with you!
of course, you gotta dress to impress for the number two hero. so, when the day comes, you throw on one of your sharpest outfits and make your way downtown walking fast to the agency
the workers’ direct you to hawks’ office as he waits in his chair, checking his phone every two seconds for the time. god, when were you going to get here?—
a knock echoed through the room and he has never ran out of his chair faster
he swings the door open and you smile at him, saying hello with the files of yesterday’s case in your hands.
turn on the charm again and—“hey there~”
,,, initiate youhaveaheartattack.exe
he welcomes you in and pulls up a chair for you, then sits down at his own chair and discreetly noticed your outfit hOW ARE YOU SO GOOD LOOKING
he makes a quick joke about how he wishes the chairs were equal quality for both him and the ones for others in his office and you laugh of course because it is obvious this man is trying his dang darnest best and—“oh! i didn’t even ask for your name!”
in his head it’s just “DAMN IT HAWKS YOU IDIOT WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS YOU LITTLE—”
you realize this too and chuckle, then state it to him. he repeats after you and your name rolls off his tongue almost too easily. “nice ring to it.”
you nervously smile and avert your eyes for a moment, collecting yourself because this gorgeous man is right in front of you and did i mention he’s the number two hero because wow status is scary— “uh, should we get to the case?”
right
Fuck™️
luckily, fate was in his favor today
the conversation started off professional, but after the basics were covered about the crime scene, he got to segway into something else: your quirkless-ness
it was a little out of left field, having someone like him ask about something like that, but you don’t ignore it. instead, you sigh and rub the back of your neck. you didn’t want things to get too unprofessional, so you hit the main points only:
you said it was hard growing up quirkless. all the other kids seemed to have such a huge advantage compared to you. even as you did your best in academics, there were moments in school that just seemed like a sign in big, bold letters that you were never going to be at their level, and all because you were born unlucky
though, you added, you decided that you still wanted to help people in the ways you could. so, you worked hard day in and day out, and now you were here
you finished up the story and hawks was feeling… surprisingly sentimental
hawks’ quirk was almost all of who he was, his whole identity. sometimes, he thinks he wouldn’t be able to live without it. sure, he’s met quirkless people before, but seeing something—someone—like this, up close and personal? hearing about it from someone who saw the silver lining and decided that was enough?
he didn’t think you could get any better, but you clearly proved him wrong
“wow.” he leaned back in his chair. “i’m startin to think you should be on this side of the desk.”
you were stunned. with a nervous laugh and a wave of your hand, you pushed it aside and continued with what little of the case there was to talk about
,,, yeah no, hawks wasn’t gonna let that happen
the questioning ended and he not-so-secretly slipped you a paper with an address, one you’re familiar with being a local cafe, and a time, one that’s far too soon for you to think that this was going to be just another questioning
headcanons, post confession!
when he comes homes from work, he stretches his arms open wide and calls out that he’s home—it’s second nature for you to run to the door instantly and tackle him in a hug. if he’s in a good mood, he’ll pick you up and spin you around, singing a small line of either one of his or your favorite songs, whichever one was stuck in his head during patrol
he is busy as a pro hero, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t busy too! so, you two still work out a schedule so you can spend as much time together as possible
the days you and him do get off are filled with bad jokes, good food, and plenty of kisses. he likes to unwind when he can, so dates include movie nights (both at home with tons of blankets and in theaters with tons of overpriced candy and popcorn), serene, 5 star restaurants (he gets deals from plenty of places as a hero), small picnics with probably burnt cookies (again, he’s trying his best), and more!
you sometimes feel insecure about being with him. he’s the number two hero with a one of a kind quirk—the spotlight is on him the second he arrives. and you just feel so small in comparison. but he can’t have any of this
he’ll comfort you any time you feel down, and reassure you that you being quirkless means nothing to him; he loves you for who you are. and he mentions to look on the bright side: how you’ve come so far even without one, and how that makes you all the more special. he admits that sometimes, he doesn’t feel worthy of you
a lot of people are shallow nowadays. clout chasers are everywhere. and so, he’s used to being used. his fame is good when he can have an impact on the world, but more times than it should, it stabs him in the back.
getting someone like you? someone who doesn’t use him like a puppet on a string for your own benefit? that alone would make him feel conflicted. but there’s so much more to you. he can’t help but feel unworthy too
and well, you can’t have any of this either, now can you?
you both are each others’ support systems and you help each other grow as individuals, leading to a healthy, loving relationship. it’s what both of you deserve <333
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Headcanons for: “My Hero Academia”
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Finding out their student has a crush on young pro
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Pairing: Hawks x Reader | Aizawa x Reader | All Might x Reader | Endeavor x Reader
Request: “All the heroes reactions when they find out their protege/sidekick/son has a crush on or is dating Young pro hero? Like Aizawa with Shinso, All Might with Izuku, Endeavor with Shoto, and Hawks with Tokoyami? - Anonymous”
Notes: Our cupids have arrived. Thanks for the request. Enjoy!
