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I’m glad to finally introduce Val (Valiant) to Warverse as a Corporal in the Control Force! I had a lot of fun with his design as it was heavily inspired off somethin I found on pinterest DRTFYGUHIj- it was perfect to what I had in mind for him << So I found a bunch from others n played mix n match with some of my own spin to it.
Valiant belongin to @xfr3eax / @magusverse
Ft Coral in the sketch @warverse
#Warverse#Concepts#ToxArt#Val#Valiant#Papyrus#Coral#Magusverse#Control Force#Mm tasty world buildin n having more characters#thanks for letting me steal him ahah!#Now Locke has a memory dead brother who remembers fuck all
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Sneaky
Ler!Hobie
Lee!Miles
(Strictly PLATONIC!! This is a tickle fic.)
Quick, short fic. I LOVE THEM AAAAH
Miles was told he had to train his stealth a bit, kindly saying he wasn't good at it… at all.
His goal according to Peter B. Parker was to successfully scare at least 5 people. Gwen, Pavitr, Peter B. Parker himself, which would be harder considering he was the one giving him the task, Hobie and Jessica.
Miles had already scared 3. Gwen, Pavitr, and Jessica. Even for only 3 people it took around 7 tries, since they were all spiderpeople.
He thought for a second. “Hmm. Maybe i should go for Peter next, but then again that would take the longest. I should probably go for the one that doesn’t know what im doing. Hobie. Yeah! Easy enough.”
He spent a good half an hour trying to find him. Turns out he was in some sort of lab… stealing? Of course.
He crawled on the ceiling, invisible of course. Being extra careful to not make a sound.
Hobie was looking around the lab for random parts he could easily fit in his pockets, humming some tune.
Miles was waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
“How long ya gonna wait for?” Hobie suddenly spoke, startling Miles.
Miles wasn’t sure he was talking to him, so he stayed quiet.
“Aye, Miles. Im talking to ya.” Hobie chuckled and looked up, straight at Miles.
“Aw, man…” Miles let out a sigh and jumped down. “How did you know i was there?”
Hobie looked at him. “I knew the moment you arrived, you’re not very good at being sneaky ya know.”
Miles let out a groan. “Yeah…“
“Aye cheer up, bruv. No need to be down in the dumps about it.” Hobie smiled.
Miles looked at him confused “what?”
“Anyways what’re ya trying to do?” Hobie asked while putting something in his pocket again.
“Oh its just- wait, no. Im not gonna tell you.” Miles almost slipped up, it would be so much harder to do if Hobie knew.
“Awe c’mon tell me.” Hobie tapped his shoulder with his fist playfully. “Is it top secret?” He joked.
“Yes, yes it is!” Miles exclaimed.
“Well now i want to know even more, c’mon Miles, were mates! You can tell me.” Hobie leaned against a table, now very eager to know.
“No, no. Not telling you, sorry!” Miles turned to walk away, cause he knew he was eventually gonna tell him if he stayed.
“So ya wanna play like that, do ya? Alright.” Hobie shrugged getting up from the table, you could hear the smirk in his voice.
“What does that mean?” Miles stopped, suddenly feeling nervous.
“Oh nothin’… unless you wanna tell me?” Hobie grinned.
“Wha- no. No way, forget it!” Miles waved his hands at him.
“Alright, alright. Go then. Didn’t wanna know anyway.” Hobie turned away, walking back to the table.
Miles sighed, “thank god.” He started walking to the door, he was gonna try again a bit later.
But before he could leave Hobie spoke up, somehow right behind him. “This is how ya sneak up on people.”
Suddenly Miles felt two hands on his sides. “waitwaitWAIT HOBIE- ACK!” Hobie started wiggling his fingers into the younger boys sides.
“Ya wanna tell me now?” Hobie laughed mischievously.
“nohoho AHAH HOBIEHEHE!” Miles yelped as Hobie switched to tickling his ribs. His legs buckled and he fell to the floor, Hobie catching him.
“Woah, mate. Ticklish much?” Hobie put him on the floor, and switched to his sides again to prevent Miles from getting used to the feeling. “Y’know I can keep this up for as long as i need.” Hobie teased.
“Ehehehe Hobihie nahahAHAH” Miles squirmed, weakly trying to fight him back. “STAHAHAP NAHAHAAA”
“So ya wanna tell me yet? Or do i need to keep going?” Hobie chuckled with miles.
“ihim nohohot telling yohoHOU NOHOO” Miles threw his head back and kicked his feet.
“Well if you insist, I’m having fun so i dont plan on stopping any time soon. Hey, yer hips ticklish?” Hobie didnt wait for an asnwer and went for his hips.
Miles SCREAMED. “NAHAA OHO MAHAHAI GAHAHAD HOBIHIE NOHOOH AGHAHA” Miles bucked and shook his head frantically. Trying to pry Hobies hands off of his hips.
“I guess they are, dont try to fight me, only way ill stop is if you tell me!” He pressed his hands into Miles’ hips a little stronger, laughing with him.
“OHOKAY OKAHAHAY JUST STOHOHAHAHA-“ Miles could barely speak, it tickled so bad.
As promised Hobie stopped as soon as Miles told him to. “Alright, spill it. Unless you want to go for round 2? I wouldn’t mind.” He smirked.
“im good, ihim gohohood.” Miles was still giggling.
“So?” Hobie looked at him intrigued.
“Ihits just some stupid task Peter gave me, apparently im not stealthy enough. So i have to scare 5 people, you were one of them.” Miles held his sides, trying to get rid of the ghost tickles.
“Ohoh! So thats what it is! I have to agree with Parker here.” He chuckled.
Miles groaned, he knew Hobie was right.
“Better luck next time, bruv! Just watch your back. Maybe ill be the one sneaking up on you, aye?” He teased Miles as he helped him up to his feet.
Miles chuckled, a little embarrassed.
“Alright, alright. I will.” Miles said as he wiped his shoulder to get a little dust off of it.
“I suggest catching them in an environment where its not so silent, like here.” Hobie pointed around the lab.
“Ah, yeah. You're right.” Miles chuckled.
“Alright go, get Peter first, then come back to me. Always stay alert.” Hobie wiggled his fingers at Miles, chuckling.
Miles cringed a little, shook his head and turned to leave, yeah, no he definitely was gonna go for Peter next.
#tickles#tickle#sfw tickles#tickle community#tword#across the spiderverse tickle#atsv tickle#atsv tickle fic#ler!hobie#lee!miles#ler!hobiebrown#Lee!milesmorales
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Hello again miss Kia! Probably you already got so many requests w/ ezio but read me out: an modern au where reader is ezio's daughter + he's a single father when she always hear shenanigans from her friends like "ooh your father is so hot and all" and she always get moody with them like "stop saying my father is hot goddamnit!!" and our favorite boy get to know about it 🤭 you can't write it if you're not comfortable btw, i just thought it could be funny and all that jazz, but anyways! Have a nice day and keep safe and well! 💕
notes: I don't think I've ever been called Miss Kia before it feels so formal AHAH
pairing: dad! Ezio x daughter! reader
word count: 0.5k
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That four-letter acronym
“And here’s some money if you want to order yourselves some food, I’ll be back in around an hour.” Ezio smiled at you as he left the money on the corner of your desk, heading straight out of your room and closing the door behind him. You didn’t need to look up to know how Jacob and Evie were looking at each other. You always got this reaction from people when they saw your dad for the first time.
“Y/n, your dad’s so-” Evie was cut off by her brother.
“Fucking hot, damn!” Jacob exclaimed and you cringed, hoping your dad wouldn’t be able to hear, “What a D-”
“If I hear that four-letter acronym leave your mouth, Jacob, I’ll order food for just me and Evie and you can starve while you watch us eat.” You warned, jabbing a finger in his direction. No matter who you brought home, friend or study partner, they always had to say something about your dad. Yeah, he was built like a fallen angel and just about everyone was a sucker for his accent and he knew his charms, the bastard, but he was your dad and you were tired of your friends drooling over him.
“Ok, ok, I won’t say it.” Jacob held his hands up in mock defeat and the three of you got on with putting your presentation project together, taking a break a little while in to order a McDonalds to be delivered. Jacob took the opportunity to break his word once you had placed the order, rambling on and on about how much of a DILF your dad was and a once-in-a-lifetime-event occurred when Evie agreed with him.
It didn’t take too long before you got the little notification to meet the driver at the door and you told Jacob and Evie to carry on while you went to grab it and bring it up to your room. After you shut the door, you almost jumped at seeing your dad’s head of dark hair poked around the corner of the doorway to the living room, investigating the noise.
“I didn’t realise you were back already, you scared me.” You spoke as you shut the door with your foot, holding the big back of food in your arms.
“Yes, the shop was closed so I came back earlier.” He shrugged, leaning against the door as he looked at you. Suddenly he had what your auntie Claudia always called a ‘shit-eating grin’ and you tried to mentally prepare yourself. “So, I hear your friends are fond of me.”
“No. Shut up. Conversation’s over. Go back to watching your cooking program or whatever.” You spoke as you began to march up the stairs.
“Dai, piccolina, let your old man feed his ego!” He called after you through laughter and you simply shook your head.
“Thank you for the food!” You called, trying to change the subject before slamming your bedroom door shut. “Jacob, I’m stealing your fries, you little shit.”
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#ezio assassins creed#ezio auditore#ezio auditore da firenze#ezio auditore x reader#ezio auditore fanfiction#dilf! ezio#dad! ezio#modern au#assassins creed#assassins creed x reader#assassins creed fanfic#assassins creed fanfiction#jacob frye#evie frye
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congrats on 6k! may i request an fluffy andrew garfield x reader based on dorothea by taylor swift? pls and thank you !!
_dorothea
andrew garfield x reader
based on: Dorothea by taylor swift
words: 895
a/n: i think i needed 2k more words to write this whole story, i had the whole idea in my head and i would have loved to develop it more!! i hope you will still like it and thank you for your request (and i hope one day i'll get 6k followers ahah)💛
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If Andrew will always be Andrew Garfield for the world, he will always be Andy to you.
Andy, the boy you used to play with all your childhood. When you were stealing paint from your mom to draw each other on the wall. When you were running and chasing each other everywhere in both your houses. When you would do anything to convince your parents to let you spend the night together. Watching your favorite movies on repeat and eating only cookies and ice-cream.
Andy was the boy you spent your teenage years with. When you were insecure about everything and he was the only one who could find the right words to reassure you. When he had no idea what he wanted to do with his life and you promised him that no matter his choice, you would be by his side. When you went to prom together as best friends. And left it as more than that without ever putting words on those feelings.
Then Andrew left and became one of the biggest actor in the world. You stayed in England, following your own dreams. You opened a coffee shop in your hometown. Some people knew you were Andrew’s best friend from childhood. And you couldn’t resist putting some old Polaroid of you two in the middle of other pictures. It could have stayed like that.
But then Andrew came back.
One of the first things he did was come to your place. It could have been a scene out of a romcom: the successful actor coming back to his hometown and going to see his best-friend and crush. And it was as beautiful as you could have excepted. When he walked in, the coffee was almost closed. And you put everything aside to hug him. It was like Andy never left.
It felt as good as before, as safe and protective. You loved how his arms were stronger than you remember, how he was holding you so tight. You loved his perfume. You could guess how expensive it was, yet for you, it was just him. You wished you could spend hours there just to make up for the lost time.
But Andrew cupped your face with his hands and took a few seconds to look at you. “I missed you so much…” he whispered, almost like you couldn't hear him. And you missed him just as much. It felt so unreal to have him back. But at the same time, you were just in front of your best friend.
“Do you ever think about me in this crazy world?” You finally asked him when you sat for a drink. You felt just like a child asking for a gift. Just like you used to when you were together. Asking for the world.
He put his hand on top of yours and caressed your skin from the tips of his finger. “There is not a day where you’re leaving my mind.” he started and you could feel the honesty in his words. Andy never lied to you.
“I’m always thinking about you, [y/n]. Remembering our young years together when we were inseparable. And wondering where you are, what you’re doing…if anyone has stolen your heart before I get the opportunity to cherish it myself.” He never stopped looking at you, directly in your eyes while talking.“I’m not going to lie, I’m tired of replaying the same memories in my head. I need to make new ones.” he smiled and you couldn't refuse this offer.
“How about we start making a new one now?” You said while looking for the perfect song on your phone. And you found it: the one you danced to at prom. The night you realised Andy would always hold a special place in your heart. You saw his face lighting up when he recognised the first notes. You both got up and immediately started dancing.
You were still holding one of his hands. The other one was on your back and yours on his shoulder. Your chest was against his and suddenly, you were back a few years ago. When Andrew was still your Andy. You wished this moment never ended, that life could give you this gift after years apart.
“You know…” you started, looking at him. Andrew opened his eyes again to watch you talk. It always melted your heart when he was doing that: you were always the center of his attention no matter what was happening around him. You remembered how he would even open his eyes while he was falling asleep if you had something to say. You would always come first. “It’s not too late to come back by my side.”
Andrew didn’t answer and put his forehead against yours. It was more intimate than any kiss. Because it was your way of showing love since you were three. When love didn't mean thing but seeing your best-friend hurted you. When you didn't know what to say to comfort each other, except by putting your forehead together.
For you, Andrew will always be Andy. And he knew it. He knew there was no way he could ever live another day without you. He knew from the way you looked at him that you loved the real him. It was all he needed in life. Dancing with the person he loved the most.
#andrew garfield#andrew garfield imagine#andrew garfield fic#andrew garfield x reader#andrew garfield fanfiction#andrew garfield x you#andrew garfield x y/n#my writing#600 followers celebration
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I mean, yeah, obviously, Reddit videos are harmless fun and sometimes you just want some noise while you debate whether you're gonna take a nap or not, but thanks anyway.
And yeah, looks like you'd already familiarized yourself with Somerton's thoughts then, if you already read the stuff he's been plagiarizing.
You explained that really well btw, maybe you should also do investigative journalism 🤔
But it definitely feels like you dodged a bullet. I just feel bad for people who weren't so lucky and admired and even supported these creators. That's gotta be quite a shock.
I also agree on the plagiarism discussion being in the spotlight right now being a good thing. I just hope it stays there and doesn't just disappear again in two weeks, because it is an important topic and it doesn't get less important in times of Chat GPT and such, but I'm also rambling.
It was a good video and I was thoroughly entertained and yeah, I'll keep my eyes peeled from now on. Semi-related, but Somerton is a bad person on a lot of fronts, between the plagiarism, the victim complex, setting his co-writer up as the scapegoat and the misogyny. Just an all around despicable person.
If you haven't even watched a show, don't make content on it, you stupid idiot. May he find an office job now that his career has hopefully imploded.
yeah right! i just felt the need to reassure in case, it can be so easy to beat oneself down for some silly stuff like that, i felt the need to clarify ^^
And yeah lmao, quite wild turn of event, all things considered.
And aww thank you so much! i don't know if i could ever go into investigation journalism, it demands a whole lot more research and patience than i happen to have ahah. But for what it's worth i do have two diplomas centering around researching and analysing historical texts and various media analysis (mainly literature, but also cinema in general). One of those diploma is in French (which also involved philosophy analysis) and the other is in English (which involved translation and linguistic analysis) so yeah. (while at it i also have a general art diploma that also involved art history analysis for instance).
Like i don't like to brag about it and all and i still think i have many blind spots, but it's kinda why i'm passionate about media analysis and about historical integrity in general. I don't think i'm doing things super well, but as Harris says in the video, this is the typical type of skill you don't realize you have because it's a second nature to analyse the stuff you run into that way. (i did get teachers tell me that i had a natural gift for analysis and incredible insight, but i haven't recovered from that at all and if i let myself talk i'll downplay it super bad lmao but that sure was a thing)
So at least i do have the desire to dig into stuff on another level, it's the way i've interreacted with media both for fun and for my studies to start with.
But i'm also very lazy about sourcing, mostly because i read a lot of things, forget where i read it, and then it becomes just my base knowledge so if i want to regurgitate it i'm just like weep. what is a source. so i have no pretension of doing it professionally and i encourage people to take everything i say with a grain of salt honestly.
but yeah, i definitely feel like i dodged a bullet but i feel horrible for the people the guy scammed. Like he was stealing the work of vastly more experienced creators, and even surface levels stuff are fine because there's a first to any topic you get into - and i think he specifically appealed to people who didn't have a lot of ressources to start with, so those things were brand new for them. We can't blame people for wanting to learn. It is however shocking to see someone using this desire for his own notoriety while trampling over the rest of the community he builds himself upon while stealing from it.
I sympathize a lot with the people who did use to follow him. It's harder to see the red flags when you feel your concern heard for once in your life and you have nowhere else to expend your horizons to. I truly hope the former fans are going to be okay, and i feel so much for those who actually paid money for all of this :(
and i agree, i hope the conversation about plagiarism stays there and is actually discussed in depth. I do worry people might scapegoat Somerton so much that they forget the main point about the plagiarism complains, but it is also hasty to make this remark now as everyone is heated by the content of the videos and it's normal for now they're talking about Somerton more than not. I do hope the conversation about plagiarism remains when everything else die down though. It is an important thing in our current landscape, especially with AI, as you say, and yea, as Harris also says
shows how well you understood one of the purpose of the video that you saw this argument coming right ;D you should be proud of yourself for actually connecting the dots honestly.
I'm glad you liked the video though! truly!
And yeah Somerton is...truly problematic on various level. I do appreciate that Harris focused on the factual approach of plagiarism, the one thing people can't really go against. But the more you look into his general behavior, especially the stuff he adds when he goes off script from the plagiarism, the more it's bewildering. and honestly i feel horrible for the people he stole the words of, who had to have those disgusting addition added to their own personal experience. What a dreadful thing.
AND YEAH GOD how does he get the CONFIDENCE to talk about a show he didn't watch just from stealing from people!! and i have an imposter complex when i talk about things I HAPPEN TO KNOW VERY WELL because i'm constantly stressing out about "shit what if i misread it though"??? if anything thanks to this video for doing a number to beat down my inferiority complex. Like geez i might be an analysis fraud but at least i only engage MY OWN OPINIONS when i'm wrong! that's a win!
but i'm honestly glad to see the general reception to this video on tumblr, even from ex-Somerton fans. It shows the willingness to really look into things, the intellectual curiosity that is necessary to navigate this type of analytic corners.
I've seen a lot of Internet History fans on twitter being super mad at Harris for this video for being "an hypocrite" who "is only blasting IH because he's not a leftie" like...... tell me you didn't finish watching the video without telling me you didn't finish watching the video.... And it's bewildering to me how they're missing the plagiarism concerns because they're too busy supporting the political allignment of the guy who is accused of it.
This video is a reckoning honestly but good lord. what a mess.
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hi! finally had the time to sit down and send an ask for the recent chap of dotgitm!! i woke up that morning and was vv happy that it updated bc i’m loving it so far!
first, i was honestly a bit surprised that the fic is moving at a fast pace - i’m not sure why i thought it’d be a slowburn but nvm! i had to go back a few times to make sure i didn’t skip anything but nope! i kinda like how the scenes were a written in smaller parts - but are just as packed! and it’s slow enough that we really see how rin and yosuke’s (is it yosuke? im not sure, sorry!) relationship progresses! they already felt super close n familiar with each other in that first scene, it was so good!!! sigh ,,,, he’s such a perfect dom! and i find it really funny how in the beginning, rin said that there’d be no way ran would ever meet his girlfriend-but-not-girlfriend - but still invited her over for the new years dinner 🥹 the whole encounter was so sweet!!!! it also shows how rin is slowly letting her into his life and heart little by little.
speaking of ran though - i’m very eager to hear about his story in that universe! it made me a bit sad actually:( miki seemed like she meant a lot to him. ill be so ready for them once the story is out!!
“”Rindou thinks Naoto has a fat hard-on for you but knows better than to say so. It will only make you angry, and you are cuter when you smile.”” rin is falling SO HARD AHAH he’s adorable! and it’s so cute how it’s mentioned more than once that he loves to listen to her talk and ramble - and how he’d do a lot to see her smiling! 🥺
“ Making you happy is addictive but also reciprocal. Without seeming to try, you make him happy too.” this has to be one of my favorite lines !! totally not crying !! nope! + “you are giggling madly, and he wishes he was there with you to sweep you up in the circle of his arms and swing you”” oh man my heart. this is really bringing out the inner romantic side of me fr.
there are so many parts that made me laugh out loud - the bonten banter, YN calling rindou a squirtle, ran stealing a duck (?? WHAT 😭😭) but yeah! thank you so much for updating!! i hope you had a good thanksgiving!!! 💓 - jay, aka @/tetsutits!
you're literally so nice💕 i appreciate all the thought you put into these stories and how you share it with me. it's so fun to talk to you about these things🥰
i have literally so much to say in response to this so adding a read more!
i think chapter 1 gave the impression of a slow burn because they barely talk. i had to make a decision after writing that chapter if this was going to be a 2-shot that just shows some romantic moments, or if i'm willing to truly plot out a story to convey what i wanted, and once i decided the latter, we had to get things moving and fast! because all of this is just groundwork to the real plot of the story, which is coming soon in the 2nd half of the story.
i have never written vignette style before, so super glad that you liked it! i think the writing in those parts are my fave (i was reading a lot of poetry during that writing period), but it requires like you say a different approach to time and showing a relationship rather than these big, messy dialogues that i usually do like in chapter 2 - we just don't have time for it in this story.
of all the couples i am writing (or plan to), these are the 2 i think of as soulmates, so the instant connection allows me to get the love rolling and fast. i think it also moves so quickly because reader represents something that rindou wants outside of just herself and her company, so he's falling hard for the entire package and experience of being in love, which is self-reinforcing.
& reader's name would be Yasuko :)
when i first planned out in the belly of the beast, i imagined a scenario where each woman in the series starts snitching on bonten to the police and what their partner would do, and i decided only 3 would really stand by their woman in that case: 1) koko because he would be halfway around the world with his offshore account money before bonten even knew what happened; 2) mikey because no one could overrule him and he'd not let his girlfriend go that easy; and 3) ran, who would expect to die for the betrayal but not be able to resist showing up for miki and her family if she needed him. everyone else - even rindou for yasuko - would probably have to sit back as what happened happened because they either wouldn't have the power to stop it (takeomi for his wife), wouldn't care (wakasa), or would feel so betrayed they wouldn't be seeing clearly (rindou) ((also in rindou's case, ran would be whispering in his ear because he wouldn't want rindou to go on a suicide mission over this even though ran would do exactly that if the situation was reversed.))
i'm intimidated to write what i have in mind for ran/miki, because i think to do it justice it needs to be one very aggressive one-shot, more of a novella (like 25k words in one chapter), which will take a lot of focus. but i hope to get there because i have an angsty story to tell with them. working title is 'ran's no good horrible bad day' lol
and seriously love squealing over your favorite lines with you! rindou's pov is so romantic it's so different to write!
#sorry for writing you essays all over the place#i have a lot to say 🤣#but this ask is amazing thank you#asks
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"The day hell freezes over."
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pairings: Camilo Madrigal x FEM! Reader
genre: flufff
warning/s: two guys fighting over you ahah - no proofread btw
PART 1 | PART 2 |PART 3
He was in love. Camilo’s smile grew, his gaze growing soft as he followed her form that ascended down the stairs. Y/N's gaze was downcast, expression bashful as she felt slightly uncomfortable with the intense stares set on her. She scanned the crowd for a familiar head of curly hair, immediately finding the warm green eyes she spent hours staring at. Camilo smiled at her and she smiled back, finding solace in their shared gaze. Eventually, she had to look away- taking the hand of her mother who was waiting at the foot of the stairs.
“Today is my daughter’s birthday, I would like to thank everyone for coming...” The older woman’s voice drowned out in Camilo’s head as his attention was solely focused on Y/N. He took a step forward, eager for the speech to end so he could finally approach her.
“I suggest you step back, amigo. Wouldn’t want you to get in the way.” A voice spoke, tone sugar-sweet. Camilo’s eyes met with a familiar annoying shade of brown and he scowled, Santiago De Leon.
He had moved to the village last month, his family possessing magical powers like the Madrigals. Camilo would've welcomed him with open arms if it weren't for the fact that he's been making moves on Y/N. Santiago caught his pissed-off expression and let a smug grin spread across his face. The Spaniard adjusted the bouquet of flowers in his hands, paying no mind to the Madrigal beside him.
“Get in the way of what? You and the exit? I don’t get why you keep trying. She’s my best friend, not yours.” Camilo snarled, crossing his arms as he narrowed his eyes at the bouquet of flowers in Santiago's hands. The boy just snorted and turned to Camilo, staring him down.
“Si. She just sees you as her ‘best friend’. Guess that gives me a better chance.” Camilo choked on his breath, stuttering and stumbling on his words. Santiago eyed him carefully, taking a step closer towards the Afro-Latino boy. He patted Camilo’s back and threw an arm around the boy’s shoulder.
“Sometimes people value friendship more than anything. If you’re not careful, your relationship with her will crash and burn. In a split second, poof. Gone.” Santiago leaned down close to Camilo’s face, waving his hands in the air as he spoke in a hushed tone. The Spaniard faked a sympathetic expression, rubbing Camilo’s arm before pushing the Madrigal away; dropping the act and laughing arrogantly.
“Perhaps the truth holds too much weight.”
“You-” Camilo bit his tongue and grit his teeth. ‘Keep calm- he’s trying to get on your nerves.’ Camilo shut his eyes and took a deep breath to compose himself. He turned back and sent the boy a strained grin, gripping the edges of his ruana tightly. If Santiago thinks he was just going to stand by and let him steal his girl away, he was dead wrong. Camilo grumbled a quiet “Cabrón.” under his breath, sending the boy a side-glare.
“Relax, mi amigo. Just lend me your ear. Let’s stay out of each other’s way and let her decide.” Santiago spoke as he waved a hand in the air dismissively. Camilo stilled, he let his mouth quirk ever so slightly, certainly not a smile, but it was awfully close. He stared at Santiago, a glint of something mischievous and dangerous in his eyes.
“I hate to tell you this but your fantasies just won’t happen. You do however have yourself a deal amigo.” Camilo raised his hand, flicking it upward ever so slightly. Santiago hummed and gripped the shapeshifter’s hand tight, shaking it firmly.
“Looks like you have yourself some competition.” Santiago muttered as he quickly retreated his hand. The Spaniards face twisted into one of disgust as he wiped his hand on his pants. Camilo mirrored his expression, competition? This bastardo arrogante.
“The day you get a chance with her is the day hell freezes over. All I have in my way is a loudmouthed obstacle.” Camilo felt a smug smirk spread on his lips when the sweet voice of his best friend called for his name. She smiled brightly at him and waved her hand to usher him over.