[Part One]
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Endeavor:
Since you spend a lot of time around him, you’re more than familiar with Shoto
He’ll notice that whenever his son comes around he’ll act slightly different
More talkative, going out of his way to say ‘hi’, completely different than his usual quiet self
He’s not knowledgeable when it comes to romantic feelings, so it’ll take him a while to catch on
When he does though, I don’t doubt he’ll try playing Cupid
He’ll probably send you two out on patrols together so you can have some more quality time
The young, powerful, pro hero with his powerful son, of course, he’s going to approve
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All Might:
Since he spends so much time with him, he’ll know everything about Midoriya
Including his crush on you
As much as he may try to hide it, there’s no chance
I think he’ll be ecstatic at the idea of the two of you dating
Like he’s already planning the wedding in his head
He wants the be The Godfather to your future children
He cares about you both so much that he just can’t help but let his imagination wander at the possible future you guys could have together
If only Midoriya would just admit his feelings
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Aizawa:
He knows immediately about the way Shinso feels about you
It’s obvious how he feels (at least to everyone except you)
To be honest. If it was anyone other than Shinso, Aizawa would probably have a bit of an issue trusting them, but since he knows him, he’ll feel more comfortable
The problem is, Shinso’s just so painfully shy though, so Aizawa can’t help but attempt to take matters into his own hands
He’ll leave you guys alone in his classroom from time to time, claiming he’s going to take a nap in the teacher’s lounge
Which is true, but he’s mostly doing it so it’ll force you guys to talk
Hopefully, while he’s gone, Shinso will confess his feelings so he doesn’t have to deal with both of your terrible attempts at flirting
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Hawks:
Don’t let him find out you’re dating. It’s a huge mistake
Non stop teasing and flirting on your behalf
“Tokoyami those pants look great! And I bet they would look even better on Y/N’s floor.”
Cue you being completely embarrassed
“Please god Hawks, just stop. I’m begging you.”
“I’m gonna grab some lunch. The office is all yours until I get back. It should only take me about an hour. So you know*wink* enjoy yourselves *wink* *wink*”
“Get the hell out already.”
Like I said... huge mistake
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My Muse [Marc Anciel x GN! Reader]
Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug
Pairing: Marc Anciel x GN! Reader
Warnings: None
There was a sigh from the other side of the room, followed by fast writing, which was followed by furious scribbling and back to the sigh. This went on for awhile. Sigh. Write. Scribble. Repeat.
“Okay Marc, what’s up?” you spun in your chair to look at your dark haired boyfriend sitting on your bed.
“Writer’s block!” he groaned and face planted.
“Alright, let’s see what Ladybug and Chat Noir are up to. They’ll give you an idea right? What do you call it, they’re your muse?” Marc glumly nodded his head in your blankets and you quickly opened up your computer to see the latest news in France...and nothing. “It looks like they’ve got a day off today.” You smiled, “good for them. It sure must be exhausting, going after villains every day.” You trailed off as you got lost in your thoughts. “Oh! Maybe you could ask Nathaniel for some ideas! Or maybe implement our classmates into your stories! Y’know, like you did with Nathaniel!” you suggested excitedly.
“Most of them have been akumatized,” he mumbled with his face still in your blankets, “so they’ve already made an appearance.”
“I’m sure not all of them have been akumatized.” You got up from your chair and moved to your bed to sit next to him. “So...let’s think here. Alya? No, she’s Lady WiFi. Nino? He’s the Bubbler. Kim! Oh wait, he’s Dark Cupid. Ivan...is Stoneheart. Max! Uh, he’s the Gamer. Mylène! She’s too sweet to be akumatized!” you snapped your fingers as you thought you figured it out.
“Nope.” Marc shook his head, “Horrificator.”
“Darn. Alix? No, she’s Timebreaker. Sabrina? She’s Vanisher, right?” you asked dejectedly and Marc nodded. “Chloe, well, she’s Antibug. Juleka! Ah, no, she’s Reflekta. Rose?” you asked uncertainly.
“Princess Fragrance.”
“Not even the teachers are safe!” you shouted in frustration, “Mr. Damocles is Dark Owl and Miss Bustier is Zombizou! Maybe our school is cursed.” You frowned as you looked at how you lacked the fingers to count all of your friends who’ve been akumatized, “or haunted or something.”
“That’s it!” Marc’s eyes lit up in excitement. Eagerly he began to write down his thoughts, “none of the students would’ve guessed it. The quietest student in the entirety of Collège Françoise Dupont, was Hawk Moth. It was the perfect place to find unsuspecting villains. Middle schoolers were always high in emotions, and those emotions were Hawk Moth’s favorite prey.” You smiled as he started to write happily again, dozens of ideas flying through his brain. You decided to let him work on his story in silence, and you stood up to return to your desk and do your homework. “(y/n)?” Marc stopped writing momentarily to look up at you and you froze to look at him.
“Yeah?”
“You’re my muse.” He smiled before he started to write again.
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