Camilo grinned and walked towards her, his feet stumbling as he rushed to her side. You could practically see the hearts in his eyes as his knees buckled when she laughed brightly at him. Santiago glared at his form, eyes burning holes in the back of the Colombian boy’s head.
"The day hell freezes over huh? Alright." Santiago smirked, drumming his fingers against his thigh. He lifted his hand and snapped his fingers, an orange flame forming in his palm.
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PART TWO!
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Harry's a baby, a talented little kinda selfish but a ride or die narcissistic but I would be too little well mannered baby. I love him and you for doing the he's a handful post lmao I'd love a continuation
oh, kind anon, i’m delighted you should say so. we all deserve a continuation, really.
her majesty the royal handful, in for pt. 2
what are you going to do with that hammer, harry? and get your shoes off that chair ffs
oh okay attack us right should’ve known
*coughs like dog who just ate some grass* “sorry”
such a nice, caring friend
love you too, haz
what’s wrong, baby? did your designer glasses not protect you enough from the sun that’s getting in your face while on a boat in venice?
i'd like to call this next chapter: Menace On Stage
actually murderous???!!
bestie pick up kickboxing or summat let off steam somewhere safe
WHO DARES LOOK AT ME WHILE I TAKE A SIP OF MY BIG ASS BOTTLE ON STAGE IN THE MIDDLE OF AN ENORMOUS ARENA??
yes, teacher. sorry, sir
this post yep
alright. what is it you want. some candy? a lolly? stop pouting, just tell us
probably mocking a fan again
guess he hates the smoke unless it’s with a certain someone
want us to come fan you, your highness?
*is wearing gorgeous blouse* “uh, first things first. i’m not gonna pretend this is comfortable, okay? it, uh, it’s not.”
guess harry lambert took note of the feedback
you better fucking get what makes you beautiful right bitch
if you make a fool of yourself in the audience you can bet he’s fucking seen it
okay so that brits interview
boops jack whitehall’s knee while he’s asking him a question, obviously
*pauses*
*gives jack unblinking stare as their drinks start to freeze over*
run jack, run
j: “we don’t condone use of psychedelics on itv, so we won’t ask you”
he’s not sorry
*stands up to wave to the host’s mother. most enthusiasm he’s shown that entire interaction*
of course he had walked off screen. of course. he’s a dramatic bitch what did you expect
comes back to scream and be the centre of attention
HuH, how did that happen ??
this bit during an old interview. about porn of course, what else
the one where he tickles niall and smiles to the camera after achieving the desired effect like he’s on the office
you know what it feels like to get arrested, do ya, babe?
some more of that day when harry really felt like torturing the body guards
bullying world-renowned director. who hired him for first ever acting gig.
(thank you @lightssup for letting me steal your post)
*ahah genuine af smile nngnn yeah sure piers*
*ew don’t fucking touch me*
*wanker*
(this is one of those moments i remember proudly and fondly ngl)
another fragrance moment here what did the water bottle do to you harry
truly a high point to end this shitstorm on
#think we've all been reminded adequately of his true nature now he's back on tour#but it never hurts to go through the archives#my posts#love you kind anon#didn't think i'd be making a pt 2 of this anytime soon but here we are#i don't like to give my dash a break you see#as i don't like to give myself a break <3#the royal handful#lp
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are you feline what i’m feline? — todoroki shoto
ೃ pairing: cat boy! ┃pro hero! todoroki shoto x fem pro hero! reader
ೃ tags: smut 18+ (the rest of the tags are below the cut!)
ೃ warnings: nsfw
ೃ wc: 3k words
ೃ my nav → my mha writing masterlist → my katsuki bakugo x reader smau
ೃ blessed with a quirk that can temporarily transform any human being into any living thing they want through the means of potions and concoctions, you brew up a cat girl potion to surprise shoto for your second year anniversary. however, some accidents and mishaps happen, and you’re welcomed home by a handsome cat boy instead.
ೃ dedicating this fic to the lovely and amazing @todosweetheart bc her cat boy! shoto art is the reason why this fic exists. thank u for the content u feed us val! 🥰💓
additional tags: use of natural aphrodisiac, cat boy! kink, overstimulation, fingering, kitten/cat play, rough but loving sex)
You had just recently moved in to a new neighborhood with your boyfriend, Todoroki Shoto.
Your blissful domestic life with him was just about to begin and life couldn’t get any better than this. and yet...
sometimes you wish you could do more for him.
The two of you met when you were hired to work at his father’s agency, stealing glances at him by the reception area whenever you came in for work, and coincidentally getting into the same elevator as him. Not knowing that he was woefully smitten with you too. It was only through the probing of your co-workers that you had drunkenly confessed to him at a company party and he had (soberly) confessed to you too.
That was where everything started.
That was how you and the No. #3 Pro-hero got together.
Sometimes, it made you think if you were even worthy of his love.
You were just a hero with a support quirk; with it being used for more science and field-related work as your powers made you manifest and create drinkable liquids that could change the physical appearance of a person (make them invisible, turn them into an animal, or even turn them back into a child or into an elderly person) for a limited time and depending on how strong or weak the solution. This means that through your quirk, you are able to tamper with a person’s DNA through these concoctions without any consequences. It was a powerful quirk, just like magic, yes, but can it be used for offense? Sadly not.
Shoto’s quirk was the exact opposite. Bearing the quirk of fire and ice, he was the definition of perfection. The perfect quirk, the perfect combination of two exact opposite elements, and how adept he is at using both of them. Often praised and hailed by the public for not only being extremely powerful, but also for how painstakingly handsome he is. You were just waiting for some controversial tabloid to talk about the No. 3 Pro Hero and his girlfriend who was way out of his league.
Shoto constantly reassures you not to worry about them, never failing to calm you down with his gentle I love you’s and forehead kisses whenever he sees you tensed up and nervous, and never failing to tell you that you are the light of his life and his strength to continue fighting. and yet, it still worries you sometimes.
Today marks your 2 year anniversary.
The two of you decide to go out on a simple date tonight at one of the best-reviewed restaurants in the neighborhood as the two of you were busy with throwing out the moving boxes and unwrapping your furniture, combined with the hero work that the two of you do during the day. Completely ruling out the possibility of being able to plan an elaborate anniversary date.
But, it was alright. As cheesy as Shoto makes it sound, no day can ever become the worst, as long as he’s spending it with you.
“Ah~ Those crepes were super yummy! Plus, the cafe was really cute!” You beam with a satisfying yawn, the two of you walking side by side, hand holding the other, and his arm wrapped around your shoulder for that extra warmth against the cold summer night.
“Yea. There was a classy vibe to it. That was my first time trying a galette, and I must say that was tasty.” He remarks, turning to you. Your radiant and lively energy was infectious and he can’t help but smile. “Leave it to Mina and Sato to know all the best restaurants, I suppose.”
You nod contentedly and the two of you continue to walk back home in silence. Shoto looks around, taking in the sight and wondering if he could point out any small details about your surroundings that could make you laugh or smile. He notices a small shadow perk up from beneath a bush and he casually points at it. “Hmm? (Y/N), look over there.”
You follow Shoto’s gaze and also notice the small shadowy figure. “Oh?”
The quiet sound of a purr could be heard from the bush. The two of you wait a little bit for the creature to reveal itself. A black cat pounces out of the plant, it’s beautiful green eyes staring back at you. “Meoooow.”
The cat walks up to you and you crouch down, putting your hand out, and wait patiently. Sure enough, the cat nuzzles against it.
“Ahhh she’s so cute.” You observe the cat a bit more and notice it’s femme feline features. Shoto crouches down next to you and pats it’s head. Clearly the kitty seems to enjoy all this attention as she’s purring up a storm. “She is.”
You glance at Shoto and notice how his eyes glimmered a different blue-grey light as he continued to play with the kitten. Pure bliss present in his face. His handsome and soft features make you blush, with the heat rising up to your cheeks, you quickly turn away before Shoto could notice you.
Bingo.
What if you turned into a Cat Girl and made Shoto… ya know…
It was a simple formula after all. You could whip up a concoction, sprinkle in a little bit of natural aphrodisiac and that’s it! The recipe to the sexiest and kinkiest night of your life! Maybe you could show your love to Shoto in a different way than most girlfriends do to their boyfriends no?
“AHAH!” You suddenly jump up from the ground, your boyfriend perks up a little bit in surprise too. You then bring out your phone and begin scrolling through your notes. “Sho-kun! Come on! Let’s get home!” You grab his hand and drag him away. He adjusts his running to your pace, smiling at your sudden burst of eagerness and excitement. “Alright alright, love. Be careful so we don’t trip.”
That night, you told Shoto to not wait for you as you had to brew up some potions for tomorrow as specially requested by a hero from your agency. Although reluctant at first to leave you, he intently watched you work your magic at the little science lab in your house. The smell of the strong chemicals waft around the living room, prompting him to retreat back to your bedroom, but not without a quick kiss (that was about to turn into a make out session) before bed.
“Happy anniversary, Love.” Shoto holds you by the waist, resting his head on your shoulder. The two of you swaying slightly to the non-existent rhythm and this makes you almost want to go to bed with him. “Shall we continue this tomorrow?” He peppers kisses down your neck, you giggle in response.
“We shall.” You turn to him and deliver a kiss to his lips. You pull away before you could even begin to think of yearning for more. “I’m sorry if we had to cut our anniversary short. It’s your day off tomorrow right? I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
He nods first before giving you one last kiss, this time on the forehead. “Goodnight (Y/N). I love you.”
“I love you too.” He pulls away. you watch him leave your lab first and make sure he’s out of sight before you get back to work.
After a few more hours of solving the formula and crafting the recipe for a potion that doesn’t necessarily turn you into a cat, but rather, give you only cat ears and a cat tail, yu bring out a thermos bottle from the cupboard and pour in the liquid solvent along with the natural aphrodisiac. You stir it a little bit before using your quirk to add the finishing touch and to make it a viable and an actually working potion.
“Can’t wait to drink this tomorrow.” You snicker to yourself, as you pour all of the liquid onto the thermos, storing it in the fridge and then proceed to go to your bedroom and finally hit the sack.
“AHH I’M LATE!” You rush out of the bedroom, messy bedhead hair, your hero suit not even fully zipped up, mismatched socks, and your bag tossing and turning, most of the contents falling out, your thermos being one of them. “I’M LATE FOR WORK! BYE! I LOVE YOU!” You greet Shoto who was eating his breakfast in the kitchen, planting him a farewell kiss on the cheek as you dash your way out of the house.
“I l-love you too.” He bids goodbye with a wave, but you weren’t even there to hear it anymore. Shoto’s eyes cast downward, a bit disappointed that he wasn’t even able to greet you properly this morning and how your anniversary date felt so short even though you promised each other you would spend more time together later today.
He then notices your water bottle on the ground. A sticky note that was labeled “Drink me!” was attached to it and of course as every other person would react once they see a note like that,
Shoto thought that was for him.
“SHO! I’M BACK!” You call out to him, closing the door behind you. “Sho~?” You sing-song, peering through the kitchen and the living room but your boyfriend was nowhere to be seen. “Where are youuu?” You continue to traverse through your house, looking for him. You grind to a halt when you notice your thermos bottle on top of the dining table… All empty.
Oh no.
Oh no no no no.
“Shoto!” You call out, your voice cracking with nervousness. You rush to your bedroom, hoping and praying that he was there. Only… for the lights to be out.
“Sho?” Your hand reaches out for the light switch. But, you hesitate. What if a demon had kidnapped your boyfriend and you had to save him!? What can your quirk even do to save him!?
“(Y/N)...” He finally responds. Although his tone was soft and still a bit suspicious, you breathe a sigh of a relief and finally turn on the lights.
The lights illuminate the room to reveal your boyfriend in his usual turtleneck fit that you always ogle at. You look up and down, noticing that this is still the same man you know and love and nothing bad actually happened until…
You look up and behind him.
He’s still the same man you know and love.
Just this time however. he’s a cat boy.
“I drank the potion that you made.” He says ever so casually, nothing ever fazes him as usual. “It had a “drink me!” sticky note attached to it and I thought it was for me.” He continues to speak plainly. You thought you could get out of this situation scotch-free and you didn’t have to explain to your loving boyfriend what had happened to him. That was until he crossed his arms, his feet tapping the ground, and his cat tail waving behind him. “Please explain to me why I am now a cat boy.”
“Well…” You began twiddling with your fingers, trying your very best not to make eye contact with him or else you would end up squealing in delight because of how adorable he looked. “You see, I made this potion to turn me into a cat girl so that I can… ya know… please you and stuff. I saw how affectionate you were with the cat we saw last night so.. I guess you can consider this as my late anniversary gift to you?” You laugh sheepishly, still trying your best not to look at him as his gaze intensifies.
Shoto’s black and white cat ears twitch as he tries to stifle a laugh. “Fine. I forgive you. This will wear off eventually right?” You nod in response and Shoto’s shoulders slump down in relief. He was about to approach you and envelop you in a hug, until his legs wobbled midway and he practically fell down onto the floor.
You rush to him and help him stand up, propping himself on the bed. “Sho… are you alright love?”
He starts breathing heavily, cat ears twitching once again, fingers trembling, lips quivering, and his face as red as a tomato. “(Y/N)... what was even in that potion you made?”
You suddenly remember the aphrodisiac you added to the recipe.
Oh no no no no (2)
Shoto suddenly turns away from you before you could notice the bulge rising in his pants. He covers his face in embarrassment, refusing to look at you.
“I also added some aphrodisiac and some catnip into the potion ahahaha…” You scratch the back of your neck. Shoto turns to you again, his eyes glowing like that of a cat and giving off a smoldering feeling. He shifts your position, gently yet somehow arduously pinning you down on the bed. He steps closer, hands moving up your sides, going around your back, pulling you flush against him. Shoto nips at your earlobe, sending sparks through you.
You bite back a moan as he kisses your neck, his tongue hot, the gentle scrape of his teeth (slightly sharped like that of fangs) leaving you shivering.
The two of you stop for a bit. He breaks the kiss to rest his forehead against yours. Tension coils around him, barely contained energy. As if Shoto is preventing himself from showing you his animalistic and feline hunger wanting to ravage you.
“C-can I-”
Before Shoto could even utter another word, you grab his face and pull him back into a desperate kiss, capturing his gasp and the throaty moan that follows. You capture his mouth with yours, and he responds eagerly, his kiss fervent, all his restraint crumbling at your touch.
He kisses your chin, and you tip your head back as he trails his lips down your neck, murmuring praise.
He lays you down, hiking your shirt up, tossing it to the floor, then deftly unhooking your bra, and exposing your breasts. You giggle and reach for his pants, unzipping the fly and getting a little thrill when you see the huge bulge in his boxers.
You push up his turtleneck sweater to admire his abs and Shoto smiles back at you seductively.
“Like what you see?” He says teasingly, a little quip that he barely does when the two of you make love, his husky voice makes your stomach swoop.
“I can only tell you if you purr first.” You tease back, running your fingers over his cat ears. Shoto feels the tickling sensation build up inside of him, slowly about to give in to his raw animal instincts. While you continue to run your fingers through his cat features, he begins to suck and nibble on your breasts. You feel yourself get lost in his gentle caress, barely even notice him pulling off your panties and sliding them off between your legs. Shoto’s fingers slowly slide into your womanhood, as if testing out the waters. He works them in and out for a bit, then pulls them out, brings them to his mouth, and licks them.
Like a kitten licking its milk.
“Sho…”
You feel the last of Shoto’s restraint break as his cat ears twitch again, you can practically feel the energy crackling around him, and the hunger in his eyes more evident than a while ago. Shoto then braces his arms beside your head, as he slots his hips between your thighs. You rise up to meet him, a low moan spilling from your lips.
“(Y/N)... I’m going to put it in now…”
You bite your lip and nod in confirmation.
Shoto gently sets a slow pace, your head spins at the sensation and the arousal coursing through you, your hips rolling to meet the movements of his cock. As he enters, the thrilling sensation courses through you again and your mind feels like it just melted.
You gently rub his cat ears again, and his cock twitches inside of you, the enthralling reaction resulting in a shudder of pleasure shooting through your body, unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. And that pleasure transmits to Shoto loud and clear from your pussy.
Meanwhile, his breathing was ragged, more wild and animalistic than normal. Which is to be expected due to the potion but… this hot and intense feeling radiating off of him was different.
And you love it.
“I-I feel like I’m losing control…”
As Shoto speaks, he slams his cock into you, making your legs shake and you moaning louder than you should. Everything seems more intense, from his thrusting to the look on his eye.
At this point, it’s getting harder and harder to form a coherent sentence.
“Is it alright if I go faster?” Shoto says softly, you hold his hand in reassurance, unable to respond properly as every intense emotion running inside of you makes you let out hitched and breathy moans instead.
Shoto pulls out halfway, then slams back inside of you, making a loud sticky sound.
The two of you were acting like animals in heat.
“A-ah! Shoto!” You mewl out, each of Shoto’s thrust hitting an undiscovered part of your insides. Spurred on by your voice, his pace further increases, until you’re both moving frantically. You gasp at his intensity, at the weight and heat of his body pinning you down.
“(Y/N)! I’m going to-”
You wrap your legs around his waist, urging him on, and his fluffy tail briefly brushes against you. Shoto’s body tenses up as he prepares to unload inside of you.
Shoto’s body spasms- including his tail. Waves of pleasure flood over you as his semen shoots full-force into your depths.
The two of you gaze into each other’s eyes for a minute before he slowly lays himself next to you, his feline features slowly disappearing as you try to catch your breath.
“L-look they disappeared with one whoosh.” You say in between pants and giggles, Shoto covering the two of you with your bed duvet, chuckling along with you/
“Next time, please label things properly and tell me if you added any sort of ingredient that could increasingly highten my sex drive.” He says with an exasperated sigh, yet satisfaction plastered all over his face as he looks at you lovingly. “I love you (Y/N). Happy anniversary… nya~” He whispers the last few words, shooting you a wink.
Your eyes widen, your mouth forming into an O like that one Chris Pratt meme. “Y-you just said…”
“Let’s h-have a nap and just have some late dinner instead.” He shushes you by planting a kiss on your forehead.
You were about to protest, but as soon as Shoto shut his eyes, you didn’t bother doing so anymore.
You plant a kiss on his knuckles, snuggling closer to him. “I love you too Sho. Happy anniversary.”
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If requests are open would you be ok with writing Deok-us with an American s/o that moved to Korea?
A stranger with Deok-Su
I tried to do something but I don't know America or Korea ahah
you were fed up with your country, you wanted a change so you left, gone far
in a country where everything is different, the people, the cultures, the food, the way of life, you wanted to make a new start
you leave a message to your family and you pack your bags, with a tear in your eye you take the plane and memories for your life before, but you tell yourself that the times you will spend in Korea will be better
you just remembered you don't even speak korean and you are panicking
the plane lands and you are in a completely different world, you don't even know where to spend the night, anyway you don't even know how to book in a hotel
in a small alley you come across a not too bad hotel, you are lucky there are a few words in english
you spend your evening outside, thinking if it wasn't a bad idea in the end, lost in your thoughts you push someone around
"look where you are walking, stupid", do you hear, "sorry sir, i don't speak korean" you explain yourself several times, not even knowing if he understood you all you notice is his snake tattoo on the face
"are you a stranger?" he asks you in english, you didn't expect us to speak english frequently here, you explain your background to him and it makes you good to talk to someone since your arrival
thinking he would rip you off or have fun with you he played the nice boy and took you to a darker corner where there are several members of his gang
but when a member started hitting you he didn't have the heart to let him do it, "it's good stop stop, bunch of idiots" and he put himself between you two, he picked you up, he got caught affection for you, more than he thought
you trusted him, it's been a long time since nobody did it
you thanked him even if everything seemed so vague to you, he explains to you that he comes from a rather powerful gang and he confesses to you that he thought he could abuse the kindness of a foreigner by stealing his money or his business
once he revealed all this to you, you were so annoyed that you turned on him, angry, crying, "if you look for me you know where to find me" you heard in the distance
the days go by but his face does not want to come out of your head, he had something attractive despite everything, as if his violence was captivating
determined to settle your accounts, you returned to the place where you had seen it the first time, anyway you were lost in this country, the hotel was getting too expensive and you didn't understand the language
your eyes were staring up at the sky as if you were asking for help, and you felt a hand rest on your shoulder, "so you came back?" and you saw the face that had been trotting in your head for days
"tell me your name" you asked him, "Deok-Su" you had a hard time pronouncing it but you tried to do your best, "help me Deok-Su" you begged him
it was weird that a gang member wanted to guide a stranger in an unfamiliar land, but you felt surprisingly good with him by your side, he has a reassuring side
he'll show you his favorite places, his favorite restaurants, and one day he takes you to a little place in town, the city lights barely lighting his face, you could hear the sound of the water softly, "break you assholes you spoil the romanticism of the place "he cried after a couple sitting on a bench
the tree next to the bench would bring a little freshness in the sweetness of the night, you sit side by side on this bench and he put his big hand on your thigh, you were shaking but you liked it
he put his other hand on your cheek and kissed you, in that sweet evening you continued the evening at his place, fucking like animals, and when you woke up the next day you seemed to have lived a fairy tale
you turn your head and you see he's still asleep, the rays of the sun hit her face and her beautiful black hair
that's when you realize that this man was the starting point of your new story
since that night you don't want to go home, you just want to spend your days with him, it's like everything always brings you back to him
"come live with me, you won't have to sleep in the hotel", and you move in with him, his apartment was big enough for two
determined to stay here, you ask him to teach you korean, he laughed asking if he had the face of a teacher but he understands that you were serious
he didn't really know where to start but he turns out to be a pretty competent teacher, at least you know the basics
he sometimes speaks to you in korean to see if you are progressing well
"you want to find a real job or you want to join my gang" he says to you, winking at you, when you answer him that it is not by playing gangster that you were going to pay the bills, he breath
anyway he would never leave you with assholes like the guys in his gang
once you knew the surroundings, that you knew the language, it was he who became interested in your country
you describe to him with melancholy the times you spent there and what you were doing, you were a little nostalgic but you were happy here
"why is everything you buy in a jerrycan?" he asks you when you show him pictures from your old life, you scream with laughter, everything seemed so different to him too
the shock of your two cultures strengthens you
you promise to take him to America and introduce him to your family
to your delight you discover new sexual things
you often speak in the other's language
you completely redo your wardrobe, you find that the people here have an incredible style
he teaches you here the polite formulas to avoid bad encounters, but anyway nobody is looking for problems with him
it's quite pleasant to discover the country with a gangster, nobody comes to bother you
you especially discover korea in the evening, because Deok-Su loves going out at night, at full speed on the roads
you discover the cuisine from here, the meals are delicious and you have so much trouble using chopsticks, he tells you "you can always use it to hit people if you want, especially your eyes"
learning a new profession is so difficult in a language that you do not master too much, but you hang on
you get tattoos with Deok-Su in memory of your trip, "but you live here" he whispers to you, but it was only a pretext for him to make a tattoo with him
he invites you to the cinema but you don't understand a word so much the actors speak so quickly, he tries to traduce you at the same time and all the people around you hissed with annoyance
"you know you told me about new life, what would you say do it with me?" he offers you, which you obviously accept
#jang deok su x reader#deok su#deok su x reader#jang deok su#squid game#squid game imagines#squid game x reader#player 101#deok-su
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His Party, After All.
Commission for a very wonderful friend of mine. This one’s for you, Em!
BDSM with Rain.
cw: pretty rough one, i got in the zone.
contains collar, leash, choking, derogatory dirty talk, pet ownership, and hints at mind control.
Adults only below.
“Rain! We’re going to be late if you play with yourself any longer!” you call, your fist firmly planted on your hip as your toe taps away on the hard floor of his dorm room. The steam from the shower has finally cleared and you can see the vague outline of your Ghoul, nude from the waist up with a towel concealing the pale grey skin beneath. He was still tired from the tour, something that showed in the sluggishness of his movements after a hot shower or upon waking up. But now, as you stand waiting by the door, your annoyance peaking by the moment, you can see the genuine happiness in his face as he smiles at you, tousling his hair with the once-white towel in his slim hands. Even the black holes of his un-masked eyes seem to glimmer with a sort of light that you haven’t seen in a while.
“Babe, chill. We won’t be late. I just gotta find my mask. I think you knocked it off of the night stand last night.” You roll your eyes good naturedly as he walks around the large bed that dominates most of his room, pressing a loud and wet kiss to your forehead as he passes. His slightly damp hair falls forward and catches briefly on your eyelashes before he steps away, leaving you smiling and wiping your face gently with the side of your hand, trying not to wipe off any of your makeup. “Ahah! Right where I thought it was.”
“Well if you just stopped taking the damned thing off-” you start, only to be quickly interrupted by Rain, a stern tone creeping into his voice— his “dom” tone, you’ve taken to calling it, ever since that aspect of your relationship solidified. It’s something the two of you slipped into with ease, a silent understanding that this is what makes the two of you the most comfortable together. Natural.
“You’re right with the adjective at least, but what did I say about getting testy with me on whether or not I wear my mask?” Rain turns back towards you, his metal mask finally snapping back into place and covering the void that sparkles where his eyes should be— instead, they’ve reverted to the soothing cool blue glow that you’re used to, and you can feel your heart squeeze in your chest.
“I know we’ve talked about it… I just worry,” you explain, stepping forward and cupping the cold metal on his cheeks in the palms of your hands— an odd sensation for something that you consider so comforting now. Rain smiles softly down at you and slips an arm around your waist, tucking you tightly against him before pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.
“Come on, you’re the one who doesn’t want to be late.” You sigh and step back from him, waiting for him to move to the door before you follow obediently— Rain sets the rules, you just follow them. He smiles at you in approval, sweeping the door open and holding his arm towards you, bowing you through the threshold. “Such a gentleman.”
“Ah, it’s gentle Ghoul, thank you,” he corrects, but his tone is light as he laughs at his own joke. Rain falls into step with you quickly as you make your way down the hall, making last minute adjustments to the dress you’ve decided to wear. It’s a strappy thing, and not something that you’re usually comfortable in, but you love the way that Rain’s eyes follow the strings that tie haphazardly up your waist. The heels you’ve chosen are a gorgeous accompaniment, gifted by Papa himself as a birthday present— dark blue and towering, it’s a perfect compliment to Rain’s height and the blue of his eyes… Something you’re sure that the new Papa considered.
“It’s in the Grand Hall, right? Do you hear anything?” you ask, perking your ears up for the sounds of a party that you’re sure has already started. Rain hums to himself in confusion before nodding. As usual, you can help but smile at his cocky display of how much more powerful Ghouls are than “regular humans”-- it’s something he shows often, usually in more scintillating ways.
“I can hear it. You can’t. But yes, they’ve started.” You nod and roll your eyes, tardiness now confirmed. It’s one of your most hated things, and Rain knows this, of course. A subtle punishment he’s decided to enforce for your confidence in bed last night. Swallowing hard, you pull open the door to the Great Hall and brace yourself for the cacophony of voices that follow.
“Finally!”
“There they are!”
“The Ghoul of the hour! And his bride!”
“Alright, alright, that’s enough, you know how long it takes our girls to get dressed sometimes,” Rain manages to get out through a laugh. His hand falls away from your side as he moves forward to embrace Swiss and Aether, already bringing him a drink and a small plate of food. “You guys didn’t need to go through all of this for me.”
“Hey, you’re the youngest. You get all the love still. Enjoy it,” Swiss quips, tossing you a wink as soon as Rain turns away from him. The joke of ages among the Ghouls is brought up often, and usually comes up around their human partners— a casual “one century, huh?” is their favourite way to remind everyone just how long they’ve been around.
As the boys talk and joke with each other you let your eyes scan the room, eyeing the various decorations that have been thrown up around the Grand Hall for the occasion. Streamers in blue and silver line the walls as well as a large banner that says “Happy Spawnday!” that looks like it was scribbled rather quickly. A burn mark in the corner lets you know just who penned the message, a detail that you can’t help but laugh at. There’s a table along one side with snacks and drinks for Ghouls, and another separate table for human drinks and food. Someone by the human table catches your eye and waves you over.
“Babe, I’m going to grab a drink, okay? I’ll be right back.” Rain looks over to you, his eyes flicking quickly to the group of girls who have waved you over— the other Ghoul’s partners; a shared clique of the only people who will understand what it’s like. He nods with a smile and it seems genuine enough, so you squeeze his hand in affection and move over to them, careful not to trip over the balloons bopping along the floor from people kicking them as they walk.
“You two were fashionably late, as usual,” one of the girls comments, eyeing you suspiciously over her glass of wine.
“Oh, yeah, Rain couldn’t find his mask again.” You fight to control your blushing cheeks, knowing that it’s the truth but not quite willing to divulge why he couldn’t find it. The other girl seems to know anyway, raising an eyebrow and smirking as she finishes her drink. She stands to get another and hands you one as well without asking before sinking back into her chair. “Thanks.”
“No problem, I figured you could use it, especially if you had to deal with one of them maskless.” She raises her glass to you and you do the same, taking a sip of the rich wine and sitting down in the chair across from her. You cross your leg over the other and notice how the dress falls to show your calves, accentuated by the sharp point of the heel.
“Did he buy you that dress?” You turn to answer her, not able to miss the way her eyes are roaming along your exposed side and leg. Eyeing others in the Abbey was an accepted practice, enforced by the previous Papa— something along the lines of “we are all His children, so we should all look, si?”.
“No, actually! I got it for myself for that Yule party that Papa had to reschedule. I figured it would be decent for this party, at least. Rain seems to like it.” When you look back to your partner he does, indeed, seem to be stealing looks at you across the Hall, eyes flashing in warning when you move enough to show him the hem of your panties through the side slit.
“So does someone else,” she remarks, tilting her glass surreptitiously towards the other side of the room. Dew is leaning against a wall, an empty glass dangling in his claws as he watches you lasciviously. His other hand is curled by his side, gripping his thigh tightly. You look back to Rain, hoping he hasn’t noticed— but of course he has. He looks to you and shrugs, seemingly laughing it off as he finishes his conversation with the other two Ghouls in his band.
“That could have been awful,” you say, laughing in relief as you toss back the rest of your wine. The other girls around you chitter with laughter before the conversation turns back to the finished tour- presumably what they were discussing when you came over to join them. You tune them out as you pick at the plate of food in front of you half-heartedly, your eyes moving back to Dew every so often. He’s managed to move slowly across the Hall towards you, appearing as nonchalant as possible.
“Babe, you okay over here?” You startle slightly and look up, finally noticing Rain standing just to the side of you. He’s chewing happily on something, still flanked by Aether and Swiss. When you nod and grin at him he seems satisfied enough, dropping a light hand onto the crown of your head. ”Aeth and Swiss want to go for a quick hunt. I’ll be back. Don’t get into trouble, okay?”
“Yes, dear,” you respond, only semi-sarcastically. You know the warning to stay out of trouble is probably a legitimate one, but you ignore it anyway. What kind of trouble could you even get into at a party thrown by the Clergy, after all? It’s not like you can get yourself hurt, or manage to get yourself lost sitting in a chair against a wall. Once Rain and his fellow bandmates move away you turn your attention back to the girl who handed you the wine. “Which one is yours?”
“Ah, we’re playing soccer moms at a tournament, I see.” She laughs and tosses her hair over her shoulder, leaning forward conspiratorially— you mimic her. “I’m with Mountain.” One of her eyebrows lifts meaningfully as she flicks her eyes towards the side of the room. When you follow her gaze you see Mountain leaning against the wall with his ankles crossed comfortably as he nurses his own drink. Your eyebrows lift in surprise as you lift your own drink to her and take another sip from your glass.
“That can't be a fun ride. At least not all the time.” She surprises you with a high-pitched giggle, nodding as she finishes off her drink and reaches for a bread roll from the center of the table.
“It's certainly not the easiest, but I would say we manage.”
“Manage what?” The two of you look up in surprise to see Dew standing over you, his arms folded in front of his chest as his eyes move between you. The look in his eye is hungry, and it's clear that he's considering the two of you as a meal almost as much as a potential dance partner. Mountain’s partner drops her eyes and mutters something into her class; she manages to get up and excuse herself lithely, practically scurrying back towards Mountain and leaving you alone with the Fire Ghoul.
“Just girl talk, Dew. How have you been?” Your voice is stable but your heart pounds under your dress, and you’re sure that he can smell your nervousness. As a reflex you flash a grin at him, attempting to show your teeth enough to where he backs off— little tricks that you’ve learned from dating Rain… a Ghoul of a temperamental nature, himself.
“I’ve been just great, girlie. Where’s the Ghoul we’re meant to be celebrating?” Dew leans farther over you, moving his hands to his hips as he smiles. “It’s his birthday, after all. Surely he didn’t leave his beautiful girl here, all alone?”
“Ah-hah, he sure did,” you manage to laugh weakly, jumping slightly in surprise when Dew quickly stands upright and offers his hand to you.
“Dance with me, while he’s gone. It’s been ages since I’ve had someone dance with me at one of these things. It’s fun.” Dew smiles at you, all lips this time, and it’s oddly comforting. The tug in your stomach deepens and you find yourself standing and accepting his hand lightly, suppressing an alcohol provoked giggle when the two of you stumble on to the floor.
The band is playing one of the instrumentals that the previous Papa’s had composed— easy enough to dance to, but it still leaves some room for conversation between you. Dew’s hand grips yours lightly as he moves you with ease, gliding around the dance space in time to the music. When he dips you low, you scan the edges of the room for Rain. You know you aren’t doing anything wrong, but there’s a feeling in your gut that he wouldn’t exactly be pleased to see a Ghoul of the opposite element dancing with his partner— especially not at his party.
“You and Rain seem comfortable together. Everything going well?” Dew asks, his tone nonchalant. You nod and open your mouth to speak just as he twirls you away from him in tempo to the song. When he twirls you back you laugh breathlessly, your head spinning from the alcohol on an empty stomach and the sensation of floating as he moves you about with ease.
“Yes! We’re perfect. I missed him while he was on tour. It’s wonderful having you all back in the building again after so long. The halls felt empty,” you manage to get out before the song ends. Dew nods understandingly, holding your hips with both hands in a loose grasp as he waits for another song to begin.
“It’s hard being away from our partners. Rain manages the best out of all of us. The rest… Well, we like fresh meat from time to time.” Dew flashes his teeth at you and laughs, watching your face for a brief reaction of fear before you join him in laughing. A new song starts at a faster tempo and it only takes a brief second for him to launch into another fast paced dance, making your head swirl even more than it was previously. Only when he spins you away at arms length, allowing you to pause for a moment, do you see Rain leering from the sidelines.
“Fuck,” you hiss out as Dew pulls you back in. He seems to have noticed as well, as he suddenly leans in and kisses you on the lips. Hard. You gasp and break away from him just as the song ends and turn to where you had just seen Rain, but the wall is empty.
Your stomach drops.
Later on that evening, after the gifts have been opened and the rest of the wine drank, Rain seeks you out. You try to keep your distance during the rest of the party, but of course he’s able to hunt you down— he’s always been able to. His hand lands firmly on the back of your arm and tightens just enough to make sure you know that he’s there. His grip doesn’t waver as he sees the rest of the partygoers out the door, claws digging just slightly into the too-soft skin there. The Hall is finally empty, and Rain starts to steer you towards the door.
“Did he think that was funny? Dancing with my human at my own party when I stepped out to hunt? Did you think it was funny too?” You manage an answer in the negative before he barks out a laugh, his other hand curled tightly by his side as he practically marches the two of you back to his room in the Ghoul dens.
“He asked me to dance and I just said yes, I don’t know what you’re expecting of me when you leave me alone in a hall full of your friends. You could have stayed, you know. Or come back sooner than you did.” Your tone is harsher than you mean it to be, and you can’t suppress the yelp that falls out of your mouth when Rain slams the door shut behind you and locks it.
“I came back precisely when I meant to come back, and you know it’s not your place to question that. Are you going to behave or do I need to teach you to do so?” You frown, catching yourself from his quick shove across your shoulders and crossing your arms, fixing him with a frown. Sometimes being a bit of a brat got you exactly what you wanted for the evening— more attention.
“You came back hours after you said you would! I got through an entire glass of wine and half of another full bottle by the time you came back from that hunt. Did you expect me not to have fun while I was at /your/ party?” His face, previously smiling with a type of controlled fury you rarely see, falls slack.
“Kneel.” Rain snaps and points at the floor in front of him and you briefly consider disobeying, but the moment his hands move to the back of his head, unbuckling the straps of his mask, the idea falls from your mind. The black voids of his eyes entrance you, as they always do, and you fall to your knees in front of him, only barely having time to kick off your new heels behind you.
“Rain, all I did was dance with Dew. I didn’t kiss him back.” It’s a weak protest but it’s one that you try before he shrugs, allowing his mask to fall to the floor from slack fingers.
“He marked my territory. I’m marking it back. You’re my pet, not his— you know that as well as I do. You’re my little brat, aren’t you? Apparently you need taming again.” His hand goes to the buckle of his belt and you shuffle forward on your knees before you can comprehend what you're doing, your mouth already salivating at the thought of his cock slipping past your waiting lips.
“Apparently I do,” you acquiesce, settling in on your haunches as he finally draws his cock free of his tightening suit pants. There’s already a droplet of pre-cum beading at the tip and you lick your lips out of habit, moistening them as you open wide to accept him. As soon as your mouth closes around the head of his cock his hand comes to the back of your head, gripping you gently and pulling you forward along his length.
He doesn’t stop half-way, as you expect; instead he keeps going until the head of his cock bumps the back of your throat and you gag lightly. Your nose brushes against the well groomed thatch of pubic hair and you manage to turn your eyes up towards him. Rain smiles down at you, watching as your eyes water as he keeps his cock firmly in your throat. You swallow around him reflexively, feeling your carefully applied makeup slip down your cheeks with your tears. When you swallow a second time he finally groans, his head tilting back slightly as his eyes close, shuttering the pulsing black voids that linger there.
“Baby girl you feel so fucking good when you do that. Show me who owns you, huh?” he chides you, his fingers twining in your hair and gripping tighter as he pulls back from you. You hum an affirmative as best as you can, keeping your eyes pointed up towards his face— it’s something that loves and often asks for you to do for him. When he opens his eyes again and sees your face, his mouth splits in a wide grin. “I love a bitch who does what she’s told, even when she was told weeks ago. Practice is finally settling in, isn’t it?”
You nod slightly, starting to bob your head along the length of his cock as his hand loosens its grip in your hair to give you the room to move. It isn’t long before you dedicate yourself completely to the task of pleasuring him, humming along his length and pressing your tongue to the spot that he loves the most. Rain grunts when you rub your teeth along his head, his hips jerking forward and shoving his cock into your throat once more.
“Fuck… Get up, already. I’m ready for something more. And take off that dress— people have seen enough of you tonight already. I don’t need to be reminded of what Dew fucking saw.” Rain grips you by your bicep and hauls you off of the floor before pulling you close, swiping his thumb along the edge of your mouth and wiping away the spittle and precum. He looks at his thumb and grimaces, smearing it off on your dress before turning away and moving towards the bed.
“In the hamper?” you ask, hastening to move your numbed fingers through the ties on the side of the dress and down to the zipper in the back. Rain just nods as you shuck the dress completely, taking your bra with it and tossing it into the hamper in the corner of the den. You move towards the bed to join him, leaving your panties in place— he hasn’t told you to remove them, so he must want them to stay, right?
“C’mon, do it how I taught you.” Rain stands to the side of the bed, fully nude now and waiting for you, stroking his cock idly as he looks at your body. You move with a practiced grace as you hop onto the bed and lay your chest down onto the plush bedding, raising your ass into the air for him. “And?”
“Please?” you supply, shaking your ass just slightly, knowing that his eyes are hopelessly trapped at the swaying and hypnotic movements of your hips. As you expected his hand cracks down on your ass hard and you jolt on the bed, your moan of pain and surprise morphing into pleasure. Rain chuckles behind you, his hands already coming to the sides of your panties as he pulls them down and off.
“Such a good little pet for me, aren’t you? Who trained you this good? Was it me?” His hand rubs your ass, soothing small circles into the side he spanked. You just coo an answer and nod into the blankets, making sure that he can see how tightly you’re holding onto them in your fists. “Tell me who owns you, baby. Who owns this fuckin’ ass?”
“You do, Rain. You’ve owned me since you met me, haven’t you?” You bite your lip for a moment, thinking, before you finally go for broke— in for a penny, right? “Show me who owns me… I think I’m starting to forget. What if I try to go to Dew’s bed?” You can hear the sharp intake of breath behind you right before both of his hands come down onto your ass, hard.
“You think that fuckin’ Fire Ghoul is gonna be able to take you away from me? You want him to try, or do you just want me to convince you who you belong to?” The question is rhetorical and you know it, so you satisfy your need to answer by shaking your hips again. Your ears perk up when you hear the drawer to the nightstand open and shut, and the jangling of your collar and leash from his fist. “Sit up, c’mon. Let me fuckin’ remind you.”
You raise yourself up onto your knees and hold your hair up for Rain, allowing him to strap the collar onto your neck and buckle it. His hand comes to the middle of your back as he shoves you down hard, pressing your face into the bed with a full palm. His other hand tightens the leash, jerking it taut as he moves to press himself fully against you. His cock throbs against your ass, a hot and heavy length that you’re already craving to have inside of you. Your cunt squeezes in lust as you breathe out shakily— it’s been ages since he was this forceful with you.
“Say it.”
“Breed me.”
That’s all he needs to hear— his hand lets go of your head as the other fist tightens the leash further, pulling you up slightly until your face is unburied. His free hand goes to his cock and you can hear him stroke himself lightly before he brings the head to your entrance. You take a deep breath in, moaning loudly as he slowly thrusts himself inside of you, sliding in until he reaches the hilt and folds himself back over you again. Rain’s breath sounds in your ear, hot and gravelly as he speaks again.
“Is this what you wanted when you kissed Dew?” With that, he pushes himself off of you once more only to slam his cock back into you with a brutal enough thrust to punch the air out of your lungs. Rain sets a fast and hard pace, his hips slapping against the slowly bruising part of your ass that he paid attention to earlier. It isn’t long before his teeth clamp onto your shoulder and you hiss, biting down on the blankets in front of you in an attempt to cover your increasingly loud moans and gasps of pleasure.
Rain jerks the leash when you move away slightly, one of your legs falling from its position on your knee. He only follows, pressing you down harder into the bed and continuing his quickening pace. He hasn’t taken you like this in what feels like years, the collar tight around your throat and his cock hitting places that you forgot existed. It takes you by surprise when you shudder through your first orgasm, keening and moving farther up the bed, the relentless assault of his cock only tipping you into a second climax. When the stars clear from your vision, you can hear Rain talking as he thrusts with short, fast movements.
“Just like that baby, cry my name, tell me who owns you, huh? Who’s my fuckin’ brat?” his breath in your ear is coming harder and faster now and you can hear him grunting with every other movement. Finally he stills, his cock pulsing inside of you as he cums, teeth clamping on your shoulder hard enough to draw small pin pricks of blood. The two of you lay there for a moment, his cock still throbbing inside of you before you speak.
“Are you convinced?” you say, your breath still coming fast and hard. Your legs are trapped under Rain’s heavy body, and his forearm is still holding you down by your shoulders, so most of your words come out muffled into the blankets.
“Of what?” he replies, and you feel his forehead thunk down onto the back of your neck as he lets go of the leash.
“My devotion.”
“That was never in question. You’re mine.”
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— ITADORI YUJI + FUSHIGURO MEGUMI || THEM TRYING TO DO YOUR MAKEUP
↳ featuring : itadori yuji + fushiguro megumi from jujutsu kaisen
↳ warnings : grammar issues
↳ form : headcanons
↳ published : 31 january
↳ pronouns : non specified in headcanon
↳ request : hi can i request a headcanon for megumi and itadori trying to do your usual makeup? they really want to do it well on you but they don't know what to do with all those palettes and brushes? and finally you think it's not that bad or it's a complete disaster on your face ahah, have a good day!
↳ barista’s notes : let me admit, it would be as clueless as the boys since i do not wear any makeup at all like the last time i had makeup on was two years ago for my prom and that was quite simple for a makeup look ʕ ᵒ ᴥ ᵒʔ i rely on my skincare to be honest, but moving on from that, i hope you enjoy your cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) and come again soon ʕ￫ᴥ￩ ʔ
I’m really not sure how you got to this point where Itadori is trying to recreate your makeup - maybe he was watching you do your makeup or saw you cleaning some of your brushes and asked what you were doing and if he was allowed to try.
He will pick up many things and begin to question what in the world the product is and what it does - I feel like even with you and Kugisaki, this boy will have no knowledge on what makeup even is.
He will also question if you are okay with him doing this since he knows he will do a bad job and he might accidentally damage some of your products - you are fine with it because that Jujutsu Tech money will pay for it in the future.
Itadori will be shocked on how many palettes you have and the many colours that come with it - he is also surprised on how each palette has different uses like why can’t a blush palette be used as an eye shadow one.
Itadori will be clueless on what to start with, so please guide him as best as you can since he will pick up the eyeliner brush to apply your concealer or foundation.
He will ask you so many questions on why you need to use so many makeup brushes for some many different things when you could just use a paintbrush to do the same thing - oh gosh…
When it comes to eyeshadow, Itadori will go all out since there are so many colours to choose from and make a whole rainbow on your eye and it will be a messy rainbow - but he is trying.
Do not ask for him to put on false lashes, he and Fushiguro are still a tiny bit traumatised on how you and Kugisaki just casually pulled them off last time - “how do you still have eyelashes?”
I feel like he will accidentally use red eyeshadow as a blush but he will ask you first - if you use a cream blush, Itadori will be in more confusion on what to even more since it is not in powder form.
Eyeliner will be a whole mess, Itadori is good at fighting with his fist but that doesn’t mean he can keep his hands skill to make a smooth wing liner - he will be shaking.
Itadori will be more confident on the lipstick since all he has to do is place the flat side on your lips and gently coat your lips in the colour he picks - he will try to make sure he doesn’t go over your lip line...TRY to.
Lipgloss is the easiest for him, even though he will ask why it is sticky since it has an applicator - as if concealer doesn’t have an applicator as well….
After that, he will kiss you leading you to moan that your lips are now ruined but he doesn’t care and will kiss you again after laughing for a bit.
Overall, there are two ways the makeup look can go, it can look either really weird since there is a mismatch of colours and your eyeliner is quite wobbly since his hands kept shaking or it can look decent to the point where you are surprised that he was the one that did your makeup - it is a 50/50 risk taker but it is a great laugh to have with him, so thank him for trying.
Unlike Itadori, it was you that asked him if wanted to try to do your makeup and if he refused to, you would beg to make him give it a try since you both were really bored.
Fushiguro will look at your makeup collections with such a straight face because internally in his mind, he is either calculating on how much he thinks you spend or on what the hell is this and how the hell was he going to do this.
Fushiguro is the type of boyfriend that will ask ‘why do you use makeup when you are already beautiful without it?’ but knows that you enjoy doing it, so he doesn’t further question your choice of action.
When it is time to get started on doing your makeup, Fushiguro will know what product to use first - since he has a sister and two female cousins - but doesn’t know what to use to apply the product on your face (I don’t he notices that some products already have an applicator or doesn’t need to use anything to apply)
Fushiguro will be really gentle when applying products to your face and when you tell him to use the makeup sponge to bend out your foundation, he would be worried about hitting your face too hard.
When it comes to eyeliner, Fushiguro will be so carefully because he wants to make this perfect in one go since when he eyes you doing your makeup, he is amazed on how you can gracefully do yours without a worry - from the outside because I know on the inside, you are panicking to make both lines the same.
Like on Itadori’s headcanon, do not ask him to do false eyelashes, he and Itadori are scared of how you and Kugisaki pull them off when explaining the product to them - he is surprised that your real ones didn’t fall out.
When it comes to eyeshadow, Fushiguro will probably use neutral tones to play it safe or dark tones if he is feeling creative and brave - he will ask you for the brush to use and he will have the right one in hand when he does but will also wonder why the hell the palette is so big with so many colours.
He will be smart and use the shadows that nearly his pan but will question if you are ever gonna use the weird yellow that is included since it has not been touched.
Fushiguro will be more confident on the blush and highlight because all you gotta do is to get some of the pigment on the fan and blush brush and just gently brush it against your skin - he will be shocked on how bright the highlight is in the sun and how rosy your cheeks look.
When it comes to lip products, Fushiguro is confused on why there are so many different types since he only knows lipstick like Itadori - in his mind, he is like ‘what the hell is a lip tint?”
And when he applies the lip product he chooses, he will be careful and when the product does go over your lip line, he will grab a cotton bud to clean it off before continuing.
When he puts on the lip gloss, he is really tempted to kiss you but doesn’t because he doesn’t want to get the gloss on his lips - even though it would look really good on him…..force him into a kiss.
Overall, the makeup look is surprisingly well done, everything is blended out neatly and your blemished are concealed well. There will be a few mishaps like your eyeliner and mascara since he was really scaring on poking your eye but the makeup look is really neat and down well - of course, he will avoid kissing you but he can’t escape you since you really want to thank him….hehehe.
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ohmyword if your doing req can u pls do another fluffy, domestic one bcos honeymoon morning is some i read daily AHAH maybe like the reader gets ill and toms away or something???? pls just anything fluffy
awh thank you for being so sweet abt honeymoon morning - I do think that's one of my favourite concepts ive done!! and I hope this suits what you want, im not so sure myself but I tried :)))
summary: you try to hide being ill from Tom before he leaves but inevitably it doesn't all go to plan
warnings: mentions of being sick, I think that's all - basically just fluff
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The night hadn’t really gone typically at all. Instead of relishing the last night with Tom for a few months, your body seemed to have different plans. Hence why now you were curled up in a ball on the sofa, staring blankly at the TV, while the washing machine whirred next-door in the utility room and the chemical smell of cleaning products enveloped the downstairs. At least when you were sick, you were a clean sick.
You were also a quiet sick. You had been pulled from your sleep by the uncomfortable heavy sensation from your stomach barely an hour after you’d both headed to bed. Why was beyond you - what had been important in that moment was to get away from Tom. He was flying back to set tomorrow (or given the early hours currently, lunchtime today was more appropriate) and only had a single day to settle before launching back into filming. So the poor boy was inevitably, given time zones, going to be running on poor quality plane sleep for the next couple of days - you wanted to five him a final night of peace, at least.
As a result, you’d crept downstairs and since then spent a large chunk of the night making good friends with the downstairs toilet bowl. Once you were absolutely certain there was literally nothing else in your stomach, you chucked some bleach down the loo; then stripped your *stained* pyjamas and chucked them in the washing machine; changed into some freshly washed stuff in the utility (comprising of joggers and one of Tom’s hoodies); before you could curl up in the corner of the sofa.
And that’s how you’d been for an hour or so. Still feeling grim, unable to fall asleep as much as you were trying to and generally just lying in a ball of self pity. And that was fine… until you heard the unmistakable slow padding of footsteps down the stairs.
“Love?… -hy’re you up?” His voice was drenched in sleep, making it pull on your heart strings, even before he had rounded the sofa and come into view. Dressed only in his heather grey joggers only, Tom’s curls sat ontop of his head wildly - sticking up at all ridiculous angles. And then there was his puffy eyes, barely open as he slowly processed the sight of you curled up on the sofa.
“Just couldn’t sleep and didn’t want to keep you up tossing and turning. Why are you up bub?”
“Don’t sleep good without you… you know kicking me and stealing the duvet and stuff.” Never one to maintain a level of seriousness and ‘soppiness’ - it was instantly turned back to the typical relationship of the two of you. While rolling your eyes, you still chuckled at him in the low light of the TV. Tom took the opportunity to perch on the edge of the sofa, sitting so he was grinning loopily down at you. “You fancied putting a wash on too?”
“...I don’t know just trying to be productive?” He was catching on, he was suspicious. You could tell. His eyebrows furrowed together and he delicately hovered the back of his hand over your forehead, feeling the undeniable heat radiate into his skin.
“And bleach?”
“Toilet needed doing anyway.” You mumbled, head turning to stare back at the TV- knowing his eyes were piercing into your soul. He sighed, in your peripheries you could see him shaking his head in slight frustration, as his hand reached for yours, giving it a squeeze.
“You’re ill aren’t you?”
“I’m alright-“ he cut you off with a low warning of your name, making you cower slightly because he’d caught you in a lie. “I threw up a couple times but now I just feel a bit ‘eugh’”. That was, to be fair, a completely truthful description of your evening and current situation. Maybe not put most eloquently but Tom definitely got the messsage, somehow reading your mind by lightly massaging your abdomen with his hand that wasn’t clasped with yours.
“Come on... let’s get you back to bed.” As much as you wanted to argue with him, it was clear any attempt would be futile. One of things you love so much about Tom is how fiercely protective he is of those dear to him. His circles progressively shrunk as he learnt who he could trust and who ... well he couldn’t. The culling had left a handful of people who were almost central to Tom’s life - somehow you’d managed to wangle your way into these select few too.
So no, there was not point arguing or suggesting he puts his own welfare first.
After putting you back int the double bed, Tom had disappeared for 10 minutes or so, when he reinterred the room it was clear he’d been busy. His tongue was stuck out in focus as he tried to balance different mugs and plates on a tray to you. Even if you felt shitty, for a moment by just seeing how far this guy had gone for you - you’d never felt better.
“Okay there’s some lemsip with honey to settle your stomach, water and a slice of toast just because you should probably see if you can keep something down.”
“You really are the sweetest.”
“And you’re the illest so get drinking love.” He laughed softly in the yellow glow of the bedside lamps that illuminated the room. It highlighted his prominent jaw line and the way his eyes crinkled in the corners and given your slightly off state, you might’ve spent a bit too long ogling at the man cosied up next to you. Never would there be a time you weren’t grateful for him.
Turns out you couldn’t keep the toast down but the experience was somewhat less horrific - this time you were spilling your guts out into your ensuite, while Tom held your hair and rubbed your back. Eventually things settled, allowing The two of you nestle back into bed, Tom wrapping his arms round your stomach to lightly trace random patterns on the skin underneath your hoodie - as you nestled back into his chest more.
“I really love you Tom”
“Love you darling, now get some rest and shout if you need anything.” You hummed lightly, almost letting go to sleep now your felt a bit less like your intenpstines were wringing themselves together. But not quite.
“I’m gonna miss you and your stupid face.”
“We can talk about that when your better” It was as if Tom thought whispering and drawing circles on your stomach was going to deafen you to his words. Yes your stomach wasn’t having a lot of fun and you were tired - but you were not deaf. It was oh so predictable too, he loved to be absolutely ridiculous. Indignantly you huffed, rolling over and eyeing him intently.
“What’s there to talk about?”
“Just…. Just if your sick you shouldn’t be on your own. I could always just-“
“No no you couldn’t. You and me both know for a fact you do have a choice and even if you did it be pissing off a hell of a lot of people.” He pouted, you could tell even in the darkness of the night.
“I hate having to leave you though, especially like this.”
“Yes but you love your work too. I’ll be here when you get back… maybe just with a bit less intestines.” Laughing at that, Tom pulled you onto his chest, pressing his tips to the crown of your head as your burrowed into his side.
It can’t have taken more than 5 seconds for you to fall asleep, exhausted from the illness, the stupid time in the morning and maybe slightly for dealing with Toms idiocy.
You were awoken in the morning to Tom stroking your hair gently, all dressed and ready for his flight - but still finding the time to fuss over you and wanting to say a proper goodbye. After practically ordering his to leave… you best believe he dropped in the fact he’d got both Sam and Harry to come round as your babysitter.
He was an idiot. But he was your kind, caring , beautiful and loving idiot.
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hello!💙💙i hope im not bothering you but may i get a tsukasa or mitsuba x reader where their s/o loves to draw but never lets them see and one day they steal their s/o sketchbook and dont see any drawings of them and the boys are a lil dissapointed but their s/o has a secret sketcbook that they always keep with them filled with the boys portraits?? it would be rlly cute!!(feel free to ignore tho!)💙💜
tsukasa yugi x gn!reader, mitsuba sousuke x gn!reader
a/n: no worries, you aren’t bothering me at all!! This is a super cute prompt, so thank you so much for requesting! (i love writing mitsuba too,,, just gotta love the sharp-tongued, short-tempered characters <3)
warnings:
word count: 1,471
Tsukasa Yugi <3
He thinks the fact that you can draw is super cool!! Probably more so than you do, to be completely honest- he’s extremely enthusiastic about it, but that also means he’s extremely annoying about it.
Lots of “let me look, let me look!!” “I wanna seeeeeeee,” “(Y/N), pleaaaaseee, what’re you drawinggggg?”
“Tsukasa, I love you, I love you very much. But, I promise you, if you don’t shut up and let me draw in peace-”
“:((“
So, of course, if you don’t let him see it, our gremlin of a boy is going to look through it one way or another. Pestering you relentlessly didn’t work, trying to slip it casually into a conversation didn’t work, so! You leave him no option!
One day, when you’re minding your business in class, Tsukasa checks your locker. Maybe, just maybe, you left it in there?
Hmm… empty- next stop!! Bookbag!
His eyes practically lit up, his expression excited, practically screaming “found it!!”
Tsukasa would open the sketchbook, silently wondering what on earth you could have drawn. His only experience in art was… well- with things that weren’t intended for art. It wasn’t ever proper “art” either. Just a lot of smearing. But anyway-
A part of him sort of hoped it would be something with him. Maybe even a little doodle, it didn’t have to be a fully colored, lined, amazing piece. Just little doodles, cos you loved him so much, and he infested your mind like the little parasite he is… y’know….
So, as he flipped through the pages, admiring your style- amazed with every little doodle, every little pencil marking, every little detail- he kept an eye out for anything that could have even vaguely resembled him. Yet, once he reached the end, he was rather certain that there was nothing. Tsukasa felt a bit disappointed, pouting despite the fact that you weren’t there to see it.
“Tell me how I knew you were up to something,” You sighed, looking at the boy seated next to your bookbag, the last pages of your sketchbook flipped open. He ignored the comment, placing your sketchbook to the side, then hugging you. You returned the hug, giving him a confused glance.
“What? It’s nothing incredible, but was it that bad-? I don’t even know everything that’s in that, so-”
“You didn’t draw me :(((“
“You didn’t ask me to???”
Still, you couldn’t help but laugh, well aware of the other sketchbook you had stored in the more secure part of your bookbag. Patting his back, then letting go of the hug, you bent down and grabbed your sketchbook and bag. Replacing the sketchbook he had flipped through, you then reached in and grabbed the other.
Somewhat embarrassed, yet know he already found out about your artistic abilities and would probably be glad to see himself, you handed him the sketchbook. “I’ll have you know, I’m not exactly overjoyed with you right now. But, since you’re a sneak, I’ll let you look at that one.”
Tsukasa opened the sketchbook with renewed energy, excited to see what was inside it. Was it him?! Did he actually infest your mind?!! Was he a good model??
Uncharacteristically, his face was slightly warm as he looked over the first page. It started off with a fully finished drawing of him- a very strong start, if he did say so himself. Not only was it him, it was awesome.
He flipped through the rest of the pages, happiness and excitement practically radiating off of him. You could have sworn you saw his eyes sparkling.
“THAT’S SO COOL, (Y/N)!!” Tsukasa would yell after shutting the sketchbook, throwing his arms around you happily, making sure that the sketchbook didn’t get damaged as he did so. “You did draw me! You drew a lot of me!!”
“Ahah- yeah. You’re… cute, after all. Why wouldn’t I draw my boyfriend?”
Mitsuba Sousuke <3
Nosey little dude, but on a more casual level than Tsukasa.
“I’ve shown you my pictures, so you should show me your drawings.”
“That makes sense,”
“So, show me.”
“Nope!”
“(Y/N)-”
Though amusing, Mitsuba will start to pout after a while. “Tch- it’s not like I wanted to see it anyway. It’s probably lame.”
“Awesome then! That doesn’t make me want to show you any more than I previously did~!”
Insert Mitsuba sticking his tongue out at you-
Still, Mitsuba does understand where you’re coming from. After all, he never shows you pictures he’s taken of you. Therefore! It’s only logical that you wanted to draw his cute face!! He muttered this, crossing his arms, yet pretending that it was no big deal to him. Nope, those little comments and attempted glances were nothing-
“Mmh? You’re cute, yes.”
“That’s not what I- whatever, pervert. It’s clear now. You don’t want to show me, ‘cos there’s raunchy art in there! Pervert! Creepy, you’re so creepy-”
“Then aren’t you a pervy creep for wanting to look in my sketchbook?”
“I-”
Mitsuba may have not talked to you for the rest of the day- but it’s fiiiine, he’s fiiiiiiine.
Especially since, by the end of the next day, Mitsuba passed your locker, planning on returning to the class from a bathroom break. As he glanced over at your locker, not fully shut because of your bookbag shoved into it, an idea crossed his mind. It wouldn’t take long… a little peak wouldn’t hurt. Just to make sure his s/o wasn’t a pervert, of course! Not out of personal interest!
So, he grabbed your bag, rummaging through it until he found a well-used sketchbook. His interest peaked, as he grabbed it, opening it up and flipping through the pages.
Some of the pieces were similar to pictures he had given to you, but he didn’t spot anything of him. Sure, your art was impressive, and he was rather content finally getting to see it, but-
But where was his cute face?? Not even his name??? No dreamy “(Y/N) Sousuke” written? Nothing.
Well, it’s not like he cared anywa-
“Really, Mitsuba? You needed to use the bathroom?”
“AH-” He yelped, shutting your sketchbook, as if that would make it seem like he wasn’t just flipping through the pages in slight awe. “Shut up, pervert! I went to the bathroom, I just- you were being suspicious.”
“By drawing?”
“YEs.”
You laughed lightly, though embarrassed as you took the sketchbook from him, putting it back into your bookbag. To be completely honest, your heart was beating a bit faster, slightly nervous that he found your art ugly. It wasn’t anything in comparison to his pictures, you thought..
And, when you turned around and caught a glimpse of his slightly disappointed face, your heart beat even faster. “What? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” He said, somewhat defensively- well, that much was normal.
“Sorry, it’s probably disappointing- I know my art isn’t the greatest, but it’s definitely improved over time. There are things I need to study, but-”
“Hey, don’t assume I’m upset with your art, dummy. It’s…” He blushed slightly, looking away from you and shoving his hands in his pockets, “it’s really cool. I’m impressed.”
“Then why are you pouting?”
“I’m not pouting.”
You raised your eyebrows, making Mitsuba flush further, opening his mouth as he thought of what to say in response to that expression. “I just- well, you were weird about it, so I figured there was something about me- something weird or suspicious. But, it’s all perfectly normal.”
It took a moment for you to get behind his words- but, after getting behind Mitsuba’s extremely indirect way of saying things, you understood what he meant. He wanted you to draw him. After processing that, you bit your lip, wondering if you should actually show him your other sketchbook… a glimpse at his slight pout, though it was now confusion at your conflicted expression, you turned around, rummaging through your bookbag.
Then, you pulled out another sketchbook, and pushed it against his chest. “Since you’re so insistent. Just go ahead and look through it, I guess.”
It was Mitsuba’s turn to raise his eyebrows, as he took the sketchbook, and opened it up. His face burned, as he flipped through the pages. They were… filled with him. It genuinely made his heart pound, looking at the array of doodles, line art, and fully finished pieces- occasionally, a small heart or smiley face would be doodled alongside them. If he didn’t find your art incredible before, he definitely did now. Of course, he’d never admit it to your face, but his expression was enough for you to understand.
“A-ah… gross- idiot. Of course, I should have known a pervert like you would draw such a cute face. It’s obvious.”
“Right, right. Honestly, just give me a penny each time you call me a pervert, I’ll be rich in no time-”
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Heyyy I wanted to submit a f!reader x commander wolffe request. I was wondering if you could do #18 ("Are you wearing my shirt?") and #13 ("Touch yourself for me.") from your smut prompt list (or one or the other or both in one fic ahah srry if its a lot to ask)? Anyways, I love your work thanksss~
Thank you lovely!! Means a lot to hear folks are enjoying my writing!! Two prompts is totally fine and thanks for these two, they worked really well together. I hope you enjoy!
Sorry for the wait on the follower celebration requests all, writers block decided to hit at the worst possible time.
Commander Wolffe x fem!reader
Rating: E (18+)
Warnings: explicit sexual content, masturbation, fingering, very light d/s tones, praise kink if you squint, Wolffe is a smug ass
Another cycle another credit. Well, that would be the case if any of you were getting paid for fighting in this Maker forsaken war. Instead, you and the rest of the Order traversed the battlefields in the name of peace, surrounded by men born and bred to fight and die for the Republic. The harsh reality of it all was beginning to rub you raw, leaving you with a pounding headache as you stalk away from the bridge. Anger. Frustration. Desperation. Emotions not befitting of a jedi. Emotions that leave you reeling.
It is automatic. Returning to your own quarters does not even cross your mind. You find yourself keying in the code to your commanders’ quarters through muscle memory. The one place in the universe where you can find solace these days with the one person who understands. Your mood drops a little more when you find the small space empty. He had left the debrief on the bridge before you, so you’d assumed he’d be waiting. You’d seen the recognition flash in his golden eye during the meeting, he well knew what kind of mood had settled over you. Hopefully, he wouldn’t leave you alone for too long.
With a sigh you start to shed your layers across the small space. Boots at the foot of his bunk. Plastoid bracers on the desk next to his neatly stacked holopads. Robes over the back of the chair. Clones don’t truly own anything but what Wolffe did have to call his own was always well kept. Armor cleaned and polished after every mission. Blasters maintained at the end of the day. His greys hang perfectly pressed in the closet, just in case. His two extra pairs of blacks folded with an unnatural precision. A precision you promptly destroy when you go digging though his trunk. Even after an industrial wash cycle his shirts still smells like him. If you could not have him right now, his clothes would have to suffice.
The oversized article does soothe some of the raging storm in your head. Climbing into his bunk you try to let the silence lull you into something akin to meditation, a half-hearted attempt to sort through your emotions like they taught you back at the temple. It was so much simpler back then without the future of the galaxy hanging in the balance. Before you considered breaking every rule for him. Maker how your world had flipped upside down since this war started.
Lost in your mind you do not catch the hiss of the door sliding open or the heavy footsteps cross the small room. The deep rumbling voice though, that snaps everything into place.
“Mesh’la, are you wearing my shirt?”
You’re not sure why he asks, there’s no denying it when you’re sitting in his bunk in nothing but his shirt and your underthings. Wide-eyed you nod up at him, toying with the hem resting across your thighs.
“Stealing my things now, cyare?”
Well, you would not call it that, “borrowing.”
The corner of his lip quirks up as his gaze stays pinned on you. It was nice to see him in such a good mood. Hopefully it would rub off. “For some reason I don’t believe you,” he chuckles.
You pout, though Wolffe is not fazed in the slightest. Not that a big lip and doe-eyes ever fazed him. He could be as stoic as he needed to be when he was in the mood to tease. And judging by the smirk growing on his lips he was more than in the mood.
“Tell me, cyare, why exactly are you “borrowing” my shirt?” setting down his bucket he pulls a chair up so he’s sitting across from you, eye trained on your curled up figure.
“I missed you.”
He flashes that smirk again, “oh really?”
You nod, watching him grow smug.
“Then why don’t you show me how much you missed me? Touch yourself for me.”
Heat rushes over you at Wolffe’s command. The things this man could do to you with a few words and a look. Biting your lip, one hand drags down your stomach, a small attempt to tease the commander for a moment as you toy with the hem of your panties.
Wolffe grunts and holds out his hand, “give them here.”
With another doe-eyed nod you slide the damp garment off, placing it in his waiting grasp.
“Good girl. Now show me that pretty pussy, cyare.”
Shifting back so you’re leaning against the wall you spread your legs wide, giving Wolffe an unobstructed view of you now sopping slit. His unabashed groan sends shivers down your spine.
“Go on, touch yourself for me.”
He does not have to tell you twice. With one hand you drag your fingers through your folds, coming up to circle your pearl. With the other you paw at your chest through his blacks, twisting and pinching your nipples just like Wolffe liked to do. It does not take long for the coil to build deep in your core. Wolffe’s heated gaze only turns you on that much more. He follows every movement, every gasp that falls from your lips, every touch that has you squirming under your own ministrations. Slipping one finger, then two, into your aching hole has him humming in quiet appreciation. Your head falls back against the wall as you reach so desperately for that spot to relieve the pressure.
“What’s wrong, cyare?” he smirks, leaning forward as if he needs a better vantage to watch you whimper from, “can’t cum?”
No, you can’t. Your fingers have nothing on his thick digits. No matter how you try you cannot seem to fill yourself the way he does. “Please, Wolffe. In need you.”
His grin is downright feral as he stalks towards the bed. With one swift movement the clone has you pinned beneath him; legs spread as he swats your hand away. Without preamble he plunges two fingers as deep as he can reach while his thumb attacks your clit. Everything about his touch is overwhelming and you gladly surrender, mouth dropped open in a silent scream as he brushes up against the spot you’d been so desperate to find.
“Look at you, mesh’la,” he murmurs, lips brushing over the shell of your ear, “so greedy for my fingers. Taking me so deep.”
“Oh fuck, Wolffe!”
His mouth trails hot and heavy down the column of your throat, nipping and kissing the soft skin as he continues to wreck you with his fingers. You’re helpless to do anything but grip onto his shoulder, nails digging into scarred skin as you pant and writhe beneath him.
“Think you can take another, cyare?”
The thought alone has you whimpering for him. “Y-yes.”
“Good girl,” he growls, adding a third digit at your weeping entrance.
The stretch alone sends you straight to the edge, the coil in your belly ready to snap and plumet you into bliss. “Wolffe- I’m gonna-”
“Do it,” he presses all three fingers against the spongy spot inside you with a come-hither motion, finally breaking the damn, “cum all over my fingers, ner jetii.”
White hot pleasure rolls over you in wave after wave as you flutter around his fingers. Wolffe doesn’t pause for a moment, continuing his thrust as you ride out the high. Always relentless in prolonging your pleasure. He does not pull away until you’re boneless and speechless.
“That wouldn’t have anything to do with why you missed me, now would it?”
Smug bastard. Rolling your eyes, you attempt to squirm away from his hold.
“Ah ah-” Wolffe clicks his tongue, refusing to let you escape- “I still gotta show you how much I missed you, cyare.”
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Holy shiiiiiiit! Asnsks, I love your blog! Thank you for this amazing content! 😍❤️ Could I please request an Abbacchio x fem! Reader, where she tries to convince him to role play as a police officer for her? Thank yooou! (also, I'm sorry for my terrible English) 💮
No, absolutely I can write that! I have no idea how to do role play (which, you would think as someone training to be an actor, I would, but I just don’t get it.) However, I also said I didn’t see the point of liking Kira and after writing that I discovered so many things about myself. I hope this doesn’t awaken anything in me, ahah.
Update as of finished writting: This awakened something in me, hence the length. Oops.
You may have bitten off more than you can chew with asking Leone Abbacchio to dabble in robber/cop role play. Your fantasy has become a reality, however you’re starting to think the power is getting to his head (in the best way possibly, of course).
Have a character, but no idea? Prompt list here!
Looking for more? Master post here!
WARNINGS: Role play (obviously), handcuffs, man-handling, fingering, making the reader taste their own uh... juices?? (I don’t know what to call it), spanking, dildos (not masturbation, but used on reader, I just can’t remember what it’s called), rough sex, cream pie.
Word Count: 1794
Oh, dear.
“Oh, come on! It could be fun,” you wrapped your arms around Abbacchio’s waist, giving him your best puppy dog eyes. Trying to convince him to role play with you was proving harder than expected. He was more than apprehensive to indulge in your fantasy, but the look in your eyes and the sway of your hips had him weak, only one more word away from breaking to your will. “What could go wrong? Me, in handcuffs, helpless. You could do whatever you wanted.”
He huffed, looking away from you, clearly blushing. You would look so good bare in front of him, hands behind your back, ass red from smacking it so much. He could already feel something churning in him. “Fine.”
Your face lit up at your victory, standing up on your toes to peck him on the lips. “But, no clothes.” You furrowed your brows in confusion. “I’m going out, I want you to be here. All day. No clothes. Try not to do anything suspicious.”
Oh... oh, no. Warmth spread through your core as well as on your face as you nodded, grinning.
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True to your word, you spent the entire day after that wearing nothing, opting to spend most of the time under a blanket until he sent you a message saying he was on his way. At that point, you walked around the house, putting things out of place, hiding things, you know, normal criminal stuff.
You were in the kitchen when he gets home. The minute he steps in, you can feel energy change in the air. It’s serious all of the sudden, sending excitement down your spine. There was no mistaking, he’s going to be hunting your ass (possibly quite literally). In a spur of the moment decision, you hide behind one of the walls so you’re out of view. You can hear his footsteps as they walk into the living room, away from you. A breath of relief rushes through you, but you can’t help shaking, whether it was the cold or excitement, you don’t know, but you hoped he couldn’t hear you.
Abbacchio looked around his living room, noticing little bits and bobbles missing. Whoever “broke in” to his house left the valuables, thank god, at least in this room, perhaps he should check in the kitchen? Soft, slow footsteps made their way towards your hiding place. You couldn’t help shyly covering yourself when you heard him round the corner, stopping at the entrance.
He knew were there, but just to tease you; make you wait, he looked the other way towards the window. Hands in pockets, he walked over to it, closing the curtains. It doesn’t take long to notice the clinking of metal on his hips as well as the shine. Handcuffs, proper handcuffs. You also noticed the bag hanging off his hand. From what you could make out in the plastic, there was something very long and very pink.
Leone hears a shift behind him, then turns around to see what made it. The sight he saw would have knocked any other man onto his knees. He knew better. A woman he had never met standing in his kitchen completely bare. She hadn’t even had the decency to properly cover her tits. He narrows his eyes, sighing.
There was something in the way he looked at you that made you feel so small and afraid. You broke into a run, turning around the corner and up the stairs, holding your breasts so they wouldn’t slap. God knows that is the last need you needed. A sore chest from-
Hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you into something solid, then pinning you against the wall. You’d only made it to the bottom of the stairs when he caught you. He placed a firm hand between your shoulder blades, snatching one of your hands, twisting it behind you. You let out a mix between a gasp and a moan as he growls in your ear.
“You’ve got some nerve,” he trailed a hand across your back, down your side and then to the front of your crotch, lightly teasing the outside of your lips. “Were your hoping I wouldn’t be home? Thought you could take what you wanted and then leave, thief?”
“I’m not a-”
“Don’t deny it. Do you know who I am?” Abbacchio presses into you, lips brushing against the crook of your neck.
“N-no.”
“So, you don’t know you’re stealing from an officer? And poorly, at that.”
“Uh-no.”
“Tch, pathetic. What? Did you decide to get off while you were here? Thought you’d have time?”
“This is an abuse of power,” you say shakily. He laughs lowly.
“No. This is an abuse of power,” he grabs your other hand, pinning them to your lower back. You hear the clinking of metal and then a cold around your wrist. Instinctively, you tried to move; to escape, but he was too strong, pushing harder into you as a warning. You’re trapped now, there was no way to get out of this. What was your safe word again?
Leone’s hand returns to your vagina, from the other side this time, groping your ass cheek on the way down. You hadn’t even realized how wet you were until you heard the squelch of his finger pressing into you lightly. He chuckles again, pulling his finger back, putting it in his mouth. He hums at the taste.
“What a tasty thing you are, thief. Is this what you wanted? To be bound and fucked? What a whore.” He turns you around, quickly lifting you up over his shoulder. You kick your legs for a bit, but soon discover that it’s pointless. He’s going to do whatever he wants with you and you fucking love it.
He walks into the living room, stopping at the arm of your couch, setting you down and then flipping you around, pushing you over it so your ass is in the air. You hear some shuffling behind you, then in mere seconds, his fingers are back on your slick entrance sliding up and down, putting extra attention in to your little bundle of nerves, pushing harder against your clit. Occasionally, he changes the direction, keeping his rough fingers on your bud, swiping back and forth before returning to your wet, needy hole.
You moan loudly, pushing back against him. Your moan is met with a firm smack against your plush cheeks. Abbacchio wraps his hand in your hair, pulling you up so your back arches.
“Do that again,” he growls. You furrow your brows and are about to say something when you feel something large against your entrance. It’s cold, plasticy. He’s not going to-
Your thought is cut off by the thing pushing into you, making you mewl. The tip goes in, but then he pulls it out, only to push it back in, deeper. The process repeats until what you now know is a long dildo is almost fully in you. Your face is red and your scalp sore from how long he’s been holding you there. He lets go, letting you flop to the soft cushions.
He moves to your side, bringing the dildo to your lips. You open your mouth willingly, eyes rolling back at the taste of yourself on it. Abbacchio mumbles something about you being a whore, but you’re not sure, not that you’d mind. At this point, it was well past being confirmed. He smacks your ass again, then gropes it which makes you jerk forward, taking just a little bit more of it in your mouth. His hand continue to come down on your cheeks until they’re red and there’s a visible bulge in your throat.
The dildo is removed from your throat far too soon, a string of drool still connects you to it. You pant, barely calling out his name when he walks behind you, tossing the pink thing away. The sound of his clothes coming off is unmistakable. You’re already so out of energy, but there’s something in you that never wants this to end. He rubs his thumb down your slick again.
“Is this what you wanted, puttana?” You whine, nodding your head. “I better make this worth your while, then, shouldn’t I?”
You nod again. “Please.”
You feel the tip of his cock tease your entrance. “Please what?”
“Please~ah. Please fuck meee~” He chuckles darkly, then slams his length into you in one quick motion. You scream, voice cracking. His hands wrap around your handcuffs, using them as a handle while he pounds into you, pulling out completely, then filling you again. Eventually, his thrusts are so powerful that he’s using your own momentum to fuck you.
You’re not aware of what you’re saying, but you know words are coming out of your mouth, babbling like an idiot as he fucks out every brain cell you have. Abbacchio hears every word, though. And he loves it.
“Ah! Yes, yes, yes. Fuck me, please. Oh, don’t stop. God YES, don’t stop! Abbacchio, ~uuuh.~ Leone!” Fuck, he was getting close. All he wanted to do right now was fill your walls with his seed. He groaned. Thinking of our cum dripping out of you drove him insane. He let go of the handcuffs, doubling over you, picking up the pace of his hips.
The feeling of his cock pounding into your walls over and over and over again quickly drove you over the edge, orgasm washing over you in a white sheet. Your walls spammed down on Abbacchio, clamping down on him tightly, your juices flooding over the side and down his leg sent him flying into his own release, spilling into you. The combined feeling of your cum and his leaking out of you had both of your heads spinning.
To him, it was everything he imagined it would be. He pulled out, breathless at the sight, not even realizing he was moaning at it. Your handcuffs were undone, not that you noticed. You were too fucked out at this point. After he briefly cleaned you up with a warm towel, he pulled you into his arms, keeping you close to him while you relaxed on the couch, eyes fluttering closed.
Guilt started to settle in his chest as he kissed your forehead.
“You’re on the pill, right?” He asked, trying to hide his concern.
“IUD, but yeah. Don’t worry about it.” You felt him relax as you said that. You opened your eyes a crack, then laughed.
“What?”
“The curtains were open,” you laughed dreamily. Leone looks over and sure enough, your curtains were wide open and the window was open just a crack.
“Shit.” He grumbled. He was never going to hear the end of this.
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Translations:
puttana = slut
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